Aunt Donna's Awakening
by Carole Wilson


FOREWORD 

It is with considerable pride that we are at last able to offer the reading 
public another novel by Carole Wilson, whose impressive writing ability has 
won her a large and faithful audience. 

Once again Miss Wilson has brought her intense analytical faculties to bear 
on the phenomenon of contemporary life, its weakness in the face of social 
stress and its secret strengths. Her characters are surprisingly true to 
life, young, vital and unflinching in their dedication to facing the most 
demanding challenges of contemporary urban existence. 

We are shown, step by step, the deep layers of custom and convention that 
have been created by our culture to disguise the primitive animal nature 
that is the core of all human beings. The principal characters are drawn 
into a compelling vortex of experiences which abrasively tears away these 
protective layers of property, manners and social custom. 

They are brought face to face with their naked inner selves - the initiation 
is shattering, but it holds possibly the foremost hope for regeneration of 
our sick society on a new, more realistic basis. 

We are proud to be able to offer this provocative and absorbing work and to 
recommend it to all thoughtful Americans. None of us can be sure when we 
will be faced with the same dilemma, and the question is, will we come 
through the ordeal as well as the fictional characters in this compelling 
book? We wonder. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The Publishers Donna Mason's light hair covered her eyes and then returned 
to place as she stood there shaking her head. Mr. Mc Grand was a large 
stubborn man who seemed to think he could get anything he wanted if he 
persisted long enough. Donna felt the familiar fears returning, as they did 
whenever the men in the store asked her out on a date. 

Gene Mc Grand was accustomed to this reaction from the best saleslady in the 
women's wear department. But every working day he was reminded anew that 
Donna was a physical wonder and "irresistible" seemed far too mild a word to 
describe her. She had a flowing walk with her hips undulating a sexy free 
way under her dress. Above her trim waistline, her breasts loomed large and 
exquisitely shaped. And they, too, seemed to circle and shake in a jellied 
way when she walked. Since her figure was so well-formed, so firm and 
youthful, she never wore girdles or anything more than her panties and a 
bra. And it showed in her every high-heeled step! 

Mc Grand would watch her full lips whenever he could get a chance hoping for 
some clue to her personality. She represented a challenge to him and he was 
wracking his brain trying to find a way to get her into bed, "Is there 
someone, Miss Mason," he grinned, "someone you haven't told us about?" 

Donna blushed and then shook her head again with a motion that had become 
second nature to her. She was aware that Mr. Mc Grand was not to be 
offended. She knew how hard it could be to work for a boss that has been 
"put down". 

"Since my sister's death I just haven't had the time to go out. Mr. Mc 
Grand, please understand, my young nephew is at a" very difficult age and I 
feel a great responsibility toward him." 

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

And there was that damned nephew again, Barry. She was just using him as an 
excuse, as a shield. He suspected that there was no nephew. But the 
suspicion that Miss Mason was lying just added the right note of mystery to 
the erotic symphony of this young woman. 

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

Mc Grand straightened his plaid sport coat and continued his rounds of the 
department store. "Have a fun weekend, Miss Mason," he said suggestively. 

Donna didn't like using her nephew as an excuse to turn down dates, but 
countless times the boy had proved to be the best and easiest excuse. The 
truth was simply that she had a horrible guilt complex. 

Men had often appeared to Donna as beautiful, physically desirable things 
who would do wonderful sexy things to her still young and ripe body. She 
dressed to hide her lush figure and discovered it was impossible. The more 
she tried to hide her large fully fleshed breasts, the more men seemed to 
notice them; the more she tried to control her walk, the more studied and 
provocative it became. 

Despite her thoughts and aims, she radiated a .natural sensualness a deep, 
heated, milky kind of sexuality. To see Donna in a miniskirt, to see her 
long shapely legs and full curving thighs only conjured a vision of what was 
hidden under her skirt - up there between her legs; to think of her hips 
encased in silken bikini panties and her naked buttocks and her downy golden 
pubic hair made a man positive her sweetly perfumed vaginal lips were 
prominent and pinkly moist... all ready, eager to receive a long, hard cock 
slithering deep up between them to her open cunt beneath. 

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

But Donna Mason had good reason, or so she thought, to be very very careful 
when it came to the attention paid her by the opposite sex. Once, years ago, 
something had happened which had made such a strong impression upon her and 
instilled in her such a feeling of responsibility, that even now she would 
still waken in the middle of the night shaking and sweating, remembering it 
in every detail. 

It had been a typical Los Angeles summer day with the blazing sun shining 
down. Donna and her older sister Diane had decided to go for a walk in the 
park rather than attend the matinee movie as their parents thought they were 
going to do. 

Her sister Diane was always stopping and talking to boys and today was no 
exception. She soon became lost in conversation with a young soldier who had 
been wandering around in the park. Donna became angry, a little jealous 
perhaps and had run ahead of her sister and she tried to lose herself in the 
immensity of the park. 

At the far side of a pond stood a pair of Grecian-like columns, apparently 
placed there to reflect in the clear water of the pond, but poplar trees and 
dense foliage had grown up around them, making the columns barely visible. 
It was near the base of those pillars, in a small opening between the 
bushes, that Donna had lain down to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun... 

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

She was excited by the thought of being naked there in the park, and she 
looked around slowly, reassuring herself of complete privacy. Then, her 
excitement growing with each passing second, she sat up, pulling her dress 
off over her head. Her bra came off next, then her shoes and nylons. And 
finally, thrilled by her own actions she slowly slipped the sheer panties 
away from her firmly rounded buttocks and over her thighs until she sat on 
the warm grass free from the garments which hid her from the sun. 

She felt at one with nature, open and exposed to the life-giving sun. Laying 
back again, this time she felt the coarse leaves of the earth touching her 
nude young flesh and stirring in her a new excitation, as if a thousand tiny 
fingers were brushing against her nerves. And her heartbeat quickened, 
sending her blood pulsating through her newly awakened body, warming, 
stimulating, making her want to caress herself everywhere. 

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

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

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

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

Her middle finger slithered up between her wide-spread pussy lips like a 
knife through butter; probing the warm liquid depths of her passion inflamed 
cunt its full length. The palm of her hand was pressing flat against the 
softness of her virgin pussy hair, and her erectly gleaming clitoris 
pulsated against it, quaking with her desire. Her middle finger see-sawed in 
and out of her passion-drenched cunt as her hips rolled back and forth in an 
eager hunger. With her other hand she pinched and pulled outward on the tips 
of her breasts? generating more fire and heat in the hollowed pit of her 
shaking belly. Her eyes rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall white 
columns thrust at the sky, and her wetly quivering tongue flickered over her 
red lips as her mind was consumed in her passion. 

Suddenly she stopped. She heard something. There was somebody coming! In a 
panic she jumped up and slid her panties over her girlish legs. They became 
wet as soon as she once more covered her pussy and she could see right 
through them. She was panting. She knew that she needed some relief. She 
needed to touch and to be touched. At the same time she felt shame and the 
anticipation that she was about to be discovered. 

But although the sounds continued, like someone walking on the grass, no one 
came into sight. Donna was wearing only the sheer panties and was clutching 
her dress to cover her breasts. She was scared and started to imagine all 
sorts of things. She was lying in a little clearing surrounded by shrubs so 
no one could see her. Still, she wondered what the noise could be. Then she 
heard a moan from nearby. It sounded like her sister, Diane! 

Donna stood up and crept through the shrubbery until she could see what was 
going on. What she saw was Diane lying flat on her back in the grass! She 
was too horrified to move or to cry out! 

It had taken her a moment to focus her eyes on the man in the uniform, as 
the first thing she noticed was the huge massively erect penis that pointed 
straight out from the open front of his pants. 

The blunt, purple head was throbbing with urgency as his hand stroked the 
long, rigid pole lined with blood-filled veins. His lust-narrowed eyes 
looked wild as he stared down between Diane's upraised legs to where her 
hand and fingers were lewdly spreading her openly exposed cuntal mound. She 
knew immediately, without a doubt, that her sister was going to be fucked 
within an inch of her life and that she really wanted it. All Donna could do 
was stand helplessly by and watch! She couldn't run with her dress in her 
hands! She was trapped! 

The man dropped slowly down on the nakedly spread girl's body, his hand 
coming down to cup her nakedly writhing buttocks as his hips held her legs 
wide apart. "God, you're a hot looking little piece of tail!" he grunted 
directly into her ear, the tone of his voice thick with passion. 

Donna, her mouth agape, wanted to cry, to plead with the man lying up 
between her sister's open thighs, but everything happened too quickly for 
her to even catch her breath. His hard, wildly throbbing penis was pushed 
across the wet slit of Diane's heatedly throbbing vagina and its full fleshy 
length pulsated like some mindless monster coiling to strike as the weight 
of his body held her pinned obscenely to the ground. He was panting, and his 
breath was heavy with lewd, desire, and Donna felt a slight tingle starting 
up deep in her own belly. God! Was she actually going to enjoy seeing her 
own sister being fucked in the grass like a five-dollar whore? She gasped as 
the man thrust his wetly quivering tongue into Diane's mouth and his hand 
teasingly squeezed her breasts making her whimper with rising lust. And that 
was only the beginning! In a moment he was voraciously sucking on her ripely 
budding young breasts, drawing the distended nipples up into his hotly 
working mouth and biting hard on them. Donna started to run again, but her 
own passions rekindled, so she only moaned softly and rolled her head from 
side to side in futile silent protest, her hand sliding down to her belly 
and beneath the still-moistened crotchband of her silken panties. Her finger 
slipped easily back up inside her own hotly pulsating cunt as she watched 
through desire-dimmed eyes, the lewd spectacle going on right in front of 
her. 

The soldier had raised up, a salacious smile playing over his lips as he 
fought to get his pants pushed down around his knees with one hand, while he 
kept the other on her naked buttocks. Diane trembled and moaned beneath him 
in passion-driven impatience. Donna could see his mouth was set in a 
permanent triumph-like grin that made her wonder if her sister was going to 
live after he finished with her; and as he positioned himself between her 
widespread thighs, she thought, God, if only it were me... I'd like to be 
fucked like that! But the man's only thought was to hammer his lust-hungry 
cock deep up into her sister's tight, hungrily waiting little cunt. 

Gripping the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, he had guided 
the blunted head toward the wet opening between her hotly quivering pussy 
lips, and once there, he pushed his hips forward, anxiously trying to bury 
his long hard length inside. "OOoohh, please! God, fuck me as deep as you 
can," Donna heard her pleading desperately and she drove her own fingers 
like wildfire deeper and faster up inside her rapidly dilating cunt walls. 
When he thrust hard forward into her sister with his hips again, she thought 
she was going to pass out from the lewd excitement of watching her own 
sister being fucked silly by a strange man this way. Then as he plummeted 
deeper into her hopelessly stretched pussy she felt certain he was going to 
rip the wildly squirming Diane apart. 

"Oh fuck, you're a tight little cunt," she heard the soldier groan as the 
thick head of his cock was wetly gripped by her sister's tightly clenching 
vaginal mouth. She watched him stare down at Diane's hair-covered vaginal 
mound, seeing the pink pussy lips stretched wide by his thick pulsating 
hardness, and he lunged again, driving deeper up into the moistly clasping 
young passage. She looked as though she hoped it would never end as he 
thrust inch by pleasure-giving inch into her heated belly; and when she 
looked as if she couldn't possibly take any more, he shoved forward, driving 
even deeper into her. Then, finally, her abdomen rippling with desire, Donna 
could see the curling tips of his pubic hair brushing against her sister's 
widespread inner thighs. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out 
her passion at the top of her lungs. 

The rest didn't last very long. The man kept groaning over and over again, 
"Oh fuck! What a cunt!" And he wildly drove his long hard cock in and out of 
her sister's gratefully accepting belly. Behind the bushes, Diane could only 
whimper and sob with lewd visions of her own self being fucked by a stranger 
like that whirling through her mind as her almost naked young cunt ground 
heatedly down against her rhythmically working middle finger. 

She didn't want to look at them, but her lewdly rising passion made her keep 
her eyes open; and she hopelessly stared at the wildly fucking couple in 
front of her as her tender young cunt was plundered with a quickening fury 
by her own hands. She watched, eyes bulging as the soldier gripped her 
sister's long blonde hair with one hand, pulling her head up from the 
ground, and shouted, "Look, chick! Look at my cock!" And through 
lust-blurred eyes she saw his hard, wetly glistening penis buried deep up 
into Diane's spread-eagled young body. Even as she watched, her own fingers 
working desperately, she saw his long shaft pulling slickly back out until 
only the very tip remained inside. The silky blonde strands of Diane's pubic 
hair were matted down with hotly seeping cuntal moisture, clearly outlining 
the pinkly flushed flesh of her cock-filled young vagina, and he drove back 
up into her so hard that his groin slammed against her with lewd, rhythmic 
thuds, and her eyes watered so much she could no longer see. 

His body seemed to consume every part of her wildly flailing sister, for her 
neck tensed where it had been savagely nipped with his teeth; her 
voluptuously billowing breasts were squeezed out to the sides by his weight, 
and her long legs high and forced out wide around his hips as her hungrily 
working cunt was pierced and battered time after time by his heavily 
hammering cock. Spasms of wild, lewd delight seemed to grip her belly as he 
suddenly drove to an absolute maximum depth in her ovally stretched pussy, 
and his head went up as his back arched in a great curve... just at the 
moment the fire raged out and exploded like gunshot from the lust-swollen 
tip of his wildly jerking penis. 

Sperm shot into her sister's greedily accepting young womb like molten lava 
from a volcano; squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax 
through tightly gritted teeth. And Diane groaned out beneath him as her 
belly sizzled with the sharp, hotly burning liquid. 

The guy raised up, finally, the wide, now satiated grin still cutting across 
his face, and Donna knew it was over and done as her own climax hit her like 
a baseball bat in the stomach. Fearing discovery, she remained frozen and 
quiet, as the man got up from between her sister's legs, zipped up his pants 
and, smiling triumphantly, walked away. 

Donna wished that she could forget the smirking face of the soldier. She 
wished that she could forget the look of shame in the face of her sister 
when she found out Donna had seen it all. Diane had pleaded with her to keep 
her lewd indiscretion a secret. Naturally Donna agreed. For a while it 
seemed that that terrible afternoon would be forgotten but then the worst 
possible thing happened. Diane became pregnant. 

Her sister became almost a stranger to her then. Diane moved away from home, 
refused to speak to her parents. Donna received a hastily written note once 
in a while, and even managed to visit her a few times, but the sisters 
remained cut off from one another by the shameful memory of that afternoon. 
When Diane was killed in a car accident, however, it was Donna who 
volunteered to care for Diane's young son Barry and she persisted until the 
courts gave her custody of the illegitimate but handsome young man. 

So Donna put sex and men out of her mind, looking upon herself to blame 
almost for her sister's pregnancy because she had not stopped the lewd 
sexual act between her and the soldier. She never dated men, but instead 
devoted her time to improving her professional life and raising her nephew 
Barry in the best possible way. Everything went along fine - she believed 
herself happy - until one day she woke up and" realized that her nephew was 
becoming a young man... Now in addition to the problems of Gene McGrand's 
persistence about a date, there was Barry... and... and... the strange, 
unexplainable sexual attraction she felt for him... 

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

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

Home was a simple and small house in El Centro - a fifteen minute drive from 
work, and a source of pride for Donna. She had bought it when Barry was ten, 
and she had worked hard to make the house comfortable for them. It was in a 
typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of her 
life efforts... the symbol of all that she worked to achieve. 

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

"Aunt Donna?" 

Donna stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened and she saw her 
handsome nephew standing in the hallway, a towel wrapped around his slender 
waist. His head and broad, muscular shoulders were still wet from the 
shower, and he had a hopeful gleam in his eyes that she recognized 
immediately. He was going to ask a favor. 

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

"O.K., dear... " she said, eyeing the thin towel he had around his waist 
with a slight clenching feeling up between her legs. 

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

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

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

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

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

She remembered and blushed slightly. 

"I'm sorry, dear. I'm so hungry, I was wrapped up in the food here." She 
pushed a pot off the burner, and then smiling at Barry, sat down beside him 
at the table. "Now what is it again?" 

In his most serious voice, Barry started again. "I was thinking that we 
ought to take advantage of the three day weekend, and go somewhere where we 
can get away from the everyday routines. Someplace like Desert Springs. I 
stayed up there for a couple of weeks last summer, remember? The people out 
there are real nice and they really know how to have a good time. What do 
you say, Aunt Donna?" Barry was clearly excited about the prospect of a 
weekend in the desert. 

"Barry, honey, I know you wouldn't be this excited about going away for the 
weekend if you hadn't already made some plans. I don't know anybody there 
and it's awfully expensive and inconvenient to rent a cabin out there." 

Barry leaned forward, elbows on the table, and grinned sheepishly. "I got 
the idea this afternoon when I was talking to Cindy Graham. She and Mrs. 
Graham both want us to come out and stay with them for the weekend." 

Donna nodded, then stood up to begin fixing dinner again. She had figured it 
was something like that and she wasn't about to disappoint her nephew. Cindy 
was his girlfriend, though an innocent relationship as far as Donna knew, 
and she, too, came from a one-parent home. Kay Graham, Cindy's mother, was a 
divorcee, and Donna had known her since Barry had taken her daughter to a 
school dance. They had become friends because the children dated off and on, 
but got together only on occasions when they did things with Barry and 
Cindy. These occasions consisted mostly of Sunday afternoon picnics or 
weekend school events, and they got along well together, though they had 
little in common. They were the same age and living without husbands, but 
that was just about where the similarities ended. Kay Graham worked as a 
saleswoman in an exclusive dress shop, and she dated men often, going to 
places the outside of which was all Donna had ever seen. Yet, if going to 
nightclubs and expensive restaurants involved dating men. Donna was glad to 
do without it, while she held nothing against Kay for what she did. For 
Donna, the friendship was like being in on the social doings without 
actually having to participate in them, so going to Desert Springs and 
meeting Kay there sounded like just another Sunday picnic slightly extended. 
It would be fun, and it was something she had to do for Barry. 

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

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

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

Her heartbeat quickened and her vagina tightened again up between her thighs 
as she felt her nephew's hard young body against her, but she turned away 
immediately, looking in a pot as if the food might be burning. 

"Well, it looks like you've got everything all taken care of, Barry. I'll 
just sit back and relax with a good book and listen to the birds sing." 
Donna smiled at the thought but then a shudder came over her. She remembered 
that day in the park so long ago. She looked into Barry's smiling eyes and 
hoped he would never find out about what really happened that day and how 
she had driven herself to a wild, sexual frenzy with her own fingers while a 
complete stranger was filling her sister's openly accepting young womb with 
a hot, heated sperm that would grow up to become this handsome attractive 
boy. Perhaps... perhaps... she mused - thoughtfully, that's why he affects 
me so, sexually. The sight of him reminds me of my own sister being fucked 
half out of her mind by that stranger in the park... and... and my shameful 
fingering of my own self while I Just stood there half-naked and watched... 
watch ed... and came like a whore while he came like a bull up inside my 
sister... Barry's mother... 

CHAPTER TWO 

They got a late start the next morning as Donna realized at the last minute 
she had to wash some clothes for the trip. Barry became somewhat impatient, 
but remained in good spirits as he helped around the house. They got away 
shortly after noon, with Barry driving after having promised his aunt he 
would stay within the speed limit. 

They rode in the Ford station wagon Donna had bought years ago. Barry wanted 
to be a mechanic someday and he kept the car in good running condition. He 
had installed an elaborate stereo system and on the drive out to the desert 
Barry brought his aunt up to date on the latest recorded hits. Donna knew 
that Barry and Cindy drove around for hours and listened to his tapes and 
now she felt a bit honored to be doing the same thing. She envied Barry and 
Cindy. It seemed to take so little to make them happy. Why couldn't she be 
like that? Well, she was trying. 

She felt herself beginning to relax as soon as they got out on the highway 
and she realized that she was looking forward to the weekend away from her 
job with a great anticipation now. 

Desert Springs was nothing more than a small settlement of widely separated 
weekend houses, one situated every half mile or so on the slowly rising sand 
dunes. A large stream ran through the community which was crossed by a 
wooden bridge. All in all it was a charming place to spend a weekend, 
thought Donna. 

Barry stopped the car in front of the Graham house and immediately got busy 
transferring luggage and supplies from the car to the house. When he 
returned to the car he informed his aunt that Cindy and her mother were not 
home at the moment. 

"Weren't they expecting us?" asked Donna, somewhat surprised. 

"Sure," said Barry, "but Cindy said they'd probably be visiting one of their 
neighbors across the bridge. I'll go out and fetch them back as soon as we 
get everything squared away and you feel comfortable." 

So Donna tried to feel as comfortable as she could in a strange house but it 
was a nice cozy little house so that wasn't too hard. 

"O.K.," Barry said finally, after a few minutes of work, "the car is 
unloaded, and I put your things in the bedroom. I'll sleep in there," he 
said, pointing to the day-bed in the living room. 

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

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

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

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

* * * 

The contents of the living room were no more than a table with benches worn 
smooth by use, one over-stuffed chair with a lamp and end table, the day-bed 
with a rough finished coffee table in front, and a floor lamp by the larger 
table. In the corner, dominating the room, was a massive stone fireplace. 
She noticed that wood had been stacked in the grate just waiting to be lit. 

The idea of having a roaring fire going when Barry and the others returned 
seemed nice, so she walked back to the kitchen to look for some matches. In 
a few minutes a bright fire glowed in the fireplace, and she stood back 
staring at her handiwork while feeling its warmth penetrate her clothes. 

She watched the fire for a few minutes, daydreaming how nice it would be to 
sleep in front of the fireplace, and then decided to get busy and finish 
unpacking. Barry had left her suitcase in the bedroom, and she lifted it 
onto the bed, the only other furniture in the small room was a chest of 
drawers. She took her time placing her few articles of clothing in the 
drawers and closet, then closing the suitcase, she slipped it under the 
maple-framed double-bed. She thought about unpacking Barry's suitcase for 
him, but decided to let him do it instead. She returned to the living room 
and sat down on the day-bed making herself comfortable as she watched the 
fire burning to hot, glowing coals Unaware of the time, she day-dreamed, and 
the heat of the fireplace made her lush young body feel warmly sensitive to 
its radiance. In her mind, she could see herself taking off all of her 
clothes, stripping and lying down nakedly in front of the fire, while the 
flames danced in front of her casting strange shadows on her breasts and 
stomach... and legs. The heat made her flesh tingle with an erotic 
excitement as tiny beads of perspiration formed on her brow, and the 
excitement of the fire made her sensuous as it played over her body, 
lighting and caressing each part. God, how wonderful it would be to stay 
here alone for awhile, just she and Barry! 

Donna jumped up from the day-bed, shaking her head to drive the dreams away. 

"Foolish woman," she said out loud, shutting the half-way lewd thought from 
her mind. Through the window she saw that it was almost dark outside, and 
she leaned closer to look up toward a dark sky. She had left her wrist-watch 
in the bedroom, thinking she would have no use for it that evening, and she 
hurried to get it to check the time. Good Lord! It had been two hours since 
Barry left to find the Grahams'! 

It wasn't like her nephew to be late, and he had said an hour... or so she 
thought. She walked quickly to the front door and peered out into the night; 
with the exception of a few scattered barbecue fires, she saw nothing. 
Perhaps a short walk would help her awaken. She wanted to be fresh and good 
company when the others returned. 

The night air was cool, and after a few minutes of walking, Donna stopped, 
thinking she would return to the cabin and wait for the others. Then, she 
saw a small wooden sign a few yards in front of her. She moved closer, 
unable to read it in the twilight from that distance, and she saw it was 
arrow-shaped with the word "bridge" etched on it. Looking out in the 
direction it pointed, she saw a faintly glowing barbecue fire in the 
distance and, remembering that Barry had said they would be across the 
river, decided to walk on over. There was no harm in walking, and maybe they 
would be coming back and they could all walk together. Their paths had to 
meet, as there was only one bridge over the river, so she headed toward the 
fire in the distance. If she didn't meet her nephew and the Grahams soon, 
she could still turn back. The walk would do her good, and it was better 
than waiting in the house where it had been getting a little too hot. 

CHAPTER THREE 

The light of the long sunset was still fading slowly across the desert sand 
when Barry reached the bridge. It wasn't as far as it had appeared from the 
house, but it was still a ways. The bushes along the river bank were large 
tumbleweeds, some already turning gray from the hot desert sun. The sand was 
soft and difficult to walk in, and it angled up quite steeply over a small 
dune, from the bridge, but there seemed to be enough light for him to find 
the path to the top without too much difficulty. 

The trail was angular, worn by time and foot prints into the side of the 
dunes as it rose from one level area to the next, and by the time Barry 
reached the top of the last dune, he was breathing hard. He'd have been very 
unhappy if no one was there, but a short distance away, surrounded by dunes 
so that it was almost invisible from very far away, he saw a small summer 
house with a terrace and swimming pool. The air carried a distinct odor of 
barbecued steaks; when he was almost there he understood why. 

Seated at a large outdoor picnic table by the swimming pool were three 
people. A short distance from that was a barbecue grill being tended by 
Cindy Graham. He was excited at seeing Cindy, but even more excited by 
seeing her mother. 

His muscles tensed with excitement as he decided to watch for a moment; to 
spy on the group was more correct, the idea having a certain masochistic 
stimulation. 

Kay Graham was all the woman that any man could realistically ask for, and 
then some. Barry felt that Cindy would some day come up to the qualities of 
her mother, but he couldn't help the way he felt when looking at the older 
woman. She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he 
could imagine. 

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

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

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

"So, I've finally found you," Barry announced abruptly as he stepped into 
the clearing and walked toward the camp table. Cindy left the fire and ran 
to him with open arms. 

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

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

"Well, Barry, you're just in time for a drink," Kay said in her husky voice 
as she took his hand; it seemed as if she felt it more than shaking it. Then 
she glanced at the other two men who were standing. "This is Cindy's friend, 
Barry! That's Leo, and that's Ike... " Barry shook the hands of each, and he 
suddenly realized that both knew Cindy's mother better than he'd previously 
supposed as she went on quite casually. "They're a couple of Desert Springs 
swingers, Barry." 

"Nice to meet you!" he said to both. 

With a yelp of concern Cindy suddenly hurried back to the barbecue, so Barry 
did as Kay asked and poured himself a drink. He downed it in no time as 
Cindy came back and put the overdone steaks on the table. 

"Mother, I'm going for a short ride in our car with Barry... I'll be gone 
for a while," she said as she tugged Barry's hand and threw him a suggestive 
glance. 

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

Barry and Cindy hopped into the Graham car. Cindy navigated the car 
skillfully over the winding road even though it was distracting the way 
Barry was fondling her breasts through her sweater. She pulled off the road 
and drove a few yards down by the path he had walked up and pulled out the 
emergency brake. She opened the door on her side so that the light would 
come on and she could watch Barry pull off his denim pants. 

Her dark eyes, wide with a heated arousal, glowed as the light shone on her 
pretty face; her long auburn hair, a shade lighter than her mother's, fell 
in bright contrast around her white shoulders as she pulled off her sweater. 

"I've been thinking about doing it all day... Hurry, darling," she said, but 
he remained motionless as she stripped off her bra and exposed her round, 
ripe quivering breasts to his view. The nipples, pink and proud, were 
hardened with her excitement, and with the light on them, he watched her 
undress completely. He started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, but he 
didn't want to move his eyes down until he had seen all of her. She was 
wearing jeans, and in one motion she slipped them, and her bikini panties, 
down over her gently rounded buttocks, lower still down her firm, white 
thighs until they fell in a heap around her ankles. He moved his eyes across 
her flat teenage little belly, pausing for a second as if to tease her 
navel, and then he stared directly at the triangular curls of her sparse 
young pubic hair. 

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

Barry gaped at her slow sensuous movements, as her fingertips drew closer 
and closer to the silken fuzz of her eagerly undulating young cunt. His long 
throbbing penis was straining against the confinement of his underpants, 
growing harder and bigger as he watched her caress her inner thighs and 
spread her legs out wider still before reaching up with two fingers of each 
hand to stroke the moistened hair-lined slit and part the wet glistening 
pussy lips to expose wantonly the flushing pink flesh of her cunt. Her 
lust-hardened clitoris was throbbing visibly as she seductively pressed a 
fingertip against it, and the young boy couldn't leave his shorts on another 
moment. His stiff, blood-filled cock was aching to be released, to be free 
to slide up inside the moist hot tunnel of Cindy's tight young cunt, and he 
patted the car seat with his hand. "There! Lay down there!" he groaned as he 
hurried pushed his pants over his painfully erect penis, releasing it to 
stand straight Out from his groin. 

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

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

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

He, too, had been thinking about fucking this voluptuous teenaged girl all 
day, and he wanted to savor the moment, just to feel the full, overpowering 
impact of her sexuality. The top of his rigid erect penis was throbbing 
painfully as he pushed it closer to her tender young flesh, and when it 
contacted the whispy ends of her pubic hairs sent a shudder of passion 
through his whole body. Tiny droplets of moisture clung to the auburn hairs 
lining the widespread lips, and still more perfumed lubricant covered the 
fleshy pink valley from the quaking wet bud of her clitoris to the brownish 
tightly puckered little anus. He wanted to touch it, all of it with the 
thick head of his cock, and tease her until she begged him to ram his prick 
up into the desire-slickened walls of her tight young cunt, fucking like a 
maniac up into her hotly quivering little belly. 

Tightly gripping his penis in his hand, Barry pushed his hips forward again, 
this time not stopping until the dilated slit at the very tip made contact 
with the hardened ridge of her clitoris. Then using his cock like a middle 
finger, he stroked it downward over the softness of her naked flesh, probing 
at her budded clitoris ending, taunting her small wet cuntal mouth, and 
teasing the now moistened head down over the excitedly puckering hole to her 
rectum. The sex-crazed teenager jerked her voluptuous young buttocks up at 
the rigidly teasing cock, anxious and hungry to have it buried deep inside 
her fiery young belly, but the grinning boy held back just enough to prevent 
her from nibbling it up inside with her now heatedly working cunt lips. He 
guided it up and down the smooth fleece-fringed crevice again and again, 
pausing here and there to push it in and pull it out and make her moan in a 
slowly rising frustration of passion, more warmly secreting lubricant 
seeping out to be spread by his cock-tip over the pinkly blushing flesh. 
Then he placed the head of his cock again over her tiny excitedly pulsating 
anus, pushing once, twice, harder as she squirmed on the seat beneath her. 

"Ooooooh, ooohhhh, oooohhhh! Fuck me, Barry... ohhhhhhh, God, fuck me!" she 
cried with her long slenderly spread legs trembling in tense anticipation. 
She was ready, so ready, and willing to take him up inside her anywhere as 
long as he fucked her. 

Sweat dropped from the young teenaged boy's forehead as the heated arousal 
of his body grew more intense, but he still held back, enjoying the seeming 
power his hard young penis had over her now hungrily writhing body. No 
matter where he touched her with it, she wiggled and twisted and he thought 
about making her suck it or take it up in her asshole, but his memory of her 
tight young cunt locked wetly around it dominated all. 

With a calculating cold-bloodedness born of a wild passion, he pressed the 
full length of his hard, heatedly throbbing penis into the wide-splayed slit 
of her cunt, and he lowered himself down upon her. his hips trapping her 
legs wide apart, his hands kneading greedily at the soft pliant globes of 
her large, voluptuously fleshed breasts. 

She moaned and writhed insanely, her eyes closed, her mouth open with a hot, 
implacable desire. "F-fuck m-m-meeeeeee!" she moaned, her voice wild and 
high. "Oh please come in and fuck me!" 

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

"Oh God go on and fuck me!" she begged, "fuck me anyway you like!" 

Her words drove him mad. Her face was distorted with lust and wild with 
passion as her head thrashed desperately back and forth on the car seat: He 
pushed forward, carefully... gradually slipping the thick excitedly 
pulsating head of his penis into the greedily engulfing walls of her snugly 
clenched little cunt. He slithered it wetly up into her, one inch, two 
inches, then another, the head of his cock stretching her desire-slickened 
little vaginal passage wide as she squirmed hotly beneath him, groaning and 
panting and wanting him to ram it all the way up to her waiting belly. The 
torturously slow entry was teasing ecstasy, stirring a deeper fire in his 
balls that made his cum boil as he wormed deeper and deeper up into the 
hotly lubricated tunnel, her voracious little cunt rippling hungrily over 
his hardened flesh as if devouring it alive. 

Cindy groaned, arching her buttocks up in her aroused sexual delirium as she 
tightly gripped his youthful buttocks with the palms of her hands, pulling 
the cheeks wide apart so that he felt the cool night air stirring up between 
them. Then, as he tensed, he felt the girl's outstretched finger burrow its 
way down until it touched his excitedly puckering anus. Then, with a heavy 
grunt, he rammed his thick cock into the smooth wet hotness of her young 
cunt. It sank all the way home into the deep mysterious trap of her belly, 
and he felt it hot and hard and powerful... with her moist contracting pussy 
pulsating all around the long hard shaft as if it were determined to hold it 
prisoner in her cunt forever. 

Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her tight so that her head fell 
back and her entire torso was lifted off the car seat, he began fucking her 
- slowly at first, then in a rapidly increasing and snarling desire. The 
young teenager responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a whore gone mad, 
eager to get more of his hot throbbing cock deeper up inside her. 

Barry lost all control and began fucking with all his strength, his balls 
slapping heavily down against her nakedly upturned buttocks as he lifted 
them up off the seat with each outstroke and slammed them back down again on 
the in-stroke. The sex-crazed young girl squealed, faintly at first then 
louder as his massive cock fucked in and out with wild abandon, racing up 
into her wetly clasping cunt like a piston in a revved-up engine. Their 
pubic hairs entangled as his penis sliced down between her legs and up into 
her belly, her vibrant little pussy, a warm, soft and grasping pulsating 
sleeve of pleasure, pulling him first deep up inside and then squeezing him 
back out again as her belly wantonly churned and her thighs locked wantonly 
around his rhythmically rolling hips. 

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

"Oooooo yes! Worm your finger up inside my asshole, Barry baby... Ohhhhh, 
now, now, now!" 

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

"Ohhhh, yesss... ooooohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!" the naked young teenager gasped 
loudly as his finger slithered deeper up into her tightly cringing rectum, 
her mouth opened wide, and soft inaudible whispers of pleasure slipping from 
her throat. 

Barry ground his throbbing cock down hard into her heatedly clasping cunt 
and thrust his finger deeper up into her tight hot rectum, straining and 
grunting -fighting the urge to let his boiling white cum dash free from his 
bloated balls. She moved beneath him like a sex machine -all velvet, the 
heat taunt muscles in her rectum slowly, deliberately, pulling and working 
at his lewdly rotating finger, wanting it driven deeper up into the tight, 
spongy grasp of her anus. Her wanton little body was alive, her fleshy young 
buttocks wildly grinding under the smooth pistoning of his heavily throbbing 
cock as they lifted themselves of their own accord up to his deepest 
pile-driving thrusts. Her legs spasmodically flew up and out, opening her 
shamelessly aroused loins even wider to his hard rapid fucking motions, and 
she arched her naked hips up to meet him, twisting and mewing below as if 
worshipping the hard fleshy penis shoved deep down in her hungrily burning 
cunt. 

"Oooooh, Godddd! Yeeeess... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Cindy was being 
driven toward her own wild sexual ecstasy, wantonly wiggling her buttocks 
and thrusting her pelvis up to meet each one of his savage in-thrusts as her 
eyes closed and she let her head fall back and her mouth open in wondrous 
rapture. 

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

"Uuuuhhhh!" 

I... I'mmmmmmm ccuummmiiinnnggg!" the teenaged girl gasped again. 

Her tightly clasping little cunt walls lined now with the hot buttery liquid 
of her desire, rippling against his lust-inflated cock like a volcanic wave 
of erotic fire. Barry, too, was breathing hard and his heart was pounding as 
though it were about to fly right out of his chest as he felt his 
sperm-bloated testicles growing and growing until they seemed to fill his 
whole groin. Then, like hot mercury finding a channel, his hot lewd sperm 
exploded wombward almost tearing the head of his cock off as it heatedly 
splattered into her greedily drinking young cunt. He felt himself thrusting 
harder and harder, spurting out white hot sperm far up into the wantonly 
writhing girl's belly as his toes tingled and the hair stood up like a wild 
beast's on the back of his neck. 

And yet still, the never-ending spurts of hot cum pumped out of his heavily 
jerking young cock, filling her almost to the bursting and making it ever 
easier to fuck in and out of her wildly contracting pussy. Her belly rolled 
with his lunges, spasms of delight arching up against him; and her mouth was 
open, teeth tightly bared, as she gasped and moaned in groaning climactic 
desire. He pumped once, twice, then once again, feeling his strength going, 
his muscles turning into taffy and his bones melting into warm soft dough. 
Then, with a long satisfied moan, he finally collapsed on top of her... 
breathing heavily, his cock still buried deep up into her still eagerly 
milking young vagina... 

Cindy continued to writhe slowly around beneath him, grinding her cunt 
around and screwing it up sensuously against his half-hard young cock as his 
outstretched middle finger kept fucking up into the soft buttery depths of 
her rectum. Their climactic juices flowed warmly together around the thick 
base of his now softly jerking cock and trickled slowly down the moist 
crevice of her wide-splayed buttocks to lubricate the finger still working 
lightly up inside her lovingly clasping young anus. Then, slowly, 
reluctantly, she lowered her legs down onto the seat forcing his finger to 
slip gradually, smoothly from the spongy grasp of her rectum until the 
fingertip suddenly popped outward with a lewd wet little sucking noise. 

Barry lay still over her as lie felt the chill of the night air on his naked 
buttocks. He reached into the back seat of the car for a blanket and he 
realized that both front doors of the car were wide open and that the 
convenience lights on the inside of the car were on. 

This struck him so funny that he began laughing causing his now completely 
deflated young cock to slip noisily from his girlfriend's cum-filled cunt. 
He rolled onto his back, gasping and choking. "Imagine... W-what if somebody 
had come... What a show!" he said between his rasping laughter. 

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

"Yeah," he answered, but he was thinking about her mother, and what was 
probably happening to her right then. Cindy and her sexy mother in bed 
together, that would really be something! And, abruptly, he remembered his 
Aunt Donna and how he had told her he'd be back for dinner. He knew he had 
to leave... right now. "We've got to back to the house... " 

"Oooohhhh, already?" she sighed, and she knew Barry liked it when she 
pouted. 

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

"Doesn't she know what you're doing?" Cindy asked though she already knew 
the answer. 

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

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

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

"That beautiful fuck you just threw into me made my throat dry. I was kinda 
hoping... " She gently squeezed his limp penis with her fingers and he felt 
it growing hard again. The way she talked sometimes Just drove him crazy; 
the way she licked her wetly parted lips making what she wanted so obvious 
and all... Hell, he was late now, a few minutes more wouldn't matter! And 
she was obviously awfully hungry... so why not feed her... feed her good... 

CHAPTER FOUR 

The weekend which had started so nicely seemed to be turning into a tedious 
nightmare. Donna had set out from the cabin because she was lonely and a 
little bit worried about Barry. She knew that he had been here before and 
that he knew his way around, but she couldn't understand why Mrs. Graham and 
her daughter would invite Barry and herself for a weekend in the desert and 
then not be there when they arrived. The whole situation was puzzling and 
Donna did not like being puzzled, especially when she was by herself. 

She went outside the house, staying close at first, watching the last 
shadows of the dying sun playing on the upraised dunes of the desert. Then 
she found herself moving further and further from the house in the hope that 
she might hear the others' footsteps or see them coming. 

She was following a well-worn path now, and before she got very far she saw 
a light shining through the distance across the bridge. She crossed the 
bridge and moved toward the light. 

She was breathing heavily from effort as the path seemed to become steeper 
up the dune, but finally she realized that the fire she was seeking was 
directly ahead of her, only a short distance away. She paused to breathe 
deeply and thought about calling out her nephew's name, but a sound a noise 
she couldn't identify caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Barry 
and the Graham's at all? It was possible she was approaching a group of 
total strangers, and if that was in fact the case she didn't want to be seen 
unless she knew them. You never knew what you might run into in the desert. 

She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the 
scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Barry there, it had 
been worth the effort to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level 
area, and now she could see that the dim illumination came from an 
automobile about ten feet ahead. She knew definitely that someone was there 
as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from fright and 
nervous excitement, she very cautiously moved to the near side of a large 
tumbleweed bush. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind 
it, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. 

Gradually she moved around the bush, her eyes wide as she progressively took 
in more and more; an open car door, a pile of clothes, the movement of naked 
flesh... and then she wanted to scream! Her head began spinning crazily as 
images - prurient, intense images - swam through her brain to make her legs 
weak and her heart pound. She suddenly thought she was going to faint as her 
whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet away, before her 
horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her nephew and Cindy... nakedly locked 
together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual intercourse. The 
young aunt couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, 
the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again 
and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nervous 
system. 

Her nephew and Cindy Graham together in that car. Their naked bodies 
glistening in the beam of light as they rhythmically performed an obscene 
horizontal dance of seduction. Donna blinked her eyes not wanting to believe 
what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near! Cindy's long legs were 
lifted up and back, knees practically touching the seat over her shoulders, 
and her wide-spread vaginal plane was clearly visible as she wantonly bucked 
under the driving lunges of Barry's long, hard young penis. Donna wanted to 
run, to flee from this terrible heart-breaking sight before her, but her 
legs would not move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was 
as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force 
that made her a part of the scene in the car. 

Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to 
judge and evaluate the quality of the fucking her sixteen year old nephew 
was giving the young girl. The reddish silkiness of Cindy's pubic hair was 
parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged 
again and again into the moist pink opening of her ravished little cunt. 
Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen - erect and 
throbbing - responding to the contact of his powerful young penis as he 
speared deep into her eagerly writhing belly. Donna could hear, as loudly as 
the drums of doom, her nephew's heavy sperm-laden balls slapping noisily 
against the open crevice that divided the smooth round globes of the girl's 
hungrily gyrating young buttocks. When he withdrew his hard fleshy column - 
slick with her lubricating fluid - he forced the tightly clasping flesh of 
her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock 
disappeared once more all the way back up inside her. Just below the 
moistened pink flanges of her pussy the tiny puckered hole of her rectum 
seemed to suck at the softly dangling sac of his balls each time they 
slammed against it. 

Cindy was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a 
tangle of her long, auburn hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved 
this lewd fucking she was getting. Donna tried to divert her eyes, ashamed 
of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt but something made her stare 
at her nephew's powerful young buttocks, as he pistoned into Cindy's tight 
little cunt. The nakedly-thrusting rhythm as the cheeks of his ass tightened 
and relaxed with his fucking; and his aunt watched closely, examining his 
genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed by the 
enormous size of his long virile penis God! All these years she had really 
wanted him to fuck her! 

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

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

"Oooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Barry... Ohhh, now, now, now!" 

Cindy groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young 
cock, and the words floated over to Donna like teasing, arousing and 
taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the 
lewd action. The trembling aunt stared at Cindy's tightly puckered little 
anus as her nephew's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, worming 
into the inwardly sucking little hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. 
And Cindy begged for more. "Oooohh, yesss... that hurts sooooo good! OOOh, 
oooh, oohhhh!" 

Donna was aghast as she saw her nephew's extended middle finger sliding into 
Cindy's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his 
cock fucking into her moistly quivering pussy above. Donna thought she, too, 
could actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly wickedly 
puckering anus, and the shock made her legs move. Somehow she was able to 
back away from the three, retreat from the salacious sight of her nephew and 
Cindy fucking as the memory it brought back was suddenly clear. It was as if 
she was seeing her sister at the same age as Cindy, that time so many years 
ago in the park with the soldier. And she could remember how his long hard 
penis had looked... 

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

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

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

There was a man stripped naked and stretched out on his back on a double air 
mattress, by a swimming pool, and there was the voluptuous Kay Graham, 
Cindy's mother, kneeling on all fours down between his open legs. Her 
smoothly rounded buttocks were raised up and pointed back toward Donna and 
both her hands were encircling a huge, erect penis that stood straight up 
from the man's loins. Donna would never have believed a cock could be so 
big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Kay 
lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Graham 
woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over 
it, her long red hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers 
seemed to feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface. She was 
laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing 
penis, her face moving closer and closer to it. 

"You have a lovely cock," she said to the grinning man, and Donna found 
herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a 
majestic rose in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the 
top opened and closed with lewd arousal as Kay Graham's hand stroked up and 
down its thick length. The man raised up on his elbows, staring coolly down 
at her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, 
it was apparent he was trying to thrust his massively erect penis into her 
mouth. 

Donna told herself it was wrong to be spying on the older woman like this, 
but at the same time she had an interest in knowing the family of her 
nephew's girlfriend. And she saw that, at the moment, she couldn't bring 
herself to walk back across the bridge, without running the risk of 
encountering Barry and Cindy again. But what really kept her there was the 
thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. Though 
she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused 
and jealous by watching her nephew fucking his girlfriend. Thus she was 
emotionally and physically unable to pass up the scene before her - a scene 
that would justify her arousal. 

Kay Graham was mewing a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned closer 
and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her 
breasts were swaying sensually above his jerking penis. She moved lower, 
positioning them until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock 
and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a penis 
sandwich. Then she began to stroke the massive hardness, using the softly 
flowing flesh around them in place of her hands. 

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

For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Donna's eyes, 
and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable seeing so clearly, so close to 
herself, the obscene yet lewdly arousing sex play of Cindy's mother. She 
knew she should leave and somehow return to the house unseen, but she also 
knew that like that day in the park, when she watched her sister being 
fucked within an inch of her life by that soldier, that no power on earth 
could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She had never seen 
anything more vilely perverted in her life... and she wanted to see all of 
it... because it was exciting her own so long cock-deprived vagina beyond 
measure. 

The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the teasing lickings of 
Kay Graham's tongue; and she was slithering it up and down the full 
blood-filled length of it now, only stopping to flick out across the very 
tip where the tiny drops of whitely shining semen had appeared. It was as if 
she was whipping the hard flesh into submissiveness as she painted it over 
with her warmly glistening saliva. When the man moaned and squirmed like a 
beaten animal, she withdrew her tongue and she lowered her head until the 
tip of his penis was slowly slipping up between her widely ovalled lips, 
entering the warm wet cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at the 
vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice cream cone. Then slowly, 
Cindy's mother began taking a little more of its thickness up inside her 
mouth, and at the same time - had her hand wrapped around its thick base, 
stroking teasingly up and down its length. Then the woman suddenly did 
something Donna wouldn't have believed possible if she hadn't seen it with 
her own eyes. 

Moaning loudly, Cindy's mother slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the 
entire length of the man's wetly glistening cock up into her throat. Her 
cheeks bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked hungrily 
on the heavily pulsating rod. Her head remained down for a moment, her lips 
pressed tight to his balls and then, she left a trail of thin white teeth 
marks along its full, blood-red surface. Then with a rhythmic motion, her 
head began rapidly bobbing up and down over the man's cock, her tightly 
compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with an almost demonic 
force. With her other hand she began to massage the huge globes of his 
sperm-weighted testicles and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that 
grew more intense with each passing second. 

Donna's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it 
reverberating in her ears and unconsciously she began to rub her own legs 
together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating 
vaginal lips. Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the 
ground, being careful to keep Kay Graham and the man in clear view. Then, 
just as she sat on the sandy earth, another man came into sight from out of 
the cottage. Donna almost jumped again, but she kept still when she realized 
that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of the party. He was 
grinning expectantly as he walked, and jutting out from his loins was a 
half-hard penis that to Donna looked even bigger than the one already lodged 
tightly up in Kay Graham's mouth. 

"Ike, you dirty bastard," he said growlingly, "I turn my back for a second 
and you two start fucking like crazy without me!" He feigned unhappiness as 
he came around the air mattress to stand behind the woman and the man he had 
called Ike. Donna was amazed as the man on his back on the air mattress only 
laughed, while Cindy's mother, her mouth full of Ike's cock, and unable to 
speak, merely wiggled her naked buttocks back in lewd invitation to the 
newcomer. 

"You can fuck her from behind, Leo," Ike said between grunting laughs, and 
Donna felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement as she realized what 
the man below meant by his statement. 

The standing man, Leo, laughed in answer and moved over to the end of the 
table where several bottles of champagne were placed. Donna was horrified to 
see Kay Graham lift her buttocks up higher and spread her knees wider apart 
in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence. She was now kneeling 
animal-like on the bench, the fully rounded globes of her buttocks raised 
high in the air like twin moons above her firm white thighs, and her back 
sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the mattress sucking hungrily on 
the man called Ike's long hard cock. 

Leo picked up a bottle of cold champagne, and returned to kneel down behind 
the woman's voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle and 
laughing loudly, poured some of the contents over her nakedly sloping back. 
Donna held back a vocal cry of surprise as she watched the cool liquid 
trickle down the hollow formed by the woman's spine to finally run on down 
between her wide-spread buttock cheeks. But Kay moaned pleasurably around 
the thick cock in her mouth, and Leo, grinning excitedly, poured even more 
of the cold white liquid over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins. 

Donna trembled in disbelief, unable to understand how Cindy's mother could 
allow such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in another moment 
her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what the man named Leo 
intended to do. He lay down on his back on the mattress and moved upward 
until his head was up between the nakedly kneeling woman's wide-spread 
thighs, and with mouth open, he flicked his tongue up at the silver drops of 
liquor that were clinging to her soft reddish pubic curls. 

My God, he's going to kiss her between her thighs... ! Donna thought as she 
stared almost disbelievingly at the lewd trio of naked bodies. She couldn't 
believe it, but she knew that the obscene spectacle was actually happening 
and even more inexcusable, making her own body burn with an extraordinary 
desire to join them. 

Leo didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Cindy's mother spread her 
knees out wider and lowered her loins until his voraciously waiting mouth 
was pressed into the soft flesh of her champagne-moistened cunt. With the 
first touch of his lips against her naked cuntal flesh, she moaned like a 
banshee around the huge cock poling up into her open mouth. Immediately, 
Leo's quivering tongue flicked out into the champagne-perfumed pussy flesh 
as his arms snaked around her quivering white thighs pulling her cunt closer 
still to his face. His fingers dug into the soft crevice of her lewdly 
exposed buttocks, spreading the twin cheeks wider apart to gain better 
access for his eagerly searching tongue. 

Donna felt a wanton shudder run up her spine as Kay Graham's tiny puckered 
anal circle was abruptly exposed to her view. She could see the tight, pink 
little lips of spongy flesh expanding and contracting in lewd expectancy by 
the lights from the pool. Below it, she could see the man's wetly glistening 
tongue teasing salaciously around in the pink, curl-fringed furrow of the 
quivering vaginal mouth. Then suddenly, it flicked forward with a smooth wet 
rush and disappeared like a tiny burrowing animal up into the hotly clasping 
opening. Donna was so caught-up in the bizarre scene that she thought she, 
too, could feel the desire-heated tongue slicing up between her inner thighs 
licking its way deep into her own, now inwardly clenching cunt. Abruptly, 
their perverted lust began to take hold of her whole body... and she 
realized she was thankful for being hidden from their view, as like that day 
in the park, an uncontrollable desire to pull her panties aside and finger 
her openly seeping vagina dominated her thoughts. 

The dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging flame 
of lusting need, and taking the hem of her dress, she raised it all the way 
up until it was gathered like an accordion above her rose-tipped breasts. 
With both hands, she lifted her brassiere up over the jutting mounds of 
flesh to cup them and pinch the warmly tingling nipples between thumb and 
forefingers. Not once did she take her eyes off the lewd sexual scene on the 
mattress by the swimming pool. 

Kay Graham's head was bobbing up and down more rapidly now, her hand moving 
almost too fast to see along the wetly glistening cock in her mouth as she 
sensually ground her buttocks around in tiny, lewd circles over the wetly 
probing tongue below. Leo was driving his tongue up into the moist channel 
of her hotly clasping pussy like a hungry kitten lapping milk, and his 
fingers began probing into the tight ring of flesh around the entrance to 
her rectum. Cindy's shamelessly aroused mother wiggled her buttocks back 
against his fingers as if wanting to devour them up inside, and obeying her 
unspoken request. Leo suddenly wormed his long, outstretched middle finger 
deep up into the rubbery depths of her inwardly sucking asshole. 

Donna, eyes glazed over with lust, watched as his finger slithered in up to 
the second knuckle and began to quickly fuck in and out, establishing a 
smoothly working counter rhythm to his obscenely flicking tongue. The lewd, 
passion-inducing sight sent chills of pained excitement streaking through 
her own rectum, tingling like the fire in her loins and she released one 
hand from her breasts to slide it eagerly down over her ripely flaring belly 
and thighs taking her panties with it. Once her white nylon panties were 
pushed down to her knees, she kicked one leg out, anxious to have the 
panties all the way off. She wanted complete freedom of movement with her 
legs and thighs, and she spread them wide apart, leaving her love-starved 
pussy completely accessible. She hesitated a moment, a familiar tinge - of 
guilt from that day in the park crossing her consciousness for an instant, 
but she was already beyond the point of self-control. Eagerly, shaking with 
a fiery need, she ran her hand up between her inner thighs until her fingers 
were pressing greedily into the soft folds of her moistly heated vagina. The 
silken pubic hairs were wet with her lubricating fluid, and the swelling 
mound of cuntal flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her hand. Her 
fingers brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her clitoris and 
she gasped at the unexpected shock the contact brought. It was overpowering, 
and the guilt that flickered through her conscience was overcome by the 
agonized, terrible frustration of her need to finger-fuck herself half 
crazy! 

The sexual scene on the air mattress by the pool was coming to a head, their 
combined motions and groans of pleasure seeming to permeate the night air, 
and Donna, though apart from them, was also feeling the power of their 
sexual energy. It surely had to reach climax soon, or so Donna thought, and 
she too wanted to feel the exquisite heights of orgasm. But then, too, the 
scene before her was suddenly changing, as Leo, the man mouthing Cindy's 
mother's cunt from below stopped his tonguing action and slipped out from 
beneath her. 

Donna remained still for a moment, fearing possible discovery, and she 
wondered what bizarre act Leo was going to perform next on the nakedly 
kneeling woman. He had kneeled behind her and was stroking his hugely erect 
cock, each motion making the reddishly glowing head swell out even bigger, 
and Donna shuddered, realizing he was pointing it directly at Kay Graham's 
still hungrily grinding buttocks. Was he going to fuck her from behind? Dog 
style? Donna didn't know what to expect, but she saw that the older woman 
had slowed up her sucking and bobbing over the other man's cock. It was as 
if she was waiting for Leo to get himself ready, and to Donna it seemed to 
take forever... while in fact, he was behind her only a few seconds. 

The man placed his thumbs on either side of the crevice dividing Cindy's 
mother's softly rounded ass-cheeks, and he spread them wide apart to expose 
her anus once again. Donna had seen him working his middle-finger in and out 
of her tightly puckering little rectum before, and that had been arousing in 
itself, but suddenly Leo's new intentions were, very, very clear. His great 
thick penis was headed directly for the tiny crinkled ring of her anus! The 
tiny little orifice was stretch'. J wide open, quivering in eager 
anticipation up between the distended cheeks of her full globular buttocks. 
Without having stopped a moment in her mouth-fucking of Ike's cock below her 
face, Kay Graham raised her hips up higher as if to meet Leo halfway. 

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

"Hurry... Fuck... My... Asshole! Let's all... cum... together... " Donna's 
mind was spinning with disbelief as the words seemed to echo through the 
still night air. Nobody normal could perform such an inhuman, animalistic 
act, yet Kay Graham was actually begging for it! Suddenly, Leo was shuffling 
forward on his knees, the blunt head of his penis madly pulsating as he 
placed it against the tight little aperture of her anus, and she was 
swimming back against it as though hungry to have it ripping up into her 
lust-crazed body. Leo let the swollen, blood-filled head rest there for a 
moment, a deep red and angrily throbbing knob between the gleaming white 
cheeks of her ass. He was breathing hard now, his whole body trembling with 
excitement, but he held back, either to torment the nakedly kneeling woman 
as she subjugated herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated 
rectal flesh expanding against the end of his long, hard cock. Ike, on his 
back on the mattress below, was just staring up at them, a lewd grin of 
aroused passion on his face, and Donna knew he too was anxious to see the 
perverted sodomizing of Cindy's mother's hungrily waiting anus. 

"Shove... Cock... In... My... Asshole!" Kay Graham chanted around the 
lust-swollen penis in her mouth. She was squirming licentiously around in 
her bent over position, trying desperately to wiggle her fleshy buttocks 
back onto the long cock poised against her hotly clenching little rectum. 
Leo was holding her hips firmly with both hands and he responded to her 
request with a quick and sudden flick forward of his hips. The slavishly 
kneeling woman would have been sent sprawling on her face if Leo hadn't held 
on to her hips and Ike pushed back on her shoulders. Donna involuntarily 
cried out loud as she watched the thick blunted head of his wildly throbbing 
penis pop up into the narrow lips of Kay Graham's rectum with ass-splitting 
force. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhhhhhhh!" Kay grunted around the thick rod of quivering flesh 
in her mouth, and she began bobbing rapidly up and down on Ike's cock as if 
giving positive approval to this unnatural assault on her upraised anus. Her 
muffled cry was loud enough to drown out Donna's vocal groan, and they both 
grunted again as Leo flicked his hips forward again and ground more of his 
thickly throbbing penis up into the smooth rubbery tunnel of lust-heated 
anal flesh kneeling so subserviently before him. 

With terrified amazement, Donna watched as the huge, rock-hard cock slowly 
wormed its way up into the tightly clasping little passage, stretching it 
impossibly wide as inch by inch it disappeared inside the elastic-like ring 
of involuntarily resisting flesh. He drove it into the voluptuous woman's 
rectum its full length, deeper and deeper until at last there was a heavy 
smack and his loins were pressing tight up against the wantonly spread 
cheeks of her ass. He held it all the way up inside for a moment, rotating 
his hips and grinding it around deep in her belly, causing tiny grunts of 
painful acceptance to roll from her lips around the thickly protruding cock 
in her mouth. Then, grunting with uncontrolled lust, he withdrew, and began 
fucking heavily in and out of her heated rectal depths, his pubic hair 
matting down and springing loose each time he humped against her voluntarily 
upturned ass-cheeks. His semen-laden balls swung forward with such force 
they made a loud noise slapping against her moistly quivering vagina below, 
and the sound reminded Donna of her own passion soaked cunt. Leo fucked into 
the anus like a madman in a fit of insanity, and Cindy's mother's head 
bobbed up and down greedily over the cock in her mouth, her expression one 
of such lusting ecstasy that Donna was filled with reluctant awe. Stretched 
out on the air mattress, the man named Ike was still grinning with a fixed, 
ecstatic smile, and he began to drive his wetly glistening cock up into the 
hungry depths of Kay Graham's mouth with harder and harder lunges. Donna 
tried to close her eyes, to block out the wildly depraved triple coupling, 
as she was shocked by the unwanted reaction that came from deep in her own 
wantonly burning belly. 

She began to shake violently as she listened to Ike's obscene shouts for Kay 
to "Suck harder, you beautiful bitch. Suck harder!" His lust-glazed eyes 
stared at the unnatural coupling of Leo's penis in Kay's rectum and he 
shouted his encouragements as if he could no longer hold back his orgasm. 

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

It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but Donna knew she desperately wanted to 
feel a man's penis inside her - not "wanted", but needed, and had to have. 
The fire in her wickedly pulsating vagina was raging out of control, and the 
lewd groans and cries of pleasure coming from the mattress by the cottage 
poolside were sheer torture, as Mrs. Graham kept grunting out her lust and 
the men answered with obscene shouts and powerful inward thrusts into her 
naked, dually impaled body. Donna became lost in her own passionate daze as 
she listened to the obscene sounds of the three people, and she lay back on 
the soft sand, her dress beneath her, ready to surrender to the heated 
desire consuming her love-starved body. A hand she'd placed between her 
thighs had stopped its desperate clawing as aroused anguished passion took 
final control of her mind. She lifted her long voluptuous legs into the 
night air, and bent and unbent them, her knees rising and falling outward as 
her hips slowly writhed beneath her. Her cool fingertips stroked the soft 
inner lips of her now hotly quivering vagina, spreading the moistly heated 
flesh gently apart and caressing the smooth, desire-slickened center of her 
passion. 

Her frantic hand at her breasts kneaded the straining mounds eagerly, 
strumming the nipples to erect little peaks. Simply touching them sent 
thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through her lust-inflamed body. 
And slowly, imperceptibly, she sank into pure erotic feeling, only dimly 
aware of the heated moans and whispers of passion from a few feet distant. 
Her mind's eye was filled with the obscene imagery of those three lusting 
bodies nearby, and all the sensual visions tumbled about her head and 
whipped her passion to a steadily increasing tempo. Ike's giant cock fucking 
lewdly up into Cindy's mother's gluttonously engulfing mouth; she, sucking 
greedily while Leo poured cool liquid champagne over her ripely gleaming 
loins and then tongue-fucking her cunt and worming his middle finger deep up 
into her gladly welcoming anus, preparing her for the greater entry. In her 
mind, she saw it all again like an exciting movie seen twice; Leo, kneeling 
in behind Kay Graham's sensuously grinding buttocks... and then, finally his 
wildly throbbing cock skewering deep into her puckered little asshole, not 
stopping until it was buried far up in the heated depths of her rectum. It 
was in Donna's mind, all of it, indelibly there... torturing her... making 
her want to rip away her offending clothing and run nakedly out into the 
clearing and shout, "Oh God! Fuck me too! Oh God! Fuck me too!!!" 

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

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

Every muscle in her body was seized by a quivering tautness as she hung for 
a moment of time on the edge of release. She was near - so very near the 
mysteriously building peak that she sought - but one finger in her hotly 
pulsating cunt wasn't near enough. She inserted another to join the first, 
pistoning and grinding, pumping her ripely fleshed hips up and down, up and 
down, as she strained for the elusive orgasm. Suddenly, she was seeing the 
man called Leo's wildly throbbing cock once again embedded like a telephone 
pole deep up inside Kay Graham's asshole, the thick fleshy cudgel stretching 
wide the narrow passageway as it fucked with terrifying speed into the very 
depths of her rectum. Oh God! That was what she needed too, Donna thought, 
and she removed her hand from the soft firmness of her breast, sliding her 
long fingers rapidly down beneath her asscheeks to the warm crevice that 
divided her smoothly rounded buttocks. 

Groping blindly up into the hairless valley, she aimed for, and found, the 
tight rubbery mouth of her anus and, carefully placing her forefinger 
against the puckered little hole, she grunted softly, and contorting her 
mouth wide, wormed the tip inside. As it pushed through the tight outer 
resistance, she tensed from the abrupt and unexpected flash of heated pain, 
but she ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve an orgasm. She shoved 
her digit up to the first knuckle, the hot sphincter muscles of her anal 
passage pulling and sucking at her finger like a hungry octopus. Gasping 
aloud, she plunged her finger all the way up into the tight little passage 
until the palm of her hand was flat against her naked buttocks and she could 
shove it no further. 

Her two hands moved in unison as they each fingerfucked frantically at their 
respective sexual orifices, one driving down into the heatedly clasping 
depths of her cunt, while the other continued lunging up into her tight 
little rectum from below. She thrust them both in and out and in and out 
with an urgency born of frantic need, her legs kicking up, knees jerking 
back to her breasts as she ground her ripely undulating buttocks high into 
the air again and again. Oh, God, she thought, and she bucked once, twice, 
slicing her fingers deep up into her belly as wildly cascading showers of 
fire and color flooded her passion-drenched body... she was cumming! 

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

Donna had reach an orgasm, though it had not been what she expected. The 
tremors in her belly quickly subsided, and she lay back against the desert 
sand, her body exhausted and spent. For a long moment she kept her fingers 
buried inside her body as the last traces of her climax ran thickly onto her 
dress beneath her buttocks. Then slowly, savoring each millimeter of her 
long, fully embedded fingers, she pulled them from her cunt and 
wide-stretched rectum with regret. 

Oh God, Donna thought, what have I done? Remembering where she was and aware 
of the fact that she might have unconsciously groaned aloud, she sat bolt 
upright, her eyes searching for Cindy's mother and the two men. She felt 
momentary relief as she saw they were not at the table, but then, in the 
darkness beyond, she saw the faint whiteness of the three naked people still 
on the patio by the pool. Jumping up quickly, she steadied herself against a 
tree as she waited for strength to return to her legs; after a moment she 
started to walk away from the edge of the cottage, almost forgetting the 
desire-drenched panties she'd left on the sand. She picked them up, stuffing 
them in her dress to not waste any time getting away from the place, and she 
moved fast despite the darkness, as she could imagine nothing more 
humiliating now than being discovered. 

She didn't have time to give any thought to what she had just done, as she 
had to be careful while moving toward the path down the slope to the bridge, 
knowing there was also the danger of running into her nephew and his 
girlfriend Cindy. If they were approaching, she counted on seeing the car 
lights first and- then quickly detouring off the path, but she made it down 
without ever seeing even a sign of them. 

Soon she was walking across the road, and only then, able to think clearly 
for the first time, she realized that her dishevelled appearance could serve 
as an excuse for her absence from the house should Barry be there when she 
returned. She decided to tell him she had gone for a walk, in the opposite 
direction of the Graham's neighbor's, and that she had become lost, thereby 
taking so long to return. It sounded feasible and something like that was 
necessary if she was not to fall completely apart admitting to Barry that 
she had seen him and Cindy together in the car. 

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

"Barry?" There was no answer. The fire she had lit earlier was almost out, 
and she walked straight into the kitchen, expecting to find some sign of her 
nephew having been there. Nothing was disturbed, and the young woman again 
started to worry about him. She was horrified by the thought of Barry and 
Cindy returning to the neighbor's cottage and perhaps even joining Kay 
Graham and those two men in some wild, five-way sexual circus. 

Unsure of what she could do, Donna returned to the living room half sick 
with worry, but her fears subsided when she saw the white paper left on the 
day-bed. She quickly picked up the letter, her eyes scanning over the neat, 
orderly printing to the signature at the bottom. It was a note from Barry. 

Aunt Donna... Stupid me... I went off without the flashlight, so Cindy 
walked back with me... Surprised not to find you here, but can hardly blame 
you for not waiting dinner. We decided to go down to the village and see 
what's happening so don't wait up... Sorry again for being so late. 

Love, Barry. 

In spite of all that had happened, Donna could not be angry with him. She 
actually felt proud that he hadn't made up some falsehood as an excuse for 
being late but instead just chose to give no reason at all. Naturally he 
couldn't just say he was busy fucking Cindy Graham! 

Donna sat down on the day-bed, suddenly feeling weary and afraid. Her whole 
world had become disrupted in the space of a couple of hours, and she knew 
that things could never be the same again. Her nephew was far more adult 
than she would ever have guessed, and was alarmed at her sexual arousal when 
she had seen him between Cindy's legs. Donna knew she was jealous of Cindy, 
but she also felt that she herself was responsible for Barry's sexual 
encounter in that she had never really given him guidance Neither did she 
know which was worse: her staying to watch her nephew and Cindy, or 
remaining by the neighbor's pool and watching until she had lost control of 
herself. It was all too confusing, too recent, and she was too exhausted to 
think about it then. 

faking the note from Barry with her. Donna walked to the bedroom, trying to 
put the evening's events out of her mind. She would have to look at her 
nephew differently from now on. but that went for Cindy and her wanton 
mother too. Considering all that she had seen, Donna wondered if she could 
ever face the Graham woman again without fainting from embarrassment. 

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

CHAPTER FIVE 

The next morning Donna awoke with a start. It took her several minutes to 
realize exactly where she was and that she was in the middle of the desert 
in the middle of the most unusual week-end of her life. She stayed in bed 
for about twenty minutes listening to Mrs. Graham, Cindy, and Barry laughing 
merrily in the kitchen, making busy noises with plates and cups and pans, 
fixing breakfast. How she would be able to face those three she had no idea. 

When Barry called her to come out and have some coffee she calmly got out of 
bed, put on her bathrobe and went out into the kitchen. After making the 
proper greetings to Kay Graham and Cindy, and accepting their apologies for 
not being there to greet her the previous evening. Donna begged to be 
excused to go back to bed and sleep late since she had had a very bad week 
at the store and needed lots of rest. 

"Now you do that, dear," said Kay Graham, "you get lots of rest because 
Cindy and I are going to take you out for an evening at a friend's house." 

"Oh, that won't be necessary," said Donna. "I just want to rest and catch up 
on my reading. I get so much pressure at the store. The quiet is just what I 
need." 

"Oh, it will just be a quiet little evening, don't worry about a thing. We 
just want to show you that we have a little culture out here in the desert." 

Mrs. Graham gave her warmest smile and Barry and Cindy laughed and the 
controversy seemed to be settled. 

"Alright," Donna found herself saying, "Alright." She walked numbly back to 
her bedroom and sat down on the bed feeling as much like a prisoner as a 
guest. She did want her nephew to have a good time. She didn't want to spoil 
relations with possible future in-laws. But wow, what in-laws! 

In a few minutes Barry knocked on the door and then stuck his head in to 
announce that he and Cindy were going for a walk asking if there was 
anything he could get her. 

"No, honey," she said, "you go have a good time. I'll see you this evening." 

"Nice seeing you again, Miss Mason," said Cindy at the door and then both 
she and Barry hurried away. 

Donna watched Barry close the door behind him, her mind once again 
re-playing the passion-arousing scene she had witnessed between he and Cindy 
last night. Yet, it didn't trouble her nearly as much as what had followed, 
and she wondered if she was making more out of it than she should. 

She had known from the first day she had met Kay that the Graham woman was 
different in her attitudes than herself. So seeing her getting fucked out of 
her mind by two men at the same time last night really shouldn't have been 
the surprise that it was, but Donna didn't want to face the simple fact that 
it wasn't Kay Graham's performance that bothered her. It was what she 
herself, had done, staying there in the woods and watching the lewd sex act 
until her own body had become like that of a wanton whore. It wasn't so much 
the Graham woman she found difficult to face; it was herself. 

To make matters worse, the moment she had awakened that morning, she was 
unable to control a demanding itch, a heated need for sexual release 
tingling deeply, hotly up in her belly; and it was this failure of mind over 
body that had made her depressed. She had wanted to finger fuck and caress 
herself up between her thighs again, as she had done the night before; and 
it had taken all of her will power all day long to keep from succumbing to 
the urge. She almost believed that Kay Graham's presence that evening would 
be a relief, and going out to a friend's place with her might actually be 
good. 

Donna sat down and sipped her coffee, forcing herself to not look at her 
watch. The time was moving too slowly, had been all day, and checking the 
time every few minutes didn't help. She thought to make the day go faster by 
thinking up excuses for declining Mrs. Graham's invitation to go out, but in 
the back of her mind she actually was talking herself into going. Maybe she 
should even get into a serious discussion with her, confide in her, and get 
some of the answers she wanted to hear? The slightly older woman might tell 
her she had no reason to be avoiding men... and yet... thinking about the 
two men last night, Donna knew they had to be animals. And she was not that 
kind of a person, she was not the type who would enjoy being made love to by 
a drunken soldier, or take pleasure out of lewd and indecent acts with just 
anyone! Or was she? 

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

Getting up, she went into the bedroom, wondering what to wear for the 
evening. She had no idea what kind of dress was required, nor for that 
matter what kind of friends they were going to visit. She decided she would 
simply have to wear the nicest thing she brought, a cocktail dress. 

She took the dress out of the closet and then began taking off her clothes, 
stripping in a hurry. When she nakedly walked into the bathroom and reached 
into the shower stall to turn on the water, Donna caught a quick glimpse of 
her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. Automatically, 
the young aunt began wondering how her body might compare with Cindy's and, 
at that moment, her curiosity won out. It shamed her to admit it, but the 
voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected in the mirror made her feel very 
proud, for she had a far better developed figure than the teenager. Was that 
possible? She studied the image before her. Yes, it was true! There was a 
sensual softness to the rounding of her curves and her breasts were like two 
ripe mulotto cantaloupes seen in the moonlight. Her stomach was firm and her 
waist small. Her buttocks jutted out in two firmly rounded identical moons 
and her stomach, seen in the mirror, swooped down to her sparse blonde pubic 
hair which was wispy and soft. 

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

Steam was rising from the shower stall, and she reached in, turning the cold 
water faucet to adjust the temperature to a cooler level than she normally 
set. She had to do something about her thoughts, and a cold shower was one 
possible solution.' But it didn't help, as the touch of the needle-like 
spray against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers stimulating 
her nerves. And for the hundredth time that day, she thought about Cindy's 
mother kneeling nakedly down on all fours on the air mattress, legs so wide 
apart, and that man, Leo, licking his long tongue wetly around and up inside 
her pinkly quivering cunt. Donna wanted to touch herself and think about how 
his tongue would feel against her own moist pussy. 

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

She toweled herself vigorously, then ran into the bedroom to get dressed, 
and while she pulled on her clothes and brushed her hair and put on a touch 
of make-up, she gave serious thought to her earlier idea. Maybe, if she had 
a couple of drinks to loosen her up, perhaps she could find the courage to 
talk to Kay Graham about her problem. She would have to be careful not to 
give herself away, but she thought there was a chance that the more 
experienced woman would somehow be understanding. 

And the least Donna needed was an excuse to justify the feelings she'd kept 
for so many years hidden. Her fear of men... and... her increasing physical 
need for her young nephew. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"I'm so glad you could be out here with us this weekend, Miss Mason. Can I 
call you Donna, and you call me, Kay? Good. You see it is really a very 
special weekend because my good friend Mr. Waldo is giving an open house for 
his new winter home a few miles down the road. It's a gorgeous mansion and 
Mr. Waldo is holding a very special party for his dearest friends tonight!" 
Mrs. Graham was talking so fast and with such excitement that Donna could 
not get a word in edgewise. Yet, she was amusing in her way of talking, so 
much so that Donna was not really as irritated as she might have been by a 
domineering woman like Mrs. Graham. Besides she had resigned herself to 
being dragged around this god-forsaken desert. There really wasn't much she 
could do about it. She remembered how unpleasant it had been being left 
alone the night before. 

Soon, Kay Graham was driving her in the same car Cindy and her nephew had 
been so lewdly fucking in the night before. Donna was afraid to say 
anything. She was afraid that Mrs. Graham might suspect that she had been 
watching her last night. If she did it didn't seem to concern her. She 
continued talking the whole way about Mr. Waldo and what a "beautiful man" 
Mr. Waldo was. The very very wealthy type, she said. 

Donna was very relieved to see her station wagon parked in front of the 
palatial house where she was to spend the evening with Mrs. Graham. She 
would feel better if she could see Barry and talk to him. 

But she did not see Barry or Cindy as she entered the huge dimly lit room 
that was the living room. 

Standing in the doorway was a tall handsome man. Donna was instantly 
reminded of the typical rich playboy. His hair was wavy and dark, his 
features sharply defined and evenly tanned, but it was his eyes that caught 
her attention first. They were like black liquid pools, large and 
mysterious, and she felt he was able to look right through her. 

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

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

"This is Donna Mason, the one I told you about," Kay said, and then to 
Donna, "Your host." 

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

"Waldo. Just call me Waldo." 

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

"Everyone seems to be gathered in the game room," Waldo said, his wink to 
Kay going unseen by Barry's Aunt. "Please follow me, ladies," he added and 
he offered an arm to both of them. 

Donna couldn't help being impressed by his suave manner, and she put her arm 
in his, anxious to see more of the large house. As her eyes became 
accustomed to the dim lighting Donna realized that the house was far more 
elaborate than anything she would have expected out in the middle of the 
desert. It was richly carpeted in carpet that was so soft it was like a bed. 
The game room was divided into sunken alcoves of different sizes, some 
accommodating two, some large enough for four or six people. 

Although the floor plan of the game room was surprisingly ingenious the 
ceiling was even more so because it was so high, about fifteen feet, that 
there was room for a small tightrope and a complete set of swings and a 
ladder which lay waiting for the entertainment or rather the "ceiling show", 
which consisted of a small troupe of aerialists from a Las Vegas show. God, 
he must be wealthy to afford this, Donna thought! 

There were perhaps a dozen people lounging in the game room. It was hard to 
tell because the sunken alcoves afforded a great deal of privacy. Everyone 
was talking quietly, almost in whispers. Ordinarily Donna would have 
expected twelve drinking people to be more boisterous. 

Waldo led them across the long room, some of the people greeting Kay as they 
walked, but Donna paid little attention to them as she was more concerned 
about the way Waldo held her arm. It almost seemed as if he was being 
intimate, though he was only touching her arm. She tried to put it out of 
her mind, believing it to be her imagination, and forced herself to study 
the layout more closely. Halfway in the room, on the wall opposite the 
windows, was a large natural stone fireplace, a fire blazing brightly to add 
to the effect of the candles. The room was large, and Donna realized it felt 
intimate simply because of the artistic lighting; and she found this 
discovery to be interesting. Moments later, she found herself standing in 
front of a bar. 

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

"You have a beautiful home," Donna said nodding to her host. She was 
flattered by the extravagant manner of Mr. Waldo to someone he had just met. 
She was after all, only a secretary, and he obviously was much more rich 
than her boss, Gene McGrand. 

"You are too kind... it's just a weekend place, Vegas gets too boring. What 
may I order for you, Donna?" 

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

Waldo smiled and motioned to the man behind the bar. "Burt here makes a 
special drink that I am quite fond of... He keeps the ingredients a secret, 
but it does contain tequila. You know, hot and nice!" He held up two fingers 
to Burt. "Your special, Burt." "Donna, dear?" It was a female voice - 
familiar. 

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

"I want to introduce you to a couple of old friends," Kay went on quite 
casually. "This is Leo, and this is Ike... Donna Mason, boys!" 

Donna felt dizzy as she nodded to each, hoping she appeared unshaken, but 
she was sure her face reddened as each man eyed her openly. "God!" she 
thought to herself, "I saw them naked and fucking Kay Graham between them 
like a plastic doll less than twenty-four hours earlier!" 

"How do you do?" 

"Pleasure." 

"Honored." 

"I'm showing Donna the view," Waldo interjected before any more could be 
said by either man. "Burt, fix Kay one of your specials," he added as he 
picked up two tall glasses from the bar. 

Donna was glad of the chance to avoid further conversation with the two men 
and Kay at least until she regained her composure and she happily took the 
offered drink from Burt and put her arm on Waldo's to walk to the terrace. 
She felt as if she were escaping from some terrible crime, and she took a 
sip of her drink to still her pounding heart. It wasn't until she was 
standing outside on the smooth, desert stone terrace with Waldo that she 
felt she could again speak normally, and she felt grateful for his having 
saved her from possible embarrassment. 

"Thank you for this," she said, holding up her drink, "It's really quite 
good. I don't usually drink, but this is mild and pleasant tasting... " 
Waldo guided her to the railing at the edge of the balcony. He clicked his 
glass against hers and took a large sip of his drink, "There's plenty more 
where this came from, and you can be sure it won't hurt you..." he said 
watching her gulp down nearly half her drink. 

Donna felt warm and more relaxed with each swallow of the potent mixture, 
and it did seem to help her get over the embarrassment of meeting Leo and 
Ike. She stared out at the lighted trees and grounds below, listening to tie 
sounds of the river nearby, a sound that lulled her senses, pleasantly. It 
was such a cool night, and yet here on Waldo's terrace she felt warm. 

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

Waldo laughed as if she had made some joke. "Take off your coat... It's not 
the drink, it's radiant heat out here," he said tapping his shoe on the 
floor of the balcony. "Tiles under the floor." 

"Oh my gosh," Donna giggled feeling silly. She set her drink down on the 
railing and slipped out of her coat with Waldo's help, still she felt warm 
and comfortable. "That's amazing!" she added, picking up her drink again and 
taking another large sip. "You really do have a remarkable weekend place, 
Mr. Waldo." 

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

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

"Wow!" Donna heard herself say, and she laughed as Waldo nodded in response. 
She sipped more of the insidious drink, her mouth feeling dry, and she 
looked over to where Kay was lying back on the large pillow, noting without 
surprise that Cindy's mother's dress had slipped far up her firmly smooth 
thighs. Almost casually Donna saw that she was wearing no panties; oddly 
enough, it seemed funny to be able to see her pubic curls up between her 
legs that way, and nice at the same time. Leo was gone and back again, this 
time settling down comfortably on the same big pillow with Kay. 

Donna turned, looking up to discover that the guest aerialists were 
beginning their act. This was an unexpected delightful surprise. A man and a 
woman, in white dressing robes were climbing the steps which led up to the 
low built trapezes. 

Other people in the room were sitting down, becoming even quieter than 
before, and she drank more of the cool liquid in her glass, feeling as 
though she could never get enough. 

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

Donna turned her head toward Waldo and his face was close, very close, 
moving like a descending sphere as his eager warm lips met hers. She wanted 
him to kiss her, to press his mouth and tongue into her to draw out the 
raging heat that had been pouring through her fiery body since the lewd 
scene she had witnessed last night. It lingered, held to a boiling pitch of 
passion that made her mind blank out what she knew was a very real danger. 
And... and maybe it would drive away the strange obscene thoughts she had 
been having about her young nephew all day long. 

The man's wetly quivering tongue flicked into her open mouth touching the 
roof of her mouth like a hot poker, and she began sucking on it hungrily, 
feeling a warm inviting promise of fulfillment that she had never felt in a 
kiss before that moment. It was good, too good, and she searched through the 
alcoholic haze in her mind to find reason for it all being wrong. 

But when the kiss ended, it was disappointment that it was over she felt. It 
was kindness, a secret understanding between them, formed in the privacy of 
a room full of people. 

Waldo raised his hand as if signalling someone in the darkness, and almost 
immediately Burt was there with fresh drinks. Waldo took a sip, as did she, 
and he was talking to her, telling her about what they were going to see, 
but that was unimportant compared with the depth of his eyes. How could she 
have ever stayed away from men? 

There was a sudden tenseness in the room, as if everyone was waiting 
anxiously for an event, and she, too, became excited... but for what reason, 
she couldn't guess. Then she saw a pin point of light across the room and 
she followed the beam with her eyes. 

The female aerialist was on the low platform. She let the robe fall from her 
shoulders and float down to the floor. Under the robe instead of the usual 
leotard she was wearing nothing at all. Donna blinked to make sure she was 
seeing correctly. The aerialist was a beautiful black-haired woman with firm 
little breasts, a narrow waist and sexily curving hips. 

Her softly fleshed little breasts were starkly white against the sun bronzed 
color of her tanned skin; the nipples dark and the aureoles a brownish gold. 
Her hand moved immediately over the nipples, rolling them into a pointed 
hardness. Her hips revolved in a grinding motion, the rhythm becoming more 
intense as she became more aroused. She moved her legs apart, completely 
naked, and her legs scissored out wider to expose the entire length of her 
moistly glistening cunt and the gleaming little clitoris nestled at the top 
of the thin hair-lined slit. Her hand left her breasts then circling down 
over her stomach, down over the silky pubic hair, down between her firm 
young thighs so that the tips of her fingers revolved over her rigidly 
pulsating clitoris. 

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

Then the woman on the platform stepped aside and the male aerialist 
appeared. He swung out on one of the swinging trapezes and let his robe fall 
to the floor of the playroom as the girl had done. He hung by his muscular 
legs from the trapeze upside down. His enormous cock extended downward and 
then hardened and stood outward like the mast of a ship. 

The naked girl swung down gracefully on the other trapeze swinging together 
with the first. As she hung by her arms facing her partner as they swung 
together, he grabbed her right leg and let the fingertips of his other free 
hand crawl up to the lips of her waiting vagina. He spread them slowly apart 
until the wetly glistening layers of cuntal flesh were fully visible, and 
the mouth-like orifice had opened in obvious hungry acceptance. The half 
moons of her rounded buttocks shone clearly, divided by the hot avid crevice 
between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the 
swollen and agitated lips. The man extended his long middle finger and 
sliding it downward, he inserted it into the pinkly quivering valley, 
stroking the bud-like clitoris at the same time. 

His probing fingers worked themselves inside the edges of her trembling 
young cunt, slowly widening the lips. He wormed his outstretched middle 
finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated opening as she drew her 
legs back and her rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the 
searching finger and the slowly swinging rhythm of the trapeze she was 
hanging from. The girl's facial muscles tightened as still another finger 
joined with the first. They disappeared with a soft wet sucking noise, up 
into the pink glistening folds, the girl purring with undisguised pleasure. 

For a brief moment a suddenly sober Donna considered leaving - running away 
- as she remembered what had happened to her traitorous body simply by 
watching Kay and the two men the previous evening, but the thought quickly 
faded as she took another sip of her drink. The liquid seemed to calm her 
mind, while her awakened young body was alive with flames of desire. Waldo 
had pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move. When he 
suddenly moved his hand to the top of her dress and boldly pushed under it 
and her brassiere to cup her naked breast, she didn't even want to move! 
Small pin-pricks of delicious feeling danced over her nerves to her nipples 
as he maddeningly rolled the hard little bud of one breast tip between thumb 
and forefinger. Her emotions ran away, and what fear she might have felt 
earlier was simply overpowered by an ever increasing flood of passion. She 
hazily snuggled back against Waldo's strong arm while her eyes remained 
fixed on the erotic performers. 

The girl on the trapeze was possessed with a nakedly implacable lust as she 
writhed beneath the man's avidly working fingers in uncontrollable passion. 
The steadily increasing rhythm drew loud grunts of pleasure from deep in her 
throat as his fingers sank into the tightly clasping cuntal opening, making 
soft, moistly echoing sucking noises as he withdrew them again. Her face was 
contorted with an animal lust as she strained furiously to reach a climax, 
her young mouth open and groaning in obvious frustration. She rolled her 
head from side to side her hair flying like a thousand soft whips in the 
air, and it was apparent she was becoming desperate for any kind of release 
as the two trapeze's swung slower and slower, almost against each other now. 

He pumped her naked young loins harder and faster, his fingers sliding in 
and out of her widespread pussy almost too fast to see as she tightly 
clenched and unclenched her buttocks straining desperately up against his 
probing hands. Her grunts became louder with each passing second, until her 
actions and voice seemed to blend into one long mewl of passion. 

Then the man on the trapeze drew the girl closer and pressed his mouth into 
her aroused young cunt and thighs as she slowly lifted her legs up over the 
bar of his trapeze and left herself dangling helplessly, hands holding 
tightly to one bar, ankles on the other, thighs split wide to his lips. t. 

The lewd position of the girl stretched between the two trapeze's made Donna 
feel vulnerable also, and she held tightly to Waldo's arm for security. She 
was a bundle of erotically tingling nerves, fascinated by what she saw. She 
should have been repulsed and shocked, but curiosity and excitement 
dominated her mind. The evil fascination of seeing the impending ravishment 
gripped her body, and tension made her spine stiffen. She gulped down 
several large mouthfuls of her drink which helped her to relax once more. 
Waldo's hand on her naked breast felt good, a feeling that she didn't want 
to deny herself for the first time since she could remember. His fingers 
tweaked her nipples and made tiny jolts of heated arousal jump along her 
nerve ends, and she squirmed her buttocks down harder against the pillow, 
forcing it to press deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were soaked 
from her excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together hard to hold down 
the overpowering sensation beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous 
ground in an unfamiliar situation, but she could not bring herself to deny 
the hotly demanding throbbing of her cunt. The smoothness of the pillow 
excited the overly sensitive lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny shocks 
pulsing in the bud of her clitoris. She bit into her lower lip to hold back 
the forbidden sensations that were pulsating up between her legs now with 
greater urgency, as her attention was concentrated on the lewd exhibition on 
the low hanging trapeze. 

The aerialist lowered his head to the widespread girl's tender, hair-covered 
loins, and then she tensed as his tongue snaked out, licking wetly up and 
down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly up into the tiny, 
tightly crinkled anal ring. 

She tried to squirm away from the wildly tickling sensation, wiggling her 
head and naked young body from side to side but the male aerialist merely 
increased the. intensity his greedy lapping of the narrow pink pussy slit 
between the aroused girl's thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length 
of it, from the tightly closed anus up over the fluted pink edges of her 
moistly quivering cunt, spreading through the soft, hair-covered swelling 
like a sword slicing through bread dough. It flicked relentlessly up between 
the girl's wide-spread legs, stopping once to curl its wet way deep into her 
wantonly writhing young cunt. 

Donna wasn't sure if she should look at the exhibitionists any longer, or 
turn away to help quiet the growing flame of passion within her own belly. 
She was excited by the gradual change coming over the moaning girl in the 
air. Then Donna heard different groans right alongside her, and she tore her 
eyes from the ceiling long enough to glance in the direction it came from. 
She was stunned, though not so much by what was happening, but because it 
was so blatantly open. 

Kay Graham had both her long tapered legs spread wide, her dress up around 
her hips, and Leo's hand was moving rapidly as he fingerfucked in and out of 
her naked vagina. Kay, completely unconcerned with the people around her, 
was grinding her pelvis and buttocks lewdly up off the large pillow in 
rhythm to the fingers fucking into her. Both she and Leo had their hot 
passion-glazed eyes locked on the lascivious act above them. Donna turned 
away, only now aware for the first time of the other couples in the 
surrounding darkness; though indistinct, it was apparent that they were all 
in lewd embraces by their writhing motion. The obscene aerial act was 
affecting everyone, and a warning bell sounded in her brain as she realized 
that she, too was about to succumb to the lewd urges heatedly pulsating 
through her body. But then a sound pulled her spinning mind back to the 
ceiling, away from all logical thought. 

Groaning like a wild animal, the girl reached out for the man's head and 
kicking her legs back she pulled his tongue forward, down into her now 
well-lubricated cuntal lips. His tongue thrust up the moist passageway like 
an attacking snake, ravishing her upthrust loins without mercy. Wild, 
incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the man 
salivating between her wantonly writhing asscheeks. He worked at her 
savagely, and the girl completely surrendered to the relentless licking of 
the half moons of her wildly trembling buttocks. She twisted back toward him 
reaching with her hands to spread wide the smooth ivory globes and give full 
access to her tiny brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid 
moment, causing her to groan with excitement. 

Barry's young aunt felt the aching hunger inside spreading from her abdomen 
all the way up to her passion swollen breasts. Waldo's hand against her 
naked tits both thrilled and frightened her, and she labored, gasping for 
breath. She squirmed harder against the pillow now shaped into her burning 
loins as its hard ridge pressed sensuously into the moistly heated lips of 
her vagina. She knew that she had to stop his caresses, to take his hand 
from beneath her brassiere, but she didn't have the strength to stop him. 
Her own hand would not obey her mind's commands: it lay limp and useless as 
she attempted to focus her eyes back on the lewd spectacle unfolding before 
their eyes. 

The girl driven now into a wild frenzy by the tongue of her handsome partner 
stretched her neck, contorting herself in a frantic effort to enclose his 
lustfully bobbing cock with her open mouth. After minutes of following the 
elusively moving cock with her tongue she was able to lick it and then, 
straining still further, she at last, caught it in her open mouth. Then ever 
so slowly she began moving her lips upward along its full length until 
almost the whole of it was engulfed in her wetly absorbing mouth. Abruptly, 
Donna could feel the intolerable warmth of the room, the heat of the other 
couples compounding her own excitement, as beads of sweat formed on her 
forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body containing a raging 
fire that needed extinguishing. She bit down on her lip in an attempt to 
keep back a vocal groan of frustration, but Waldo's hand worked with 
increased intensity over the hardened tip of her breast. 

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

Donna realized that Waldo was becoming more restless, and she was sure that 
he noticed the secret grinding of her buttocks down into the pillow beneath 
her. It was next to impossible to hide the frustration she felt, as her 
belly was like a raging and uncontrolled fire that burned with terrible 
insistence. His hand was kneading her breast more vigorously, and her 
nipples throbbed with guilty pleasure. She remembered Kay, so close that 
Cindy's mother might easily observe what Waldo was doing with his hand, and 
for the first time in her memory, she didn't want her friend to think her a 
prude. Yet, knowing that she was being watched could destroy the feelings in 
her body, and she glanced back to be sure Kay was busy with her own needs. 
The sight that filled her vision was far more erotic than anything Donna had 
seen in the air. 

Kay's head was bobbing up and down over Leo's loins now her lips clasped 
tightly in a wet oval around his long hard penis which stood up rigidly 
throbbing through the open zipper of his fly. His fingers were digging 
furiously in and out of her wetly clasping vagina, and Donna was again 
reminded of the scene she'd witnessed in the woods the previous night... 
only now she was close enough to reach out her hands and touch them! 

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

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

Donna squirmed as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing 
the folds of her dress moistly into her hungrily throbbing crevice from 
beneath. A gush of shame washed through her as sudden waves of indecent 
pleasure overcame her desire to resist. His hand under her buttocks became 
bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probings, while his other 
hand was moving faster, his fingernail gently scratching her inner thigh, in 
a silent, urgent warning to raise up slightly. She did and without warning, 
her dress was lifted away from her buttocks, although it was not apparent 
from above. She gasped out loud as she realized there was no more dress 
between his hand and her buttocks. Now Waldo's hand boldly covered all of 
the passion-drenched crotchband of her panties, snaking under the elastic 
leg band, and snaking its way relentlessly up into the moist walls of her 
wetly unresisting pussy. 

My God! I'm not only letting him do it... I'm enjoying it! She shamelessly 
ground down against his lewdly probing finger, holding her breath for fear 
some tell-tale sign or sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso silently 
quivered until her impaled young vagina became accustomed to the invading 
finger probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She knew she 
was hopelessly, shamelessly aroused, more than she had been the night 
before... more than at anytime in her life. She could feel her warm moisture 
covering the open palm of his hand beneath her buttocks as his outstretched 
finger wetly slid in and Out of her heatedly quivering loins. His finger 
moved in maddening circles inside her, expanding the tight little cuntal 
opening with each teasing rotation. The love-starved young woman was almost 
out of her mind with lust. She didn't think she could stand his caressing 
her genitals another moment, and she was ready to crawl up the walls in 
order to quench the fire raging inside her involuntarily contracting cunt. 
The sight of the girl on the trapeze being licked half crazy by her male 
partner, combined with Waldo's middle finger fucking without mercy up into 
her own hopelessly aroused cunt, were just too much. 

The couple on the trapeze had finally dropped to the mat on the floor and 
the man was able to slide his cock deep up into the quivering vagina of the 
girl aerialist. The two of them lunged and jerked into a wild dual orgasm 
that seemed to go on and on forever, until at last they lay still before the 
watching couples, their breath coming in short jerky little gasps. 

At last someone turned the spotlight off and started the music again, but 
Donna was hardly aware that it was finished. Her body had become a slave of 
Waldo's pleasure-giving long finger fucking into her hotly quivering vagina, 
and the image of the girl's frantic climax still lingered in her mind. It 
had completely overwhelmed her as she, too, was wildly hungry for lust. She 
ignored the fact that Waldo was shifting down beside her, his hand releasing 
her passion-swollen breast. Instead, she thought about Kay Graham and she 
looked back again, her senses though dulled for any shock. 

Kay was on her knees and lifting her dress up over her nakedly voluptuous 
hips, and Donna casually wondered just what her girlfriend was doing. Leo 
was lying flat on his back as Kay straddled him, her knees placed on either 
side of his hips, and Donna saw his thick, eagerly throbbing penis standing 
straight up in the air. Kay hovered over him, the full white roundness of 
her buttocks poised directly over his long hard cock, and she reached 
beneath her buttocks to tightly grasp it and guide it up between her open 
thighs. 

Donna trembled as she saw the huge bulbous head make contact with the 
moistly open flanges of the glistening cunt. Kay moved the lust-swollen cock 
tip back and forth in her soft hair-fringed slit several times, parting her 
wetly quivering pussy lips until the shaft was positioned against the gaping 
opening to her womb. Then, with a loud groan, Kay ground her fleshy white 
buttocks down hard on the rigidly thick penis. 

Aroused by the sensual sight, Donna's eyes were wide as she watched Leo's 
long blood-filled cock slide slowly up into the moistly clasping lips of her 
friend's cunt and she heard the lewd wet sluicing noise it made as it 
entered. Kay rode down on the massively throbbing rod, taking it far up 
inside her belly until all Donna could see was the thick base of it 
protruding out from the tight little cunt lips surrounding it. 

Donna reminded herself that this was real, not the act she'd been watching, 
and they were but a few feet away. It was even clearer and closer than when 
she had seen Kay and Leo and Ike the night before. Now Cindy's mother began 
a slow grinding up and down, her buttocks rising in the air above Leo until 
just the tip of his rock-hard cock was caught inside the enclosing sheath of 
her pussy. Then, groaning loudly each time she made the movement, she 
dropped heavily down on him, impaling herself completely with each long 
stroke. 

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

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

Moving as though guided by an outside force, Donna raised her gently 
trembling young buttocks from the pillow as Waldo pulled her panties down 
over her long slim legs. A moment later, her panties were gone. He pushed 
her legs back, jack-knifing them so that the whole naked plane of her vagina 
was completely open to his gaze. She didn't make any more moves to stop him 
as he bunched her dress up around her waist, out of the way, but she somehow 
felt less of her nakedness because of it. She knew that she was open and 
clearly visible to many of the others in the room, but she also knew that 
they were far too busy to pay any attention to her and Waldo. And at that 
moment she didn't think she'd care who was watching her anyway. 

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

"Noooo! not here in front of everyone else!" she moaned, half whispered. She 
didn't want anyone but Waldo to hear her plea for him to take her somewhere 
private, so there was no insistence or volume in her voice, and he appeared 
not to hear her. She tried to clench her wildly trembling thighs together, 
expecting that such an action would cause him to stop and listen to her for 
a moment. 

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

Donna tried to lurch back from the sudden electrifying contact of Ids hotly 
glistening tongue with the quaking bud of her clitoris, but she was held 
down on the pillow. Her legs were spread wide apart by his sweating palms 
pressing outward against the soft, inner flesh of her thighs. It was 
hopeless to struggle, as she stared helplessly down between her breasts, 
seeing him hunched on all fours like a beast of prey making ready to devour 
its victim. The warmly pink flesh of her heated vagina was presented up to 
his lust-contorted face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on the 
pillow, her shame and humiliation at being used like this in front of the 
others complete as she saw his maddeningly circling tongue, a stranger's 
tongue, flicking around the edges of her wide-splayed vaginal lips. She was 
ashamed of her body's betrayal of her mind, and she tried vainly to keep 
from losing complete control, all the time loving the wildly erotic 
sensations that poured over her desire-tortured nerve ends. 

Raising his head for a moment, Waldo looked hungrily down at the soft pink 
flanges of pussy flesh open to his gaze. He didn't seem the same man Donna 
had met some few short minutes ago as he stared greedily down at her open 
cunt mouth. Then, with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried 
all the full length of his long slippery tongue into the warmly throbbing 
walls of her cunt. 

Donna choked back a soul-baring moan attempting to escape from deep in her 
throat. Her buttocks sank down into the pillow as she tried desperately to 
resist the maddening assault on her secret genitals. She could only whimper 
helplessly before his lewd attack and close her eyes tightly to block out 
the thought that others might be watching while she was letting a perfect 
stranger greedily feast between her legs below. It couldn't be true, she 
told herself over and over as she flailed her head from side to side as his 
tongue began heatedly spearing in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips 
of her love-starved cunt. The sensations of his forbidden pleasures began to 
ripple and churn deep down in her quivering belly and although her arms lay 
tensed at her sides, the young woman began a slow, sensuous undulation of 
her body. She was becoming an object to be played with in any way Waldo 
desired, and the thought again made her try and stop the salaciously 
demanding throbs in her belly. He was defiling her as that drunken soldier 
had her sister; arousing her in this public orgy beyond her wildest 
imagination... and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath him and 
accept any act he wanted to commit on her nakedly exposed pussy without so 
much as a scream of protest. She knew there was no one to. help her now, but 
most terrible of all... she was beyond helping herself. What she was feeling 
was too exquisite, too wonderfully wicked... too good! 

Donna was reminded of the girl on the trapeze. It was the same for her, as 
she couldn't stop the delicious sensations that Waldo's probing tongue 
brought her, and its wet length seemed to stretch up into the furthest 
reaches of her cuntal passage, teasing the heatedly seeping walls of her 
womb like a wicked, unstoppable weapon of lust. She had never been so 
aroused in her life. 

Fully aware of the declining resistance from Donna, Waldo forced her legs 
back even further, nakedly exposing the whole of her heated loins to his 
assault. Driving his tongue in quick stabbing motions up the warmly clasping 
passage, he worked with greater speed to bring her to total submission. He 
had been skeptical when Kay Graham phoned earlier, telling him about Donna, 
but now that he was tasting her wild hungering pussy and experiencing her 
wantonness, he was glad to be the one chosen to loosen her up. She had the 
potential of a fantastic fuck, and he was determined to bring it out of her. 

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

Feeling the wet, searing assault on her upraised anal lips, Donna moaned 
loudly and clenched her eyes shut again. Her lips were bared back over her 
teeth from the torturing sensations his wetly licking tongue sent racing 
through her body. Tiny goose-bumps ran across her tautly rippling belly and 
all the way up to her rapidly heaving breasts as a further moist stab 
flicked out at the fleshy little anal ring. She was helpless before his 
depraved attack, and her body began to totally desert her. Her buttocks 
jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue that sent uncontrolled 
spasms of delicious pleasure coursing through her shattered nerves. 

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

She was completely his, Waldo was certain of that, and swirling his tongue 
around up into her tightly clasping cunt once more, he moved his hands to 
his belt to lower his pants. His cock was aching from the painful 
confinement, and he worked quickly, slipping his shorts down in the same 
motion. His throbbing penis sprang erect from his groin, the freedom making 
his blood-filled cock grow harder still. He could imagine how her tightly 
squeezing little cunt would feel locked around his cock, as it had even felt 
tight around his tongue, and he was determined to make this a fuck she would 
never forget!!! 

Raising his face up from her saliva soaked loins, he grabbed her legs with 
both hands, and twisting them, rolled her over onto her stomach. Donna was 
so caught up in the tongue-fucking of her openly spread cunt, she didn't 
resist or protest her being forced into such a debasing position. She didn't 
fight when he pulled her ass up, bringing her into the kneeling position 
with her dress bunched around her waist, so that her smoothly quivering 
buttocks were lewdly open to anything he might desire. Her face was pressed 
tightly down into the pillow, but she twisted her head to one side and saw 
the sensual fucking Leo was giving Cindy's mother a few feet from her face. 

Kay Graham was grinding her buttocks and widely flaring cunt up and down on 
his heavily throbbing cock in such wild abandon that Donna was sure she was 
nearing a climax, and the excitement of witnessing such an act made her own 
wanton needs even more demanding than before. At that moment... Waldo bent 
down behind her and, spreading the warm fleshy cheeks of her ass wide with 
an outward pressure of his thumbs, flicked his tongue once again at her 
wetly puckered little anal mouth. 

"Oooooooohhh, God!" she moaned aloud as the tantalizing licking invaded her 
inner thighs, teasing at her like some demon of flesh. She quivered back 
against it, screwing her upraised buttocks back in eager little circles 
around and around to feel the teasing licking of her nakedly exposed loins. 
There was nothing in the world like this wonderful tongue fucking she was 
getting! She had never known it before, it was different, it was wicked, it 
consumed the whole of her being, and there was nothing else in the entire 
universe now but the lashing tongue licking so hungrily at her nakedly open 
cunt and asshole from behind. Wild thoughts ran through her mind, thoughts 
of a great slobbering tongue slithering around all over her, slickening her 
flesh, engulfing her whole sensuously squirming body with its heated saliva. 
She thought she knew what it would be like now, and wildly she reveled in 
its lewdly tingling joy until she thought suddenly her entire body was to 
explode into a thousand pieces. 

Waldo stopped, timing his moment, and he ran his tongue wetly up the crevice 
between the soft half moon cheeks, up over her back until his progress was 
halted by the gathered material around her narrowly curved waist. He crawled 
up between her wide-spread thighs, levering them further apart with his 
knees, and he rammed his massively throbbing penis forward, thrusting 
heavily against the moistly waiting softness of her feverishly quivering 
pussy. 

For a fleeting second Donna felt fear when the blunt head pushed against her 
naked loins. It was huge, bigger than she thought possible, and she was sure 
it would split her apart. He thrust at her, almost frantic in his efforts to 
find the tight little entrance-way to her belly. And... her fear of being 
watched by the others was momentarily conquered by the lewdly exciting sight 
of Cindy's mother getting fucked silly next to her. Kay was grinding her 
buttocks down on Leo's long hard shaft with wild abandon, the great pole of 
flesh rapidly disappearing and reappearing up inside her curl-fringed 
cunt-lips as she frantically bounced up and down over his groin. Donna 
wanted a cock fucking her belly too, and she wantonly arched her buttocks up 
in the air to give herself up to her host's heavily probing demands. 

"Reach back under your tits and put it in... Put it in!" Waldo panted. 

"Oh God!" she moaned impatiently, reaching back up between hr legs and 
wrapping her hand around his thickly jerking cock. She could feel the long, 
fleshy penis, with blood pounding rapidly through it, and fear again welled 
as she perceived the true enormity of it. 

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

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

Feeling the heat of her softly quivering flesh against his aching cock, 
Waldo panicked that he might spew out his cum right then, even before he had 
a chance to fuck it up into the hot, voluptuous little bitch. Not wanting to 
lose it, he shoved his hips forward, pressing his huge, lust-swollen 
cockhead slowly up into the warmly cringing depths of her open little cunt 
mouth. 

"OOOOOhhhhhhh!" Donna groaned in momentary pain and pressed her face tighter 
down into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the volume of her cry. She 
attempted to inch away for a moment, but he held her hips tightly with both 
hands, preventing any escape from the inevitable entry. 

Pushing again, Waldo drove the throbbing length of his massive penis another 
inch up inside her tightly palpitating opening, noting as he did so that the 
tiniest move elicited a moan of protest from deep in her throat. He slowly 
continued the lewd impalement of her reluctantly accepting body, his hotly 
throbbing cock anxious to be totally ensheathed in the velvety warm walls of 
her cunt. Inch by inch he wormed his way up into her, slowly filling her 
heatedly quivering passage with the massive hardness of his penis. The 
crevice of her upraised buttocks clenched tightly together as her inner 
cunt-walls sucked inward in futile protest against the steady penetration. 
But... in spite of her initial misgivings, the warmly flowering lips of her 
pussy were sexually moistened to receive him. And it was as though her 
vagina was willingly swallowing him up inside. At the thought, that she 
might be beginning to enjoy it, his cock swelled even larger in the 
tightness of the involuntarily clasping tunnel of warm wet cunt flesh. 

Donna felt as if she was being stretched to the bursting point, and she 
could clearly feel every wrinkle and ridge of his beautiful, blood-pounding 
penis through the sensitized walls of her passion-inflamed vagina. His 
relentless penetration seemed to go on and on, then suddenly stilled for a 
moment. She was sure he was all the way up inside her womb - up inside as 
far as he could go! But, after a seconds wait, he flexed his cock, and then 
without any warning, lurched another half-inch up into her searing belly. 

"Ooooommmmph!" The presence of other people in the room was no longer 
occupying her thoughts as she grunted more from surprise than pain. She now 
realized that her vagina was completely filled with his massive cock, and it 
was even more surprising that her insides were rapidly adjusting to it. Her 
initial grunt of expected pain changed then to soft whimpering mewls of 
burning need as she felt his heavy, sperm-filled scrotum swaying up 
tantalizingly down between her widespread inner thighs and the curls of his 
pubic hair brushing sensually against her upturned asscheeks. Then Waldo, 
with a loud groan of delight, drove a last quarter inch further up into her 
depths, his balls swinging forward this time to smack noisily up between her 
open legs and slap against her naked belly. The ovally stretched young woman 
was stunned by the blunt head of his heatedly pulsating penis as it pressed 
hard back into her cervix, she had taken more cock up into her belly than 
she thought humanly possible. 

"Oooohhhh!" Her moan of pleasure-pain was a long-awaited signal for Waldo, 
and he immediately back-fucked his rod out of the wet fleshy tunnel, snaking 
it out until only the very tip remained inside. He held it there for a 
moment, waiting for the kneeling woman to wiggle her voluptuously rounded 
buttocks back for it in askance, and when she did, he fucked deep up into 
her again. This time his penetration was smooth and quick; the thick rubbery 
head of his cock easily parting the tightly grasping walls of her cunt. It 
plowed hard on up into her belly and his groin was once again bucking flatly 
against her upturned buttocks. She whimpered a cry half of pleasure, half of 
pain, but at that point he was only concerned with fucking her for all she 
was worth. 

Waldo began pistoning his cock rhythmically in and out, taking long, hard 
strokes that pounded deep inside her tightly quivering cunt, striking her 
cervix again and again. He stared down at her kneeling, bent over form, her 
firm white buttocks wantonly grinding back to his driving rhythm, her 
smoothly curved back sloping sensuously down to the loosely scattered 
blondness of her twisting head. The sight of her voluptuously sensual body 
bent to his will made his balls stir with boiling passion, and they begged 
him to fuck her quickly so to release the intolerable pressure of his heated 
sperm. 

"Uuuugghhhh... uuugggghhh... uuuuuuggggghhh!" She chanted into the pillow in 
time to his long hard thrusts, feeling every inch of his firm, powerfully 
pulsating cock as it slid smoothly up into her warmly clasping vaginal 
passage to hit bottom. And then, like a bouncing ball, suddenly it would 
return to the beginning of her now hungrily nibbling cuntal mouth. She 
fucked back of her own accord, raising her buttocks up to each of his inward 
strokes, eagerly spreading her thighs wider apart to take him as deep as 
possible. There was nothing around her but the pleasure giving cock in her 
fiery cunt, pulsating up in her like a great, salaciously writhing python. 
There was no longer any shame of being fucked in front of the others, but 
instead there was the ultimate pleasure of being fucked and fucked well... 
and of fucking well in return. 

"Ooooohhh, God! Fuck me, ohhhhhh... fuck me... " Donna screeched as her 
sexual frenzy took complete control of her thoughts. Her eyes now were 
glazed over with an implacable lust, and as she stared at the obscenely 
entwined, wildly fucking bodies of Leo and Cindy's mother next to her, their 
driving frenzy only added to the lewdly sensual pleasure of herself being 
fucked. Leo's cock was glistening with the white shining liquid of their 
passion that was continually smoothed over by the tightly locked lips of Kay 
Graham's greedily working cunt as she rode up and down on the hard fleshy 
pole. Kay's head was thrown back, and she wailed as her orgasm consumed her 
very being. 

"Ooooohhhh... fuck me deeper... shoot it in me... shoot it in me... " she 
screamed, echoing Donna's earlier obscenities. Kay's writhing, screaming 
climax seemed to make Waldo's long hard cock grow even bigger, and Donna 
arched her wantonly writhing buttocks up to take him deeper inside her 
quaking belly. She was experiencing a passion she never before realized 
possible, and it overpowered her completely. She was witnessing an erotic 
sexual climax while at the same moment being fucked herself into a glorious 
insensibility. Not ever in her wildest imagination, had it been so good! 

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

Her voluptuous young body was tingling from head to toe, and she now felt 
confined and restricted by her clothes - wanting to be free of them. She 
reached back to loosen the top of her dress, and twisting erotically all the 
while, she pulled the material up over her head, throwing it away like 
useless cloth. She did the same with her brassiere letting her firmly formed 
breasts dance and flutter beneath her chest erotically from the impact of 
Waldo's hard driving cock. And the moment she was finally naked, she felt 
his hands moving down over her back, reaching under her breasts to squeeze 
them and tweak the nipples between his fingers. She was all consumed by the 
sheer lewdity of her compromised position, and she rolled forward on her 
forehead to look back up underneath her nakedly writhing body to see her 
hotly quivering cunt being so salaciously fucked up into by the hardness of 
his jerking penis. His long cock pulled out until only the very tip of him 
remained up inside her greedily devouring vagina, then it would smoothly 
drive back up inside again, the hair-lined lips of her cunt eagerly clasping 
it until the thick shaft of flesh completely filled her warm, hungry 
passage. His loins smacked flatly, loudly up into the crevice of her 
buttocks with each hard thrust of his groin, and she felt the lewdly rising 
tingling sensation growing, growing all the time. 

Running his hands from her ripely dangling breasts, up over her belly to her 
desire-tensed thighs, Waldo sensed building spasms of coming orgasm growing 
within the kneeling girl, as he fucked rhythmically into her hot little 
cunt. He wanted to make her scream from the pounding of his rigidly 
pistoning cock, to make her beg him to pump his hot, thickly building cum 
deep up inside her belly until her inexperienced vaginal walls had sucked 
him completely dry. Her eagerly quivering pussy was alive with passion, 
warmly clasping around his penis, the slick walls squeezing every part of 
his cock like a heated, massaging wave of fire. She was wonderfully tight, 
and fought off the growing sensation in the head of his thundering cock, not 
wanting to cum until she had screamed out her own orgasm. 

"Oooohhh... Aaaaagggghhhh... OOOhhhhh!" she moaned as he fucked up into her 
flaming passage unmercifully! Donna gasped for breath as her face was 
buffeted again and again into the softness of the pillow beneath her by his 
terrible lunging force. The hardened nipples on the tips of her wildly 
dancing breasts brushed licentiously across the slick fabric of the pillow, 
adding to the sizzling excitation already pouring through her passion filled 
body. 

With eyes fixed on the smoothly rounded spheres of her buttocks, Waldo 
suddenly released his grip on her hips to press his thumbs on the outside of 
the narrow dividing crevice, he spread the twin cheeks wide apart, exposing 
the tiny pink hole of her anus to his view. It seemed to be gasping and 
sucking at his groin like a tiny octopus mouth as he rammed his pelvis hard 
against it. He eased back a little, placing his out-stretched middle finger 
against the small puckered opening and then he twisted his hand around, 
working his fingertip a bare half inch up into the tight rubbery flesh, 
"Uuuuhhgg!" she hissed back at him, her face contorted with lust. "Yesss... 
Yes! Fuck your finger in my asshole!" She raised her buttocks up in lewd 
offering to the relentless worming finger, trying to screw it up inside her 
hotly working rectal passage. Her tightly restricting anus popped open to 
let the tip of it enter, and initially she felt nothing but a slight pain, 
though still she masochistically urged him on. He accommodated her lust by 
shoving his finger deeper into her rectum, and as she became adjusted to the 
unnatural invasion, she eagerly angled her body up for more. 

"Oooohhh, yes, yes, yes!" She grunted as she tried to take the turning, 
twisting finger to the hilt, shoving back against it while at the same time 
absorbing more of his hard, jerking cock deep inside her wildly pulsating 
cunt. He wormed his finger up salaciously into the hot rubbery passage until 
his palm was flat against her ass-cheeks and he could shove it no further. 
Mouth open wide, she groaned out her ecstasy from the sudden dual 
impalement. 

"Uuuuuuggghh... Oooohhhh!" 

Worming his finger around the depths of her tightly grasping rectum, he 
could feel, through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, 
his own skewering cock as it slammed repeatedly in and out of her cuntal 
cavern. She writhed abandonedly, lunging and driving her buttocks back 
against the two deeply tunneling instruments, her tortured backside now a 
seething cauldron of sexual excitement. The twin slamming forces wracked her 
body into wildly contorted jerks and spasms as she felt the growing, 
churning heat build deeper and deeper within her belly. 

"Ooooohhh, God! Oooohhh!" She was going to cum! 

The kneeling Donna's gasps were a signal to the man fucking into her from 
behind and he felt the walls of her slickly engulfing cunt begin to seep 
more wetly now with the warmth of her impending orgasm. Shoving his pelvis 
forward with all his strength, he drove his cock and finger as deep as 
possible into the dual tightly clasping passages, working furiously as she 
gyrated crazily toward the lewd, rapturous heights of erotic bliss. Donna 
screwed her loins back against his hammering cock and finger like a wanton 
bitch in heat, and she jerked and jumped in complete abandonment up and down 
on the now battered pillow beneath her face and tits. 

"Ooooh, God!... I'm... God... Gooiinngg to... Now! I'mmmmmm 
cccuuummmiinnngg!" 

Her kneeling, convulsing body was maddeningly sensual now, her hotly 
quivering cunt sucking feverishly on his heavily pistoning cock, her anus 
sucking inward and clenching around his middle-finger all the way up to the 
palm of his hand. She was wilder than any woman he'd ever had, and he fucked 
into her with the growing satisfaction of knowing that he was going to make 
her cum like she'd never cum before. 

Donna pushed her lewdly writhing buttocks back hard against his groin as she 
felt the overwhelming joy of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep 
within her heated womb. The excitedly jerking cock in her cunt seemed to 
grow larger still, and she fucked back against it, thrilling in her first 
orgasm ever brought on by a man... a climax that released the sexual 
energies dammed up inside her for almost twenty years. Hotly perfumed female 
lubricant spewed on her clasping and squeezing cunt as her belly rippled and 
jerked again and again with mind-blowing pleasure. 

And Waldo could hold back no longer. His hot, whitely spurting sperm 
exploded from his balls in great surging waves. He was suddenly lost in the 
incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of hotly 
spewing cum shot from the lust-swollen tip of his deeply buried cock. 

"Ooooohhh!" Donna screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping up into her 
cum-flooded cunt like a series of fiery, stabbing explosions. The impact was 
more powerfully erotic than anything she had ever, ever felt, and as she 
fucked back his hot cum fired again and again, filling her belly to the 
bursting point. The slickly heated walls of her cunt were clasping and 
unclasping avidly now around the rigid staff, milking it seemingly of all 
the liquid-passion it had ever contained. 

Their mutual climax seemed to last forever as their naked bodies bucked and 
squirmed lewdly together, Donna's scream of joy echoing crazily, wildly 
around the darkened room. Her heels kicked up and back against his naked 
ass-cheeks, as if she was spurring him on for more, but finally he groaned 
aloud and his rapidly deflating penis pulled noisily from her cum-filled 
cunt while his finger popped obscenely out with a slight farting hiss from 
her still greedily clasping anus. She fell forward onto her stomach, then 
rolled over onto her back, her head swimming from her sudden sexual 
awakening. It was as if her body had finally been freed from its long 
bondage, her self-imposed, almost masochistic, chastity now a thing of the 
past to be forgotten forever. 

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

"I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, baby!" he hissed down at her. 
"I want you to suck me... Do you hear?" 

Donna stared at his throbbing, cum slickened cock as he knelt down beside 
her. 

Try as she might, she was unable to feel the hesitation she would have felt 
an hour before. Only for a moment did she procrastinate, torn between the 
hot desire that still scorched her newly awakened body and the quick twinge 
of age-old guilt that still flickered hazily through her confused thoughts. 
But nothing else mattered now except the uncontrolled and raging lust that 
was now stamped indelibly deep up in her still hungrily pulsating belly. 
And, after all, it would bring him pleasure too... 

She did as he asked, closing her wetly ovalled young mouth around the 
slickly jerking penis, licking away the warm pungent juices of his and 
Cindy's mother's orgasm that still clung to it. She sucked on it, taking it 
deep in her virgin throat, feeling a new and different excitement from her 
sexual arousal as she felt it heatedly throbbing against the roof of her 
mouth. It was good, better than she would have ever have believed. And she 
wanted him to cum in her throat, to drink down his life-giving sperm into 
her lusting belly, and have its magic fire incite her into further acts of 
lewd and debasing sexuality. She was ready for anything now, and as he came 
almost immediately, she sucked in and gulped down the spewing male liquid 
that filled her mouth. A wanton sexual hunger had taken over her mind and 
body, and she truly was ready for anything. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Leo fell back on the pillow, dead tired from all the sexual activity, but he 
stared in awe at the blonde woman Donna, as she licked lovingly at the last 
drops of semen from his deflating cock. Such a change had taken place in her 
that she wasn't at all like the woman Kay had described when calling that 
afternoon. Kay knew how to pick them all right. The sexual potential had 
been there, and they had all succeeded in bringing it out. Donna was wild 
and wanton and wonderfully sexy. And the way she had just so eagerly sucked 
his cock, made him know that he'd want her again. Without question, she 
would be more than willing. 

The taste of hot sperm in her mouth was like an appetizer, and when Leo's 
limply expended cock pulled from her mouth Donna felt even hungrier than 
before. The lewd pulsating feelings in her belly were becoming more and more 
demanding and she raised up, looking around the darkened room. There seemed 
to be fewer people, but from what she could make out, most - if not all - 
were engaged in sexual activities. 

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

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

She had neither the time nor the desire to think about what was happening to 
her though in the back of her mind she thought she might feel differently in 
the light of day. But then, she was feeling that the party was just 
beginning, and she walked nakedly through the living room and in the 
direction of a hallway she had seen from the front door. When she reached it 
she heard sounds coming from a room down the hall, and since the door was 
open, she walked inside. The walls of the room were multi-colored, the 
ceiling mirrored with tiny pin-points of light like stars imbedded in it, 
but Donna saw none of those details. What she did see made her gasp in 
surprise. 

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

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

Before words could totally appear in her mind Donna had the answer. She 
sensed it without seeing that someone had entered the room behind her. Her 
whole naked body tingled with hyper-charged awareness, feeling familiar eyes 
examining her buttocks, scanning over her body from head to toe, and she 
knew the terrible truth without turning around. It was Barry... it had to be 
Barry! 

Donna held her breath as she slowly turned, and not three feet away, her 
worst fears were confirmed. Barry, her own nephew, was standing there in the 
doorway, his young muscular body also naked, and his virile, eagerly 
pulsating cock standing erectly out from his groin. He was staring at her, 
then over toward Cindy, unbelieving, though he was obviously aroused. 

"Aunt Donna... I... I didn't know she was bringing... Not here! Honest... 
I... " His eyes were scanning her nakedness uncontrollably, and Donna felt 
them, knowing what he had to be thinking. She wanted him to be enraged at 
finding Cindy in such a position, wanted him to run to Ike and Kay and pull 
them away from his girl. But it was only too apparent that he was aware of 
what was going on between them, and in fact that he was likely on his way to 
join them all. If only he would run at them. Then I wouldn't feel what I'm 
feeling... Such horrible thoughts... Not that... No I mustn't! 

When he had seen Kay there, Barry thought his aunt had declined her dinner 
invitation and that Kay had come to the house party alone. It was in full 
swing, and when he and Cindy arrived and found Kay Graham naked and ripe for 
fucking, he hoped to get some of her. He was ready for it! But now, here 
before him was his aunt, naked and aroused, and far more sensually beautiful 
than any of the other females he had seen. He had to explain, he had to do 
something to control his body: he wanted to tell her that he hadn't been a 
part of Kay's and Cindy's plans... that he didn't know Kay would bring her 
there... He was incapable of coherent speech, however, because of the 
sudden, intensely salacious way he felt about his own aunt. 

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

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

Her body was soft, warm, loving. Her softly firm breasts burned holes in his 
chest, and her thighs, sleek and vibrant, squeezed his painfully aching cock 
between them. Oh, God, he had to fuck her like he had always wanted to do! 
Heated, moist, her wispy pubic hairs brushed seductively over his erect 
penis. 

"Aunt Donna... I-I want you! I want to fuck you!" And he did want her 
-wanted to fuck her more than any woman or girl he had ever known. 

His words burned in her mind like answers to the demanding fires which 
snapped at her nakedly stripped body. She wanted him too, she could not deny 
it. And she felt powerless, unmercifully helpless to resist the terrible 
truth. She had watched him fucking his young girlfriend, Cindy; and had told 
herself at that moment that she could give him even more than the young 
teenager could! She wanted to have her nephew's rigid cock fucking deep up 
into her. Yes, oh yes, yes, yes! It throbbed with life, his flesh and blood 
from her sister, up between her thighs, so close, Oh God, so close! Was it 
wrong? Was what she wanted so desperately wrong? Didn't she feel more like a 
woman than ever before in her life? Oooooohh yes, dear God! Yesssss! "Barry, 
darling, ooohhh, darling baby... " Powerless to stop the terrible heat of 
their passion, they knelt down nakedly together, face to face on the soft 
floor and her hand lovingly stroked his throbbing manliness, his hand slowly 
moved up her tender and soft inner thighs to her warmly palpitating pussy. 

"You're... So... Gooooood... Aunt Donna." His fingers found the curving slit 
of her moistly heated vagina, and he brushed the tips across the tiny 
hardened bud of her clitoris. 

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

"Ooohh, Aunt Donna, now! Got to fuck you now!" he moaned, and he thrust his 
hips up off the rug, trying to drive his blood-filled desire-hardened cock 
into the slick, wetly pulsating lips of his aunt's vagina. 

"Oooooohh, darling! Now, yes, NOW!" she answered, and she reached down with 
her hand to part the soft, hair-fringed lips for him, clearing the way for 
his entrance. She hesitated for only an instant, one short moment before she 
plunged down on her nephew's massive thickness. And it pressed up into her, 
expanding the tight, resisting orifice until she thought it would drive her 
insane. Buffeted by pain, she still felt a sense of pride that Barry, her 
sixteen year old nephew was an equal man - penis-wise - to any other male 
she had seen at the party. 

"Oooohh, God! Aaaagghhhhh!" Donna screamed as the young lusting cock lurched 
just up inside her tightly enfolding passageway. Trembling uncontrollably, 
she slowly lowered herself over him, wanting all of him in her belly. 

Barry raised his head up to watch his long hard cock slowly sinking up into 
his aunt's pinkly clasping cuntal mouth. And it felt good, and right, and 
powerful! The tight wet walls sucked him voraciously up inside her, covering 
his lust-swollen penis inch by wonderful inch with her softly quivering 
internal flesh. Warm and wet and pulsating hungrily, the feeling of his 
entrance made his young body a raging sea of excitement. He couldn't hold 
back. Not for a second longer! He had to fuck her now! And he lurched his 
hips off the floor, thrusting the whole hard length of his massively 
throbbing cock into her fiery depths. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she screamed louder, feeling every wrinkle of his fleshy 
thick penis as it filled her to the base of her belly. She had no idea he 
would be so strong, so wonderful, and she ground her loins down over his 
youthful pelvis, feeling all of his length imbedded deep up inside her 
gratefully engulfing cunt. She wanted to go on being fucked, more than ever, 
by her wonderful nephew. 

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

Waldo was not aware of the relationship between Donna and Barry, but even if 
he had it would have made no difference. He was looking for Donna, and 
finding her in the process of being fucked by a young sixteen year old 
mattered little. He could wait, or better yet, join them. 

"Ooooohh, yesss, Barry darling! Fuck me hard, oh, hard!" 

The shamelessly aroused aunt was bouncing up and down as she knelt over the 
boy, her knees out wide on either side of his hips, as she took him deep up 
in her wetly clasping cunt; and Barry was fondling her breasts, one in each 
hand, as he raised and lowered his hips rhythmically fucking her back. Waldo 
moved closer around behind Donna, his eyes staring at the white half-moon 
ass-cheeks, clenching and unclenching as she stroked up and down on the 
fleshy young penis. Intermittently he could see the tiny hole of her 
puckering anus, just above the lewdly pistoning cock in her cunt, and he 
wanted to fuck her there. Her asshole is still virgin, he thought excitedly, 
and he would be glad to put the final touches on the de-flowering of Donna 
Mason. 

"Lean forward, Donna dear! I'm going to fuck your asshole!" Waldo hissed in 
her ear. 

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

"Yesss, Waldo... " Donna gasped as she took her nephew's cock deep in her 
belly and leaned forward. "Fuck my asshole while Barry fucks my cunt!" 

Waldo needed no further encouragement, and without hesitation, he knelt down 
between Barry's legs and behind his aunt's rhythmically working buttocks. 
His cock was fully erect, more so than when he first had taken Donna that 
evening, and he stroked it in his hand as he leaned close to the tightly 
puckered little opening between her buttock cheeks. He knew she had to be 
prepared but he was so excited by the prospect of fucking his cock up into 
her tight, virgin little asshole that any real delay was unthinkable. 

Donna was ready for him, as she reached back with both hands, pulling the 
smoothly curved cheeks of her ass wide apart. Her nephew's cock was pressing 
against her cervix, jerking and anxious, and she wanted him to fuck her 
harder the moment Waldo entered her other hole. She felt Waldo's finger 
probing against her virgin anus, the tightly resisting ring of rectal flesh 
holding, then giving away as she leaned forward and down forcing her anal 
muscles to relax as she prepared bravely for the greater entry to come. 

"Uuuuuuggghhhhh!" she grunted as his fingertip teased up into her rectum, 
and the slight discomfort continued as he worked it feverishly around to 
stretch her tight little anal passage wider and prepare it for the coming of 
the impatiently throbbing width of his cock. The combination of 
pleasure-pain that wracked her body was overwhelming and she began fucking 
slowly back wantonly, needing two cocks now fucking deep up into her belly. 
Within seconds he pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt her 
buttocks pulled wider apart by his thumbs, then a tremendous pressure 
against the tightly clenched little entrance-way. 

"Ooohhh, God, ohhh. Do it quick! Do it quick so it won't hurt!" she blurted, 
and ground her hips backward courageously. Waldo held her shoulders as he 
shoved hard forward, his invading cudgel stiff and eager to crawl up inside 
her heated little rectum. 

For a moment it resisted, but shoving forward with all his strength, he 
popped the thick head of it just up inside the elastic-tight ring of 
defensively puckered flesh. He was expanding her to impossible size, her 
anal ring like a tiny rubber band stretched around his mammoth penis; 
determinedly, he pushed hard forward again and again, slowly but 
relentlessly driving his long, lust-hardened cock in to the hilt. 

"Uugghhh... Aaagghhh... AAAGGGHHH!" Donna grunted in grim determination over 
and over as the searing bolt streaked through her body, his jerking penis 
boring into her hotly clenched rectum like a red hot poker. It drove deep up 
into her from behind, filling her beyond belief, a second monstrous cock 
fucking up between her legs. She felt as though an elephant trunk had 
crawled up into her back there, the momentary shock wracking her and surging 
out over every part of her body. But then, moments later, her grunts turned 
from self-forced acceptance to abandoned sobs of ecstasy as she felt both 
powerful poles of heated penile-flesh bucking and jerking deep up inside her 
quaking belly. She groaned out loud as both Waldo and Barry skewered her 
like a plastic blow-up doll between them, their cocks separated only by the 
thin fleshy membrane dividing her vagina and rectum. They began to fuck in 
unison, their timing somehow coming together as they both withdrew their 
long, wildly throbbing penises until only the heads remained inside her: 
Waldo's cock held by the tight sphincter muscle, and her nephew's virile 
young shaft by the thin, pink-rimmed lips of her insatiable cunt. Then they 
both bucked forward simultaneously driving deep up into her now gratefully 
engulfing passages. Their hardness pushing and slipping against each other 
along the parallel channels of her lust-slickened cunt and rectum again and 
again. 

"Oooohhh, God, yesss my darlings! Yessss, ohhh, yeessss!" Donna moaned. "I 
want more, oohhh, MORE!" 

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

Kay Graham was enjoying a passion feast of her own, but it was heightened by 
the lewdly stimulating sight taking place right before her lust-glazed eyes. 
While her own daughter Cindy was furiously licking into her cunt and getting 
fucked dog-fashion by Ike from behind, Donna Mason was being sandwich-fucked 
half-crazy between her sixteen year old nephew and their host Waldo. It was 
a sight worth remembering to see the two men driving their big rods into 
Donna's impossibly wide-stretched loins. Their fucking was becoming faster 
and faster, all three of them grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as 
they obviously neared orgasm. Kay thrilled at seeing Donna's ripely full 
breasts swinging and bounding from the force of two cocks sawing in her 
belly; her young mouth was open, her tongue licking furiously around her red 
lips. She was near, definitely near, and the salacious scene was so 
overwhelming, so wantonly stimulating that Kay felt her own release coming 
upon her with great speed. 

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

"Ooohhh... I'm going to... cuuuuummmm!" 

"Yesss, my darling, yesss! Cum, cum, now... now... NOW!" 

The first white-hot blast struck deep in her sizzling womb, her nephew's 
jerking cock spilling out his super-heated sperm in the depths of her wildly 
rippling cunt. A split-second later Waldo shoved his massively pulsating 
penis down, his groin pushing hard against her thrashing young buttocks, and 
the head buried so deep in her rectum expanded beyond belief to suddenly 
explode out in a wild cataclysm of untamed lust. That was it! She was there 
too! 

"Oooohhh, yesssss! I 'mmmmmm cuuuuuummmmmiiiinnggg!" Her body erupted in a 
shower, of madly spinning sparks at the moment she felt the two hot streams 
of cum shooting into her belly, and she was there! Suddenly she was 
floating, a mass of exquisite sensations wracking her nakedly writhing body. 
Donna rammed back once more on the two hard, foaming cocks, bucking and 
heaving as she rocketed with a passion that only awakened tonight. Her 
rectum sizzled, her entire body quaked with unbounding joy. This was what 
she wanted. Physical pleasure, lusting passion, and her nephew's cock 
pumping his sperm into her as though it would never end. She would never 
stop loving it... never... 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The time had come for Miss Donna Mason to keep her appointment with Mr. 
McGrand. She had been back at work in the store and here she had so much on 
her mind that she had hardly noticed the people in the store. She was sure 
that Mr. McGrand would be giving her a severe lecture on how she had been 
neglecting her fellow employees and her work. But Donna had an idea that she 
might be able to handle Mr. McGrand now. She smiled as she entered his 
office. 

"Miss Mason, please sit down." 

"I can't... I mean no thank you, Mr. McGrand, I'd rather stand." 

"Miss Mason, I don't know what has come over you but your work attitude 
definitely seems to be suffering. And about these phone calls you've been 
getting from characters with strange names like Waldo and Tyke." 

"That's Ike, sir." 

"Miss Mason, you are missing the point." 

"Mr. McGrand, I'll get to the point. I want to suck your cock." 

"You want to WHAT!" gasped Mr. McGrand. 

"I want to suck your cock and milk your cum out of it with my eager, juicy 
cunt." She walked over to the desk and pressed her chest against Mr. 
McGrand's perspiring forehead. 

"I can fulfill your wildest dreams, Mr. McGrand." 

"You can?" he continued to gasp. 

"Yes, I can. And all I need to do it is a mere forty percent raise." 

"But Donna," Mr. McGrand said, trying to catch his breath, "you make good 
money. What do you need a raise for?" 

"Well," Donna began, "there's my new psychiatrist; he's pretty expensive, 
and there's Barry's new nightclub, that's going to cost a bundle, and 
weekends in the desert could get out of hand. Then there's that special 
drink of Waldo's that's fifty dollars per half liter. And then I'll need a 
new wardrobe because Mr. McGrand, you are just mining my blouse, you wicked 
devil." 

After an hour of the wildest fucking Gene McGrand had ever experienced, he 
emerged from the clothes closet and dreamily watched Donna Mason slip her 
tiny bikini panties over the wet fur of her pubic mound. After she was gone 
he thought to himself, I'll be damned if I'll give her that raise. That one 
will do it for free any time I want... 


THE END
