Aunt Cathy's Erotic Dreams
by Paula Dunbar
(LLP-440)


FOREWORD 

Incest is interesting, someone has said, because it's part of life; however, 
it doesn't mean much to most people because, like death, it's something that 
happens to somebody else. 

In a work such as this, where the protagonists find themselves embroiled in 
an incestuous relationship, it may seem as though some sort of recognition 
or endorsement has been given to the subject. Nothing could be further from 
the truth; rather, the treatment is intended to focus on the environmental 
circumstances and the emotional factors that play a great part in any 
incestuous encounter. 

The noted Swiss psychologist C.G. Jung in his Collected Works wrote that 
"Love is a force of destiny whose power reaches from heaven to hell." He 
also observed that in addition to the different kinds of love that most 
psychologists acknowledge Christian brotherly love, patriotic love, parental 
love, filial love, and love as applied to the sexual act on all levels that 
"love must be stretched still further to cover all sexual perversions. . . 
every kind of morbid sexual abomination as well as every kind of greed that 
has ever degraded man to the level of a beast or a machine." 

The practice of incestuous love sexual intercourse between persons related 
by either blood or marriage is a criminal offense in most modern societies 
and cultures. 

In the United States, marriage or sexual intercourse between a parent and 
child, brother and sister, grandparent and grandchild, uncle and niece, aunt 
and nephew are against the law in every state. Some states make marriage or 
sexual relations between first cousins a crime. Penalties vary from state to 
state, but range from imprisonment for a term of one to fifty years and/or 
fines from $100 to $1000. 

Proponents in favor of incest as a crime claim that it enrages our sense of 
morality and that from such an "unnatural" union, there is a danger that a 
degeneration of the species may occur. However, most studies of genes and 
children born of incestuous relationships reveal that marriage between close 
relatives may result in the strengthening of good traits as well as bad 
ones. 

Proponents against incest as a crime point out, for example, that in 
first-cousin marriages, research tends to show that laws against this union 
are based more on emotion and myth than on historical evidence and science. 

Regardless of who is "wrong" or "right", it should be noted that the 
centuries-old incest taboo still almost universally recognized is a product 
of civilization and not a law of nature. Also it is important to remember 
that incest is a comparative thing, not an absolute. 

For example, the Chinese consider it incest if a person marries another with 
the same name, regardless of how distant. The Egyptians as well as the 
Ptolemies (Greek Dynasty) and Incas practiced marriage between brother and 
sister for centuries. The Persians didn't appear to believe anything was 
incest; history records that a Persian king married his own mother. An 
Egyptian pharaoh married his own daughter, and even as late as the 16th 
Century, one of the Hapsburgs of Austria married his own niece. 

But what about today, the present? To what extent do incestuous 
relationships exist in our current American society? 

In their book Pornography and the Law, Drs. Eberhard and Phyllis Kronhausen 
note: "For our purposes, it is sufficient to keep in mind that incest 
behavior is not as uncommon in certain (lower-level) segments of the 
community as one might be led to believe, even though accurate statistics 
are at present lacking. The case files of social agencies, of welfare 
departments, public health clinics, etc., all give testimony to this fact. 
It also appears, from the clinical experience of psychoanalysts, working 
mostly with individuals from the highest socio-economic levels of society, 
that incest behavior of one kind or another (for example, fondling, "sexy" 
kissing, manipulation of the genitals, petting, and, in some instances, 
complete coitus), is frequently present in the histories of the 
upper-class." 

Therefore it is evident that incest man's most ancient taboo is more 
prevalent in today's modern society than many people might care to admit. 
History shows that it plays no favorites among social or economic classes, 
and once again we are reminded, as one prominent psychiatrist put it, that 
"the sexual impulse is never entirely free, neither can it be completely 
enslaved by social imperatives." 

We, the Publishers, are proud to present this timely work by authoress Paula 
Dunbar. Mrs. Dunbar has written this book with a keen attention to 
psychological drives and needs, providing unusual insight into the 
characters of young Cathy Rogers and her handsome teenage nephew, Paul, but 
also of the others: Helen Rand, the glamorous advertising executive girl and 
her sensuous teenage daughter, Cynthia. We believe it is an enduring work of 
timeless importance, one which will take its place among the sober 
penetrating social studies of our time. 

The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was the fourth time today he had asked her, but he wasn't about to give 
up. Her voluptuous figure told him she was worth every bit of the effort. 

Cathy Rogers stood, shaking her head as she had so many times in the past. 
Her boss was persistent, but she was not about to change her mind this time 
or any other. Once again she wished she knew what it was about her that made 
him and so many of the other men in the office ask her out on dates. Their 
requests for dates always appeared innocent enough, but she knew better. 
"No, I can't, Mr. Hendricks," she said once more. 

Bart Hendricks leaned back in her oversized chair, his eyes feasting on the 
lush figure of his shapely brunette secretary. What he saw was reason enough 
to not let another "no" discourage him. Chic, of medium height and 
enticingly slim, she had a flowing walk with her hips undulating in a free 
and sensual way under her dress. Above her narrow trim waist, the 
twenty-four year old beauty's breasts loomed large and exquisitely rounded, 
and her figure was firm and well-formed. 

Her face was pretty, with a pert sculptured nose and wide sensuous lips. 
Bart knew instinctively that she had to be fantastic in bed. and he was 
willing to try anything to get her there. "Is it a jealous lover?" he asked, 
though he was convinced she had no steady boy friend. She blushed hearing 
the word "lover", but then quickly denied such a relationship by shaking her 
head. 

"With the long weekend, I'm sure my nephew has plans, Mr. Hendricks, I 
wouldn't want to commit myself to anything that might spoil them," she said 
firmly. For the other men in the office she wouldn't bother to make excuses, 
but with her boss it had to be different. She folded her steno pad in hope 
of bringing the conversation to a finish, but Bart Hendricks persisted. 

"You should think about yourself, too," he said quietly, but he wanted to 
yell at her and demand it. He wanted to go and lock the office door and take 
her in his arms and rip the damned dress off and caress her and feel her 
nakedly voluptuous little body underneath him all hot and wiggling, eager to 
be fucked. 

It seemed it was always her nephew, Paul, that stood in the way of Bart 
getting her out, even for an innocent cup of coffee. Her having to be a 
guardian to a sixteen year old nephew was frustrating, and Bart had thought 
the boy was her brother the day they were introduced. Cathy Rogers was just 
too young to serve as guardian for a sixteen year old boy. 

"If there's nothing more, Mr. Hendricks, I'll get this letter typed," she 
said curtly, and turned to go. She knew exactly how much she could get away 
with him, and felt safe in her short reply. 

Her tall dark-haired boss shifted forward in his large chair, signaling an 
end to his efforts to date her, at least for that day. "Thank you, Miss 
Rogers," he said crisply, emphasizing the "Miss". 

Cathy didn't like using her nephew Paul as an excuse to turn down dates, but 
countless times the boy had proved to be the best and easiest. And while she 
might have thought of a dozen other more plausible reasons, the truth was 
simply that she was scared. 

Men had often appeared to the curvaceous brunette as animals, brutes, 
unfeeling lechers who wanted nothing more than her young and ripe body. She 
dressed to hide her lush figure and discovered it was impossible; the more 
she tried to hide her large fully rounded breasts, the more she drew 
attention to them; the more she tried to control her walk, the more studied 
and provocative it became. 

Despite her thoughts and aims, she radiated a natural sensualness, a deep, 
heated, silky kind of sexuality. To see Cathy in a short skirt, to see her 
long shapely legs and full curving white thighs, only conjured a vision of 
what was hidden underneath her skirt up there between her legs; to think of 
her hips encased in silken little panties and her naked buttocks and her 
downy light brown pubic hair made a man positive her sweetly perfumed 
vaginal lips were prominent and pinkly moist ... all ready and eager to 
receive a thick hard cock. 

Indeed, she had a way of walking when she wanted to that allowed her vaginal 
lips to rub together in a softly lubricated way that excited her clitoris 
which would swell and send tingles of pleasure coursing through her entire 
body. She was a natural "tease", possessing a body so well built and 
proportioned that no man in his right mind would pass her by without casting 
a long lustful look. 

It had been like that for her since an early age, a condition that had led 
her parents to be overprotective and restrictive. For a vibrant young girl 
just blossoming into life, such dominance can be hell. She was defiant as a 
young girl, seeking more of life than the planned lessons and activities her 
parents provided. Her defiance, one warm summer afternoon of her sixteenth 
year, led to the incident that changed her life, creating the fearful 
attitude she currently held toward men. 

It had been one of those July days in Norfolk when the sun shone hot and 
clear, the kind of day when nothing can keep an adventuresome girl indoors; 
and Cathy was supposed to be attending a ceramics class for teenagers. 
Feeling her parents would be none the wiser, she had decided to take a bus 
to Azalea Gardens botanical park and stroll leisurely through the small 
forest reserve sprinkled with azaleas. However, her plans proved to be 
disastrous. 

The blazing bushes of white, pink and crimson azaleas in the forest park 
were like a winding rainbow heralding spring, and she had wandered 
aimlessly, absorbing the warmth of the colors from the earth. The forest of 
pines, oak and dogwood yawning high above the flaming carpet of azaleas was 
crisscrossed by numerous trails and paths that twisted and turned through 
the park, dotted also by several lily pad-covered ponds where ducks splashed 
and quacked contentedly. Each turn was a discovery of something wonderful; 
and finding herself by a small secluded pond, Cathy wandered off the trail 
to become more intimate with the earth. It was warm, tranquil; her heart 
beat rhythmically; she was sixteen and more aware of her blossoming 
womanhood than ever before in her life. 

At one end of the pond stood a pair of Spanish moss-covered cypresses which 
reflected their towering shapes in the clear water. It was near these 
majestic trees, on a soft grassy patch of earth, that the adventuresome 
teenage brunette had lain down to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun... 

Lying back and looking up, she saw the spreading cypresses towering skyward 
like lofty sentinels guarding her very private world below. And she felt 
alone, as in the first Biblical garden a woman, one with nature. The rays of 
the sun penetrated her clothes, caressing her youthful body with its sensual 
warmth, and the tingling of her smooth white skin seemed to speak to her, 
pleading and begging to be set free of its cover. 

She was excited by the thought of being totally naked there in this secluded 
part of the park, and she looked around slowly, reassuring herself of 
complete privacy. Then, her excitement growing with each passing second, she 
sat up, pulling her dress off over her head. Her brassiere came next; then 
her shoes and stockings. And finally, thrilled by her own actions, she 
slowly slipped the sheer nylon panties down from her ripely rounded buttocks 
and thighs until she sat on the warm green grass, free of all her ugly, 
confining garments. 

She felt as though she was totally naked for the first time there in the 
surrounds of nature, open and exposed to the life-giving sun. She lay back 
again, this time feeling the vibrant grassy hair of the earth touching her 
naked young flesh and stirring in her a new excitation, as if a thousand 
tiny fingers were brushing against her nerves. And her heartbeat quickened, 
sending her blood pulsating through her newly awakened body, warming, 
stimulating, making her want to caress herself everywhere. 

She felt a familiar itching deep within her vagina, a sensation she 
experienced on the few occasions she had been to school dances with boys, 
only this time the feeling was more intense, more demanding. After the 
dances, when she was home and in bed, she had touched herself with her 
hands, and she had even probed into the moistly excited pussy with her 
middle finger to relieve the terrible tingling sensation. Later, when she 
had achieved her unsatisfying little orgasm, she would always feel guilty, 
as she had been taught to believe sex was horribly wrong and dirty. But that 
afternoon, lying nakedly there in the park in the warm sun, she again wanted 
to fondle her body, and she was convinced the pleasures it would bring her 
were right and deserved. It was the setting the scent, touch, feel and 
sounds of nature all around her that made her more aware of her sexuality 
... and anything she might do to herself could be only good. 

The palms of her hands were warm as she placed them against her curving 
hips, and she drew them up along the narrow dip of her waist, languishing in 
the sensual feel of her own naked flesh. Reaching the full, raised mounds of 
her breasts, she cupped her hands over the tips; the brownish-pink buds of 
her erect little nipples were already hard and sensitive. She pinched them 
between thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as the wanton heat 
in her groin seemed to rage out of control. Her long shapely legs were 
spread slightly apart, and she raised them higher and wider. The thought 
that she was so open and nakedly exposed to the earth made her arousal 
heighten to an overpowering sense of urgency, and she released her hold of 
her budding right breast, running her hand down over the smooth flat plane 
of her belly until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of her 
curling pubic hairs. The lips of her hungry young vagina moistly flared with 
the nearness of her fingers as the heat of her loins surpassed that from the 
sun. Her overly sensitive little clitoris throbbed a tingling message to her 
brain: Touch me, finger me, please! 

Rhapsodic with the fire in her belly, she slid her slender outstretched 
middle finger into the soft, hair-lined slit of her virginal pussy spreading 
the warm, wet flesh apart to bare the quivering tip of her lust-inflamed 
clitoris. And she began to massage it, sending agonizing pleasures coursing 
through her wantonly writhing young body. 

She never dreamed that her lewd finger-fucking of herself was being 
observed. The tall, lean middle-aged ass had noticed her as she was 
wandering along the trail, and he had followed her from a distance, seeing 
even from there that she was finely built and sensual. When she had turned 
off the trail by the pond, he had cut around through the foliage and come up 
behind the small clearing by the rising cypresses. He remained hidden in the 
dense bushes when he saw her lie down on the grass and stare up at the sky. 
Being unobserved as he was, he had already mentally undressed her several 
times before she suddenly sat up and began to actually take her clothes off. 
His rapidly awakening penis lurched in his pants as he watched her strip 
naked setting her clothes casually aside, and then lying back in the grass 
again. 

The sight drove him crazy, and he felt his painfully throbbing cock growing 
hard and bigger than ever before as he took in each detail of her sensually 
curving figure. Her long soft light brown hair splayed out on the grass, 
framing a sleek wild face with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes. 
She wore little makeup, but it was right for her kind of face. Her nose was 
slim and tilted up in a pert kind of lewdness that was heightened by her 
aroused smile and the way the tip of her pink tongue licked at her wetly 
parted lips, moistening them. 

She was more than just naked; she was brazen the way she lay on the grass as 
if waiting for some imaginary lover to crawl up between her legs and fuck 
her half crazy. 

His eye traveled down over her long swan-like neck, his breath coming hard 
through his nostrils as he crouched in the bushes, staring. Her bare 
shoulders were well shaped and soft, and lie liked the way her collarbone 
jutted out. 

Her naked young breasts were big and full, jutting in a provocative way, and 
the quivering nipples were distended, tipped upward. There was a fine sheen 
to her skin where her cleavage began. He could imagine his hands all over 
her ripely full breasts and, as he shuddered with excitement and started 
unbuttoning his pants to release his rigidly erect cock to get it in a more 
comfortable position, he thought of his lips and hungry mouth closing over 
those nipples and sucking on them and feeling her nakedly writhing body 
under him. 

Her body! Jesus! Beneath her half-moon breasts was the delicately curving 
configuration of her rib cage, and her taut little stomach was unblemished, 
rounded provocatively. His eye traveled down, down, and he saw the jutting 
protruding mound of Venus covered with sparse, softly curling brown hair. 

And there, there at the apex, the center, where her thighs and pubic hair 
met her torso, there in detail was her beautifully displayed young cunt. And 
she was excited! He could clearly see the pink folds of her vaginal lips 
under the hair as they framed the entrance to her delectable young pussy. 
Her legs were spread wide enough that he could see her wetly glistening 
slit, a bright pink mouth among the pubic hairs. He narrowed his eyes and 
could even see the tip of her clitoris glittering with an expectant 
moistness. 

"Christ," he said softly, really not believing what he was witnessing, for 
the girl had begun to caress her young lusty body, and it was more than he 
could stand to hide in the bushes and just watch. His long, throbbing cock 
was aching with excitement, and he began to stroke it as he saw her hand 
moving to her ripely firm breast and then snake down unashamedly to her 
tight young cunt. He would wait, wait until she was really fired up and hot, 
and then he would sneak over and fuck her until she couldn't walk for a 
week! 

Warm pungent lubricating juice flowed from between the hair-covered lips of 
her moistly twittering vagina as she stroked and rubbed the hardened bud of 
her clitoris. For the first time Cathy didn't find the pleasures that were 
tearing through her body strange, but felt the overwhelming animal heat as 
natural and wonderful. And it was demanding even more! Her belly trembled 
and quivered from her forbidden caresses, and she arched her back off the 
ground, wantonly writhing and wiggling under the rhythmic movement of her 
outstretched finger. She pushed her long tapering finger down hard, slipping 
it along the softly moistened flesh until the tip closed over the mouth of 
her pussy, and curving it downward, she tucked the end inside her tight 
little cuntal passage, teasing the narrow channel until she could hold back 
no longer. 

Her middle finger sliced between her widespread pussy lips as though it were 
heated butter, probing the warm liquid depths of her passion inflamed cunt 
its full length. The palm of her hand was pressing flat against the 
curvature of her virgin mound, and her erectly gleaming clitoris pulsated 
against it, quaking with her desire. Her middle finger fucked in and out of 
her passion-drenched cunt as her hips rolled back and forth in a wild 
hunger. With the other hand she pinched and pulled outward on the tips of 
her breasts, generating more fire and heat in the hollowed pit of her 
shaking belly. 

Her eyes rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall sinister cypresses 
thrust at the sky, and her wetly quavering tongue flickered over her red 
lips as her mind was consumed in her passion. 

It was only then that she realized someone was standing near, and she froze 
and flushed from her fright and embarrassment. It had taken her a moment to 
focus her eyes on the swarthy dark-haired man in the tattered clothes, as 
the first thing she noticed was the huge, iron-hard erect penis that pointed 
straight out from the open front of his pants. 

The blunt, purple head was throbbing with urgency as his leathery hand 
stroked the long, rigid flesh-pole lined with blood-filled veins. His 
lust-narrowed eyes looked wild as he stared down between her raised legs to 
where her hand and fingers covered her virgin pussy. She knew immediately, 
without doubt, that she was going to be raped and that there was no one who 
might help her. But she screamed anyway! 

He was upon her in a flash, his hand coming down over her open mouth as his 
hips trapped her legs apart. "Shut-up girl, or I'll kill ya!" he growled 
directly into her ear, and the tone of his voice told her he meant it. 

She wanted to cry, to plead with the lanky, tough-looking assailant, but 
everything happened too quickly for her to even catch her breath. His hard, 
wildly throbbing penis was pushed across the wet slit of her tight little 
virginal vagina, and its full fleshy length vibrated like some mindless 
serpent coiling to strike as the weight of his body held her helplessly 
pinned to the ground. He was panting, and his breath was heavy with the 
smell of liquor; but when he took his hand from her mouth, his lips were 
there to replace it. She gasped as he thrust his wetly turgid tongue into 
her mouth and his hand cruelly squeezed on her breasts, making her whimper 
with pain. And that was only the beginning! In a moment he was voraciously 
sucking on her beautifully up-thrust breasts, drawing the distended nipples 
up into his hot mouth and biting hard on them. She started to scream again, 
but his warning was still on her mind, so she only sobbed and rolled her 
head from side to side in futile silent protest. 

The stranger raised up, a cruel lust-filled smile playing on his lips as he 
fought to get his pants pushed down around his knees with one hand, while he 
kept the other at her throat, ominously. Cathy trembled and coughed, knowing 
now there was nothing to be done. His mouth was set in a permanent 
sneer-like grin that made her wonder if she was going to live whether she 
screamed or not; and as he positioned himself between her widespread thighs, 
she thought only to appease him ... to live! His only thought was to hammer 
his lust hungry cock into her defenselessly naked little cunt. 

Gripping the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, he guided the 
blunted head toward the wet opening between her quivering pussy lips, and 
once there, he flicked his hips forward, anxiously trying to bury his thick 
hard length inside. 

"Ooohhh, please! I'm a virgin! You're hurting meeee!" The pain gave the 
frightened teenage girl the courage to plead with him, but she stopped 
abruptly when his hand struck a stinging blow across her face. When he 
thrust hard forward with his hips again, she thought she was going to pass 
out. The lubricating fluid that her fingering of her own vagina had brought 
forth made his entry at first much less painful than she believed, but then 
as he speared deeper into her hopelessly stretched pussy, she felt certain 
she was being ripped in half. 

"Oh, fuck, you're a tight little cunt," the stranger groaned as the thickly 
swollen head of his cock was wetly gripped by her vaginal mouth. He stared 
down at her sparsely hair-covered pubic mound, seeing the pink young pussy 
lips stretched wide by his thick pulsating hardness, and he lunged again 
driving deeper up into the moistly cringing vaginal passage. Cathy thought 
it would never end as he thrust inch by agonizing inch into her heated, 
shuddering belly; beads of perspiration trickled down her frightened young 
face, and when she felt she couldn't possibly take any more, he shoved 
forward driving even deeper into her. Then, finally, her abdomen rippling 
with pain, she felt the wiry tips of his pubic hair brushing her inner 
thighs. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at the top of her 
lungs. 

The rest didn't last very long. Her lust-driven assailant kept groaning over 
and over again, "Oh, fuck! What a cunt!" And he viciously drove his long 
hard cock in and out of her, the spongy purple head striking deep within her 
belly. She could only whimper and sob in response visions of her damnation 
whirling through her mind as her naked young body was ruthlessly raped by 
the drunkened, lust-insane older man. 

She didn't want to look at him, but her fear and shame made her keep her 
eyes open; and she hopelessly stared up at the cruelly leering face above 
her as her tender young cunt was fucked harder and with a lust quickening 
fury. The brutal middle-aged man gripped her long soft brown hair with one 
hand, pulling her head up from the ground and growled, "Look, girl! Look 
down at my cock stuck up in your snooty little cunt!" And through 
tear-blurred eyes she obeyed and saw his hard wetly glistening penis buried 
deep up into her nakedly spread body. Even as she watched, horrified, she 
saw his long shaft pulling slickly back out until only the very tip remained 
inside. The silky warm brown strands of her pubic hair were matted down with 
moisture, clearly outlining the pinkly flushed flesh of her ravaged young 
vagina, and he fucked up between her widespread legs so hard that his groin 
slammed against her with a thud, and her eyes watered so much she could no 
longer see. 

He groaned once, then again, as he fell forward with the full weight of his 
hard body pressing into her nakedly heaving young breasts. His grinding 
motions became jerky and quick as his elongated thick penis made wild, 
vicious thrusts into her wetly sucking cunt. Deep in her belly the head of 
his ramming cock seemed to swell up to an impossible size, filling her until 
she thought she would burst apart from the pressure, and she moaned out her 
agony from the wildly-swirling fire that ripped through her body, 
"Oooooohhhh, please, oooooohhhhhh!" 

His body seemed to consume her every part, for her neck tensed where it had 
been savagely nipped with his teeth; her breasts were squeezed by his 
weight, and her long legs forced high and out wide around his hips as her 
forever-split young cunt was pierced and battered by his lusting, hammering 
cock. Spasms gripped her belly as he suddenly drove to an absolute maximum 
depth in her helplessly stretched pussy, and his head went up as his back 
arched in a great curve . . .just at the moment the fire raged from the 
lust-swollen tip of his wildly jerking penis. 

Sperm shot up into her wetly cringing young womb like steaming water from an 
erupting geyser hole, squirting out again and again as he shrieked his 
climax through tightly gritted teeth. And Cathy groaned as her belly sizzled 
with the heated liquid then recoiled as if it were bombarded by stabbing 
bolts of white, never-ending liquid lightning. 

He raised up, finally, the cruelly leering wide grin still cutting across 
his sweaty face, and she knew that it was all over and done. Fearing for her 
life, she remained frozen and quiet, as he hovered over her, his breath 
coming in hot gasps. 

Later, it was the sight of that complete stranger's smirking face that had 
stayed with Cathy like a horrible nightmare, not the actual rape itself. He 
had left her there in the clearing as he found her, save for one important 
difference. Her virginity was gone, and the terrible experience had left her 
with a fearsome distrust of all older men. 

She had been able to pull herself together quickly enough to make her way 
home before her mother and father would become suspicious of her lateness. 
This she was grateful for; in her fear, she had absolutely no intention of 
telling her parents what had happened. Doing so would mean admitting where 
she shouldn't have been, and though it was possible for her to lie about her 
state of dress at the time, if the man was picked up by the police, there 
would certainly be conflicting stories. Her only choice was to act as if 
nothing had happened that she had been at the ceramics class. 

It was nearly five months after the incident in the botanical park when the 
confrontation with her parents occurred. Overcome by guilt, she had finally 
decided to confide all to her parents; however, in spite of her sincerely 
abject tearful confession, her story never really sounded believable. While 
she wasn't physically thrown out of her home, she did become a mental 
outcast, and her life with her parents became difficult. 

The tension continued to build up with her parents, so after she was 
graduated from high school, she left home and took an apartment in 
Washington, D.C. She struggled on her own in the city for a year, eventually 
getting a job as a file clerk for a builders' supply company. She worked 
hard, going to secretarial school at night, and eventually she got a good 
paying job as executive secretary. 

Through it all she avoided any kind of contact with her parents, though not 
because they hadn't believed her about the rape. It was her guilty feelings, 
feelings she carried with her all the time, for in the back of her mind she 
knew that she had almost enjoyed that brutal rape by the older man. 

Then one day it was just a few days after her twenty-first birthday she 
received the shocking telegram notifying her of the tragic deaths of her 
parents in an automobile accident. Also killed in the accident were her 
Uncle Robert and Aunt Martha, who had lived just across the street from her 
parents. Their thirteen year old son, Paul, had been in the car with them, 
but by some miracle he was thrown clear of the car after impact and suffered 
only minor cuts and bruises. 

Cathy rushed home for the funeral of her parents and relatives. And every 
minute she was there her young nephew clung to her, forever pleading for her 
to take care of him. to let him live with her. The pretty young aunt was not 
surprised at his actions; they had always been close, like brother and 
sister. But now she worried for him. He wanted to keep attending the same 
school in Norfolk all his friends were there, he told her and his only other 
relatives, two widowed aunts in their seventies who lived in Arizona, 
weren't able to adequately care for him on their meager pensions. 

Fortunately, with the help of her boss in Washington, she was able to find 
another job as executive secretary to Bart Hendricks in 

Norfolk. Then, as her affection for Paul increased, she applied for court 
permission to serve as his guardian. When permission was finally granted, 
she breathed a sigh of relief and embraced him fiercely; it was a great 
responsibility, she realized, but, after all, Paul was like a brother. She 
loved Paul. 

The next few years passed swiftly for the young brunette secretary, who 
worked hard at her job and doted on her handsome nephew like a mother. 
Meanwhile, she put sex and men out of her mind, looking upon both as crude 
and brutal and dirty. She never dated men. but instead devoted her time to 
improving her professional life and caring for Paul in he best way possible. 
Everything went along fine she believed herself happy until one day she woke 
up and realized that her tall, lean blonde nephew was almost a man ... Now 
in addition to the problems of Bart Hendricks persistence about a date, 
there was Paul... 

With the letter typed and ready to be posted, Cathy busied herself with 
clearing her desk until quitting time. She considered leaving early, what 
with the long weekend ahead, but after having turned down her boss for the 
fourth time this day. she felt it wiser not to take advantage. 

At five o'clock, she quietly locked her desk and walked out of the building 
with the rest of the office staff. Outside, she was pleased that she hadn't 
been confronted with Bart Hendricks again, and she ran to her car in case he 
might be following her. She wanted to get home to her nephew, and she didn't 
think she could take anymore of her boss's arguments about why she should go 
out with him. The three-day weekend was that much better because she 
wouldn't be making excuses to him. 

Home was a simple and small house south of the city a twenty-minute drive 
from work, and a source of pride for Cathy. She had bought it when Paul was 
14, and she had worked hard to make the house comfortable for them. It was 
in a typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of 
her life efforts. . . the symbol of all that she worked to achieve. 

"Paul, I'm home," she called as she entered the house. There was no answer, 
but she heard the sound of water running and realized that her nephew was in 
the shower. She had her coat off and hung in the closet when the running 
water stopped, and as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen, she 
called out again while passing the bathroom, "Hi, I'm home!" 

"Hey, Aunt Cathy?" 

Cathy stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened, and she saw her 
handsome, hard-muscled nephew standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped 
around his slender waist. His medium-length blonde hair and broad shoulders 
were still wet from the shower, and he had a hopeful gleam in his blue eyes 
that she recognized immediately. He was going to ask a favor. 

"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Aunt Cathy..." 

"O.K., dear..." 

"I'll see you in the kitchen in just a minute," he said smiling, and he 
hurried back into the bathroom. 

His young shapely aunt smiled, only slightly annoyed by his mysteriousness; 
and, as she walked to the kitchen to start dinner, she couldn't help 
thinking about how mature Paul had become. Standing in front of her almost 
naked, he looked far more man than boy his shoulders broad, waist narrow, 
and long muscular legs definitely those of a young man. It was as though he 
had suddenly grown away from her to enter his own world, a world where he 
was less dependent on her. That disturbed her! She found herself wishing he 
hadn't been wearing the towel around his hips so that she could have looked 
upon his manhood and make sure he was completely normal, but she blushed for 
having such a shameful thought and quickly put it out of her mind. 

Paul, of course, was more mature for his age than Cathy wanted to admit, and 
his handsome. almost rugged, features made him even appear older than 
sixteen. He had no difficulty passing for eighteen, and there were times he 
had even succeeded in passing for twenty-one. His good looks and pleasant 
manner had aided him in gaining experience beyond his years, but for his 
aunt, he still feigned more innocence than he possessed. 

Cathy had food out of the refrigerator and ready to cook by the time Paul 
joined her in the kitchen, and she was so engrossed in getting dinner ready 
that she had forgotten that he wanted to talk about something important. 
"How was school today, Paul?" she asked. 

"Fine, Aunty Cathy, fine..." he answered sitting down at the kitchen table, 
a serious look on his face. "What I wanted to talk about ... Well, with this 
three-day weekend, it's a great chance for us to go to some place that's 
different..." He stopped, realizing his aunt was hardly listening as she 
arranged pots on the stove. "Please, Aunt Cathy, could you hold up a minute? 
This is important to me!" 

She remembered and blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, Paul. I'm so hungry, I was 
too wrapped up in the dinner here." She pushed a pot of!" the burner and 
then, smiling at her young blonde nephew, sat down beside him at the table. 
"Now, what is it again?" 

In his most serious voice, Paul started again. 

"I was thinking, what with this three-day weekend, that we should take the 
opportunity to get away..." He hesitated, "To a place in the mountains ... 
like Shenandoah National Park..." Then, his words rushing out, "There are 
cabins there that are very reasonable, and the change of scenery would be 
nice for a change. It's really beautiful there you know, right in the Blue 
Ridge Mountains, and the weather forecast says warm and sunny all weekend 
... It would be great. Aunt Cathy, really great!" 

There was more to it, Cathy knew, and she smiled a motherly type of smile. 
"Change of scenery is nice once and a while, but the cost of staying two 
nights just for that ... Well, I don't know." She was teasing him, and 
enjoying it. "Maybe if we had some friends there? We might find more things 
of interest..." 

Paul leaned forward, elbows on the table, and he grinned sheepishly at his 
pretty brunette aunt. "I got the idea this afternoon. When I was talking to 
Cynthia Rand. She and Mrs. Rand are going there tonight and, well, I thought 
it would be fun if we went too..." 

His shapely chic aunt nodded, then stood up to begin fixing dinner again. 
She had figured it was something like that, and she wasn't about to 
disappoint her nephew. Cynthia was his sixteen year old girl friend, though 
an innocent relationship as far as Cathy knew, and the slender dark 
brown-haired teenager came from a one-parent home. Helen Rand, Cynthia's 
mother, was a thirty-four year old divorcee, and Cathy had known her since 
Paul first took her daughter to a school dance. They had become friends 
because Paul and Cynthia dated off and on, but they got together only on 
occasions when they did things with the two teenagers. These occasions 
consisted mostly of Sunday afternoon picnics or weekend school events, and 
they got along well together, though they had little in common. They both 
worked to support themselves and were not married, but that was where the 
similarities ended. Cynthia's glamorous raven-haired mother worked as an 
assistant-director of a Norfolk advertising agency, and she dated men often, 
going to places that the pretty light brown-haired secretary had only seen 
from the outside. Yet, if going to nightclubs and expensive restaurants 
involved men. Cathy was glad to not be with it, while she held nothing 
against Helen for what she did. For Cathy, the friendship was like being in 
on the social doings without actually having to participate in them, so 
going to the mountains and meeting Helen there sounded like just another 
Sunday picnic slightly extended. It would be fun, and it was something she 
had to do for Paul. 

"Well, Aunt Cathy ... How 'bout it? Can we go?" Paul said anxiously, though 
he knew his aunt rarely refused his requests. 

She turned away from the stove, still relishing the chance to tease her 
nephew. "That sort of thing takes time to plan," she said, and she was 
prepared to continue her kidding until she saw the hurt expression on her 
nephew's face. "I mean, we couldn't possibly leave tonight ... But, how 
about tomorrow?" And she was pleased by the warm glow of excitement that 
radiated across the kitchen. 

"Oh, that's great, Aunt Cathy! I mean, I meant tomorrow! Heck, that still 
gives us two nights there!" he said hurriedly, and he stood up from the 
table and hugged his pretty aunt. 

Her heartbeat quickened as she felt her nephew's hard young body against 
her, but she turned away immediately, looking in a pot as if the food might 
be turning. "There's one thing you haven't considered, Paul," she said in 
her most serious tone, but she waited to go on until he had again sat down 
at the table. "Since this is a three-day weekend there is a strong 
possibility the camp will be full ... We may not be able to get a cabin!" 

"No problem," he said smiling, "Cynthia's going to have her mom reserve us a 
cabin the moment they get there. I figured you'd say O.K." He laughed 
loudly, and so did his aunt. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Trembling with excitement, Paul was up at the crack of dawn the following 
morning, but they got a late start because Cathy realized at the last minute 
she had to wash some clothes for the trip. As the morning passed, Paul 
became more and more impatient, but remained in good spirits as he helped 
around the house. They got away finally at noon, with Paul driving after 
having promised his aunt he would stay within the speed limit. 

It was only a two hour drive to Richmond, but from there the going was 
slower as the hills got higher and the road began to twist and turn more. 
Hunger finally caught up with them, however, so they stopped for a late 
lunch at a small roadside cafe about thirty miles northwest of Richmond. 
Each ordered hamburgers and French fries, and while both agreed the fries 
were too greasy and the hamburger meat cooked too much, they ate ravenously, 
without complaining. 

At four that afternoon they reached Charlottesville, and one hour later 
Waynesboro. By the time the young blonde teenager entered the park and 
pulled into the campgrounds, the sun was dipping behind the hazy Blue Ridge 
mountains and darkness beginning to creep over the hundred of acres of Oak 
forest. Yet, the atmosphere was strangely warm and inviting to Cathy as she 
got out of the car feeling secure and happy. 

They went straight to the main office of the campgrounds to check in, and 
the man there was nice, even walking with them to point out their cabin. At 
first opportunity, the excited teenager asked him which cabin the Rands were 
occupying, and he was surprised to learn they were not staying in a cabin. 

"The Rands are camping in a tent over yonder," the man announced, pointing 
toward a row of hills that rose up across a small rushing river that ran 
nearby. "Ain't as far as it looks," he added, seeing Paul's expression. "You 
cross the bridge and go left past the other sites. Their camp's up on the 
rise. Ya can't miss it, son ... It's the only one up there!" 

Paul thanked him and immediately got busy transferring baggage and supplies 
from the car to the cabin. He was anxious to hike up to the Rand's campsite 
before it was totally dark, and when he carried the last suitcase into the 
cabin, only five minutes had passed. His aunt was putting groceries into the 
refrigerator when he joined her in the small kitchen. 

"Aunt Cathy, the car is unloaded, and I put your things in the bedroom. I'll 
sleep in there," he said, pointing to the small portable bed in the living 
room. 

"Thank you, Paul ... Are you getting hungry?" She was always concerned about 
his eating. 

He nodded his head. "In this air I could work up quite an appetite, but we 
did have a late lunch." He had more important things on his mind than eating 
dinner. 

"Well, it will take me a while to get things put together in here. Suppose 
we eat in an hour or so?" she said, closing the refrigerator door. 

"Swell! You mind if I take a walk?" Paul said quickly. "Thought I'd walk up 
to the Rand's camp before it got much later ... See if I can find it! O.K.? 
" 

His aunt smiled. "O.K., " and she watched him as he crossed the living room 
to the front door. He turned as he opened the door. 

"Any messages?" 

"You might tell Mrs. Rand that I'll say hello tomorrow morning. . . I'm much 
too tired tonight. Guess the drive wore me out...." 

"Yeah, you should take it easy tonight, Aunt 

Cathy! And don't worry about the dinner, either..." His voice cut off as he 
closed the door behind him. 

Hurrying toward the wooden bridge over the rapidly running clear river, Paul 
felt a little guilty about leaving his aunt alone when they had only been 
there a few minutes, especially since she was so agreeable. If she had said 
no, he wouldn't have been upset, as he liked being around her. She was nice 
to look at a helluva lot more attractive than any other woman he knew. As 
far as that went, she was downright sexy! She was always going out of her 
way to do things for him, and that in turn made him want to do things for 
her ... if she'd let him. He had to admit it was difficult to just leave her 
alone in the cabin, but the familiar twitch in his pants was becoming 
demanding. He had to let Cynthia know he was there, and maybe, if things 
went right, he could take care of that twitch then too. At the very least he 
had to be sure he could find the camp later that night if Cynthia couldn't 
get away just then. 

The shapely young aunt finished putting the kitchen in order, then opened 
the refrigerator to get something out for dinner. She stared at the contents 
for a long moment, unable to decide on any one thing. It suddenly seemed 
like such a bother and she finally settled on hamburgers, even though they 
had had them for lunch. They were the easiest thing to fix. When Paul came 
back she could fry them in a few minutes, and there wouldn't be much to 
clean up either. 

Leaving the package of meat by the sink, she took a deep breath and walked 
into the living room. The cabin was small and furnished with the barest 
essentials, but it had a quality of rustic coziness that oozed warmth and 
charm. The walls and ceiling were of pine and the plank flooring creaked as 
she walked, but it was not artificial and that was important. 

The furnishing of the living room consisted of a square oak table with two 
matching sturdy benches, a rough-finished oak coffee table in front of the 
portable bed, an overstuffed chair with lamp and side table, and a floor 
lamp by the larger table. In one corner, dominating the room, was a massive 
stone fireplace, and she noticed that wood had been stacked near it, waiting 
to be lit. 

The idea of having a roaring fire going when Paul returned seemed nice, and 
it even occurred to her that they could fry the hamburgers over it. It would 
be like a picnic in the living room, so she walked back to the kitchen to 
find some matches. In a few minutes-a bright fire was burning hotly in the 
fireplace, and she stood back staring at her handiwork while feeling its 
warmth penetrate her clothes. The flames were too high for cooking over it 
in a skillet now, but she figured it would be just right in the short time 
Paul was due to return. 

She watched the fire a few moments longer, thinking how nice it would be to 
sleep in front of the fireplace, and then she decided she should get busy 
with her unpacking. Paul had left her suitcase in the bedroom, and she 
lifted it onto the bed, the only other furniture in the room being a chest 
of drawers. She took her time, carefully placing the few articles of 
clothing in the drawers or closet, then closed the suitcase and slipped it 
under the oak-framed double bed. She thought about unpacking her nephew's 
suitcase, but she decided he would--likely prefer doing it himself. So 
instead, she returned to the living room and sat down on the portable bed, 
making herself comfortable as she watched the fire burning to red-hot 
glowing coals. 

She day-dreamed, unaware of the passing time, and the heat from the 
fireplace made her lush, provocative young body feel warmly sensitive to its 
radiance. In her mind, she could see herself taking off all her clothes, 
stripping and lying down nakedly in front of the fire, while the bright 
orange-red light of the flames cast strange dancing shadows on her breasts 
and stomach and legs. The heat made her flesh tingle with an erotic 
excitement as tiny beads of perspiration formed on her brow and excitement 
played sensually over her body and caressed each part. 

Cathy jumped up from the small bed, shaking her head to drive the dreams 
away. Her nephew would be back any minute, and there was dinner to prepare. 
She felt flushed and shaky as she walked quickly into the kitchen; and she 
started pulling food from the refrigerator before she remembered the 
hamburger on the sink. 

"Stupid me!" she said out loud, shaking her head, as she closed the 
refrigerator door. Through the window above the sink she saw that it was 
almost dark outside, and she leaned closer to look up toward a dark sky. She 
had left her wrist watch in the bedroom, thinking she would have no use for 
it that evening, and she hurried to get it and check the time. Good Lord! It 
had been two hours since Paul left to find the Rands' campsite! 

It wasn't like her nephew to be late, and he had said an hour ... or so she 
thought? She walked quickly to the front door and peered out into the night. 
With the exception of a few scattered campfires, she saw nothing. Instantly 
a picture of Paul, lost and hungry in the woods, flashed in her mind, and 
real worry seized her. She had to find him to be sure he was all right. 

The late May night air was cool, and she was wearing a loose-fitting dress 
that was comfortable for the long drive down, so she hurried into the 
bedroom to get a warm coat from the closet. As she walked quickly out the 
front door she tried to remember what the camp manager had said about 
finding the Rands' campsite, and she was angry at herself for not having 
listened more closely. The cool air and the darkness helped calm her, and 
she abruptly realized she might be doing something foolish. If she ran off 
half crazy with worry, she could easily become lost. Besides, most--likely 
Paul was just too involved talking with Cynthia and her mother to notice the 
time. 

Cathy stopped, thinking she would return to the cabin and wait for her 
blonde nephew, when she saw a small wooden sign a few yards in front of her. 
She moved closer, unable to read it in the near-darkness from that distance, 
and she saw it was arrow-shaped with the word "campsites" etched on it in 
red. Looking out in the direction it pointed, she saw faintly glowing fires 
in the distance, and she listened, hearing the sound of rushing water 
nearby. She remembered then what the man had said about crossing a bridge 
and going left past the campsites to a rise. 

She really didn't want to see Helen Rand that evening, but then there was 
nothing but anguished waiting for her back at the cabin. And Paul might be 
heading in her direction right at that moment. There was no harm in walking 
toward the Rands' camp; and if Paul was headed back, she could walk with 
him. Their paths had to meet, as there was the bridge over the river, so she 
headed toward the fires in the distance. And if she didn't meet her nephew, 
she could still turn back, if necessary, before reaching the Rands' 
campsite. The walk would do her good, and it was better than waiting in the 
cabin where it had been getting a little too hot. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The light of the dimming sunset was still in the sky when Paul reached the 
bottom of the rise. It wasn't as far as it had appeared from across the 
river, but it was different and more beautiful at close range. The trees 
along the slope were mostly large oaks, interspersed with dogwood, and 
climbing up between them was no easy task. The ground, garnished with wild 
mountain flowers, angled up steeply to the rise, but there was still enough 
light that he could find the path to the top without difficulty. 

The trail was angular, cut into the side of the slope as it rose from one 
level area to the next, and by the time Paul reached the last cut to the 
top, he was breathing hard. He'd have been very unhappy if the Rands' camp 
wasn't there; but a short distance along the flat and in a clearing, he saw 
the large tent. The air carried a distinct aroma of charcoal-cooked steaks, 
and when he reached the edge of the clearing, he understood why. 

Seated at a large camp table were three persons. A short distance from that 
was a campfire and grill being tended by .Cynthia Rand. He was excited at 
seeing Cynthia, but he was reluctant to step into the clearing because of 
those seated at the camp table. One was Helen Rand, as he would expect, but 
what disturbed him was the presence of two men. The three adults were all 
drinking from tall glasses and laughing and talking at the same time. Paul 
instantly thought that one of the two men had to be with Cynthia. If that 
was the case, he'd certainly have to re-think his plans. His muscles tensed 
with excitement as he decided to watch; to spy on the group was more 
correct, and the idea did have a certain masochistic and voyeur stimulation. 

They were apparently going to eat the steaks that Cynthia was carefully 
turning over the grill, but the way Helen Rand was acting with the two men, 
Paul had to wonder. Cynthia was almost a carbon-copy of-her mother, and she 
was blessed with a degree of sensuality that belied her young age. Yet the 
voluptuous raven-haired mother was all the woman that any man could 
realistically ask for, and then some. Paul felt that the dark-brown-haired 
daughter would some day come up to the qualities of her mother, but he 
couldn't help the way he felt when looking at 

Helen. She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he 
could imagine. 

At that moment, seated at the large camp table, the shapely advertising 
woman seemed to radiate pure sex like it was a common asset available to 
everyone. Her movements were deliberate and enticingly smooth, as if she was 
making love to anything that came in contact with her full and luscious 
body. When she touched the table, it was certain that she was feeling its 
texture, caressing its surface with her fingers, and the bench she was 
sitting on might well have been alive by the way her thighs and firm rounded 
buttocks pinched and rocked upon it. She was wearing a dress of such 
delicate material and so short that he had to wonder if it was all there; or 
instead, if it was a blouse and she had somehow forgotten her pants or 
skirt. She always dressed in revealing garments, and though Paul had never 
seen her in the nude, he felt he could describe all of her intimate parts in 
detail. Her breasts, large and round and lifted, would shimmer and quiver as 
she shifted her position, the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of 
her dress as if straining to be free. He could imagine how proud and firm 
they were, like magnificent ripe melons above her narrow waist and curving 
hips. Her long tapering legs, always slightly parted, seemed to suggest he 
could easily look up between them to the warm inviting valley where her 
sleek inner thighs and firm rounded buttocks became one. Her dark silken 
pubic mound would be thicker than Cynthia's, but he knew that the softly 
curling hair would part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid 
pink orifice of her cunt nestling secretly up between soft, wetly glistening 
vaginal lips. 

One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but Paul kept his eyes 
on Helen, for when she laughed, which was frequently, she would throw her 
head back so that her long raven-colored hair spilled over her shoulders, 
framing her strikingly attractive face; at these times, her sensual mouth 
would open in an "o" shape as if her wetly ovaled lips were prepared to kiss 
the head of a cock. And then she would smile and then her agile tongue would 
snake out between pearl white teeth to moisten her lips until they seemed to 
glow with alluring redness. She was an alive and tremendously exciting 
woman, a female, Paul knew, who could make any man glad to be near her. 

It didn't take long for Paul to realize that the two men at the table were 
both seeking Helen's favor and, becoming more excited himself at the sight 
of her, he decided he would make his presence known. He wanted to get away 
somewhere with Cynthia as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men 
would be glad for the privacy. 

"So I find you at last," Paul announced abruptly as he stepped into the 
clearing and walked toward the camp table. Cynthia left the fire and ran to 
him with open arms. 

"It's about time you got here ... I've been going crazy hanging around this 
dizzy giggling trio!" She was smiling and her words were said in jest, but 
her open kiss left little doubt about her genuine feelings. She was hot and 
as anxious as he was for sex. The feel of her sensually warm young body 
pressing tightly against him made his half-hard cock grow larger, and he 
pushed her back after a moment, still finding it difficult to be so open in 
front of her mother. Helen knew about their involvement and thought it fine, 
but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum. 

Keeping an arm around Cynthia, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Rand, 
how are you?" he said, his hand extended. He liked the direct way she looked 
at him, and when their hands touched, he always felt as though she was being 
very, very friendly. 

"Well, Paul, you're just in time for a drink," the glamorous raven-haired 
beauty said in her seductive voice as she took his hand; it seemed as if she 
felt it more than shaking it. Then she glanced at the other two men, who 
were standing. "This is Cynthia's friend, Paul! That's 

Len and that's Dan..." 

Paul shook the hands of each, and he suddenly realized that they both knew 
Cynthia's mother better than he'd previously supposed as she went on quite 
casually, "They're a couple of real swingers, Paul." 

"Nice to meet you!" he said to both. Then he turned to again face Helen. 
"Before I forget, my aunt said she would come by to say hello in the 
morning..." Then he added as if to make an excuse for her absence. "She was 
a little tired from the drive down." 

"Too bad she can't come tonight. It might have done her a world of good." 
she said, and Paul missed the touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Sit down, have 
a drink, and let Cynthia get those steaks before they're burned to a crisp!" 

With a yelp, Cynthia hurried to the grill, so Paul did as Helen asked, 
sitting down beside her and pouring himself a drink. They were all drinking 
Manhattans in large glasses, but he preferred something he could water down, 
so he poured himself three fingers of bourbon and filled the glass with ice. 
"Hellova nice way to go camping, Mrs. Rand," he said, and he clinked his 
glass against hers. She laughed, which reminded him how horny he'd become, 
and he quickly took a large gulp of the liquor so he wouldn't stare. After 
that he completely forgot about the time or his promise to his aunt as he 
listened to 

Len and Dan tell stories, and he attempted to keep from looking at Helen 
laugh. Cynthia put the overdone steaks on the table, but no one seemed very 
interested in eating any food. Paul fixed a second drink when Cynthia sat 
down beside him, and while she held a drink too, her free hand was kept busy 
under the table stroking his inner thigh. Being in between the sensuous 
brown-haired girl and her voluptuous mother was a situation that Paul 
thought to have great possibilities, and the second and a third drink were 
consumed quickly. Finally, he was aroused from their nearness; he stood up 
from the table with legs trembling. 

"I've got to go!" he announced abruptly, and no one seemed to notice but 
Cynthia. She stood, pausing long enough to drain her glass, and then she ran 
off to the tent only to emerge a second later with a flashlight. 

"Mother, I'm going to walk back with Paul ... I'll be gone for a while." 

Only then did Helen stop the animated conversation of the two men long 
enough for a short and meaningful comment of her own. "See you soon, Paul, 
and do take your time!" 

"Thank you for the drink, Mrs. Rand," he answered, and with quick nods to 
Len and Dan, he took Cynthia by the arm and headed back toward the trail. 
Cynthia had the flashlight beaming, and they followed the circle of light, 
not stopping until they were at the edge of the slope. Then she pointed the 
light down the trail to the first level area. 

"There! Just on the other side of that large oak..." She started down the 
trail, Paul anxiously following close behind. 

"What What's there?" he said. 

She laughed, devilishly, "A blanket ... I put a blanket there earlier, in 
case it got cold." 

Just off the trail, on the far side of a large oak, there was a grassy level 
space. And next to the base of the tree was a bunched up dark blue blanket 
that Cynthia unhesitatingly picked up and began unfolding. 

"Shine this down here while I spread this out," she said, handing Paul the 
flash-light. Her rushing made him more excited than ever, and while holding 
the flash-light in one hand, he started unbuckling his belt with the other. 
In the process he couldn't help shining the light on Cynthia's sensual young 
body. Just like her mother, he thought, but younger and less experienced. 
Her dark eyes, wide with a heated arousal, flowed as the light shone on her 
pretty face; her long deep brown hair fell in bright contrast around her 
white shoulders as she pulled off her sweater. 

"I've been thinking about doing it all day ... Hurry, darling," she said, 
but he remained motionless as she stripped off her brassiere and exposed her 
full, ripely quivering breasts to his view. The nipples, pink and proud, 
were hardened with her excitement, and he held the light on them, wanting to 
watch her undress completely. With belt loosened, he started unbuttoning his 
shirt with one hand, but he didn't want to set the flash-light down until he 
had seen all of her. She was wearing jeans, and in one motion she slipped 
them, and her bikini panties, down over her gently rounded buttocks, lower 
still down her firm, white thighs until they fell in a heap around her 
ankles. He moved the beam of light across her flat young belly, pausing for 
a second as if to tease her navel with it. and then he pointed the light 
directly at the triangular patch of her sparse brown pubic hair. 

Cynthia saw what he was doing with the light and she laughed openly, willing 
to play the game. "You see? It's ready for you, darling. Warm and moist and 
ready for your beautifully big cock." As she spoke in her soft, low voice, 
she spread her slenderly tapered legs apart and began grinding her hips 
rhythmically back and forth, as her hands palms against her white flesh with 
fingers extended slid down over her naked belly toward the curving mound of 
sexual pleasure. 

Paul gaped at her slow sensuous movements as her fingertips drew closer and 
closer to the silken brown fuzz of her eagerly undulating cunt. His long 
throbbing penis was straining against the confinement of his pants, growing 
harder and bigger as he watched her caress her inner thighs and spread her 
legs out wider still before reaching up with two fingers of each hand to 
stroke the moistened hair-lined slit and part the wetly glistening pussy 
lips to wantonly expose the flushing pink flesh of her teenage cunt. 

Her lust-hardened clitoris was throbbing visibly as she seductively pressed 
a fingertip against it, and the young blonde boy couldn't leave his pants on 
another moment. His stiff, blood-filled cock was aching to be released, to 
be free to enter the moistly hot grip of the shapely girl's tight young 
cunt, and he set the flashlight on the ground, the beam spreading across the 
blanket to illuminate their love-bed. "There! Lay down there!" he groaned as 
he hurriedly pushed his pants over his painfully erect penis, releasing it 
to stand straight out from his groin. 

Cynthia willingly did as he asked, nakedly stretching out on the blanket so 
that the light shone directly on her voluptuous young loins, and with knees 
drawn up and spread out wide, she again stroked the tingling knob of her 
rigid little clitoris with a single fingertip. She was without shame as she 
arched her ripely flaring buttocks up off the blanket, grinding her pelvis 
in a lewdly open invitation to be fucked. 

Paul was ready, tearing his shirt off and nearly tripping in his efforts to 
step out of his pants, as he knelt down on the blanket, naked now except for 
his shoes and socks. The night air was cold, but both young people were too 
impatient to notice anything except the other's arousal. 

"Ooohh, your cock's so big and hard! Fuck me, darling. Fuck me," the young 
girl pleaded in a low, sensuous whisper as she raised her hips up higher, as 
if trying to catch his wildly jerking penis with her hungry little cunt. Her 
hands were on her sleek inner thighs, fingers spreading the heatedly 
quivering lips of her lubricated vagina so that Paul could clearly see the 
wetly glistening opening up between her legs. With a loud groan of hunger, 
the boy arched his hips forward so that the rubbery-like tip of his pounding 
cock was but inches from her moistly heated cuntal crevice. 

He, too, had been thinking about fucking the voluptuous teenaged girl all 
day, and he wanted to savor the moment, just to feel the full, overpowering 
impact of her sexuality. The bulbous purple head of his rigid staff was 
throbbing painfully as he pushed it closer to the tender young flesh, and 
when it contacted the wispy ends of her pubic hairs his whole body shuddered 
with passion. Tiny droplets of moisture clung to the soft tendrils of brown 
hair lining the widespread lips, and still more perfumed lubricant covered 
the fleshy pink valley from the quaking wet bud of her clitoris to the 
brownish tightly puckered little anus. He wanted to touch it, all of it with 
the thick head of his cock, and tease her until she begged him to ram his 
beautiful swollen prick up into the slick walls of her tight young cunt, 
fucking like a maniac into her trembling belly. 

Tightly gripping the large, fleshy, pole-like penis in his hand, Paul pushed 
his hips forward again, this time not stopping until the dilated slit at the 
very tip made contact with the hardened ridge of her clitoris. Then using 
his stiff rod like a poker, he stroked it across the hotly moistened flesh, 
striking at her budded nerve ending, taunting her wet cuntal mouth, and 
slipping the now-moistened head down over the excitedly puckering hole to 
her rectum. The sex-crazed teenager jerked her voluptuous young buttocks up 
at the rigidly teasing cock, anxious and hungry to have it buried deep in 
her fiery belly, but the grinning blonde boy held back just enough to 
prevent her from taking it inside. He guided it up and down the smooth 
valley again and again, pausing here and there to push and retreat and make 
her moan in frustration. More warm lubricant oozed out to be spread over the 
pinkly blushing flesh, and he placed the purple head of his cock again over 
her tiny anus pushing once, twice, harder as she squirmed on the blanket 
beneath her. 

"Ooohhh, ooohhh, oohhhh! Fuck me ... Ohhh, God, fuck me!" she cried with her 
long slender legs trembling in tensed anticipation. She was ready, so ready, 
and willing to take him anywhere as long as he fucked her. 

Sweat dripped from Paul's forehead as the heated arousal of his body grew 
more intense, but he still held back, enjoying the seeming power his hard 
young penis had over her wantonly writhing body. No matter where he touched 
her with it, she squirmed and twisted as if wanting to take its massive 
hardness inside, and he thought about making her suck it or take it in her 
ass-hole,-but the memory of her tight slick young cunt around his rigid cock 
dominated all. 

With a calculating cold-bloodedness born of wild passion, he laid the full 
length of his hard, heatedly throbbing penis over the wide-splayed slit of 
her cunt, and he fell upon her, his hips trapping her legs out wide, his 
hands covering the pliant globes of her large, softly fleshed breasts. 

She moaned and writhed insanely, her eyes closed, her mouth open with a hot, 
implacable desire. "F-fuck m-m-meeeee!" she moaned, her voice wild and high. 

He felt her fingers tracing down his spinal column, feeling each inch as 
they explored lower. They moved past his waist, and he closed his eyes and 
tried not to moan with delight. He dared not think of what she was going to 
do even though he knew. . . and died from anticipation. He raised his hips 
slowly, the head of his iron-stiff cock slipping down her hair-lined slit, 
further and further until it was positioned against the gaping mouth of her 
moistly heated cunt. With a frenzied movement, her hands cupped the cheeks 
of his buttocks and she tried to pull him toward her, trying, with all her 
might, to shove his long hard cock into her impatiently wanting cunt. 

"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me any way you like!" 

Her words drove him mad. Her face was distorted with lust and wild with 
passion as her head thrashed back and forth, sending her soft brown hair 
whipping through the air. He pushed forward, carefully ... gradually 
slipping the thick, excitedly pulsating head of his penis into the tight 
grip of her snug little cunt. He entered her, an inch, then another, the 
head of his cock stretching her wetly slick passage wide as she squirmed 
beneath him, groaning and panting and wanting him all the way to her belly. 
The tortuously slow entry was teasing ecstasy, stirring a fire in his balls 
that made his cum boil as he pushed deeper in the lubricated tunnel, her hot 
little cunt rippling over his hardened flesh as if sucking it inside. He 
penetrated still another inch of sensual delight, but still he held to his 
agonizing pace. 

Cynthia groaned, arching her buttocks up in her sexual delirium as she 
tightly gripped his muscular young buttocks, pulling his cheeks wide so that 
he felt the cool night air stirring between them. Then, as he tensed, he 
felt the young girl's outstretched finger edge down to the crack between his 
naked buttocks and burrow its way down until it touched on his excitedly 
puckering anus. With a low. heavy grunt, he rammed his thick pulsing cock 
into the hotness of her eager young cunt. It sank all the way home into the 
deep mysterious depths of her being, and he felt it hot and hard and 
powerful ... with her moistly contracting pussy pulsating all around his 
long hard shaft as if it were determined to hold it prisoner forever. 

Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her tight so that her head fell 
back and her entire upper torso was lifted off the ground, he began fucking 
her slowly at first, then with rapidly increasing ramrod thrusts. The 
sensuous teenage girl responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a whore gone 
mad. eager to get more of his hotly swollen cock deeper inside her, if that 
was possible. 

Paul lost all control and began fucking with all his might, his balls 
slapping against her nakedly upturned buttocks as he lifted them off the 
blanket with each stroke and slammed her back down again. The sex-crazed 
girl squealed faintly at first, then louder as his massive young pole of 
lust-hardened cock-flesh sawed in and out with wild abandon. Their pubic 
hairs entangled as his penis sliced down between her legs and up into her 
belly, her vibrant little pussy a warm and soft and grasping sleeve of hot 
liquid pleasure. She used it beautifully, first pulling him deep up inside, 
and then rhythmically squeezing him out again as her belly wantonly churned 
and her thighs locked desperately against his grinding hips. 

It had only been a week, but it seemed like forever since he had fucked her, 
and he felt his impatiently heated cum building with the might and 
undeniable thrust of a power drill out of control. He pushed his hand under 
her eagerly raised young buttocks, and he was imagining the look of the tiny 
puckered orifice hidden teasingly and mysteriously up between her hotly 
trembling ass-cheeks, feeling the smooth hairless skin of the softly 
yielding valley leading to her anus. He wanted to touch it, feel the tight 
elastic texture of her ass-hole with his finger. 

"Ooooohh yes! Yes! Put your finger in my ass-hole, Paul baby ... Ohhh, now 
now now!" 

His fingertip made contact with the tightly puckered little opening and he 
pushed hard against it, eliciting more fevered groans of pleasure from the 
teenaged girl. The elastic-like ring of warmly pulsating flesh seemed to 
loosen and tighten in tempo to the fucking of his thickly hardened cock in 
and out of her tight little cunt just above it. and he twisted his invading 
finger around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the rubbery 
mouth of her hairless little anus. 

"Ooohh. yessss ... Ooohh, ohhh, ohhh!" Cynthia gasped loudly and in pain and 
pleasure as his finger slithered deeper up into her rectum, another tight 
little hole of lusting pleasure to tuck into up between her open thighs. 

The tall blonde boy ground his throbbing cock down hard into her heatedly 
clasping cunt and thrust his finger deeper, up to the second knuckle, in her 
heatedly tight rectum, straining and grunting fighting the urge to let his 
boiling white cum dash free from his bloated balls. She moved beneath him 
like a fired-up steam engine, the taut muscles in her rectum slowly, 
deliberately, pulling and working at his screwing linger, wanting it deep as 
he drove it through to the tight, spongy grasp of her anus. Her wanton 
little body was alive, her fleshy young buttocks wildly grinding under the 
smooth pistoning of his hotly throbbing cock as they raised themselves up to 
his deepest drives. Her legs spasmodically flew up and out, opening her 
shamelessly aroused loins even wider to his hard, rapid thrusts, and she 
arched her naked hips up to meet him, twisting and mewling as it worshipping 
the hard fleshy penis shoved deep up into her hungrily burning cunt. 

"Oooohh, Goddd! Yeesss ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Cynthia was being 
sexually driven toward her own wild ecstasy, wantonly wiggling her buttocks 
and thrusting her pelvis up to meet each one of his savage blows as her eyes 
closed and she let her head fall back and her mouth gape in wondrous 
rapture. 

"I'm c-c-cummmiinnnnggg!" she gasped. 

"Uuuuuuuuhhhh!" 

"I ... I'mmmm ccuuuummmmmmminn gggg!" the teenaged girl gasped again. 

The tightly clasping little passage of hot female liquid rippled against his 
lust-inflated cock like a volcanic wave of erotic fire, and Paul was 
breathing hard and his heart was pounding as though it were about to fly 
right out of his chest as he felt his orgasm growing until it seemed to fill 
his whole groin. Then, like hot mercury finding a channel, his heavy and 
thick cum raced out explosively, almost tearing the head of his cock off as 
it heatedly splattered into her wildly milking young cunt. He felt himself 
thrusting, pouring white hot sperm into the wantonly writhing girl as his 
toes tingled and the hair stood up on the back of his neck and he bellowed, 
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!" 

And still the never-ending spurts of hot cum pumped out of his cock, filling 
her and making it easy to fuck in and out of her wildly contracting pussy. 
Her belly rolled with his lunges, spasms of delight arching up against him, 
and her mouth was open, teeth slightly bared, as she gasped and moaned in 
groaning climactic desire. He pumped once, twice, then once again, feeling 
his strength going, his muscles turning into warm butter, and his bones 
turning into rubber. With a long satisfied moan, he finally collapsed on top 
of her ... breathing heavily, his long cock still buried into her eagerly 
sucking vagina. 

Cynthia continued to writhe beneath him. wiggling her hips and screwing up 
against his half-hard cock as his outstretched finger kept fucking into the 
depths of her heated rectum. Their climactic juices flowed warmly, slowly, 
around the thick base of his wildly jerking cock and seeped down the moist 
crevice of her wide-splayed buttocks to lubricate his finger as it plunged 
tirelessly in her tightly clasping anus. Then, as if only pausing before 
making a new ascent, she slowly lowered her legs on the blanket, forcing his 
finger to slip gradually, smoothly, from the spongy grasp of her rectum 
until the fingertip came out of her puckered little anus with a lewd, wet, 
popping noise. 

Paul stayed over her as he suddenly felt the chill of the night air on his 
naked buttocks, and he reached out to pull the blanket over them. It was 
then that he realized the flashlight was still shining on them. This struck 
him so funny that he began laughing, causing his slowly deflating cock to 
slip wetly out from Cynthia's cum-filled cunt. He rolled onto his back, 
gasping and choking, "Imagine ... W-what if somebody had come ... What a 
show!" he said between his rasping laughter. "Oh, woowwww!" 

Cynthia turned on her side, finishing the job Paul started by pulling the 
blanket over their naked young bodies. She was still reveling in the 
sensually slippery feel of warm cum between her smooth inner thighs, and she 
snuggled in close to him. "That was nice," she sighed, totally unconcerned 
about possible on-lookers. 

"Yeah," he answered, but he was thinking about her mother, Helen, and what 
was probably happening to her right then. Cynthia and her sexy young mother 
in bed together; that would really be something! And, abruptly, he 
remembered his aunt and how he had told her he'd be back for dinner. He knew 
he had to leave ... right now. "I've got to get back to the cabin..." 

"Ooohhh, already?" she said, and she knew 

Paul liked it when she pouted. 

"I told my Aunt Cathy I'd be back for dinner an hour ago! She's probably 
worried." 

"Doesn't she know what you're doing?" the shapely brown-haired girl asked, 
though she already knew the answer. 

"Oh, come on! She thinks you're a virgin, and me, too! She'd die of shock if 
she found out differently..." Paul said, and he believed it, too. 

"You know, she is awfully uptight for such an attractive woman," she said as 
if thinking out loud. "I'm going to see if my mother can help her..." 

"No! Don't, Cynthia ... Whatever it is that makes my aunt the way she is. . 
. Well, she's going to have to..." He couldn't finish the statement. "Hell, 
I'd better get going!" He started to push back the blanket, but he froze as 
Cynthia's warm young hand closed over his cock. 

"That beautiful fuck you just threw into me made my throat dry. I was kinda 
hoping She gently squeezed his limp penis with her fingers, and he felt it 
growing hard again. The way she talked sometimes just drove him crazy; the 
way she licked her wetly parted lips making what she wanted so obvious and 
all. . . Hell, he was already late now, a few more minutes wouldn't matter! 
And she was obviously anxious for a taste of his hard moist penis but he 
knew that she would never settle for just a taste. So he had better prepare 
himself to give her a real two-course feast. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

A short while earlier, Cathy had pulled her coat more tightly around her as 
twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the 
campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to 
do much good, and she stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left 
and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever 
find her way up in the night, and she knew she should turn back, returning 
to the cabin alone. 

She didn't want to go all the way to the Rand's camp anyway, because she 
didn't want Paul to think of her as an interfering aunt. But she waited, for 
a few minutes, somehow believing that Paul would soon be coming down the 
hill. When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining 
down a trail, she was sure it was Paul on his way back to the cabin. Then it 
stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was 
happening in the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and disappearing, 
and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. Was he lost? 
Oh God ... what if he had fallen.' 

There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that 
spot of light and make sure that her nephew was all right. She moved slowly, 
cautiously, afraid that she might step into a sink hole or trip over a 
fallen branch. Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined 
trail angling up the slope. Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep 
and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was 
difficult. She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading 
up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of 
illumination, and she stayed on the trail, and in time it did angle back in 
the direction of the light. 

She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, 
but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of 
her, only a short distance away. She paused to catch her breath and thought 
about calling out her nephew's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't 
identify, caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Paul at all, and she 
was nowhere near the Rand's camp. It was possible she was approaching a 
total stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be 
seen. 

She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the 
scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Paul there, it had 
been worth the climb to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level 
area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight 
lying on the ground about twenty feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on 
had been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree. She knew 
someone was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling 
from fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of 
the tree trunk. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the 
tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. God, please 
don't let it be Paul who's fallen and hurt himself. 

Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took 
in more and more: a dark blue blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of 
naked flesh ... and then she wanted to scream! Her head beginning spinning 
crazily as images prurient, intense images swam through her brain to make 
her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going to 
faint as her whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet away, 
before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her nephew and Cynthia ... 
nakedly locked together, lewdly, in violent sexual intercourse. The young 
aunt couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the 
impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and 
again like a man surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve 
centers. 

Her teenaged nephew and young Cynthia Rand pitched and fell together on the 
blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they 
rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Cathy 
blinked her eyes not wanting to believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, 
and so very near! Cynthia's young, well-formed legs were raised back and 
upward, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her 
wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the 
driving lunges of Paul's long, hard penis. The pretty young aunt wanted to 
run, to flee from the terrible, lewdly unblemished sight before her, but her 
legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was 
as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force 
that made her a part of the scene on the blanket. 

Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to 
judge and evaluate the quality of the wild, untamed fucking the young girl 
was receiving. The brownish silkiness of Cynthia's pubic hair was parted, 
flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged again and 
again into the moist pink opening of her ravished little cunt. Even the 
larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen erect and throbbing 
responding to the contact of his powerful young penis as he speared deep up 
into her eagerly writhing belly. The shapely secretary could hear, as loudly 
as a rifle's cracking report, her nephew's sperm-laden balls slapping 
noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of 
the girl's hungrily gyrating buttocks. When he withdrew, his hard throbbing 
staff with her lubricating fluid would force the tightly clasping flesh of 
her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock 
disappeared once more all the way inside her. Just below the moistened pink 
flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck and tease 
at the hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it. 

The sensuous teenaged girl was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from 
side to side making a tangle of her long dark brown hair. It was only too 
obvious how much she loved this lewd fucking she was getting. Cathy tried to 
divert her eyes, ashamed of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, 
but something made her stare at her nephew's powerful young buttocks, as he 
pistoned heavily up into Cynthia's tight little cunt. The nakedly-thrusting 
cheeks of his muscular buttocks tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his 
fucking, and his aunt watched closely, examining his genitals with a 
subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed at the enormous size of 
his long virile young penis. 

His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, 
the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing 
second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing young girl's body, yet 
she was obviously wanting more. 

Cathy tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really 
meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and 
shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body. Her legs had 
begun trembling as the bud of her own clitoris beneath her silken panties 
became moistly erect with arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to 
reach down between her quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, 
into the wet folds of her own intolerably heated pussy. Her head was 
spinning with the desire for satisfaction, as there was something in her 
memory that was coming forward, something darkly exciting provoked by the 
sight of her nephew and Cynthia fucking. 

"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my ass-hole, Paul ... Ohhh, now now now!" 
Cynthia groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young 
cock, and the words floated over to Cathy like teasing, arousing and 
taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the 
lewd action. The trembling young aunt stared at Cynthia's tightly puckering 
anus as Paul's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, working into 
the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And the shapely 
young girl begged for more. "Ooooh, yesss ... that hurts soooo good! Oooh, 
oooh,oohhh!" 

The young light brown-haired aunt was aghast as she saw her nephew's 
extended finger worming snake-like up into Cynthia's rectum, deeper and 
deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his cock fucking into her 
moistly absorbing young pussy. Cathy thought she, too, could actually feel 
the fiery penetration into her own suddenly shamelessly puckering anus, and 
the shock made her legs tremble. Somehow she was able to back away from the 
tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her nephew and his girl-friend 
fucking, as the memory it brought out was suddenly clear. It was as if she 
was seeing herself at the same age as Cynthia, that time so many years ago 
in the park with that now faceless stranger. And she could remember how his 
long hard penis had felt, so good, so... 

Cathy started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from 
that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to 
the top of the rise. She was again in the darkness of the night, but she 
moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its 
importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless 
step, a fall was insignificant. 

Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Helen Rand with her new 
knowledge, to put the facts before Cynthia's mother in the hope that she 
could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, 
whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite was quickly 
forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind. 

Cathy froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this 
one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway. It looked 
even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the 
brilliant firelight, so close that Cathy thought she could reach out and 
touch them. Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that 
stunned her, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying 
to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her. 

There was a man stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a 
table surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the 
voluptuous Helen Rand, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the 
table. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Cathy, and both of her hands 
were circling a huge,, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the 
man's groin. Cathy-would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if 
that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see the glamorous older 
woman lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Rand 
woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over 
it, her long raven-colored hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her 
fingers circled, rose and fell, to feel every part of its long hard-fleshed 
surface. She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing 
over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it. 

"God, you have a lovely cock!" she said to the grinning man, and the pretty 
shapely secretary found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick 
head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and 
the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Helen's hand stroked up and 
down its thick length. The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at 
her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it 
was apparent he wanted to thrust his massively erect penis up into her wetly 
waiting mouth. 

Cathy told herself it was wrong to be spying on Cynthia's mother like this, 
but at the same time, she had a protective aunt's interest in knowing the 
family of her nephew's girl-friend. And she knew that, at the moment, she 
couldn't bring herself to walk back down the trail, without running the risk 
of encountering Paul and Cynthia again. But what really kept her there was 
the thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. 
Though she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly 
aroused by watching her nephew fucking his teenage girl-friend. Thus she was 
emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe 
another sexual scene a scene that would fully justify her own rising sexual 
arousal. 

Helen Rand was now mewling a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned 
closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until 
her large white breasts were sensually swaying just above the man's 
expectantly jerking penis. She moved lower, positioning her dangling tits 
until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock and squeezed 
them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a sandwich. 

Then she began to stroke the massive penis, using her softly firm breasts in 
place of her hands. 

The thick purple head of the man's impatiently pulsating cock disappeared 
into the soft warm valley formed by her large breasts, and then it 
reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust-hardened 
staff with her tits. In the reddish light of the fire, the whole scene 
appeared to be a strange and bizarre ritual that Cynthia's naked mother was 
performing over the man's idol-like phallus. The man had a fixed smile on 
his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft 
breasts, and he suddenly arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up 
so far that it scraped her chin. Helen backed away for a moment, laughing 
teasingly, then formed an "O" with her moist red lips. No longer smiling, 
suddenly very serious, she bent down slightly and flicked her pink little 
tongue out at the massively jerking penis, wetly circling its throbbing 
head. 

For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Cathy's eyes, 
and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable, seeing so clearly, so close to 
herself, the vile and crude sexual play of Cynthia's mother. She knew she 
should leave and somehow return to the cabin unseen, but she also knew that 
no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She 
had never seen anything more vilely perverted in her life ... and she wanted 
to see all of it ... because in spite of her shock, it was exciting her 
beyond measure. 

The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of 
Helen's tongue; and she was licking up and down the full blood-filled length 
of it now, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip where tiny 
drops of semen had appeared. It was as if she painted it over with her 
warmly glistening saliva. When the man moaned and squirmed like a beaten 
animal, she withdrew her tongue, and she lowered her head until the thick 
red lips, entering the warm cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at 
the vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice-cream cone. Gradually 
Cynthia's mother began taking a little more of its thickness inside her 
wetly sucking mouth, and, at the same time, had her hand wrapped around its 
thick base, pumping furiously up and down. Then the voluptuous advertising 
woman did something Cathy wouldn't have believed possible if she hadn't seen 
it with her own eyes. 

Moaning loudly, Helen slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire long 
length of the man's wetly glistening cock back up into her throat. Her 
cheeks bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously 
on the hotly pulsating rod; when she raised her head up again, she left a 
trail of white teeth marks along its blood-red surface. Then with a rhythmic 
motion, her head began rapidly bobbing up and down on the man's cock, her 
tightly compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with tremendous 
force. With her other hand she began to massage the hairy huge globes of his 
sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that 
grew more intense with each passing second. 

Cathy's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it 
reverberating in her ears and, unconsciously, she began to rub her legs 
together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating 
vagina. Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the ground, 
being careful to keep Helen and the man in clear view. Then, just as she sat 
on the soft grassy earth, another man came into sight from around behind the 
tent. The young curious aunt almost jumped up again, but she stayed put when 
she realized that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of the 
party. He was grinning as he walked, and jutting out from his groin was a 
half-hard penis that to Cathy looked even bigger than the one in Helen's 
mouth. 

"Dan, you dirty bastard," he said growling, "I turn my back for a second and 
you two start fucking without me!" He looked unhappy as he came around the 
table to stand behind Helen and the man he had called Dan. Cathy was amazed 
as the man on the table only laughed, while the raven-haired beauty, her 
mouth full of Dan's cock, and unable to speak, merely wiggled her naked 
buttocks back at the newcomer. 

"You can fuck her from behind, Len," the thin, hard-muscled man said between 
grunting laughs, and Cathy felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement 
as she realized what the man on the table meant by his statement. 

The stocky standing man, Len, laughed in answer and moved to the head end of 
the table where several bottles of liquor were placed. The young brunette 
was horrified to see Helen lifting her buttocks higher and spreading her 
legs wide apart in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence. She was still 
kneeling on the bench, the fully rounded globes of her buttocks like twin 
moons above her firm white thighs, and her back sloped slightly downward as 
she leaned over the table sucking hungrily on Dan's long hard cock. 

Len picked up a bottle of bourbon and returned with it to stand once again 
behind Helen's voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle, and 
laughing loudly, poured some of the contents over Helen's sloping back. 
Cathy held back a vocal cry of surprise as she watched the liquor trickle 
down the hollow formed by the woman's spine to finally run between the deep 
shadowy crevice dividing her buttocks' cheeks. But Helen moaned pleasurably 
around the thick cock in her mouth, and Ray, laughing excitedly, poured even 
more of the liquor over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins. 

Cathy trembled with disbelief, unable to understand how Cynthia's glamorous 
mother could permit such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in 
another moment her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what 
Len intended to do. Turning his back to Helen, he knelt down on the ground 
and leaned over backwards until his head was up between her widespread 
thighs, and with mouth open, he licked the amber drops of liquor that was 
clinging to her soft dark pubic hair. 

My God, he's going to lick her. . . there! Cathy thought as she stared at 
the trio of naked people. She couldn't believe that it was happening and 
making her own body burn with extraordinary intensity. 

Len didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Helen spread her knees out 
wider until his open mouth was pressed tight up into the soft flesh of her 
passion-moistened cunt. With the first touch of his hot lips against her 
tender cuntal flesh, she moaned like a banshee around the cock fucking up 
into her widely ovaled mouth. Immediately, Len's moistly quivering tongue 
flicked out into the perfumed pussy flesh as his arms snaked around her firm 
white thighs pulling her pussy tighter still into his eager face. His 
fingers dug into the soft crevice of her smooth rounded buttocks, spreading 
the twin cheeks wide apart so to gain better access for his hungrily probing 
tongue. 

Cathy felt a wanton shudder run up her spine as the tiny ring of Helen's 
little brown anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the 
dark pink ridge of rubbery flesh expanding and contracting in the light from 
the fire. Below it, she could see the man's wetly glistening tongue smacking 
up into the pink furrow of the hotly quivering vagina. Suddenly it 
disappeared completely into the moistly clasping opening, driving deep into 
the raven-haired woman's hot little cunt. Cathy was so caught-up in the 
bizarre scene that she thought she, too, could feel the heated tongue 
slicing up between her own inner thighs licking its hot way deep into her 
cunt. Abruptly, their perverted lust began to take hold of her body also ... 
and she realized she was thankful for being hidden from their view, as an 
uncontrollable desire to touch her own body dominated her thoughts. 

The dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging flame 
of lusting need, and she opened the front of her coat, taking the hem of her 
dress to raise it up until it was gathered like an accordion above her 
large, pointed breasts. With both hands, she lifted her brassiere up over 
the jutting mounds of flesh to cup them and pinch the tinglingly erect 
nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Not once did she take her eyes off 
the lewd sexual scene on the table in the clearing. 

Helen's head was bobbing up and down more rapidly now, her mouth moving 
almost too fast to see along the glistening, hard cock in ever swifter 
strokes as she sensually swung her fully-fleshed buttocks in circles over 
the wetly probing tongue. Len was driving his tongue up into the moist 
channel of her hotly clasping pussy like a starving kitten lapping milk, and 
his fingers began probing into the tightly clenched little ring of flesh 
guarding the entrance to her nakedly exposed rectum. Cynthia's shamelessly 
aroused mother wiggled her buttocks back against his fingers as if wanting 
to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, Len suddenly plunged 
his long, outstretched middle finger deep up into the smooth rubbery depths 
of her waiting ass-hole. 

Paul's young aunt, eyes glazed over with lust, watched as his finger drove 
up to the second knuckle and began immediately to fuck in and out, sawing a 
counter rhythm to his flicking tongue. The sight sent chills of pained 
excitement streaking through her own rectum, tingling like the fire in her 
loins and she released one hand-hold of her breast to push the band of her 
white little nylon panties down over her ripely flaring hips. Once the 
flimsy material was gathered at her knees, she kicked her legs out, anxious 
to have the panties all the way off. She wanted complete freedom of movement 
with her legs, and she spread them wide apart, leaving her desire-inflamed 
pussy completely accessible. 

She hesitated a moment, a familiar tinge of guilt crossing her consciousness 
for an instant, but she was already beyond the point of self-control. 
Eagerly, trembling with a fiery need, she ran her hand up between her thighs 
until her fingers were pressing into the soft folds of her moistly heated 
vagina. The silken pubic hairs were wet with her lubricating fluid, and the 
swelling mound of cuntal flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her 
hand. Her fingers brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her 
clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the contact brought. It was 
overpowering, and the guilt that flickered through her conscience was 
overcome by the agonized, terrible frustration of her need. 

The sexual scene on the camp table was coming to a head, their combined 
motions and groans of pleasure permeating the night air, and 

Cathy, though apart from them, was also feeling the power of their sexual 
energy. It surely had to reach climax soon, or so Cathy thought, and she too 
wanted to feel the exquisite heights of orgasm. But then, the scene before 
her was suddenly changing, as Len, the man oral fucking Helen Rand's naked 
vagina, stopped his tonguing action and stood up. 

Paul's aunt remained still for a moment, fearing possible discovery, and she 
wondered what bizarre act Len was going to perform next on the sensuously 
kneeling woman. He was stroking his hugely erect cock, each motion making 
the glowing purple head swell out even bigger, and Cathy shuddered, 
realizing he was pointing it directly at Helen's expectantly grinding 
ass-cheeks. Was he going to fuck her from behind, like an animal? Cathy 
didn't know what to expect, but she saw that Cynthia's mother had slowed up 
her sucking and bobbing over the other man's cock. It was as if she was 
waiting for Len to get himself ready, and to Cathy it seemed to take forever 
... while, in fact, he was behind her only a few seconds. 

Len casually dug his fingers into the soft, smooth crevice dividing Helen's 
firm rounded ass-cheeks, and he spread them wide apart to expose her anus 
once again. The shapely young aunt had seen him working his fingers in and 
out of Helen's tightly puckered little rectum, and that had been arousing in 
itself, but suddenly Len's new intentions were very, very clear. His great 
thick penis was headed directly for the tiny crinkled ring of her anus! That 
little orifice was stretched wide open, quivering in eager anticipation 
between the distended cheeks of her full buttocks. Without having stopped 
for a moment in her mouth-fucking of the man behind her halfway. 

Cathy was horrified, frozen with excited fear as she watched him move his 
long, wildly throbbing penis up between the raven-haired woman's wide spread 
buttocks. She didn't believe it was possible! Helen certainly couldn't take 
such a huge pole into her rectum that way without being torn in half! But 
even as Paul's young aunt stared in disbelief, the naked Mrs. Rand raised 
her head up from the thick, wetly glistening cock in her mouth, gasping out 
in staccato rhythm the words that Cathy was astonished to hear. 

"Hurry ... fuck ... my ... ass-hole! Let's all ... cum ... together..." 

Cathy's mind was spinning with unbelieving confusion as the words echoed 
through the still night air. Nobody could perform such an inhuman, 
animalistic act, yet Helen was actually begging for it! Suddenly, Len was 
shuffling forward, the blunt head of his penis madly pulsating as he placed 
it against the tight little mouth of her anus, and she wiggled back against 
it as though hungry to have it ripping deep up into her lust-crazed body. 
The man named Len let the swollen, blood-filled head rest there for a 
moment, a deep purple and angrily throbbing knob between her gleaming white 
ass-cheeks. He was breathing hard now, his whole body nakedly trembling with 
vile excitement, but he held back either to torment Helen as she subjugated 
herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated flesh expanding 
against the throbbing end of his long, hard cock. Dan, on the table, was 
just staring up at them, a lewd grin of aroused passion op his face, and 
Cathy thought he too was anxious to see the perverted sodomizing of 
Cynthia's mother's anus. 

"Shove ... cock ... in ... my ... ass-hole!" Helen Rand chanted around the 
lust-swollen penis in her mouth. She was squirming in her bent-over 
position, trying desperately to wiggle her fleshy buttocks back onto the 
long cock poised against her hotly clenching little anus. Len was holding 
her hips firmly with both hands, and he responded to her request with cruel 
and sudden violence. Helen would have been sent sprawling across the table 
if Len hadn't held on to her, and Cathy involuntarily cried out loud as she 
watched the thick blunted head of his wildly-throbbing penis plow with 
terrifying force up into the narrow channel of the attractive raven-haired 
woman's rectum. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Helen grunted around the thick rod of pulsating flesh in 
her mouth, and she began bobbing rapidly up and down over Dan's cock as if 
giving positive approval to this brutal assault on her anus. Her muffled cry 
was loud enough to drown out Cathy's vocal groan, and they both grunted 
again as Len thrust more of his thickly throbbing shaft up into the soft, 
screaming funnel of hotly wanting anal flesh kneeling before him. 

With terrified amazement, Cathy watched as the huge, blood-filled cock 
slowly disappeared up into the tightly clasping passage, stretching it 
impossibly wide as inch by inch it disappeared inside the elastic-like ring 
of rubbery flesh. He drove it into Cynthia's mother's lewdly upraised rectum 
its full length, deeper and deeper until his groin was pressing hard against 
the wantonly spread cheeks of her buttocks, and then he withdrew, faster, 
and began sawing in and out of her heated rectal depths, his pubic hair 
matting down and springing loose each time he fucked against her 
defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks. His semen-laden balls swung forward with 
such force they made a loud noise slapping against her moistly trembling 
vagina, and the sound reminded Cathy of her own passion-soaked cunt. The man 
fucked into the tightly locked little anus like a madman, and Helen's head 
bounced up and down, her expression one of such lusting ecstasy that Cathy 
was filled with reluctant awe. Stretched out on the table top, Dan was still 
leering with a fixed, cruel smile, but he began to drive his wetly 
glistening cock up into the hungry depths of Cynthia's mother's madly 
sucking throat with harder and harder lunges. Cathy tried to close her eyes, 
to block out the wildly depraved triple coupling, as she was shocked by the 
unwanted reaction that came from her own burning belly. 

She began to shake violently as she listened to Dan's obscene shouts for 
Helen to "suck harder, you beautiful bitch. Suck harder!" his lust-glazed 
eyes stared at the unnatural coupling of Len's cock in Helen's rectum, and 
he shouted his encouragement as if he could no longer hold back his orgasm. 

"Harder ... Faster ... Fuck her harder ... Oh, God, suck it baby! Suck it!" 

It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but Cathy knew she desperately wanted to 
feel a man's penis inside her not "wanted," but needed, and had to have. The 
fire in her wickedly pulsating vagina was raging out of control, and the 
lewd groans and cries of pleasure coming from the table in the clearing were 
torturing her, as Helen Rand kept grunting out her wildly rising lust and 
the men answered with obscene groans and powerful inward thrusts into her 
nakedly voluptuous body. Cathy became lost in her own passionate daze as she 
listened to the obscene sounds of the three people, and she lay back on the 
ground, her coat beneath her, ready to surrender to the heated desire 
consuming her love-starved body. The hand she'd placed between her thighs 
had stopped its desperate clawing as aroused anguished passion took final 
control of her mind. She lifted her long shapely legs up, and bent and 
unbent them, the knees rising and falling as her hips slowly writhed. Her 
cool fingertips stroked the softly moist inner lips of her quivering vagina, 
spreading the hot flesh gently apart and caressing the smooth slipperiness 
of the center of her helplessly growing passion center. 

Her frantic hand at her breast kneaded the straining mounds eagerly, 
strumming the nipples to erect little peaks. Simply touching them sent 
thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through her lust-inflamed body. 
And slowly, imperceptibly, she sank into pure erotic feeling, only dimly 
aware of the heated moans and cries from a few feet distant. Her mind's eye. 
was filled with the obscene imagery of those three lusting bodies nearby, 
and all the sensual visions tumbled about her head and whipped her passion 
to a steadily increasing tempo. Dan's thick cock fucking into Cynthia's 
mother's gluttonous mouth; she sucking greedily while Len poured liquor over 
her ripely gleaming loins and then tongue-tucked her cunt and thrust his 
finger up into her tiny anus, preparing her for the greater entry. In her 
mind, she saw it all again like an exciting movie seen twice: Len, standing 
behind Helen's licentiously wiggling buttocks ... and then, finally, his 
wildly throbbing cock bucking forward and skewering deep up into her 
puckered little ass-hole, not stopping until it was buried far up in the 
depths of her gratefully accepting rectum. It was in Cathy's mind, all of 
it, indelibly there ... tormenting her ... making her want to rip away her 
offending clothing and run nakedly out into the clearing and shout, "Fuck me 
too! Oh God. fuck me everywhere too!! ! " 

Her loins were on fire like never before in her life as the pulsating rhythm 
beating up between her thighs became a drumbeat of exquisite wet 
sensitivity. All of her consciousness was focused on satisfying her one 
overwhelming need, and with a groan she plunged her outstretched middle 
finger deep inside the viscous, moistened mouth of her hungrily pulsating 
pussy ... Cathy had no other choice, for the passion of the three people had 
reached out and was holding her as if it were a magnetic force, making her 
do to herself what she desperately wanted to have done to her by someone 
else. The momentary tight resistance of her fluttering vaginal passage 
slowly gave way to the warming motions of her fingers, and the warm wet 
walls contracted hungrily around her long extended finger as it slipped 
smoothly into her tight, pink contracting cunt. She drew her knees up and 
scissored her long legs wide open as her hips arched up sharply, moving 
rhythmically up and down to the motion of her long gliding finger driving in 
and out of her moistly clasping cunt. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh! Ooooooohhh!" A gasping and muffled shrill cry echoed 
into the still night air from the direction of the clearing, but the sounds 
were barely heard by Cathy. She was totally wrapped up in finger-fucking her 
own hungry cunt, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining 
momentum. The tight clasping walls of her vaginal passage sucked and pulled 
at the finger with greater and stronger urgency until her whole lust-crazed 
body was writhing in a wild display of explosive sexual gratification. After 
all of the erotic stimulations she had been subjected to during the long 
night, it didn't take her much time to reach the final height of 
excruciating passion. 

Every muscle in her body was seized by a quivering tautness as she hung for 
a moment of time on the edge of release. She was near so very near the 
mysteriously building peak that she sought but one finger in her hotly 
pulsating little cunt simply wasn't enough. She inserted another to join the 
first, fucking and grinding, pumping her ripely fleshed hips up and down as 
she strained for the elusive orgasm. Suddenly, she was seeing Len's wildly 
throbbing cock once again in Helen's ass-hole, the thick fleshy cudgel 
stretching wide the narrow passage as it drove with terrifying speed into 
the very depths of her rectum. That was what she needed, Cathy thought, and 
she removed her hand from the soft firmness of her breast, moving her long 
fingers rapidly down to the warm crevice that divided her smoothly rounded 
buttocks. 

Groping into the hairless valley, she aimed for and found the tight rubbery 
mouth of her anus and, carefully placing her forefinger against the puckered 
little hole, she wormed the tip inside. As it pushed through the tight 
resistance, she tensed from the abrupt and unexpected flash of heated pain, 
but she ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve an orgasm. She shoved 
her finger up to the first knuckle, the hot sphincter muscles of her anal 
passage grabbing her finger like an angry serpent's mouth. Gasping aloud, 
she plunged her finger again down into the tight passage until she could 
shove it no further. 

Her two hands moved in unison as they each worked frantically in their 
respective holes, one driving wetly down into the heatedly clasping depths 
of her cunt, while the other countered with a lunge into her tight little 
rectum. She thrust them both in and out with an urgency born of frantic 
need, her legs kicking up and back as she arched her hotly undulating 
buttocks into the air again and again. Oh God, she thought, and she bucked 
once, twice, slicing her fingers up into her belly as the sensation of 
waters bursting over a dam flooded her passion-drenched body ... and then 
she was cumming! 

"Uuuuuugghhhh." She was held by a prolonged spasm of rippling joy that 
jolted and surged through her. She wanted to scream out her sudden delight 
as her madly twittering cunt contracted again and again around her deeply 
embedded fingers, and the hot wetness oozed slowly out of her still hungrily 
squeezing vagina. Her long tapered legs trembled, thighs shaking as she 
fought to contain and prolong the beautiful climax, and she jerked up 
against her deeply buried fingers as pearl-like droplets of her 
solitary-lonely-cum ran hotly down the crevice of her buttocks. 

The chic brunette secretary had reached an orgasm, though it had not been 
what she expected. The tremors in her belly quickly subsided, and she lay 
back against the soft green grass, her young body exhausted and spent. For a 
long moment she kept her fingers buried inside her body as the last traces 
of her climax ran thickly onto her coat beneath her buttocks. Then, slowly, 
savoring each millimeter of her long fingers, she pulled them from her cunt 
and anus with regret. 

Oh, God, Cathy thought. What have I done? Remembering where she was and 
aware of the fact that she might have groaned out loud, she sat bolt 
upright, her eyes searching for Helen and the two men. She felt momentary 
relief as she saw they were not at the table, but then, in the darkness 
beyond, she saw the faint whiteness of naked people on the far side of the 
tent. 

Jumping up quickly, she steadied herself against a tree as she waited for 
strength to return to her legs; after a second she started to walk away from 
the campsite, almost forgetting the panties she'd left on the ground. She 
picked them up, stuffing them in her coat pocket to not waste any time 
getting away from the place, and she moved fast despite the darkness, as she 
could imagine nothing more humiliating now than being discovered. 

She didn't have time to give any thought to what she had just done, as she 
had to be careful while moving toward the trail down the slope, knowing 
there was also the danger of running into Paul and Cynthia. If they were 
approaching, she counted on seeing their flashlight first and then quickly 
hiding off the trail, but she made it down the angular trail without ever 
seeing even a sign of them. 

The attractive young aunt felt twice, avoiding injury both times but ending 
up with smudges of dirt on her face and coat. Soon she was walking across 
the bridge; only then, able to think clearly for the first time, she 
realized that her disheveled appearance could serve as an excuse for her 
absence from the cabin should Paul be there when she returned. She decided 
to tell him she had gone for a walk, in the opposite direction of the Rand's 
campsite, and that she had become lost, thereby taking so long to return. It 
sounded feasible and something like that was necessary if she was not to 
fall completely apart, admitting to Paul that she had seen him and Cynthia. 

When she was within sight of the cabin, Cathy paused to pull her coat 
tightly around her, then she messed up her hair a bit more. The cabin looked 
very much the same as when she had left it that seemed so long in the past 
and taking a deep breath, she went inside. 

"Paul?" There was no answer. The fire she had lit earlier was almost out, 
and she walked straight into the kitchen, expecting to find some sign of her 
nephew having been there. Nothing was disturbed, and the young aunt again 
started to worry about the boy. She was horrified by the thought of Paul and 
Cynthia returning to the campsite and perhaps seen joining Helen Rand and 
those two men in some debasing and vile sexual act. 

Unsure of what she should do, Cathy returned to the living room half 
panic-struck with fear, but her fright subsided when she saw the white paper 
left on the portable bed. She quickly picked up the letter, her eyes 
scanning over the neat, orderly printing to the signature at the bottom. It 
was a note from Paul. 

Aunt Cathy ... Stupid me ... I went off without the flash-light, so Cynthia 
walked back with me. . . Surprised not to find you here, but can hardly 
blame you for not waiting dinner. We decided to go over to the recreation 
lodge to see what's happening, so don't wait up ... I took the flash-light 
from the car, so Cynthia won't have to walk back to her camp alone ... Sorry 
again for being so late, Love Paul. 

Cathy was relieved to know that Paul was not going back to the Rand's camp 
immediately and, in spite of everything else that had happened, she couldn't 
be angry with him. She actually felt proud that he hadn't made up some 
falsehood as an excuse for being late, but instead just chose to give no 
reason at all. Naturally he couldn't just say he was busy fucking his 
girl-friend, Cynthia! 

She sat down on the portable bed, suddenly feeling weary and afraid. Her 
whole world had become disrupted in the space of a couple of hours, and she 
knew that things could never be the same again. Her nephew was far more 
adult than she would ever have guessed, and he was probably more experienced 
sexually than she. Cathy thought she should be jealous of Cynthia, but she 
also felt that she herself was responsible for Paul's sexual encounter in 
that she had never really given him guidance. Neither did she know which was 
worse: her staying to watch her nephew and his brown-haired girl-friend, or 
remaining at the Rand's campsite until she had lost control herself. It was 
all too confusing, too recent, and she was too exhausted to think about it 
then. 

Taking the note from Paul with her, Cathy walked to the bedroom, trying to 
put the evening's event out of her mind. She would have to look at her 
nephew differently from now on, but that went for his sensuous girl-friend 
and her wanton mother too. She had asked Paul to tell Helen that she would 
visit her in the morning, and considering all that she had seen. Cathy 
wondered it she could ever face the Rand woman again without blushing from 
embarrassment. 

Taking her panties out of her coat pocket and tossing them on the bed, she 
removed her coat and dress and hung both up in the closet. She made a mental 
note to remember to wash out the little white stain on the coat lining, then 
closed the closet door, not wanting to think about it anymore that evening. 
Taking off her brassiere and throwing it haphazardly on the bed with her 
panties, she then walked into the bedroom and washed her face and combed her 
hair without looking at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't face 
herself, not then at least. Slipping into her nightgown, she turned off the 
lamp and got into the bed. Sleep came quickly, but her dreams were filled 
with erotically disturbing images of herself. And to her horror, she found 
herself doing with her mouth what Helen Rand had done that night and liking 
it ... Only the man fucking up between her lips the man whose cock she was 
eagerly sucking was her own nephew: Paul! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A light rain had fallen during early morning, causing a hazy mist to settle 
over the Blue Ridge Mountains. And as the sun remained hidden behind the 
high misty screen, Cathy's depression had gotten steadily worse. She had 
slept late, staying in bed as long as possible without arousing suspicion; 
yet she still had to face her nephew, so had feigned a headache to hide her 
uneasiness. 

She had kept conversation to a minimum, and Paul had been sympathetic, 
promising to stay out of her way if that would help. Her ploy had worked, 
and she was able to get Paul to deliver a new message to Helen Rand. She was 
to spend the day resting, and if Helen had no other plans that evening, she 
would be glad to visit with her then. Paul's aunt had reasoned that she 
would have the day to pull herself together, although it didn't quite work 
out that way. 

It was four in the afternoon, and Cathy was making her third pot of coffee 
when Paul came back to the cabin with Cynthia. She was in the kitchen and 
didn't hear them come in at first. 

"Aunt Cathy? ... Oh, there you are!" 

"Hi..." Cathy felt her face heat up and redden with embarrassment. "Hello, 
Cynthia." She hadn't expected Paul to bring the Rand girl with him, and she 
felt it impossible to conceal her uneasiness. 

"Hi, Miss Rogers. Are you feeling better?" Cynthia said, a tone of real 
concern in her voice. 

"Yes, thank you," Cathy answered as she, turned away, diverting her 
attention to the coffee pot. Why had her nephew brought his girlfriend? Were 
they planning to stay? She wanted so much to be left alone, to escape the 
terrible thoughts that had been plaguing her all day. "I'm making some 
coffee ... Do you want some?" She could think of nothing else to say. 

"If it's all right with you, we're going out, Aunt Cynthia," Paul answered. 
"We wanted to stop by and see how you're getting along ... and, well..." He 
stopped, looking to his girlfriend for the rest. 

"I'm just fine, Paul. Don't let my silly headache spoil your weekend!" Cathy 
was serious, and she felt bad enough for having to lie. She did want her 
nephew to have a good time, even if it involved sex with Cynthia. It was too 
late to undo that! 

Paul started again, "Oh, about Mrs. Rand ... I gave her your message, and 
she said she was very anxious to see you. She's coming here at six ... Said 
she wanted to take you out to dinner ... if you're up to it..." There was 
more, but he would let that wait for Helen Rand to tell the rest. 

"Mom said she knows just the thing for your headache, Miss Rogers," Cynthia 
jumped in, a pert smile on her pretty face. Then she nudged Paul, indicating 
they should go. 

"That's sweet of her to be so concerned ... Paul, I think you must have made 
too much out of nothing. My headache is practically gone, really!" She 
wanted to dismiss the idea that she needed care, but there was obviously no 
point in making excuses to the young couple. She would find a way of 
declining dinner with Helen later. 

Cathy poured out a cup of coffee for herself and, holding it like a prop in 
front of her, she motioned with her other hand toward the front door. "You 
two go on and have a good time ... And stop worrying about me." She hoped 
her performance was convincing, that they couldn't see through her and know 
what was really troubling her mind. 

"O.K., Aunt Cathy," Paul said as he took Cynthia by the arm, leading her 
toward the front door. "Mrs. Rand will be here in a couple of hours ... 
You've been alone long enough today," he added, sounding more like a parent 
than a nephew. 

"Nice seeing you again, Miss Rogers," Cynthia said at the door, and she 
hurried out in front of Paul. 

"See you, Aunt Cathy." 

His aunt waved and watched Paul close the door behind him, her mind once 
again re-playing the scene she had witnessed between him and Helen's 
daughter. Yet, it didn't trouble her nearly as much as what had followed, 
and she wondered if she was making more out of it than she should. 

She had known from the first day she had met Helen that the Rand woman was 
different in her attitudes than herself. So seeing her in such a 
compromising position last night really shouldn't have been that surprising, 
but Cathy didn't want to face the simple fact that it wasn't Helen's 
performance that bothered her. It was what she herself had done, staying 
there in the woods and watching the lewd sex act until her own body had 
become like that of a wanton whore. It wasn't so much Helen she found 
difficult to face; it was herself. 

To make matters worse, from the moment she had awakened that morning, she 
was unable to control a demanding itch a heated need for sexual release in 
her groin; and it was this failure of mind over body that had made her 
depressed. She had wanted to pull her panties aside and finger-fuck her 
penis-hungry vagina as she had done the night before; and it had taken all 
of her willpower all day long to keep from succumbing to the urge. She 
almost believed that Helen's presence that evening would be a relief, and 
going out to dinner with her might actually be good. 

Cathy sat down and sipped her coffee, forcing herself not to look at her 
watch. The time was moving too slowly, had been all day, and checking the 
time every few minutes didn't help. She thought to make the day go faster by 
thinking up excuses for declining Cynthia's mother's invitation out to 
dinner, but in the back of her mind she actually was talking herself into 
going. Maybe she could even get into a serious discussion with Helen, 
confide in her, and get some of the answers she wanted to hear? The older, 
more experienced woman might tell her she had no reason to be afraid of men, 
that men were not the brutes that she believed them to be ... And yet ... 
thinking about the two men with Helen, Cathy knew they had to be animals. 
And she was not that kind of person, she was not the type who would enjoy 
being raped by a drunken ass, or take pleasure out of lewd and indecent 
acts! Or was she? 

Gulping down the remainder of her coffee, Cathy looked at her watch knowing 
she dared not sit and think another moment. It was becoming a losing battle, 
and she would simply have to put it out of her mind. It was four-thirty, 
which left her an hour and a half to get ready before Helen was due. The way 
she felt, that really wasn't much time. 

Getting up, she went into the bedroom, wondering what to wear for the 
evening. She had no idea what kind of dress was required in a tourist area 
like Shenandoah National Park, nor for that matter what kind of restaurant 
Helen had in mind. She decided she would simply have to wear the nicest 
thing she brought, a cocktail dress; and if that was too dressy, then it 
would be easy to change after Cynthia's mother arrived. 

She took the dress out of the closet and then began taking off her clothes, 
stripping in a hurry. When she nakedly walked into the bathroom and reached 
into the shower stall to turn on the water, Cathy caught a momentary glimpse 
of her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. Automatically, 
the young mother began wondering how her body might compare with Helen's; 
and, at that moment, her curiosity won out. It shamed her to admit it, but 
the voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected in the mirror made her feel very 
proud, for she had a far better figure than Helen. Was that possible? 

She studied the image before her. Yes, it was true! There was a sensual 
softness to the rounding of her curves and her breasts were like two ripe 
melons seen in the moonlight. Her stomach was firm and her waist small. Her 
buttocks jutted out in two rounded identical moons and her stomach, seen in 
the mirror, swooped down to her sparse, light brown pubic hair was was wispy 
and soft. 

Her thighs and legs were perfect, like the shapely legs of a glamorous Las 
Vegas showgirl. Naked, she was sexy and desirable, there was no question 
about it! Her face? And eyes? She turned away from the mirror, damning 
herself for the carnal thoughts that streamed uncontrollably through her 
brain. What had gotten into her? 

Steam was rising from the shower stall, and she reached in, turning the cold 
water faucet to adjust the temperature to a cooler level than she normally 
set. She had to do something about her thoughts, and a cold shower was one 
possible solution. But it didn't help, as the touch of the needle-like spray 
against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers stimulating her 
nerves. And for the hundredth time that day, she thought about Helen Rand, 
bending nakedly over the table, legs so wide apart, with that man, Len, 
wetly licking his long tongue around and up inside her pinkly quivering 
cunt. Cathy wanted to touch herself and think about how his tongue would 
feel swirling around deep up inside her own nakedly spread pussy. 

"God!" she yelled out loud. She made the water colder still and hurried to 
wash herself, but despite the coolness of the water, she was perspiring when 
she stepped out of the shower. 

She toweled herself vigorously, then ran into the bedroom to get dressed, 
and while she pulled on her clothes and brushed her hair and put on a touch 
of make-up, she gave serious thought to her earlier idea. Maybe, if she had 
a couple of drinks to loosen her up, perhaps she could find the courage to 
talk to Helen about her problem. She would have to be careful not to give 
herself away, but she thought there was a chance that the older and more 
experienced woman would somehow be understanding. And at the very least, 
Cathy needed some excuse to justify and retrench the feelings she'd kept for 
so many years. A talk with Helen should reaffirm her own opinion of men; 
that they are nothing more than brutes and animals, out to humiliate and 
debase women. When the chic young aunt sat down in the living room twenty 
minutes later to await Helen Rand's arrival, she didn't even consider the 
possibility that a talk could have the opposite effect ... and prove her 
long-cherished opinions wrong horribly wrong. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The knock startled Cathy out of her daydreams, and she jumped up from her 
chair to hurry to the door. She hadn't noticed that it was dark outside, and 
she felt like a fool when she opened the door to see Helen Rand standing 
there in the dark. She immediately switched on the light. 

"Goodness, I wasn't watching the time ... Please come in," Cathy said 
sheepishly, completely forgetting about the raven-haired beauty's wanton 
activities by the firelight last night. 

"It does get dark early here ... How are you, dear?" Cynthia's mother said 
in response. Her tone was friendly, almost too much so, and Cathy saw that 
she was smiling as she stepped into the room. 

"I'm fine, thank you," Paul's young aunt answered, forgetting also that she 
was supposed to have a headache. 

"The children didn't forget to tell you I was coming? A night out can do 
wonders for a headache..." Helen eyed her friend's outfit, aware that she 
had taken some time to get ready. She was pleased that she wouldn't have to 
sell Paul's aunt on going out with her, as it was obvious she was dressed to 
go. "Your dress is just perfect for Drake Allen's place." 

"Well, I really didn't know what to wear, but the choice was easy. This is 
the only dressy outfit I brought," Cathy smiled, assuming Drake Allen's 
place was a Shenandoah restaurant. She purposely ignored the comment about 
her headache as Helen didn't seem to want or need an explanation anyway. And 
keeping the conversation on clothes was a means of preventing it coming up 
again. The other woman kept her coat on, but it was open in the front, 
enough so that Cathy could see the type of dress she was wearing. It 
appeared to be quite revealing and a bit too sexy for just going out to a 
restaurant, but she figured that was simply the way Cynthia's mother was 
always dressed at night. 

"I'll get my coat and we can go," Cathy said, walking into the bedroom, 
again reminded of how she had used her coat when watching Helen and the two 
men. She made a mental note to be careful about everything she mentioned 
that evening, as a slip of the tongue could give her away. I'd just die if 
she knew I had been watching her being fucked at the same time by those two 
naked men! 

Coat on, Cathy returned to the living room and smiled at the mother of her 
nephew's girlfriend. "I sure do appreciate your invitation, Helen ... It'll 
be good to get out this evening." 

"It's something we should have done ages ago ... Strange that we have to 
come all the way up here before getting together for an evening." Of course, 
she never would have considered taking Cathy Rogers to such a party if her 
daughter hadn't suggested it. Cynthia thought Paul's aunt needed loosening 
up, and if that didn't happen at Dunbar's place, nothing would ever help 
her. 

"All set," Cathy announced as she turned off all but one light in the living 
room. Helen had left her car down by the camp manager's office and the two 
well-dressed young women walked together in silence, Cathy pulling her coat 
around her while Helen let her wrap hang open. 

Once in the car, Helen drove up to the Skyline Drive highway and headed 
north. About five miles later she turned right onto a narrow asphalt road 
that wound down the mountains, down past the dense oak forest. After twenty 
more minutes of driving, as the land became less mountainous, Cathy observed 
several private homes surrounded by large parcels of property, and she 
couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to own such places. It was the 
privacy to each that appealed to her most. They stayed on the road for 
another five minutes before Helen finally turned in past large stone 
stanchions, onto a private drive. Cathy wondered just where they were going, 
as from the entrance to the property she couldn't see any sign of a building 
or structure of any kind. And she believed but she wasn't quite sure-that 
they had left Shenandoah National Park. 

"This is Allen's place." Helen abruptly announced, gesturing ahead with her 
hand. 

"My, it's certainly off the beaten path," Cathy commented, and she was 
thinking it had to be very special to get people to come such a distance. 
"How much property do they have here?" she questioned, wanting to make small 
talk. 

"It's quite extensive ... You should really see it in the daylight. A small 
river runs right behind the place!" Helen said, but she was laughing to 
herself, sure that after that evening Paul's aunt would only be interested 
in other things. 

Cathy stared ahead into the darkness beyond the headlights of the car, and 
for several minutes she saw nothing. But then, as if suddenly looming up 
before her, there were lighted windows like iridescent squares among the 
trees. In another moment, they were in an area where several others were 
parked. The glamorous advertising girl pulled up and stopped next to an 
expensive foreign sports car. Cathy immediately assumed that the restaurant 
had to be quite expensive too. 

"Well, I certainly am amazed. I never would have found this place on my 
own," the shapely brown-haired secretary said as she got out of the car. 

"We are here by special invitation, Cathy ... And I think you'll find it 
fun." Cynthia's voluptuous mother smiled and led the way to the front door 
of the large, modernistic house. 

"Do you mean it's a private club?" she questioned, surprised by her friend's 
statement. 

"Club? You must be confused ... This is a private home," Helen explained, 
even though she had known all along that Cathy had been thinking they were 
going to a restaurant. "This is Drake Allen's place ... his home!" 

"Oh. I thought it was a restaurant!" she muttered in surprise. 

Her eyes scanned over the building and grounds, taking in all she could see 
in the darkness, and it was apparent that the place belonged to an extremely 
wealthy man. She had no idea of what to expect inside, but the fact of being 
around the rich made her nervous. She wasn't sure she would know how to act 
in the midst of such wealth. And worse, with Cynthia's mother present there 
was always the chance of something bizarre and unusual happening. But she 
couldn't leave, at least not right then. 

Cathy laughed artificially. "I really thought this place was a restaurant!" 
She didn't want her friend to think her foolish and awkwardly shy. but she 
knew it must be written all over her face. 

"You mean Paul and Cynthia didn't tell you it was a party?" Helen said, 
though she knew they hadn't. 

"No ... I guess they forgot...." 

"Well, believe me, the food here is far superior to any restaurant in the 
area," Helen added, as if to imply that Cathy's concern was for the quality 
of the place. Her comment embarrassed the young aunt, and that was exactly 
the effect she wanted. She stepped up to the door and rang the bell before 
anything else could be said. 

For Cathy, it seemed to take forever for someone to come to the door; but in 
fact, the door opened a few seconds later. Standing in the doorway was a 
tall, rather handsome man. Cathy was instantly reminded of the typical rich 
playboy. His hair was blonde and shortly trimmed, his features sharply 
defined and evenly tanned, but it was his eyes that caught her attention 
first. They were like deep blue liquid pools, large and mysterious, and she 
felt he was able to look right through her. 

"Ah, at last my special guests arrive," the man said, his voice deep-toned 
and masculine. "Helen, my dear, it's good to see you again." 

Cathy tried to maintain her composure as the tall muscular man warmly kissed 
Cynthia's mother on the lips and then a second later turned to face her. His 
physical presence seemed to reach out and engulf her completely. 

"This is Cathy Rogers, the one I told you about," Helen said, and then to 
Cathy, "Your host." 

"Thank you for inviting us, Mr...." She wondered about his last name. 

"Allen! But please call me Drake," he answered, taking her hand in his. 

Cathy was confused, and it showed. Was his name Drake or Allen? she 
wondered. The explanation came before she could ask. 

"Everyone calls this shack Allen's place ... My name is Drake Allen," he 
said, a broad smile spreading across his face. 

"I see," Cathy said in a soft voice. She wasn't sure what to make of the man 
standing before her, but his smile was so pleasant and reassuring that her 
nervousness went away. When he turned his attention back to Helen, Cathy 
couldn't help looking him over. He was wearing a colorful, loose-fitting 
shirt and dark slacks, a casual outfit that somehow looked very, very 
expensive on him. She guessed him to be about forty, as there was a hint of 
gray in his sideburns. 

"Everyone seems to have gathered in the game room," Drake said, his wink to 
Helen going unseen by Paul's aunt. "Please follow me. ladies," he added, and 
he offered an arm to each of them. 

Cathy couldn't help being impressed by his suave manner, and she put her arm 
in his, anxious to see more of the large house. Every room was wood paneled, 
some in different shades than others, and the ceiling seemed to vault into 
the sky, standing at the top of round wood pillars. He led them through the 
two-storied living room, and to one side was a wide stairway that led below. 
It was then that Cathy realized the living room stood at least one story 
above the back of the house, and as she walked down the stairs, she saw 
before her a long room that appeared crowded with people. It was lit only by 
candles, so it was hard to tell just how many people there were, but the 
room was obviously built for just such a gathering. To one side were floor 
to ceiling windows, and outside was a balcony running the length of the 
room. There were spotlights mounted somewhere on the house that pointed out 
to neatly arranged crimson azalea bushes, pink and white dogwood trees and 
the river. It made an impressive picture, like a setting that Cathy had seen 
before in movies. Scattered about the dark wood paneled room were couches 
and overstuffed chairs, and here and there were large pillows thrown down on 
the carpeted floor. Some of the people were standing, others sitting, and 
some were even lounging on the pillows. It could have appeared a typical 
party, but Cathy became nervous again as she realized the people were all 
talking quietly, almost in a whisper. Ordinarily she would have expected 
such a crowd to be boisterous. 

Drake led them across the long room, some of the people greeting Helen as 
they walked, but Cathy paid little attention to them as she was more 
concerned about the intimate way Drake 

Allen held her arm. It almost seemed as if he was being intimate, though he 
was only touching her arm. She tried to put it out of her mind, believing it 
to be her imagination, and forced herself to study the layout more closely. 
Halfway in the room, on the wall opposite the windows, was a large natural 
stone fireplace, a fire blazing brightly to add to the effect of the 
candles. Though the room was large, Cathy realized it felt intimate simply 
because of the artistic lighting and she found this discovery to be 
interesting. Moments later, she found herself standing in front of a bar. 

"This is an important part of this room," Drake said, and the shapely young 
woman realized he had been talking the whole time they walked through the 
house. He had been pointing things out, but she had been too engrossed in 
looking to really hear. The tall blonde host went on, pointing to a buffet 
covered with exotic looking food. "Over there the tidbits and morsels of 
palatable pleasure, and here," he added motioning to the white jacketed 
young Filipino behind the bar, "Here you may quench your thirst." 

"You have a beautiful home," Cathy said nodding to her host. She was 
flattered by the extravagant manner of Drake Allen to someone he had just 
met. She was, after all, only a secretary, and he obviously was more 
monetarily powerful than even her boss, Bart Hendricks. 

"You are too kind ... What may I order for you, Cathy?" 

His eyes again seemed to penetrate right through her, yet in a way that was 
complimentary, and the young woman felt herself blushing as though 
embarrassed by praise. She couldn't think of how to answer him. "Whatever 
you suggest will be fine," she said shyly. 

Drake smiled and motioned to the man behind the bar. "Manuel here makes a 
special drink that I am quite fond of ... He keeps the ingredients a secret, 
but it does contain Pernod. You know, cloudy and nice!" He held up two 
fingers to Manuel, "Your special, Manuel." 

"Cathy dear?" It was a female voice familiar. 

She had almost forgotten about Helen Rand, and she wondered how long the 
other woman had been calling her name. She turned to see the raven-haired 
woman approaching with two men on either side of her. Cathy didn't recognize 
them until they were a few feet away, and then she thought she might faint. 
It's them! The men with Helen last night. Oh my God! 

"I want you to meet a couple of old friends," Helen went on quite casually. 
"This is Dan, and this is Len ... Cathy Rogers, boys!" 

Cathy felt dizzy as she nodded to each, hoping she appeared unshaken, but 
she was sure her face reddened as each man eyed her openly. God, she had 
seen them naked and fucking Helen less than twenty-four hours earlier! 

"How do you do?" 

"Pleasure." 

"Honored." 

"I'm showing Cathy the view," Drake interjected before anymore could be said 
by either man. "Manuel, fix Mrs. Rand one of your specials," he added as he 
picked up two tall glasses from the bar. 

Cathy was glad of the chance to avoid further conversation with the two men 
and Cynthia's mother, at least until she regained her composure, and she 
happily took the offered drink from Drake and put her arm on his to walk to 
the porch. She felt as if she were escaping from some terrible crime, and 
she took a sip of her drink to still her pounding heart. It wasn't until she 
was standing outside on the porch, with her handsome blonde host that she 
felt she could again speak normally, and she felt grateful to him for having 
saved her from possible embarrassment. 

"Thank you for this," she said holding up her drink. It's really quite good. 
I don't usually drink, but this is mild and pleasant tasting..." 

Drake had guided her to the railing at the edge of the balcony. He clicked 
his glass against hers and took a large sip of his drink, "There's plenty 
more where this came from, and you can be sure it won't hurt you..." he 
said, watching her gulp down nearly half her drink. 

Cathy felt warm and more relaxed with each swallow of the potent mixture, 
and it did seem to help her get over the embarrassment of meeting the two 
men, Dan and Len. She stared out at the lighted trees and grounds below, 
listening to the sounds of the river nearby, a sound that lulled her senses, 
pleasantly. It was such a cool night, and yet here on Drake Allen's porch 
she felt warm. 

"Are you sure this drink is mild?" she found herself questioning, as the 
first zephyrs of light-headedness rippled through her brain. 

Drake laughed as if she had made some joke. 

"Take off your coat ... It's not the drink, it's radiant heat out here," he 
said tapping his shoe on the floor of the balcony. "Tiles under the floor." 

"Oh my gosh," Cathy giggled, feeling silly. She set her drink down on the 
railing and slipped out of her coat with Drake's help, and she still felt 
warm and comfortable. "That's amazing!" she added, picking up her drink 
again and taking another large gulp. "You have a remarkable home, Mr. 
Allen." 

They talked, Drake mostly, about humorously unimportant things that made 
Cathy laugh a lot. She drank too, and each time her glass was nearly empty, 
the blonde host seemed to be' standing by with a fresh one. She lost count 
after the third drink, but then she no longer cared. The liquor, or 
whatever, did have an effect on her, but it came gradually, barely 
recognizable for what it was. She felt warmer and more aware of her own 
physical presence, and everything seemed all right, including the slightly 
off-color jokes that Drake told her. She laughed openly, surprised that she 
felt no embarrassment or shame, but instead, she felt a pleasant tingling in 
the pit of her belly, especially when he looked at her in his special way. 

When they walked back inside the large room, it was darker ... the only 
light now coming from the fireplace. Gliding, not walking, they moved to one 
side where she saw Helen stretched out on a large pillow, smiling up at her. 
Cathy returned the smile as she, too, made herself comfortable on one of the 
large pillows next to Cynthia's mother. Again the young attractive aunt had 
a drink in her hand, and Drake was beside her, not threateningly, just 
there. Music was playing from somewhere, everywhere, while the room danced 
with the flickering light of the fire, and her young very aware body seemed 
to pulsate with it, the tempo increasing toward an infinite point. 

"Wow!" Cathy heard herself say, and she laughed as Drake nodded in response. 
She sipped more of the insidious drink, her mouth feeling dry, and she 
looked over to where Helen was lying back on the large pillow, noting 
without surprise that Cynthia's mother's dress had slipped far up her 
thighs. Almost casually Cathy saw that she was wearing no panties; oddly 
enough, it seemed funny and nice at the same time. Then Len came over and 
said something about a movie to Drake, and everyone was smiling and nodding 
in anticipation. Len was gone and back again, this time settling down 
comfortably on the same big pillow with Helen. Cathy turned, looking away to 
discover that somehow a large motion picture screen had descended just 
before them. Other people in the room were settling down, becoming even 
quieter than before, and Paul's innocent young aunt drank more of the cool 
liquid in her glass, feeling as though she could never get enough. 

Vaguely, she was aware of Drake's hand around her shoulders. It seemed 
innocent enough, a reminder that they were sharing some special secret, and 
she relaxed against his arm, convinced that she couldn't be hurt. Her senses 
were fine-tuned, alert and ripe for any sign of warmth and comfort, and the 
large pillow under her body seemed to press up into her loins making contact 
with the lips of her vagina through the crotch band of her sheer silken 
panties. 

Cathy turned her head toward her handsome host, and his face was close, very 
close, moving like a descending sphere as his eager warm lips met her. She 
wanted him to kiss her, to press his mouth and tongue into her to draw out 
the raging heat that poured through her fiery body. It lingered, held to a 
boiling pitch of passion that made her mind blank out what she knew was a 
very real danger. His wetly quivering tongue flicked into her open mouth, 
touching the roof of her mouth like a hot poker, and she began sucking on it 
hungrily, feeling a warm inviting promise of fulfillment that she never felt 
in a kiss before that moment. It was good, too good, and she searched 
through the alcoholic haze in her mind to find reason for it all being 
wrong. But when the kiss ended, she felt only disappointment. He had kissed 
her, and she had let him. It was kindness, a secret understanding formed in 
the privacy of a room full of people. 

Drake raised his hand as if signaling someone in the distant darkness, and 
almost immediately Manuel was there with fresh drinks. Drake took a sip, as 
did she, and he was talking to her, telling her about a film they were about 
to see, but that was unimportant compared with the depth of his eyes. How 
could she have ever been afraid of men ? 

There was a sudden tenseness in the room, as if everyone was waiting 
anxiously for an event, and she, too, became excited ... but for what 
reason, she couldn't guess. Then she saw a pin-point of light across the 
room, and she followed the beam with her eyes to discover that the screen in 
front of her was brightly lit. The music that had been playing faded out, 
and on the screen a close shot of a beautiful young girl appeared. She was 
asleep in a bed, her long, blonde hair framing an attractive face against a 
pure white pillow. She was dreaming, as she squirmed slightly, and a low 
moaning sound came from her pert lips. There was the faintest hint of tiny 
beads of perspiration on the girl's forehead, and her eyes blinked rapidly 
as if she was half-asleep, half-awake. 

The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was 
apparent that the girl was sleeping with only a sheet covering her ripe 
young body. There were distinct impressions in the sheet outlining the firm 
little breasts, narrow waist and sexily curving hips. Almost imperceptively, 
the girl began to move her body, as if she were trying to feel the faintest 
weight of the sheet where it pressed against her. The camera continued 
pulling back until a chair beyond the bed came into view, and on it was a 
sleeping German Shepherd dog; the animal, too, seemed to be dreaming. 

The view angle changed to the foot of the bed and closer in on the girl. Her 
mouth was partly open, and her pink tongue flicked out an in, moistening her 
lips until they glistened. She was breathing faster and faster, her chest 
rising and falling as her hand moved under the sheet, the impression clearly 
showing that she was reaching for her breasts. For a moment, her hand 
lingered there fondling the twin jutting mounds with obvious pleasure, and 
then, the heat of her body apparently stifling, she grasped the edge of the 
sheet, slowly pulling it down to expose her nakedly upraised breasts. 

Her softly fleshed little breasts were starkly white against the sun-bronzed 
color of her tanned skin; the nipples brightly pink and the areolas a paler 
pink. Her hand moved immediately back over the nipples, rolling them into a 
pointed hardness. Her hips continued their grinding motion, the rhythm 
becoming more intense as she became more aroused. She pushed the sheet down 
further, first exposing her smoothly flattened belly, and then almost 
frantically, she kicked the sheet clear of her body. She lay with her legs 
apart, completely naked, and her legs scissored out wider to expose to the 
camera the entire length of her moistly glistening cunt and the gleaming 
little clitoris nestled at the top of the sparse hair-lined slit. Her hand 
left her breasts then, circling down over her stomach, down over the silky 
pubic hair, down between her firm young thighs so that the tips of her 
fingers revolved over her rigidly pulsating clitoris. 

Cathy held her breath, trying to quiet it as she watched the scene before 
her. She had never in her life seen such an obscene film, and she was 
grateful for the near total darkness of the room. The image was penetrating 
her intoxicated haze, reminding her of her own wakeful dreams, and she found 
that she sympathized with the girl on the screen. It was as though the young 
girl was begging for a release she couldn't have, and Cathy too felt the 
tingling sensation so familiar to her. It seemed to start in her belly and 
slowly move down to the space between her legs until it reached her hardened 
clitoris. It was all she could do to keep from touching herself there, and 
she wiggled her buttocks back into the soft pillow, feeling the material of 
her dress and panties press up between her moistly parted thighs. She was 
hardly aware of Drake's hand as it moved over to her breast, and she made no 
move to stop him as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the lacy 
material of her brassiere. She would have to stop him, but it could wait 
until the delicious tingling between her legs subsided. Keeping her eyes 
glued to the screen, she took another sip of the pleasant tasting drink she 
held. 

The girl in the movie twisted her naked young ass-cheeks against the mattess 
as though she was trying to bury herself in it, and her fingers played 
teasingly at the narrow slit of her wetly quivering cunt. As if being 
attacked by some unseen lover, sheer wanton desire took hold of her, and her 
hands began fluttering over her body as though they were out of control ... 
until they both came to rest at the "vee" of her softly rounded thighs. She 
groaned with the contact of her hands against her obviously aroused pussy, 
and she pulled her knees up, jack-knifing them back and spreading her legs 
even wider apart until the camera was zeroed in on the moistly glistening 
furrow between. Her fingertips crawled to the pink hair-covered lips and 
spread them slowly apart until the wetly trembling layers of cuntal flesh 
were fully visible, and the mouth-like orifice had opened hungrily. The 
half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone clearly, divided by the hot, avid 
crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below 
the swollen and agitated lips. The girl extended her long middle finger and, 
sliding it downward, she inserted it into the pinkly glistening valley, 
stroking the bud-like clitoris at the same time. 

Her sensuous movements on the bed increased as her probing fingers worked 
themselves inside the blushing edges of her twittering young cunt, slowly 
widening the lips. She wormed her outstretched middle finger in and out 
smoothly between the lubricated opening as she drew her legs back up to her 
breasts, and her firm rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the 
searching finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined still 
another finger with the first. Clenching her teeth, she pushed both of them 
into the tightly clasping pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, wet, 
sucking noise, and the girl purred with pleasure. 

For a moment a suddenly sober Cathy considered leaving running away as she 
remembered what had happened to her traitorous body simply by watching Helen 
and the two men the previous evening, but that thought quickly faded as she 
took another sip of her drink. The liquid seemed to calm her mind, while her 
awakened young body was alive with sensations coursing through her flesh in 
licking flames of desire. Drake had pulled her so close against him now that 
she could hardly move. 

When he suddenly moved his hand to the top of her dress and boldly pushed 
under it and her brassiere to cup her naked breast, she didn't even want to 
move! Small pin-pricks of delicious feeling danced over her nerves to her 
nipples as he maddeningly rolled the hard little bud of one breast tip 
between thumb and forefinger. Her emotions ran away, and what fear she might 
have felt earlier was simply overpowered by an ever-increasing flood of 
passion. She hazily snuggled back against Drake's strong arm while her eyes 
remained fixed on the erotic movie. 

The girl in the film was possessed with a nakedly implacable lust as she 
writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The 
steadily increasing rhythm drew loud moans of pleasure from deep in her 
throat as her fingers sank into the tightly clasping cuntal opening, making 
loud wet sucking noises now as she withdrew them again. Her face was 
contorted with an animal lust as she strained furiously to reach a climax, 
her young mouth open and groaning in obvious frustration. She rolled her 
head from side to side, her hair flying like a thousand soft whips onto the 
pillow, and it was apparent she was becoming desperate for any kind of 
release. 

She pumped harder and faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her 
widespread pussy almost too fast to see as she tightly clenched and 
unclenched her buttocks as she strained up against her probing hands. Her 
groans became louder with each passing second, until her actions and voice 
seemed to blend into one mighty cry of passion. 

Then, impossibly, the girl froze, and the camera zoomed back to reveal the 
huge German shepherd leaping onto the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror 
as the dog stood menacingly between her outstretched legs, growling in 
warning. She started to move, to roll off the bed, but the dog's loud bark 
made her freeze once again. She remained immobilized with her fingers in her 
aroused young cunt and thighs spread and knees drawn up to her chest. She 
didn't dare move as the big canine hovered over her naked body, his great 
panting head hardly inches above her defenselessly upturned loins. 

Cathy was stunned by the sight of the dog on the bed, and she gripped 
Drake's arm, her nerves tingling with fright. She was totally engrossed by 
the actions on the screen, even to the point of identifying with the girl. 

"My God!" she gasped, her voice low and quaking. "What's going to happen'. ' 
The dog is so...." Her words trailed off as she felt a shudder run through 
her aroused body. 

"She knows well what the dog wants, and I think she would like it, too," 
Drake answered, his mouth close to the innocent secretary's ear. 

The helplessness of the girl in the film made Paul's young aunt feel 
vulnerable also, and she held tightly to her tall muscular host's arm for 
security. She was a bundle of erotically tingling nerves, fascinated by the 
thought of the dog raping the girl. She wanted to be repulsed and shocked, 
but curiosity and excitement dominated her mind. The evil fascination of 
seeing the impending ravishment gripped her body, and her tension made her 
spine stiffen. She gulped down several large mouthfuls of tier drink, which 
helped her to relax once more. Drake's hand on her naked breast felt good, a 
feeling that she didn't want to deny herself for the first time since she 
could remember. His lingers tweaking her nipple made tiny jolts of heated 
arousal jump along her nerve ends, and she squirmed her buttocks down harder 
against the pillow, forcing it to press deeper into her wetly seeping cuntal 
crevice. Her panties were soaked from her excitement, and she squeezed her 
thighs together to hold down the overpowering sensations of desire beginning 
to grow there. She was on dangerous ground in an unfamiliar situation, but 
she could not bring herself to deny the hotly demanding throbbing of her 
cunt. The smoothness of the pillow excited the overly sensitive pink lips of 
her vagina, and she felt tiny shocks pulsing in the bud of her clitoris. She 
bit into her lower lip to hold back the forbidden sensations that were 
heatedly pulsating up between her legs with greater urgency, as her 
attention was concentrated on the film. 

The huge German shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's tender, 
hair-covered loins, and lie began sniffing at its perfumed moistness. It was 
as though he had found a female bitch dog in heat! The girl showed mixed 
emotions as the cold nose made contact with her tiny puckered little anal 
lips, and then she tensed as his long red tongue snaked out, licking wetly 
up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing partly into the softly 
pulsating little anal ring. 

She tried to squirm away, wiggling her naked young body to move up the bed, 
but the dog raised his head and growled again before greedily resuming his 
lapping of the narrow pink pussy slit between the frightened girl's thighs. 
He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed anus 
up over the fluted pink edges of her moistly quivering cunt to the rigid 
little clitoris atop her pubic mound. His sharp tongue speared through the 
soft, hair-lined swelling like a hot poker slicing through soft, 
cunt-colored ice cream. It flicked relentlessly up between the girl's 
widespread satiny legs, stopping once to curl its wet way deep into her 
wantonly writhing young pussy mouth. 

Cathy wasn't sure if she should look at the film any longer, or turn away to 
help quiet the growing flames of passion in her own belly. She was excited 
by the gradual change coming over the abandonedly writhing young girl in the 
film whose frightened moans had changed to soft mews of involuntary 
pleasure. Then the chic attractive secretary heard different groans right 
alongside her, and she tore her eyes from the film long enough to glance in 
the direction from which it came. She was stunned, though not so much by 
what was happening, but because it was so blatantly open. 

Cynthia's voluptuous mother had both her long tapered legs spread wide, her 
dress up around her hips, and the hand of the man named I en was moving 
rapidly as his long thick fingers sawed in and out of her heatedly naked 
vagina. Helen, completely unconcerned with the people around her, was 
grinding her pelvis and buttocks off the large pillow in rhythm to the 
fingers fucking into her. Both she and the thick-set man had their hot 
passion-glazed eyes locked on the lascivious film projected on the screen. 
Cathy turned away, only now aware for the first time of the other couples in 
the surrounding darkness; though indistinct, it was apparent that they were 
all in lewd embraces by their writhing motion. The obscene film was 
affecting everyone, and a warning bell sounded in her brain as she realized 
that she, too, was about to succumb to the lewd urges heatedly pulsating 
through her body. But then a sound pulled her spinning mind back to the film 
away from all logical thought. 

Groaning like a wild animal, the girl reached out for the big dog's head 
and, kicking her legs back, she pulled his nose forward, down into her 
well-lubricated cuntal lips. The German shepherd's giant tongue thrust up 
the moist passageway like an attacking snake, ravishing her up-thrust loins 
without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and 
encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her wantonly writhing, fully 
rounded buttocks. He worked at her savagely, and the girl completely 
surrendered to the animal's relentless licking. 

The dog lifted his head from the moaning girl's loins to nose her over onto 
her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which had so 
mercilessly lapped at her moistly glistening pussy. She was enslaved by the 
huge beast panting over her, and she rolled over until her quivering young 
body was face down and spread-eagled on the bed. The dog lowered his head 
again, his sharp tongue slithering in the shadowy crevice between the 
half-moon cheeks of her wildly trembling buttocks. She twisted back toward 
him, reaching with her hands to spread the ivory globes and give full access 
to her tiny brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment, 
causing her to groan with an excitement that seemed to transcend the movie. 

Cathy, her eyes smoking with passion now, felt the aching hunger inside 
spreading from her abdomen all the way up to her desire-swollen breasts. 
Drake Allen's hand against her naked tits both thrilled and frightened her, 
and she labored, gasping for breath. She squirmed harder against the pillow 
now shaped into her burning loins as its hard ridge pressed more sensuously 
now up into the moistly heated lips of her vagina. She knew that she had to 
stop his caresses, to take his hand from beneath her dress, but she didn't 
have the strength to stop him. Her own hand would not obey her mind's 
commands: it lay limp and useless as she attempted to focus her eyes back to 
the screen. 

The German shepherd was now pushing his massive head between the girl's 
pelvis and the mattress, and his head lifted, raising the girl's firmly 
rounded white ass-cheeks into the air. What he wanted was obvious, and the 
girl obediently knelt, elevating her wide-spread buttocks, bending before 
the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to 
servile defeat, crushing her resistance with its vigorous and non-stop 
attack on her sensitive parts for interminable minutes. 

She was on all fours as the dog mounted the spread globes of her buttocks, 
his forelegs on her back. The wetly glistening, scarlet penis slipped from 
its huge furry sheath, dripping. The smoothly tapered joint slipped and 
danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal lurched and jerked, trying to 
bury his penis's tapered tip and the thick shaft into her body. 

The camera moved in closer as the young girl sobbed and looked back, 
shifting her gently rounded buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening 
staff. She was like a female bitch in heat as she strove to grasp the long, 
dripping canine cock in her fiery little cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid 
up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, which it attempted to enter. With a 
loud moan, the girl tensed and evaded the hot slippery prod in fright, but 
the dog determinedly returned to the attack. He thrust blindly, the thin 
point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, along the moistly softened 
hair-covered cuntal crevice to rub against her clitoris. The heated redness 
of his wildly jabbing penis contrasted with the fevered pink of the girl's 
passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused 
cockshaft rubbed between them. The dog growled out of frustration, and the 
girl reached back, trying to guide him to the heatedly impatient opening of 
her pussy. She grasped the slippery penis, placing the point of it against 
her pinkly glistening slit, and the dog thrust wildly, spreading it wider 
and wider apart. 

Suddenly his cock was in! The German shepherd jerked forward rapidly to bury 
his huge penis up into the deliriously squirming young girl's cunt. His 
scarlet shaft slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the 
hilt, his sperm-laden balls swinging below her moist pubic hair. The girl 
cried a sigh of relief as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet 
the urgent thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her narrow 
waist, she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks around in tiny 
lewd circles, and abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was 
receiving from behind. The girl twisted her head to look back toward the 
camera, and it was clear what effect the fucking was having on her. Her face 
was contorted in rapture from the screwing the dog was giving her, and her 
large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in 
time to the skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a 
relentless hot poker of glistening animal cock-flesh, burying itself far up 
into her wildly welcoming belly. 

Abruptly, Cathy could feel the intolerable warmth of the room, the heat of 
the other couples compounding her own excitement, as beads of sweat formed 
on her forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body containing a 
raging fire that needed extinguishing. She bit down on her lip in an attempt 
to keep back a vocal groan of frustration, but Drake's hand worked with 
increased intensity over the hardened tip of her breast. 

She needed more of her drink, that would help her forget what she so 
desperately wanted to do. Helen was squirming under the vigorous 
finger-fucking Len was giving her, so why not she? She could feel the heated 
wetness between her own thighs increasing, and she was sure Drake could feel 
the pounding of her heart through her breast. But her mind wouldn't permit 
decision, or for that matter, understanding of her needs. 

In the movie that seemed so real, the girl's body was swaying obscenely out 
of control as she knelt before the rhythmically humping German shepherd. She 
had gone completely out of her mind shouting lewd encouragements through 
tightly clenched teeth to the dumb beast. She was begging him to fuck her 
harder and faster, grinding her buttocks back as she pleaded for his hot 
animal sperm to splash out deeply up in her hungrily clasping little cunt. 
She was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged 
flesh that begged to be fucked. She was reveling in humiliation by being 
used as a bitch by the big panting dog, and she ground her buttocks back 
against the hairy body like another animal. Tiny rivulets of moisture were 
building in the crevice of the girl's wildly rotating buttocks, and the 
camera moved in even closer to show the glistening drops running slowly down 
the girl's sleek inner thighs. 

Paul's aunt realized that her tall hard-muscled host was becoming more 
restless, and she was sure that he noticed her wiggling her buttocks into 
the pillow beneath her. It was next to impossible to hide the frustration 
she felt, as her belly was like a raging and uncontrolled fire that burned 
with terrible insistence. His hand was kneading her breast more vigorously, 
and her nipples throbbed with guilty pleasure. She remembered Helen, so 
close that Cynthia's mother might easily observe what Drake was doing with 
his hand, and for the first time in her memory, she didn't want her friend 
to think her a prude. Yet, knowing that she was being watched could destroy 
the feelings in her body, and she glanced back to be sure Helen was busy 
with her own needs. The sight that tilled her vision was far more erotic 
than anything the shapely secretary had seen on the motion picture screen. 

The raven-haired beauty was bobbing up and down over Len's loins, her full 
red lips clasped tightly in a wet oval around his long hard penis which 
stood up rigidly throbbing through the open zipper of his fly. His fingers 
were fucking furiously in and out of her wetly clasping vagina, and Cathy 
was again reminded of the scene she'd witnessed in the oak forest the 
previous night ... only now they knew she was there and she was close enough 
to reach out her hands and touch them! 

Cathy was stunned, turning her head around quickly to avoid staring at the 
lewdly exciting oral coupling. It was something she hadn't expected, at 
least not right there in front of everyone else. What was to prevent 
everyone at the party from watching them? But then, they were all watching a 
film that seemed all too real, Cathy remembered. And the sounds coming from 
next to her were like those in the film, wet sucking noises punctuated 
intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally depraved pleasure. She 
could hear other sounds coming now from around the room too, as other 
couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl in the movie, locked 
themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. Paul's innocent 
young aunt burrowed her head into the middle-aged host's shoulder in hopes 
that it would keep the sounds away, but it was useless. The images and 
sounds of sexual stimulation were everywhere, and she was nearly beyond the 
point of resisting it herself. 

Drake had moved even closer to her when she had moved her head against his 
shoulder, and she tensed as she felt his free hand working its way under her 
ass-cheeks. He was pressing toward her feverishly trembling vagina, there 
was little doubt about that, and she could feel the warm wetness of her own 
damp excitement on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down 
harder against the protective pillow. As his fingers worked more insistently 
beneath her dress, her thought of pleasure and satisfaction rationalized 
away the danger. He couldn't, without forcing her, get beneath her dress, 
but the tingling excitement in her heatedly aroused young body tempted her 
to relax her tightly clenched thighs. His hand was pushing at the hem of her 
dress, pulling the material up from beneath, and she didn't want to say 
anything to stop him, excusing herself by believing she would be heard by 
everyone in the room. She moved her hand down to grab his wrist, but she 
could barely close her fingers around it, not to consider stopping him. She 
kept her eyes on the movie, and she reasoned that her hand's presence on his 
wrist was enough to soothe her conscience. And slowly, inch by inch, his 
hand worked her dress up, moving toward the passion-drenched crotch band of 
her panties. There was nothing she could do without creating a scene, she 
reasoned, so Cathy resigned herself, almost with relief to Drake's 
relentless probing of her secret most part. 

The light brown-haired secretary squirmed as his middle finger began a 
gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her dress moistly into her 
hungrily throbbing crevice from beneath. A gush of shame washed through her 
as the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcame her desire to resist. His 
hand under her buttocks became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to 
its probing, while .his other hand was moving faster, his fingernail gently 
teasing her inner thigh, in a silent, urgent request to raise up slightly. 
She did, and without warning, her dress was lifted away from her buttocks, 
although it was not apparent from above. She gasped out loud as she realized 
there was no more dress between his hand and her buttocks. Now Drake's hand 
boldly covered all of the wet band of her little white panties snaking under 
the elastic leg band, and worming slowly up into the moist swallowing walls 
of her open young pussy. 

My God! He's fingering me he's fingering me. . . and I'm, I'm enjoying it! 
She wiggled against his probing finger, holding her breath for fear some 
tell-tale sound might escape her lips. 

Her whole torso silently quivered until her impaled young vagina became 
accustomed to the invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of its 
tender walls. She knew she was shamelessly aroused, more than she had been 
the night before ... more than at anytime in her life. She could feel her 
warm moisture covering the open palm of his hand beneath her buttocks as his 
outstretched finger wetly slid, in and out of her heatedly quaking loins. 
His finger moved in maddening circles inside her, expanding the tight little 
cuntal opening with each teasing rotation. The love-starved young aunt was 
almost out of her mind with lust. She didn't think she could stand his 
teasing of her up between her legs another moment, and she was ready to 
crawl up the walls in order to quench the fire raging inside her 
uncontrollably contracting cunt. The sight of the girl's face in the movie 
being buffeted down into the bed by the German shepherd dog, combined with 
Drake Allen's middle finger squirming around without mercy up into her own 
hopelessly aroused cunt, were just too much. 

The girl in the movie was twisting her head from side to side, her long 
blonde hair churning on the mattress, when she suddenly stiffened and let 
out a low, throaty groan. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm, and 
she screwed her buttocks greedily back against the dog like a wanton bitch 
gone wild. The giant animal's tongue hung out as he frantically fucked into 
the waving buttocks from behind; and saliva dripped from his open mouth onto 
the perspiration on her back. She groaned out loud again and rammed back 
against the dog just as he jerked forward, and his cock began spitting his 
heated animal sperm in great bursts deep up into her wetly clasping, 
contracting pussy. The girl's rounded little buttocks began to clench and 
unclench, signaling out her own orgasm deep in her quivering belly. Thick 
white liquid oozed from her tight cunt which was squeezing the wildly 
ejaculating cock of the dog, and thin trails of the sticky white fluid ran 
down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her firm young ass-cheeks glistened in 
the finely focused image on the screen, displaying cum-matted pubic hairs 
and flooded pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward on her face, seemingly 
unconscious. 

The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled passage-way 
with a lewd, wet sucking sound that echoed from the sound track. The girl 
was spread out on the bed, and the dog stood wagging his tail in obvious 
appreciation. In a final act of total depravity as the film image began 
fading out. the German shepherd dropped his head to her widespread loins and 
licked at the warm white liquid as it seeped slowly out from her still 
visibly pulsating young cunt. Then as the screen image faded, the dog 
contentedly lay down between her open legs, his long nose nuzzled gently 
into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis. There were numbers and the screen 
went white for a moment. 

Someone turned the projector off and started the music again, but Cathy was 
hardly aware that it was finished. Her body had become a slave of Drake's 
pleasure-giving middle finger fucking up into her hotly pulsating vagina, 
and the image of the girl's frantic climax still lingered in her mind. It 
had completely overwhelmed her as she, too, was insanely hungry for a hard 
male penis. She ignored the fact that Drake was shifting down beside her. 
his hand releasing her passion-swollen breast. Instead, she thought about 
Helen Rand, and she looked back again, her senses dulled to any shock. 

The glamorous, older woman was on her knees now and lifting her dress up 
over her nakedly voluptuous hips, and Cathy casually wondered just exactly 
what she was doing. Len was lying flat on his back as Cynthia's mother 
straddled him, her knees placed on either side of his hips, and Cathy saw 
his thick, eagerly throbbing flesh pole protruding rigidly up in the air. 
Young Cynthia's mother hovered over him. the full white roundness of her 
buttocks poised directly over his long hard cock, and she reached beneath 
her ass-cheeks to tightly grasp his thick length of hardness and guide it up 
between her widespread thighs. 

Paul's innocent young aunt trembled as she saw the huge bulbous purple head 
make contact with the moistly glistening cunt. The raven-haired woman moved 
the lust-swollen cock tip back and forth in her hair-lined slit several 
times, parting the wetly quivering pussy lips until the shaft was positioned 
against the gaping opening to her womb. Then, with a loud groan, Cynthia's 
young mother ground her firm white buttocks down hard on the rigidly thick 
penis. 

Aroused by the sensual sight, Cathy's eyes were wide as she watched Len's 
long, blood-filled cock slide slowly up into the moistly clasping lips of 
her Helen Rand's cunt and she heard the wet sluicing noise it made as it 
entered. Helen rode down on the rock-hard throbbing rod, taking it inside 
her belly until all Cathy could see was the thick base of his cock 
protruding from the tightly stretched cunt lips surrounding it. 

Cathy reminded herself that this was real, not the film she'd been watching, 
and they were but a few feet away. It was even clearer than when she had 
seen Helen and Len and Dan the night before. Now Helen began a slow grinding 
up and down, her buttocks rising in the air above Len until just the tip of 
his stiff throbbing cock was caught inside the warmly enclosing sheath of 
her pussy. Then, groaning loudly each time she made the descent, she plunged 
heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long wetly 
resounding stroke. 

Again Cathy felt the strangely faint twittering up between her thighs, just 
as she had become excited the previous night, only this time things were 
vastly different. Now she, too, was with a man, and instead of experiencing 
revulsion and fear, she was finding that she couldn't deny herself the 
fulfillment she so desperately needed. 

She looked away from Helen and Len, shifting her gaze back to Drake, and she 
was glad that he had moved down along her trembling body, his hands working 
at her white, flimsy little nylon panties. She closed her eyes, looking 
within herself for the reasons to resist her overwhelmingly powerful urges, 
but all she could do was to listen in on the soft moans and wet sucking 
noises of intercourse going on all over the darkened room. And the sounds 
served to magnify the obscene images that filled her mind. 

Moving as though guided by an outside force, the attractive brown-haired 
secretary raised her gently trembling young ass-cheeks from the pillow as 
the tall middle-aged man pulled her panties down over her long beautifully 
tapered legs. A moment later, her panties were gone. He pushed her legs 
back, jack-knifing them so that the naked plain of her vagina was completely 
open to his gaze. She didn't make any move to stop him as he bunched her 
dress up around her waist, out of the way, but she somehow felt less of her 
nakedness because of it. She knew that she was open and clearly visible to 
many of the others in the room, but she also knew that they were far too 
busy to pay any attention to her and Drake Allen. And at that moment she 
didn't think she'd care who was watching her anyway. 

Her body was like a prison to a violent stream of emotions, and all that 
mattered was to have them all released, to burst out of her in the ultimate 
pleasure. Feeling the wet warmth of soft lips making contact with her lower 
belly, Cathy opened her eyes to see the top of Drake's head as his tongue 
was slowly teasing down over her pubic mound. Immediately she was reminded 
of Len's licking of Helen's cunt, and in spite of the upheaval in her belly, 
she knew she should stop Drake from going any further. 

"Nooooo!" she half moaned, half whispered. She didn't want anyone but Drake 
to hear her plea for mercy, so there was no insistence or volume in her 
voice, and he appeared not to hear her. She tried to clench her wildly 
trembling thighs together, expecting that such an action would cause him to 
quit his humiliating assault on her body. 

Feeling the tenseness of her thighs, the blonde host merely locked his arms 
between them, and his strength was all that was necessary to hold her in an 
open, spread-eagle position. Then, moving quickly, he dropped his lips to 
her damp loins, spreading the soft brown pubic hairs with his thumbs and 
flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering slit of her tight 
little cunt. 

Cathy tried to lurch back from the sudden electrifying contact of his hotly 
quivering tongue with the quaking bud of her clitoris, but she was held down 
against the pillow. Her legs were spread wide apart by his sweating palms 
pressing against the soft insides of her widespread thighs. It was hopeless 
to struggle, and she stared helplessly down between her up-thrust breasts, 
seeing him hunched on all fours like a beast of prey making ready to devour 
its victim. The warmly pink flesh of her heated vagina was presented up to 
his eagerly smiling face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on the 
pillow, her shame and humiliation complete as she saw his extended tongue, a 
stranger's tongue, slowly and maddeningly circling around the edges of her 
wide-splayed vaginal lips. She was ashamed of her body's betrayal of her 
mind, and she tried vainly to keep from losing complete control, all the 
time loving the wildly erotic sensations that poured over her nerves. 

Raising his head for a moment, Drake looked hungrily down at the narrow, 
wetly curving slit, the thin pink lips of pussy flesh open to his gaze. He 
didn't seem the same man Cathy had met so few minutes earlier, as he stared 
greedily, savoring his prize. Then, with an animal-like groan, he dropped 
his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue up into the 
warmly throbbing walls of her cunt. 

Cathy choked back a soul-baring moan attempting to escape from deep in her 
throat. Her buttocks sank down into the pillow as she tried desperately to 
resist the maddening assault on her secret genitals. She could only whimper 
before his depraved attack and, raising her head up, stare in horrified 
disbelief as she was actually letting a virtual stranger greedily feast 
between her legs below. It couldn't be true, she told herself over and over 
as she flailed her head from side to side as his tongue began heatedly 
spearing in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her love-starved 
cunt. The sensations of forbidden pleasure began to ripple and churn deep 
down in her trembling belly and although her arms lay tensed at her sides, 
the young aunt began a slow, sensuous undulation of her body. She was 
becoming an object to be played with in any way her host desired, and the 
thought again made her try and stop the demanding throbs in her belly. He 
was defiling her as she never before believed possible; humiliating her in 
this public orgy beyond her wildest imagination ... and there was nothing 
she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation without so much 
as a scream of protest. She knew there was no one to help her now, but most 
horrible of all ... she was beyond helping herself. What she was feeling was 
too exquisite, too wonderfully wicked ... too good! 

Cathy was reminded of the girl in the film, the way she twisted seductively 
on the bed when the dog licked at her helplessly cringing pussy. It was the 
same for her, as she couldn't stop the delicious sensations that Drake's 
probing tongue brought her, and it's wet length seemed to stretch up into 
the furthest reaches of her cuntal passage, teasing the heatedly seeping 
walls of her womb like a wonderful weapon of lust. She had never been so 
aroused in her life, and in the back of her mind she was remembering the 
time she was sixteen, when she had been raped by that older man. She 
wondered if she was entitled to the pleasure she was having. She had almost 
enjoyed it then, it was true, but her feelings of guilt had prevented her 
from ever experiencing it again. My God, it's been eight years! Why have I 
feared such wonderful pleasure for so many years? 

Fully aware of the declining resistance from Cathy, the muscular blonde host 
forced her knees back up to her breasts, nakedly exposing the whole of her 
heated loins to his oral assault. Driving his tongue in quick stabbing 
motions up the warmly clasping passage, he worked with greater speed to 
bring her to total submission. He had been skeptical when Helen Rand phoned 
earlier, telling him about Cathy, but now that he was tasting her wild young 
pussy and experiencing her wantonness, he was glad to be the one chosen to 
loosen her up. She had the potential of being a fantastic fuck, and he was 
determined to bring it out of her. 

A low, quiet groan of hunger and submission seemed to bubble from deep in 
her chest; that was what Drake was waiting to hear, and lifting his tongue 
from her tortured young cunt, he grinned with self-assurance. She was almost 
there, he was certain, but as if to put the final seal on her subjugation, 
he flicked his tongue into the tightly puckered little hole of her anus, 
nestled secretly below the moistly hungering vaginal opening. 

Feeling the wet, searing assault on her tiny anus, Cathy moaned loudly and 
clenched her eyes shut. Her lips were tightly bared back over her teeth from 
the torturing sensation his wetly slicing tongue sent racing through her 
body. Tiny goose-bumps ran across her tautly rippling belly and all the way 
up to her rapidly heaving breasts as a further moist flick struck out at the 
tight fleshy little anal ring. She was helpless before his depraved attack, 
and her body began to finally desert her. Her buttocks jerked back 
involuntarily at the darting tongue that sent uncontrolled spasms of 
delicious pleasure coursing through her raw nerves. 

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh!" Paul's young aunt groaned loudly again as the cruel 
realization of her total submission hit her with its full impact. She fought 
with her mind for control that wouldn't come, as the tiny licking sparks 
began to burst into uncontrollable flames, devouring her in final 
helplessness. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and 
began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands 
curled down into his blonde hair and pulled his face hard against her 
quivering love-starved loins. All that mattered now were the delicious 
shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny prickling needles of 
fire. 

She was completely his, Drake was certain of that, and warming his tongue up 
into her tightly clasping cunt once more, he moved his hands to his belt to 
lower his pants. His cock was aching from the confinement, and he worked 
quickly, taking his underpants down in the same motion. His throbbingly 
erect penis sprung out from his pelvis, the freedom making his blood flow 
faster in the long hardness. He could imagine how her tightly squeezing 
little cunt would feel locked around his cock, as it had even felt tight 
around his tongue, and he was determined to make this fuck one she would 
never forget for the rest of her life. 

Raising her face up from her saliva-soaked loins, he grabbed her legs with 
both hands, and twisting cruelly, rolled her onto her stomach. Cathy was so 
caught up in the tongue lashing she was receiving up between her thighs, she 
didn't resist or protest her being forced into such a debasing position. 
Instead she was immediately reminded of the girl in the film being fucked 
from behind by the German shepherd. She didn't fight when he pulled her hips 
up, bringing her into the kneeling position so that her smooth, white 
rounded buttocks were lewdly open to anything he might desire. Her face was 
pressed into the pillow, but she twisted her head to one side and saw the 
sensual fucking of Len and Helen a few feet from her face. 

Hden was grinding her buttocks up and down in such wild abandon that Cathy 
was sure she was nearing orgasm, and the excitement of witnessing such an 
act made her own wanton needs even more demanding than before. At that 
moment, Drake bent down behind her and flicked his tongue once again at her 
wetly puckered anus. 

"Ooohhh, God!" she moaned loudly as the tantalizing licking invaded her 
inner thighs, teasing at her like some demon of flesh. She quivered back 
against it, screwing her buttocks in eager little circles around and around 
to feel its extraordinary rape of her helplessly exposed loins. There was 
nothing in the world like this wonderful tongue fucking she was getting! She 
had never known it before; it was different, it was wicked, it consumed the 
whole of her being, and there was nothing else in the entire universe now 
but the lashing tongue licking at her from behind. Wild thoughts of the dog 
in the movie rati through her mind, thoughts of his great slobbering tongue 
slithering over the defenseless genitals of the nakedly squirming young 
girl. She knew what it was like now, and wildly she reveled in its lewdly 
tingling joy until she felt suddenly as though her entire body was ready to 
explode into a thousand tiny pieces. 

Drake stopped, timing his moment, and he ran his tongue wetly up the crevice 
between her ass cheeks and over her back until his progress was halted by 
the bunched material of her dress around her narrow waist. He crawled up 
between her widespread thighs, pinning them apart with his knees, and he 
pressed his massively throbbing penis forward, teasing against the moist 
softness of her feverishly trembling pussy. 

For a fleeting second Cathy felt fear when the blunt head pressed against 
her naked loins. It was huge, bigger than she thought possible, and she was 
sure it would split her apart. He thrust at her, almost frantic in his 
efforts to find the opening to her hotly waiting belly, and her fear was 
momentarily conquered by the fire raging deep inside her and the lewdly 
exciting sight of Cynthia's mother being fucked half to death next to her. 
Helen was grinding her buttocks down on his wetly glistening shaft with wild 
abandon, the great pole of flesh rapidly disappearing and reappearing as she 
frantically bounced up and down over his groin. The attractive, brown-haired 
secretary wanted a cock fucking into her belly, too, and she wantonly arched 
her naked buttocks up in the air to give herself up to the party host's 
probing demands. 

"Reach back and put it in ... Put it in!" Drake panted. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly, but she reached back between her legs, 
wrapping her hand hesitantly around the thick, desire-heated cock in spite 
of her fear of its size. She could feel the blood pounding rapidly through 
the long, fleshy penis, and fear again welled as she perceived the true 
enormity of the giant phallus. 

"Do it ... Dammit, put it in now!" he commanded again, and he pressed his 
fingers into the flesh of her inner thighs, forcing them wider apart. 

"Oooooohhhhh!" she groaned from the pain of her flesh being squeezed, and in 
desperation she guided the hard, massively throbbing shaft into the 
passion-drenched hole of her all too eager little cunt mouth. She moved the 
thick head back and forth to part her warmly moistened vaginal lips, and 
when his cock impatiently pushed against her lust hardened clitoris, she 
felt a thrilling shock of further pleasure coursing through her body. 
Sliding the fleshy head back slowly, she savored the impression; it was the 
last excitement she expected to feel before his thick cock split her almost 
unused young pussy in half. 

Feeling the heat of her softly quivering flesh against his aching cock, 
Drake thought he might splash out his cum right there on her naked young 
buttocks even before he had a chance to get it into her. Flicking his hips 
forward, he wormed his huge, lust-swollen cock-head up into the tight, 
hair-fringed little passage ... and, slowly, it sank up into the hotly 
cringing warmth of her cuntal walls. 

"Oooohhhh!" Cathy groaned for mercy and pressed her now tear-streaked face 
hard down into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the volume of her cry. She 
attempted to lurch away from the slow, inexorable impalement, but he held 
her hips tightly with both hands, preventing any escape from the huge, 
momentarily painful entry. 

Pushing forward again up between her open thighs, Drake Allen, drove the 
throbbing length of his massive penis another inch up inside her tightly 
resisting young pussy, noting as he did so that the tiniest move elicited a 
moan of protest from deep in her throat. He slowly continued the brutal 
impalement of her helplessly kneeling body, his hotly throbbing hardness 
anxious to be totally ensheathed in the warm velvety walls of her cunt. Inch 
by inch he wormed his penis up into her, slowly filling her heatedly 
pulsating passage with the desire-swollen heaviness of his cock. Her 
upraised ass cheeks clenched tightly together as the muscles in her passage 
resisted the steady penetration, but the warmly flowering lips of her pussy 
were sexually moistened to receive him. It was as though her vagina was 
willingly swallowing him up inside, and his cock swelled even larger in the 
tightness of her involuntarily clasping tunnel of lust. 

Cathy felt as if she was being stretched to the bursting point back there 
and she could clearly feel every wrinkle and ridge of his thick 
blood-pounding penis through the sensitized walls of her cock-filled vagina. 
His relentless penetration seemed to go on and on, then still for a moment. 
She was sure he was all the way in as far as he could go! After a second he 
flexed his long, hard cock, and then without any warning, lurched another 
three inches up into her searing belly. 

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" The presence of other people in the room was no longer 
occupying her thoughts as she shrieked more from surprise than pain. She now 
realized that her whole belly was completely filled with his cock, and it 
was even more surprising that she was rapidly adjusting to it. Her initial 
groans of misery changed rapidly to cries of burning need as she felt the 
bushiness of his pubic hair pressing hard up against the backs of her 
upraised thighs and his heavy, sperm-laden testicles brushing sensually down 
against her clitoris below. Then Drake, with a final throb of his cock, 
drove an infinitesimal degree further up into her cock-stiffed depths, his 
balls swinging forward this time to slap noisily up between her open thighs. 
The painfully stretched young woman was stunned by the blunt head' of his 
heatedly pulsating penis as it smashed hard up against her cervix. "Oooooh 
God!" she had taken more cock up into her belly than she thought humanly 
possible. "Oooohhhhh!" Her moan of pleasure pain was a long-awaited signal 
for Drake, and he immediately withdrew his lust-hardened shaft out of the 
wet, fleshy tunnel, slipping it back out so far that only the very tip 
remained up inside the soft curl-fringed lips. He held it there for a 
moment, waiting for the subserviently kneeling woman to surrender and grind 
her buttocks back for it, and when she did, he fucked deep up into her open 
belly again. This time his penetration was smooth and quick; the thick, 
rubbery head of his cock easily parted the tightly grasping walls of her 
cunt, as it plowed up into her until his groin once again smacked hard 
against her upturned buttocks. She whimpered a cry half of pleasure, half of 
pain, but at that point he was only concerned with fucking the hot little 
bitch into total submission. 

Drake began screwing in and out, taking long, hard strokes that pounded deep 
inside her tightly quivering cunt, striking her cervix again and again. He 
stared down at her kneeling, bent over form, her firm white young buttocks 
wantonly wiggling back to his driving rhythm, her smooth back sloping down 
to the loosely scattered brown hair of her uncontrollably flailing head. The 
sight of her voluptuously sensual body bent to his will made his balls stir 
with boiling passion, and they begged him to fuck her quickly so to release 
the intolerable pressure of his heated sperm deep up inside her waiting 
belly. 

"Uuuuugghhh ... Uuuuggghhh ... Uuuggghhh!" She chanted into the pillow in 
time to his long hard thrusts, feeling every inch of his large powerful 
pulsating cock as it slid smoothly up her warmly clasping passage to hit 
bottom. And then, like a bouncing ball, suddenly it would return to the 
beginning of her hungrily nibbling little cuntal mouth. She fucked back, 
raising her young buttocks up to each of his downward strokes, eagerly 
spreading her thighs wider apart to take him as deep as possible. There was 
nothing left but the pleasure-giving cock in her fiery cunt. There was no 
longer any morals or shame, no longer fear of men, but instead there was the 
ultimate pleasure of being fucked and fucked and fucked ... and of fucking 
back well in return. 

"Oooohhh, God! Fuck me, oohh ... fuck me..." Cathy screeched as her sexual 
frenzy took complete control of her thoughts. Her eyes now were glazed over 
with an implacable lust, and as she stared at the entwined and fucking 
bodies next to her, their driving frenzy only added to the lewdly sensual 
pleasure of her own fucking. Len's cock was glistening with a white shining 
liquid that was continually smoothed over by the tight flanges of Helen's 
pink cunt as she rode up and down on the fleshy pole. Helen's head was 
thrown back, and she wailed as her orgasm consumed her very being. 

"Ooooohhhh ... Fuck me ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she groaned, echoing 
Cathy's earlier obscenity. Helen's writhing, groaning climax seemed to make 
Drake Allen's long hard cock grow even bigger, and Cathy arched her wantonly 
writhing buttocks up to take him deep inside her quaking belly. She was 
experiencing a passion she never before realized possible, and it 
overpowered her completely. She was witnessing an erotic sexual climax while 
at the same moment being fucked into a glorious insensibility. Not even in 
her imagination had it been so good! 

Each downward stroke of Drake's hotly sizzling penis was like a thousand 
different singular pleasures to the kneeling Cathy and his sperm-filled 
balls slapped hard and noisily up between her thighs, swinging forward to 
smack against her lust hardened clitoris again and again, as he fucked into 
her dog fashion. There was never such pleasure, such pure luxuriousness of 
sensual delight, and she loved it ... loved it! 

Her voluptuous young body was tingling from head to toe, and she now felt 
confined and restricted by her clothes, wanting to be free of them. She 
reached back to loosen the top of her dress, and twisting erotically all the 
while, she pulled the material up over her head, throwing it away like 
useless junk. She did the same with her brassiere, letting her firmly 
swaying breasts dance and flutter from the impact of Drake's hard-driving 
cock. And the moment she was finally naked, she felt his hands moving down 
over her back, reaching under her breasts to squeeze them and tweak the 
nipples between his fingers. She was all consumed by the sheer lewdity of 
her subservient kneeling position, and she rolled forward on her forehead to 
look back beneath her nakedly writhing body to see her hotly quivering cunt 
being split asunder by the hardness of his jerking rod of flesh. His long 
cock pulled out until only the very tip of him remained inside her body, 
then it would smoothly drive back down, the hair-lined lips of her cunt 
eagerly clasping it until the white shaft of flesh completely filled her 
warm, hungry passage. His pubic hair was pushing into the crevice of her 
buttocks with each hard thrust of his groin, and she felt a tingling that 
reminded her of the dog licking the girl's anus in the movie. 

Running his hands over her ripely dangling breasts, over her trembling belly 
to her tensed thighs, the tall muscular host sensed building spasms growing 
within the kneeling girl. He held Cathy tightly, pulling her smoothly curved 
buttocks back hard to his heavily hammering groin, and then pushing her away 
again as he fucked rhythmically up into her hot little cunt. He wanted to 
make her scream from the pounding of his rigidly pistoning cock, to make her 
beg him to pump his hot, white cum deep inside her belly until he was sucked 
completely dry. Her eagerly vibrating pussy was alive with passion, warmly 
clasping around his throbbing cock-staff, the slick walls squeezing every 
part of his cock like a heated, massaging wave of fire. She was wonderfully 
tight, and he fought off the growing sensation in the head of his thundering 
cock, not wanting to cum until she had let out a long mournful groan and 
collapsed in her own orgasm. 

"Oooohhh ... Aaaaaggghhh ... Ooooohhh!" she moaned as his long hard penis 
drove up her flaming passage unmercifully. Cathy gasped "for breath as her 
face was pushed again and again into the softness of the-pillow beneath her 
by this terrible lunging force. The hardened nipples on the tips of her 
large breasts brushed thrillingly across the slick fabric of the pillow, 
adding to the sizzling excitation already pouring through her passion-filled 
body. 

With eyes fixed on the smoothly rounded moons of her buttocks, Drake 
suddenly released his grip on her hips to tease his fingers into the narrow 
dividing crevice; he spread smooth, white ass cheeks wide apart, exposing 
the brownish-pink hole of her anus to his view. It seemed to be gasping and 
sucking at his groin as he rammed hard against it. He eased back a little, 
placing his outstretched middle finger against the tiny puckered opening, 
and then he twisted his hand, worming his middle linger into the tight, 
rubbery flesh. 

"Uuuugghhhh!" she snorted, "Yes ... Yes! Use your finger in my ass-hole!" 
She raised her buttocks up-to the salaciously teasing, finger, trying to 
screw it down inside her hot rectal passage. Her tightly restricting anus 
popped open to let the thick rampaging finger enter, and initially she felt 
nothing but pain, though still she masochistically urged him on. He 
accommodated her lust by shoving it deep up into her rectum, and as she 
became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, she eagerly pleaded for more. 

"Oooohhh, yes yes yes!" She grunted as she tried to take the turning, 
twisting finger to the hilt, shoving back against it while at the same time 
absorbing more of his hard, jerking cock deep inside her wildly pulsating 
cunt. He plunged his finger down hard in the hot rubbery passage until he 
could shove it no further, and she groaned out her ecstasy of pleasure-pain. 

"Uuuugghhhh ... Oooohhhh!" 

The kneeling woman's gasps were a signal to Drake, and he felt the walls of 
her slickly quivering cunt begin to seep with the warmth of her impending 
orgasm. Shoving forward with all his strength, he drove his cock and finger 
as deep as possible into the tightly clasping twin passages, working 
furiously as she gyrated wildly toward rapturous heights. Cathy screwed her 
loins back against his hammering cock and finger like a wanton bitch in 
heat, and she jerked and bucked in complete abandonment up and down on the 
now battered pillow. 

"Oooohh, God! ... I'm ... God ... Going to ... Now! 
I'mmmcccuummmiinnnngggg!" 

Her kneeling, convulsing body was maddeningly sensual now, her hotly 
quivering cunt sucking feverishly on his pistoning cock, while even her anus 
expanded and clenched greedily at his finger all the way up to the palm of 
his hand. She was wilder than any woman he'd ever had, and he fucked into 
her with the growing satisfaction of knowing she was about to cum ... to 
explode in a wild sexual climax, the--likes of which she had never known. 

Paul's aunt pushed her lewdly writhing buttocks back hard against his groin 
as she felt the overwhelming joy of her surging orgasm spilling out from 
deep within her heated womb. The hard, jerking cock in her contracting cunt 
seemed to grow larger still, and she bucked back against it, thrilling in 
her first orgasm brought by a male ... a climax that released the sexual 
energies damned up inside her for so many wasted years. Hotly perfumed 
lubricant oozed out her clasping and squeezing cunt as her belly rippled and 
jerked again and again with mind-blowing pleasure. 

And Drake Allen could hold back no longer. His hot white sperm exploded from 
his balls in great surging waves, and as it traveled up the route of his 
long hard cock, he felt a frenzy of extraordinary sensation. He was lost in 
the incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of 
hotly heavy cum shot from the lust-swollen tip of his deeply buried cock. 

"Oooooohhhhh!" Cathy moaned as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her 
flooded cunt like a series of stabbing fiery explosions. The impact was more 
powerfully erotic than anything she had yet felt, and she bucked back 
insanely against the wildly spewing penis as her own orgasm deepened and 
expanded. His hot cum fired again and again, filling her belly to the 
bursting point, and the slickly heated walls of her cunt were clasping and 
unclasping around the rigid staff, milking it of all the fluid it contained. 

Their mutual climax seemed to last forever as they rammed and bounced over 
the pillow together, Cathy's scream of joy echoing crazily, wildly around 
the darkened room. Her heels kicked up, as if she was spurring him on for 
more, but finally his deflating penis pulled noisily from her cum-filled 
cunt while his finger popped moistly out from her salaciously clasping anus. 
She fell forward onto her stomach. then rolled over onto her back, her head 
swimming from her sexual awakening. It was as if her body had finally been 
freed from its long bondage, her self-imposed, almost masochistic, chastity 
now a thing of the past to be forgotten. 

Her true character was bared: she was a sexual animal, and a complete woman! 
Looking around through the narrow, hazy slits of her lust-dazed eyes, she 
saw that other people were naked, some fucking, some moving around the room. 
One of them, holding a long, fully erect penis, was moving toward her. It 
was Len, and his cock was still wet with his and Helen's orgasm... 

"I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, baby!" Len said casually. "I 
want you to suck me ... Do you hear?" 

Cathy stared at his throbbing, cum-slickened cock as he knelt down beside 
her. Try as she might, she was unable to feel the disgust she would have 
felt an hour before. Only for a moment did she hesitate, torn between the 
hot desire that still scorched her awakened body and the quick twinge of 
shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused thoughts. But 
nothing else mattered now except the uncontrolled and raging lust in her 
pulsating belly. And, after all, it would bring him pleasure. 

She did as he asked, closing her wetly ovaled young mouth around the slickly 
jerking penis, licking the warm, pungent juices of his and Helen's orgasm 
that still clung to it. She sucked on it, taking it deep in her virgin 
throat, feeling a new and different excitement from her sexual arousal as 
she felt it heatedly throbbing against the roof of her mouth. It was good, 
better than she would ever have believed. And she wanted him to cum in her 
throat; to drink down his life-giving sperm into her lusting belly, and have 
its magic fire ignite further encouragements of lewd and debasing acts. She 
was ready for anything now, and as she sucked in and gulped down like a 
hungry whore, the hotly spewing male-semen that exploded into her mouth, she 
was wondering what would be next. Had she been consciously aware of what lay 
ahead, she might have been shamed, but a wanton sexual hunger had taken over 
her mind and body, and she truly was ready for anything and everything!! ! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Len fell back on the pillow, momentarily exhausted from all the sexual 
activity, but he stared in awe at the light brown-haired girl, Cathy, as she 
greedily licked away the last drops of semen from his slowly deflating cock. 
Quite a transformation had taken place, as she wasn't at all like the woman 
had described when calling that afternoon. Helen knew how to pick them all 
right. The sexual potential had been there, and they had all succeeded in 
bringing it out. Cathy was wild and wanton and wonderfully sexy. And the way 
she had just so eagerly sucked his cock, made him know that he'd want her 
again. Without question, she would be more than willing. 

The taste of hot sperm in her mouth was like an appetizer, and when Len's 
limp cock pulled from her mouth, Paul's young aunt felt the wild hunger of 
sexual desire burning in her even hotter than before. The licentious 
pulsating sensations in her belly were becoming more demanding by the 
second, and she raised up, looking around the darkened room. There seemed to 
be fewer people, but from what she could make out, most if not all were 
engaged in sexual activities. 

No longer self-conscious, she stood up and walked toward the bar, leaving 
her clothes in a heap by the pillow. Everyone else was naked and, anyway, 
after what she had done in front of others, her nudity was hardly shameful. 
There was no shame or shyness left, or so she thought, and she did what 
would have been unthinkable an hour earlier. She brazenly walked up to the 
only fully dressed person in the place, Manuel, and asked for another of his 
"special" drinks. 

The lulling, stimulating effects of the concoction came on quickly, and she 
decided to explore a little, seeking what might be a pleasant situation. 
Drake Allen was not in the big room, and neither was Helen. Cathy guessed 
there had to be other rooms where activities were in progress, and she 
started out looking for them. To leave the long downstairs room she had to 
step over couples laying on the floor, but she only glanced at them, as none 
were at the moment ready to offer her anything. She was looking for somebody 
interesting and unengaged, possibly like Drake Allen, her host. 

There wasn't time nor the desire to think about what was happening to her, 
though in the back of her mind she thought she might feel differently in the 
light of day. But then, she was feeling that the party was just getting 
started, and she walked nakedly through the living room and in the direction 
of a hallway she had seen from the front door. When she reached it she heard 
sounds coming from a room down the hall, and since the door was open, she 
just walked on inside. The walls of the room were bright orange colored, the 
ceiling painted a deep blue, but Cathy saw none of those details. What she 
did see made her gasp in surprise. 

The entire floor of the room, perhaps thirty by thirty, was made up of 
mattress-like covering, and on one part of it was Dan, the man she had seen 
last night with Helen; he was in the process of fucking someone dog-style. 
The attractive brown-haired girl he was fucking was wiggling her ass back 
against his lunging cock, but what made the perverted picture even more 
enticing, the girl at the same time was licking Helen's wide-splayed cunt. 
Helen was on her back in front of the girl, her legs drawn up so that her 
wetly glistening cunt was completely open to the tongue lashing. What really 
stunned the shapely young aunt though, was the fact that the girl in the 
middle, the one being fucked and in turn licking pussy, was Helen's daughter 
Cynthia! 

Cathy felt a cold shudder run up her spine as the realization came clear in 
her lust-fogged brain. If that was Cynthia, then where was. . . ? 

Before words could totally form in her head Cathy had the answer to her 
question. She sensed it without seeing that someone had entered the room 
behind her. Her whole naked body tingled with hyper-charged awareness, 
feeling eyes examining her buttocks, scanning over her body from head to 
toe, and she knew the terrible truth without turning around. It was her own 
nephew, Paul. . . It had to be Paul' 

Cathy held her breath as she slowly turned, and not three feet away, her 
worst fears were ' confirmed. Paul, her nephew, was standing there in the 
doorway, his young, muscular body also naked, and his virile, eagerly 
pulsating cock standing erect from his groin. He was staring at her. then 
over toward Cynthia, unbelieving, though his aroused state unquestionable. 

"Aunt Cathy ... I ... I didn't know she was bring ... Not here! Honest ... 
I..." 

His eyes were scanning her nakedness, uncontrollably, and Cathy felt them, 
knowing what he had to be thinking. She wanted him to be enraged at finding 
Cynthia in such a position, wanted him to run to Dan and Helen and pull them 
away from his girl. But it was only too apparent that he was aware of what 
was going on between them, and in fact that he was--likely on his way to 
joining them all. If only he would run at them ... Then I wouldn't feel what 
I'm feeling ... Such horrible thoughts. . . Not that. . . Not I mustn't!" 

When he had seen Helen there, Paul thought his aunt had declined her dinner 
invitation and that Helen had come to the party alone. It was in full swing 
when he and Cynthia arrived, and finding Cynthia's mother naked and ripe for 
tucking, he hoped to get some of her. He was ready, so ready for it! But 
now, here before him was his aunt, naked, aroused, and far more sensually 
beautiful than any of the other females he had seen. He had to explain, 
anything to control his body; he wanted to tell her that he hadn't been a 
part of Helen's and Cynthia's plans ... that he didn't know Helen would 
bring her there ... He was incapable of coherent speech, however, because of 
the way he felt about his own aunt! 

"Aunt Cathy ... Please ... I must tell you..." 

"Paul, darling!" Cathy cut him off, trying desperately to still the raging 
fires of passion in her heatedly aroused body. Was he ashamed of her? He 
couldn't be, no, not ashamed! She was a woman, alive of flesh and blood, and 
she was hungry and in need of sexual fulfillment. He could see that, she was 
certain, for his hard wildly throbbing young cock lurched even larger as his 
eyes stared lustily at her pubic mound. And she couldn't stop herself from 
holding her arms out to him, beckoning him to come and fuck her till he 
drove her out of her mind. 

Her body was soft, warm, loving. Her softly firm breasts burned holes in his 
chest, and her thighs, sleek and vibrant, squeezed his painfully aching cock 
between them. Oh, God, he had to have her! Heated, moist, her wispy brown 
pubic hairs brushed seductively over his erect penis. "Aunt Cathy ... God, 
I-I want you! I want to fuck you!" And he did want her wanted to fuck her 
more than any woman or girl he had ever known. 

His words sizzled in her brain like answers to the demanding tongues of fire 
licking at her body. She wanted him too, she could not deny it. And she felt 
powerless, unmercifully helpless to resist the terrible truth. She had 
watched him fucking his teenage girl friend Cynthia and had really told 
herself at that moment that she could give him more! She wanted to have her 
nephew's rigid young cock fucking into her. Yes, oh yes yes yes! It throbbed 
with life, his flesh, their family blood, between her thighs. Was it wrong? 
Was what she wanted so desperately wrong? Didn't she feel more like a woman 
than ever before in her life? Ooohhh, yes dear God! Yesssss! Paul darling! 
Ohhh, darling... 

Powerless to stop the terrible heat of their passion, they knelt nakedly 
together, face to face on the soft floor, and her hand lovingly stroked his 
throbbing manliness; his hand slowly moved up her tender inner thighs to her 
warmly palpitating pussy. 

"You're ... So ... Good ... so wet and hot between your legs ... Aunt 
Cathy." His fingers slipped through the softly curling pubic hair and found 
the curving slit of her heatedly moist vagina, and he brushed the tips 
across the tiny hardened bud of her clitoris. 

"Ohh, yessss ... darling ... Ooohhh, yesssss!" She was going to burst from 
the pressure in her belly as she felt his fingers probing upward into the 
wetly quivering mouth of her cunt. His face was pressed into the softness of 
her breasts, and his hot young mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending 
electric bolts of pleasure coursing through her trembling body. There 
couldn't be any waiting, no time for second thoughts. All that mattered was 
having each other, their bodies joined together for the ultimate physical 
pleasure they could give and receive. The others in the room didn't matter 
compared to the young aunt and her nephew's overwhelming needs. Their 
movements flowing as one, Paul lay on his back while his aunt hovered above 
him, her thighs wide apart and kneeling on either side of his impatiently 
squirming young hips. His lust-swollen, wildly jerking cock was pointing 
straight up toward her moistly splayed cunt, and she held the long hard rod 
of flesh tightly in her hand, moving the blunt purple head back and forth to 
part the hair-lined slit of her hungry cunt. 

"Ohh, Aunt Cathy, now! Got to fuck you now! he moaned, and he thrust his 
hips off the bed, trying to drive his desire-hardened cock into the slick 
wetly pulsing lips of his ravishing aunt's openly spread vagina. 

"Oooooohh, darling! Fuck it for me! Now, yes, now!" she answered, and she 
reached down with her hand to part the lips of her trembling cunt, clearing 
the way for his entrance. She hesitated for only an instant, one short 
moment before she plunged her open pussy mouth down on her handsome nephew's 
massive thickness. And it fucked up into her like a telephone pole, 
expanding the tightly resisting orifice between her thighs until she thought 
it would tear her open. Buffeted by pain, she still felt a sense of pride 
that Paul was a bigger man penis wise-than any other male she had seen at 
the party. 

"Ooooooohh, God! Aaaaaagghhhhh!" Cathy groaned as the huge blood-engorged 
cock lurched just up inside her tightly constricted passage. Trembling 
uncontrollably, she slowly lowered herself over him, wanting all of his male 
flesh probing around deep up in her belly. 

Paul raised his head up to watch his long hard cock sinking into his young 
aunt's pinkly clasping cuntal mouth. And it felt good, and right, and 
powerful! The tight, wet walls sucked him up inside her warm channel, 
covering his lust-swollen young staff inch by wonderful inch. Warm and wet 
and pulsating hungrily, the sensation of his entrance made his young body a 
raging river of boiling excitement. He couldn't hold back. Not for another 
second! He had to fuck her now! And he lurched his hips off the mattress 
floor, thrusting the whole hard length of his massively throbbing cock 
upward into her fiery hungering depths. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she wailed louder, feeling every wrinkle of his fleshy 
thick penis as it filled her to the base of her belly. She had no idea he 
would be so big, so wonderful, and she ground her love-starved loins down 
over his thinly-haired young pelvis, feeling all of his hot length inside 
her grateful cunt. She wanted to be fucked, more than ever, fucked good by 
her wonderful handsome nephew. 

Through half-open eyes, Helen had watched the confrontation between Cathy 
and her nephew with great interest. Her plan had succeeded in bringing out 
Cathy's true nature, almost too well! Yet the incestuous contact between 
aunt and nephew was fine with her, as it tied all the loose ends together. 
It was pleasure in its most beautiful form, and she knew it by experience. 
She, too, wanted to be fucked by young Paul, but she was glad to wait her 
turn, to wait until Paul and his aunt had finished sharing each other's 
beautiful young bodies. Helen's eyes rolled up then as she felt her 
daughter's tongue licking and swirling insistently up between her open legs, 
but before the pleasures in her own wantonly aroused body completely took 
control, she did see the other person entering the room. And she knew 
instinctively that Cathy was due for even more than she had bargained for. 

Drake Allen was not aware of the relationship between Cathy and Paul, but 
even if he had it would have made no difference. He was looking for Cathy, 
and finding her in the process of fucking another, mattered little too. He 
could wait, or better yet, join them. 

"Oooohh, yesss, Paul darling! Fuck me hard. oh, hard!" 

Shamelessly aroused now, the young aunt was bouncing her rounded buttocks up 
and down as she knelt over the boy, her legs out wide, tensed, as she took 
him deep into her wetly clasping cunt: and Paul was fondling her breasts, 
one in each hand, as he raised and lowered his hips rhythmically fucking her 
back. Drake moved closer and around behind the attractive young woman, his 
eyes staring at the whitely glistening ass-cheeks, clenching and unclenching 
as she stroked up and down on the virilely hardened penis. Intermittently he 
could see the tiny hole of her puckered anus, just above the cock in her 
wetly glistening cunt, and abruptly he wanted to fuck her there. Her 
ass-hole is still virgin, he thought excitedly and he would be glad to put 
the final touches on the de-flowering of Cathy Rogers. 

"Lean forward, Cathy dear! I'm going to fuck your ass-hole!" Drake whispered 
in her ear. 

The long, rhythmically stroking cock in her wetly heated vagina was all that 
Cathy thought about at first, as she felt her passion and spirit unbounded, 
freed beyond her wildest dreams. But when she realized Drake Allen was 
present, her mind became filled with other thoughts too. She was doing 
something unnatural, even though she loved it. and she knew that she had to 
answer to herself for the terrible desire in her soul. And when Drake spoke, 
making what he wanted to do to her perfectly clear, in her lust deranged 
mind it seemed the perfect answer. She had watched Helen become like an 
animal as that man named Len had fucked her in the rectum the other night, 
and now, Cathy, too, felt she had to try something like that. Yet, this was 
going to be different, for she wanted at the same time to be fucked in her 
lust-hungry cunt! It would be hell, a terrible punishment and final 
absolution for her sins. 

"Yessss, Drake..." Cathy gasped as she took her nephew's cock deep in her 
belly and leaned forward. "Fuck my ass-hole toooooo!" 

The blonde host needed no further encouragement, and without hesitation, he 
knelt down between Paul's legs and Cathy's slender calves. His cock was 
fully erect, more so than when he first had taken Cathy that evening, and he 
stroked it in his hand as he leaned close to the tightly puckered little 
opening between her buttocks' cheeks. He knew she had to be prepared, but he 
was so excited by the prospect of fucking her virgin rectum that any real 
delay was unthinkable. 

The shapely young secretary was ready for him, as she reached back with both 
hands, pulling the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks wide apart. Her 
teenage nephew's cock was pressing against her cervix, jerking and anxious 
and she wanted him to fuck her quickly and hard the moment Drake entered 
her. She felt Drake's finger probing against her virgin anus, the tightly 
resisting ring of flesh holding, then giving way, and she leaned down, 
forcing her anal muscles to relax as she was prepared for the most 
humiliating, yet the most sensuous, subjugation of her body she had ever 
known. 

"Uuuuuuggghhhh!" she grunted as his fingertip slipped tenuously into her 
rectum, and the pain lessened slightly as he wormed it slowly around up 
inside the smooth, rubbery walls to stretch her anal passage and prepare it 
for the greater entry to come. The combination of pleasure-pain that racked 
her body was overwhelming, and she began fucking back against the two fleshy 
staffs, wantonly needing two cocks fucking up into her belly at once. Within 
seconds he pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt her buttocks 
pulled wider apart by his thumbs, then a tremendous pressure against the 
defenselessly puckered little lips up between them. 

"Ooohhhh, God, ohhhhh, it hurts! Ooooooohhhhh!" she moaned and moaned, but 
she pushed her hips back nonetheless. Drake held her shoulders as he shoved 
hard forward, his invading cudgel stiff and eager to enter her heated little 
rectum. For a moment it resisted, but shoving forward with all his strength, 
he popped the thick head of his blood-filled cock just up inside the 
elastic-tight ring of softly puckered anal flesh. He was stretching her to 
almost impossible size, her anal ring like a tiny rubber band stretched 
around his lust-thickened penis; determinedly, he flicked his hips forward 
again and again, slowly but definitely driving his long cock up her ass to 
the hilt. 

"Uugggghhh ... Aaagghhh ... Aaaaaggghhhh!" Cathy cried in agony over and 
over as the searing pain streaked through her body, his jerking penis boring 
into her rectum like a red-hot poker. It drove deep into her hotly clenching 
anus, filling her beyond belief, a second long swollen cock fucking up 
between her legs. She thought she was being ripped in half, the 
pleasure-pain wracking her spine and surging out over every part of her 
body. But then, moments later, her cries turned from helplessly pleading 
whimperings to abandoned sobs of ecstasy as she felt both powerful poles of 
heated male flesh throbbing and pulsating together deep up inside her 
quaking belly. She groaned out loud as she realized fully that both Drake 
Allen and her nephew had impaled her like a harem slave of old between them, 
their cocks now separated only by the thin fleshy membrane dividing her cunt 
and rectal passage. Then, waiting only a moment, they began to tuck up into 
her dually filled channels in unison, their timing somehow coming together 
as they both withdrew their long, wildly throbbing penises until only the 
heads remained lodged up inside her; Drake's cock held by the tightly 
clenched sphincter muscle of her rectal mouth, and her nephew's massive 
shaft by the thin, curl-fringed lips of her insatiable cunt. Then they both 
fucked back into her simultaneously, driving deep up into her. and their 
lust-hardened cocks pushed and rubbed against each other along the parallel 
channels of her passion-slickened cunt and rectum. 

"Oooooohh, God, yesssss my darlings! Yessss. ohh, yeeessss!" Cathy moaned. 
"I want more, oohhh, more!" 

They gave her more, fucking her like a rag doll between them with the 
constant rhythm of lust, and her body became like a river of molten lava, 
heated, boiling, ready to pour out a sizzling flood of passion. Again and 
again they pounded against her widespread loins, each to its separate 
orifice, each working together in spectacular harmony. She didn't want the 
ravagement to ever end ... She loved it ... Oh. God. she loved it! 

Helen Rand was enjoying a passion feast of her own, but it was heightened by 
the lewdly stimulating sight before her eyes. While her daughter Cynthia was 
furiously licking into her cunt and getting fucked dog fashion by the man 
named Dan, from behind, Cathy Rogers was being sandwiched between her nephew 
and her host. It was a sight worth remembering to see the two men fucking 
their huge hot cocks into Cathy's impossibly wide-stretched loins. Their 
fucking was becoming faster and faster, all three of them grunting and 
groaning their mutual ecstasy as they obviously neared orgasm. Helen 
thrilled at seeing her girl friend's ripely full breasts swinging and 
bouncing from the force of the two cocks sunk deep up in her welcoming young 
belly; the young aunt's mouth was open, her tongue licking furiously around 
her red lips. She was near, definitely near, and the salacious scene was so 
overwhelming, so wantonly stimulating that Cynthia's mother felt her own 
release coming upon her with fantastic speed. 

Meanwhile, Cathy shuddered and groaned as she felt the growing spasms in her 
belly building and wracking her with magnificent splendor. Never had 
anything been so wonderful, her nephew and Drake Allen fucking her body with 
their huge, wonderfully throbbing cocks, filling her belly with their 
lust-hardened flesh. With accelerating quickness, she felt herself soaring 
as Paul drove his cock deep into her contracting cunt, the thick head 
swelling to tremendous proportions as he grunted and twisted beneath her. 

" O o o h h h h ... I'm going to ... Cummmmmm!" 

"Yessss, my darling, yessss! Cum, cum, now ... now ... now!! " 

The first white-hot blast struck deep in her sizzling womb, her young 
nephew's crazily jerking cock spilling out his super-heated sperm in the 
depths of her wildly rippling cunt. A split-second later Drake Allen shoved 
his massively pulsating penis down, his groin pushing hard against her 
thrashing young buttocks, and the head buried so deep in her rectum expanded 
to suddenly explode and fill the whole of her anal passage with his hotly 
gushing male semen. That was it! She was there too! 

"Ooohhh, yesssss! rmnimcuuunimm iinngggg!" Her body erupted in a shower of 
madly spinning sparks at the moment she fell the two hot streams of cum 
shooting into her belly, and she was there! Suddenly, she was floating, a 
mass of exquisite sensations wracking her nakedly writhing body. Cathy 
rammed back once more on the two hard, liquidly foaming cocks, bucking and 
heaving as she rocketed with a passion that had only awakened tonight. Her 
rectum sizzled, her entire body quaked with unbounding joys. This was what 
she wanted. Physical pleasure, lusting passion, and her handsome nephew's 
cock pumping his virile young sperm into her ready and waiting belly through 
every opening in her body. It would never end! Never, never, never, never, 
never! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Miss Rogers? Will you come into my office please...." the voice squawked 
over the intercom. 

"Right away, Mr. Hendricks...." Cathy answered after pressing the button. It 
had been a week since she returned from her eventful weekend in the Blue 
Ridge Mountains, and not once had her boss Bart Hendricks asked her out. But 
at that moment she recognized that unusual lone in his voice he always had 
when something other than business was on his mind. She stood up from her 
desk, pulling at the hem of her skirt before picking up her steno pad and 
walking to his office door. 

"Dictation, sir?" she said as she closed the door behind her. 

"Of course..." he answered casually, and he leaned back in his oversized 
chair, his eyes following her sensual young figure as she sat down beside 
his desk. Ever since she had gotten back from the long weekend, he had been 
wondering about her. She seemed different, but just how he couldn't be sure. 
Unbelievably, she appeared even sexier, if that was possible, and sometimes 
when she looked at him. it was almost as if she was examining him. Such 
actions had not been characteristic of his pretty brown-haired secretary 
before. 

She was sitting in her chair in such a way that he could almost see up 
between her firm, white thighs; her short skirt exposing more flesh as she 
crossed her legs, and she was not shyly looking down but meeting his gaze 
directly. It was time to try again. "Before starting this letter ... I'd 
like to know if you'd be free for dinner tonight?" he asked hurriedly. He 
expected her to frown as usual, but she was smiling. 

She had changed, and it was bothering him, Cathy thought. It even seemed 
funny, after hearing the same request so many times before, not to feel 
frightened and nervous. Helen had done a lot for her, and for that she would 
always be grateful. That eventful night a week in the past she had shown 
Cynthia's mother her gratitude and, of course, it was only the beginning. 
But now, Cathy saw another opportunity which when presented so many times in 
the past, she had not understood its real worth. Business and pleasure could 
mix, and for her it could be quite profitable. 

Cathy shook her head, enjoying the sudden frown that crossed Bart Hendricks' 
face. So he hadn't expected a "no" reply. "Tonight, Mr. Hendricks is out of 
the question..." she answered with a smile. Then looking him directly in the 
eye, she went on, "How about tomorrow night?" 

Cathy wanted to laugh at his bowled-over expression, but she just kept 
smiling as he nodded yes. She thought it would be interesting to date her 
boss, but she would only do it on nights that Paul was going out with 
Cynthia. But tonight was out of the question. Paul was going to be home and 
he had already made plans to spend a special evening, a heavenly evening, 
with his loving aunt a "guardian angel" if there ever was one. 


THE END
