A Widow's Teenaged Friends
by Andrew Savage
(LLP-441)


FOREWORD 

Sexual contact between children and adults is one area of continual social 
concern, although a great many persons would like to believe that this 
age-old problem exists only on a very limited scale. 

Research and some worthwhile statistics point to the contrary. 

One scientist in particular, the late Dr. Alfred Kinsey who deserves a host 
of laurels for his pioneering work in human sexuality confirmed the reality 
and frequency of child-adult contact. For example, Edward Brecher in his 
book The Sex Researchers mentions that among 4,441 women interviewed by Dr. 
Kinsey and his research team, "1,075 or nearly one in four recalled sexual 
contacts before adolescence with males at least fifteen years of age and at 
least five years older than they were. In 609 cases in which the older males 
were identified, they were strangers in 52 percent, friends or acquaintances 
in 32 percent, uncles in 9 percent, fathers in 4 percent and brothers in 3 
percent. " 

The Kinsey report also concludes: "When children are constantly warned by 
parents and teachers against contact with adults, and when they receive no 
explanation of the exact nature of the forbidden contacts, they are ready to 
become hysterical as soon as any older person approaches, or stops and 
speaks to them on the street, or fondles them, or proposes to do something 
for them, even though the adult may have had no sexual objective in mind. 
Some of the more experienced students of juvenile problems have come to 
believe that the emotional reactions of the parents, police officers, and 
other adults who discover that the child has had such a contact, may disturb 
the child more serously than the sexual contacts themselves (our italics). 
The reactions of parents may very well have serious effects on the ability 
of many of these children to work out sexual adjustments some years later in 
their marriages." 

We, The Publishers, believing in the concept that sexual fulfillment is 
better than sexual frustration, are proud to present this latest novel by 
Andrew Savage who offers us this epic of soul-searching importance, this 
penetrating study into the basic psychology of a woman and her sexual life. 

The heroine of this candid and often shocking account is lovely Bonnie 
Benedict, a young widow, not unlike hundreds of thousands of others found 
daily in communities throughout the country. The need for some stability in 
her shattered life has made Bonnie cling to the one foundation which has 
brought her a modicum of happiness her penchant for teenage boys. To carry 
out her seduction of adolescent boys, the ravishing church youth leader 
resorts to chicanery and petty blackmail; however, she soon learns that the 
pendulum of natural retribution must eventually swing back in her direction 
with its shattering effect, reminding her also that it is the pupil who 
sometimes teaches teacher best. 

The age-old story of youth-adult relationships offers its own forms of 
danger, and as a result Bonnie Benedict lives in a world of guilt and shame, 
tormented by the nightmares of her forbidden desires. Whether we approve or 
disapprove of her actions is immaterial, for we are dealing with reality, 
not what should be. 

Read and ponder, for this novel portrays one of the recurrent problems of 
modern day society. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Bonnie Benedict sipped slowly on the glass of bourbon she held daintily in 
one hand as a warm glow of giddiness crept through her curvaceous body. It 
was her third drink in twenty minutes, but the attractive young blonde was 
hardly aware of it; she was thinking with growing excitement of the plans 
she had made for the evening. 

The phone rang suddenly, jolting her from her preoccupations, and she jumped 
up nervously to answer it. 

"Hello?" 

"Bonnie?" came the voice from the other end. "This is Mike." 

"Mike?" she echoed the name, as if reluctant to acknowledge it. 

"Yes, you know, good old Mike Russel...the man who proposed to you last 
night. Mike, with the handsome face and debonair manner." 

"Oh, Mike...oh, I'm sorry. My mind was a million miles away." 

"Listen, how about bringing it back to earth then and going out to dinner? I 
know it's late, it must be seven already, but...have you eaten?" 

Bonnie started to tell the truth, that she hadn't eaten all day because 
she'd been nervous about her rendezvous that evening. For a moment, she even 
wanted to confide in him, but she didn't. 

"Yes...yes, I'm sorry, Mike, but I've eaten," she lied. 

"Well, how about a show or something?" 

"Oh...no, I don't think so, Mike. I...I'm really feeling very tired tonight 
and...well, I'd rather just go to bed early and try to get some rest, if 
it's all right.. . " 

"That's all right, darling. No need to stammer and stutter. It won't be the 
first time old irresistible Russel has been turned down. Besides I guess I 
should really leave you alone awhile to think about what I said last night. 
You are thinking about it?" 

"Yes...yes, of course, I am." 

"Good, good." There was a pause on the other end. "Well, I guess I'll see 
you at the meeting tomorrow night?" 

"Yes, I'll be there...and Mike? I'm sorry about this evening." 

"That's all right, dear. It's the Sabbath anyway the day of rest, you know. 
I'll see you tomorrow night." 

"Good night, Mike." 

Bonnie replaced the receiver on the hook and stood staring at the phone for 
a full minute. Then she raised her glass of bourbon to her lips and greedily 
swallowed the fiery liquor, almost as though she wanted to punish herself. 

Oh God! Why was her life so complicated? It was as though Mike had known of 
her plans for that evening and had called, hoping the sound of his voice 
might dissuade her. And how she wished he would! How she wished he could! 

Bonnie had met Mike Russel years before; in fact, she had known him since 
she'd moved to Chippewa Falls as a high schooler. For a long time, she 
couldn't decide whether she should go steady with Mike, or with his best 
friend, Ross Benedict. Finally she had chosen, and she and Ross had shared 
an almost storybook young love, culminating in marriage after they'd 
graduated from college. 

By the time she'd married Ross, Mike was already married himself, and had a 
fine son. The boy had been twelve when Mike's wife died, three years before, 
and the way this gentle man had taken over the rearing of his son without a 
woman in the house made Bonnie respect and admire him. How she had wished 
for his strength and understanding when her own beloved husband had been 
suddenly taken away from her over a year ago, as the result of a freak 
automobile accident. 

Mike had helped her through the difficult first months after "Ross's death, 
and apparently his friendship during that time had ripened into love. Or 
perhaps he had always been in love with her, ever since their high school 
days.... 

Bonnie shook her head violently, and took another stiff swallow from her 
drink. What was the use of thinking about it? What was the use of tormenting 
herself with the enticing vision of forbidden solace? No one could ever take 
the place of her departed husband, even dear Mike. Her marriage had been the 
cornerstone upon which Bonnie's happiness and sanity rested, Ross's love and 
understanding greater than any blessing she had ever known. Even her 
horrible curse, that maddening desire for little boys which she'd had since 
childhood, had been confided to him, and together they had fought it, almost 
destroying it...until that terrible auto accident. And then it was as though 
Bonnie's whole world had suddenly crumbled to nothing. 

Without her husband, the shapely blonde's will had seemed to dissolve into 
thin air. In his absence and without the security of his passionate words of 
love, the dormant evil based on a juvenile affair she'd carried on with a 
younger cousin when she'd been fifteen and he thirteen, had reared its ugly 
head once more. And now, this very evening, she stood terrified and 
defenseless before her own perverted hungers. 

Perhaps she should never have got involved with the youth group of the 
church she went to. God knows, in retrospect it seemed as though she had 
thrown herself into the middle of the greatest temptation possible, there 
being as many young boys as girls in the activity. But she had felt 
compelled to do so; Mike had advised it, and, of course, her darling Ross 
had been devoted to the church youth, sometimes giving up whole weekends to 
chaperone their affairs. With Mike, Ross had organized and run the weekly 
meetings and numerous events the youth group sponsored, and Bonnie had felt 
it her obligation to continue where Ross had left off, if only because the 
children missed him terribly. She'd agreed with Mike that the work would 
take her mind off the accident and she'd begun working with Mike's group 
she'd even taken on a section of the church's Sunday school as well. 

What had actually happened was the worst thing possible. Six months after 
Ross's death, two months after becoming co-sponsor of the group, she had 
been at a weekend conference of young people. She had caught one of the boys 
with a marijuana cigarette, and was driving him home to his parents, to talk 
with them, when the car ran out of gas. They were stranded on a little 
unused mountain road.... 

The inevitable happened, and Bonnie was almost glad it had. The horrible 
suspense and frustration that had been building up inside her love-starved 
loins since she started working with the group was even worse than her moral 
anguish at the seduction of the thoroughly astonished young boy. And after 
that, there had been others; not many, but enough to make her fear for her 
sanity. Always, though, Bonnie was sure before committing herself that she 
knew something about the boy that would ensure his secrecy. She didn't like 
to call it blackmail, but that's what it was...and finally, under the 
constant strain, she almost had a nervous collapse. 

For the last two months, in fact up until that very day, Bonnie had resisted 
the restless stirrings of her sexual subconscious, fighting her forbidden 
desires. She had thought herself on the road to recovery, to the welcome and 
prayed-for healing of her sexual nature. But that was before today, that was 
before she had caught young Tim Gilmore stealing from the collection dish 
during the church service that morning. And again, it was like the first 
time, like it had been on the deserted mountain road. 

Even though she had been morally aghast that morning when she'd realized she 
was going to take advantage of this young boy's misfortune, some other 
repressed corner of her being had exulted in victory, as though it were 
being let out of its cage after a long enforced confinement. 

It was this side of Bonnie's tortured being which had gained the upper hand 
tonight. Perhaps she had drunk as much as she had only to still the muted 
callings of her moral conscience and to allow the sexual side of her being 
free rein. At any rate, as she turned to enter her bedroom to get dressed 
for her rendezvous that night, Bonnie began to think less and less about 
tall, well-muscled Mike Russel, and more and more about the inncoent young 
teenager Tim Gilmore. 

. She quickly slipped into the lacy black nightgown she'd laid out on the 
bed and then into a sheer black negligee, a provocative garment designed to 
arouse and pique the most stubborn male libido, though she could hardly 
imagine why she would need it tonight. Tim was only fifteen and certainly no 
match for Her worldly-wise thirty years; besides, there was no doubt in her 
mind that the boy would submit as the others had done with surprise, but 
with alacrity. 

The intoxicated Sunday school teacher gazed at herself in the vanity mirror, 
and then picked up her brush and began to brush her long blonde hair. She 
mused cynically, with the air of someone who hopes she will be punished for 
the acts she is about to commit, that her reasons for the seductive attire 
were entirely personal. She took a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own 
symmetrical loveliness: her amply rounded breasts and narrow waist, the 
generous arch of her slender hips and the long white columns of her firmly 
contoured thighs and shapely calves, all so alluringly revealed through the 
transparent negligee, her sweet charms even more enhanced by the daring gown 
than by absolute nakedness. She could only anticipate the expression of 
shocked surprise that would sweep over Tim's boyish freckled face as his 
virile young penis began to grow and pulsate in his pants. 

Bonnie's gaze drifted restlessly around the room until it came to rest on 
the photographs on her bureau. From one, framed in gold, the handsome 
smiling face of her late husband stared out at her, not reproachfully but 
almost as though he was trying to comfort her from afar. From the other, the 
fairly serious, concerned look of Mike Russel gazed down at her, looking at 
her but not really seeing her. 

Dear Mike, the distracted young widow sighed to herself, finishing her drink 
and then moving unconsciously into the kitchen to fix another. 

You 're so sweet, and yet. . . 

It had shocked Bonnie when she discovered that she cared for Mike; she had 
believed such feelings to be impossible with any man after Ross. But she did 
care, and now the dear man had proposed to her. Her mind was torn between 
conflicting desires; she wanted the security a marriage offered, but she 
couldn't...not because she didn't care for Mike, but because she didn't 
trust herself not to begin caring for his handsome fifteen-year-old son, 
Randy, even more! She knew she wouldn't be able to control herself around 
Randy's exciting young boyishness until she had finally cast off her lewdly 
perverse sexual desires. 

She had slept in fits all last night, her troubled mind in a complete state 
of confused longing. Dear God, was she abusing Ross's memory just in the 
mere consideration of marrying another man? She tried to imagine what he 
would say, how he would advise her, and just before dawn she had realized, 
almost as if he had spoken to her, that her happiness was what he would 
wish. In relieved elation, she had wept, her decision mentally arrived at: 
She would accept Mike's proposal. And then to herself and in her joy, she 
had made a solemn vow; she would rid herself of this terrible perversion 
once and for all! 

Now, Bonnie laughed aloud, a soft cynical sound spiked by the influence of 
liquor, while she admired her seductively clad body. She sipped from her 
glass, her smile unintentionally harsh and drunkenly wanton. Tomorrow, she 
would renew her vow...God, would she...could she? It all had seemed so 
simple in the enveloping darkness of pre-dawn, when the obscene desire that 
now permeated her sensuously beautiful body lay torpid within her, but 
now...Bonnie again sipped from her glass and giggled tipsily. She was 
blissfully drunk, she knew, enjoying a velvety sensation that distracted her 
attention from thoughts of Mike even as she contemplated her forbidden 
seduction. At that moment, she even felt certain that he, Mike, would 
understand, as Ross had. 

Everyone had their little sexual idiosyncrasy, her husband had consoled her, 
and she had believed it because she wanted to. Mike would understand once 
she told him but it was not Mike she was concerned with, it was his son 
Randy! My God, to live under the same roof with him such a handsome 
brown-haired boy! At that very moment she could eat him alive, starting with 
his deliciously hardened young cock! 

The doorbell startled her. Slowly, she stood, then focused her eyes as she 
straightened her clinging negligee. Must remember to be firm...you are 
dressed this way because you are at home...stick to the issue at 
hand...stealing...treat him reprimandingly in the beginning...take full 
advantage, and then...her seduction plan drifted fuzzily through her mind, 
as she headed for the door. 

"Oh Tim...come in," Bonnie said with a certain coldness as she opened the 
door. Then she walked toward the center of the living room so that the 
lights in the background would play strategically through her transparent 
negligee, "Come in and sit down." 

She had caught the young boy's expression of astonished awe as he stood in 
the doorway staring at her, his large blue eyes racing over her veiled 
charms in apprehension combined with spontaneous excitement. 

Tim Gilmore had never seen any woman outside of his mother in night clothes 
or undergarments. Mom had never looked quite like Mrs. Benedict! Mom wore 
corsets, or whatever they were, and never a filmy soft thing like the Sunday 
school teacher was wearing at this very moment. Wow! She wasn't even hardly 
dressed! 

Christ! She had pretty legs, and whatever she wore beneath that silky gown 
went right up between her long slender legs to her...pussy! Holy cow! He 
could even see her cuntal mound puffing out in front, but not very well, and 
her breasts man! They were just barely tucked inside the thing, swelling up 
like ripened cantaloupes all around with just a narrow crack running down 
between them so full they looked as if they were going to burst out any 
second. 

"Sit down, Tim," Bonnie repeated, pointing toward the couch as she placed 
her drink on the table beside it. She was pleased that he had ogled her to 
the fullest extent during those long seconds. His burning blue eyes were 
bugging out of his head, and there was no mistaking the telltale rise at the 
front of his trousers. Bonnie could barely conceal her excitement as she 
gazed at his tousled red hair and his eager freckled face. Oh, she could 
almost taste him! "Would you like a Coke or glass of lemonade?" 

"I...ah...no, thank you...nothing, Mrs. Benedict." 

The shapely blonde folded onto the couch beside him, a distance away, one 
leg bent beneath her to sit upon, her negligee fallen slightly open to 
reveal the cream-white flesh of its mate halfway along her smoothly molded 
thigh. She took a cigarette and watched him sitting stiffly at the other end 
of the sofa. God, what a sheer delight he was going to be! "We have a 
problem, Tim. I've been thinking about calling your father and talking to 
him rather than talking to Reverend Martin...." 

"No!" Tim exclaimed, sitting up and looking toward her, wild-eyed. 
"No...please, no! Dad wouldn't understand! Please, don't do that, Mrs. 
Benedict! Anything but that...!" 

Bonnie lit her cigarette slowly. "Stealing is a serious charge, young man. I 
don't have to tell you that, do I?" 

"N-no Ma'am...no, you don't," the frightened youngster answered quickly. 
"Only...only don't tell my dad...anything but that...please?" 

"All right, Tim." Bonnie agreed softly. "Then what do we settle on?" 

He looked away from her, down into his lap at his fidgeting hands. "I-I 
don't know...honest...I don't...it wasn't for me, honest...I was getting the 
money for a girl, she needed it for...but I won't tell you who! I won't!" 

The curvaceous young widow smiled at him. "That's noble Tim, and I admire 
you for it. Is...is this girl your girlfriend?" 

"I wish she was!" the fidgeting teenager blurted, eyeing her 
surreptitiously. 

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" 

"Well...no...not really...not one that I like...." 

"Not a pretty one, is that it, darling?" Bonnie said in her soft tone, 
deliberately letting the first of her endearments slip forth. 

"Y-yeah...that's right...not even one I want to take to a show or 
something." 

The scheming beauty continued to smile. "That's hard to understand," she 
said, almost whispering, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were your age, 
I'd love to be your girlfriend...go to a show with you...kiss you good 
night.. . " 

For a long moment, Tim just sat and stared in awed disbelief at her. "Y-you 
mean it...that is...you really mean it, Mrs. Benedict?" 

She laughed warmly. "Of course, I mean it, darling. And call me...call me 
Bonnie when we're here in my place. In fact, we'll just pretend...pretend 
that I am your real girlfriend, all right? I mean...would you like me to be? 
Would you take me to a show if I were?" 

"Oh man! Wow! I'd take you to the moon, Mrs. Benedict...Bonnie," he said, 
his face flushing at the sound of her name coming from his own lips. 

"And would you kiss me good night?" she taunted, knowing now that she had 
him for certain, the excited stirring in the front of his jeans now 
blatantly obvious. "I mean, really kiss me like a girl should be kissed so 
she knows that her boyfriend cares about her?" 

Tim swallowed nervously as he stared at her, and, when he couldn't speak, he 
nodded his head emphatically. 

Bonnie picked up her glass and drained it, then she slithered along the 
couch toward him, narrowing their separation to inches, until she knew that 
he could smell the fragrance she wore. Finally, her eyes devouring him, her 
petulant lower lip quivering slightly, she said: "Show me, darling. Show me 
how you would kiss me if I were your girlfriend!" 

She saw the sudden rush of excitement cause his whole young body to shudder. 
What she was doing to him was considerably less than normal; it wasn't even 
a fair game, but it was her game. He couldn't move, he was awestruck! 

"You sweet darling," Bonnie murmured seductively, reaching out and letting 
her arms slowly encircle him, drawing him to her. "You're safe with me, 
baby...no one will ever know about what happened this morning with the 
collection," she added, encompassing him within the magnetic field of her 
sensual charms, her full breasts flattening against the solidness of his 
young chest, her wriggling belly brushing his. And then, she kissed him, 
tenderly but not open-lipped, yet with warmth and passion. 

The ravishing blonde sensed his strong young hands clasping at her slender 
waist through the wispy material of her negligee, not searchingly, but with 
guarding protectiveness, bracing himself as she slowly let her lips part and 
her tongue seek the freshness of his dazzling youth! 

Oh...oh Christ....! Tim thought crazily, his brain racing in wild 
excitement. What was she doing? Was she just teasing him or something? Was 
this her way of punishing him? Whatever was happening, he couldn't believe 
that Mrs. Benedict, the church youth group counselor, was actually kissing 
him! 

But she was right at that very moment she was kissing him, crushing him 
against her flattened tits, and...and there was her tongue trying to wedge 
into his mouth in a French kiss. Holy crap, her frigging tongue! Oh...oh 
man, his aching cock was as hard as a broom handle, and jerking like crazy! 

Excitedly dominated by her liquor-inflamed lust, Bonnie held the amazed boy 
tightly within her arms while she smothered his smooth innocent face and 
lips with ardent kisses, one slender hand finally moving down to his lap to 
find the swollen outline of his straining penis inside his tight-fitting 
jeans. She felt him tremble and gasp in her embrace at her touch, a galvanic 
sensation racing through her belly as she traced the erectly hardened penis 
delicately with thumb and forefinger, not at all displeased with its 
promising youthful length and thickness. 

"Hmmmmmm, Tim...it feels so hard," she whispered against his panting mouth. 
"It must hurt, all cramped inside there like that. Here...let Bonnie take it 
out so that it can stiffen right up straight for her...." 

"Ohhh...unngh...." Tim grunted in confused mounting tension, feeling her 
hand first softly caressing, then suddenly unzipping his fly to ease inside 
his cotton shorts and smooth over the trembling surface of his pelvis, her 
groping fingers finally wrapping right around his urgently jerking 
cock-shaft completely destroying him. 

Holy crud! He couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Crazy tingles of 
unprecedented agitation charged through his loins up into his belly. If this 
was punishment, he'd take all she could give him! She had his painfully 
throbbing cock right in her hand, and...and she was stroking it, sliding the 
loose outer skin up and down, up and down, beating his meat for him! 
Then...she was feeling his balls! 

"Ohhhh, Tim darling, your hot little penis feels so good to your Bonnie." 
The lust-crazed Sunday school teacher breathed into his mouth, her feminine 
aroma and taste about to blow his inexperienced mind! "I think we better go 
into my bedroom where we can take our clothes off and get naked, don't you?" 

Crap, he couldn't answer; his throat felt as if somebody had stuffed it with 
cotton! Then she was smiling at him, her moist red lips half-opened, her 
long-lashed eyes sparkling with a thousand exploding stars. Oh man, he knew 
he shouldn't...but he was going to! Yeah, he was going to do whatever she 
said! Anyway, what else could he do? She had caught him cold with the money 
that morning. Oh man, she was beautiful...and her tits were practically 
bursting right out of that lacy thing! He had to see them bare...all of 
her...her pussy and ass! Oh damn, she was stroking his prick again....! If 
she didn't stop, he'd cum right now! 

"Well, dear, don't you want to go into my bedroom and play some games with 
your new girlfriend?" She squeezed his wildly pulsating cock. "Games like 
this?" she added pruriently, slowly lowering her head downward in front of 
him until it was poised right over his lead-hardened shaft of male flesh. 

The freckled-face teenager sensed his eyes bugging even though he couldn't 
see the actual penetration; he felt her hand at the base of his desperately 
aching cock, drawing down the foreskin from the sensitive glans, and a 
second later the searing contact of her moistly flicking tongue sent 
frenzied jolts of forbidden pleasure charging through his trembling young 
body. 

He moaned loudly in lewd delight, then felt her softly enclosing lips 
slipping over his prickling cock-head...down...down . . until he could have 
sworn she had sucked the whole length of his excitedly spasming penis into 
the shelter of her warm moist mouth! Her tongue lashed and he could feel the 
pressure of her sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she 
slowly raised her head, sucking her way up off it until she was smiling into 
his mesmerized face once more. 

"Games like that, Tim darling," she whispered sensuously, the moistly parted 
lips that had just been wrapped around his prick glistening, reflecting the 
lamplight in their ruby-like dampness. "You like....? " 

He gaped at her and tried to swallow the dryness that had chased his voice 
from his throat. And when he couldn't, he simply nodded his head 
enthusiastically while she laughed in warm understanding sympathy, taking 
his hand and drawing him up from the couch to lead him along the hallway 
with his arched cock sticking right out of his fly and waggling crazily as 
he walked. 

Holy Moses! He'd never be the same after this! He knew that for sure, but he 
didn't care! He didn't care about anything...nothing...except the fantastic 
games, whatever they were, that she was talking about! 

* * * 

"Maybe I shouldn't have come straight out with it like that, son, but we've 
always been able to talk honestly with each other, I think." Mike 

Russel was busy washing the dishes he and his fifteen-year-old son had just 
used for Sunday night's dinner, and Randy was drying. "But I can see that 
the idea comes as a bit of a shock to you, doesn't it?" 

Damn right it does! the wavy brown-haired teenager thought to himself. He 
viciously finished wiping the plate he was working on and stacked it in the 
cupboard. Of course it shocked him, his father just casually throwing out 
the fact that he was thinking of getting married again! But the young boy 
quickly realized that to show his antipathy toward his father's idea would 
do no good, so he decided to stay calm -outward at least. Otherwise his 
father could logically wear away his objections, like he always did, until 
finally Randy would have to agree even though he didn't want to. And the 
teenager had sworn to himself the minute he heard his father's plans that he 
would never agree to anyone taking his dead mom's place! 

"Heck, we get along all right without anybody else around," the youth 
mumbled to himself. "I think we're all right like we are, just the two of 
us. Why do you want to go get a woman in here...uggghhh!" 

Mike had turned back to the sink and was unaware of the turmoil going on 
behind his son's eyes. He had no intention of pressing the idea onto Randy 
all in one dose. It was going to take time. He was well aware of the strong 
love that had existed between the boy and his mother, and the fact that her 
death had severely shocked him. Had the youngster not been of strong 
character, he might have suffered damaging trauma, but obviously he was 
staunchly oriented and had been able to accept and endure their tremendous 
loss, perhaps even better than had Mike himself. 

Until Bonnie, life to the older man had meant little more than the 
obligation he had been left to raise his son. To think of a permanent 
romantic attachment in the wake of his terrible bereavement had been worse 
than ridiculous. Oh, he might marry again, he had thought three years ago, 
but for convenience sake only, certainly never for love. 

And now what was he contemplating? A strong, love-filled marriage! He did 
love Bonnie; he was certain of that. But Bonnie hadn't given him an answer 
the night before when he'd mustered up all his courage and practically 
blurted out his proposal. He realized that it had jolted her; it had even 
jarred him! He'd kissed her good-night after the play they'd attended and 
suddenly, he had asked her to marry him. God, now that he thought about it, 
what a shock it must have been to her! 

All the same, he was extremely happy that he'd made the move and, though 
perhaps he was being a bit overconfident, he felt she was going to accept, 
which was why he had been dropping hints to Randy before, through and after 
dinner. 

A half hour later, Mike sat in the living room, his freshly filled pipe 
lighted, coffee and a brandy beside him, watching Randy at the desk sweating 
over the next day's homework. Some minutes before, the thought had occurred 
to him that his son should know whom he was actually considering as the 
boy's stepmother. Perhaps that might help. Randy knew Bonnie, and it was 
doubtful, even though he was just a boy, that he could look at her without 
appreciating her beauty. Physical attraction meant a great deal to boys his 
age, Mike was certain. 

"Randy? You too busy to talk?" 

"Heck no," the boy replied, shifting his chair around so that he could look 
at his father. "I hate homework anyway." 

The tall, dark-haired father smiled. "What we've been talking about, son, I 
mean, the possibility of me getting married again...I know that it doesn't 
set well with you, I understand why. But you see, I loved your mom, too. 
Even so, I've come to the conclusion that I can have a second wife without 
ever taking a bit of love from your mother's memory. The Lord made us that 
way, Son...can you understand?" 

Randy stared at him. He was off and running on the same subject again. The 
teenager couldn't even think of anything to say, unless he was going to blow 
his gourd entirely! 

"I mean it," his father went on. "I know how you feel, Son, but I have to 
think beyond such feelings...even of my own, and I want to be honest about 
that. It's time that I married again. You're not a child anymore; you're 
fifteen and you know the functions and needs of the physical self.. . " 

Screw! Randy thought bitterly. Here it comes! The whole lousy picture he had 
in his mind! That lousy bitch had wormed her way into his dad's middle-aged 
brain, destroying everything decent like his mom's memory. How the hell did 
a guy cope with a parent when they flipped this way? All the old man 
obviously could think about was fucking! 

"I've asked Bonnie Benedict to marry me, Randy. I'm in love with her, and I 
think she loves me." 

He might as well have cursed Randy's mother's name. That would have had 
about the same impact on the young boy even though he had surmised the whole 
picture. He was going to marry Bonnie Benedict...bring her into their house 
to sleep in mom's bed! How could he do it? 

"Well, Son....? " the tall man questioned softly while he puffed at his 
pipe. "No reaction?" 

Randy could have killed him he could tear him limb from limb! Mrs. 
Benedict...that filthy bitch...sucking off all the guys...that's the exact 
way they said it, "sucking them off," and his own father wanted to marry 
her! 

"Oh...!" he gasped. "Oh, Jesus...no, Dad! No!" 

Mike sat upright and forward in his chair, taking his pipe from his mouth. 
"What's wrong, Randy? What is it? Did...did I say something....? " 

"Ooooooohhh shit!" Randy blurted, getting to his feet and tipping over the 
chair in the act. He started to say more, but could not. Suddenly, he ran 
from the room toward his own, and Mike could hear the tumblers of the door's 
lock falling securely into place. 

And that was that, the surprised father thought with a tight throat. In 
Randy's eyes he had violated the memory of his mother, but he hadn't truly, 
he had not! God knows, he had loved her, and had she lived there would never 
have been anyone else. But she hadn't. Was he supposed to forget his own 
existence now? No. He would not, even though it might be hard on his son at 
first. He was in love again with Bonnie Benedict, the most precious and 
lovable woman in the world. And he knew...he just knew...that she was in 
love with him! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Tim Gilmore watched Bonnie slip out of her silky things, his eyes focused on 
her lushly ripened body that she was about to reveal completely to him, a 
lewd little smile of dominance teasing her sensuous cherry-red mouth as she 
slowly wriggled the black gown downward, exposing her ripely up-thrust 
breasts with their taut little nipples right before his feverish eyes, the 
two luscious mounds of flesh quivering slightly from the taunting undulation 
of her hips when she pressed the wispy garment down over them. Her navel, 
the small bowl of her belly then the sparsely light pussy-hair up between 
her tapered legs and finally, her whole naked cunt was unveiled to him! Holy 
Jesus, he could see the delectable pink slit glistening through the softly 
curling tendrils of hair. 

The intoxicated Sunday School teacher turned around then and slowly bent 
over to pick up the gown which had fallen to her feet, her tautly rounded 
buttocks spreading slightly with the movement, giving the astounded 
fifteen-year-old a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as 
the tightly puckered little hole centered in the deep crevice between her 
ass-cheeks. 

Bonnie's wanton desire had reached that inflamed point where only the lewd 
contemplation of what was about to happen permeated her liquor-glazed brain. 
She moved toward the teenage boy standing in motionless but aroused 
trepidation, his stiffened young cock still protruding teasingly from his 
opened fly, and as she slowly crowded closer to him, she took both his hands 
to place them on her jutting white breasts while with her own she reached 
down and clasped his warmly pulsing rod of lust-hardened flesh once more. 

"Now darling, we'll undress you," she whispered seductively, kissing him 
first as she tenderly stroked his eagerly thrusting penis; then leaving it, 
she began to unbutton his shirt. 

Impelling sensations of salaciousness rippled through her tingling loins and 
deep up into her belly as the handsome youth stood subserviently in front of 
her, his young hands exploring her tingling breasts with an adolescent 
eagerness. 

The hotly abandoned blonde removed his shirt and kissed his naked chest, 
laving the tiny nipples of his muscular, but still hairless, breasts with 
her darting tongue-tip, finally trailing it downward slowly over his belly 
and navel as she lowered herself to her knees and unhitched his belt, 
tugging both jeans and shorts down over his slender hips and lean buttocks, 
her hungry eyes feasting on his eagerly jerking prick jutting out from his 
hair-sprinkled pelvis and his virile young balls hanging between his strong 
youthful legs. 

God, he was a handsome specimen! The young widow leaned forward and kissed 
the tip of his youthful lurching cock, extending her tongue so that he could 
see it wriggling into the tiny split of his glans-eye while she tenderly 
caressed and cupped his sperm-laden balls. 

"Uuunnnnnnngggghhhh!" the teenager grunted, staggering backward and nearly 
falling from the trap of his jeans bunched down around his ankles. 

Bonnie tittered excitedly and from her kneeling position guided him back to 
the bed and down onto it, removing his shoes and clothing; then spreading 
his legs wide, she drew his lean buttocks to the edge, clasping his now 
desperately jerking cock between thumb and forefinger at its base. She 
pulled back its loose foreskin and then with an ungovernable eagerness, 
slipped her soft warm mouth down hungrily onto it. 

Once more, the young boy choked out a groaning gasp of obscene delight as he 
raised to his elbows to watch the naked older woman who was so greedily 
sucking his cock. Oh man! He hoped to God she'd never stop! He'd never had 
any kind of a girl before, not even Margie Higgins, and all the guys he knew 
were fucking her. But Margie was nothing compared to Mrs. Benedict, 
and...and, oh crap...she was stopping again.. . ! 

"Crawl up in the bed now, darling," Bonnie said huskily, rising from her 
knees as he obeyed; then she lay down beside him and began to smooth her 
hand lustfully over his youthful body, feeling the developing muscles tense 
as she explored every one of his secret hollows and crevices. The lush oval 
lips that had fastened tightly around his tingling cock now found his mouth, 
and her tongue darted forcefully against his while she lifted one thigh on 
top of his, grinding her hair-covered pussy mound tightly against his hip 
with a provocative circling motion. "Oh, little lover, I'm going to make you 
the happiest boy a girl friend ever had. Will you like that?" she asked in a 
throaty sensuous voice. 

Tim was having difficulty with his breathing. The boy had never been so 
crazily keyed-up in his young life. "He still couldn't speak, but he could 
nod his head, and he did. 

"Tim, you sweet darling," Bonnie whispered hotly, the wanton intoxication of 
her conquest firing her depraved lust to a white hot heat. She ran her 
slender fingers through his hair, then began to inch up higher, higher in 
the bed, until her naked, hard-nippled breasts were even with his freckled 
face. He was all hers to play with, she reasoned lecherously, to do with 
whatever she chose, like a scared and trapped little animal! 

The drunkenly abandoned widow took his young face in her hand, cupping it 
beneath the chin with one hand as she drew his mouth closer to the distended 
nipple of one heavily palpitating breast. Then, holding the resilient white 
mound in the other hand, she said, "Suck it, darling! Take my tit in your 
mouth and suck it for me!" 

Insane sadistic sensations raced up through her belly and down between her 
legs as she watched his quivering young lips part when the tingling nipple 
brushed them. With licentious delight, she pressed the turgid little bud 
into his mouth and groaned huskily as he closed his soft warm lips over it. 

"Oooohhhhhh yes...that's it, Tim lover!" the older woman gasped 
lasciviously. "Suck it and feel it with your tongue...even bite it if you 
want to! Oh God, y yessssss...like that. . . ! Mmmmmmmmm...now take it in 
your hand and feel all over it!" she ordered breathlessly, smoothing her own 
roving palm down his chest and belly to fondle his hotly pulsating cock and 
sperm-filled balls, hearing and feeling his little moans against her breast 
from his excitedly sucking boy-mouth when she gasped the hardened shaft of 
his erect penis and began to stroke it with obscene wickedness. 

Tim couldn't even think clearly. The feel of her rubbery nipple in his mouth 
while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill, as she stroked his 
stiffly aching cock, was the wildest thing that had ever happened to him. 
Gee, could it really be happening? Him actually sucking Mrs. Benedict's tit 
while she played with his prick? Oh man, then what the other guys were 
always saying about her wasn't just bullshit! 

"You like that, don't you, Tim baby? Sucking my breast while I stroke your 
cock...don't you?" Bonnie hissed lustfully, her liquor-hazed eyes gleaming 
salaciously as she watched his lips tighten and relax their sucking actions 
while his tongue licked and taunted her nipple and his eager young penis 
throbbed warmly in her grasping hand. "But this is just the beginning, 
little lover." 

She was moving away from him then, pulling her lust-hardened nipple from his 
mouth and letting go of his pulsing penis, to his disappointment. He sure 
didn't want her to stop now....! 

"Tell me, Tim, have you ever really seen a girl's pussy close up?" Bonnie 
questioned wickedly, her deep azure eyes aglow in lewd pleasure as she 
raised herself up to her knees beside him, her full thrusting breasts 
swaying sensually with her movements. "Tell me the truth now...have you?" 

He shook his head, his blue eyes bulging as he lay there on the pillow 
staring up at her. "N no...honest...that is...not really...!" he managed, 
uttering his first words since she had led him into the bedroom. 

The shapely blonde's wantonly contorted face was reflecting the perverse 
lechery that had taken complete command of her now, and slowly she spread 
the cream-white columns of her curvaceous thighs apart, kneeling outward 
with both legs until the silken triangle of sparse pubic hair with the 
glistening pink slit separating it were entirely exposed to his straining 
eyes. 

"There!" she whispered hotly. "Now you have!" 

The red-haired teenager could only gape at the erotic spectacle of her 
nakedly displayed cunt in breathless fascination, his spinning brain vaguely 
reasoning how wonderfully it was placed right there up between her long 
tapered legs, and how exciting the glistening furrow. The word "pussy" that 
she had used, just as she had said 

"tit", and "cock", still echoed in his brain, causing crazy prickling 
sensations to stab at his groin and belly. But he couldn't move; the obscene 
sight of her kneeling nakedly there like that was spellbinding him!" 

The awareness of his growing frantic excitement was added fuel to Bonnie's 
already drink-demented passion. She couldn't help exulting in the boy's 
helplessness, the thought of that alone nearly driving her wild. Even though 
she knew well that she would hate and revile herself later for what she was 
doing to her young Sunday School student, that knowledge couldn't begin to 
stop her now! 

'Tickle it, Tim! Look close and feel it! Do it...do as I say!" 

Whether his hesitation was born of shyness or fright Bonnie had no idea, and 
she couldn't have cared less. She watched his tremulous young hand move 
slowly up between her trembling ivory thighs, her breath catching in her 
throat as she felt him brushing the silken strands of pubic hair lining her 
hotly flushed vaginal lips, then awkwardly pressuring and cupping the whole 
soft triangle. 

"That's it, little lover! Yesssss, like that!" she choked hoarsely. "Doesn't 
it feel warm and nice up between my legs...soft and silky like a little 
pussycat? Doesn't it?" 

"Yes...hell yes." 

"That's my baby, rub it...like that...!" Bonnie gasped, suddenly undulating 
her hips and buttocks, pressing her tingling cunt hungrily down against his 
clutching hand. "Ooooohhhhhhh...that's nice, darling...soooooo 
nice...ooohhhhh God...!" 

She bent down and kissed his lips voraciously, moving one leg over his 
prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her loins, poised 
directly above his swollen young penis. 

"You know what I'm going to do now, baby?" she whispered licentiously. "I'm 
going to let you fuck me...for the first time in your life...you can put 
your hard little cock right inside my cunt and fuck it!" 

To the inexperienced boy, it seemed that she was almost spitting the 
wild-sounding four-letter words that were sending crazy jolts of new 
excitement tearing up through his burning loins, spitting them down into his 
face while her eyes blazed and her pretty red mouth twisted almost insanely. 
He was speechless as he lay there, his head raised high to better see the 
hotly lascivious picture she made with her legs spread apart, knees and 
calves on either side of him, her moistly glistening cunt that he'd held 
right in his hand hovering right above the pulsing tip of his lust-hardened 
cock! 

He had never seen anyone look the way she did at that moment, wild-eyed, 
with contorted face, panting as if she were about to blow her mind. As he 
stared up at her, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward over 
her belly through the downy pubic hair to either side of her pouting 
pussy-lips, slowly spreading them open to reveal the wet pink flesh between. 

"There, little lover! Can you see?" she hissed luridly, holding her 
hair-lined vaginal mouth wide open to his eagerly gaping eyes. 

The fascinated teenager could see, but he raised to his elbows just the 
same, the obscene vision completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that 
it would be so velvety-pink, so soft looking inside! Man, he could even see 
her hole...and it was all moist and glistening around it! 

"Now, my little thief, watch what I do with you cock!" the depraved widow 
whispered throatily, her use again of the four-letter word like an electric 
shock charging through him. 

He lurched as she grasped his now painfully hard rod of flesh and placed it 
in the soft hair fringed length of her spread-open slit, pressing her warm 
pussy lips almost completely around it and holding it there with her fingers 
as she began to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding fucking motion. 

"Oooohhhhh...ooohhhhhhh damn!" Tim grunted loudly, thrusting his pelvis 
forward to her descending motion, while she held his straining cock inside 
the moistly clutching hotness of her demanding pussy furrow. 

God, there had never been a seduction like this, Bonnie reasoned insanely! 
She had sunk to the very depths of utter degradation in her lecherous 
debauchery of this beautiful helpless boy. And she had no intention of 
stopping until she had filled her lustful need to the brim! 

"You like that, don't you Tim?" the wanton blonde widow taunted, feeling the 
turgid swollen length of his cock massaging her sensitively quivering 
clitoris. 

"Uuuuuugggghhhh...!" Tim groaned in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her 
full milk-white breasts jouncing and swaying above him as she worked her 
lubricated outer cuntal lips up and down around his hardened prick adding to 
his pleasure. Then suddenly she was doing something else with it, lifting 
her buttocks higher and pointing his cock-head right at her visibly 
pulsating little vaginal hole! He stared up from his elbowed position and 
saw the rubbery bulbous head slip up right in between her legs, then she was 
watching him with excited lust-filled eyes, and lowering her warmly 
moistened vagina down onto it, until the entire length felt like it was 
sucked right up inside her clasping cunt. 

Oh damn! Crap...he was really fucking her, now! Really, really fucking 
her....! 

Bonnie quivered from head to toe with the enrapturing delights his probing 
young cock was causing up inside her tightly hugging pussy walls. It was so 
delicately beautiful, tickling and prodding her down-thrusting vagina, she 
thought as she began to undulate her naked buttocks in frantic little 
circles, feeling his hardened shaft scraping every nerve-ending in her cunt. 

Excitedly, she leaned forward, pressing her heavy rounded breasts down onto 
his chest in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with her own to kiss almost 
sadistically while she raised and lowered her hips and buttocks vigorously 
on his virilely upstanding penis. 

"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Tim groaned suddenly in unmistakable warning, his 
choked alarm all that the ravishing blonde needed to make her lift her loins 
up off of him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh...screw! Don't stop 
now...?" 

Before he could realize what was happening, the shapely widow was hustling 
her body down off of his, spreading his legs wide and wedging her head down 
between them, until her mouth was above his vagina-moistened penis once 
more. She never even looked up at him, only grasped his burgeoning cock in 
her hand and began to stroke its slender hardness again while her tongue 
wedged into its tiny narrow glans-eye. He couldn't repress the whimper that 
escaped him, new chills racing along his spine as she brought her soft warm 
mouth down on his penis while he watched her enclose the lust-swollen 
cock-head in her wetly ovaled lips. 

He grunted and raised his head higher to watch her beautifully rounded mouth 
sucking on his cock. He'd seen pictures of girls kissing and sucking on 
other guys' cocks...crummy pictures, because the girls always looked like 
pigs. But just to think that she, Mrs. Benedict, the beautiful Sunday School 
teacher with those nice big tits and long sexy legs was sucking 
him...especially after she'd stuck it right up her cunt.. . ! Christ! He 
just couldn't believe that it was really happening! The sight of his wildly 
throbbing cock captured between her painted red lips was just about driving 
him booby! Screw! What was she going to do when he started to shoot out his 
cum....? 

He watched as she sucked up off his tingling cock-tip, then began to lick it 
with her avidly ministering tongue...to wetly brush and lave it all over, 
from its base along its underside to its coronal ridge that was viscid and 
protruding from its pulled-back foreskin...washing, playing, and caressing 
it with every lapping stroke. Then she moved back down to its base and below 
to the smooth velvety flesh of his sperm-choked balls, saliva dribbling 
excitedly down her tongue as she licked his testicles with voracious 
sweeping strokes. Then, she raised his legs, pressing them back to expose 
his tight little anus, and she trailed her damp tongue along the coral-hued 
ridge between his lean widespread buttocks, tauntingly circling the puckered 
brown hole, painting his inner buttocks and finally stiffening her 
tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate his excitedly puckering rectum. 

Bonnie's belly and loins were an inferno of frenzied sensations at the 
forbiddenness of her lecherous ravishment; a shameless arousal more avid 
than she could ever remember had taken full possession of her. The delicious 
sweet piquancy of his tender genitals was driving her to the point of orgasm 
with the mere thought of her forbidden and perverse acts! God, he was so 
helpless, so completely subject to her slightest whim! She had to suck his 
warm boy-sperm into her waiting throat and belly! 

That was always the ultimate: To coax and swallow the ambrosia from their 
innocent loins! 

Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over the sperm-bloated young balls and 
along the solid jutting shaft of his penis to its pulsating head, slipping 
her lips wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven...luscious heaven! Sweet, 
sweet boy-cock....! 

Tim could think of nothing else but what she was doing to him, and that he 
had to shoot his cum soon or he'd go out of his mind! Again she was holding 
tenaciously, desperately on his jerking cock, two fingers at its root while 
she sucked it steadily, moving her sensuous red mouth up and down 
rhythmically and using a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each 
stroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, pushing his loins spasmodically up at 
her face as she moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with 
her teeth and making him gasp out, his iron-hard cock bloodless beneath her 
scraping suck, but a rich purple at its smooth rubbery tip. 

Suddenly she was wedging both hands beneath the cheeks of his buttocks, 
lifting them while she plunged her greedily sucking mouth down onto him in 
an insane frenzy. 

Jesus! His prick was completely vanishing up into her mouth...all of it! 
Going right up into the back of her throat, her nose and lips brushing 
against the hairs on his belly! Oh man...man...it was too much....! 

Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his spasming cock-head 
vibrate and jerk like crazy! He gaped at her naked breasts, those terrific 
hardened nipples that he'd sucked, jouncing and dancing beneath her slaving 
body, the sight adding to his mounting climax...and then he sensed the 
gnawing sensation in his tortured balls! 

He stared at her lovely face stuffed with his prick, working over him 
hungrily, her lush red lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being 
turned inside out every time she came up off it, her cheeks puffing in and 
out obscenely as she sucked. He jerked his youthful pelvis tighter up to her 
face until his loins were right off the bed, his throat and mouth 
cotton-dry, and his straining pole of hotly hardened cock-flesh feeling as 
if it were going to setter into a billion pieces any second! 

Oh screw! It was going to happen!...his prick was ready to blow right into 
her mouth! 

He writhed his young hips furiously and tangled his hands in her long blonde 
hair to hold her there as the hot stuff erupted deep in his churning balls 
and started to spurt up into her enclosing oral cavern. 

"Uuuuuggggghhhhh...!" he whimpered between tightly clenched teeth. "I'm c 
-cuuuuummmiiiinngggg!" 

His saliva-soaked cock lurched into a violent jerking that flooded Bonnie's 
eagerly sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white-hot sperm, bloating 
her cheeks with every seething squirt. She swallowed voraciously, moaning 
around his pumping rod of flesh while her own insane climax overwhelmed her 
and she plunged her hand between her thighs to her moistly throbbing cunt, 
tweaking and stroking her palpitating clitoris, still sucking and nibbling 
on his deflated young penis long after it had softened in her mouth.... 

And afterwards, after Tim had come to his senses and left, it was exactly as 
Bonnie had expected it would be...had known it would be. The hatred and 
repugnance of herself in the aftermath of her despicable degenerate rape of 
the young boy for certainly she had raped him overwhelmed her. God, what a 
depraved and corrupt lecher she had become! She realized this as she sat in 
her negligee, almost gulping down the strong measure of bourbon she had 
poured to help soothe her conscience. 

How quickly the private vow she had made herself after Mike's proposal had 
disintegrated, crumbling completely before the monstrous lust ever pervading 
her insatiable loins. She'd been a fool to think she could ever change. Only 
with Ross, had he lived, might it have been different. With his 
understanding and love and the dynamic fulfilling beauty of his sexual 
performance, she might have made it. But Ross was gone, and sexually there 
had been no man since. 

Oh God, what was to become of her? She swallowed heavily from the whiskey 
glass while thoughts of Randy Russel abruptly charged into her mind, his 
young brown-haired handsomeness immediately stimulating her, even in the 
wake of the animal-like debauchery she had subjected Tim to only minutes 
before. Realization of her uncontrollable perverse hunger, though she had 
long been aware of it, suddenly shocked her into facing the tangible 
question: Was it Mike or his son she wanted to possess...or both? God 
forbid! 

She couldn't marry that good gentle man and destroy him, for as certain as 
there was day and night, she would do just that...destroy him...and his 
lovable, handsome son, too. No...no. She couldn't! And tomorrow night at the 
youth meeting, she would tell him so. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Mike Russel sat back easily, chewing a little on the pipe he held clenched 
between his teeth, and put up his feet casually on the long table that ran 
along one wall of the youth group's meeting room. He'd arrived early to 
unlock the building, and he had five or ten minutes to wait before the first 
of the kids started showing up. He puffed calmly on his pipe and let his 
thoughts turn to his son. 

Randy was a good boy, Mike knew, and the middle-aged widower was grateful 
for that. There were a few others in the youth group who were not nearly as 
responsible and trustworthy as his son Bob Hunter and Ron Jeffers, for 
instance and Mike was more than proud of the way Randy seemed to escape the 
influence these boys had over so many of their peers. 

But his son had him worried, too. Of course, Mike knew that the news of his 
impending marriage would surprise the boy, but he'd had no idea Randy would 
feel as strongly about it as he had. Naturally, the perceptive father 
realized his son's opposition to the plan arose from the deep loyalty he had 
to his own departed mother, and it was the sincerity of that loyalty which 
made Randy stand out, in his father's eyes at least, head and shoulders 
above the rest of the local boys. All day long, though, Randy had been 
uncharacteristically quiet, and he'd left for school without saying as many 
as ten words to his father. And this evening, at dinner, it was apparent his 
attitude had undergone no improvement during the day. He had even insisted 
on walking to the meeting tonight, a distance of almost two miles, instead 
of coming over in the car as he usually did. Perhaps he had been 
psychologically jolted by the idea more than his father had expected or 
certainly intended. But Mike was convinced that the only solution lay, not 
in bending to his son's juvenile objections, but in waiting for Randy to 
mature to the point where he could accept the reality of the situation. And 
this, the confident father was certain, would surely happen with time. 

The dark-haired father was interrupted from his reveries by the sound of 
someone entering the room. He looked up, and a broad smile lit up his face 
as he saw Bonnie come in, blinking a little from the bright lights in the 
room. 

As ever, the sight of her in her tight leg-enhancing short skirt gave him a 
lustful little start. He smiled, admiring her neatly upswept blonde hair, 
the way it framed her delicate features as though they were a work of art. 
Damn, she was beautiful! 

"No, don't get up, Mike," she said, walking to the coffee thermos Mike 
always brought and drawing herself a cup; then taking a chair near him, she 
sat down, deftly shifting to a lady-like position with calves and knees 
blocking his direct view up her skirt, even as it revealed a good portion of 
nylon-covered thigh. "I-I have something to say to you, and it isn't going 
to be easy...." she began. 

"Oh?" Mike heard himself respond, lowering his legs from the table, a 
nauseous little sensation looming in his abdomen. It was almost as if he 
knew what she was going to tell him before she started. 

"For...for reasons of my own...reasons that I am unable to explain, Mike...I 
can't marry you," she said softly, while he watched her beautiful mouth 
move, telling him exactly what he hadn't wanted to hear. A painful lump 
crept into his throat and he could only stare at her, a feeling of utter 
emptiness washing through him. "I wish I could explain it all better, but I 
can't. I-I'm terribly, terribly sorry...." 

He thought he detected a fearful break in her voice. He tried to think of 
something to say...Christ, he'd never felt so goddamned inadequate in his 
life! 

Finally, he managed: "You...you don't love me? Is that what you're trying to 
say?" 

"I didn't say that! I couldn't say that...not really...because I don't 
know!" the voluptuous widow said sincerely. "I've only loved one man in my 
life, and I never thought I could love another, just as you explained to me 
your feeling for your wife. But...but that's not the reason...." 

"Then what is it? Maybe I can help?" he begged, leaning forward, certain of 
the tiny trickle of tears spilling from her eyes now as though she were 
hiding something terrible from him. 

For a moment, Bonnie even debated whether she should tell him, tempted by 
the possibility of unburdening her heart and soul and finding in his 
understanding love the needed strength and solace she had lost with Ross's 
wasteful death. But then, his son Randy's handsome desirable face burst into 
her brain and she shook her head decisively. 

"No...you can't help, Mike darling!" She bolted to her feet. "No one can 
help! I'm sorry...but please...we better not see any more of each other. 
It'll be easier that way...!" 

And she was gone, actually crying as she jumped up and tripped across the 
room, not looking back when he rose and called to her, practically running 
into the door before she pulled it open in her haste to get away. Mike 
started to run after her, but stopped, instinctively knowing that talking to 
the distraught woman at that moment would be of no use. 

One by one, the boys and girls began to trickle in for the meeting, shouting 
their hellos to Mr. Russel and then looking at him strangely when he either 
didn't answer or answered with a quiet response so uncharacteristic of him 
and they turned their heads to one another and lifted eyebrows 
questioningly. But Mike was aware of none of this. His insides were churning 
as they hadn't since that terrible night his wife had died, and it was all 
he could do to get the kids started with their meeting without showing his 
emotions. Randy came in right before the start of the meeting, but father 
and son didn't speak to one another, and Mike was just as glad. It was as 
though the floor had fallen out from under him, and his future lay beneath 
him like a yawning abyss. Bonnie didn't love him...or at least not enough to 
marry him...it amounted to the same thing. He was sick to the soul as lie 
watched the course of the meeting, trying to pay attention when the group 
discussed their upcoming activities, but finding he couldn't. It was with an 
almost physical sense of relief that he heard the meeting drawing to a close 
at least thirty minutes earlier than usual. 

The kids trooped out of the building, some looking at him as though they 
guessed he was going through some kind of emotional crisis but fortunately 
ignorant of the tumult which consumed their widowed sponsor. With a sigh of 
despair, Mike forced himself to get up when the last of them had gone, turn 
off the lights, and lock the door behind him as he went out. The night was 
dark and filled with shadowy clouds that swept silently across the face of a 
new moon with mindless haste. 

"Dad, are you all right?" 

Randy's voice surprised his father, coming out of the darkness unexpectedly. 
Mike turned, and made out the dim outline of his son in a half-shadow. 

"Yes...yes, of course, I'm fine. You waiting for a ride home?" Mike's voice 
contained a note of reconciliation, as though he were afraid his son might 
be the only link he had left with sanity. 

"Naw. Some of the guys are going down to the Pioneer Drive-in for a burger. 
I thought maybe I'd go with them." 

"Oh...sure, that sounds like fun." The middle-aged father's voice sounded 
weary. "Do you need money or anything?" 

"No, I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know." 

"Umm...good...good...." 

The handsome teenager peered at his father through the curtain of darkness 
between them. He sounded funny, like maybe he was sick or something. And the 
way he wasn't saying anything, just looking off into space. Randy let almost 
a full minute slip by, and then he spoke. 

"You're sure you're okay, huh, Dad?" 

"What.. . ? Oh, yes...yes. Uh...you've done your homework for tomorrow, have 
you?" 

Randy nodded quizzically. 

"Well then...well, I'll see you home around ten then, all right? Oh, on 
second thought...don't wait up for me. I may go out myself." 

Randy winced. Hell, there was nothing wrong with him! Nothing that a good 
night out with Mrs. Benedict wouldn't fix, because that was obviously where 
he was going! Without another word, the irked teenager turned and walked off 
across the church grounds, not caring whether his father called him back or 
not. But Mike didn't call him back. He didn't even know he had gone. 

It was another few minutes before the distracted youth leader pulled himself 
together enough to walk out to his car. He started it, and pulled out into 
the street which fronted the church property, hardly aware that he had 
turned left in the direction of the downtown area of Chippewa Falls, where 
there were always a few bars open on a Monday night. AH the dazed widower 
knew was that he had to stop thinking, had to subdue the violent gnawing in 
his breast that was threatening to drive him crazy with pain. Bonnie 
Benedict didn't love him! 

* * * 

Randy Russel sat on the front fender of Ron Jeffers' bright yellow '58 Ford, 
munching silently on a giant hamburger and sipping every now and then on a 
vanilla milkshake. To the casual observer, it would have seemed that he 
wasn't paying any attention to the conversation taking place in the drive-in 
parking lot, but in fact his ears caught every word. And every word only 
served to make him more and more angry. 

"I tell you she did," Tim Gilmore was sputtering angrily. "She had my cock 
up inside her cunt and fucked it, and then she sucked me off. I swear to 
God!" 

"You're full of bullshit, man," Bob Hunter countered, jabbing his buddy Ron 
Jeffers laughingly. "What proof you got, huh? Just 'cause she's sucked off 
practically every other kid in the group doesn't mean she did it to you. 

Besides, nobody's ever got his cock up into her yet, from what I know." 

"Hell, I just tried to touch her up there, and she wouldn't let me," 
confirmed Tommy Lambert, another of the boys in the church group. "It was 
like her cunt was off-bounds, man, I mean totally." 

"Not for me it wasn't," Ron Jeffers came back. "That night I was over at her 
apartment, you remember, Bob? I touched her cunt. Hell, I practically shoved 
my whole fist up it!" 

All the guys gathered around the old car laughed uproariously at this, all 
except Randy, who leaned back out of the conversation, his insides churning 
with the awful feelings his buddies' talk was causing in him. They were 
talking about Mrs. Benedict, the woman his Dad wanted to marry. 

"Well, I don't give a damn if you believe me or not," Tim Gilmore was 
saying, turning away as though insulted. "It all happened just like I said, 
and you can all go to hell!" 

"Awww, come on, Tim...we believe you." It was Ron Jeffers, the unofficial 
leader and arbiter of the little group of friends. "It's just the first time 
anybody's got that far, see? Actually, we're all just jealous." Bob Hunter 
giggled. "But tell me, good buddy...What does she have on you?" 

Tim turned to Ron quickly, and then stared away guiltily. 

"I don't know what you mean," he muttered. 

"Aw, come on, man," Tommie Lambert urged, "she's got something on all of us. 
Bob there was the first one, she caught him with some grass. Sucked him off 
right in the front seat of her car at the conference a few months ago. Ron 
got caught with some of his dirty pictures, and me.. . " The sixteen year 
old grinned. "When I found out about the fun everybody else was having, I 
made sure she found me with some pictures too. So come clean, what's she got 
on you?" 

Randy couldn't believe his ears! He had always heard the guys joking about 
Mrs. Benedict, but he'd always accepted their stories as bragging fantasies. 
Now, it looked as though all the things they'd been telling were true! God, 
was his Dad crazy or something, wanting to marry that whore of a woman? 

"All right," Tim was saying, "she caught me with my hand in the collection 
plate at yesterday's service." 

"Oh shit, that's just fucking stupid!" 

Randy couldn't listen to any more. As it was, he couldn't finish his 
hamburger, and he got up quickly to throw it in the waste bin across the 
parking lot. As he was coming back, he heard the guys snickering. 

"What's the matter, Randy baby? Lost your appetite?" 

Randy didn't look up, but at that moment he wanted to kill Ron Jeffers! 

"Say Randy...isn't your dad sorta hung up on Mrs. Benedict?" It was Tommie's 
amused voice. 

"Hey, maybe that's why Mrs. Benedict wasn't at the meeting tonight," Bob 
laughed. "Maybe Randy's daddy just wore her out." 

"More likely it was the other way around...did you see the way he was 
dragging around at the meeting tonight?" 

There was a jeering chorus of laughter and back-slapping, and the boys were 
even more amused by Randy's reaction. His face turned beet red with 
embarrassment and anger, and he could hardly speak. 

"You...you goddamned...turds!" 

"Owww, that hurts!" Ron Jeffers howled, hardly able to contain himself. The 
others laughed so much at Randy's ineffective curse that they rolled off the 
car, holding their bellies with laughter, hardly looking up as Randy walked 
off quickly, his fists clenched into little balls, his eyes smarting from 
the saltiness of the tears that were forming there. The boys didn't stop 
laughing until Randy had disappeared around the corner. 

"Hey, don't you think we ought to go after him?" Tommy asked after they'd 
calmed down a little. 

"Aw, hell no...he'll come back," Ron answered confidently. "Besides, we got 
something more important to worry about. And that's how we're going to get 
out from under Bonnie Benedict." 

"What do you mean, Ron," Bob giggled. "I was on top most of the time." 

"All right you guys, come on...hey, come on!" Finally, the youngsters 
stopped laughing and beating Bob on the back, and listened to what Ron had 
to say. "Now I'm serious. Suppose Mrs. Benedict gets uptight about something 
and spills all she knows to our parents, you ever thought about that? No, I 
thought you hadn't. Well, listen, I been thinking for a while now about a 
way to get her off our backs and have a wild time in the bargain. You guys 
interested?" 

"Sure, Ron, sure," Tommie snickered. "I don't like it when she's on my back. 
I like it better when she's on my...." 

Tommie didn't get a chance to finish as he was swarmed under by the three 
other boys, who pummeled him fiercely, laughing and shouting at the same 
time. Their howling could be heard all over the parking lot, and people 
looked out of their car windows and smiled at the kids having some good 
clean fun. 

But Randy Russel didn't smile. He was sitting on the curb of a filling 
station just around the corner from the parking lot, feeling about as 
miserable as he possibly could. The muted sounds of the other boys' 
amusement seemed aimed directly at him, and at his damned father who was 
making a fool of himself over this woman who was nothing better than a 
common whore! 

The humiliated fifteen year old got up abruptly and began walking quickly 
down the street, toward his house over a mile distant. As he walked, a plan 
began to form in his troubled mind, a desperate plan which might save him 
and his father from this terrible woman. He worked desperately to fit the 
pieces together as he walked, and by the time he'd reached his house, the 
basic groundwork had been laid. He went into the living room and turned on 
the TV, but he couldn't concentrate on it; his brain was too taken up with 
the exciting aspects of his daring plan. He couldn't keep the mental visions 
of Mrs. Benedict doing all the things the guys had said she did out of his 
thoughts: sucking their cocks, letting them put their hands and fingers 
right up her cunt, and Tim Gilmore actually fucking her! 

Man! His own cock was rock-hard just from thinking about it. He twisted in 
his chair to loosen the straining crotch of his pants, then pressured his 
hand against his swollen penis. 

Crap, imagine having a bitch like her for a stepmother? But he knew his 
father would never believe him if he told him, and that's why he had to do 
it! 

A sensation of emptiness echoed through his belly. Frig! Did he have the 
nerve to trap her that way, then tell his father the whole thing: how she 
had seduced him and all about it? Dammit, yes, he did if he had 
to...anything to keep her out of his Mom's bed! 

Only he didn't have to do it yet, Randy satisfied himself, while he 
continued to rub his eagerly pulsing cock through his pants. She hadn't 
agreed to marry his Dad yet, and maybe she wouldn't; then he wouldn't have 
to do it at all. But dammit, he wished he had the guts to do it anyway! Man, 
he could just see her pretty mouth sucking his own cock while he fingered 
and looked right up her cunt!! She'd get up over him the way he'd seen other 
women doing in Ron's dirty pictures, with her ass above his face and he'd 
pull her panties down, maybe he'd stick his tongue in her pussy and stare at 
her naked little ass-hole while he sucked! 

Oh, frig, he had to beat his meat right now! He could always hear his Dad's 
car if it came into the driveway. Dammit, he had to! His prick was so hard 
it was beginning to hurt, and pretty soon his balls would start to ache if 
he didn't, he reasoned, switching out the light and taking out his 
handkerchief before unzipping his fly and releasing his rigid shaft of hot 
cock-flesh. 

Then, he stretched out his legs and by the light from the TV screen, began 
to stroke his cock vigorously, while his brain conjured up licentious scenes 
of Bonnie Benedict sucking him as he performed every lewd thing he could 
imagine on her! 

* * * 

Bonnie's evening had been one of the most miserable she could remember. 
Alone in her little apartment, she had wept silently for two hours after 
telling Mike she couldn't marry him. But, as painful and disgusting as were 
the vivid recollections of her depraved ravishment of Tim Gilmore the night 
before, she realized they were perverted acts she couldn't hold in check 
once her lecherousness reared its ugly head. And it was doubtful that she 
could ever change. 

The acceptance of that horrible fact filled her now, as she sat in her 
flimsy nightgown and negligee in her apartment living room, a third drink in 
her slightly shaky hand. She had ignored dinner after coming home from the 
church, the thought of food sickening to her in her present mood and the 
effects of the liquor far more appetizing as well as consoling. 

Oh Ross...Ross...if only he were here to help her! God, she felt like 
throwing herself down and crying her heart out. The truth of the matter was 
that if she were not already in love with Mike Russel, she soon would be if 
she kept seeing him. To say that it was better for them not to see any more 
of each other was a simple tiling, but to follow through with that platitude 
was another...and she had to think of Randy! 

Dear God, there was no question that she couldn't any longer trust herself. 
Like the fabled vampire's curse, there was nothing she could do to stop it 
once the vile urge came over her, and no pledge or vow she might make 
herself could ever endure long in that handsome darling's presence. In the 
end...Lord, what would it be like in the end? 

It had been so long since she'd been involved in a normal sex act with a 
man, and the odd part was that she'd had no desire that way. Only her young 
boy-cocks haunted her passion, practically driving her mad with desire. Even 
Mike, as much as she thought of him, hadn't aroused her libido...not that it 
was impossible if he tried, but he hadn't tried. And she hardly knew what 
she would do if he had. It always seemed somehow as if she would be 
violating her husband's memory. 

God, what a weird sense of propriety she had developed! The thought of going 
to bed with a man was offensive, but committing abnormal acts with and on 
his son would turn her on, if she as much as thought about it! 

Bonnie was roused from her torturous contemplation by the front doorbell. A 
quick glance at the clock told her it was almost ten-thirty. Who could be 
calling at this hour? With a clumsiness caused by her liberal consumption of 
alcohol, she weaved to the door, opening it immediately without thinking. 

"Mike!" she exclaimed in surprise. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Mike Russel had never been more than a social drinker; in fact, his friends 
often teased him about the fairly small quantity of liquor which was 
necessary to give him a good time. But that night, after he had left the 
meeting of the church youth group and ended up downtown in a bar, his 
performance had belied his reputation. It was as though the first three 
drinks didn't have any effect on his dejected frame of mind, and only after 
five did he realize that he was indeed getting very drunk. And then it had 
hit him all at once. 

He had spent the time at the bar fighting the urge to swallow his pride and 
go plead with Bonnie to reconsider her decision. Finally he had decided that 
he couldn't do that; it was beneath his dignity as a man, or what was left 
of it. But he did feel that he deserved an explanation, and the drunker he 
got the more he became convinced that Bonnie did in fact love him and was 
turning down his proposal only because of some shadowy fear that was 
secreted deep in her mind. And after drink number six, he had decided to 
face the beautiful exotic woman he loved once more and that very night, 
whatever the consequences. 

And so there he was, standing in front of her open door foolishly, feeling 
all of a sudden like a schoolboy trying to ask his girl why she had not 
invited him to her birthday party. He was even a little frightened, 
unconsciously afraid he might find out that Bonnie didn't love him after 
all. 

"I...want to talk to you, Bonnie!" he said a bit thickly, his jacket hanging 
open, his tie slightly askew. "Please, may I come in?" 

Momentarily, Bonnie hesitated. "Of course...come in. Sit down, Mike. Mike. 
You've been drinking, haven't you." It was a statement rather than a 
question, and she resumed her place on the couch across from the chair he 
chose to crumble into. 

"As they say in the soap operas, I've been drowning my sorrows, and 
seemingly doing a damned poor job of it," he admitted, finding his pipe and 
sticking it between his teeth, as if its presence were necessary to bolster 
his confidence. "But then, I seem to do a damned poor job at just about 
everything, don't I, Bonnie?" 

"If...if you're referring to us, Mike, and what I told you this 
evening...it's not your fault," the young blonde widow said softly, 
realizing exactly what he was getting at and why he had come. "My decision 
has nothing to do with you...." 

"Nothing to do with me?" the agonized widower blurted, moving forward to the 
edge of his chair and snatching the pipe from his mouth. "How the hell can 
you say a thing like that? It has everything to do with me! Dammit, I'm in 
love with you, Bonnie!" 

"Please, Mike...don't make it any harder for me!" the scantily-clad woman 
said, getting aimlessly to her feet to move across the room and stare out 
the darkened window at the street below. She sensed him behind her, and then 
suddenly his hands were slipping around her waist, the warm presence of his 
strong lean body immediately arousing a feeling of safety inside her. His 
hands clasped one another over the trembling plane of her belly and he drew 
her back against him, kissing the crown of her head affectionately. 

"I don't want to make it difficult for you, Bonnie, believe me I don't," he 
half-whispered hoarsely. "I just want to help you. Whatever it is! Don't you 
understand what I'm saying? I-I love you, baby...I want you to be my 
wife...!" 

A wave of heartfelt emotion, the equal of which she had not known since her 
husband died, washed through Bonnie at the gentle sincerity of his tone. The 
effect it had on her pain-filled conscience was like a soothing balm. He was 
Ross all over again, except for the enveloping aura of his pipe tobacco, an 
aroma that seemed to spell security and a loving depth of soul that made him 
uniquely Mike...Mike Russel! And so moving was his presence to her, so 
completely did his warm voice soothe the terrible fears which had torn at 
her ever since her perverse seduction of little Tim Gilmore, that she 
couldn't keep herself from pressing back into the comforting embrace of his 
arms. She was so lonely...so afraid. She would do anything to be able to say 
yes to this wonderful understanding man...anything! If only it weren't 
for...yes, if only....! 

And then she felt it the masculine hardness of his rising penis stirring up 
against her scantily covered buttocks, inspiring a sense of longing and 
desire she hadn't known for so, so long! She knew what he was thinking, and 
she knew what her reply was going to be what it had to be at that moment 
when she was alone and insecure and he was offering her solace and a loving 
heart. She let her smaller hands slide down to cover his, clasping them 
warmly. 

"Don't ask me questions, Mike darling," the beautiful young widow said in a 
whisper, tilting her head back against the broad shelter of his protective 
shoulder, her temple brushing against his chin. "I can't...won't answer 
them. J-just hold me...think of us as already being husband and wife...and 
we're in our own little honeymoon privacy...just the two of us, with no one, 
nothing else in the world that matters! M-make love to me, Mike, my 
darling...!" 

She turned, receptive in his arms, and his liquor-dazed brain reeled 
sensually at her seductively sultry voice and the passion of her unexpected 
request. 

In the shadows of the sparsely lighted room, Mike looked down into her 
beautiful face as she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lush 
body slowly but pointedly against his own. He felt his painfully bulging 
cock suddenly straining against the soft give of her belly and her full 
outthrust breasts flattening against his broad chest. Those enchanting eyes 
were closed, and her full sensuous lips offered up to him. 

He kissed them, grinding his own eager mouth down onto hers with a 
tongue-thrusting excitement he had forgotten existed, his big hands 
smoothing down her arched and hollowed back to the enticingly molded swells 
of her buttocks. He caressed them hungrily until his fingers clutched their 
firmness and drew her negligee-covered loins breathlessly against him, his 
hardened penis furrowing into her softly heaving belly. 

"I love you, Mike Russel!" the voluptuous blonde widow gasped when he raised 
his face to absorb her beauty. "I never thought I could love a man 
again...but I do...I love you!" 

The tall, dark-haired man could only listen and marvel at the intoxicating 
words tumbling from her lips. He hardly believed that it was happening. Less 
than an hour before he was a dejected and angry man. And now he was a lover, 
with his own true darling offering herself to him! And she was, he knew! 

"You're going to do things to me, aren't you, darling?" Bonnie whispered 
excitedly. 

He kissed her. "I'm going to make love to you, if that's what you mean!" 

"I know...and I want you to, lover! I want you to fuck me silly!" 

Following the utterance of the stimulating four-letter word, she kissed him 
while he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. The vile and 
beautiful sound of that word falling so freely from her delicate lips made 
Mike's fully erect cock leap uncontrollably as wild jolts of anticipation 
charged from his churning loins into his belly to ripple back and forth 
there. 

Christ, he loved her! 

He lowered her gently onto the large double bed, then took a step backward 
to view her absolute beauty. Damn, she was like an untamed sun goddess! 

"You undress, darling, while I do!" Bonnie whispered, sitting up to remove 
her negligee as he stood there. Mike threw off his jacket and tore at his 
tie, his eyes fastened upon the enrapturing body his high-school love 
revealed to him with a charm he couldn't even measure. And then she lay 
back, her luscious breasts thrust up at him pointedly, her legs slightly 
raised in ready anticipation, parting slowly until he could see the 
ravishing, hair-fringed center of her womanhood and the pink pulsating slit 
sheltering her eagerly waiting cunt! 

He kicked off his shorts, his rigidly stiff cock slashing the air wildly as 
she raised a bit to look at him, then fell back with a gasp of breath. 

"Love me, darling!" she gasped plaintively. "Oh God, Mike, please love me 
good...!" 

Love me good? Christ, he swore in his head as he crawled onto the bed. He'd 
love to fuck her until she couldn't breathe! He already loved her to the 
point of distraction! His goddamned cock was so hard it almost didn't have 
any feeling! He'd kill himself and her too! 

He climbed half onto her and kissed her, feeling her tongue sensuously 
darting into his mouth. He'd never believed it could happen...not 
really....! 

Bonnie refused to think. To concentrate, to imagine herself lying prone and 
open, offering herself to this wonderful man, or any man, if she thought 
about it--it seemed sacrilegious! Yet, as he came onto the bed and engulfed 
her in his arms, she pressed her smoothly naked thigh up against his hirsute 
loins, feeling the sweeping moisture from his iron-hard penis against her 
satiny flesh as it escaped from his turgid cock-head! 

"Oh...oohhhh God, Mike! I-I . . I want to know every inch of you!" she 
hissed, running her fingers through his dark hair, her breath warm and sweet 
in his face. 

He lay on top of her as she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his open 
mouth as he moved his big hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her 
squirming buttocks, cradling her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in his palms and 
splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him as her hands explored his lean 
masculine body, searching eagerly into the private hollows of him. Her head 
swam with the thrilling delight of the moment, with the anticipation of her 
fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she needed him! How she was always going 
to need him! How she would love him forever and ever and ever! 

His massively thickened cock pulsed with a warm virile strength against her 
sensitive flesh, its bulbous head splitting the narrow, hair-lined furrow of 
her pussy, lying poised and ready as if it might thrust into her at any 
second of its own accord. The thought excited her beyond belief, and she 
used her fingertips to spread her moistly heated vaginal lips, offering even 
greater teasing contact to his steel-hard cock with her velvety cuntal 
crevice. Then she dropped back onto the bed again, the elongated shaft of 
his penis enfolded in her soft warm flesh. 

"Do it to me," the shamelessly aroused widow pleaded. "Fuck me, darling. 
Fuck me!" 

Mike's brain continued to swirl from the erotic enchantment of her nakedly 
inviting body, and her lewd, exciting entreaties. Damn, he had forgotten it 
could be like this, that a man could completely lose all sense of 
perspective when he lay between the legs of a sensual woman, especially the 
woman he loved! He trailed his hands hungrily over the soft curves of her 
naked body while she began a slow up and down undulation of her hips and 
buttocks. The incredulous dark-haired man could feel the smooth muscles 
beneath her satiny skin ripple lightly, indicating a hidden unexpected 
strength he would not have imagined. In his lust-fired mind he could almost 
feel how those soft but powerful sinews in her thighs would grip at his ribs 
when he buried his anxious cock far up inside her hot little belly. 

Bonnie whimpered, cat-like, and mashed her hungering mouth against his, 
writhing her flat belly tightly up to him, her long nails beginning to 
gently rake the flesh of his back as he drew her impassioned cuntal furrow 
up closer to his own. He tasted the nectar of her open mouth and tongue, and 
he began to move up and down slowly, the insinuating length of his male 
hardness massaging the full wet length of her widespread cunt-slit with its 
hair-lined lips wrapped so warmly and damply around his pulsating prick. He 
felt her firmly rounded buttocks tauten and relax in his hands as she began 
a more frantic rotation up against his teasing penis until at last her legs 
shot out wide to the left and right of his grinding hips and thighs, her 
calves returning to encircle and press against the backs of his legs, 
pulling and locking him tighter into her. 

"Ooohhhh...Mike! Don't make me wait any longer! Fuck me, 
darling...please....! Fuck me before I go mad!" she groaned against his 
lips, her panting breath hot in his face, her hand darting down between them 
to grasp his warmly throbbing cock and guide it further into her between the 
velvety flanges of her eagerly quivering cuntal passage. 

Randy's father grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any 
longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his hardened 
cock-shaft with one smooth thrust deep up into the hot grasping mouth of her 
hungrily sucking vagina. 

"Ooohhhhhhh!" Bonnie moaned in obscene delight under him while the amazing 
tightness of her lust-moistened passage walls rippled against his penile 
shaft with a skilled muscle control that raised another guttural grunt of 
pleasure from deep in his throat. 

He thrust eagerly, sending his aching cock up into her tight little cunt 
with a passionate force, whipping her breath away as he plunged far up into 
her belly, the flow of her lubricating secretions easing the way with every 
pummeling stroke, until at last the blood-engorged head of his thickened 
cock scraped against her cervix and his heavy balls slapped hard between her 
excitedly clenched ass-cheeks. 

Bonnie whimpered with the sensations of pleasure his heavy cock immediately 
brought her, even as she writhed under him in a brief moment of pain when 
its bloated head solidly nudged her cervix and her whimper became an 
unmistakable cry of abandon that added fuel to his mounting lust. He fucked 
harder, his almost sadistic reaction surprising her as he ground his 
demanding pelvis up into her receptive belly, surprising and feeding her own 
masochistic need with each flexing of its swollen head at the apex of his 
thrust, until finally he paused and just lay there, his thick, rigid penis 
totally filling the hungry cavity between her lewdly splayed legs. 

He kissed her then, his groping hands caressing and squeezing her swollen 
up-thrust breasts appreciatively, his searching tongue exploring her mouth. 
The desire-influenced taste of his masculine breath as almost forgotten 
ecstasy to her. The abandoned widow sucked at his tongue while she smoothed 
her hands possessively over his naked buttocks, and the erotic joy saturated 
her whole love-starved body. 

God, she did love him! She did! His virile strength was flowing through her 
sensual body by way of his hotly conquering penis entombed up in her belly, 
and little purring sounds of servitude tumbled unrestrainedly from her mouth 
as she lay beneath him completely subjugated to his merest whim, entirely 
impaled on his lust-hardened cock probing the most intimate depths of her 
clutching vaginal channel! 

Oh God, he was so absolute! There was no question that he owned her 
completely at that very moment! She could never remember being so dominated, 
so loved, so totally a possession and the enchanting sensation was 
stimulating a vein of masochism she had never realized was a part of her! 
God, she would marry him...she would...she would! 

Mike's liquor-drenched brain could barely cope with the carnal bliss 
immersing it! It still didn't seem possible that what was taking place was a 
reality! Surely he would wake up soon and it would be all over, only a 
dream, except that his thick aching cock would be like a" fence-post...yet, 
no! It was wholly buried' inside her hot little belly, between her spread 
legs, in the magnificent sucking depths of her naked cunt! And those were 
her breasts he was squeezing and fondling, her belly he lay upon, her hot 
mouth he was kissing! 

Christ! She had really given herself to him! She loved him, had asked him to 
fuck her, just like that.. .fuck me silly! Goddamn! They were going to be so 
happy, so beautifully happy.. . ! 

"Oh darling, darling!! " he heard her choke passionately. "I love you! I 
want to marry you, Mike! Please...I want to...!" she gasped. Her words and 
her thoughts were confused in her ecstasy, he knew, but she meant them, and 
nothing else mattered! 

"We'll be the happiest people in the world!" he whispered down at her. 

"And well...we'll fuck every morning and...and every night!" she breathed. 

"And all day Sunday!" 

"I'll suck it for you, darling!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Whenever you want me 
to...and even when you don't." 

"Oh...oh Christ!" Mike choked, beginning a series of flexing cock-head 
actions once more, and raising a sequence of gurgling moans from between her 
passionately clenched teeth. 

She labored up against him as he ground harder up into her hotly clutching 
vagina as her loins arched up to him in unrestrained eagerness, again 
lifting both their bodies from the bed while she whimpered incessantly and 
he again began his powerful fucking tempo. 

He felt her smooth legs tighten and release around his pumping hips as she 
started to work her hot little pussy up and down industriously on his rigid 
pole of flesh until they had established a mutual cadence and her head 
started to loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side while her mouth 
opened and closed in orgiastic abandon! 

"Oh Mike...darling, darling...promise you'll never leave me! I need you so," 
she gasped in her mounting passion. "Ooohhhh...your wonderful big cock...I 
can feel it way up in my belly! Oh...oh God, lover, do...fuck me more! Make 
me your woman...your slave! Ooohh . . .put your...your finger in my 
bottom...my ass-hole! Please...hurry...!" she begged wantonly. 

Her plea set off a maddening current of lewd sensations within him, causing 
a new tremor of licentiousness to race furiously to his wildly pistoning 
penis, his brain, and his groping hands. He searched in under her to the 
sweat-slickened crevice separating her rounded buttocks while he pounded his 
ever-growing cock up into the velvety dampness of her hotly seething cunt. 

He sought her anus with his outstretched middle finger, trailing along the 
furrowed smoothness between her undulating ass-cheeks and finding it without 
difficulty, finding it wetly puckering from a slippery rivulet of warm 
cuntal moisture that had dribbled down from where his thick relentless cock 
fucked in and out of her hair-lined opening. She shivered in lascivious 
delight as he taunted the puckered little mouth, further lubricating the 
tiny orifice with the tip of his middle finger. 

Randy's father felt the naked blonde widow's tautly grinding buttocks press 
back onto his stiffened finger as he pushed against the tiny anal opening, 
surprised at first by its resistance. And then, abruptly, her anus popped 
inward, the spongy elastic ring seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb 
and suck his thick finger up inside as far as the first knuckle joint. She 
lurched beneath him, almost as though she were trying to escape the 
invasion, but he knew different. 

"Oh...ooohhh, God...yessss, darling! A-all the way . . more...oh...all the 
way, lover...!" 

Mike felt almost barbaric and his overpowering feeling of superiority over 
her grew to an even greater intensity. Christ, not with his wife or with any 
woman he could remember had he known such lascivious passion! His brain was 
a saturated sponge of lust! He thrust his embedded finger farther up into 
her hotly clasping rectal passage while simultaneously increasing the stroke 
of his pillaging penis up into the warm lubricated channel of her engulfing 
cunt, feeling her rubbery rectal walls encase the length of his probing 
finger to the palm of his hand, raising a choking erotic groan that seemed 
to come from the depths of her belly. 

The twice-impaled blonde skewered her naked buttocks shamelessly back onto 
his extended middle finger that was searching and circling the forbidden 
sanctuary of her nether channel, seeming to revel in its unnatural presence 
as he rotated it experimentally. He massaged the hot buttery walls, feeling 
the in-and-out thrusts of his rigidly pounding cock through the thin 
partition separating the two intimate channels, feeling his throbbing penis 
with his exploring finger and his finger against the sensitivity of his 
aching organ. 

Christ, he thought wildly, what a woman she was! He'd never dreamed that her 
beautiful body might contain such a hidden drive. Damn, was he man enough 
for her? Already his sperm-filled balls had begun to churn with the massive 
pressure that had started to build in his loins! But he couldn't fail her, 
that would certainly spell the end of everything for them! 

He tried to establish a combination tempo of finger and cock, until he was 
fucking up into her in furious unison while she moaned and writhed 
unceasingly under him. The naked widow had now spread her long legs to the 
fullest, allowing him complete access to her openly displayed vagina. Then, 
suddenly, he sensed his punished cock expanding more and more, growing 
inside her wet vagina toward that ultimate moment when it would erupt like a 
boiling volcano. Its ever increasing needle-like pressure mounted 
unbelievably in his cum-bloated balls as they smacked in a steady cadence 
between her moistly working buttocks and against his own probing hand with 
its finger buried far up in the heated recesses of her rectum. 

Oh damn, he couldn't last much longer! She was just too much for his 
unpracticed staying power! God, he didn't want to disappoint her...not this, 
their first time...but...but his wildly jerking cock was ready to shatter 
with the load he was going to blow through it! 

He began fucking into her with body-jolting strokes while his finger wormed 
up and fucked into her desperately clasping back passage. Once again she 
gripped him tightly over his back with her legs, her beautiful face 
contorting in a frantic mask of animal lust, and he hoped dazedly that she 
was getting ready to cum. He just couldn't last another minute....! 

Mike heard her little whimpering moans then, tiny guttural sounds that were 
rising into her throat, and he felt her thighs opening and closing around 
him as she thrust upward onto his mercilessly pounding cock and backward 
onto his plunging finger to the tempo of his powerful ravaging of her 
defenseless loins. 

"Oooohhhh...harder, darling! Fuck harder...harderrr!" Bonnie urged, driving 
her heels into the hard flesh of his back. Abruptly, she drew her legs back 
higher, locking her ankles over his broad shoulders, presenting him with the 
nakedly widespread plane of her upraised pussy, her eyes and teeth locked 
tightly together as her lovely face twisted and strained in the first throes 
of orgasm. 

"Oohhh...oh Goddd, Mike.. . ! I'm cuummmiinnngggg...!" 

The voluptuous blonde whimpered, then moaned long and low, pulling her 
thighs back tighter, thrusting her hungrily sucking vaginal slit up at his 
long hard cock with bruising force, her mouth falling loosely open, her 
nostrils flaring, choking gasps tumbling from her whitened lips as she 
screwed desperately up onto him, pushing her loins up to receive his 
pounding cock and clinging there while the hot moist walls of her vagina 
milked at his driving rod of flesh like the mouth of a starving child. 

Her ecstasy triggered Mike's climax as he continued to hammer up into her, 
feeling her cunt walls secrete their warm slippery bath around his pistoning 
cock, flooding his distending shaft and balls and hand, her velvety rectal 
flesh grasping and working convulsively at his buried finger. And as she 
jerked and squirmed beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her 
sucking cunt drawing at him feverishly, her breathing labored in deep gasps, 
he felt his own hot sperm racing the length of his penis before spurting 
from the tip of his convulsing prick far up into her greedily clasping cunt. 

His hot roiling sperm delighted Bonnie's craving belly as she thrust her 
loins up tightly against his jerking pelvis, his magnificently pumping cock 
tripping her insatiable lust even a second time. 

"Oh...oh God! Don't stop, lover! Fuck me hard...oohhh! I'm 
cuuummmiiinnnnngggg againnnnn...eeeiiiggghhh...!" she wailed ecstatically, 
her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with her second climax from the 
unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was spilling into her. At last Mike 
slumped heavily on top of her, easing his finger from her rectum with a lewd 
hissing sound while the shapely widow encircled him possessively with her 
arms and legs. And it was over! The fully satiated blonde sighed chokingly 
from deep in her chest, her legs slowly falling limp while her heart pounded 
against his breast. At last she had been fulfilled again in normal sex! Oh 
God, how wonderful! It...it was going to be all right! Yes...yes...yes! 
Everything was going to be beautiful for them, from now until forever 
after.. . ! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Randy Russel slumped down in his chair at the breakfast table, his long 
brown hair as yet uncombed and his eyes somewhat bloodshot from lack of 
sleep. He toyed halfheartedly with his breakfast cereal, but his thoughts 
were elsewhere, and there was a worried look on his youthful face. 

It had been after two o'clock the night before when his father had finally 
arrived home. Mike had tried to tiptoe into the house without disturbing his 
son, but Randy hadn't been asleep. The bitter teenager had been tossing and 
turning all night, unable to think of a single place his father could have 
been at that late hour except with that bitch Bonnie Benedict, and the more 
he had thought about it, the more angry and hurt he had become. And now, 
this morning, he had heard his father singing in the shower, which could 
only mean that the older man was very happy about something and 

Randy was terribly afraid he knew what that something was. 

Well, he'd soon know for sure, the worried youngster thought to himself. And 
if it was true...if what he was afraid of had really happened...if his 
father had been stupid enough to.... 

"Good morning, son. Got your breakfast already, I see." 

Randy didn't look up as his father walked into the kitchen, but merely 
grunted what sounded like an answer. 

"What've you got out? Corn flakes?" Mike continued, unaware of the turmoil 
going on behind his son's outwardly calm facade. "How about dishing me out 
some of those." 

Again the handsome teenager didn't answer, but simply got up, walked over to 
the cupboard to get a bowl, and then returned to fill it with cereal. This 
time his father looked at him closely. 

"Say, you don't look too wide-awake this morning. What time did you get to 
bed last night?" 

"Oh, not too late," Randy mumbled, filling his mouth quickly with a spoonful 
of cereal. "I guess I just didn't sleep too good or something." 

"Well, I slept like the proverbial bug in a rug," Mike chuckled as he sat 
down, reaching for the milk and sugar at the same time. It was obvious that 
he was in a good humor, and that nothing was going to change it. "You want 
some toast." 

"No thanks." 

The church youth leader looked up at his son and then back down at his bowl. 
It was apparent that something was bothering the boy and his perceptive 
father was pretty sure he knew what it was. Well, like it or not, Randy was 
going to have to accept the fact that his father was not going to live the 
rest of his life in isolation, especially since Bonnie had changed her mind 
the night before. Maybe this wasn't the best time to break the news to his 
son, but Mike had already decided not to coddle the boy or give any 
recognition to his childish objections about the upcoming marriage. 

"I've got some good news for you, Randy, the older man said, watching his 
son's face closely. "Bonnie Benedict has agreed to marry me. And that's made 
me very happy. I fully expect that you'll accept and welcome her as my 
wife...and as your new mother." 

Randy felt his cereal rising in his throat as his worst fears were realized. 
His father was going to marry that...that...Randy couldn't even think of a 
word bad enough! He wanted to shout at his father, to tell him what all the 
guys had been saying the night before at the drive-in, to open his eyes to 
the kind of woman he was talking about. But he couldn't. First of all he 
didn't get a chance. His father never even gave him time to say a word. He 
was talking on and on, releasing more of his exuberance, until Randy wanted 
to scream. And in the second place, the upset fifteen year old knew there 
wasn't a chance in the world that his father would even listen to the truth, 
much less believe it. It was hopeless! 

The tall, hard-muscled father was quite conscious of the effect his abrupt 
announcement was having on his son, but he had no intention of trying to 
soften the blow or coddle the boy. In his estimation, Randy was being 
totally selfish and unrealistic about it, and to indulge him, Mike felt, 
would be the equivalent of admitting to irreverence for his dead wife's 
memory, which couldn't be farther from the truth. 

His coming marriage to Bonnie seemed to be a fact now only the date had to 
be set, and there wasn't a happier man in the world. Now, it was up to his 
son to see and understand this, and above all, to accept it as inevitable. 

In his normal manner, Mike carried on a light conversation as he drove Randy 
to school later on, not dwelling on the marriage issue but covering the 
usual things such as the sport scene and the like that they always bantered 
back and forth. It was, in fact, a one-sided conversation, with little more 
than grunts emitting from the boy's handsome tight-lipped face, but Mike 
absolutely refused to acknowledge Randy's obvious bitterness. Might as well 
get it settled in his young mind once and for all. He was going to have a 
beautiful new mother and his father was going to have a magnificent new 
wife! Damn, he couldn't rid his mind for more than a moment at a time of how 
lustfully breathtaking their lovemaking the night before had been. 

It is not going to happen! the teenager kept repeating to himself long after 
his father had left him in the school parking lot, and he walked dazedly 
along in numbed rage, either avoiding or ignoring his buddies as his brain 
functioned insidiously. A half-dozen times he had nearly spat out everything 
he knew about this terrible woman to his dad, but somehow he'd kept hold of 
himself, realizing that he never would have been believed and in the end he 
probably would only have brought on his unwitting parent's indignation. No, 
there was only one way to handle it now. He would resort to his plan! The 
realization that he had no choice but to entrap his father's mistress, just 
as she had done to so many guys, caused a galvanic sensation of apprehension 
mixed with racy excitement to charge through him. 

Man, was he capable of it? Would he turn chicken when the time came? 
Supposing she didn't come on with him like she had with Ron 

Jerrers and Bob Hunter and the other guys. 

Hell, she had to! That was the only way he could stop her from marrying his 
dad and ruining his life, as well as his own life. Besides, what about his 
mother's memory? Jeez, he couldn't lose his nerve now! He just couldn't! 

* * * 

It had been a long time since Bonnie Benedict had looked upon her existence 
with a feeling of absolute normalcy permeating her whole being. She was in 
love again! Truly in love and, God, with such a wonderful man. There was no 
question in her mind now that, with the strength of Mike's love, she could 
renew her sacred pledge and keep it. She would never again seduce or attempt 
to seduce another boy. It was all over and done with, behind her, and a new 
and magnificent world of enchantment had been opened to her. Bonnie smiled 
as she busied herself industriously around her small apartment, clearing 
away and washing her few dinner dishes and straightening up the front room. 
Mike wasn't coming over tonight. He had already called to tell her that he 
had promised to go bowling with a few of the boys from the church group. But 
Bonnie like to keep house anyway. It satisfied a desire she'd always had for 
order and neatness. 

The newly contented widow went to the walnut cabinet bar in a comer of the 
living room and began fixing a pitcher of daiquiris. After all, she was 
going to be home alone tonight, and there was no danger if the liquor acted 
as a stimulant on her libido as it usually did. This thought alone was 
enough to send a tiny shiver of tremulous delight rippling up along her 
spine as she remembered the ecstasy she'd experienced the night before with 
Mike Russel. 

God, she had hardly been able to get to sleep after he'd left, with the 
ravishing memorable feel of his massive cock buried so deeply in her needing 
loins. And to think of it right at that moment was enough to set her off in 
a sensuous tizzy. Again, a slight tremor of arousal danced up the smooth 
flesh of her back and she felt the moisture dampening her panties between 
her thighs. 

Lord, this was no time for carnal meditation, she admonished herself 
happily, pleased that the mere thought of her lover and future husband could 
do such rapturous things to her. Oh, they were going to be happy, and she 
would make Randy a good and proper mother. She would! She felt certain of it 
now, absolutely certain. 

The tapping on her door interrupted her buoyant absorption. "Who is it?" 
Bonnie called out reflectively. 

"It's Tim Gilmore," came the voice through the door. 

Tim Gilmore? What could he want, Bonnie asked herself as she went to the 
door. She opened it slowly, as though she expected to find someone other 
than Tim there. 

"Hello, Mrs. Ben...Bonn...Mrs. Benedict," the red-haired boy smiled, as if 
debating his right to use her first name as she'd instructed him to only two 
nights before. 

Bonnie caught his intention, of course, and a warning flashed in her brain 
as she recalled instantaneously the lurid frailty of her weakest moments. 
She knew immediately what the youngster was there for, and she knew as well 
that she had to keep complete control of the situation, as though nothing 
had ever happened. 

"What can I do for you, Tim? she asked, somewhat brusquely. 

"Could I come in, ma'am? I'd like to talk to you, and it's sorta private, 
you know." Tim was staring raptly at Bonnie's up-thrust breasts as they 
pressed through her low-cut blouse against the door, and her sleek thighs 
visible below the short skirt she was wearing were already making his 
excited cock jerk up inside his pants. "It's about...you know, about that 
collection plate business. I been feeling awfully bad about it." 

"And so you should, Tim. It was a terrible thing to do. But I don't see what 
we can gain by talking anymore about it." Bonnie was deliberately making her 
voice cold and harsh, determined that she wouldn't let him into the 
apartment. Not that she couldn't trust herself.... 

"Don't you see, Mrs. Benedict, I been feeling real awful about what I 
did...you know, guilty and everything...and I need to talk to somebody about 
it." Tim's manner was taking on much more nonchalance as he figured he had 
nothing to lose. After all, he had as much on her as she had on him. How 
could she ever prove he'd stolen from the collection plate now? But he could 
sure make things hot for her if he told what she'd done to him, especially 
with all the guys backing him up. "So I thought I'd talk to you," he 
continued, "you know, seeing as how you said you were my girl friend and 
everything...and that we'd play more games like we did.... 

"Stop that talk, Tim! Stop this instant!" Bonnie snapped in a hissing voice. 
"And don't ever call me Bonnie again! My name is Mrs. Benedict." 

"But you said...." 

"I never said anything, young man! I don't even know what you're talking 
about! But I am certain that I don't like what I just heard!" she spat at 
him, steeling herself, determined to overwhelm him by sheer adult brass. 
"And if I were you, Mister Gilmore, I wouldn't forget that your father might 
be very interested in your career as a thief...and believe me, my word would 
be all that was necessary to convince him!" 

Tim sensed the sudden spurt of courage he had enjoyed drained from him. She 
seemed so friggin' confident! Maybe, she knew something he didn't. Maybe 
they'd just laugh at him if he told the truth. That's the way adults were 
like a great big pack of wolves doing whatever they wanted and protecting 
each other while at the same time they told their kids all the "rights" and 
"wrongs". And to think he hadn't slept for two nights, just thinking about 
her and the way she'd fucked and sucked him! His cock was sore and his groin 
ached from jerking off so much the last two days. He'd been meaning to tell 
her what the other guys were planning for her, too, but he was damned if he 
would do that now. 

The confused youth found himself staring at the Sunday school youth sponsor 
with disbelief in his eyes, staring at the way her wispy black negligee 
clung to the rounded half-moons of her buttocks, the same ass-cheeks he'd 
seen completely naked the last time he was here. And her legs and her tits 
had he really touched and fondled them or had it all been a dream? He was 
brought out of his dismayed reverie by Bonnie's sharp voice. 

"Is that all you wanted, Tim? If so, I have some work I have to do." 

"But...but, Mrs. Benedict.. . " the freckled-face teenager spluttered 
ineffectually, almost on the verge of tears from his confusion. 

"Good night, Tim!" 

And the door shut in his face. The surprised boy stood for a moment in the 
hall as his embarrassment and hurt quickly turned to adolescent anger. All 
right! Goddamn her then! He wouldn't tell her what the guys had planned; she 
deserved it! And he'd do his part in it too! He'd teach her to lie to him! 
She'd wish she'd never turned her back on him! 

And inside the apartment, Bonnie leaned her back against the door, a smile 
of triumphant satisfaction on her face as she heard Tim walk away from the 
door. She was now confidently aware of her ability to suppress the lecherous 
agitation Tim's presence had raised in her. God, she could have done 
whatever she wanted to him! He'd even expected her to! And the dampness 
against her panties was still a profound reminder of her salacious drive. 
But she had beaten it! This time, she knew, she had really and truly beaten 
it! 

The rest of the evening passed quickly for Bonnie. She was in a rhapsodic 
mood, reveling in the victory over her previous unnatural desires that now 
seemed imminent, and she had several drinks from her daiquiri pitcher. In 
fact, about 8:30 she had to make herself another little batch to tide her 
over, and by nine she was already halfway through that. 

The voluptuous Sunday school teacher felt ecstatically free, as though a ton 
of bricks had just been lifted from her soul. She was suddenly aware of the 
tremendous pressure she had been under for as long as she could remember in 
fact, ever since that first affair with her younger cousin so long ago. As 
if in celebration of her new found freedom, her escape from the confines of 
her abnormal desires, she had undressed soon after Tim left, had slipped 
into her usual at-home ensemble of brassiere, panties and negligee, and had 
stretched out on the sofa with her glass and re-filled daiquiri pitcher. Her 
mind was floating with more than a little dizziness now, but she didn't 
care. She was happy and proud of herself, and she felt that she'd earned a 
little fling. Besides, what could it hurt now? 

The intoxicated blonde widow could think of nothing else but her forthcoming 
marriage. It was going to be heavenly, living under the same roof with Mike 
and his handsome son. Randy was such a beautiful boy, too, but she would 
have to keep him in his proper perspective. She must never think of him in 
any other way than she might her own child, and after the episode with Tim 
that evening she felt confident that she could carry her resolve through. 

Oh, there would undoubtedly be little forbidden thoughts of desire when she 
looked at him, just as there were at that very moment in the mere thinking 
of him, but one could not expect to shed such a strong fixation in one day, 
even with her dreamy thoughts of Mike and their future together to bolster 
her determination. 

Bonnie took another sip from her daiquiri and gazed languidly at the 
lemonade-colored liquid. She knew that the liquor was like ambrosia to her, 
that it played havoc with her libido and sexual desires. She didn't know 
why, and at the moment didn't care, but it was a fact. It was doing exactly 
that right at that moment, and as she thought about her beautiful Mike and 
his forbidden but enticing young son, the more certain she became that 
alcohol might indeed be her nemesis. 

She lay back on the sofa, her brain pleasantly fogged by the daiquiris she'd 
consumed, and recalled how she could have taken the eager Tim Gilmore 
earlier that evening and done anything she'd wanted with him. She tried now 
to picture his face, but through her dazed mind the only picture that was 
forthcoming was that of Mike's inviting son, Randy, his innocent face 
presented up to her with a childishly touching pleading as the look that had 
been in Tim's eyes as he had stood at her door was transferred to Randy's. 

Bonnie moaned slightly, her eyes closed, one hand clasping her glass and the 
other resting lightly on one scantily covered thigh. She knew she shouldn't 
even entertain such thoughts, not if she were planning to move into the same 
house with the young boy, but somehow she just couldn't help it. As if in 
response to her mind's vacillation, her hand crept slowly down toward the 
cleft of her slightly splayed thighs, smoothing lightly across her quivering 
belly to approach the panty-clad entrance to her hidden pussy. Perhaps she 
might go take a long soak in the tub, she thought languorously, just to 
relax herself completely...and perhaps she might touch herself down there, 
as she often did...just to really relax herself totally...just to make this 
lovely evening complete. 

The ravishing young widow was brought down from her dreamy plateau of 
arousal by an abrupt knocking on her front door. She glanced down quickly at 
her state of near-undress, stubbing out her cigarette at the same time and 
wondering who it might be. Surely Tim Gilmore had not decided to press his 
luck! 

"Yes, who is it?" 

"It's...it's m-me, Mrs. Benedict...Randy Russel...." came the hesitant voice 
from behind the door. 

Bonnie's heart leaped to her throat! Randy? It was almost as though he had 
heard her most secret thoughts and had come in response to them, and it took 
Bonnie a few moments to shake this thought from her fogged brain. What could 
he want at such a late hour? It was as though the very sound of his voice 
had set off a spark of illicit desire in Bonnie's semi-aroused loins, and 
the intoxicated woman fought quickly to still it. 

On the other side of the door, Mike Russel's young son stood nervously, 
fidgeting and clenching his fists up tight into little balls. Why didn't she 
answer? Why didn't she say something? The marginal courage that had carried 
the boy this far began to falter, and he didn't know if he could go through 
with it. 

"I...if you're busy, m-ma'am...uhh...." 

Oh shit, maybe he shouldn't ever have come! When he'd been there earlier 
that night and seen Tim Gilmore going into Mrs. Benedict's apartment, he had 
really lost his nerve. He'd stayed hidden in the bushes across the street 
until Tim had come out less than five minutes later, looking angry and 
disgusted. And then it had been impossible for him to go in! He was so 
scared that he'd even gone home. But finally, in the safety of his own room, 
he'd regained his-courage, especially after helping himself to a little of 
his father's sour-mash bourbon, and he'd come back. But would she believe 
him? Was his excuse good enough? Maybe she wouldn't go along with it like 
she had with the other guys. 

"Mrs. Benedict.. . ? " Why didn't she say something? 

"Yes...yes, Randy, I'm here...what is it?" 

"I-I was just going home in front of your place and...I fell off my 
bike...." Randy couldn't go on. He had fallen from his bike early that 
morning, and the bruise it had left on his thigh had given him the idea for 
the ruse. But now it sounded very flimsy in his ear. 

"Oh, you poor darling," Bonnie responded, throwing open the front door 
without regard to her state of near-nakedness, concerned only for the 
youngster's well-being. "Are you hurt? Is it bad?" 

"No...no, I don't think so...." Randy managed, astounded by the picture that 
confronted him as the door swung quickly open. 

His eyes widened disbelievingly at the way his father's fiancee was dressed 
or almost undressed, he realized as she stood with the light behind her. 
Christ almighty, she was only wearing little panties and a brassiere, and he 
could see right through her negligee. All of her beautiful legs and the 
little swollen place between her thighs and the way her tits stuck right out 
with the deep crease between them was visible to his incredulous gaze. 

"Are you sure? Where are you hurt?" Bonnie's voice was full of concern now, 
exaggerated a little by her daiquiri-induced disorientation. 

Randy abruptly knew he couldn't go through with it. The sight of her 
near-naked flesh was enough in itself to send him running like a scared jack 
rabbit. 

"It's...it's nothing, Mrs. Benedict. Honest, it's just a bruise on my thigh. 
I don't know why I even bothered you...I'll just go on home and...." 

"You'll do no such thing, Randy!" the shapely blonde said, gently but firmly 
taking his arm. "You did right by coming to me, a bad bruise can sometimes 
even mean a broken bone." 

"I-I didn't want to...to bother you, Mrs. Benedict," Randy choked, 
struggling to keep his youthfully aroused gaze focused upward and centered 
on her beautiful face that was smiling down warmly at him, but knowing that 
his excited cock had just jerked in his pants and fearing she'd noticed it. 

"Bother me? Darling, don't be silly," Bonnie scolded and slurred tenderness 
as she held onto his arm, wondering if Mike had broken the news of their 
forthcoming marriage...and then, a tingling sensation flushed through her as 
she thought she saw the front of the teenager's trousers stir meaningfully! 

No, oh God, no! She had to keep control of the situation right from the 
start; she mustn't let it get away from her! If only she hadn't drunk so 
many of those damned daiquiris.. . ! 

"Look...I'll be okay, Mrs. Benedict...it'll be fine tomorrow," Randy said, 
trying to ease out of her grasp and keep his eyes focused on her face while 
he backed to the door. Man, he couldn't go through with it, chicken or not. 
He should never have come. 

"No!" Bonnie said emphatically, holding tighter to his arm, the fact that he 
was trying to leave contrary to all of her warning imaginings. He was just a 
beautifully bashful boy was all, and for a moment she had let her 
daiquiri-infused, licentious brain fall into its lust-stamped pattern. 
Besides, what better proof could she possibly offer herself that she'd 
beaten her weakness than the company of this handsome young boy, the son of 
the man she intended to marry? "I want to see that injury before you leave 
here, Randy, and no more nonsense!" 

"But...but I tell you, it's all right...honest!" he cried, swallowing 
tightly. Dammit, if only he hadn't gotten into his father's bourbon bottle! 

"You go into my bedroom and slip off your trousers, Randy," she was saying, 
pressing him toward the hallway. "Probably all it needs is a little heat, 
but we want to be sure. Your dad would be angry with me if he knew that I 
didn't look at it." 

Hell! What could he say? That's what he'd come for in the first place, 
wasn't it? Anyway, just because he took his pants off didn't mean that 
something was going to happen, but his excited cock was hard as a baseball 
bat, and he'd bet that she'd noticed it! Oh man, he felt as if he were going 
to be sick, he was that tight inside! 

He stood staring at her face, trying not to look down at her beautiful 
breasts protruding like two luscious melons in the tiny brassiere so 
provocatively revealed to him through the sheer material of the negligee. 
What the devil, he'd seen girls in bikinis that showed off as much or more, 
but that was different. Oh man...man....! 

"Go on," Randy's father's mistress insisted, her smile almost motherly while 
her azure eyes sparkled in a manner he had never seen. "And don't be shy." 

While she led him along the hallway to her frilly bedroom where the aromatic 
enticement of her perfume filled his nostrils, he wondered if this was the 
way it had happened with the other guys. Then, she gently pushed him inside 
and before closing the door, said: "Just slip off your pants, dear, and lie 
down on the bed. I'll be right back...." 

Bonnie pulled the door snug before he could say anything. She sensed her 
breathing coming in deeper and quicker gasps it wasn't going at all the way 
she wanted it to. The fact that his enticing young penis was obviously at 
full erection inside his pants was driving her wild inside. Her hotly 
aroused loins had needed little to stimulate them before his arrival, but 
since, the lewd hunger had increased dangerously! 

God, she couldn't let it happen! She just couldn't! She returned to the 
living room, picked up her drink and drained it, then finished the rest from 
the pitcher, sighing brokenly as she polished off the last of the rum and 
lime juice. Perhaps that would give her the necessary strength...and Lord 
knows, she was going to need it! 

This is the test, Mike, my darling! This is it! If I can do it now, this 
time, we have it beaten! And I have to do it because I love you...but, oh 
God, I...I love him too! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

In the blonde Sunday school teacher's bedroom, young Randy Russel removed 
his pants and shoes and then lay down on her bed, finally rolling over and 
positioning himself near the edge, lying on his face in his jockey-shorts, 
his tingling erect cock reminding him of an axe-handle. It wouldn't go down! 
He'd tried to forget it, think of the whole situation as if he were in a 
doctor's office, but he couldn't forget the way his father's voluptuous girl 
friend looked in her panties and brassiere beneath that sexy, filmy thing. 

Man, she was beautiful! He could hardly believe what the guys had said. They 
had to be lying! But why? And why didn't she come? Crap, his plan about the 
bicycle accident had looked like a perfect subterfuge ten minutes before; 
only now, he wasn't so sure. And he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't like to 
have her around the house, either. She was so damned beautiful! 

The nervous teenager felt his belly knot up fiercely, as the door opened 
wide and he turned his face to the side where his father's fianc was coming 
into the bedroom. From his position on the bed, he was looking right through 
her shimmering negligee at her tautly stretched panties, his eyes feasting 
on the salaciously swollen mound up between her curvaceous thighs. A wild 
sensation lurched through him and he felt his throbbing cock jump beneath 
him. 

"Well now, let's see just what's wrong here," Bonnie said, easing onto the 
bed beside him, her throat dry as she gaped down at the stretched-out boy 
awaiting her, the sight of his tanned and hairless muscular thighs and 
calves sending unwanted shocks of excitement through her. Her eyes feasted 
on his narrow hips and cotton-covered buttocks and the leanness of his 
waist, her trembling hand reaching out to touch the smooth flesh of his leg, 
a lewdly lecherous shock racing through her at the very contact. 
"Which...where...which hip-muscle, Randy....? " 

His hand moved back and downward, showing her the one farthest from her, his 
left, and automatically caressing a spot that his shorts covered. "Right 
there! Man...it hurts when you press it." 

Bonnie smoothed her hand over his taut buttocks, feeling all his naked young 
firmness beneath the cotton of his jockey briefs, the contact with his 
flesh, even through the cotton, instigating familiar sensations of depraved 
desire in her belly and loins. 

It was an unusual conglomeration of thoughts that filled Bonnie's mind. She 
knew instinctively he wasn't hurt; no, he was using it as an excuse. But 
why? His reason could be his young lust, which would be natural...or 
something deeper...like his mother! Mike! Oh God, Mike, I need you right at 
this minute! He's beautiful, a perfect splendor in himself...and I'm lost! 

The wavering Sunday School teacher let her hand slip up beneath his shorts 
to caress his ostensibly injured buttocks, her thumb trailing down the 
crevice between, her mind filling with lustful uncontrollable thoughts as 
she stroked his smoothly tensed ass-cheeks with mounting fervor. My God! His 
muscular flesh was as smooth as a baby's, like new unsoiled satin! Oh 
God...God....! 

Randy was ready to cry out when he felt her softly caressing hand ease 
gently beneath the leg band of his shorts, tenderly examining the sore place 
in his buttocks and then suddenly beginning to stroke him in a slow circular 
motion, her thumb actually trailing right along the crack between and always 
moving downward...downward....! 

Oh Christ! Her fingertips were touching his balls! It was as though the boy 
had been shocked in the groin with a jolt of electricity, the charge racing 
through his tensely trembling body so that he couldn't hold back the little 
grunt of stimulation it caused him. He lay motionless, as a corpse might, 
the sound of her rapid breathing reaching his ears while her tantalizing 
fingers crept over his adolescent balls like velvet caterpillars until she 
was cupping them hotly in the palm of her hand with two fingers spread apart 
to scissor the pulsating base of his swollen cock squashed between his 
pelvis and the bed! 

The moment she touched him, Bonnie knew she was lost. Every nerve in her 
sensuous body reacted in a tumult of ungovernable lecherous desire. Her 
reasoning, her vows, even her love for Mike Russel was feeble barriers 
before the monstrous lust that swept them aside as if they had never been, 
overwhelming her voluptuous body and mind with uncontrollable compulsive 
salacity. She could think of nothing but the maleness of Mike's young son 
beneath her hot hand, and she was searching downward beneath his buttocks in 
an all-consuming passion between his hard thighs to his sperm-filled balls, 
until she held their velvety sac cupped possessively and her fingers 
measured the width of his hardened young cock at its base! 

"Unnngggldihh...!" Randy choked, his brain racing wildly and making no sense 
at all as she tenderly fondled Ins youthful balls and continued to stroke an 
inch or so of his painfully rigid cock between her fingers. "Wh-What're 
you...you trying to do?" he groaned stupidly. 

"It-It's all right, Randy darling," the older woman hissed, smoothing her 
other hand beneath his shirt and upward along the hollow of his muscular 
young back. "Don't be afraid. This is what you came for, isn't it? There's 
nothing wrong with your hip-muscle, darling. You...you were using that for 
an excuse. You wanted me to feel your cock, to suck it for you with my 
mouth! Isn't that the truth, Randy?" 

A panicky sensation of fear spiraled through the confused lad at her frank 
unmasking of his ruse, but it was the sound of the four-letter word "cock" 
coming from her sensual lips that shot his teenage carnality into high gear. 
Trapped between his shamed fear at being exposed and the feverish lust 
mounting rapidly in his loins, Randy couldn't answer her. In fact, he had 
all lie could do to keep from crying. 

Then, he felt her hand moving away from his pleading balls and a 
disappointed emptiness filled him. He turned his head to see her getting up 
from the bed, her lovely mouth twisted in a strange smile, her eyes gleaming 
oddly, and, as he watched, she began to remove the few clothes she had on. 

"All right, my little darling...if this is what you wanted...your Bonnie 
isn't going to disappoint you," she half whispered, letting her negligee 
fall to the floor, watching his handsome brown eyes widen in obvious fearful 
excitement when she reached up behind her and unfastened her brassiere, 
allowing it to slide tautingly down her arms until her lushly ripened 
breasts were entirely revealed to his astonished gaze. "Do you like them, 
baby?" she teased, the wave of perverted abandon sweeping over her, 
welcoming the expression of growing desire in his face as with a lascivious 
motion she smoothed her hands up to her waist to cup and life her mounds of 
naked flesh in wanton presentation to him. "Will you suck them for Bonnie, 
Randy?" 

If he was frightened before, Mike's son was absolutely petrified at the 
moment. He couldn't believe what she was saying and doing or the crazy 
lustful look on her face and in her eyes. She had changed magically into 
another person entirely, like a witch or something, only she didn't resemble 
any witch he'd ever imagined. He had never even seen pictures of girls with 
tits like hers, and she was holding them right out to him, asking him to 
suck them! God, his cock was so hard he didn't think he could stand it! 

"What's the matter, Randy darling? Do I scare you? Maybe you've changed your 
mind about having me suck your cock, is that it?" The intoxicated Sunday 
School teacher tormented luridly, the sudden realization striking her that 
she was blaming him, holding him at fault for causing her depravity to once 
more seize control of her, for this time it would surely demolish everything 
she had hoped for. 

Yes, he was to blame, for unquestionably he had come there with nothing else 
in mind but to destroy her! Why? She could only surmise, but it was her 
abrupt awareness of his goal that had triggered the sadist in her; she 
didn't intend to barter her happiness cheaply. 

"Something's happening to my little darling's tongue?" she went on, her 
little smile pulled to one side of her perfect mouth as she watched him ogle 
her obscenely cupped breasts in apprehensive fascination. Her mind was 
working in whorish abandon as she caught at the waistband of her flimsy 
panties and began to roll them down over her hips and buttocks with a 
squirming movement that caused her softly molded breasts to sway and dance 
lasciviously. 

Dammit! He'd made a mistake, Randy thought fearfully. He'd made the biggest 
mistake of his life in coming here, but now it was too late! Man...man...she 
was naked, and there was her bare pussy and all! He'd never seen such 
beautiful legs and full thighs, and...he could see the wet pink slit 
between, right through the silky blonde pubic hair sprinkled over it! Oh 
damn, she was moving toward him! 

"Has it, Randy? Something happened to your tongue?" she whispered, slowly 
kneeing onto the bed and rolling him over until he was prone on his back, 
his stiffened cock like a tent-pole punching at his shorts. "What's the 
matter, darling? Don't you like Bonnie as well as you thought you would?" 
she taunted. 

"Oh...oh Jeez . . .I don't know...honest...I...I.. . " the young boy blurted 
out, his strained eyes fastened on her gently swaying breasts as she leaned 
over him, unbuttoning his shirt. His throat felt as if he had tried to 
swallow a golf ball. He wanted to stop her, but he knew he couldn't! 

The voluptuous blonde had never before felt the vile passion of sadism, but 
as she slowly stripped him, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure 
was definitely in tune with her lecherous tastes and that perhaps one worked 
up to that in stages. At the moment the insane knowledge and craving to 
punish him for what he had done and was doing to her was firing her beyond 
any depraved drive she had ever known! She hardly thought of him as Randy, 
Mike's own son, or even reflected on his handsomeness in itself; he was a 
young enemy caught in the web of his own making, a teenage monster set out 
to destroy her. And he had, b t not cheaply...never cheaply! He was the 
epitome of all her seductions. They had all, in truth, made her the blind 
unaware victim, rather than the opposite. But tonight, this last night of 
the old and the beginning of the new, was going to be revolutionary for 
Bonnie, and the wild strains of erotic sensations pervading her nakedly 
sensual body forecast the evil demented enchantment to come. 

"Sit up, Randy!" she ordered, and he did while she pulled his shirt from 
him. 

Then she dropped her head down over him, her long blonde hair trailing over 
his trembling flesh as she kissed his chest, tonguing her way to each 
muscular breast and playing with his seed-like nipples until he groaned. 
Then she moved down over him with distended tongue to lave his chest and 
belly until she caught her fingers inside his shorts and drew them down 
while he raised up. At last came the moment when she revealed to herself his 
lust-swollen cock, almost hugging his stomach in its youth, thicker than 
most and as long as she liked, its delicious purplish head protruding from 
the sheath of its loose foreskin. 

My God! It was beautiful! She continued to tug his shorts down, revealing 
his balls that she'd already held but incited more by his sparse pubic hair 
than by what he had, as soft brown as that on his head and covering his 
pelvis only lightly. 

"You're beautiful, baby!" she exclaimed. Perhaps because his cock was bigger 
than most boys, like her cousin's from so long ago whatever the reason she 
threw his shorts to one side and bent down over him quickly, her wild tongue 
seeking that drop of delicious young sperm bubbling from his jerking 
cock-tip. 

Randy raised his head upright to watch, sensing her experienced hand wrapped 
around his pulsing cock and gently stroking it from the moment she had 
grasped it. He had given up trying to believe what was happening: It was 
enough that it was. She had his aching penis in her hand and was extracting 
the smooth foreskin so that the head stood out like a glistening plum, and 
her mouth was just above it, tongue extended. He watched, mesmerized, and 
saw that little tongue dart out to swipe away the drop from his penis tip. 
Hell! He'd been wrong! She was beautiful...super! Who could ever have 
dreamed that his future stepmother would be licking his cock? He had been 
terribly wrong but how could he make up for it? 

The wicked sensations impregnating Bonnie's belly were equal to nothing she 
had ever known before. Her fire-filled loins tingled with excitement beyond 
imagination, and her brain was saturated with obscene thoughts of sadistic 
desire. It occurred to her, as she raised her eyes to glance at her future 
son-in-law's handsome face while she played with his rigidly swollen cock 
that her sadistic leaning was not a new development in her depravity. It had 
been fermenting in her vile subconscious for years, perhaps waiting for the 
proper victim before bursting forth to take command of her. And this young 
darling was her shorn lamb. A beautiful boy, yes, but a devil of sorts, too: 
He had destroyed her entire future. Damn him! He was a young monster! 

Suddenly, Bonnie eased her lips down over the head of her victim's pulsing 
cock and bit it slightly, causing him to whimper and squirm. 

"Well," she said, taking his turgid young cock-shaft from her mouth, "I'm 
delighted to know that you do have feelings, Randy darling. I was beginning 
to wonder!" 

"Oh...auuuggghhh....! Frig it! You...you win, Mrs. Benedict. I'm sorry!" 
Randy blurted, ready to break into tears. 

"Sorry? Sorry for what, baby?" Bonnie hissed, holding his rock-hard length 
of flesh in her hand and stroking it gently, her lush lips less than an inch 
above it. "Why should you be sorry? You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted me 
to play with and suck your cock, wanted to prove that your father's marriage 
to me was going to be wrong?" 

"Oh...oh damn!" Randy gulped, shocked by the ease with winch she had seen 
through him. The whole truth was out now. 

"What was it, Randy? Some fantastic notion that your father and I were going 
to bring shame to your mother's memory? That's it, isn't it...Isn't it?" 

"Please...I don't know...I'm sorry! I was wrong. . . ! I I want you to marry 
him! Honest, I do! You you're beautiful...!" the aroused boy protested, 
tears trickling from his eyes while at the same time wild sensations 
tormented his loins and belly as he watched and felt her stroking his 
achingly hard cock. 

Oh man, he loved her! He really did! He'd do anything she told him to if 
only she wouldn't hate him, if only she would put his burning cock in her 
mouth again! 

"You are a clever young man, Randy Russel," Bonnie said with meaning, ever 
watching his distressed, carnally excited young face, his tears pleasing her 
as she continued to caress his trembling cock and occasionally his bloated 
balls. "Already, you're looking ahead to other times like this, aren't you? 
When you and I would be in the house alone and secretly I would take out 
your stiff little penis and suck it for you, until it shot its hot cum into 
my mouth! Isn't that right, darling? Isn't that why you suddenly changed 
your mind? why I look beautiful to you?" 

"Oh Holy cow, Mrs. Benedict. Stop it, please!" Randy whimpered and squirmed. 
Her words were driving him crazy, the way she was hissing them at him and 
what she was saying! He couldn't stand it! "Please...I'll do anything you 
say...I'm sorry, don't you see...!" 

"Anything, Randy....? " the older woman picked up quickly, an evil 
inspiration charging into her brain. "Anything I say?" 

"H-Honest...anything...only don't be angry at me anymore!" he pleaded. 

Bonnie couldn't have continued the salacious excitement boiling in her 
abdomen had she wanted to. She crawled up in the bed beside him while he 
watched in frustrated astonishment, then she lay back on the pillow, her 
firmly up-thrust breasts taunting him further as they flared upright and her 
thighs spreading apart in lewd invitation. 

"Now, we'll see, darling, how well you keep your words," she half whispered, 
her lust-glazed eyes burning licentiously. "Have you ever really seen or 
touched a girl's pussy?" 

Randy swallowed twice before he could answer. "N No . .no, honest!" 

"Then now is your chance, Randy love," she groaned. "If you really meant 
what you said...get down between my legs and do everything I tell you to!" 

The brown-haired teenager couldn't believe that it was possible to arouse 
any more excitement in him than she already had, but he'd been in error. 
Suddenly, he was so keyed up inside that he felt like screaming! She wanted 
him to get right down between her legs! But Jeez, he couldn't even more....! 

"Well, little lover?" Bonnie teased, her sensual body a temple of sadistic 
lust, and even those raging thoughts increasing when she saw him begin to 
move hesitantly down on the bed, his lean naked body noticeably trembling as 
he climbed over her legs, his hardened teenage cock jutting out from his 
sparsely haired loins in urgent anticipation. 

She read the frustration on his face and in his wide brown-eyes as they 
gaped down at her completely exposed pussy, the sight of his apprehensive 
adolescent lust feeding her own insatiable hunger even more as obscenely she 
spread her firm-fleshed thighs wider, beginning little obscene undulating 
circles with her hips and buttocks. 

"Lie down on your belly, baby, with your face right up close to my pussy, so 
you can see inside!" Bonnie ordered, unable to keep the heat of her rising 
passion from her voice. "T That's right darling...like that. Now...does it 
look inviting to you?" 

Mike's son was speechless! His face hovered only a few inches above the 
hair-shadowed delight of her nakedly exposed cunt, the first real live cunt 
he had ever seen! His breath halted in her throat as he watched her pink 
little slit rotating sensuously, expectantly, and marveled at the narrow 
crevice that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed 
down to the whitely rounded half-moons of her tensed buttocks, and the 
puckered brown anus centered there. 

"Go ahead, darling, don't be afraid!" Randy's future stepmother hissed. 
"Take your thumbs and slowly spread it open...so that you see every bit of 
it!" 

Afraid was hardly the word to describe his feelings at that moment, Randy's 
whirling brain reflected hypnotized, awe-struck, crazy-wild, yes, but 
afraid, no! He wanted to had to touch it...feel it...to see up inside it! 
His adolescent heart was pounding in his chest as he eagerly lay the palms 
of his hands on the inside of her lewdly quivering thighs. With his thumbs 
gradually touching the fleshy, hair-sprinkled lips of her lust-sensitized 
cunt, he began to draw them ever so slowly apart, spreading the silken pubic 
curls and opening the moist pink flanges before him, until its ruby flushed 
loins and belly an inferno of spasming passion as he ground his swollen 
aching cock feverish down into the material of the bed. 

"Oh...oh, Jesus!" he gasped in lustful fascination. Bits and pieces of 
flickering mental images that he had conjured up in. his mind as he had 
sometimes jerked off in the dark of his room raced through Randy's fired 
mind, and he realized that his most vivid imagination couldn't equal this 
moment. 

He was in some sort of dream! The incredulous boy gaped at the widespread 
coral-hued mouth glistening moistly with a warm dampness that intrigued him. 
As he stared, her tight little cuntal mouth actually twitched and palpitated 
as if attempting to pull something up inside it. Suddenly, he knew why his 
father wanted to marry her. Man, he'd marry her himself, if he could! 

"Is it everything you expected, Randy baby?" Bonnie whispered down at him 
passionately, her head raised to enable her to look down between her 
sensitive, desire-swollen breasts, the depravity of her lewd exposure 
causing surge after surge of obscene excitement to jolt through her 
perverted brain. "Put your finger in it! Right in the little hole! Hurry, 
put it in!" she rasped heavily, raising her buttocks from the bed and 
suddenly feeling the delicious shock of his finger slipping into her wetly 
clasping cunt, then sliding upward into her tingling vaginal passage. 

Oh God! This was truly it using young boys, manipulating them to her 
bidding! Of all the debased acts she had committed on her little darlings, 
she had never used them to their fullest advantage. She had, in fact, been 
used by them. But all that was about to change! They were her toys, hers to 
do with as she desired, just as this beautiful young boy was. They could be 
taught, trained, and coerced. They were like puppies schooled at jumping 
through hoops, except that their sweet young cocks were desirable and 
delicious like his finger at this very moment exploring her shamelessly 
excited vagina. 

She had never ordered a boy to lick her cunt, the intoxicated Sunday School 
teacher thought sadistically, but she was going to. She had always tried to 
seduce them into the act, and some even had done it, feebly. But from this 
night forward it would be different! 

"Tell me you love it, Randy!" she rasped down at him. "Tell me you adore 
it...want to kiss it...lick it!" 

Holy Jesus! The excited fifteen year old was going out of his skull 
completely! His finger, far up in the soft throbbing confines of her wetly 
gleaming cunt, was enough to give him the screaming meemies! He did love 
it...and man, he did want to kiss and lick it! 

"Tell me!" Bonnie exclaimed hoarsely. 

"Y Yes! Yes! I do!" 

"Then kiss it right now, you bad boy! Kiss it and lick it for punishment!" 
she heard herself order him. 

Randy had never even remotely felt such an urge to accept chastisement, but 
at the sound of her voice and the command she had issued, his iron-hard cock 
leaped beneath him in feverish excitement, and he knew he deserved 
everything she was doing to him! 

Timidly, he dropped his face and pursued his mouth to kiss one outer lip of 
her hair-lined pussy. The very closeness sent a signal to his brain that he 
couldn't deny. He inhaled the delicate female aroma, a warm perfume and 
piquant scent that excited his already crazed senses to the extreme. God, he 
was going to lose his wits! He'd planned a terrible thing against her, yet, 
she was letting him kiss her pussy! She had even ordered him to lick it! And 
she was right! He'd been wrong...so wrong! 

He thrust his tongue out until it too made contact with her warm, musky 
flesh, the liquid feel of her pussy sending chills along his spine, its 
delicately tangy taste and smell causing his nostrils to flare in ardor. 

"Oooohhh...that's the way, baby! Yesssss....! Lick it all over and keep your 
finger right up inside it...way in! Ooohhh...you were bad...but Bonnie's 
going to forgive you...if you do just what she says! 

Bonnie felt her hands clutch at his head, her fingers entwining in his long 
brown hair. She began to moan and gasp, forcefully pulling his face into the 
damply quaking split of her wide-splayed cunt until his nose was buried and 
he could hardly breathe. He moved his tongue around wildly, exploring her 
wet succulent flesh until he found that, when he touched the little hard bud 
on top, she trembled all over and her breath came in even throatier gasps. 

He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the pillow 
above, and suddenly he forced his tongue to join his finger, spearing them 
both up into the warm velvety depths of her naked vagina while he used his 
thumbs against her clitoris. 

"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned, grinding her hips into the softness of the bed, 
writhing and squirming, then raising her demanding loins up to him again 
while she pressed his face into the silken hair-framed flesh, her hot 
vaginal walls opening and closing in a moist suction action around his 
teasing tongue. 

Dear God, Bonnie whimpered within herself, his young unspoiled tongue was 
like a wiggling velvet eel licking and prodding up between her open 
thighs...and then it was laving up through her pussy-furrow to her rigidly 
responsive clitoris again! Mind-shattering sensations of lurid delight sent 
rippling tremors over all the nerve-ends of her body as she felt his teenage 
lips inside her there, circling the tiny pulsating bud and bravely beginning 
a gently sucking motion. 

"Ooooohhh...ooohhhhh! Lit-Little lover...you're beautiful! I I forgive you! 
I love you, baby, darling! Ooohhhhhh God, yessss...lick and suck it for me, 
Randy...!" 

A tremendous feeling of elation raced through the young boy. She loved him! 
Oh man, he was really doing it for her shooting her right to the moon! He'd 
never felt so capable in his life! He raised his eyes to look on her 
ecstatically twisted face. Her pretty head still tossed back and forth, but 
slowly now at a set rhythmic pace, her hands caressing and clutching in his 
hair. The thought abruptly occurred to him that she was trying to move his 
face down to the little hole from which he had just withdrawn his finger. 
Well, he wasn't afraid; he'd never be afraid of anything again! His hands 
moved boldly upward over the smooth flatness of her belly to the resilient 
firmness of her quivering breasts, cupping and feeling their up-thrust 
firmness, his young fingers rolling their hardened nipples between them 
experimentally. Damn, he'd never even touched a girl's tits before! 

Suddenly, he felt her drawing up her legs and folding them back, then taking 
his hands from her breasts and placing them behind her knees as if to hold 
them there, the movement more lewdly raising her widespread vaginal opening 
to his mouth and tongue. Christ, he had never seen such an erotic sight! Her 
entire buttocks was right below his face and spread wide open to him. Now he 
could see the tiny wrinkled hole of her puckered anus as well as he could 
her wetly gleaming cunt, and there wasn't one hair around it! She was as 
smooth as glass from the bottom of her pussy to her rectum....! 

"Do it, Randy darling! Lick it!" he heard her command and saw her gaping 
down between her licentiously raised legs at him with wild gleaming eyes. 
"Lick your Bonnie's little ass-hole!" 

For a moment Mike's son could only stare at her. The salacious twist to her 
beautiful face and the unbelievable things she was doing, the words she was 
using all of it was so far beyond the most lustful thoughts he had summoned 
up when he'd jerked himself off! Lots of times he had thought about playing 
with a girl's anus with his tongue when he masturbated, but in truth he'd 
never believed it could happen that any girl would ever let him. And Mrs. 
Benedict, this gorgeous creature, his future mother, had just ordered him 
to! Oh man....! 

The wave of lecherous sadistic lust that had swept over Bonnie could never 
be equaled, the sex crazed woman thought as she watched his subservient 
reactions to her command. He was more excited than frightened with the 
thought, she decided in studying his facial expressions. He wanted to he 
really wanted to! She lay back her head and waited, the realization of her 
obscene actions before his youthfully untainted libido driving her on. God, 
there had never been anything like him! He was so beautiful! She could marry 
Mike and have them both, and she would! The idea of them under the same roof 
with her was nothing short of a heavenly enchantment! 

She felt it then, the warm intoxicating contact of his tongue-tip with her 
sensitively puckered anus, laving and probing courageously at the rubbery 
little opening, instigating lecherous sensations of rapture that coursed 
through her trembling, lust-filled body. There had never been such 
irresistible sadistic carnal pleasure. And then, his adolescent tongue was 
fucking in and out of her vaginal passage again! He loved that most! The 
beautiful baby darling....! 

"Ooohhhhh...yes, yes...my sweet! You delicious darling! Turn around! Get 
upside down over me and let your cock hang down above my mouth! I want it 
now, little lover! I forgive you and I'll prove it! Hurry, baby, I want to 
suck your sweet little cock and balls!" 

Randy did as he was told, hardly knowing why or how he was doing it, his 
panting gasps sometimes hitching and choking him, his youthful penis aching 
so badly he thought if she touched it he would scream...but he didn't. He 
placed his virginally excited loins over her face without ever losing the 
contact between his tongue and her steaming cunt, always remembering and 
titillating the tiny erect clitoral bud he had found in the beginning. She 
writhed beneath him pleasurably as he felt her circling her fingers around 
his swollen cock, tugging it downward away from his belly. He knew she was 
raising her head to grasp with wide ovaled lips the length of his boyish 
shaft, sucking it downward while her soft hands caressed his thighs and 
moved unerringly toward his balls. 

In her wildly untamed passion, the drunken widow sucked his young penis so 
deeply into the hot, saliva-filled cavern of her mouth that it gagged her, 
but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath and then began 
feverishly running her tongue up and down its soft underside, feeling it 
throb and pulse to her touch and tasting the pungently youthful freshness of 
the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the little hole at its tip. She 
cupped his cum-swollen testicles affectionately in the palms of her hands 
while tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and automatically 
he began to move up and down, in and out of her mouth in lewd cadence to his 
lashing and probing young tongue in her searing cunt below. 

Yes...yes. . . ! This was the ultimate, Bonnie thought. Making him lick and 
kiss her pussy while she sucked his deliciously tender cock. Never had she 
known such grossly wicked pleasure, nor had such an avid student, she 
reasoned. 

The desire-demented older woman sucked with fury at his throbbing rod of 
pulsing flesh embedded to her very throat, feeling him lave with eager moist 
sounds at her obscenely exposed loins, his strong young hands suddenly 
clutching at the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he tried to burrow his 
tongue even deeper up into her heatedly quivering cuntal channel! 

She would never be without him! He was magnificent! Oh, the vile and wicked 
things she would teach him to bring her pleasure! Dear God, her vagina was 
on fire with the licking flames of lust and evil consuming her! Then, 
abruptly, she felt his finger working bravely at the tiny puckered ring of 
her anus. Oh God...like father, like son! Her breath quickened excitedly, 
and she let him know her accordance by lewdly grinding her buttocks up at 
his finger. Abruptly, he pushed into it with a slippery movement while she 
squirmed her ass-cheeks into it with a slippery movement while she squirmed 
her ass-cheeks, feeling it slide right up inside her rectum to the palm of 
his thrusting hand. 

"Auuuggghhh," the older woman groaned around his expanding organ impaling 
her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caresses momentarily, 
his delicious invasion of her rectum causing her mounting climax to charge 
toward its pinnacle! 

God, what a beautiful little lover he was! She felt his mouth glued to the 
elasticized opening of her shamelessly aroused vagina, his thrusting tongue 
swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his pummeling young 
finger in her anus! Again she began to nurse and suck the hotly thrusting 
thickness of his adolescent cock with all her strength and experience, her 
cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely while her belly rose and fell 
frantically as she pulled at him! 

Oh God! He surely had to cum! Bonnie thought desperately, her lips clasped 
firmly around the throbbing blood-engorged head of his jerking cock, while 
simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of her own climax began. 
She squeezed desperately at his bloated young balls, then raked her nails 
beneath them as she strained at her own rising orgasm! 

"I--I'm cummmmiinnngggg!" Randy suddenly groaned incredulously into the 
moistly pink flesh of his father's fianc's spread-open cunt, and Bonnie 
felt his young pelvis jerk, the velvety head of his tensed cock swelling 
warningly in her voraciously sucking mouth...and then it came!! 

The groaning young boy ejaculating in wild spurts of teeming creamy liquid, 
gush after gush of his heated semen answered by the convulsive tremors of 
her own hips as her climax erupted violently in a tremendous explosion of 
erotic bliss! Again and again, his hot spurts of youthful cum spewed deep up 
into her throat while she groaned and sucked wildly, her Adam's apple 
bobbing licentiously as she swallowed and swallowed the virile nectar 
squirting into her hungrily gulping mouth! 

And then, unbelievably, it was over...shockingly over, Bonnie realized in 
the dying wake of her frenzied emotions, her face paling even as her body 
still trembled from the fit of ecstasy that had snapped it, leaving nothing 
but reality and the horror she expected to follow from her young victim's 
spite. But that horror didn't follow! There was no hate, no shame, no 
outward display of self-disgust on his handsome face when he slowly turned 
around to face her, his blissful expression one of satiated admiration. 

The attractive Sunday school teacher could only stare at the handsome boy, 
as she lay there in her lewdly exhausted position. She was astonished more 
than anything as she watched his no longer innocent blue eyes move over her 
whole body appreciatively. And then she saw the tears, and abruptly he was 
on top of her, in her arms, kissing her face while she hugged him to her 
lovingly, and he sobed against her naked breasts. 

"I I was wrong!" he choked. "Please, try to understand? I I'd love to 
have...have you be my mom...if you will...honest.. . ! Oh, please...please 
don't be angry at me?! " 

"Oh...oh God!" Bonnie cried out happily, clutching his delicious young body 
tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. The sweet, beautiful 
darling! He was in love with her! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Bonnie Benedict's excitement in discovering that young Randy Russel was so 
attracted to her as she was to him was short-lived. After her fianc's son 
left her apartment, Bonnie fell into a deep sleep, which was punctuated 
throughout the night by beautiful dreams of Mike and his son, undoubtedly 
inducted by the amount of liquor she'd consumed and her blissful state of 
sexual satiation. But by the next morning, when she awoke, her dreams had 
already turned sour, and she was soon filled with realization of the 
hopelessness of her situation. 

She stayed away from the liquor bottle until noon, but then she couldn't 
resist the temptation of dulling her excruciating self-torment any longer, 
and she set to work on her half-empty bottle of vodka. She'd realized she 
was drinking too much these days, but that hadn't stopped her. Sometime in 
the afternoon, she switched to bourbon, but she couldn't remember when she'd 
come full circle back to the daiquiris which had proved to be her downfall 
the night before. Before she realized it, it was past time for dinner, and 
she hadn't had anytime to eat all day. 

Mike and Randy: God, these were all things all love! Her mind was still 
filled with the alluring images of that beautiful young boy. But she loved 
his father too. She unquestionably did. But she loved Randy, and in a way 
that was impossible to reconcile with her sense of morality. Oh God, she 
wanted to marry Mike! There was still a chance that she could become human 
and normal. Sweet, sweet Mike. He had done all things for her two nights 
ago. Was it feasible that she could be a normal wife and mother, desiring 
only to make love with a man who emphatically brought her joy? Dear God, was 
it? 

She'd just finished making her sandwich when the doorbell rang. Mike? Randy? 
Which? She tripped drunkenly to the door and placed an ear against it. 

"Who is it?" 

"It's me, Mrs. Benedict...Bob Hunter." 

Bonnie hesitated. She was like a cat who has been tricked too often. "What 
do you want?" 

"I'm awfully sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I left some notes in the church 
building at Monday night's meeting, and I got a test in the morning I got to 
study for." 

"I'm sorry, Bob, but you know we aren't allowed to lend out the key," Bonnie 
answered. "That's church regulations." 

"Oh, I know, ma'am," came the friendly juvenile voice from the other side of 
the door. "That's why I got my father's car outside. I thought maybe I could 
drive you over there and you could open it for me." There was a pause as the 
young widow considered his request. If anybody could ill-afford to flunk a 
test with his poor scholastic record, it was Bob Hunter! "I've already gone 
past Mr. Russel's house to ask him, Mrs. Benedict, but he wasn't there." 

Convinced of the boy's sincerity, Bonnie unlocked her door and opened it. 

"Well, all right, Bob, just this once. Come on in while I get a sweater. 
It's cool out tonight. 

The intoxicated blonde was just as glad the husky teenager had brought his 
father's car, she decided later, as they drove toward the church. With the 
amount of alcohol she'd imbibed, she was in no condition to drive. It was 
all she could do just to keep her eyes focused on the part of the road that 
was illuminated by the car's headlights. In what seemed to be no time, they 
had reached the church and Bob was helping her out of the car. She stumbled 
as she got out, and the youth quickly caught her, a strange smile playing on 
his shadowed face that the unsteady woman didn't notice. In fact, she was 
not aware of much at all until finally Bob took her keys from her when she 
couldn't unlock the door, unlocked it quickly, and led her inside. 

Bonnie's blue eyes opened wide in surprise as she slowly took in the scene 
that greeted her in the youth group's carpeted club room. The flickering 
light from at least a dozen candles arranged in a large circle almost 
dazzled her and it was a few moments before her liquor-befogged vision could 
discern that the wavering shadows in front of her were people. And then Ron 
Jeffers stepped out from the hazy circle of hidden shapes, and Bonnie gasped 
as she realized he was stark naked! 

"Greetings, Mrs. Benedict!" the arrogant youth said, his smirking grin 
broadening as his hand reached down to fondle his obscenely exposed 
genitals. "As you can see, we've been expecting you." 

Bonnie fell back a step, bumping against her escort, Bob Hunter, whose arms 
caught around the waist and held her caressingly. A sinking sensation 
gripped her entrails as she heard the sniggering sounds from different parts 
of the room while her eyes remained fixed on the large boy's thick penis 
swelling in lewd erection before her! "Wh-What is the meaning of this...this 
outrage?" she managed in a slightly thickened, unsteady voice, struggling 
suddenly to escape Bob's circling arms and brazen hands that had begun to 
smooth over her belly suggestively. "How did you get in here. Let me 
go...damn you! How dare you bring me here this way!" 

"Oh Bonnie baby, we dare all right!" Ron leered, then chuckled as he began 
to vilely stroke the heavy foreskin of his lurching penis back and forth, 
revealing its purplish blood-filled head. "You see, we're having a little 
party, some beer and pot...you know, all the goodies. And we decided that 
maybe you'd like to join us, seeing how you know us all, 
intimately...already sucked our cocks and one thing or another. I mean, 
you're amongst friends, Mrs. Benedict, eh? Come on, Bob, usher the lovely 
blackmailing bitch into the limelight where she can see the other guests!" 

The Hunter boy still held her and it was simple for him to press her into 
the center of the room where the flickering blaze from the candles shed 
enough light for her to recognize the young smirking faces, even Tim 
Gilmore's which was grinning at her licentiously and vindictively. They were 
all naked and obscenely handling their swollen young organs! 

Oh no, Bonnie thought, her mind incapable of sensible reasoning, her shock 
of a moment before giving way to rising panic and the first stages of sheer 
horror. How accurate she'd been about something terribly wrong with the 
whole picture! 

"You remember all these cocks, Mrs. Benedict, huh?" Ron Jeffers said, moving 
around to her right, his hardened flesh pole thrusting out from his hairy 
pelvis like a jutting tree limb. "You should anyway, you've managed to get 
at them all with your lousy tricks. Take that one right there that's Tim's 
eh! Give her a nod, Tim," 

The shapely blonde again heard the snickers as Tim Gilmore lewdly waggled 
his stiffened penis at her and the others all followed with similar 
lascivious antics when the brazenly naked boy called out their names. 

"...Tommy Lambert...Ted Burns...and of course, old Bob Hunter will whip his 
out any minute for you, just for old times' sake," Ron went on luridly, 
while her brain struggled in frantic half-drunken fear to light upon some 
means of escape. But even as she strained her mental capacities, the 
alcohol-dazed blonde knew that it would be useless. She was absolutely 
helpless against their number and strength, and it was plain enough to see 
that they'd had it all planned. 

"W Why....? Why are you...doing this to me?" the frightened woman heard 
herself choke feebly. "I I've never hurt...any of you!" 

"Hey, come on, Mrs. Benedict," Ron soothed with a grin as he moved toward 
her, his big hand, grasping her wrist when she tried to shrink back from 
him. The older boy jerked her against his hairy naked body, drawing her arm 
up behind her as he crushed her to his overgrown frame, his long thick cock 
vertically furrowing into the softness of her clothed belly. Then with his 
other hand, he grasped her long hair from behind and twisted it painfully 
until her face was forced upward to his and he kissed her, ramming his hot 
tongue forcefully up into her mouth, while his companions laughed excitedly. 

Bonnie tried to fight his strength, but it was ridiculous. He was a teenage 
brute dim-witted, spoiled and, at the moment, high on marijuana. Finally, 
she let herself go limp against him to avoid the pain that he was sending in 
cruel shock-waves to her brain, and the feel of his swollen young penis 
pressing into the yielding flesh of her belly became more intense with the 
passing seconds. She felt his one free hand smoothing down her back and over 
her buttocks caressingly, then clutching at the crevice separating them, 
hauling her tighter against his throbbing naked cock. Finally, he lifted his 
mouth from hers and grinned tauntingly down into her face. "That's better, I 
mean, here we are inviting you, the only girl, to our party and right off 
you're getting all up tight, eh guys?" 

The helplessly trapped blonde heard their laughing grunts of agreement and 
fought to hold back her tears. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of 
seeing her cry. But, dear Lord, it was all about to come back in 
retribution, wasn't it? What a lecherous fool she had been, leading herself 
right into such a horrible position. How clever she had gloated herself to 
be, scheming to entrap them one by one to satisfy her depraved lust, never 
dreaming they might form into a crusade against her, which was exactly what 
they were doing. 

"You see, Bonnie baby, the way we figure it, you're beautiful enough to take 
us all in a single situation," Ron Jeffers said, continuing grin down into 
her face while he held her arm behind her. "But you always used some little 
thing, like catching Tim stealing, to stick us in a bad fix. I mean, how do 
we know you aren't actually going to get religion someday and turn us all 
in, eh?" 

"So here we are sitting around having a little grass and beer, and up comes 
your name! Like that, we all decided that a girl who likes cock the way you 
do should at least once get her fill, eh? I mean, you've gone down on us all 
individually, but have you ever considered what it might be like having all 
our cocks in a gang fuck at the same time? Now, have you, doll? Come on, 
tell the truth...." 

"Please...please don't...I'm going to marry Mr. Russel...don't do anything 
like...like that to me!" 

"Old Mikie, eh?" Ron mocked. "Terrific guy. Knows the score and understands. 
Randy's okay, too. You sucked him off yet, baby?" 

"Please, Ron, I beg of you...stop...please stop!" 

"Hey...you're something else, lady!" he said, his smile fading, his luring 
face drawing in pinchedly. "You just refuse to get the picture. Okay, I'll 
be more explicit! It's like this: We're going to have a little party to 
insure that you let us off the hook. I mean, a few pictures while you're 
sucking this one and that one, things like that. But just as you made us 
believe, we won't use them as long as you do as you're told maybe come 
around for a lineup when we want you. You know, tow the line?" 

Bonnie was drunk, she knew, but it was not her liquor consumption that was 
crippling her thinking capacities. There was just no way she might have 
outwitted this teenage monster and his young pack of lusty wolves that she, 
herself, had pervertedly compromised. And in all truth, if she'd let herself 
face it, she couldn't much blame them, could she? Retribution was never 
kind, and she was about to glean her earnings. But God, there were five of 
them! 

"That's the way, Bob," Ron was saying, bringing her back to the cruel 
reality of the scene. She felt the boy who had brought her there kneeling 
behind her, his hands around her waist, unfastening and drawing the zipper 
down her slacks. "Let's get this hot little cocksucking bitch stripped for a 
little gang fucking!" 

She smelled the sweet sickening smell of their marijuana, while Bob Hunter 
unleashed her slacks, letting them fall around her lower legs, and Ron 
unbuttoned her blouse, finally opening it and caressing her straining 
breasts inside her brassiere lewdly. 

The drunken young widow couldn't deny the rising sensations their youthful 
hands upon her were triggering! She gaped around the room at the expectantly 
hardened cocks thrusting lewdly from loins she knew too well, each and any 
one of them enough to set her off in her own environment. Ron's and Bob's 
hands moved over her skillfully, tugging off her slacks, blouse and 
brassiere, and then Bob was slowly pulling her soft pink panties down over 
her knees and ankles. 

God! She was naked, as naked as they were! She saw them all moving in on her 
while Bob slipped his arms around her from behind, his hands squeezing and 
fondling her swelling breasts, his erectly stiff penis pressing into the 
crevice between her smoothly rounded buttocks, as Ron dropped to his knees 
in front of her, his big hands roaming over her naked flesh her breasts, 
belly and thighs. And then they were all crowding in as close as possible to 
rub their turgid young organs against her tingling flesh! 

Dear God, she was helplessly alone and completely at the mercy of their 
drug-incited lust. Weird masochistic sensations raced through her at the 
thought, her liquor-drenched brain unable to hold back the mischievous imps 
of sensuality their lewd fondling of her naked flesh had unleashed tiny 
dancing imps of hell that had governed the realm of her lecherous body too 
long to ever relinquish hold over it. 

"Oh...oh God...!" she moaned, as Ron's juvenile lips closed over and nipped 
teasingly at the curling pubic hairs covering the mound at the base of her 
belly. 

The boy felt her shudder and raised his face to grin triumphantly up at her. 
"That's the way, doll, let yourself get with it. Enjoy all these stiff cocks 
that are anxious to show their appreciation for the way you've handled 'em 
in the past." He laughed, the others joining him. "Okay, guys, let's just 
carry her right over there onto the rug where we can really do her justice, 
eh?" 

They did, lifting her in their arms as if she were weightless, placing her 
on her back in the ring of candles, all of them dropping to their knees on 
the carpet and surrounding her, their youthfully hardened penises jutting 
excitedly out from their hair-dotted loins. 

But it was the heavy poker-hard length of thick cock-flesh poling out from 
their leader's hairy loins as he stood at her feet looking down at her that 
was sending the only waves of real fear through the shapely Sunday school 
teacher. 

It had been the abnormal size and length of it that had lewdly fascinated 
her the first time she had uncontrollably seduced Ron Jeffers. Dear God, she 
had hardly been able to get her mouth over it, she remembered, and even then 
she'd had to stroke it vigorously to make him cum; and afterwards she had 
vowed never to touch him again. He'd been like a rutting young bull trying 
to ram it down her throat while he clutched at her head. 

"Spread them beautiful legs open wide, Mrs. Benedict," Ron said, his 
drug-hazed eyes gleaming wickedly. "Don't be bashful, eh?" 

Bonnie spread her legs, but only slightly, her mind still filled with 
fearful thoughts of that first time. God, if only his were small and tender 
like the others. Oh, she must be losing her wits entirely! Here she lay 
hopelessly subjected to their slightest whim, and instead of being 
shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive inside with a wild mounting 
desire! Oh God, what a hopelessly lost woman she was! 

"Wider, baby, as far apart as you can get 

'em!" Ron hissed and, obscenely, she responded, spreading her trembling 
thighs to the farthest extent until the whole of her defenselessly naked 
cunt was exposed to him. "Fuck! Look at that delicious sight, will you?" the 
older boy invited hoarsely. "Oh man, am I going to feast on that!" 

"Go ahead, Ron! Eat her pussy! Can't you see how bad she wants it?" Ted 
Burns prodded, grinning widely. 

"Yeah, slip a tongue up in that Ron!" Bob Hunter chimed in as he lay down 
beside the helpless gasping woman and took her arm to put around his neck as 
a cushion for his head. "Me, I'm going to suck me a little tit. Won't you 
join me, Tommy? You'll never find two more luscious ones!" 

"You've got a point there, Bob," the other boy replied quickly, taking a 
similar position on the other side of Bonnie until she was lying there with 
her arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with raised knees, 
her firmly rounded thighs wantonly agape before the beady eyes of Ron 
Jeffers. 

"Oooohhh!" the shamed Sunday School teacher gasped as she felt both boys 
begin to greedily fondle the smoothly resilient flesh of her up-thrust 
breasts, kissing and tonguing her nipples and finally sucking them hungrily 
into their hot young mouths. She could feel their warmly pulsating cocks 
pressed against her hips, and both of them immediately began a lewd rhythmic 
undulating motion with their pelvises as she felt Ron's large hands make 
contact with the flesh of her inner thighs, causing her breath to catch 
passionately in her throat. Then his smirking young face lowered and his 
tongue slid out of his mouth to make a searing contact with her pussy. 

"Oooohhh...." she whimpered again when she felt tantalizing kisses being 
lavished on the hair-lined slit of her hopelessly excited vagina, Ron's 
tongue suddenly flicking out at the palpitating opening within. Every muscle 
in her body tautened in pleasure as he licked the entire length of her 
vaginal crevice, while sounds of growing ecstasy rose in her throat. She 
felt his thumbs spread open the puffy excited edges of her cunt, and then he 
rammed his long stiff tongue up through her sensitive pink flesh. 

"Aaaggghhh...." 

Bonnie groaned, gasped and twitched spasmodically beneath the lustful mouths 
and tongues sucking and biting at her hard nippled breasts while the third 
boy fucked his tongue in and out of her simultaneously eager and unwilling 
vagina, then licked upward to circle her erectly quivering clitoris. 
Abruptly Ron's lips sucked, drawing the soft inner folds into the warm 
shelter of his mouth while his tongue kept up its spine-shattering licking 
against the tiny nerve-plexus between her legs. 

"Ooooohhh...oh God, yes...yessss!" she whimpered, already feeling the first 
stages of orgasm beginning in her belly from their licentious ministrations 
to her defenseless drink-possessed body. 

Then she saw young Ted Burns taking a position above her face, his feet on 
either side of her head and facing the others; he squatted down until his 
small balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his 
hair-ringed anus nearly touched her nose. Mindlessly she flicked her tongue, 
beginning to lave and coat his young testicles with her saliva, finally 
raising her head voluptuously and opening her lips wide to gently suck what 
she could of them into her mouth. 

She heard the youngster groan, then felt him raising up again. Reluctantly 
she let him free, but not for long. He was repositioning himself between her 
body and theirs so that his hardened and familiar cock was above her wetly 
trembling lips. With one hand he forced it down and withdrew the foreskin, 
holding it for her to quickly raise her head and suck it into the heated 
interior of her greedy mouth, and he immediately began to fuck in and out of 
her face, his rigid cock-shaft nearly choking her as it probed with boyish 
lust up toward her throat. 

The naked young widow suddenly lost all conception of time and space. Her 
depraved passion, heightened by the liquor, quickly drove her beyond any 
rational stage. The perverted streak inside her had destroyed all restraint 
she might once have possessed, she realized as she wantonly and 
masochistically gave her incited flesh to their young depravity. Insane 
sensations of carnal bliss permeated every inch of her wantonly squirming 
body, and she sucked with an obscene hunger at Ted Burns' swelling penis, 
knowing from experience that in moments it would be spewing its heated 
gushes of sperm up into her waiting throat while the slavish tongues and 
mouths pulled enchantingly at her taut nipples, and the boy licking up 
between her legs sent erotic jolts of forbidden pleasure racing through her 
uncontrollably throbbing cunt and belly. God, she was going to cum herself, 
any minute! 

Then, as a new intruder began playing around her anus, she braced herself, 
sensing his finger pressing teasingly against the tightly puckered little 
hole until suddenly it popped up inside her and slid unhesitantly right up 
into the depths of her rectum! She groaned around the stiffly thrusting cock 
in her mouth, the sound increasing as suddenly she felt a second finger join 
the first in her anus, and finally a third, making her gasp and choke as 
they began to worm and thrust tormentingly in and out of her back passage. 

"How do my fingers feel plugging up your ass, Mrs. Benedict?" Bonnie heard 
and recognized Tim Gilmore's voice. "You see, I want to stretch it good and 
proper for you before I shove my cock in it later on!" 

The freckled-face youth said more, but the perspiring blonde didn't listen. 
His sadistic invasion of her rectum, coupled with Ron's delightful licking 
of her wet cunt and the young hungry mouths at her breasts, was triggering 
her climax. The final embellishment was Ted Burns' jerking cock brushing the 
back of her throat! 

"Oh man...I'm going to cum! he gasped. "Suck it! Suck it hard!" 

In seconds, the attractive widow's mouth was flooded with a torrent of 
creamy hot sperm that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury 
of seething fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful hunger at 
the viscous fluid ejaculating rampantly from his jerking teenage cock, 
driven to the depths of her fervidly constricting throat. Simultaneously, 
her own building pressure peaked and burst sending ecstatic jolts of rapture 
racing over and through her convulsing body. 

She felt Ted's youthful ejaculating cock growing limp in her mouth as she 
pulled and sucked on it, licking feverishly for its last drop, but then she 
raised her head to gape down at Ron between her widespread thighs, her 
passion released, hoping that he would stop and that Tim would remove his 
hotly thrusting fingers from her rectum. But one look at Tim's grinning face 
and Ron's upraised beady eyes let her know different. They didn't intend to 
stop not even for a moment! Dear God, she realized, jerking frantically as 
the older boy's tongue continued to stab and lick at her inflamed clitoris, 
they intended to exhaust her, to extract her perverse mind slowly out 
through her agitated cunt...and as their sadistic leader continued to mouth 
and tease the tiny intricate little bud of her clitoris, she sensed the 
pressure beginning to build once more. Oh Lord, she would cum again in a 
minute! 

"My turn now, Ron!" Tim said, extracting his fingers from her rectum with a 
moist hissing sound. "You take a tit and let one of the boys take over her 
asshole!" 

"Okay!" Ron replied, raising his face that was damp and coated with the 
moistness of her orgasmically flowing vagina. He grinned at their helpless 
prisoner. "How goes it, Mrs. Benedict? Felt good, didn't it? Well, just you 
wait, you sweet little cocksucker. It's only the first of many...of a great 
many more...." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Mike had called Bonnie's apartment twice, surprised that his fianc hadn't 
answered, but he'd finally settled on the logical possibility that she had 
taken a sleeping pill and the phone's ring couldn't penetrate her deep 
sleep. Well, she probably needed the sleep with whatever was troubling her. 

"No answer?" Randy questioned from his place on the couch, the book in his 
lap still opened at the same page as when he and his father had sat down an 
hour before. 

"No, she's undoubtedly sleeping," Mike answered, lowering himself into his 
chair. 

"You think she's okay?" his son asked, the concern in his eyes apparent. 

"Of course. She's probably taken a sleeping pill," Mike responded with a 
smile, placing his dead pipe between his teeth. He picked up his newspaper 
and made motions of losing himself in it, but in fact he was thinking about 
his son. 

The tall dark-haired father couldn't quite fathom the change that had 
seemingly made an understanding young man out of his boy overnight, and in 
all truth he wasn't certain that he deserved to know. Perhaps the permissive 
age they lived in bore considerably more merit than his own generation liked 
to give it; at least, from a selfish standpoint, it appeared that way to 
him. In any case, he wouldn't question whatever or whomever had made a young 
adult of his son. He could only be pleased about the boy's radical changes 
of heart. 

"Dad?" 

"Yes?" 

"Maybe we ought to go over and see if she's okay." 

The church youth group leader smiled. He was pleased to know the concern of 
his unfathomable son. He said: "That's a warm pleasant idea, Son, but I 
don't believe we should. At this point, Bonnie still values her privacy. I 
don't want to invade that. Can you understand, Randy?" 

"Well...yes, I guess so, but.. . " 

"But?" 

"Oh...nothing, Dad." 

Mike picked up a glass of brandy he had at his side and sipped at it, 
watching his son lift his book and seemingly get interested. Strange, he 
thought, but for a moment he'd had a weird feeling that whatever was between 
Bonnie and himself was some kind of middle-aged delusion. But, of course 
that was ridiculous...or was it? Did he really want to marry her? Was he so 
much in love that he wanted to bring her into their house, to be a mother to 
his son? Their sex relationship had been beautiful, of course, but even 
whores could be beautiful sometimes. 

"What're you thinking about, Dad?" Randy asked, looking up and smiling. "I 
could tell by the expression on your face...." 

"Nothing really, Randy . . .just contemplating. Look, read your book, eh?" 

Randy again buried his face in his book, but Mike himself couldn't read. He 
didn't know where that odd thought about his love for Bonnie being a 
delusion-had come from, but it had hit him with startling impact. In fact, 
as he continued to pretend to read, his thoughts were concentrated totally 
on his emotions of the past few days. What did he really feel? Was this 
truly love that he felt for Bonnie? Oh, he knew that he desired her in a 
physical way; hell, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, his 
dead wife included. But was that enough? Maybe there was something missing 
in their just-born relationship, and perhaps a clue to that could be found 
in the fact that he wasn't over-anxious to find out where Bonnie was or what 
she was doing if in fact she wasn't at home asleep. And it was awfully 
early. 

His thoughts continued to bore in upon this same subject for the rest of, 
the evening, and by the time Randy went to bed, Mike was aware of a growing 
suspicion of his motives in asking Bonnie to marry him. In fact, by the time 
he himself went to bed, he was no longer at all sure he would marry her, as 
beautiful and alluring as she was. He couldn't help comparing the emotion 
which bound them together with that which he'd shared with his first wife, 
and his love for Bonnie, or his physical attraction or whatever, somehow 
didn't seem strong enough to bind them together inseparably. 

Actually, there was no reason for alarm over his newborn caution. Men and 
women had fallen into infatuating circumstances before and survived with 
little difficulty once their eyes were opened, and he could immediately set 
about opening Bonnie's. She was too much of a beautiful person not to 
understand, or see the way their delightful sexual encounter had swayed 
them. Perhaps if she were willing, and certainly many girls were, they could 
carry on a warmly satisfying but purely physical relationship in that 
capacity. And who knows, maybe eventually something permanent might even 
come of it. But in the end, it was Randy who wouldn't let Mike sleep. The 
boy had made such a sudden change in his own viewpoint from total opposition 
to his father's proposed marriage to Bonnie to complete acceptance. Of 
course, Mike knew of the rumors that the boys in the youth group liked to 
pass around, but he didn't give them any credence. He also didn't think 
Randy would be swayed by the obvious fantasies of his youthful peers. In 
fact, Mike himself remembered a few tall stories he'd told about some of the 
pretty older women who'd passed through his life at that imaginative age. 

It was ridiculous, he knew...and yet, just the thought that there might be 
any truth to the rumors, or that Bonnie and his son...Oh shit, this was 
ludicrous, Mike thought, as he climbed into his empty bed. Bonnie was a good 
person, and a deeply religious one, he chided himself. To even suppose that 
the reason for Randy's abrupt change of face might have been caused 
by...well, it was ridiculous. That was all there was to it! 

* * * 

Bonnie paid little mind to Ted Burns who had produced a camera and was 
hopping around, taking flash-bulb shots of the continuous orgy in the church 
meeting-room from every conceivable angle. She could barely concentrate on 
anything but the continual resurgence of ecstatic sensations the marathon of 
young mouths and tongues salaciously sucking and licking at every erogenous 
area she possessed were forcing her to endure. Already she had lost count of 
the orgasms her trembling and nearly exhausted body had experienced, or who 
was between her thighs, or sucking her breasts, or thrusting their cock in 
her mouth and emptying their fiery sperm down her exhausted throat while 
fingers routed and gouged the spongy soft flesh of her abused rectum. 

Vaguely now, the tortured youth group sponsor gave thanks for the liquor she 
had drunk, for without its anesthetizing effects she would surely have gone 
mad by this time. Her frantic body was quaking; it was nothing more pan a 
mass of erotically tortured nerve-ends. Unceasingly the teenage gang had 
kept up their oral ravaging, and for how long it had gone on, Bonnie had no 
idea. Nebulously, she was aware that now and then there would only be one or 
two of them at her, while the others drank beer from cans along with smoking 
their pot and playing the audience, obviously taunting their flaccid young 
cocks back into rigid erection once more. 

Dear God, it couldn't go on much longer, or she would go absolutely insane! 
Yet, they only sniggered obscenely each time she pleaded with them, and 
whoever was taking a turn at the endlessly seething inferno up between her 
thighs would begin to lick and suck fiendishly until the convulsive spasms 
jolted again through her loins and belly in a paroxysm of agonized climactic 
pleasure. 

"Oh...oh my God, please...stop!" Bonnie begged once more, tossing her head 
back and forth on the carpet in the aftermath of a numbing series of little 
climaxes from the viciously sucking mouth of Tommy Lambert. "Stop....! Oh 
God, stop! You're driving me mad!" 

"Hey...is that any way to show appreciation?" Ron Jeffers asked, grinning 
down at her through his drug-glazed eyes, the sight of the thin string of 
whitely glistening seminal fluid stretched from the corner of her open mouth 
down over her chin giving his lust an added charge. "You surprise me, Mrs. 
Benedict. Here we are taking turns sweating our asses off trying to satisfy 
that greedy cunt of yours, and this is the way you thank us?" 

"Oh God, please...no more...no; more...." Bonnie pleaded, trying to focus on 
his face as he stood above her lewdly stroking his again hardened cock. "I 
beg you...all of you, no more of that...I can't stand it!" 

"No more of what, doll?" Ron teased, waiting to hear her say it, and 
wondering if she was ready for phase two of their well-planned little orgy 

"Ooooooh...the...the licking and...and sucking...my cunt.. . " the shapely 
blonde whimpered in a debased shame she had never before known, using the 
vilest of terms because she was certain it was what he...they...wanted to 
hear. She had to gain their mercy somehow. Anything else they might conceive 
doing to her would be a relief now. 

God, she couldn't cum one more time! 

"Okay, baby, seeing you put it that way," Ron agreed, nodding down at Tommy 
Lambert who raised his wet shining face from between her obscenely spread 
thighs and noted the sigh of deliverance escaping from her voluptuously 
trembling body. Man, she was a luscious bitch, he thought, gaping at her 
firmly rounded breasts that they'd all sucked into swollen hardness and down 
over the white plane of her belly to the hair-fringed area between her 
ravaged cunt-lips, which lay open now to expose the wetly glistening flesh 
they had purposely tormented beyond reason. "So...what say to a bit of 
fucking now, Mrs. Benedict, eh?" 

The attractive widow stared up at him, her skin cringing at the sight of his 
loins, his bloated testicle sac hanging menacingly beneath. He was giving 
her no choice, she realized; it was let him fuck her senseless or more of 
the ordeal she had just gone through! Then she saw the others moving in to 
surround her again, all of them with re-erected penises except for the 
thirteen year old Ted Burns with his camera. Oh no...my God, not all of 
them...!"Well, baby...maybe you're not ready, eh," Ron said when she made no 
answer, signaling to Bob Hunter who immediately started to drop down between 
her still widespread thighs. "A little more cunt-licking ought.. . " 

"No, please, not that! I'm ready. Yes, fuck me...anything, but no more of 
that!" Bonnie pleaded, raising to her elbows shakily. 

"All right," Ron replied, as if he were answering a request. "If that's what 
you want, doll, we'll fuck you. As a matter-of-fact, Tim' and I've been 
saving our whole load for this act of the party. Right buddy? You know, Mrs. 
Benedict, we wanted to make sure you went away happy tonight, and that shows 
you the type of concerned young people we really are." 

A wave of lascivious laughter echoed from the others. 

"Oh God...!" Bonnie moaned, choking in her trepidation. Then she saw Ron 
dropping down onto the carpet beside her and stretching out on his back, his 
up-thrust cock pointed ceiling-ward. 

"Come on, doll," he ordered lewdly. "Let's get up over me here and give it a 
little kiss and a lick before I bury it in that pretty cunt, eh?" 

Of them all, only this overgrown pothead actually repulsed Bonnie, and had 
ever since she'd made the stupid mistake of letting her depravity get the 
better of her that first time. She realized that her likes or dislikes were 
not apt to be taken into consideration, yet she:: couldn't hold back the 
feeling of utter loathing she felt as with an unsteadily shaking body, the 
drink-and-lust-sated blonde arose to her knees and then climbed astride his 
powerful legs and bent down over his thickly rigid shaft of hot boy-flesh. 

He raised his head to watch when she subserviently grasped his massively 
distended cock inside her slender fingers. She felt his heated hardness 
lurch to her touch, a surprising sensation rippling through her own belly at 
the hotly throbbing feel of it in her hand. She began to work the thick 
foreskin up and down over its bulbous blood-engorged head, finally drawing 
it all the way back until the moist spongy glans was exposed. Then she 
kissed it with ovaled lips, letting her tongue spear out to penetrate the 
slit of its glans opening and tasting the piquant tang of seminal fluid that 
clung there. 

Bonnie heard him grunt beneath her laving tongue, and she began to lick his 
sensitive underside, swirling around the coronal rim, her loathing and 
repulsion of him rapidly dwindling before the lecherous tingling the long 
hard penis against her lips and tongue kindled inside her. She sensed an 
unbelievable tremble of excitement race up her spine as she licked her way 
down the thick shaft to his swollen balls, kissing and coating them with the 
saliva from her mouth, her own incredible desire building almost painfully 
in her loins and belly. Dear God, was there no end to her depraved hunger? 

"Oh fuck!" Ron exclaimed vilely. "Get up over me and get it into your cunt, 
baby! Man, I've got to fuck you! You're too much!" 

Bonnie didn't try to restrain the little smile of egotism his words sparked 
as she did his bidding. Yes, she thought licentiously, she could still 
handle the likes of his adolescent desire. She moved up over him on her 
knees with her prim thighs spread wide, her full sensuous breasts hanging 
and swaying above his barrel chest, her still moist and open cunt directly 
above the tip of his heavy young penis. Then with one hand, she reached back 
between her legs, grasping the hardened shaft to draw its head back and 
forth through her swollen, hair-lined cunt lips.. 

"Oh shit...!" Ron gasped, thrusting his pelvis upward uncontrollably. "Get 
the goddamn thing in, will you bitch?" 

Again Bonnie displayed the little smile that reflected her lust-filled ego, 
plus thankfulness now for her moistly dilated vagina which their fiendish 
licking and sucking were responsible for. 

Tim Gilmore watched it all from behind, his face almost touching Ron's legs 
and Bonnie's beautiful buttocks, his eyes gaping as he watched her place his 
buddy's thick cock-head right at the quivering mouth of her distended 
vagina, then push her ass-cheeks down onto it with a swoosh, taking the 
whole frigging thing right up inside her pussy on the first lunge! He heard 
her let out a heavy moan and Ron grunt in reaction as she rocked back and 
forth on his turgid penis, then lifted her hips, her clutching pink pussy 
sucking and pulling at it only to plunge down again, this time with an 
abandoned circling undulation of her loins. For a moment, Tim thought he 
might shoot off just watching the horny sight! 

Christ, that was the thing about her! No one guy was going to tear her up 
with his feeble cock! Like Ron had said, she was too much, which was the 
reason they'd teamed and planned the whole orgy. Man, they'd really had her 
going there for awhile; she'd cum so many times her guts must've been ready 
to fall out. But here she was right back for more! 

Tim stared at the little spongy ring of her raised anus, all puckered and 
brownish without a hair around it, but swollen and maybe stretched a little 
now from his and the other guys' fingers. The aroused red-haired boy stared, 
watching her asshole bob up and down between the rounded white half-moons of 
her spread-open buttocks and wishing to hell it was his turn next. But it 
wasn't! According to the plan, Bob made the next move when Ron gave him the 
signal. Then, his shot came with Tommy joining in and poor Ted catching 
pictures of it all. Well, somebody had to do that too, according to Ron that 
was, if they wanted to make the whole crazy scene pay off, so that they 
could do it again when the urge hit them, which was friggin' often! Anyway 
Ted was a one-cummer; hell, he was only thirteen. 

Ron was clutching the naked young widow's rhythmically dancing breasts, 
squeezing and kneading their resilient satin smoothness while he lifted from 
the floor to thrust his thick aching cock up into the tight velvety confines 
of her grasping cunt-channel. Shit, she was...she was too much! Her long 
blonde hair hung down to graze and tickle his cheeks, and there was a smile 
on her face, a confident little smile that was drawing the sap right out of 
him. His balls churned almost painfully, he'd held his load back for so 
long; and when he lifted her breasts up and looked at her plunging cunt 
swallowing up his cock, he couldn't believe it! 

"Wh-What's wrong, Ron?" Bonnie panted, ever smiling down at him. "Is it too 
much for you this way....? " 

The big boy choked, his words bunching in his throat before he got them out, 
and Bonnie's smile twisted to a salacious grin. 

Damn them! she thought. She'd show them who their mistress was, and she'd 
enjoy the delights of their cocks in the bargain! But it was this one, the 
leader, she had to humble first; and then the others would be easy. For a 
moment in the beginning, when she'd plunged down on the thick shaft and its 
rubbery head had battered her cervix, she'd had her moment of doubt. But 
now, that very same nudging and pummeling was instigating a delicious 
pressure in her belly. 

"Now, Bob!" the naked delinquent under her said, interrupting her thoughts, 
and Bonnie sensed a spasm of apprehension at the sound of his voice. 

Abruptly, she felt another presence moving in behind her and automatically 
assumed it to be Rob Hunter. She sensed his hands on her buttocks, warm and 
caressing, then smoothing to her hips, the heat of his body evidence of his 
closeness. 

"Wh-What are you going to...." she started. 

"Shut up, you cunt!" Ron snarled up at her viciously, and she did, bringing 
her grinding fucking motion to a decisive halt, a new trepidation of fear 
suddenly sweeping over her. "Damn you, you're going to be hard to teach, 
aren't you? You can't believe that you lose and we win! Well, maybe it's 
better that way, baby, but I assure you, we're going to win, even with your 
hot cunt that can't seem to get enough cock." 

Oddly enough, though she knew that she should be, Bonnie was not frightened. 
The thought had registered in her mind that no matter how they violated her 
now, any act or acts couldn't possibly throw her into the state of hysteria 
she had reached through their sucking and licking of her. And then, Ron's 
withdrawal of his swollen cock from her wildly excited vagina until only the 
tip rested at its mouth and the simultaneous presence of a second shaft that 
had to be seated upon the first, both nozzles pointed and geared toward the 
passage of her dilated cunt, made her understand with a horrible burst of 
realization what they had in mind. They were going to double-fuck her!! 

"Oh...oh no! Please...I can't take them both...." 

"Ready, Bob?" 

"Say when, Ron!" 

"Oh no...please, boys......?" 

"One...two...threeee...give!" 

They did together Bob clutching at her hips powerfully, destroying any 
thoughts of evasion she might have entertained, their pair of hotly 
throbbing penises smashing up into her stretched vagina like devastating 
pile-drivers, immediately widening her defenseless little cunt with 
breath-taking shocks of agony that eliminated all sense of ego and 
self-respect she might still have enjoyed. 

"Aaaaauuuuggghh! Stop! Please! Stop!" Bonnie wailed in her immediate agony. 
"My God! What kind of little animals are you?" 

Ron laughed up into her face drunkenly. "Fuck-animals, Mrs. Benedict! That's 
it! Fuck-animals! What kind are you?" 

She couldn't speak! The penetration of both their hardened penises together 
up into her painfully stretched vagina was more than breath-taking, it was 
pagan! She remembered once reading about it, the thought intriguing her, but 
the real act.. . ? And without hesitation, they continued to fuck into her, 
in and out, as if they had practiced, she thought in confused agony. My God, 
they were stretching her beyond reason! 

"Oh...oooohhh, dear Lord!" she gasped as they plunged ruthlessly up into 
her. "You're killing me! You're killing me!" 

"Is it nice, baby?" Ron hissed up at her. "Do you love it?" 

"Ooooohhh! Oh...oh Goddd...yes...yesss, yesssss! Do it...do ittt! Fuck me 
with both cocks! I want you to! I doooo!" 

Bonnie could hardly comprehend the weird sensations her tortured vagina was 
telegraphing to her brain, the never-before-equaled enchantment returning to 
permeate her body, firing her satanically against her will. She was 
insatiable! She knew it now for certain! Anything evil and obscene, had it 
to do with sex, was her passion; and knowing it, she could pump her hips and 
buttocks like a wanton whore down onto the uplifted teen-aged cocks scoring 
the sensitively responding flesh of her cunt. 

But it was Bob who soon began to whimper, grasping feverishly at her hips 
and thrusting his cock in unison with Ron's into her tightly clasping 
vaginal passage. 

"I-I can't hold it, Ron! I-I'm going to cummm!" 

"Okay, so shoot it!" Ron spat contemptuously. "Let the hot bitch have it!" 

Bonnie moaned uncontrollably at the licentious thought of Bob Hunter's 
virile young cock ejaculating prematurely into her while the older boy's 
continued to fuck on uninterrupted. The two shafts of hardened cock-flesh 
adjoined in her mind's eye like a double-barreled weapon, and she pumped her 
salaciously spread buttocks and genitals up and down on them, suddenly 
feeling the upper one jerking and swelling, while its youthful owner 
clutched brutally at the quaking flesh of her hips and began to chant: 

"Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh...oh...here it cuuummmmssss...!" 

The totally subjugated Sunday school teacher and youth leader felt it 
squirting from the tip of Bob's desperately ramming cock in thick hot jets 
of viscous male liquid, immediately lubricating the walls of her 
over-stretched vagina with a welcoming coating that increased the 
sensitivity of her passage by ten-fold. But then it was growing limp, almost 
pulpy, until it was gone, and the single thrusting cock still charging up 
into her, the one she had feared because of its size, no longer was enough! 
It was as if she were trying to fuck a baby penis, plunging her obscenely 
dilated cunt down onto it with wanton undulating motions of her hips and 
buttocks in her effort to maintain the friction of his fiery hot flesh 
against the expanded sheath of her intensely excited cuntal passage! 

"Oh...God...more! Someone else...put your cock in there with Ron's! 
Please...hurry!" she gasped breathlessly. 

"Sonofabitch!" Ron choked, as she bucked and strained on top of him like a 
woman gone mad, her beautiful face contorted in debauched lust. He clutched 
at her hanging breasts cruelly, mauling them and biting their nipples as he 
smashed his thick rigid cock up to meet her downward plunge, the fear 
beginning to rise in him that maybe she was too much for them after all. 
"N-Now, Tim! Get it into her!" 

Tim Gilmore knelt behind his blonde youth leader, moving in when Bob was 
finished, his cock like a throbbing poker as he gaped at the stretched 
swollen outer flesh of her cuntal channel and Ron's heavy penis pistoning up 
into it, all moist and glistening from the mixture of Bob's semen and her 
cunt-juice that was matting the hair at the base of Ron's cock and dribbling 
down his balls. 

Frig, he hadn't thought he could wait much longer for Ron's signal, and then 
she'd started to beg for another cock and he knew it was time! He was 
already kneeling up snug to her, his hands on her hips covering the red 
welts that Bob had left there, his brain pot-fogged sponge of adolescent 
lust as his eager eyes centered on the raised little ring of her inflamed 
anus that was puffy and not quite so tight since they'd finger-reamed it. 

"Hold it, baby," Ron ordered hoarsely. "Here comes your other cock!" 

"Oh...yes...!" Bonnie moaned, bringing her body to a temporary motionless 
position and obscenely thrusting her buttocks back by dipping her waist and 
spreading her knees wider, the absolutely depraved thought of two virilely 
hardened penises again inside her, inciting her wickedly. She felt Tim's 
hands on her hips, then the nudging of his young hard penis as it played in 
the dampness, coating the entire area of her genitals, its spongy tip moving 
provocatively up and down the crevice separating her gapingly spread 
buttocks. "Hurry! Please, Tim get it in!" she hissed passionately, squirming 
her hips as if to help him...but then, she froze! 

God! What was he doing? She sensed his thumbs on either side of her tiny 
virginal anus, pressuring outward as if to open the tight little hole! Oh 
no, dear God, she was too sore there from their finger-fucking! 

"Oh, please, not there! Don't! I can't...not with the other one in my 
vagina...!" The Sunday school teacher pleaded, fear knotting her belly at 
the thought of the younger boy trying to sodomize her while Ron fucked into 
her still wanting vagina. Putting them both into her cunt was one thing she 
had already found out its capacity but this outrageous obscenity would split 
her apart! 

"Hold still, you cock-sucking bitch!" Ron spat up at her, clutching and 
twisting her slightly bruised breasts viciously. "I told you we were going 
to win this game, damn you!" 

"Uuuuuuuuggghhh," Bonnie whimpered from the pain of his cruelly pinching 
hands, and then she felt the hardened head of Tim's rigid swollen cock 
pressuring against the once tight ring of her anus which his thumbs were 
spreading open! God, at that frightening moment it was difficult for her to 
believe they were just teenaged boys--boys that once she had seduced and 
enjoyed to the tune of her own perverted pleasure. 

She felt him strain forward. His cock-head was worming its way up into her 
defenselessly puckering anus, and she chilled with natural terror. 

"Oh God...please no!" she whimpered painfully, trying to squirm free of the 
blunt agonizing intrusion into her resisting rectum. But they clung to her 
mercilessly, the red-haired Tim pressing ever forward as she clenched her 
tear-filled eyes tightly shut; and then the tense elastic nether-ring gave 
way before the relentless pressure, letting the smooth turgid head of his 
stiff cock pop salaciously up into her stretched anal passage. She felt his 
strong young hands move to her thighs, his fingers gouging into her 
trembling flesh, and she gritted her teeth to help her bear the pain. 

"How's that feel, Mrs. Benedict?" Ron taunted, leering contemptuously up at 
her as he continued to knead her swollen and sore breasts and thrust his 
thick heavy cock up into her tortured vagina with a grinding circular hip 
action, "Like somebody was shoving a hot rod up your luscious ass, eh?" 

"Oooohhh! Aaauuggghh! Stop...oh, stop! You're killing me!" Bonnie 
half-screamed, her face twisted from the torment. "Ooohh...you...you filthy 
little bastard!" she wailed back at Tim, straining her neck to look at his 
drugged grin as he clutched sadistically at her thighs, worming his rigid 
cock slowly up into her warm rubbery passage without respite. Ron hauled her 
down against his chest, forcing her buttocks higher into the air to help 
Tim's cock push into her futilely resisting rectum and sodomize her there, 
its throbbing head plowing the spongy clinging flesh before it. Finally, 
with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-cheek against his pelvis, 
he had driven the long hard length of it up into her desperately tortured 
back passage! 

Bonnie gasped for breath, hardly able to think, the pain was so 
overwhelming. She would never be the same after this fiendish ravaging of 
her genitals. Even the effects of the liquor she had drunk throughout the 
day were no longer of any solace to her, and the slightest move she made 
only impaled her rectal passage deeper. She tried to hold herself to a 
deathly stillness as both boys began to saw in and out of her still moist 
vaginal and rectal channels...in and out...in and out...until she began to 
sense the thickness of their hot shafts rubbing against each other, 
separated only by the fleshy thin membrane between her filled vagina and 
abused rectum! 

"Uuuunnggg...ooohh...oooohhh, God...!" she moaned in disbelief as the 
incredible torment gradually became pleasurable in an odd, unfathomable way. 
She began to move back and down with her seemingly stretched passages in 
paradoxical responses to their thrusting young cocks! 

To Bonnie, in her totally lust-corrupted state, pain had suddenly become 
masochistic joy, and for the thousandth time, she reasoned vaguely, she had 
plumbed new depths of perverted degradation! God, there was no limit to the 
dregs of debauched obscenities to which her passion would subject itself! 

"Ram it to her, Tim baby!" Ron encouraged. "Make the teasing bitch taste it 
up in her throat!" 

The wantonly writhing blonde widow didn't try to restrain the groans of 
masochistic passion pouring from her lips as she felt the swollen intrusion 
thrusting solidly up into her abused rectum, chafing and rubbing to a 
prurient hotness its tender spongy recesses. She felt Tim's hands gripping 
her wriggling hips again with an eager pressure as he sawed and drubbed into 
her, the sweet pain going on and on, each vicious plunge raising a throaty 
gasp from her that filled the otherwise quiet room. She stared unseeingly 
though she was conscious of Ron's big hands twisting and taunting the 
fullness of her still dancing breasts while his cohort pummeled between her 
upraised buttocks with longer and smoother strokes, ramming the entire 
length of his hard teenage cock right up her anus until she could feel his 
youthfully bloated balls slapping each time against the stretched 
cock-stuffed mouth of her filled cunt. 

"How do you like it now, baby? We getting to you yet?" the leader of the 
group beneath her spat as he unceasingly squeezed and tormented her lush 
breasts, twisting their distended nipples harshly. Then, with an unexpected 
shattering lurch, he drove his long thick cock upward into her splayed 
vagina to stab at the underside of her belly, forcing a low whimper to 
escape her throat. "You're going to remember this party for some time to 
come, I'll bet my ass!" 

Bonnie felt like laughing down into the youthful face. Oh, she'd remember it 
all right, but only because of the vile forbidden bliss it was bringing her 
being raped by five youthful cocks that had fucked into every opening of her 
sensuously insatiable body! Yes, she would remember it all right, and so 
would they, for the rest of their lives! 

Tommy Lambert watched the progress of the orgy with lewd fascination, 
dropping to his knees beside Tim and staring in mesmerized excitement while 
he stroked his own resurrected and hardened member. Tim's sodomizing cock 
was racing hotly up into Mrs. Benedict's obscenely stretched rectum while 
Ron's hairy loins plunged furiously in and out of her moistly clinging cunt 
with powerful tunneling thrusts. Both of them were working like a schooled 
team that tossed her between them, and she was moaning continuously at the 
crazy wild fucking they were giving her. 

Man, old Ron was so goddamned wrapped up in his work that he'd forgotten the 
plan, but Tommy couldn't wait any longer. Still, he didn't want to get the 
big boy uptight with him either. 

Tommy kneed his way up to where his overgrown buddy was straining lustily 
and stroking Mrs. Benedict's bruised breasts. "Hey, man...now?" he asked 
timidly, his mouth cotton-dry, "Is it time now?" 

Tommy saw the orgy's instigator roll his head toward him, his drugged eyes 
staring blankly as if he'd forgotten everything but his own stiff cock. 

"W what.. . ? " Ron choked, the gusto seemingly drained from his voice, his 
mouth hanging open loosely as he sucked in gasps of air. 

It was Bonnie herself who turned her beautiful, wantonly distorted face 
toward him and said: "So come here, little darling! Bring that sweet cock 
over here to Bonnie, and I'll suck if for you." 

From his objective position in one corner, Rob couldn't believe it. After 
all they had put her through, she was still asking for more! He dropped his 
camera onto a chair as he watched her hold out a hand to Tommy, and all the 
while as the raging stalks of teenage cock-flesh fucked into her lewdly 
responding lower channels, she met their plunges stroke for stroke as if the 
party had just begun! 

"Well, do it man!" Ron rasped. "Do what the sweet doll's telling you...!" 

Sweet doW. Rob groaned inwardly. Not bitch or cock-sucker, but sweet doll'. 
Crud, whose show was this, anyway? Who was being taught the goddamned 
lesson? 

But Bonnie knew whose show it was. She had known since Ron Jeffers had a 
moment ago begun to tenderly kiss and caress her breasts rather than maul 
them. And Tim's rigid young cock had never been anything but eager once 
she'd grown accustomed to its unnatural presence. Now Ron's thick lengthy 
rod was inciting rapidly mounting sensations in her loins and belly just 
when she'd wondered if it could ever happen again, and the other virile 
boy-cock was bringing her weird bliss in its sodomizing charges from behind. 
They were tamed, beaten, possessed the licentiously overwhelming knowledge 
causing a shameless excitement to seize complete and infernal control over 
her once more. The vanquished was vanquishing the vanquishers, and now, she 
would capture a third one! 

Damn it, the whole show was going down the drain, Rob Hunter reasoned, 
clasping at his elongated penis again as he gaped with growing excitement 
while their youth group sponsor took Tommy's throbbing penis in her hand and 
without hesitation leaned forward to suck it hungrily into her ovaled wet 
mouth. 

Bonnie was soaring on the crest of an ungovernable forbidden hunger. These 
five teenaged boys had hoped to destroy her, but instead, she had won and 
against decisive odds! Every sensuous bodily entrance she possessed was 
fdled with boy-cock, sweet and luscious boy-cock! With depraved delight, she 
undulated her naked buttocks and squeezed with both cuntal and rectal 
muscles at the hardened young members fucking with hot rhythm into her wetly 
receiving cavities. She listened to catch their adolescent groans of 
subservience to her, while her passages pulled wantonly at their juvenile 
shafts. With ardent hunger she began to suck at the jerking young cock in 
her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the 
exploring of it with her fervently licking tongue, its tip probing 
serpent-like into the boyish slit in the turgid head. She sought and found 
his bloated teenage balls, cupping them ardently and beginning to caress and 
milk them with passionate fervor. 

Oh . '. . oh yes! This was all things! She was devoted, a slave to their 
tenderly unschooled and vibrant penises in her mouth! All else was but 
explosive fuel fed to the hotbed of coals encompassing her debasing 
perversion! Not that she had truly ever doubted it, but again and again it 
had proved to be true for her. For, until Tommy's sweet-tasting young prick 
had slipped into the loving sanctuary between her lips, her ultimate 
enchantment had done little more than ferment in her cock-filled belly and 
loins, building pressure and promising erotic explosions that never would 
have come. 

It would now, she knew! Just Tommy's pulsing presence between her 
voraciously sucking lips, and the knowledge that he would soon squirt his 
delicious cum out for her to drink and swallow, hot and spewing down her 
throat to fill her belly, was enough. Then, those thickened shafts ramming 
into her hotly palpitating cunt and anus would do the same, but until that 
moment when a penis had again entered her mouth, there had been no promise 
of satiation for her. 

"Oh...oh shit...Ron!" Tim was kneeling obscenely up behind the Sunday school 
counselor's widespread ass-cheeks, his moistly glistening penis disappearing 
like a thick piston right up her once tiny asshole, and as he groaned he 
began to lurch and spasm, his motion no longer even. 

Ron Jeffers wanted to cry, his passion was that intense; plus he knew that 
he had wronged this incredible woman all the way, every fucking bit of the 
way. From the beginning, after she'd sucked his cock, then gone cold on him, 
he knew. Shit, he loved her and the way her beautiful cunt was drawing the 
balls right out of him! 

"Oh man...man!" he heard Tommy exclaim. "I'm going to blow'em, Ron...!" 

"Yeah...okay...go ahead!" the big boy gasped, trying to reconcile his own 
situation. He was one straw away himself! Man, what kind of woman had they 
tried to put down? She was the ultimate and somehow he knew it would never 
happen again! They'd thrown her everything they had this time, and she was 
still in control! Oh shit, he had to cum! His cock and balls were killing 
him! 

Oh God, yes! Bonnie's libidinous mind responded knowingly. She sensed 
Tommy's pumping organ swelling abruptly in her mouth and she sucked it 
ravenously until it burst and he whined, shuddering all over. It exploded to 
gush forth in thick streams of creamy pungent sperm shooting into her mouth 
and throat, her cheeks puffing and contracting as she swallowed in delight 
to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing from it. She drank it 
down greedily in hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the 
ejaculating shaft, prepared not to lose a single drop! 

Then he fell back from her, his shrinking boy-cock pulling from between her 
still sucking lips, a seepage of white cum oozing from the corners of her 
lovely mouth as she looked down at the now tamed face of their self-styled 
leader who had planned to destroy her. Both her rectum and belly were now 
filled with his young cohorts' cum. Now, it was his turn! 

She bent down and kissed him with her moist, sperm-coated lips, thrusting 
her cum-covered tongue into his mouth obscenely, finally raising her head 
and laughing down at him. 

"It's been quite a party you planned, Ron, but you've yet to do your share. 
Do we have to call one of the others for help again, or do you think you're 
man enough to handle the finale and make me cum." 

"Y you bitch! You beautiful fucking b bitch!" he gasped feebly and without 
malice. "I'll finish it...or die trying!" 

"You might at that, lover!" Bonnie moaned, raising her hips higher and 
plunging down in an undulating grinding motion with her buttocks, her 
cunt-muscles contracting and pulling at his thrusting rock-hard cock while 
her swollen breasts swayed and jounced nakedly above his face. She sat up 
straight then, beginning a salacious rocking motion, feeling the towering 
length of his delicious cock scoring the walls of her tingling vaginal 
passage while its bulbous head prodded delightfully at her belly depths. She 
reached behind her and found his bloated balls to cup and taunt with her 
nails, then gently squeezed and milked them until the boy beneath her was 
grooving in lewd delight. And then he stiffened as if he had touched a live 
wire! 

"Goddamn...." Ron groaned, gaping up at the blonde widow's beautifully 
sensuous face. "Here it comes, baby! Oh shit.. . ! Fuck it hard! I'm c c 
cummmmmiiiiinnggggg...!" 

"Yessss! Yessss!" Bonnie responded with a little wail, her obsessively 
working hips and buttocks smashing downward to absorb his up-thrusting 
jerking cock frantically! "Oh God....! Now! Nowwwwww....! Let's cum 
together! Aaaaagghhhhhhh. Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! I'm cumming!" 

Their bodies convulsed spasmodically, the result of their orgasms foaming 
back and down out of Bonnie's enveloping cunt in a torrent to flood hotly 
over his cock and balls below while they continued to pound against each 
other in a dance of never-ending lust. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Was it good, honey?" Mike Russel asked rhetorically, reaching out to pull a 
cigarette from the half-empty pack beside the bed. 

"Ummmmm...darling, you know sex is always good with you," Bonnie answered, 
stretching her satiated body out beneath the sheet with feline grace. She 
was proudly conscious of the way her naked flesh caught the sheer silk and 
pulled it into every luscious curve of her voluptuous body. "It was...out of 
this world." 

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Mike laughed, slapping her 
affectionately on the thigh. "How about another drink?" 

Bonnie nodded, and then watched, with admiring eyes as her lean handsome 
lover got up from the bed and walked over to where the bourbon bottle rested 
on her vanity. He was such a beautiful man, she thought to herself, and she 
was so incredibly lucky to have him. 

It had been a little difficult for him to accept the fact that they were not 
to be married, but in the end Mike had agreed that it was for the best. 
Their kind of love was not the permanent kind, not the kind that insured the 
success of a marriage. And yet, it was a completely satisfying love for both 
of them, especially in the physical sense. Neither had any obligations to 
the other, and that meant that they were both free to be totally honest and 
totally uninhibited with each other. 

Bonnie had wondered at first whether she would ever be able to relate 
sexually to another man after that incredible night in the youth group's 
meeting hall over three months ago. 

But as soon as the shock and physical exhaustion of that night had worn off, 
the young widow had discovered that, far from trying to blot out the way she 
had behaved with the boys in the group, she could in fact look upon that 
evening as a new stage in her life, a stage in which she was more open and 
honest with herself than she had ever been before. Up to that 
mind-shattering night, her life had been lived under the oppressive shadow 
of desires which she'd been loath to even admit. But now, it was as though 
the very extremeness of what had happened had opened her eyes to herself so 
that at last she seemed at peace with her sexual idiosyncrasies. 

"A little water this time around, dear." 

"Yes, please, darling." 

Bonnie sighed as she watched Mike walk toward the bathroom with the drink 
glasses, his semi-erect penis swinging heavily against his powerful loins. 
What would this beautiful man say if he knew his mistress was carrying on an 
illicit affair with his own son? 

Bonnie had hoped to keep herself from being sexually attracted to Randy 
Russel, but that hope had been as futile as trying to stem the tides. Of 
course, Randy was fully aware that his good fortune depended on his father's 
total ignorance of what was going on, so he kept absolutely silent. And none 
of the boys in the group ever so much as mentioned that wild evening after 
Ron Jeffers, their leader, moved away from Chippewa Falls. Bonnie, through 
her behavior that night, had so impressed and intimidated the youngsters 
that they even avoided talking about that evening among themselves. ' 

Oh, she was walking a tightrope of sorts; Bonnie knew that. But the fact she 
was having an affair with Mike and still maintaining secret meetings with 
his son seemed to give her life a new thrill and excitement that she had 
come to crave these last two months. Life would seem dull without it. And 
God knew, she couldn't have done anything else. She didn't know what she 
would do if she lost either of them. 

"Here you are, my dear," Mike said as he came back to the bed, handing her a 
glass. He was surprised when she took it from him along with his own and set 
them both on the night table. 

"Later," she said provocatively, her eyes filled with the love she had for 
this marvelous man. "Right now, I need something else." 

"You mean you didn't get enough?" Mike grinned with amusement, his thick 
cock jerking upward in excitement as he watched Bonnie slowly pull the 
silken sheet from her voluptuous inviting body. Damn, she could turn on a 
man if he'd already cum a hundred times! 

"I never get enough of you, darling, you know that," the enticing widow 
mewled with desire, her belly knotting with renewed passion. 

"But honey, Randy's going to be coming home from that camping trip tonight, 
and hell be expecting me," Mike protested feebly, allowing her to reach out 
her hand and guide him back down onto the bed with her. 

Bonnie paused before she answered, pulling him across on top of her and 
reaching down to grasp his growing penis and heavy balls with loving 
tenderness. 

"I know he is, darling. I know he is," she whispered. And then she thought 
to herself with a little smile: And then I'll have both my wonderful men 
back home with me again. 


End
