Black Mother
by Peter Jensen
(LLP-483)


Chapter One 

Charline Sutter threw back the covers and crawled out of bed, careful not 
wake her still-sleeping husband, Dan. She stood still for a moment, 
smoothing her hands down over the lush curves of her voluptuous 
coffee-colored body, along her full, firm hips and downwards along the 
womanly curves of her outer thighs. Yes, she told herself, her dark figure 
had plenty of its youthful appeal left, its fully rounded ripeness belying 
the fact that she would be thirty-two years old on her next birthday. 

The young mother walked on tiptoe into the bathroom, where she shed her 
sheer nightgown and studied her mature figure in the full-length mirror on 
the back of the door. No, her breasts showed no signs of aging, their 
mammoth fullness jutting out proudly, berry round and very high and very 
soft, their chocolate brown areolas capping them like candy kisses. Her 
buttocks were full and sensuously curved without being flabby, her legs long 
and well-tapered, her thighs appealingly fleshy without an ounce of extra 
fat. The smooth curve of her ebony, tautly flat belly rushed down unmarred 
to the dark crest of her enticing pubic mound whose softly curling black 
ringlets hid the petal-like lips of her pussy mouth. Yes, she was a 
beautiful, enticing and highly desirable woman, she told herself without 
vanity, and she just couldn't understand why her husband seemed no longer to 
find her as inviting and sexually attractive as he had when they were first 
married. 

Then Charline studied the fine-cut feature of her beautiful face. In spite 
of her sienna-colored skin, her features were classically cut and not in the 
least typically negroid: her nose like a finely sculpted spout under dark 
brown eyes while her lips were sensuously full and rounded over a finely 
honed chin. Her large, liquid eyes were shaped and colored like almonds and, 
at that moment, burned with a simmering sexual desire. Her Afro-styled black 
hair framed her face like an ebony halo, emphasizing the chiseled, beautiful 
features of her lovely face. 

The young wife shook her head, as if to dissipate the rampant desire still 
swirling like a whirlpool through her tortured mind, then slipped into her 
soft, thin bathrobe and her furry slippers before softly stepping out of the 
bathroom and through the bedroom. She closed the door quietly so as not to 
disturb her snoring husband and stood for a long moment, gazing down the 
hallway towards the kitchen where she could hear her son opening and closing 
the pantry doors and drawers. When she entered, she saw him taking a tall 
pitcher of orange juice out of the refrigerator. 

The young mother couldn't help letting her eyes rest on his naked chest, on 
that hairless, muscled, youthful form of her beloved son. Then, her eyes 
traveled lower, over his pajama-clad virile twelve year old legs and the 
masculine young boy-cock that nestled, limp and flaccid, against his young 
thigh. She found her eyes locked there onto his loins and the memories of 
the incident last night invaded her mind like a wild tornado as she reached- 
up into the cupboard for glasses with trembling hands. 

"Morning, Mom!" he chirped, fresh and feeling very potent from his adventure 
with fifteen year old Alice Laver the night before. 

"Good morning, Toby," his mother responded laconically, pouring him a large 
glass of orange juice from the pitcher. 

"Say, that was some party last night, huh, Mom?" he asked enthusiastically. 
"Really neat. And that was sensational punch you made, too. God, I had such 
a good time! Everybody did!" 

Charline found that she couldn't look directly at her handsome, 
light-skinned young son that morning. Too many emotions were swirling 
through her mind as she nodded to him, a great lump in her throat, tears 
beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. Her son! Her Toby! God, she 
remembered when he was a baby, when she and her first husband, a white G.I. 
she had met while serving as a nurse in the army, had looked proudly at 
their son for the first time through the nursery window! Then, images of a 
handsome four year old standing staunchly in a dark blue suit at his 
father's funeral invaded her hazy mind and she recalled how close they had 
become in that first year immediately after they had been left alone and by 
themselves, after her husband had been killed in an automobile accident. She 
remembered, too, carefully dressing the six year old boy in a summer white 
suit, his naked body supple and yielding under her ministrations with his 
little-boy cock dancing, the day she had married Dan Sutter, one of the then 
few successful black free lance graphic designers in Boston. And over the 
years her poignant love for her son had not diminished, not by one iota, 
until last night, until that mind-wrenching discovery last night . .- . 

She and Dan had rented a house at Cape Cod for the summer, so that they 
could all get away from the stifling summer heat of the city if only for two 
months. Toby, of course, had made many young freinds in the three weeks they 
had been established in the little wooden bungelow, his skin the color of 
light copper and looking more like he had simply a well-established sun-tan 
than revealing his negro origins. And when it was discovered by his friends 
and their parents that the Sutter family was, in fact, a black one, not one 
sign of ugly racism had emerged. All in all, until last night it had seemed 
like this would be an entrancing and amusing summer for the entire Sutter 
family. 

But then, about a week before, Toby had asked if he could have a party for 
some of his new-found friends. Charline and Dan had readily agreed, swept up 
by the twelve year old's bubbling enthusiasm. There had been about twenty 
youngsters in all, ranging in age from twelve to fifteen, dancing to the 
loudly blaring music, eating potato chips, drinking punch and even playing 
volleyball over the net in the back yard. Yes, last night's party seemed to 
be an overwhelming success and both Dan and Charline were happy to see their 
son and his friends enjoying themselves so much. 

It was about ten o'clock when, stepping from the living room through the 
French doors into the back yard, Charline suddenly realized that her son was 
not dancing or playing among his guests. Where could he have gone? Was 
something wrong? What had happened to her precious Toby? He was the shining 
light of her life, the object of her most fervent and devoted love and had 
been ever since the day of his birth! If something had happened to him . . . 

The young mother wandered cautiously among the romping children, searching 
every face to find the cherub-like face of her darling son. Then, with a 
sudden wave of relief, she heard his voice as she reached the far back edge 
of the yard. It was coming from behind some dense shubbery ... it was a 
muted voice almost as if he were speaking through a dense cloth . . . the 
young mother stopped dead, frozen in her shoes, as the voice suddenly became 
intelligible. Charline's hand flew to her mouth, a gasp caught in her throat 
and her eyes bulged wide in disbelief. 

"Do you want my cock inside you?" her son's voice echoed through her reeling 
mind. "Do you want me to fuck you, Alice?" 

Alice! That would be fifteen year old Alice Laver, the daughter of their 
next-door neighbors! She was a well-developed young red-haired girl who 
Charline often saw on the beach clad only in the briefest of bikini bathing 
suits, her long wavy hair cascading down over her soft white shoulders like 
a river of fire. Alice Laver and her son, Toby, there behind the bushes, 
together, alone together . . . 

The young mother recoiled, shocked by the panting moans that came now from 
behind the shrubbery. No! It can't be! It can't be Toby. Why, he's just a 
boy . . . he can't. . . just can't be . . . making real man and woman love 
to ... to Alice Laver! He's not old enough! 

The young black mother's first impulse was to confront the child-couple, to 
force them apart, to shame them with the wickedness of their deed! She felt 
a tremendous dryness in her mouth, a helpless contraction in her throat, and 
her hands began to clench and unclench as she listened to the impassioned 
sobs and sighs of the amorous young couple, picturing their naked bodies 
writhing and undulating obscenely against one another. She resisted her 
first impulse to intrude upon their lewd love-making and her next impulse 
was to turn, to run away as fast and far as possible. But this was equally 
impossible for the stunned young mother as she stood transfixed, picturing 
her young son's coppery-skinned, firmly muscled body nakedly next to the 
girl's sun-tanned, nubile one, their tender arms locked around one another, 
their soft young mouths locked in a passion-driven kiss, his virile boy-cock 
impaled in her soft flower-petaled vagina! No, it's too much . . . much too 
much . . . I can't bear it! 

The young black mother threw her hands over her eyes as if to blot out or 
cover up the salacious spectacle behind the bushes when once again her son's 
passion-drenched voice invaded her battered mind. 

"Spread your legs wider, Alice. Wider! That's it ... do you feel that?" 
young Toby said almost breathlessly. 

"Oh, yes, oh yes! Oh, do that to me! Yes, shove your finger into my ass just 
like your wonderful cock is shoved into my cunt," the fifteen year old girl 
cried. 

"Do you like me to fuck you like this?" Toby queried teasingly. 

"Oh, do I ever, Toby-lover!" 

"Like this? With my fingers in your asshole and my prick in your cunt?" 

"Oh, yes! Just like this! Oh, harder! Fuck into me harder! Ummmmmmmm! Oh 
yes! Yeeeessssssmmmmmm!" Alice Laver moaned. 

"Is . . . this . . . more . . . like . . .it?" the young boy asked, 
stammering, gasping for breath. 

" Aaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhhhmmmm!" was the teenage girl's passion-moaned 
reply. 

Charline could feel the sweat now pouring freely over her body, dripping 
down in the darkly mysterious cleavage between her ample breasts like a 
leaky faucet. And down there, between her tightly clenched thighs, her own 
pussy tingled mischieviously, deliciously, alive with a sudden aroused 
desire and seeping with lust-induced moisture. She didn't understand this 
sudden wickedly salacious hunger creeping into her loins, more ardent and 
fervent than any desire she had felt since the early years of her marriage 
to Dan. She felt as if her pure mind was being betrayed by the carnal beast 
in her body and she could do nothing to control its wild rampage through her 
rapaciously eager genitals! 

Without quite being conscious of her own movements, the young mother crept 
forward, slowly, step by step, silently inching closer and closer to the 
lewd tableau until she was leering over the bushes at their nakedly entwined 
bodies. Her eyes bulged even wider now, riveted like a magnet on the sexual 
encounter displayed shamelessly before her eyes, her breath coming in ragged 
spurts. 

Alice Laver, her sculpted young tanned body without one stitch of protective 
clothing, lay sprawled licentiously out on the cool summer grass, her legs 
raised up and encircling the lithe young back of Toby Sutter as he ground 
his dark young hips hungrily against her. He, too, was totally naked, his 
sinuous sepia-toned body glistening with sweat, his firm young buttocks 
thrusting powerfully downward, rhythmically pounding up into the teenage 
girl's rapidly undulating loins. His anxious young lips were locked on her 
breasts and the young mother could see his tongue snaking out to tease 
enticingly erotic circles around the berry-like buds of Alice's firm young 
breasts. Through a foggy haze, Charline heard the soft slapping of their 
eager young bodies meeting and the loud, hot, wet sluicing sounds of Toby'.s 
boy-cock fucking into her steaming vagina over and over again! She could 
see, too, his outstretched middle finger working its hungry way in and out 
of her tightly clenching little rectal passage as her smoothly rounded 
buttocks rocked high up into the air then sank back down again into the soft 
coolness of the grass with each rhythmic undulation of their bodies. On both 
their faces were expressions of rapt ecstasy, their eyes glazed with sublime 
passion, their mouths hanging open with occasional moans spilling out. 

Oh God! Is this my son, my precious, innocent, twelve year old son making 
love like a real man? God, but he looks strong and virile . . . just like 
his father was . . . 

Suddenly she saw Toby withdraw his erectly glistening young cock with a lewd 
wet sucking sound from the impaled young girl's tightly clutching vagina and 
a small gasp escaped the young mother's lips as she took in the full-blown 
size of the boy's desire-swollen young cock. She could not tear her 
fascinated eyes away from it; it was almost as if the rigidly palpitating 
shaft was a magnet from which her eyes could not break away as her mind 
reeled and her knees grew weaker and weaker. My God! Look at it. . . so 
viriley thin and strong for his age. . . God, what's it going to be like 
when he's fully grown? 

It was just in the midst of these lewd thoughts that the young black mother 
heard, as if through a clouded haze, the passion-choked voice of the fifteen 
year old girl. 

"Oh Toby! Please, please . . . don't stop now! God, shove it back up into 
me! Please! Fuck me, hard, Toby!" she cried in agonized pleasure. 

"That's what I like to hear," the twelve year old replied teasingly. "I want 
to be sure you want me to do it to you, you know!" 

"Oh yes, I want you! Yes, I want your cock fucking into me! Yes, please, 
give me your cock -- all of it! Now! Oh, Toby, please!" the girl cried, her 
eyes rolling back in her head, her ruby lips glistening as her tongue ran 
excitedly along them. "Yes, Toby, fuck me now! Fuck me good . . . and hard . 
. . please, fuck into me right now!" 

It was with a savage cry of triumphant satisfaction that Toby ground his 
hips mercilessly downward, driving his pulsing, fire-filled cock between the 
hotly quivering pussy lips of the straining, panting young girl. Once more 
his eagerly hungry lips sucked the satiny-smoothness of her breasts, his 
tongue lashing out to enticingly tease at her pinkly throbbing nipples. In 
and out his hard little male cock plunged time and time again, their two 
nakedly rocking bodies slapping hard against one another, their faces 
contorted with lust, their eyes glazed with enraptured passion. 

Watching this sex-crazed scene began to have a strange, arousing effect on 
the young black mother standing, weak-kneed, close by. Suddenly all control 
was gone from her own body which began to sweat and glow slightly with newly 
awakened passion, with an unholy desire to satisfy her own rampant sexual 
needs. A dim voice in the back of her conscience told her to close her eyes, 
to shut out the nakedly displayed bodies of the two youngsters, to run as 
far and as fast as possible away from this obscene tableau. Their carnal 
passion was triggering her own long subjugated desires which ripped through 
her body now like an uncontrollable forest fire and all rational thought was 
consumed by the roaring flames burning up through her painfully throbbing 
cunt lips. Her left hand now began to slide, almost unconsciously downward, 
slipping unhindered along the flat plane of her sides and across her stomach 
to' her own excited pubic triangle. Without having any conscious awareness 
of what she was doing, Charline began now to rub her hand sensuously along 
the curl-crested mound, back and forth, back and forth through the soft 
material of her light summer dress. Suddenly she could feel the moisture of 
lust slowly seeping down between her quivering thighs, flowing like molten 
lava down between her tremulous pussy lips and soaking her flimsy lacy 
panties. Her other hand now reached the tips of her now feverishly pulsing 
breasts and she felt the turgid nipple leap into vibrant life at her first 
tentative touch. 

The two youngsters were putting on a shameful display of incited lust and 
the young mother watching was doing the same. Their moaning was almost 
incoherent now as her handsome young son and the totally naked girl fucked 
together in wild, salacious abandon on the cool soft summer grass. Now 
Charline's hand reached down to lift up her short dress, bunching it in 
folds and drawing it further and further up the curves of her darkly 
shimmering thighs, finally exposing her darkly forested pubic mound to the 
cool air. Holding the dress bunched thus near her waist, the young mother 
lowered her other hand from her trembling breast and began to rub once again 
at the curl-padded pubic mound, knowing all the while that her act was even 
more shameful and sinful than the impassioned spectacle of her son and the 
young teenage girl fucking so lewdly and licentiously together a few feet 
away. Harder and harder she fingered herself, sending ripples of excited 
lust coursing through her eagerly straining body, her middle finger sliding 
along the soft, wet vaginal lips, seeking out her nervously throbbing 
clitoris and teasing the erect little titties with her fingernail, sending 
new waves of crashing, burning desire ripping through her fevered cunt. Then 
she dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it deeper and deeper up into 
her tightly clasping little vaginal mouth, sliding it in and out, in and out 
while her thumb worked hungrily on her lust-fired clitoris. 

Through the fog of her own abandoned desire the young black mother once 
again heard the impassioned cries of the teenage white girl crash into her 
mind. 

"Oh ... Toby! Oh, do it to me! Oh, Toby . . . fuck me ... harder . . . 
deeper . . . I'm gonna . . . gonna cum . . . any minute . . . yes, fuck me 
harder, lover-boy . . . ooooowwwwwwww!" 

"Ooooowwwwaaaauuuugh!" the young boy chanted in unison with his excitedly 
young cock. 

"Owwwww . . . cum . . . cum inside me, lover . . . yes, cum . . . cum deep 
inside me 

. . . shoot it into my belly . . . please, please 

. . . ooooowwwwwwaaaauuuuuuuh!" Alice begged, her whitely contracting legs 
thrashing madly, locking and unlocking around the boy's copper-toned back. 

As Charline watched the wildly rising rhythm of their youthful fucking, a 
similiar rhythm invaded her own loins. With an eagerly abandoned desire, her 
hand massaged her own wetly seething pussy, her finger now joined by another 
as the two fingers, like an imitation cock, plunged in and out the hot wet 
softness of her flame-licked vaginal flesh, each stroke driving her closer 
and closer to her own blessed a id long-sought orgasm. Her thighs moved 
further and further apart as her eyes remained locked on her son as he began 
emptying his heavily slapping, cum-laden testicles into the wetly steaming 
cuntal flesh of his teenage lover beneath. Faster and faster the virile 
young cock fucked into the white girl's hotly smouldering vaginal cavern, 
while faster and faster the young black mother's plunging fingers fucked up 
into the torrid chamber of her own hungrily devouring cunt. 

" Aaaaauuuugh!" the young boy cried as the full fury of his passion-seared 
cum unleashed like a raging torrent into the wildly spewing vagina of the 
fifteen year old white girl spread nakedly beneath him. 

Likewise, the girl cried out with a savage, animalistic abandon as her own 
climaxing explosion crashed through her with cunt-rippling force and 
convulsed throughout her entire nakedly writhing body. The young mother 
wanted to cry out, too, wanted to scream out the rapture of her own 
climaxing orgasm as its'fire burned through her loins and spiraled through 
her trembling breasts, igniting her inflamed nipples like fireworks at 
midnight. She knew that the finger fucking of herself was wicked and sinful, 
but all of that didn't matter now. All that mattered, all that existed in 
the world was her own raging orgasm, her own carnal satisfaction triggered 
by the lust-incited display of her own precious son and his teenage lover. 

Toby . . . Toby my son . . . cum. . . cum inside me . . . cum inside me, cum 
inside me, cum inside me, cum inside me . . . I want you to come deep inside 
me . . . 

The young mother watched and thought, still transfixed, and standing 
spread-legged on the grass, as her son emptied out the last few spurts of 
his smouldering lust into the passion flowered vaginal canyon of Alice Laver 
and then Charline closed her eyes, her own orgasm leaving her feeling 
drained and exhausted. Slowly, the young black mother sank to her knees and 
gripped her passion-flushed face between her hands as the tears of pain from 
her own husband's neglect slide down her inflamed cheeks. 

What am I doing? What have I done to myself? Why was I driven to this . . . 
watching my own twelve year old son making love to a girl and wishing it 
were me! 

The young black woman, now crying on her knees, could no longer see the 
nakedly sprawled youngsters behind the bushes, but she could still hear 
their satisfied sighs as she stifled a cry of agonized torment in her own 
dry throat and she dared not move for fear of being discovered by her son 
and the young teenage girl. So she merely knelt there for what seemed like a 
long time, her whole body smouldering still with the burning desire that had 
crashed through her loins, her mind consumed by reproaches and 
self-recriminations while her pink, wetly glistening pussy still tingled 
with vibrant, vivid excitement, still inflamed with the lust-driven desire 
that had only been partially quenched moments before. 

God, what is happening to me? Am I going crazy? What in the hell made me 
watch . '. . what made me watch my own son and that . . . that little tramp 
. . . out there on the grass? All the love I have for him, all the trust and 
faith . . . my own little boy . . . oh, damnit! He's not a little boy 
anymore! No, now he's a man, a real man . . . and he has just proved that to 
me, and himself, right before my very eyes! 

Charline heard the young couple stealthily move away from their secret 
passion place behind the bushes but she didn't move. Instead she remained, 
crying desperately into her hands, as her mind wandered to her husband, Dan, 
and how he had neglected her in bed for what seemed like years now. It 
hadn't been that way when they were first married six years before. Then the 
physical act of love-making had been a seductive and provocative experience 
which they had shared nearly every single night. Of course, now that she was 
older she didn't really need to enjoy sex every single night . . . but 
lately they had hardly been enjoying it at all. She did need some loving, 
after all! She was still a passionate and responsive woman -- tonight proved 
that, didn't it? 

And so for the past couple of years, but more especialy within the past six 
months, she had become more and more frustrated, more and more excited by 
the mere thought of the sexual adventures she was being denied by her 
husband. At first she thought he might have found someone else. But then, 
intuitively, she realized that Dan simply wasn't interested in her anymore. 
Not as a woman, anyway. It was almost as if he had become impotent; but the 
doctors he had been to -- three of them -- could find nothing physically 
wrong with him. 

No, the only reasonable explanation was that he had simply lost interest in 
her, even though her body was still lusciously beautiful, voluptuous and 
sensually curved. He was content, at thirty-seven years of age, to survive 
for the rest of his life almost totally without sex! 

Oh, once in a while, maybe eight or ten times a year, he made the effort . . 
. but it was becoming less and less frequent that he actually achieved a 
blessed orgasm. 

The young black woman sighed, a deeply regretful sigh, rose to her feet, 
straightened out her dress with trembling hands, tried to regain her lost 
composure, and slowly walked back towards the house, hoping that she didn't 
look as lost and disheveled as she felt. 

It was past midnight when all the youngsters had left and Charline had 
finished clearing away the empty paper cups and paper plates. Toby had gone 
off to bed and so had Dan shortly before. Her hands still trembled and her 
mind still reeled from her own self-induced orgasm while the churning, 
burning sexual desire still shuddered through her loins, still quavered 
through her lust-moistened vagina almost against her will. 

She hoped that Dan wouldn't be asleep when she reached the bedroom. But she 
hoped to no avail. Immediately upon slipping noiselessly through the bedroom 
doorway, the sound of his regular snoring invaded her ears and her vivid 
hopes for the night collapsed like a deflated balloon. Damn him! Her 
breathing began to come in ragged spurts now, her cunt flowering open with 
more lubricating secretions as her mind drifted like a boat lost at sea 
through an ocean of conflicting emotions and rampaging desires. Quietly, she 
stripped naked and crawled between the sheets, her whole darkly glistening 
body trembling violently, her thoughts a whirlpool of swirling passion. She 
cuddled against the naked body of her husband and her hands reached out to 
softly caress his strong, hair-bristled chest, moving with tender strokes 
across the vast expanse and down over his belly. Her hand, demandingly 
feverish now, slid down provocatively to cup and stroke the softness of his 
sleeping cock and she prayed fervently that she could awaken it to 
throbbing, blood-pounding life, that it would miraculously harden to fuck 
heatedly into the depths of her anxiously burning belly. Her quivering 
fingers squeezed and squeezed his pendulous balls then caressed and 
manipulated his still sleeping cock while her nakedly tingling breasts 
trembled with excited lust. 

"Dan . . . darling . . . Oh, please, Dan," the excited young mother 
murmured, pressing her naked body tightly against his, her lips moving wetly 
along the side of his neck, her tongue swirling out to trace exotically 
exciting circles around his ear while her hot breath blew teasingly into it. 
"Oh, please, Dan! God, how I want you tonight! Oh how I need you now, Dan 
darling!" she whispered passionately as she remembered the hard, 
passionately throbbing little cock of her son from earlier in the evening. 

Her virile young black husband came awake slowly, almost tentatively, his 
strong muscles tensing at the provocative touch of his beautiful young wife. 
He was a well-built, muscular young man and in his youth had been the envy 
of all his friends. In those days there was not a skirt that he didn't chase 
-- and conquer. He had been proudly boastful of his many triumphs . . . but 
lately, he wasn't the man he used to be. Not by a long shot. 

Instinctively he felt for her nakedly aroused young body as he felt his own 
long-dormant desires beginning slowly to creep to life. He felt, too, the 
soft pressure of her searching fingers, those hungry tentacles sweeping over 
his hairy scrotum and his still wilted cock. At first he thought it was a 
dream, a vivid, electric dream . . . but then reality had slowly dawned in 
his mind and he realized that the sensations were caused by his own lovely, 
voluptuous wife, that the pressure was real and that her desire was real as 
well. Just as his mind awakened, he felt the hot wetness of her boiling 
tongue licking provocatively around his ear while her hot hands caressed 
still at his balls and cock. 

Damn, she's hot tonight! She really wants to be fucked! I wonder what caused 
it? 

He lay there between the soft sheets, enjoying the tingling sensations 
produced in his naked body by the sensuous fondling of his voluptuous young 
wife, hoping against hope that he could achieve the elongated hardness they 
both needed and then, ultimately, the mind-crashing orgasm they both 
desperately wanted. Yes, he wanted her, wanted to feel the fully thick 
length of his throbbing cock inside the clutching wetness of her soft cuntal 
flesh, wanted to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before! And his cock 
was beginning to respond to her fingering caresses, slowly beginning to fill 
with blood-pounding life in response to her fervently striving hands and he 
hoped . . . hoped almost beyond hope . . . that this would be the time he 
could finally get it up ... 

He knew very well why he hadn't been able to get it up so many times before, 
why his sensuous wife's ministrations had been fruitless so many times 
before, especially in the last six months. He knew that he was practically 
impotent now because of Toby, because of all the love she lavished on the 
boy. He had been deeply hurt when he first realized that the boy claimed 
more of her attention and affection than he did and he had reacted in the 
only way he knew how: he had withheld his physical love from the woman who 
was withholding the emotional love from him. It was that simple. 

He had tried to talk to Charline about it several times. But each time she 
became extremely defensive, claiming that her love for her son was simply a 
normal mother's love and that she loved her husband very much as well, that 
one love did not preclude the other, that both could and did easily co-exist 
within her mind. And, oddly enough, he knew that she did indeed love him 
very much -- it often glowed in her eyes and on her lovely black lips. But 
still, the young husband couldn't get over the gnawing feeling that her love 
for Toby far outweighed her love for him and the subtle subconscious 
rejection triggered his seeming impotency beyond his conscious control. 

Still, tonight, something seemed to be happening. Slowly, like a flowing 
tide, the vibrant life of incited passion was creeping over his long-dormant 
cock which twitched convulsively beneath her soft manipulations. A slow 
churning began swirling through his balls as she squeezed them, as she 
patiently stroked his penis, wiggling it between her thumb and forefinger, 
as she crooned soft words into his ear while her tongue-tip teased wetly 
around it. He could feel the warm wet juices of her passion seeping from her 
inflamed cunt down onto his thigh and her erectly alive nipples were like 
small throbbing buttons against his chest. 

He turned his face to her and locked his lips hers. Her hotly spearing 
tongue wormed into his open mouth and soon their anxiously ' flicking 
tongues were battling against each other with mock ferocity. It was then 
that his hands reached to the smooth roundness of her hugely throbbing 
breasts and his fingers began to tease and tweak at her dark brown nipple 
buds, which j sprang into new pulsing life beneath his touch, j Then one 
hand swept provocatively down the smooth tautness of her coffee-hued belly 
to the tightly curled hair of her pussy mound and his outstretched middle 
finger slid easily up into the lust-lubricated furrows of her hair-fringed 
cuntal slit. 

Her hips ground up eagerly at him, her breath came in panting, ragged spurts 
and she . groaned softly in salacious abandon. Her hands were still working 
on his prick, which had slowly but inevitably grown to turgid, throbbing 
life beneath her supple fingers and now roared with broiling fire, jerking 
and pulsing with lustcrazed life. The young mother smiled to herself at the 
thought of that virilely hardened cock fucking into the heated depths of her 
impatiently waiting cunt as her hands worked with renewed fury along the hot 
hard length. Tears of joy spilled hotly down her passion-flushed cheeks as 
she continued to madly stroke his elongated, thickly throbbing prick while 
his finger worked its feverish way in and out of her lust-blazing cunt which 
clutched tightly at the invading tentacle. 

With all his long pent-up desire, the young husband loosened his cock from 
the hot grasp of his wife and rolling over between her widespread, coppery 
thighs, fucked it immediately up into her hotly quivering cunt with a 
demonic force. His hips ground eagerly against hers, impaling his 
lust-driven hardness ever further up into the wetly clinging depths of her 
hungrily devouring cuntal cavern. With long strokes, furiously pounding from 
the start, he fucked up into her again and again, fucking into the very 
farthest depths of her hotly flaring cunt without mercy, his prick throbbing 
with blazing desire, his hands still feverishly fondling her nakedly ripe 
breasts as the erectly hardened nipples dug into the palms of his madly 
working hands. 

It was only moments later when his body convulsed and the flame-licked 
passion in his cum-laden balls burst through the full length of his 
statically plunging cock and began to spurt out like molten lava into her 
hungrily clenching cunt. Wave after wave of the scalding white liquid 
crashed against the softly yielding walls of her cunt and splashed back 
against the deepest regions of her open belly as his legs trembled and his 
body jerked with the sublime spasm of his ultimate and final release. It had 
been a long time but he had finally managed to achieve an ecstatic orgasm. 
However, the lovely, darkly curved body splayed out so voluptuously naked 
beneath him had not. 

When it was all over, the young husband slipped his now sperm-drained cock 
out of her still seethingly sucking cunt with a lewd little liquid sound and 
he rolled to the side, exhausted while her naked body still vibrated 
violently with her own frustrated desire. 

"God, I'm sorry . . . babe . . . I'm so sorry," he mumbled. 

"You ought to be," she replied bitterly. 

"Hey, look," the anguished young hus- band replied, "I love you, you know. I 
really do. And I didn't cum so fast on purpose! I mean, I know it's been a 
long time . . . and I know how frustrated you must feel right now . . . but, 
damnit woman, / love you! I ... I ... well, I am sorry about this! What more 
can I say?" 

"Nothing," she replied dryly. "It's OK, Dan. Tomorrow is another night, 
isn't it? Don't worry about me -- just get some sleep. We'll both feel 
better in the morning." 

But the young black wife knew she wouldn't feel any better in the morning. 
Her own deliciously excited pussy still tingled with wrought-up, 
unrestrained desire and now there was no way it could be satisfied, no way 
it could be stimulated and excited to the very end of an erotically 
satisfying orgasm. The hunger of her unsatiated belly kept her awake for a 
long time, long into the dark and lonely night. Her cunt still seethed and 
simmering with liquid desire, her breasts still throbbed simply at the 
memory of Dan's erotic touch . . . and at the memories of what she had seen 
earlier in the evening, behind the bushes in the back yard. 

Damn him! Oh God, I need something . . ." something long and hard and hot 
plunging into my cunt. . . right now! Oh God, what is happening to me? 

The young mother wasn't quite sure the next morning whether the feel of her 
own hands and fingers slipping once more to the softly waiting flesh of her 
cunt was a dream or reality ... 

It was almost as though she were emerging from a thick fog when she realized 
that she was indeed standing in her own kitchen and her son's voice was 
appealing to her. "You all right, mom? Is something wrong?" 

 Chapter Two 

"What's wrong?" the young mother stammered. "No, nothing's wrong, son." 

"But Mom, something is wrong, I can tell! You and Dad didn't . . . fight ... 
or anything, did you?" 

"No, really, son, nothing is wrong." 

"You sure?" 

"Yes, quite sure. Now, sit down and drink your orange juice while I scramble 
some eggs." 

Charline head Dan's footsteps as he entered the kitchen and then she heard 
his weary voice say, "Good morning," but she didn't turn around. It had been 
difficult enough for her to face her son after the salacious tableau she had 
witnessed the night before when his nakedly glistening body had been locked 
and entwined, rocking and writhing, with the equally naked body of their 
white teenage neighbor as she stood there, furiously beatingUhe eggs with 
all her pent up frustration and violently conflicting emotions boiling 
inside of her, a great choking lump came into her throat and tears began to 
drip from the corners of her eyes, slowly, one by one down her flushed 
cheeks. 

Young Toby frowned, disheartened and worried about his mother's obvious 
depression, but he knew better than to press the issue. Besides, his 
triumphant performance of the night before with an older white girl, with 
fifteen year-old Alice Laver, still surged through his mind and raised his 
spirits. Moreover, he was looking forward to an adventurous day with his 
friends. 

"Ok, Mom, whatever you say. Anyway, I'm hungry," he said looking sideways at 
the handsome young man whom he had always considered his father since he had 
hardly known his real one. "Me and Tommy and Larry and Jake are going to the 
beach to watch the dune buggies race over the dunes. Tommy says he knows one 
of the guys and that maybe he'll give us all a ride in his dune buggy after 
the race! Won't that be super?" he asked enthusiastically. "Yeah, super," 
Dan replied with mock joy while his darkly handsome young wife scrambled the 
eggs in the pan, her hands impelled by an outside, frustrated force. 

The young mother's eyes were transfixed as if in a trance on the swirling 
mass within the frying pan ... in her confused and dazed state the 
semi-liquid eggs seemed to be the swirling juices of passion, the scalding 
liquid that gushed forth last night from first her son's and then her 
husband's firebrand cocks, spewing out their steaming liquid deep, deep, 
deeper into the softly clenching walls of female vaginas . . . 

Oh God, I've got to get out of here . . . someplace where I can be alone . . 
. all by myself to sort out my thoughts . . . 

"Yes, darling, that sounds like fun," the young mother said to her son. 
"Meanwhile, here are your eggs. Why don't you get some plates down from the 
cupboard?" 

The darkly beautiful young mother watched as her son walked casually across 
the kitchen and then stretched his long young arms up to get down three 
plates from the shelf. He wore tattered, cut-off blue jeans and no shirt so 
that his smoothly muscled young chest rippled with every movement of his 
strongly lithe body. God, he was a handsome boy! Such fine, clear dark eyes! 
Such a masculine, ruggedly built torso . . . she had to remind herself that 
this boy was only twelve years old, although he was already almost as tall 
as Dan and would probably grow to well over six feet tall by the time he was 
old enough to drive a car! As he walked back she studied the virile muscles 
rippling against the bronze skin of his sturdy thighs and she remembered 
with remorse how those thighs had been locked tightly around by the young 
white girl's nakedly splayed ones . . . 

Abruptly she turned to face her husband and the words came spilling out of 
her mouth almost of their own accord. 

"I'm going to go out," she exclaimed. "I have some shopping to do. And . . . 
and I promised Jean that I'd stop by to help her with a skirt she's making. 
You don't need the car for anything in particular, do you?" 

"No, no, not at all," Dan reassured her, slightly taken aback by her 
abstracted, curtly sharp manner. "I've been meaning to get some work done, 
anyway. And besides, the garden really needs some looking after that I've 
put off for quite some time now. No, you go on. And have a good time, okay?" 

"Okay . . . thanks," the young wife mumbled. 

The breakfast turned out to be a silent and brief one. Toby jumped up the 
minute he had wolfed down the last of his eggs and juice and flew out the 
door to join his friends. Dan and Charline sat silently staring at their 
plates, their fingers tensely gripping the cups of coffee that had each been 
quietly refilled more than once. Both of them turned their heads as Toby 
flew out the door, crying "Bye Mom! Bye Dad! See you later! I won't be back 
for lunch! Bye!" After the strained atmosphere of the kitchen became too 
oppressive, the young mother hastily walked into the bedroom to dress. 
Again, as she had the night before, she stood in front of her full-length 
mirror and studied the voluptuous curves of her still enticingly beautiful 
figure. Her earth-brown breasts jutted out proudly, almost defiantly, capped 
by the darkly protruding nipples. Her waist was still slender, her thighs 
fleshy and full and sumptuously curved, her long legs tapering beautifully 
away from the darkly curled grove of her pubic mound. Yes, it wasn't her 
fault if Dan found it so difficult to become aroused! And it wasn't her 
fault, either, that once aroused he exploded with such premature and 
frustrating force! 

Quickly she gathered her clothes and slipped them over her naked body. She 
chose a short, button-down summer blouse that left her slender midriff 
exposed to the hot summer air and an almost provocatively short skirt that 
covered very little of her sensuously appealing thighs. Slipping sandals 
onto her feet, she quickly collected her things and dashed out of the house 
without pausing to say good-bye to her husband. 

Dan heard the roar of the engine as his wife started the powder-blue sports 
car he had so proudly bought for her over a year earlier, and then he heard 
her backing it over the gravel of the driveway. Soon he could hear the sound 
of the deafening engine fading slowly into the distance and he knew he was 
alone. 

Dan felt like he wanted a drink just then, like he needed a good stiff shot 
of scotch or brandy or something to warm his insides and calm his frayed 
nerves. But he decided against it just as his trembling hand touched the 
latch on the liquor cabinet. No, it was still much too early in the day for 
that sort of thing. Plenty of time later. Plenty of time . . . later. 

He had finished weeding about half of the flower bed when he heard a 
familiar, softly enticing voice behind him. 

"Hi, Mr. Sutter. I see you're . . . working hard!" 

Dan whirled around to see young Alice Laver standing provocatively before 
his eyes, her hip thrust enticingly forward with her crooked arm resting on 
it so that the full tilt of her nubile young breasts surged out against the 
soft, sheer material of her skimpy halter top. Her shorts were so short and 
tight that he could see a few wisps of her flaming red pubic hair escaping 
from- her pubic mound, whose thin, puffy little slit was brazenly outlined 
because of the tightness of her clothes. Her flat mid-section, tanned to a 
deep golden color, was clearly visible and her long equally tanned legs 
tapering to the ground. Her jutting young breasts, though not as full and 
voluptuously ripe yet as Charline's, were nonetheless firmly rounded and 
deliciously appealing to the older man and somehow, mysteriously, every bit 
as sexy as Charline's. Her bright red hair cascaded smoothly over her naked 
shoulders like a melting sun and her eyes sparkled with vitality and youth. 

"Hope I'm not bothering you," she said, smiling, revealing glistening white 
teeth. 

"No . . . not at all ... I ... well, I was just getting to the weeds," the 
young husband stammered. "Uh ... uh ... Toby isn't home just now, Alice." 

"Oh?" the young girl replied. "That's a shame. I was hoping we might . . . 
get together . . . this morning." 

Suddenly the young husband felt his cock give a decided jerk inside his 
pants as the girl approached and brushed her firm young breasts against his 
arm. 

"Well, he went to the beach with some of the boys, I think," the perplexed 
men replied. "To watch some dune buggies or something." 

"Oh . . . well, perhaps I'll wait." 

"Sure, if you want. But I don't think he'll be back until after lunch." 

The girl moved close again, her tender young fingers purposely touching 
Dan's dark naked arms. Her face tilted up provocatively, which triggered a 
distinct tingling shiver that ran up his spine, and his eyes once again 
feasted on the pert young roundness of her appetizingly thrusting breasts. 
Damn, she was a fine looking young girl! He didn't blame his son for being 
intoxicated by her luscious young beauty, her lushly curved young body 
branding itself on the father's brain. 

"Uh . . . can I get you some ginger ale or something?" he said, a sudden 
dryness coming to his throat. Damn, if only she weren't so young ... or if 
only I were younger . . . 

"Sure. And . . . maybe . . . perhaps you could put a little something into 
it ... from the bar?" the young girl said, looking appealingly up at her 
friend's father. 

"But . . . but . . . why, you're much too young," Dan replied, his cock once 
again beginning to dance with feverish life inside his bermuda shorts. 

The young girl now stood close next to him, her hands flat against his 
chest, creeping and crawling up towards his powerfully thick neck, drawing 
enticingly provocative little circles around his charcoal nipples. "No, I'm 
not too young. Not top young at all," she crooned with a captivating smile, 
her eyes glistening with patently sexual desire. "You'd be surprised . . . 
at the things I am definfitely not too young to handle." 

Dan backed up and stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the beautiful and 
aggressive young teenage girl. He had neither the energy nor the desire to 
stop her and he felt a deep flush creeping over his darkly handsome features 
as his eyes once again roamed the voluptuous valleys and summits of her 
provocatively slender young body, taking in the hillocks of her nubile young 
breasts and the crest of her salaciously outlined pubic mound which nestled 
like a secret little meadow between her slowly moving, silky-smooth thighs. 
Again his cock spasmed and then, feeling ashamed of his lewd thoughts and 
desires, he turned towards the house. "I'll he right back. With our drinks. 
Make yourself comfortable," he heard his own voice saying, as if the words 
had been spoken by someone other than himself. 

Jesus, what the hell is happening to me? Christ, I'm old enough to be her 
father! And if that's not enough, here I am hardly able to get it up for my 
own wife and now I've got hot-pants for that little girl! What a dirty old 
man I'm turning out to be! I ought to be ashamed of myself, acting like a 
panting schoolboy! 

But Dan was more embarrassed than ashamed as he carefully measured out a 
small shot of alcohol, then filled the two glasses to the brim with ginger 
ale and ice. The pure animal lust of the young girl still fogged his brain, 
the sight of her erect little nipples beneath the thin material of her short 
summer blouse still clouded his mind and he unconciously ran his tongue 
hungrily over his lips as he walked back outside, a glass full of cold 
liquid held tightly in his hot hands. 

At his first sight of the reclining young girl, his cock jerked convulsively 
inside his pants, instantly driven into erectly throbbing life. He could 
feel the hot blood pumping rigorously through its swollen length and his 
hands gripped so tightly around the glasses that his knuckles turned as 
white as his face! He stopped short, frozen, for a long moment, knowing that 
the girl couldn't see him although he could see her clearly, and then, 
gathering his courage, he stepped forward until he was standing directly 
next to her. 

The fifteen year-old seductress was lying on a beach towel she had spread 
out on the grass. She was stark naked. 

She opened her eyes when she sensed his presence, looked up teasingly at him 
with her cobalt blue eyes, then lazily stretched a hand up to receive her 
drink. 

"What's the matter?" she asked, knowing full well that she had shocked 
Toby's father into near speechlessness. , 

"Listen, you ought to put on your bathing suit, you know," he managed to 
say, his eyes betraying his words by their obviously licentious look. 

"You don't want me to put on my bathing suit and you know it," she replied 
brazenly. "Or else, why is your cock bulging like that?" Her hand slithered 
up to brush against his powerful thighs as she reached for her drink and her 
fingers seemed to scorch his skin through his bermuda shorts. 

He almost dropped both glasses. "Look," he started to admonish her, but 
before he could finish his thought she had interrupted him with her softly 
crooning voice. 

"Look nothing. You want to fuck me -- I know it and you know it," she 
whispered hoarsely. "And you know what? I want you to fuck me, too." Then 
she giggled, a throaty, sensual giggle. "I like older men better, you know. 
Boys become so tiresome after a while." 

The words rippled through Dan's body like a high voltage electric current, 
but the fear and guilt were so strong within his mind that he stepped 
backwards, as though the girl were carrying some dangerously contagious 
disease. The words he wanted to say froze in his throat as his eyes fastened 
on her nakedly sun-tanned young body, on the sensuously rounded mounds of 
her breasts, on the flaming red tendrils of hair on her provocative young 
pubic mound and the pinkly glistening pussy lips that were becoming more and 
more visible through its thin young sparseness as she spread her velvety 
smooth thighs further and further apart. He could see already the hotly 
seeping juices of desire on the soft inner surface of her thighs as a small 
cold sweat broke out on his forehead. 

Damn her! The wanton little bitch! What is she trying to do to me? 

The answer to his question came clearly and suddenly. With one swift 
movement of the young naked teenage girl sat up and stretched out her hands 
to Dan's smouldering groin, unzipping his pants and reaching searching 
fingers in to find his already vibrantly quivering cock. The father gasped 
and sank instantly to his knees and his mind was lashed with a swirling 
frenzy that he could no longer control. His hands reached automatically for 
the softly pliant flesh of her white young breasts while his mouth locked 
onto hers, his tongue lunging out into the warmly moist confines of her 
sweet young mouth. Her eager young hands tenderly massaged the fully erect 
length of his blackly trembling phallus as she returned his passionate kiss, 
her mouth sucking and nibbling on his lust-lashing tongue. He could feel the 
wet droplets of his own seminal fluid seeping from the bulbous head of his 
turgidly throbbing cock as she continued to massage him with well-practiced 
expertise until he felt like his balls were going to explode right then and 
there. 

Later, Dan tried to remember how and when he had taken off his pants -- he 
had been wearing neither shirt nor shoes to begin with. But all he could 
recall was the singsong of her I voice urging him on. "Please, Mr. Sutter, 
God, it's so ... wonderful ... so long and thick ... Oh, I want you to fuck 
me with that big, beautiful cock!" 

"Oh God! Oh God, Alice," was all that; Dan could murmur in response as he 
fell I nakedly across her provocative young body, asf his hands roamed at 
will over the flats andl curves of its naked regions, as his lips first! 
locked on hers, then traveled down her neck and! chest, leaving a trail of 
wet kisses, until they! finally wrapped around the fully luscious skin oft 
her firmly upthrust breasts. His tongue flicked! out now to trace maddening 
circles around heri pink marble nipples and he could feel her entire [ 
whitely shimmering body surge upwards in} erotic response as his hands 
wandered down to search the moistly pulsing canyon of her hungrily yearning 
cunt. As he slipped first one dark finger, then two, into her feverishly 
clasping vaginal tunnel while his thumb played provocatively around her 
erectly pulsing clitoris, I he could hear a gasp catch in her throat and he 
[ could feel her hips begin a madly passionate undulation beneath him. 

" Ooooooowwwwwaaaaaaauuuuugh!" she ( groaned, her legs flying up and out to 
allow his plunging fingers still greater depth in the simmering confines of 
her youthful vaginal vault. Dan's own sexual organ now throbbed mercilessly, 
swollen to its full girth, elongated to its utmost pulsing, blood-pounding 
length as it jerked spasmodically, greedily, eager to be fucking up into the 
warmly moist flesh of her hot little cunt. The young teenage girl thrashed 
and squirmed and writhed madly beneath the expert fingering and wetly erotic 
massaging as Toby's father rolled over on top of her and wedged his own hips 
tightly between her whitely flailing legs. 

"Oh, damn you! Ooooooh!" Dan groaned, rubbing his enormously bloated 
cock-head into her eagerly straining cuntal lips, feeling her vaginal area 
growing wetter and wetter with the moist secretions of her savage lust as 
her curl-fringed young cunt lips parted yielding to welcome his heavily 
invading cock to press up against them. Her firmly rounded young buttocks 
began a desperate rotation, snaking out wider still on either side of his 
muscular black thighs with her legs wide and her calves locked tight against 
the back of his legs. 

Her eyes flew open as she squealed. "Ooooooh, Mr. Sutter! What a cock! God, 
shove it into me! Hard! Yes, fuck me hard, fuck me harder than you've ever 
fucked before!" 

Dan didn't need her encouragement, but her animalistic groans sent new waves 
of savage pleasure crashing through his already lust-driven loins. With all 
the pent-up force of his long-denied sexuality, he thrust his hips 
downwards, battering against her nakedly sweating flesh, and speared his 
rock-hard cock up into the lust-moistened lips of her waiting vagina. He 
heaved forward as he felt his thickly, throbbing cock centered in the tiny 
pulsating mouth and then fucked deeply up into the soft flesh of her vaginal 
cavern, which closed tightly around his heavily invading member. Then, at 
last, with a final forceful thrust, the black father slammed vigorously into 
the warmly yielding flesh until his long hot hardness reached the farthest, 
deepest depths of her hotly quivering belly. 

"Oooooooaaaaaaauugh! Ooooooooo, lover ... do it to me ... yes, fuck me ... 
yes, hard into me ... oooooaaaaaauuuugh!" the fifteen year-old girl cried. 
"Yes, fuck me, daddy! Oh, you fuck so gooooooooood!" 

Her legs now had flailed out to snake around Toby's father's pounding hips 
until they had locked high up around his broad black back, pulling him even 
closer into her wretchedly straining loins. Dan's hands now were working 
into the soft supple skin of her buttocks with such forceful urgency that 
the skin oozed through his fingers like soft butter. His hips drove his 
impassioned rod of blazing cock flesh deep up into the smooth wet flesh of 
her anxiously clenching pussy. Her pliant pussy walls were yielding and 
clenching alternately around it as again and again he impaled his rock-hard 
shaft into her elastically expanding and contracting cunt. He felt like he 
was fucking into the very depths of her heatedly excited belly, to the very 
root of her soft-walled womb, as his pelvis rotated madly over his 
lust-driven rod of impaling flesh. 

"Oh, you're beeeeeeautiful," the teenage girl cried, feeling his heavily 
slapping balls dancing against the nakedness of her smooth-fleshed inner 
thighs until with each heavy plunge they slapped up against the whitely 
upturned cheeks of her buttocks. Again and again the passion-propelled cock 
fucked up into the warmly inviting confines of her eagerly seething cuntal 
flesh, withdrawing far enough to make his thick shaft tease against the 
insides of her vagina with excruciating madness, then in and out and in and 
out again he stroked, her sleekly smooth young buttocks fucking demonically 
back under his kneading hands in matching tempo to her motions, her pelvis 
rotating with abandoned madness to welcome the monstrously plundering prick 
far up between her widespread thighs. 

My God, Dan moaned to himself, what a lay this girl is! Christ, this is one 
girl who was born to fuck and nothing else is needed to justify her 
existence! My God, she not only knows how to turn a guy on, she knows 
exactly what to do about it once he's fired up! 

But it's wrong, I know! All wrong! I'm old enough to be her father! But, 
damn her, it feels so good! 

The young father and husband had no fear of his wife coming home, no fear of 
his son returning prematurely. His only fear at the moment was losing this 
lovely young, summer-tanned teenage girl. Nothing else mattered now except 
the satisfaction of his own acutely building pleasure, the ultimate and 
sublime release of his burning, churning cum as it spilled through his cock 
and on into her straining belly. Yes, she was not much more than a mere 
child . . . but she was performing with the expertise of a ripely mature 
woman! No, Dan didn't care about her age and he didn't care about his age, 
either. All he cared about was giving this experienced young girl the fuck 
of her life, a fuck she would not forget for a long time to come! He'd show 
Charline who was impotent! 

The girl's moist vaginal sheath gripped tightly around his invading, 
rock-hard cock and clamored for more, her soft, wetly clinging vaginal lips 
sucking and milking his plunging cock with demonic desire, with a clasping, 
clenching ruthlessness as his hammering scrotum sacs slapped loudly against 
her alabaster buttocks. She spread her fleshy smooth thighs even wider now, 
inviting every last millimeter of his enormously throbbing cock up into her 
screaming belly as her mouth flew open in a soundless groan and her head 
flailed madly from side to side, her long red hair flailing about like a 
fiery flame. 

"Oooooooh!" she groaned hotly. "I'm . . . gonna . . . cum . . . any . . . 
second . . . now! Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhh!" 

The sound of her lewd words was like the match to the fuse of the older 
man's long pent-up sexual urges. For it was the lewdly encouraging sound of 
her voice that triggered his own mind-wrenching orgasm. He felt the pressure 
exploding in his sperm-filled testicles, burning then like a wild fire 
through the fully jerking length of his hard, deeply impaling cock, and 
finally bursting out into the warmly clenching back wall of her cuntal 
cavern. He was babbling now with mindless ecstasy and the young girl too 
babbled incoherently, urging him through tears of enraptured joy to spill 
every last ounce of his scalding white cum into her desperately straining 
cunt. She kissed his neck and his ears and his eyes as his lust poured hotly 
out of him like a river in flood as she continued to milk his precious semen 
from his thundering rod of flesh with her moistly sucking young pussy. 

It was only moments later that her own blinding orgasm crashed through her 
loins and convulsed her entire nakedly writhing body. The ripple of sublime 
rapture ran in a spasm through her loins, through her frantically milking 
cunt, and up through her quiveringly straining belly and into her 
voluptuously throbbing breasts, seeming to scorch her ruby-red nipples with 
its inflamed ecstasy. She groaned and ground her hips against Dan's, her 
desperately convulsing cunt eager to clasp tightly onto his elongated pole 
of flesh' until the last wave of the sweeping fire had run its course 
through her body. 

"Oh, Daddy, that was sweet," the fire-haired teenage girl moaned at last, 
kissing him with hotly moist lips on the back of his powerful black neck. 
"Oh, yes Daddy, the best I've had in a long, long time. Oh, Daddy, do it to 
me again!" 

"You weren't so bad yourself," Dan mumbled as his strong brown arms 
encircled her naked young nubile body and drew it closer to him. "Not bad at 
all," he repeated, whispering into the flaming red hair close to her ear, 
sending his scalding breath into the sensual orifice. 

His guilt didn't bother him at that moment. It wasn't until later, when his 
eyes actually once again rested on the beautifully formed features of his 
wife's face and body that the shame of what he had done with a fifteen 
year-old girl began to overwhelm him, began to make him feel lecherous and a 
thoroughly immoral character. 

But just then, as his own naked and exhausted body lay there on the cool 
summer grass, the warmly naked body of this young but voluptuous white 
creature cradled within his strong black limbs and frame, he felt 
exhilarated, more excruciatingly joyous than he had felt in a long, long 
time. He wondered vaguely if he would ever -- could ever -- feel so happy 
again! 

 Chapter Three 

Charline Sutter liked to drive her powder-blue sports car, liked the way it 
snugly hugged the road no matter how torturously bent or curved it became, 
no matter what shape or line it took. She enjoyed, too, the feeling of power 
as she carefully steered and shifted gears of the sleek little car as she 
guided it with practiced hands along the narrow Cape Cod road that led from 
her house to the ruggedly sand-duned beach along the cool coastline. 

She pulled the car over near the end of the beach and screeched to a halt. 
She felt like screeching to a halt, her frustrated emotions compelling her 
to behave recklessly and almost frantically. Then the beautiful young black 
woman clambored out with a beach blanket and walked across the hot sands 
with bare feet, strolling casually along the beach until she reached the 
furthest end where there were no j other people. With a great feeling of 
relief, she I sank down on the blanket into the warm j summer sands behind a 
towering, grass-crested j dune where she could see no one and no one could 
see her. 

Her umber-colored hands trembled as she lit a cigarette and she inhaled 
deeply, taking the acrid smoke deep into her lungs. Her mind wandered back 
to the salacious scene in her backyard the night before, to her son's 
copper-colored naked body writhing and straining and plunging against the 
softly naked body of young Alice Laver. What a wanton little whore she was, 
seducing young Toby that way! Her own son, her own innocent little boy, 
behaving like a lust-crazed man, his turgidly throbbing cock pummeling into 
that girl's vagina like a fire-driven piston! 

Her own thighs began to quiver now and she could feel the distinct seeping 
of her own desire-impelled juices flowing down from her already aroused 
young cunt. Tears of frustration began to drip down her flushed cheeks as 
her mind re-played the lewd scene of her son and that wanton teenage girl . 
. . and then the obscene tableau of her own nakedly writhing, straining 
body, eagerly building towards a mind-splattering climax with her own 
husband ... his long hot hardness pumping into her wildly clenching vagina . 
. . and then his premature ejaculation, his dastardly early orgasm that left 
her frustrated and feeling more alone and lonely than she had felt in years 
. . . 

"Charline? Charline, is that you?" a familiar voice invaded her solitary 
reverie. 

Lifting her tear-streaked face slowly, focusing her passion-clouded eyes 
with equal reluctance, the young mother finally recognized the handsomely 
tanned face of Ted Thompson. 

Ted had been married to Marcie Thompson, white friend of Charline's back in 
Boston, but they had been divorced for nearly two years now. He was a 
handsome young man around thirty-five, with the boyish good looks and 
charming impudence of a Hollywood movie star. But, in fact, he was simply a 
very successful real estate salesman who vacationed for several weeks every 
summer in his own cottage near the one which Dan and Charline had rented. He 
had called her, she now remembered, a few weeks before they had left Boston 
to suggest that they all get together one night for dinner and drinks at the 
Cape . . . and now, here he was, standing before her, his tanned and 
muscular young body clad in nothing but a tight-fitting, dark blue bathing 
suit. 

"Charline? Is something wrong? You look like you've been crying," he asked 
solicitously, approaching her with rapid steps. 

"Wrong? No, nothing's wrong," the young black mother replied, turning her 
tear-soaked face to avoid his penetrating, acutely inquisitive glance. 

"Charline, you can't fool me! You look terrible," the young man said 
beseechingly. "Are you sick or something?" 

"Yes, I have a bit of a headache," Charline replied, eager to end his 
ruthless and unwelcome inquisition. 

"No, I've got a feeling it's more than a headache," he persisted, sitting 
down next to her and wrapping one strong supportive arm around her 
shoulders. "Come, you can tell me. What is it -- something the matter at 
home?" 

The young wife nodded convulsively, feeling suddenly very small and very 
alone and very frightened. She liked Ted Thompson . . . but he was certainly 
not one of her more intimate friends, one in whom she could confide with 
confidence. She had always been amused and attracted to his easy-going 
charm, but that was all there had ever been to their relationship. No, she 
simply couldn't confide in a man who was . . . well, practically a stranger! 

"Charline, perhaps you should tell me, whatever it is. Perhaps you'd feel 
better if you get it off your chest, whatever is bothering you," he 
suggested calmly. 

"No, I ... I ... oh, please just go away and leave me alone," she begged, 
the tears once again beginning to flow down her hotly flushed cheeks. 

"Charline, I can't leave you like this! You're too upset. Please, you can 
trust me," he said soothingly. "You can talk to me about it. Honestly you 
can." A slight smile began to form on his lips then as he said, "I'm a very 
trustworthy young fellow, you know, even though I am white!" 

Charline had to smile at the impish quality in his voice with that last 
added remark. 

"There, that's better," he smiled broadly now. 

Her wretchedness and misery began to melt under the young man's persistent 
good humor and good-natured encouragement and she didn't pull away when she 
felt him draw her trembling body closer to his. The faint musky masculine 
fragrance of his cologne invaded her nostrils at once and she willingly 
allowed herself to be pressed closer to his naked chest, and she lowered her 
head there, her beautiful dark face contrasting with his whiteness, and 
wiped away the tears from her face with the back of her hand. 

"Come on now," he smiled down at her, "You'll feel better when you've talked 
about it, I promise -- and I never break a promise, my dear young lady!" he 
laughed. 

Ted Thompson felt the warmly resilient body pressed tightly to his own and 
his nostrils tasted the sweet womanly aroma of her as his eyes studied the 
rounded contours of her breasts which stood revealed by her half-unbuttoned 
blouse, and the darkly mysterious cleavage between them. He felt his blood 
beginning to boil with latent desire and he realized suddenly that this was 
a woman he had wanted for years, wanted practically ever since he had first 
met her nearly six years ago, wanted her now more than any other woman he 
could think of ... but she had always been so cool, so distant before. 

Now, now might be a good opportunity for him if only he played his cards 
right . . . 

He ran his other hand through her hair as he murmured soothingly into her 
ear, "Hey, it's okay, you know. Everything will be fine, you'll see. You can 
trust me." 

And suddenly, the young wife and mother felt as though she really could 
trust him, as though at last she had found a warm, strong, pleasant person 
in whom she could confide her most troubling problems. Perhaps it was his 
soft, reassuring voice . . . perhaps it was simply her own desperate need to 
unburden her guilty conscience and her fevered, fearful imagination. And so 
she told him. All of it, everything from the scene in the back yard with 
Toby and Alice to her later fruitless encounter with Dan, omitting, of 
course, the episode where her own hands brought her to a climaxing orgasm. 
No, she could never tell anyone about that! 

When she had finished, when the tears had at last dried up and flowed no 
longer, Ted pressed her trembling body close to his strongly muscled one, 
stroking her hair gently, whispering encouraging words into her ear. She 
hardly noticed when his hand over her shoulder inconspicuously slipped down 
to cup one of her lusciously ripe young breasts beneath her blouse but over 
her low-cut lacy brassiere. The young wife melted into a kind of lethargic 
torpor as Ted crooned soft and comforting words into her ear, as he told her 
not to think any more about what she had seen in the bushes, not to think 
any more of the frustrations she felt with her darkly handsome young 
husband, told her not to think at all, in fact! And Ted was pleased that his 
words had the desired effect on her, that her mind limply obeyed his 
commands while his eager young hand continued to fondle the satin smoothness 
of her breast, feeling the nipple beneath the thin lacy material surging 
into erectly throbbing life. 

The first faint glimmering of awakening sexual desire began to spiral 
through Charline's body and she was helpless to deny them. Besides, Ted was 
indeed a nice looking and pleasant-mannered young man . . . and there was no 
use denying her own sexuality any longer, just as he was saying ... no use 
at all ... she realized in that one clouded instant that her own sexual 
appetites were stronger than she had ever before imagined . . . 

She was breathing faster now, there was no doubt about it -- he could hear 
it and feel the heat of her breath on his naked, hair-covered young chest. 
Yes, indeed, her body was awakening, blossoming with sexual desire like a 
fragrant young flower . . . 

Charline made no effort to resist as Ted continued to knead the swollen 
mounds of her spongy, pliant flesh, running his thumb now beneath her 
brassiere to tease her erectly throbbing nipple bud, his heart nearly 
pounding out of his chest while his confined cock leapt up like a wild beast 
yearning to be free. She didn't even resist when his hand reached around to 
unfasten the confining brassiere, although her body tensed briefly . . . no, 
she hadn't stopped him yet and in a minute or two she would be totally 
powerless to stop him even if she still wanted to ... 

The young black beauty made a feeble and reluctant effort to bring herself 
to her senses, to pull away from and out of this adulterous situation. She 
told herself that it was wrong and evil and that she was behaving like a 
two-dollar whore. She had never before been unfaithful to her husband . . . 
she had never even thought about being unfaithful before . . . and yet ... 
yet ... somehow it didn't feel wrong! Somehow it felt like the simple 
fulfillment of her own now admittedly strong and fervent sexual desires! Why 
should she deny the fever boiling in her blood, blazing through her already 
seeping vagina, burning like hot coals in her tremulously alive young 
breasts? Why should she deny a part of herself that was as real and as 
important as the air she breathed and the food she ate? Why? Why? Why? 

But the young black woman found no answer. Instead, the hotly boiling blood 
racing through her loins answered her question for her as she felt Ted's 
hand dip deep into the mysteriously dark cleavage between her throbbing, 
trembling breasts, as she felt his fingers deftly unbutton her blouse and 
slip it off of her shoulders along with her brassiere, as she felt his 
warmly eager hands once again dancing and playing and kneading at the 
satin-soft skin? of her pliantly supple breasts. Her body! convulsed and a 
chilling spasm rippled through it as his thumb and forefinger teased 
enticingly around her darkly colored nipple buds, and her hips squirmed with 
aroused passion as she snuggled more tightly against his nakedly virile 
chest, her hot mouth leaving a wet trail ofl heated kisses as it roamed at 
will along the! tightly muscled torso. 

It wasn't long before Ted's hand slipped! away from her nakedly pulsing 
breasts and! began to climb along the smooth inner surfacel of her fleshy 
thighs as his lips locked onto her[-erectly quivering nipples as his hand 
slid slowly,! provocatively, maddeningly along towards the darkly curled 
area of her now hotly waiting cunt-lips. Higher and higher it crawled, 
sending a delicious shiver of impending pleasure crashing through the young 
mother's loins until at last his probing, searching fingers touched the 
silk-encased mound of her pubic triangle nestled between her slowly 
spreading thighs. One finger then pushed the legband of her panties aside 
and, parting the tightly curled pubic tendrils, insinuated itself into the 
wetly trembling passage of Charline's fire-filled cunt, teasing the hardened 
bud of her anxious clitoris, reveling in the feel of her softly elastic 
pussy and the vibrating arousal of her voluptuous young body. 

Charline jackknifed against him as the electric current of rapacious arousal 
ran with a spasmodic ripple through her shamelessly excited young body, her 
whole being seeming to oscillate violently as his finger played teasingly in 
the soft warm folds of her wetly lubricated vaginal flesh. There was no 
thought of stopping him now, not even a remote one and what little 
conscience remained finally succumbed completely to the rampaging desire 
flooding through her now undulating body. Through the boggy mire of 
lust-crazed passion, she heard Ted whisper gently, his hot breath invading 
her ear like molten iron. 

"Let me take your clothes off," he urged passionately. "Let's do this thing 
as nature intended us to, totally naked and totally passionate!" 

She had been, up to now, so grievously sex-starved, that her easily aroused 
sexual appetite completely overwhelmed her to the point where she would have 
done anything Ted asked of her, anything at all. Yes, she would undress for 
him, she would display her nakedness proudly before this virile and handsome 
young man who would fuck his heatedly pulsing cock far up into her eagerly 
steaming vagina until she reached the ultimate and sublime release of 
mind-blowing orgasm! 

"Oh yes," she whimpered, tears of joy now streaming down her passion-flushed 
face. "Yes, take my clothes off! All of them! Every stitch! 

And yours too! I want to be naked and to feel you naked up between my legs! 
Oh, Ted!" 

Ted Thompson was excruciatingly pleased at the passion-crazed tremor in her 
voice and he needed no further encouragement. He guided her silken panties 
down over her lushly full thighs and she lifted her coppery curved buttocks 
to help him with his erotic task. Then, with equal ease, her hips still 
upraised, he slid her skirt likewise down the long, darkly tapering columns 
of her legs until all of her clothes lay in a crumpled heap in the sand, 
joined shortly thereafter by his own brief bathing suit. 

At the sight of his bulging, bloated cock the young black mother gave an 
audible gasp. "My God, Ted!" she exclaimed, the words almost caught in her 
suddenly dry throat. 

"No bad, eh?" he laughed. "Do you have any idea how this cock of mine is 
going to feel worming around up inside your tight little cunt, woman?" 

Her only response was a passionate moan as she parted her wetly glistening 
brown lips and licked them enticingly with her moist tongue. At her flagrant 
invitation, the young man locked his anxious lips onto hers, sending his 
madly impassioned tongue lashing like an angry snake into the warmly moist 
confines of her willing mouth, hovering over her prone and nakedly trembling 
body, letting his fingers slide over the soft supple skin of her quivering 
breasts. She heard him gasp with wanton delight as he kneaded at their 
satiny pliancy, at their hard, so distended nipples, finally tweaking and 
rolling the erect little buds into agonizingly pleasure-filled arousal. 

Soon he unlocked his mouth from her moistly warm one and lowered his blond 
head to her lust-rippling breasts and then she felt his mouth, hot and moist 
and eagerly ovalling around one of them, the tongue flicking from inside to 
tease with excruciating expertise at the already pulsing sprout of her 
sensitive nipple! She groaned again as her hips undulated against him while 
he continued erotically sucking at her tremulously soft tit, his hands then 
traveling down the smooth contours of her naked belly, pausing briefly to 
encircle her exposed navel, then finally reaching their appointed 
destination in the dark forest of her tightly curled pubic mound! 

"Oh God, Ted," she moaned. "Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me, oh 
Ted!" 

"Oh yes I do, baby. I know exactly what I'm doing," he responded, his breath 
coming now in rapid, passionate spurts. "And I know exactly what I'm going 
to do, too!" 

Dreamily the young mother watched as the virile young man once again dropped 
his head to her quivering earth-brown breasts and took first one mound and 
then the other into his wetly salivating mouth, his tongue teasing maddening 
designs around her dark chocolate nipple buds with salacious expertise. 
Licking and sucking like a demon until she wanted to scream out from the 
waves of erotic pleasure surging thrugh her body, she watched as he lowered 
his head still further, leaving a moist hot trail of kisses from her swollen 
breasts down to her navel, j pausing there just as he had done with his I 
fingers to probe into the tiny indentation and j then, just as his eagerly 
searching fingers found their way into the soft furrows of her hair-fringed 
cuntal crevice, his mouth reached the enticing triangle of her undulating 
pubic mound and his tongue raced through the pubic tendrils like a 
firebrand. 

God, he's going to lick and kiss me there! Something I have never even let 
Dan do! Oh but I want it now, more than I have ever wanted anything in my 
whole wretched life! 

"Yes, Ted, oh yes! Oh please, kiss my cunt!" Her voice echoed through her 
mind as if it were the voice of someone else coming from a very great 
distance through a thick, blinding fog. She looked down to see his head 
poised above her hotly grinding pubic mound, his tongue licking lazy circles 
across his lust-moistened lips, his eyes glazed with abandoned passion. He 
used his hand now to spread even further her already invitingly parted 
thighs, his fingers pressing into the softly yielding flesh, his eyes 
feasting on the darkly fluted lips of her soft, eagerly throbbing cuntal 
mouth. 

"Yes, I'll kiss your cunt," he whispered in a hoarse, throaty voice. "I'll 
kiss it and lick it and drive my tongue way up into that soft and yearning 
pussy of yours, don't you worry. Just relax, relax and enjoy it, baby." 

His words sent a strange new ripple of shivering lust chillingly shimmering 
through her nakedly exposed young "black body and no shame attached itself 
to what he was about to do, what she was about to allow him to do to her 
previously unlicked cuntal canal. No shame, no fear, no guilt and no remorse 
spoiled the sublime pleasure of his hotly moist tongue teasing lustful 
designs around her hair-fringed pussy lips. The only thing that mattered now 
was the fiery pressure building in her shamelessly aroused young body, the 
dizzy sublime rapture that tumbled madly through every fiber of her being, 
the fire-filled shocks that shook her loins and her breasts and her belly! 

"Oh please . . . please . . . hurry . . . I -- I can't stand it!" she cried 
in her wildly, insanely, dizzily aroused rapture. 

The words had hardly left her lips when Ted plunged his white face downward, 
his lips crushing into the softly eager lips of her pulsing cunt, his tongue 
parting the warmly yielding flesh and ramming deep into her vaginal cavity 
in a hungrily greedy kiss. He listened with every increasing pleasure to her 
passion-choked sobs and moans as her hips ground frantically up to meet his 
thrusting tongue which lashed and slashed into her, harder and further, as 
her body reacted helplessly with rhythmic lurching, with convulsive rocking 
and writhing. Her hands reached down to clasp into his long blond hair as 
she struggled to bring his face closer into the enticing "vee" between her 
lushly parted black thighs and he continued his wanton, lust-crazed 
tongue-fucking up ino her moistly trembling cuntal slit. 

"Oooooooooooowwwwwwwwweeeeeeeee-ooooooo!" she moaned as his hands slipped 
once more over her quivering belly until they reached the tremulous mounds 
of her breasts, his fingers like hot licking flames as they danced over the 
satiny smooth surfaces. She whined and whimpered and moaned as Ted's deeply 
probing tongue finally emerged to search out the erectly sensitive sprout of 
her pulsing clitoris which first he licked and then grasped sharply between 
his teeth. He held it roughly like that while his tongue swirled and teased 
around it, sending agonizing waves of erotically ecstatic pleasure crashing 
through her nakedly rocking body while her afro-haloed head flailed from 
side to side in total and abandoned passion. Ted opened his mouth wider now, 
moving his slithering tongue downward along the smooth, heatedly moistened 
slit to the hair-fringed opening of her pulsingly inviting vagina. Then, he 
began to orally fuck her, faster and deeper with each new penetrating 
thrust. Hotter and harder into her wetly clasping hole he flicked, listening 
to her incoherent wailing as he swirled and lunged his teasing lingual 
member around the velvet soft interior of the madly pulsing cuntal lips. He 
slipped his hands now beneath her, pushing her thighs out wider and up until 
they draped over his shoulders, the whole of her cunt exposed to his 
lust-glazed gaze as it ground hungrily up into his face, his hands then 
reaching to cup the satin pliancy of her smoothly soft buttocks in both 
hands as his tongue thrust ever farther, ever deeper into the moistly 
clinging cavern. 

"Ooooooooowwwww wwwweeeeeeeeeeeee-ooooooaaaaauuugh!" Charline moaned 
hoarsely, the fire-filled spear lashing into her steaming cunt driving her 
to a frenzy of madly crazed desire. 

Suddenly, the tongue was gone. Her hotly seeping vagina was empty as the 
cool air rushed in between her shamefully parted legs. Her eyes flew open 
and her cries of despair and abandoned passion were caught in her throat. 

"Don't worry, baby," Ted crooned, lifting his head, the wet juices of her 
passion still clinging to his lips and face. "Don't worry, it's not over 
yet. Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby, like you've never been fucked before. Are 
you ready for the fuck of your life?" 

"Oh Ted, yes, yes, please hurry! Yes, fuck me! Oh, fuck me good, fuck me 
hard!" Again the strange distant voice reverberated around Charline's 
fevered brain and with a sudden clarity she realized that her words were 
almost exactly the same as those used last night by that shameless little 
hussy, Alice Laver. But somehow, they didn't seem so obscene, so 
disgustingly depraved now . . . not at all! Th[ words came as naturally and 
as spontaneously as the desires that inspired them and Charline saw no shame 
in them at all. 

The young black woman was so busy with her revelation that she hardly felt 
Ted Thompson adjust himself so that now he was hovering nakedly over her own 
naked body, his rigidly erect cock poised like a hungry panther over the 
soft wet curls of her pubic mound. And then, almost without warning, its 
bulbous bloated head parted the soft flesh of her moistlyl waiting cunt 
lips and fucked madly into her warmly yielding vaginal tunnel. The young 
woman had never felt so completely and agonizingly filled in all her life! 
It was like an enormously throbbing presence down there between her 
shamelessly parted milk-chocolate thighs, ripping her vagina into shreds as 
speared without mercy deep up into her! gratefully quivering belly. There 
wasn't one! ridge of the white, rock-hard cock that she| couldn't feel 
sheathed tightly up inside her eagerly clinging cunt walls and she reveled 
in the painful pleasure of its cruel invasion. 

Oh God! I wish I could hate myself but it feels much too good, like it was 
made fot nothing else except to be buried inside my belly! 

 Chapter Four 

"Tell me, how does it feel, Charline baby?" Ted asked, pausing with his 
rock-hard organ buried deep into the quivering vagina of the young black 
mother. "Tell me how my cock feels inside your cunt!" 

"Oh Ted, it feels ... so good . . . wonderful ... I ... I ... oh, please, 
fuck me good with your cock!" she panted, her breasts shaking like mounds of 
quivering gelatin beneath the smiling man. She knew, of course, that her 
admission meant total surrender, that there would now be no escaping ever, 
that her own hearty sexual appetite would never leave her in peace again. 
But she couldn't help herself, couldn't deny any longer the greedy hunger in 
her cunt that was driving her to complete and irrevocable sexual abandon. 
She knew it, and she knew that Ted knew it, too. But nothing else mattered 
now except that mammoth, pulsing cock flexing deep up inside her soft-walled 
cunt. 

"That's what I like to hear," he laughed. "Tell me again. Tell me again how 
my cock feels in your happy little cunt!" 

"Oooooh! It feels . . . sooooooo gooood It ... feels . . . wonderful . . . 
wonderful . ., I want it, need it ... Oh, please, Ted, fuck me Fuck me now! 
Fuck me hard!" she gasped struggling for breath, the tears pouring like a 
raging river from her eyes. No, she would never be the same now. Her mind 
had lost control am from now on it would be her body with its gargantuan 
sexual appetites that would rule her behavior. The words "fuck me" echoed 
through her lust-contorted mind to remind her of hei fateful surrender to 
the fiery, fleshy instrumem buried deep in her seething, steaming cunt. 

Ted Thompson, a very experienced man, could sense the complete and 
unrestrained capitulation now and, clamping his wet mouth tightly over hers, 
he began a slow, lewd little fucking motion with his powerful young thighs, 
He could feel the tight, narrow corridor of her cunt slowly yield, slowly 
widen with each short, smooth stroke as she groaned in passionate and 
helpless surrender beneath his muscular naked body. 

Before I'm through with her, she'll be nothing more than a squealing, 
helpless, ray and seething mass of burning desire! I don't know why her 
husband ignores her, but this is one man who is going to take full advantage 
oj her sexual appetites! And why not? I'll be here for a whole month ... and 
then, after the summer, back in Boston . . . well, who knows what might 
happen? This could very well be the start of something . . . quite 
extraordinary! 

As Ted's powerful male cock flexed inside her simmering, lust-moistened 
cunt, Charline's body began an automatic and rhythmic undulation and a new 
thrilling chill raced ud and down her spine. Yes, this was forbidden love, a 
forbidden and immoral act she was performing, but she didn't care. The fact 
that such amorous liaisons were forbidden only made it all the more 
exciting, all the more salaciously appealing to the young black mother. She 
had succumbed completely to her lewd and wanton desires and nothing mattered 
now except their satisfaction! Nothing! Nothing else mattered! 

Charline groaned invitingly and lashed herr tongue out to greet Ted's 
lunging lingual member as her eyes opened wide and rolled from side to side 
while deep grumbling groans rolled up from her parched throat. Her hands 
reached around first to dig into the sweating flesh of his back and then 
moved up to trace teasing designs around his ears and the nape of his neck. 
She wanted him now, wanted his enormously pulsing cock plunging deep into 
the warmly soft interior of her cunt, wanted him to fuck her with all his 
might like she had never been fucked before. 

Ted responded to her unspoken invitation by reaching his own hands around 
her sides then sliding them down to the softly yielding flesh of her rounded 
buttocks, moving the supple globes, one in each powerful hand, and her 
earth-brown flesh oozed hotly around his ever-tightening finger. His hands 
pulled her groin haFder into his and her legs voluntarily spread wider on 
either side of his impaling rod of rock-hard flesh and trembled in 
uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed now as her tongue slithered and 
pushed up into his throat as hoarse grumbling sounds rumbled around in her 
throat. She clenched her fleshy thighs and the moistly warm hole of her cunt 
flowered open in exotic invitation to receive still more of his spearing 
cock to greater and greater depths. She writhed her voluptuous black body 
sensuously beneath him and there vas no longer any thought in her mind 
except the excruciating pleasure of having this lust-bloated, granite-hard 
pole of hot male flesh fucking obscenely up into the soft, petal-like 
opening between her willingly spread thighs. 

Her young ex-neighbor slaved above her rocking naked body, moving then into 
longer, smoother strokes which brought his enormously elongated cock almost 
all the way out of her wetly clasping vagina on the outstroke and then 
thrusting forward up into her lasciviously uplifted buttocks again on the 
downstroke until he could feel the harsh slap of his sperm-bloated balls 
against the unprotected crevice of her rectum. He smiled with licentious 
delight as he slid his fingers down from her smooth curved buttocks to roam 
freely over the tight skin of her slowly grinding ass until they found the 
small puckered ring of her exposed anus cradled defenselessly below. It was 
soft and warm and tightly clenched and he could feel it work against the tip 
of his outstretched middle finger. 

He didn't wait long, didn't tease her tiny rectal opening for more than a 
few brief moments. With one quick motion he pushed it into the soft, rubbery 
flesh which yielded with some reluctance to his lewd assault. 

"Owwwww!" Charline gasped, the soudn tumbling from her lips in painful, 
surprised protest. 

"Shhhhh, baby, it's gonna be okay. Believe me, you're gonna love this after 
you get used to it," Ted urged, still working his finger up into the tiny 
virginal orifice. Now he thrust again, working his outstretched finger 
further inside the tightly cringing hole, stretching the resilient softness 
wider and wider as his finger persistently ground into her rectal passage. 

"Aaaaooowww!" the young black mother cried, groaning louder in useless 
protest. But there was no relief, no easing of the terribly painful pressure 
in her obscenely invaded asshole. Instead Ted ground his finger up clear to 
the second knuckle and painful little yelps from deep in the base of her 
throat accompanied his wicked work. But then, after a few moments, after his 
finger had resided momentarily in her voraciously clenching hole, her 
whimpers of pain slowly dissolved into whines of agonized pleasure as her 
anus slowly flared wider up and became accustomed to the strange, unnatural 
invasion. 

There was a newly triumphant smile on his lips, still locked passionately to 
hers, as the young man felt her grind her asscheeks invitingly back onto his 
lewdly screwing finger as. he probed methodically into the warm dark depths 
of her tight little rectal passage. She was hopelessly, defenselessly 
impaled now between | his rock-hard, rapaciously lunging cock in her hotly 
burning vagina and his outstretched middle finger thrust tightly into her 
now | pleasure-filled anus. Crying and groaning and moaning now beneath his 
twin-assault, the young black mother began twisting and squealing in 
rapturous, mindless ecstasy at this double ravishment of her eagerly 
straining loins, i 

His other hand now slid up slowly from the softly tremulous orbs of her 
buttocks and around to where his lust-driven penis was fucking smoothly in 
and out of her flame-licked cunt, feeling the soft, hair-lined folds of her 
dark cuntal lips clasping tightly around his pistoning penis and he could 
sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, jack-hammer 
thrust into her quivering cunt. 

His hungry fingers lingered there, playing [ erotically with the hotly 
contracting lips of her greedily working cunt where he fucked her, bringing 
still more sighs of distracted and abandoned lust from deep within her 
throat. At the same time he could feel the ever-widening passage of her 
vagina anxiously swallow the whole of his enormously hardened rod of 
masculine cock flesh. He knew he couldn't ask for more! And he also knew 
that he had never fucked such a fire-filled cunt before in all his years of 
erotic experience. 

The young sun-tanned man quickened his thrusts now, hotly plunging as deep 
and as hard as he could while Charline thrashed wildly beneath his voracious 
onslaught. She was rapidly approaching her own blessed climax; he could feel 
it as her coffee-colored legs and thighs jerked wide and up and out. Ripping 
his anxiously thrusting finger from her voraciously clenching rectal canal 
with a quick, wet sucking sound, he pressed his eager hands behind her 
knees, pushing them back up over and hard down on either side of her naked 
shoulders. Her blackly glimmering body was bent double now and the full 
plane of her moistly spread loins was splayed wide now to the pile-driving 
thrusts of his heavily plunging cock as he fucked brutally into the greedily 
clasping cunt of the young black mother. 

" Aaaauuugggh! Oooooaaaawwwwooo!" the young woman cried in sheer agonized 
delight, her beautiful face a contorted mask of sublime rapture. Her breasts 
heaved and danced and quivered against the pressure of his muscular, 
hair-covered chest, her lust-hardened nipples digging into his chest. 

Ted grunted and groaned and mewled with erotically sublime pleasure as he 
fucked into her now faster, harder, deeper, so that his cock each time 
battered against the deepest recesses of her warmly willing womb. 

"Oooooh! Ted! God, I'm . . . cumming . . . cummmmmmming!" the young mother 
screamed like a wildly crazed animal. "Oh . . . god . . . harder . . . 
harder! I'm cumming!" 

Her cunt opened around his ramming cock like a flower in bloom and warm 
flows of hot wet liquid flooded around his impaling instrument. He thrust 
deeper, faster, harder now, wanting her to have the fuck of her life that he 
had promised, wanting to leave her panting hungrily for more. Her blackly 
glistening body jerked upwards toward him several times, a sublime ripple of 
spasmodic pleasure crashing through her loins as her cunt worked and sucked 
at his thrusting cock as though trying to milk it totally dry. Her breath 
came now in short, desperate gasps and then Ted's own wildly abandoned 
spiral began, and he too reached the brink of blinding ecstasy, his own 
orgasm burning from his cum-laden balls through his firebrand prick like a 
roaring inferno. 

Hot, white, scalding cum raced the length of his elongated, wildly jerking 
prick and splashed into the warmly moist regions of her craving cunt, his 
own lust-powered juices mingling with hers inside her cunt, a hotly pooling 
joy and passion which Charlene hadn't felt for such a very long time! Bright 
explosions of light seemed to flash in the back of her mind while her cunt 
strained to suck out every last ounce of the scalding passion-spurting 
liquid spewing madly into her belly. 

After it was all over, after the summit had been conquered and her sexual 
desires satiated, Charlene's legs went limp and fell out to the sides, 
obscenely splayed on either side of Ted's still heaving, convulsing body. 
Her heart pounded in her chest with great thumping force, causing her 
coppery breasts to quiver sensuously on her chest while her naked body, 
glistening with the sweat of her rigorous effort, smouldered with the warm 
afterglow of satisfaction. Tears of excruciating joy still lingered on her 
passion-flushed cheeks as she turned to face her seducer. 

Suddenly now the guilt of her illicit liaison began to seep into her still 
lust-clouded mind. What had she done? How had she come to this? What had 
happened to incite her lust until she no longer had any control over her own 
body? How could she have so shamefully betrayed her husband with this other 
man who was practically a stranger to her? Would she ever be able to 
compensate for the way her own abandoned desires had overruled her reason 
and her resistance? And would she, from now on, always be at the mercy of 
her own sexual passions? What was to become of her now? 

"Well, how do you feel now?" Ted asked, smiling down at his conquest. "Was 
that the best fuck you've had in years?" 

"Yes, Ted, it was. It really was," the young woman answered, still gnawed by 
her creeping guilt. His now deflated cock still rested inside her warmly 
soft cunt and she twisted now to extricate the impaling instrument from her 
womb. She felt the stickiness beneath her and her soaked pubic hair was 
matted to her jutting pubic mound as she slowly rolled away from her 
handsome, sun-tanned white seducer. She would have liked to blame him for 
what had happened, but her own abandoned conduct would not allow that. No, 
it was as much her fault as his, perhaps more so. She had, really, only her 
own fervent carnal desires to blame and she wondered, vaguely, if she could 
ever forgive herself ... if Dan would ever forgive her . . . could she tell 
him? 

She dressed silently while the happy young man smiled up at her voluptuously 
displayed body, his eyes locked on the ripe fullness of her globular breasts 
until at last she fastened her brassiere and buttoned her short blouse to 
hide them from his frankly salacious stare. She smoothed her skirt with 
trembling fingers and turned to Ted. Her eyes wavered, not daring to look 
him square in the eye, and her head hung down in confused shame. Downcast, 
licking her parched lips with the tip of her tongue, the plagued young 
mother asked with some hesitation, "Ted ... I ... I wish you wouldn't say 
anything . . . about this ... to anyone." 

Ted seemed like the soul of discretion, of compassion as he looked softly 
into her eyes while he held her chin in his strong young hand. "Don't worry, 
Charlene. Don't worry at all." 

The young mother drove home in absolute silence, not even turning on the car 
radio. She was by now wracked with burning guilt, her mind a confused muddle 
of conflicting emotions, her now recognized sexual appetites battling 
against her conscience, her better judgement, her love for her husband. 

God, how could I have succumbed so shamelessly to a man who is practically a 
stranger to me? Oh, Dan, oh Dan! I do love you so, I really do! 

When she pulled into the driveway of their summer bungalow, Charline's only 
thought was to scramble into the house and into a nice, refreshing shower 
before Dan saw her, before he saw the crumpled state of her hair and 
clothing. Like a thief in the night, she tiptoed across the front yard and 
slowly opened the front door, peering around it to see if anyone was in the 
house. No, it looked empty . . . not a sound . . . nothing moving except a 
couple of flies. Good . . . I'll just dash into the bathroom . . . 

The young black mother was half-way across the broad living room when she 
heard some distinctly strange sounds coming into the house . . . from the 
backyard . . . through the open kitchen window . . . distinctive, sexual 
sounds . . . moaning and groaning of agonized pleasure . . . she recognized 
the lust-impelled sounds immediately and crept silently towards the kitchen 
window. 

What she saw through that window caused her eyes to open wide in horrified 
shock and her muscles to tense all over her recently well-fucked body. Her 
husband Dan, nakedly writhing in frantically aroused sexual abandon over 
some nakedly thrashing white female whom Charline could not recognize . . . 
couldn't see her face . . . but there they were, his hips thrusting madly 
forward into her loins, her whitely contrasting legs spread wide and locked 
tightly up around his back, her hands digging hungrily into his back and 
shoulders as he pounded forward with a fevered frenzy again and again and 
again. 

She felt her knees turn to molasses when their words invaded her ears and 
slowly penetrated her dazed consciousness. "Oh Daddy, that was sweet . . . 
Oh yes, Daddy, the best I've had in a long, long time. Oh, Daddy, do it to 
me again!" Through her shock-clouded, tear-soaked eyes the young mother 
could see that they were now collapsed against one another, their naked 
bodies lewdly entwined and obscenely sweating, his dark chocolate skin next 
to her creamy bronzed young flesh. 

"You weren't so bad yourself," her husband's voice rang through her tortured 
mind. 

Alice! That is Alice Laver out there! With my husband! With my Dan! Oh god, 
what is happening! First me . . . now Dan! Damn him! He can't get hard for 
me . . . and now he has just fucked the life out of that horrid little 
creature who last night seduced my precious little boy! The same man who 
couldn 't be a man for me last night has now succumbed to the brazen 
advances of my own son's teenage girlfriend! No! No! It just can't be! This 
just can't be happening to me ... to us! 

All the way home in the speedy little sports car, Charline Sutter had been 
wracked by guilt, perplexed and dazed by her own newly-discovered sexual 
appetitites which she didn't know how to control. Her first thoughts had 
been of her husband, of the man she loved and yet had betrayed. And now, now 
this! Now to discover this man wrapped obscenely in the arms of a teenage 
witch. The man whose feelings she had been so deeply worried about . . . 
this same man could openly, brazenly betray her with a teenage simp like 
Alice Laver? Oh, how could he! How could he! 

Suddenly, the young wife's despair turned to slowly simmering anger. Now she 
was glad, overjoyed about what she had done with Ted Thompson! Now she felt 
that her adventure with Ted on the lovely deserted beach was a thoroughly 
justified retribution for the shameful performance of her faithless husband 
there in the backyard with that teenage whore, Alice Laver. Yes, it was only 
simple justice, after all! What's more, she would see Ted now just as often 
as she pleased! Two could play the same game, she told herself ruefully. 
Yes, indeed, two could certainly play the very same game! 

With trembling limbs the young mother dashed into the bedroom, threw off her 
clothes and jumped into the shower to wash away the sand and the guilt. 

Charline Sutter took a long time beneath the prickling jets of water in the 
shower. By then her anger had cooled and she realized it would be with great 
difficulty that she would have to face both her husband and her soon sooner 
than later. She dressed equally slowly, growing ever more reluctant to 
emerge to face the two men who had betrayed her faith and trust with the 
same teenage girl! 

With quivering steps the young black mother walked from the bedroom into the 
living room. In the dining area she saw Toby and Alice sitting at the round 
oak table, some playing cards held tightly in their hands and scattered on 
the table. There was her own sweet, boyish son, his muscular young legs 
hooked around the legs of the chair, concentrating with all his power on the 
cards in his hand, contemplating his next move. Across from him, her long 
flaming red hair cascading like sparkling fire down her back, sat pert Alice 
Laver, her head also bent over in thoughtful concentration. Damn her! Damn 
the little vixen and her incredibly skimpy halter and her much too tight, 
much too short shorts! The damned little prick teaser who wasn't satisfied 
with Toby! No, she had to seduce his step-father as well, the little . . . 

"Mom? Mom, are you okay?" Toby's youthful voice invaded Charline's madly 
swirling, dizzying thoughts. "Is something wrong?" 

"Wrong? Wrong? No, nothing's wrong," the startled young mother replied. 

"Are you sure, Mom? You look like you've just seen a ghost or something," he 
asked solicituously. 

"Yes, I'm quite sure," she replied almost sharply. "Do you know where your 
father is?" 

"Yeah. Outside working on the garden. Alice came over before I got home and 
she was sunbathing out there while Dad was working." 

"Oh? Is that so?" Charline replied, trying desperately to hide the bitter 
frustration and anger in her voice. "Well, I hope he didn't strain himself 
too much. After all, he's got to finish that architectural design for Mr. 
Morgan by day after tomorrow." With those words the young mother walked over 
to the bar and poured herself a generous shot of warm, soothing brandy and 
gulped it down in one hungry swallow. Toby and Alice had immediately gone
 back to their game of cards while Charline wandered over to the kitchen 
window, the re-filled glass in her hand, and stared out at the figure of her 
husband kneeling over the flower beds. She knew that it wouldn't take very 
much provocation for her to lose her composure altogether once confronted 
face-to-face by her errant young husband and she fervently hoped that the 
warmly soothing brandy would help her stay calm. 

But she didn't. The minute her darkly handsome young husband came back into 
the house a moment later, she felt her knees grow weak and her mind grow 
dizzy and dazed and confused by her conflicting emotions of jealousy and 
guilt. Dan walked past her, opened the door of the refrigerator, took out a 
can of beer, popped open the top, then turned to his trembling, fearful wife 
and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. 

"Hi, darling. Have a nice day?" he asked cheerfully. 

Charline didn't trust herself to speak for a moment and only nodded her 
head, running he tremulous hand through her halo of afro-styled hair. She 
didn't know whether it was the brandy or the powerful emotions battling 
within her tortured mind, but suddenly she felt dizzy and weak and ill. "I 
... I ... no, I didn't. I don't feel too well. I ... I think I'll go take a 
nap. Excuse me," she blurted, dashing off to the bedroom and closing the 
door with a loud slam. 

A few minutes later she heard the sound of footsteps and Dan's concerned 
voice coming through the door. "Babe? Babe, you okay? Can I get you 
anything?" 

"No, nothing," she snapped more abruptly than she had meant to. "Nothing at 
all. Please, go away and leave me alone. That's all I want, to be left 
alone." 

"Well . . . okay," her young husband replied reluctantly. "Okay, but if you 
change your mind ... if you need anything . . . I'll be here." 

And then she heard his footsteps slowly retreating away. 

"Mom okay?" Toby asked his father when he came slowly walking back into the 
living room, his head downcast, his steps slow and shuffling. 

"What? I don't know," Dan replied, shaking his head. "I guess she just needs 
some rest, that's all." 

"Sure, I guess so," Toby volunteered. Then, trying to bring his father out 
of his stupor and apparent dejection, he continued, "Say, Dad, why don't you 
play a game of cards with us? Please? It's a lot more fun with three people, 
isn't it Alice?" 

"Oh yes," the voluptuously appealing young teenage girl replied. "Yes, 
please play with us, Mr. Sutter!" 

Dan snapped his head towards her when she uttered the words, "Mr. Sutter". 
How can Id down and play cards with her when I've jui spent the better part 
of the day fucking her outside? Goddamn! Suppose someone had seen Us? 
Suppose we had been discovered? I must have been out of my head! 

Nevertheless, because he didn't want his son to become suspicious, Dan 
Sutter sat down at the round dining table but tried to avoid looking 
directly at the young seductress, Alice Laver. He felt, though, an 
involuntary rush of blood crashing through his loins at the memorj of the 
girl's nubile young sun-tanned body arching to meet his long hard 
penetrating phallic thrusts. Damn, what's the use of kiddini myself? All she 
had to do is look at me and I'i drop my pants and fuck her again in a 
minute! He felt his prick give a convulsive leap inside his shorts as he 
slowly raised his eyes to meet hers, which shone in open invitation and 
pleasure at the father of her twelve year old boyfriend. 

Yes, he was a man who had always believed that sex was a beautiful sharing 
between two people who loved each other and that promiscuous sex was a 
wicked perversion of that purpose. Yet . . . yet ... he loved his wife! He 
loved her very much, he realized now, and still their relationship had been 
eroded to the point where they could no longer enjoy sexual rapture 
together! He had thought, for a long time, that there might be something 
wrong with him . . . especially last night . . . but then, this morning! He 
had fucked like a crazed animal into a young teenage girl, like the man he 
used to be ten years ago! Furthermore, she wasn't even a girl that he really 
liked, much less loved! Why, he hardly knew her! Still, his lust rose in him 
like a tormented beast every time he so much as looked at her, awakening the 
latent lust in his trembling cock that he had believed was no longer there! 

With agonizing honesty, the handsome young black father admitted to himself 
that he would indeed fuck Alice Laver again any time she wanted him to, any 
time she would let him. Sitting there at the table with her, watching the 
even rise and fall of her sensuous young breasts as she breathed, seeing the 
creamy smoothness of her sun-tanned skin, looking at the quickly darting 
tongue licking hungrily around her lips ... yes, he would fuck her again! 
Again and again! There was no escape for him -- no, no escape from his 
long-denied desires that were now overwhelming his conscience like a tidal 
wave! She was like a magnet that could draw him irrevocably and cling to him 
tenaciously, no matter what his mind told him to do, no matter what he tried 
to do to stop himself! 

But then, he didn't really try to stop himself as he sat with his eyes 
locked on the exposed soft flesh of her tenderly young nubile breasts . . . 

 Chapter Five 

Charline Sutter didn't sleep well that night. She awakened with a terrible, 
piercing scream which had even awakened her sleeping husband, Dan. He had 
asked with some concern about her nightmare, had persisted in trying to get 
her to talk about it, but she had been unable to look him in the eye and in 
the end they both went back to sleep, restlessly tossing and turning for the 
remainder of the night. 

Charline awoke around six when Dan crawled cautiously out of bed. He and 
Toby had planned to get an early start that morning on their long-delayed 
fishing trip and Charline was secretly glad they had picked that particular 
day to go. She wanted to be alone, needed to be alone to sort out her 
violently conflicting emotions and experiences of the day before. She lay 
there as Dan quietly showered and dressed, studying the darkly handsome 
outlines of his muscular young body in the semi-darkness while he slipped on 
his shirt and pants. Yes, he was a handsomely attractive man and she did 
love him . . . but, at the same time, she was still angry and hurt over 
seeing him locked nakedly together with that white girl . . . with that 
horrid young Alice Laver creature ... a girl young enough to be his 
daughter! 

So the young mother lay there, a prisoner of her own torment and pain. She 
dreaded facing the new day, dreaded later on having to face her husband and 
son again, the two most important men in her life who had so recklessly 
betrayed her love for them! Oh, how could she ever forgive them? More 
important, how could she ever forgive herself for her shameful conduct with 
Ted Thompson? 

At last, long after the sun had risen, the young black mother crawled lazily 
out from between the soft sheets. When she had stripped off the nightie, she 
stood studiously examining her lovely, curvaceously voluptuous figure in the 
full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. It was strange, she thought, 
that she didn't look any different! Here she was, a woman who had first 
spied like a criminal on the sexual escapade of her twelve year old son . . 
. who had then shamefully finger-fucked herself to a climaxing orgasm . . . 
and who had then, in the culminating act of infamy, entered into an 
adulterous liaison with the former husband of one of her closest friends! 
And yet ... she looked like the same woman she was two days before! Somehow, 
vaguely, she half-expected to see some sort of telling mark burned into her 
soft, dusky-brown flesh . . . but there was no mark, no visible evidence of 
her treachery and deceit! 

She stared at her voluptuously curved breasts, their firm, uplifted perfect 
gracefulness reminding her of how Ted had made them quiver and vibrate with 
abandoned passion just the afternoon before! Yes, he had awakened her 
long-dormant sexual appetite, there was no use denying that. God, she had 
practically begged him to thrust that mammoth, lust-hardened pole of flesh 
into her cock-hungry cunt -- and she had liked it when he did! 

Suddenly, the young mother felt as though she were living in a nightmare, a 
strange make-believe fantasyland where every living creature was a threat, 
where every thing was a menacing monster who could and would devour her on 
sight! She had never felt so alone and so helpless and so frightened before 
in her life, never felt as though she was hopelessly trapped with no 
possible route of escape! A soft cry choked in her throat at her own 
helplessness. 

She was, however, glad about one thing: that she was alone. She knew that, 
feeling as she did, she could never sit over the breakfast table making 
small-talk with her wretched husband and darling son. No, she hadn't the 
courage just yet to look either one of them in the eye, to confront either 
one with their dastardly deeds, especially since she, herself, was far from 
the injured innocent party! She was glad, very glad, that they had gone 
fishing and wouldn't be back until practically supper time. Maybe by then . 
. . maybe later on ... after she had had ample time to think things over . . 
. maybe by tonight she could come to deal with her own wildly confused 
emotions well enough to confront them ... to explain to them ... to ask 
their forgiveness and to give her own forgiveness . . . 

Her solitude was interrupted just then by the harsh ringing of the 
telephone. At first, she was tempted not to answer it. She wanted neither to 
see nor to speak to anyone. But then, fearful that something might have 
happened to Toby and Dan, she hesitatingly picked up the receiver with a 
trembling hand. 

"Hello," she said softly, her voice on the verge of cracking. 

"Hi, Charline. Ted here. I thought we might go for a nice walk along the 
beach today," he said, almost laughing. 

"No, Ted, I'm sorry. No, not today," she stammered, gripping the phone so 
tightly that her knuckles turned white. 

"No? Oh, come on, beautiful. It'll do you good to get out of the house!" he 
suggested cheerfully. 

The tormented young wife gasped, then muttered, "No. No . . . please ... I 
can't see you . . . please." 

"Nothing wrong at home, I hope?" he asked, growing a little concerned. 

"No. Toby and Dan have gone fishing for the day. No, it's not that. It's 
just . . . well, I can't today. Good-bye," she said, slamming down the 
receiver. For a long moment she stared, wide-eyed at the telephone, as if it 
held the secret menace that was threatening to destroy her tortured mind. 
Perhaps she should have gone . . . perhaps it would do her good . . . 
perhaps a good, soul-satisfying fuck would help to straighten out her 
confused and tangled emotions. 

She sat at the dining table over a cup of black coffee for almost an hour 
after that disturbing phone call, staring at some vague point in space, her 
mind a jumbled maze of conflicting, tormenting, anguished thoughts, when 
suddenly her revery was interrupted rudely by the sound of the doorbell. 

Reluctantly, Charline went to the door and opened it a crack. When she saw 
who stood there, his hands on his hips, his eyes and his lips smiling, her 
eyes bulged wide and she tried to close the door again immediately. But a 
foot there stopped the door before it closed. 

It was Ted Thompson standing on her doorstep. And behind him was a handsome, 
sun-tanned young man whom she didn't recognize. 

"If Mohammed won't come to the mountain, then the mountain must come to 
Mohammed, right?" Ted laughed, pushing his way into the house, followed by 
his strange companion. His smile was pleasant, disarming, and thoroughly 
impish, almost irresistable."This is Dave Johnson, a good friend of mine 
from 

Boston." 

"Hi," his friend grinned. 

"And this, Dave," he said, turning to the handsome young man while one hand 
reached out to clasp Charline by the shoulder, "is Charline Sutter!" 

Charline nodded to acknowledge the introduction, then turned and walked into 
the living room. They followed. What is he doing here? I told him I didn 't 
want to see him today. Who does he think he is, bursting into my house and 
my privacy like this? Just because yesterday we were lovers . . . doesn 't 
mean . . . or does it? 

Well, the least she could do, now that they were here, was to offer them a 
cup of coffee. "Would you like some coffee, Ted? Dave?" she asked politely, 
trying to hide her discomfort and annoyance. 

"Sure, love some," they replied almost in unison, making themselves 
comfortable on the soft, comfortable sofa. 

Abruptly, Charline turned her back to the two men and walked into the 
kitchen. She spooned the appropriate amount of coffee into the percolator, 
filled it with water from the sink, and turned to place it on the stove. She 
hadn't heard Ted come into the kitchen behind her and was startled to find 
him standing directly behind her as she turned around. As she placed the pot 
on the stove, his long arms reached around her to cup the full, firm globes 
of her ripe young breasts, pulling her back hard against his 
forward-thrusting groin. 

"Ted," she screamed, startled and shocked. "Please!" 

"What's the matter," he laughed, whispering hotly into her ear. "You said 
that Dan and Toby would be gone for the day!" 

Oh god! Oh, no! The young black mother gasped in startled amazement, her 
body becoming almost rigid as every muscle tensed while she felt the 
insistent pressure of his strong hands familiarly caressing her voluptuously 
rounded tits and the growing hardness of his jerking cock pressed into the 
tight crevice of her buttocks beneath the thin cotton shift she wore. With a 
sincere fright she realized that she wore no brassiere or panties underneath 
her shift and hoped that Ted was not already aware of that fact. 

"Please, please, let me go," the frightened young black woman begged. 

In response, Ted nuzzled his face into the back of her exposed neck, his 
tongue flicking over the tender, sweet-smelling skin like a lick of flame 
and Charline felt an involuntary shudder ripple down her back and through 
her nervously quivering belly. "Please . . . what?" he whispered. 

"Oh, for god's sake, let me go! Please, 

Ted, please leave me alone!" 

"That's not the same tune you were singing yesterday ... on the beach . . . 
remember?" he reminded her, still fondling the tremulous orbs of her breasts 
with his teasing fingers. "Yesterday, you were begging me to fuck you . . . 
remember? Begging me to fuck my prick into your cock-hungry cunt?" 

"Please . . . please ... I ..." the young woman stammered, her face flushing 
with shame and newly aroused ardor. He thrust his rigidly growing prick now 
hard into the valley between her softly yielding buttocks, making sure she 
could feel the full hardness of his eager shaft. His thumbs rolled easily 
across the plumed caps of her voluptuous breasts and he felt a glowing sense 
of triumph as he felt the tiny brown-tipped nipples harden under his 
massaging. 

Oh God! He's doing it to me again! In another couple of minutes I won't be 
able to stop myself! 

And it was but a few moments later, in fact, that the sensually alive young 
woman felt the perpetual lust captured within her flesh bursting out, 
captivating her mind, destroying what little reluctance she could summon, 
thoroughly betraying her better instincts with a mind-blinding passion. Her 
cunt already tingled with aroused excitement, secreting its lust-incited 
juices down onto her trembling coffee-brown thighs. Yes, her nipples had 
grown granite-hard under his expert fondling and a fiery flash seemed to 
tear through her quaking breasts in response to his teasing fingers! 

Oh dear god, what is he doing now? 

"Oh, Ted, please!" she cried as his tongue traced an enticing pattern along 
the nape of her neck, around the edges of her ears like a flame licking at 
her tender, exposed flesh. 

"Shhh, I'm busy," he paused to respond, sending his tongue hotly moist into 
her ear. 

Her mind struggled against the impending invasion of uncontrollable desire 
but her body had already succumbed to the fires of lust boiling in her 
blood. There was no use now trying to stop him, no use denying the fever 
raging through her lust-propelled groin as his tongue and hands worked their 
erotic task on her helplessly aroused young body. 

"Come on, Charline. We're going to the beach. Just like I said before," Ted 
said commandingly. "Dave will drop us off." 

"You -- you won't let him watch, w -- will you?" she breathed hotly, her 
control lost now. 

"No, of course not, baby," he whispered reassuringly back. "I'll make him 
stay behind the dunes." 

Charline couldn't recall clearly how they had gotten to the beach. She 
remembered vaguely riding in the man named Dave's car, with the top down, 
seated on Ted's lap, his hands busy working at her already burning breasts, 
his cock surging upwards like a menacing iron rod into the soft crevice 
between her tremulously smooth buttocks. And then, suddenly, before she 
realized what had happened, there they were again at the quiet, deserted end 
of the beach on a blanket behind a sand dune where no one would see them. 
Ted was whispering hotly into her ear, "Do you want me, Charline? Do you 
want me to ... fuck you . . . good . . . like I did yesterday? Do you want 
my long hard prick buried deep in your clasping cunt?" 

"Oh god! Yes, yes, god help me, I want you!" the abandoned young black woman 
cried, looking around to make certain Dave was not there. "Yes, I want you 
to fuck me, Ted! Yes!" Her voluptuous young body was now nothing but a 
seething cauldron of burning desire, a desire so hot and so raging that it 
threatened to consume her entire being. Her body trembled violently as Ted 
lay beside her on the soft summer sand, his hand moving down over her 
quivering breasts to the flat hardness of her belly stroking with a 
tantalizing motion over the sensuous mound of her womanhood. Slowly, with 
deliberate provocativeness, his hand dipped still lower, raising the hem of 
her shift higher and higher until finally his fingers moved along the 
sensitive inner flesh of her chocolate thighs making her shudder violently 
with feverish desire. Finally, the searching fingers found her lust-dampened 
crotch and insinuated themselves teasingly under the legband of her sodden 
panties to find the softly palpatating flesh of her simmering, petal-like 
cuntal flower. With practiced ease, his outstretched middle finger slipped 
up inside, probing the moist, hair-fringed little mouth like an anxious 
explorer, sliding delicately in and out of the steaming hole while Ted's own 
breathing came harder and quicker as she rotated her hips hotly, 
voluntarily, around his lewdly fucking finger. 

Suddenly his lips were on hers and his tongue hotly probing the warm, moist 
interior of her hungry mouth. Then she felt his other hand tantilizingly 
unzipping the front of her thin summer shift with one long sure stroke and 
then he slipped it out from underneath her so that her naked brown skin now 
lay on the soft blanket over the sand. Within moments, he had stripped off 
his own clothes and his mouth and hands were erotically busy once more at 
the soft curves, hills and valleys of Charline's nakedly exposed, softly 
shining flesh. Wild with delirious passion, Charline didn't know now or 
possibly even care that Dave Johnson had appeared from behind the sand dunes 
and stood by, open-mouthed in sheer amazement at the fervency of her 
outrageous passion. All she cared about was the wetly hot mouth locked onto 
hers and the eagerly exploring hands running along the full length of her 
quivering body, from the nape of her neck down along her quavering breasts 
and along the flat plane of her belly to the ripe protuberance of her pubic 
mound and at last down along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs! Flames 
licked through her seething cunt and her mind reeled with dizzying, blinding 
passion as she became totally lost in her own delirious desire. 

Suddenly, she felt her body being manipulated and turned so that Ted was 
beneath her and she was kneeling over his desire-driven loins. She didn't 
know what was happening, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to know when 
she looked at the lechery shining through his smile and in his eyes. His 
hands now were tightly clasping on either side of her head and he was 
pulling it lower . . . lower . . . lower down towards the staunchly hardened 
pole of masculine flesh that stood up straight to greet her! 

"Ted . . . what . . . Ted?" she questioned as he pulled her head closer and 
closer to the menacing rigidity of his heavily throbbing cock. 

"I want you to suck it, Charline. Suck it good," he said calmly, almost 
whispering. 

My god! I wouldn't even do that for Dan! And now Ted wants me to . . . 

"No! I ... well, I just can't!" she cried. 

"Hey, little woman, fair is fair!" Ted remonstrated. "After all, I licked 
your cunt yesterday, didn't I?" 

"Well . . . yes . . . but," the young black woman stammered. 

"No 'buts' about it, baby. You're going to suck my cock and that's all there 
is to it," he Said commandingly. "And don't worry -- believe me, you're 
gonna love it! Take old Ted's promise on that, baby!" 

Charline's eyes were open as wide as they could open as she stared down at 
the quivering head of his whitely convulsing penis, glistening wetly from 
the thin sheen of lubrication, swaying before her captivated eyes and 
putting her mind into an almost hypnotic trance as though it were a 
hypnotically swaying cobra. Tentatively, she reached out to touch the 
throbbing mass of flesh, one of her reluctant hands encircling its 
oscillating length as if to hold it steady, to study it with her 
passion-dimmed eyes. 

She stared down long and hard at the lustfully throbbing instrument until it 
almost seemed to breathe with a life of its, almost seemed to take on its 
own erotically appealing personality. Suddenly the fire in her blood became 
a raging inferno again and her entire energy was concentrated on this 
burgeoning cock held tightly now in her trembling fingers, beckoning to her, 
calling to her like a wailing siren of the sea! 

Slowly, her wetly glistening lips parted and her tongue slipped out to play 
over them hungrily ehile she moved her head downward so that it was less 
than an inch above the bulbous head of the pulsing male organ. Slithering 
out like a snakehead from the grass, her tongue slid fully out to touch the 
smoothrubbery head, to taste its bittersweet seminal fluid that capped its 
peak. 

Oh, my God! This is so wonderful! Its good and it's wonderful and I want it, 
want that enormous hunk of cock fucking all the way down to the back of my 
throat! 

Charline deliriously swirled her eagerly probing tongue around the tiny slit 
in his blood-engorged cock-head, tasting the delicious pungency of it, while 
Ted groaned and cried.out in abandoned passion, holding her head firmly 
between his two powerful hands. It felt like a high voltage charge of 
electricity surging through his loins when her fiery tongue first touched 
the cap of his palpitating cock. And then, Charline opened her mouth wide, 
wider, wider still in open invitation to the eagerly throbbing ramrod, 
moving her tongue teasingly in circular, progressively faster strokes, 
holding the base of his instrument between her thumb and forefinger while 
she tintillated his sperm-filled testicles with her little finger. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagh! Ooooooh!" Ted groaned, "oh, yeeeeeeeees! Oh, Charline, baby! 
Oh, yes, do it to me! Suck me good, baby! Suck me good!" 

The young black woman's whole mouth now curved hotly down ar-ound the 
massively thick spear and she began to suck, rhythmically, up and down the 
entire elongated, pulsing length of it. Her tongue worked with excruciating 
curls around it as the rock-hard staff slowly slid into the warmly moist 
interior of her eagerly sucking mouth. She parted the glans eye with the tip 
of her tantalizing tongue, widening it further so that more of his precious 
semen spilled onto her erotically teasing tongue. His moaning slammed into 
her ears like the tortured cries of a wild animal as he watched wide-eyed 
the up and down rhythmic bobbing of her afro-haloed head, watching, too, her 
voluptuously full breasts dancing and jiggling obscenely, swaying from her 
panting chest as her coffee-colored mouth rode up and down on his whitely 
glistening cock; he could see her lips tightly ovalled aorund the invading 
pole of flesh and he could feel the burning pressure of his cum slowly 
churning around below in his cum-laden balls. God, the hot Ititle wench! 
Christ, it feels like she is trying to suck the life out of me! Damn, I knew 
she was a passionate, sensual woman, but this is incredible! 

" Aaaaaaaauuuuuuooooooooowww wwww-eeeeeee!!!" Ted screamed into the air, his 
hips fucking furiously upward to meet every downward thrust of Charline's 
busily bobbing head. 

The young black woman was sucking on him voraciously now, as if her sexual 
appetite were finally being fed after a period of starvation. Which, indeed, 
was precisely the case. She was completely lost now in the lewd and 
delirious pleasure rocking through her straining body, reveling in the 
bittersweet taste of Ted's pungently plunging cock. His hips and buttocks 
twisted and rolled on the soft sand beneath the blanket as the frantic 
intensity of her sucking increased and increased. Surprising- ly, her own 
loins were enclosing a steadily building pressure and it suddenly occurred 
to her that before long she, too, would experience a cataclysmic orgasm! She 
had never before dreamed of cumming as a result of merely sucking on a man's 
cock . . . but now ... it just might happen! And more than that -- she 
wanted it to happen! 

She began frantically sucking him faster and faster now, her own delicious 
frenzy still threatening to overwhelm her! Her mind and body were wild now, 
her saliva-filled mouth sucking voraciously, her breasts quivering and 
quaking and swaying beneath her body, her hips churning and rotating as if 
impaled by a heavily driving cock . . . 

"God! Charline! Oh, suck me! Yeeeeeees, suck me off! 
Ooooooaaaaawwwwwweeeeeeeee-oooooo!" Ted cried loudly into the still summer 
air. 

Her lips and nose now were pressed against the wiry bristles of his thick 
pubic hair on every downstroke and on each upswing she could catch the 
delicious aroma of his sex wafting into her straining nostrils, spurring her 
on to even faster, greater efforts. 

Suddenly, her eyes flew open as she felt the pressure of someone else's 
fingers on the nakedly upturned cheeks of her ass! 

Dave! God, it was Dave! She had forgotten all'about him in her wildly 
delirious frenzy! She tried to pull her head up from Ted's still pumping 
loins, to let his enormously turgid cock slide out of her mouth so that she 
would be free to protest the impending invasion from the rear, but Ted's 
hands still firmly gripped her head and she couldn't move at all. Incoherent 
squeals rumbled around in her throat, her eyes rolling up in her sockets so 
that she could see the lust-glazed face of the man whose glistening hard 
instrument she had been sucking with such ardent fervor. 

He was smiling! Smiling, damn him! In spite of the burning pressure that she 
knew msut be blazing through his pendulously full balls, he was smiling! And 
then he spoke, almost laughing with his words. 

"Jesus, Dave, I was wondering what you were waiting for!" 

"Frankly," the handsome young man replied, 'I was enjoying the show!" 

Suddenly, with a new horror, Charline realized that these two men had 
actually planned this whole episode! Ted must have boasted to Dave about 
what a hot little black fuck he had found . . . and then invited him to 
share the spoils of the conquest! My God, what kind of. . . whore . . . have 
I become? What must these wretched men think of me? Oh God, help me! 

Again she felt the powerful hands behind her gripping the smooth curved 
flesh of her buttocks and she tried to cry out in horror, in protest, but 
somehow the cry caught in her throat. And then she heard Ted's voice whisper 
comfortingly, "It's okay, baby. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you! 
You know you have enjoyed everything we've done so far! Believe me, you're 
gonna love being double-fucked too!" 

With a wicked, lecherous grin he winked at his cohort who was spreading the 
soft-fleshed orbs of her buttocks wide apart in preparation for his 
impending invasion. Charline could almost feel Dave's hot, eager gaze on the 
helplessly exposed crevice back there between her smoothly rounded buttocks 
and she tried to twist away but she couldn't. Just at that moment, Ted 
flexed his hips forward and thrust his still lust-bloated hardness deep up 
into the back of her throat just as she felt the smooth spongy head of 
Dave's anxiously twitching cock contact the tiny puckered opening of her 
anus. It poised there for a moment and she heard him take in his breath 
sharply, as if to gather his strength for the lewdly coming assault on her 
tiny, defensively clenching rectum. 

No! He can't! He wouldn't fuck me there! Oh my God, noooooooo! 

She tried to cry out, tried to protest this infamous invasion of her 
virginal little anal canal, but all that came out were strangled, choked 
sobs as Ted once again thrust his hips forward to drive the full crashing 
length of his granite-hard prick deep into the back of her gasping throat. 

And then it happened. Dave rammed forward with his powerful young hips so 
that his cock slammed viciously into her tightly virginal rectal passage 
with a savage, brutal force, never pausing, never stopping as it burrowed up 
through the membranous passage like a beleagured demon. Once again the cry, 
the scream of excruciating pain, choked and caught in her throat, drowned by 
Ted's enormously pulsing prick lodged once again up against the back of her 
helplessly impaled throat. 

"My God! What a fabulous, beautiful tight little asshole!" Dave cried 
triumphantly. "And it's all mine -- I have struck the first blow, my good 
man!" 

"Come on, get on with it," Ted cried impatiently. And then, turning a soft 
voice to the helplessly impaled young black woman, he said, "Relax, baby. 
Believe me, it won't hurt if you just relax. Soon you'll be begging for 
more, really you will. Old Ted wouldn't do you wrong, baby! Because he wants 
you to come back for more later on!" 

The young woman's face now was contorted with agonized pain and a deep sense 
of betrayal -- how could Ted humiliate her so? . How could he encourage his 
friend to fuck into her nakedly exposed rectum knowing how painful it would 
be at first for her? Oh, damn him! Damn them both! 

She felt him again then. Dave clutched savagely at her naked hips and rammed 
his heavily pressuring prick deeper still up into her tightly resisting 
asshole. The immense pressure of his straining thighs thrust her 
defenselessly forward, pushing her head still lower on Ted's lustfully 
heaving belly, forcing his implacably hardened cock still deeper up into her 
screaming throat. 

From around his hotly pulsing shaft she managed to cry, 
"Oooooooowwwwwwwwwww-uuuuuuuwwwwwww!" with painful clarity. 

"Relax . . . relax, baby," Ted encouraged the helplessly asshole and mouth 
skewered female. "Suck . . . suck me . . . suck me . . . and relax, for 
God's sake!" 

Charline felt like she was caught between heaven and hell, between the 
sublime pleasure of the bittersweet cock plunging into the greedy depths of 
her hungry mouth and the lust-propelled prick fucking mercilessly up into 
the virginal depths of her wide stretched anal cavern. To take her mind off 
of the excruciating pressure in her rectum, the young black woman began 
hungrily nibbling at the smooth enormous surface of Ted's heavily bloated 
cock, tasting on her tongue the pungent seminal fluid which seeped hotly out 
from the tiny thin slit in the ballooning head. Behind her, the man named 
Dave continued his tormenting assfuck with great lunging thrusts, nakedly 
savage groans Hying from his open mouth as his fleshy pole persisted in its 
agonizing penetration, pushing the rubbery, resilient flesh before it until 
unally, with one last painful plunge against her satiny smooth buttocks he 
sank every last inch of the heavily hardened spear deep up into her tightly 
cringing anus! 

" Ooooooooww www wwwwuuuuuuuuuuu-eeeeee!" the battered young woman cried 
again around the whitely thrusting man-cock in her brown, warmly enveloping 
mouth. "Oooooooo-eeeeeoooooww wwww!" 

It was all the slavishly kneeling young woman could do to obliterate the 
searing pressure from her mind and concentrate all her energy on her wild 
sucking of the tastily seeping prick in her mouth. That, she knew 
instinctively, was her only salvation. So her mouth worked more intensely 
now as his hips churned on the blanket and his fingers worked convulsively 
through her thick black hair while his orgasm built with a relentless 
pressure deep in his flame-licked balls. Meanwhile, Dave's balls slapped 
loudly against her own wetly seeping vaginal opening below as he ground and 
fucked mercilessly into her firm, full ass-moons like an enraged demon. 
Then, the lust-incited young man drew his long, whitely glistening 
instrument out slightly, mesmerized by its glistening rigidity while the 
balloon-like head of it remained sunk in between the lusciously wide-spread 
globes of her brownly quivering ass-cheeks. Moaning with a delirious 
delight, he thrust his massive strong hips forward once again, working into 
a steady, crazily fucking rhythm as he fucked hotly in and out of her 
tightly clenching rectal passage. 

Without her quite knowing how it happened, the excruciating pain in 
Charline's belly unconsciously dissolved into a new and intense and 
mind-blasting pleasure -- it was the same sexual frenzy, the same 
all-consuming fire that she had first come to know the day before . . . that 
she had felt again in the kitchen before they came to the beach . . . that 
she had discovered yet again when Ted had begun plunging his rock-hard prick 
in and out of her tightly ovalled lips. Without her conscious desire, she 
felt her hips grinding now backwards, greedily inviting an even further, 
deeper fucking up into it by the ass-hungry prick of Dave Johnson! Her head 
now flailed wildly from side to side, her eyes rolled around in her head and 
her cunt clasped convulsively at thin air below the rectum filling cock 
above. 

"Ooooooohhhh!" she moaned around the plunging prick in her mouth while her 
mind whirled deliriously with this new blazing discovery. God . . . he was 
right! I LIKE IT! I want it! His cock feels so goooood in my ass! Oh, more! 
More! Harder! Harder! Oh fuck me, fuck my asshole hard you damned bastard! I 
never dreamed anything this obscene and wicked could be this . . . 
deliciously wonderful! Oooooooooooh! 

Then, like a tidal wave, she could feel her own climaxing desire beginning 
to sweep through her buffetted, grinding body. Her lips swirled and grasped 
faster and faster, up and down, around and around, bathing the 
tonsil-pummeling cock with waves of hot, warm saliva. She was mewling and 
moaning now in totally delirious pleasure, complete and unrestrained 
abandon, feeling the rock-hard rigidity of Dave's madly plundering cock 
invading her wetly grasping asshole while Ted's turgidly throbbing cock 
slammed time and time again into her eagerly sucking, wildly hungering 
mouth. It wouldn't be long now . . . any minute her lust would explode like 
a rocket through her ertoically thrashing loins . . . 

A sudden, savage cry invaded her mind as Dave's relentlessly fucking shaft 
of iron-hard cock flesh drove forward even harder, working with a demonic 
fury with long, belly crashing strokes into her now eagerjy clutching 
asshole. "Yes . . . yeeeesss . . I'm cuuuuuuuuuming!" she heard him wail 
like a jungle beast. 

It was hardly one split-second later when she felt Ted give one last long 
hard lunge up into her wetly sucking mouth and then his cock exploded with 
its full load of scalding white cum into her desperately swallowing throat. 
It almost choked her as stream after stream came spewing out into her gullet 
from his convulsively contracting balls . . . while, at the same time, a 
great burning surge of lava-hot cum flooded deep up into her rectum, the 
scalding liquid seeming to fill her whole quivering belly as it poured like 
molten lead from Dave's wildly jerking prick. 

And then her own impending climax, poised on the brink of explosion for 
several long moments, crashed through her thrashing body, pouring out her 
own ecstatically flowing juices as her body reached the pinnacle of sublime 
ecstasy and in her mindless rapture she knew nothing but the incomparable 
joy of two convulsing cocks, one in her mouth and one in her ass, while her 
own lust-incited secretions flowed like a river from her nakedly neglected 
vagina . . . 

Riding home in the convertible with the two men who had just fucked her half 
senseless, the hot summer wind lashing at her'passion-flushed face, Charline 
felt like a bandit who had just gotten away with the king's treasure. She 
knew deep inside her trotured soul that there was no longer any use in 
denying the overwhelming power of her own sexuality. Yes, she was a woman 
abandoned to pleasure, first and foremost, to the hedonistic rapture of 
mind-blinding sexual fulfillment. She knew, too, that she would be available 
to Ted Thompson -- yes, and to Dave, too -- whenever they wanted to fuck 
her. And that, in fact, it was just as likely that she would seek them out 
and place herself completely at their disposal, doing whatever they wanted 
her to do and whenever they wanted her to do it! 

And somehow, somehow, in a strange sort of new vision which crept into her 
mind, her new attitude didn't seem wrong! Quite the contrary, it seemed 
right! Very right, indeed! 

After all, what could be so very wrong about something that made her feel so 
very good, so ultimately fulfilled, so excruciatingly pleasure-sodden? 

Suddenly, she fervently wished that her handsome black husband could deliver 
her to the erotic heights of rapture that she had discovered with Ted 
Thompson . . . and now with Dave Johnson. She loved Dan, she wanted him, she 
wanted to love him as blindly, as passionately as she had loved these two 
strangers! Oh, Dan! If only . . . if only . . . ! 

When Ted pulled the sleek converrtible up in front of the small summer 
bungalow, Charline stepped gingerly out then paused, with tier nand tenderly 
on led s arm as it resteu on the car. She was smiling teasingly, with a 
salacious eagerness in her eyes. 

"Perhaps you two would like to come in ... for a little . . . drink," she 
murmured. "Toby and Dan won't be back for several hours, you know!" 

 Chapter Six 

Dan Sutter, darkly handsome and awesomely virile, stood by the bar pouring 
himself a double shot of Scotch. Looking across the room, he saw his 
beautiful young wife absently flipping through a magazine as she sat on the 
couch, her short summer dress revealing the full voluptuousness of her 
smoothly curved thighs, its plunging neckline displaying to full advantage 
the roundly full outlines of her ripely round breasts. Yes, she was a fine, 
good-looking woman ... so why couldn't he turn on for her the way he had 
constantly, in the past week, turned on for that brazen little white wench, 
Alice Laver? Why could a fifteen year old girl do something to him that his 
own attractively desirable wife couldn't do? 

His mind wandering back owr the past week, Dan sipped his drink as he stood 
leaning against the bar. Across the room Alice and Toby sat at the round 
dining table, their young hands locked tenderly together as they watched 
some cowboy movie on T.V. God, she was some seductive hunk of female flesh! 
The young father could feel his cock give an involuntary jerk in his pants 
as he remembered, vividly, the naked contours of the hills and valleys of 
her sensuous naked young tits and cunt . . . 

Was it only yesterday? Toby had gone into his room for a nap and Dan had 
been talking on the phone to Mr. Morgan about the designs he had delivered 
the day before. Suddenly, he sensed someone behind him and abruptly he had 
felt two arms wrap around his muscular torso and then two hands searched 
greedily around his crotch for his awakening penis. Stammering into the 
phone, Dan turned quickly to see the smiling, upturned, tanned young face of 
the provocative young girl. For a moment, Dan was angry. This was an 
important client and he couldn't afford to alienate him -- and here this 
young seductress was squeezing at his prick and balls while he was trying to 
talk business! 

But then, after he had slammed the phone down, she had provocatively reached 
down to unzip his bermuda shorts while her other hand roamed over his naked 
chest, pinching and squeezing at his small male nipples. 

"Well, lover?" she asked salaciously. All Dan could do in response was to 
lock his eager lips to hers, sending his tongue deep into the warm, moist 
recesses of her soft young mouth. He clung to her, drawing her body closer 
to his, reaching around to unfasten the bikini bathing suit bra which stood 
defiantly between his greedy hands and her nakedly quivering young breasts. 

Drawing her mouth away from his, she sighed, "Let me take off your shorts, 
big Daddy! Let little Alice make you completely naked!" 

He stood still, his lust-aroused young cock twitching convulsively in front 
of his groin as she slowly, tantalizingly, slid first his bermuda shorts and 
then his undershorts down over his dark chocolate, muscular legs and then he 
gingerly stepped out of them. 

"And now me," she whispered huskily. "Now you strip me naked! I want us to 
be naked, together. Don't you want us to be naked together, big Daddy and 
rub our cock and cunt together?" 

"Oh God, do I," Dan exclaimed, once again helplessly aroused by this 
sweet-smelling, delectable young teenage girl. His gaze roamed over her 
well-tanned but still whitely shimmering body as he eagerly removed first 
her bikini bra and then the brief pants. 

Alice reveled in his lust-glazed gaze, then she dropped to the floor and 
lewdly splayed her legs wide out to either side, running her delicate little 
hands in tintillating abandon over the crest of her pubic mound and down 
along the tender flesh of her voluptuous inner thighs. Her breasts quivered 
as she began to breath in hard, panting spurts and suddenly Dan was on the 
floor beside her, running his hands up an down the entire length of her 
lust-blooming body. His lips sucked at her neck, then traveled down her 
chest and clamped around the roundly protruding orbs of her nakedly 
trembling breasts, tasting their sweet fullness as his tongue lashed out to 
trace passionate circles around the erotically rising nipple buds. 

He felt her body quake and shiver with lust-aroused delight as his tongue 
swirled madly around and around the pinkly glistening caps of her alabaster 
breast and he felt her hands now clutching greedily at his head, her mouth 
reaching down to kiss his naked shoulders. His mouth moved from one 
tremulous mound to the other, sparks of sublime arousal surging through his 
loins as he felt each tiny berry-like bud grow harder and harder under his 
passionate tongue-fondling. And finally his mouth left the twinly quivering 
young orbs and traveled down the flat plain of her naked young belly, 
pausing to let his tongue tease in and out of her tiny little navel. 

"Oh, lover-Daddy! You sure know how to make a girl feel good," the fifteen 
year old moaned as his wetly glistening lips finally reached the soft, silky 
tendrils of her pubic mound. His tongue flicked out and lost itself among 
the soft strands of lightly curling pussy hair as her hips began to 
instinctively grind up to meet his caresses. His hands reached down now to 
explore the sweet, smooth flesh between her seductively spreading thighs and 
he moaned with the intense, burning desire that went surging through his 
rapidly expanding cock. 

"Damn you, damn you," he moaned as he rolled over to lie flat on his back on 
the floor, the blood afire as it raced through his body and along the length 
of his hotly throbbing prick. "Damn you," he repeated as the young white 
teenage girl now raised herself on all fours and kneeled between the older 
black man's spreading thighs, her head lowered until it was only inches away 
from his pulsing, blood-filled cock. Her wetly glistening lips parted and 
her little pink tongue slithered out to lick roughishly around them. 

"Shall I suck it, big Daddy? Shall I suck your big, beautiful cock?" she 
teased, letting her tongue still roam deliciously across her tantalizing 
lips. 

"Yes, yes! Hurry, suck it, baby! Suck it!" he cried. 

Fifteen year old Alive Laver lowered her head and Dan felt the enticing 
softness of her moistly passionate lips close over the sensitive head of his 
heavily quivering cock, felt her maddening tongue lick circles of liquid 
fire around the enormous shaft, then at last flick teasingly at the glans 
head and suck away the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that oozed there. His 
hands reached down to grab her head, to lose themselves in her flaming, 
flowing hair as he watched her white face, her lust-contorted features, 
while she licked and sucked feverishly at his blackly glimmering cock with 
her whitely nibbling lips. He could feel the pressure already building to 
excruciating agony in his burning balls and he knew it wouldn't be long 
before it came gushing out of his cock with all its torrential fury. 

The teenage young girl now began to suck rhythmically at the mammoth, 
lust-swollen penis, her sexually convoluted lips slaving over its fully 
elongated length, her softly ovalled lips puckering outward and then back 
again as she worked her mouth erotically up and down the enlarged thrusting 
flesh. Dan jerked his hips upward, hard, into her bobbing face so that only 
a small portion of his enormous instrument showed black and glistening with 
saliva between her ovalled, luscious lips. The burning pressure in his balls 
grew more and more excruciating as she continued to suck hungrily, greedily, 
while her firmly rounded young breasts danced wildly below her rhythmically 
bobbing head, adding more incentive to the lust-inciting picture that Dan 
was witnessing. 

It was only a second later that the dam . burst. The black father felt the 
explosive eruption of his own white hot fire leaping from the base of hs 
pendulously-full balls through the entire heated length of his pounding 
prick. With one last convulsive heave of his strong young hips, he fucked 
his cock deep up into the back of the fifteen year old girl's throat sending 
a torrent of white scalding cum into her madly sucking mouth. His river of 
cum bloated her cheeks outward with each ball-breaking spurt until she ws 
forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking, yet still she continued to 
mewl and moan and sigh happily and tickle his deflating balls until the very 
last drops of his steaming semen had been emptied deep in the back of her 
thirstily drinking throat. 

Dan's cock now grew limp in her still-sucking mouth while she still nibbled 
and teased at the now-useless rod. At last she let the lethargic cock slide 
from between her glistening lips with a contented sigh and at last she 
raised herself up and kissed him full and hard on the lips, his own still 
warm cum giving her passion a bittersweet taste. 

"How was that?" the young teenage girl asked mockingly. 

"Christ, you know how good it was," Dan replied. "My God, girl, you sure do 
know how to suck cock!" 

"Ummmm," she crooned, "and that's not all I know!" 

"I'll bet it isn't," the older man replied, laughing. 

"But before we get to the other things I know ..." she said huskily, lying 
back and arching her cunt invitingly, "maybe you ought to return the favor. 
Oh yes, do, big Daddy! Lick my cunt! Oh, lick it good, lick it nice until I 
cum! Oh how I want you to suck my cunt, lover-Daddy!" 

Charline Sutter sat on the couch of her own living room absently thumbing 
through a popular fashion magazine. But fashion was the furthest thing from 
her mind. Every time she turned a page, every time she saw another male 
figure in full living color displayed there, her mind jumped automatically 
to Ted Thompson and Dave Johnson, the two men who had made her life for the 
past week at once magnificant and miserable. She had seen one or both of 
them nearly every day -- sometimes all day! -- and she simply couldn't get 
enough of their enormously plunging cocks in her every bodily orifice to 
satisfy her now rampant sexual desires. 

A twinge of guilt still plagued her conscience . . . yes, she loved Dan more 
deeply than she could ever love Ted or Dave, no question about that . . . 
but she simply couldn't go on living the frustrated, unhappy sex-life she 
had been enduring up to last week, No, she decided at last, she could still 
love Dan and find her sexual satisfaction elsewhere with a relatively clear 
conscience. Maybe one day . . . one day in the future . . . perhaps she 
could tell Dan about her love affair and perhaps even make him understand . 
. . 

Besides, if Dan could find his satisfaction with a teenage nymphomaniac, she 
could certainly find hers with two pleasant, cheerful, erotically 
stimulating young white men who were closer to her own age than that Alice 
Laver was to Dan's! 

Her mind delved back to the previous evening while her fingers still 
absently turned the pages of the thick magazine. Yes, it hadn't taken much 
courage to meet Ted and Dave during the day . . . but when they called and 
asked her to come over last evening, she had at first been somewhat 
apprehensive. Finally, gathering up all her courage, she told Dan (without 
blinking an eyelash!) that she was going out for the evening, to play bridge 
with Mary and Elaine and Edna. Poor Dan! He didn't seem in the least 
surprised and murmured something like "Have a good time" as she walked out 
the door after dinner! 

First Ted and Dave had massaged her entire body with a lovely sweet-smelling 
body oil, and then she had massaged them, running her hands with erotic 
tenderness along and around their muscular young chests, down along the flat 
plains of their rugged bellies and finally reaching their protruding, 
pulsing hard cocks! Her hands had worked hungrily, greedily over their 
muscular young thighs and then worked around to their powerfully built 
buttocks, drawing teasing circles with her fingertips that nearly drove them 
wild! 

She recalled now how her deliciously incited cunt had tingled as their hands 
had romaed like oiled firebrands all over her, rubbing and caressing her 
quivering, ripely rounded breasts until the dark chocolate nipples surged 
into vivid, vibrant hardness and blazed as if they were on fire! And then, 
the erotic, lust-incited juices flowed from her seething, steaming cunt as 
four hands massaged around her darkly forested pubic mound, along the 
smooth-walled surface of her sensitive inner thighs, and finally reached the 
palpitating soft glistening flesh of her openly spread pussy lips! 

Oh, it had been so devine! So wonderfully ecstatic to feel those two cocks 
together, one in her wildly sucking mouth, her tongue swirling in luscious 
circles around the semen-lubricated cock-head, her ovalled lips maddeningly 
sucking at the full turgid length of the mammothly bloated prick, while the 
other fucked in and out of her smoudlering cunt with rhythmic, lunging 
strokes! Four hands then played at the mature voluptuousness of her heaving, 
oscillating breasts ringing them with fiery passion that surged through 
every fiber of her ecstatically aroused being! 

It had all been more devine than she had * ever imagined possible. How many 
times had she cum? Four? Five? What did it matter! What did anything matter 
except the heatedly aroused tongue licking at the soft furrowed folds of her 
scorchng cunt, the wickedly lashing lips on her voluptuously quivering 
breasts, the fiery, passion-propelled prick steadily stroking in and out of 
her tightly clenching anal canal! 

Now, at last, she could understand Dan's fascination with the seductive 
Alive Laver, could almost understand why Alice had, in fact, wanted to 
stimulate and seduce an older man ... for now she too, Charline Sutter, 
loved different cocks, all cocks, any cock at all! No, she couldn't blame 
the shameless teen for first seducing Toby and then Dan because now she 
understood, at last, the compulsive drive of sexual excitement, the 
lust-thrill of different cock fucking in and out of every orifice of her 
sexually volatile body! Yes, all she wanted now was cock, cock and more cock 
every minute of the day, every day of the year! Of course, Alice was still 
different and not a terribly . . . well, not exactly the right person for 
her precious Toby. But, if he wanted to gain some valuble sexual experience 
while he was still young, Alice must be a well-experienced young girl . . . 

As she sat now on the couch of her own living room, she glanced up from the 
magazine to gaze at her healthy, sun-tanned twelve year old son. She wrapped 
her hand around the Vodka-and-tonic that Dan had made for her short while 
before and sipped at its cool refreshing juiciness. Suddenly, she couldn't 
keep her eyes off of the boy. God, he is handsome! Look at those already 
well-developed muscles just bursting out of his chest and arms! Ah, and his 
slim, tapered waist . . . and his faintly bulging young boy-cock! He is so 
much more handsome and masculine than Ted ... or Dave ... so much better 
proportioned! 

Her mind wandered back to the night she had seen him fucking his wildly 
excited young cock into Alice Laver's straining seething vagina, those long, 
hard strokes into the heated depths of her belly. Yes, I was aroused myself 
that night. . . that's when it all started. . . when I saw my own little 
boy's cock working so industriously . . . how it glistened in the light. . . 
how I wanted to wrap my hands and my mouth around its full, heated, pusling 
length . . . 

Stop it, Charline! That's your son! Your own little boy! How can you think 
of him LIKE THAT? 

She gasped suddenly, ashamed of her own erotic thoughts directed at her 
handsome son who sat, naked to the waist, at the round dining table with 
Alice Laver. 

He turned towards his mother at the sound of her gasp and asked "Mom? 
Something wrong?" 

"N -- no, nothing. I just . . . thought I heard a wasp . . . flying around, 
that's all," his mother stammered. 

"You sure?" 

"Y -- yes, quite sure. It's okay, really. I just -- " 

But the young black mother never finished her though for at that moment the 
doorbell rang and Toby jumped up to answer it's summons. Slowly, the door 
drew back, Toby moved back a couple of steps to admit the visitor . . and 
Charline Sutter's mouth flew open, along with her eyes, and every muscle in 
her body tensed as she realized who their visitor was. 

"Ted!" she cried in a choked whisper, her face flushing, her fingers 
beginning to tremble around her tightly clasped glass. 

He waved and smiled, greeting each one them by name. "Hi! How are you, 
Charline? Dan? Hiya, Toby boy," he concluded, slapping the boy hard on the 
shoulder. 

My God! What did he come here for? Is he crazy? Doesn't he realize that he 
mustn't ever come here -- not to my house, for God's sake! 

"Hi, Ted!" Dan called cheerfully, walking across the room to shake hands. "I 
didn't realize you were here at the Cape! Nice to see you -- come on in and 
sit down!" 

Oh no! No, he can't stay here! He can 'tjust come in and sit down as if 
nothing . . . 

"Sure," Ted replied in his usual boyishly charming style, "I've been here 
for over a week now. Thought it was about time I looked you folks up!" 

"Well, we're glad you did. Aren't we, Charline?" Dan asked innocently ... or 
was it so innocent? 

"Y -- yes," Charline managed to eek out in a small, worried voice. 

"What I really came over for," Ted continued cheerfully, "was to invite you 
to a little party I'm throwing Saturday night." 

"Me, too, Mr. Thompson?" Toby chirped eagerly. 

"You, too, young man. And that lovely little girl friend of yours," Ted 
replied, laughing. "It's just going to be a simple little party. I'll throw 
some hot dogs and hamburgers on the barbecue -- you know, that sort of 
thing," he said, turning towards Dan. 

What in hell is he up to? Come to a party . . . at his house . . . with my 
husband and son? I know it can't be all as innocent as it sounds. . . what 
kind of horrible scheme has he got in mind? I wonder . . . 

The young black mother licked her lips, which were suddenly hot and parched 
and dry. Her hands continued to tremble and she didn't trust herself to 
speak . . . not yet ... 

"Well, Dan? Will you and Charline come, too?" Ted asked pleasantly, looking 
first at one and then the other. 

Charline looked blankly at her handsome husband, who looked questioningly 
back at her. Sure, she thought! He'll go anywhere as long as that hot little 
bitch Alice Laver is there too! Well, it's alright withme as long as Ted is 
there! 

"Sure, Ted, sure we'll come," Dan replied with some hesitation, not sure 
whether his wife, from her bland reaction, really wanted to go. 

Well, the hell with her! If she didn't want to go she should have said so! 
Besides, it'll be nice to get out and have a good time for a change! 

"Good," Ted said, loking now directly at Charline. "Good, I'm glad. I think 
you'll like the other people I've invited." Charline's heart skipped a beat 
as she nervously sipped from her drink. "There is a friend of mine from 
Boston -- Dave Johnson -- real nice fellow, and his date. And, of course, my 
date, Maggie Miller -- perhaps you know her? No? Well, at any rate, I think 
we'll all have a good time." 

Yes, I'm sure we will, Ted thought. Yes, indeed, we'll all have a very nice 
time. Especially me! I've been looking forward to getting it on with that 
Alice kid ever since I saw her on the beach last week with Toby. Chrsit, my 
balls are aching to unload their cum up inside her twitching little cunt! 
Yes, and if she can do it with Dan like Charline told me ... well, I'll 
match my cock against his any day! 

Ted continued to banter small-talk with Charline and Dan about their mutual 
friends in Boston and at Cape Cod, but his mind was on the lust-fringed 
images of the party on Saturday night. God, poor Charline! She nearly fell 
off the couch when she saw me at the door! Well, by Saturday night she'll be 
singing another tune! Wait till she sees those pictures in that magazine I 
bought today! Ted's penis jumped excitedly inside his pants at the thought 
of the orgy on Saturday night, as his eyes visually undressed both Alice and 
Charline and ran over their sweeping, voluptuous curves! Yes, whether they 
suspected it or not right now, these fine people were in for quite a treat, 
quite a treat indeed! 

"Say, Ted," Dan's voice suddenly invaded into his erotic revery, "would you 
like to stay for dinner tonight? We've got some steaks ready to go out on 
the grill!" 

"Why, sure, I'd love to. Perhaps I could have a drink as well?" Charline's 
lover replied cheerfully. "It's been a long time since we've seen each 
other, hasn't it?" he grinned, looking towards the darkly beautiful young 
mother whose hands were once again nervously flipping through the magazine. 

Everyone drank a lot at dinner that night, and Dan passed out around ten 
o'clock. Toby and Alice went out to a late movie afterwards while Ted made 
Charline lean over the breakfast table in the kitchen with her panties 
pulled down to her knees, her dress bunched up over her hips and fucked her 
half senseless right there with her husband asleep upstairs . . . 

 Chapter Seven 

Charline Sutter stared at her darkly naked form in the full-length bathroom 
mirror - yes, it was a h ighly sensual, voluptuously formed young body, one 
made to both give and recieve the most erotic pleasure imaginable! And she 
was glad now, yes, glad, that they were all going to Ted Thompson's party 
tonight. She didn't know how yet . . . but somehow . . . somehow . . . she 
would manage to sneak off with Ted or Dave, or preferably both, and they 
would make madly passionate love! Yes, somehow she manage to get away from 
Dan and Toby for just a little while . . . 

The voluptuous young black mother adjusted the water nozzles and then 
stepped happily into the shower. She liked the warm feeling of the 
needlepoint water cascading down over her softly smooth skin and stood 
there, mouth open, eyes closed, just basking in the soothingness of it for 
some time. Standing under the continuing spray, she soaped her abdomen, 
washing her hands along the flowing flatness of it with firm, easy strokes, 
then worked her soapy, slippery hands up over the fully ripe and rounded 
mounds of her enomously firm breasts, feeling her nipples sprout into the 
vivid hardness under her gentle caressing strokes. She could feel the 
moisture of desire already sliding down her wetly glistening thighs as her 
hands moved down, slipping with soap, to the lovely crest of her pubic mound 
and then down along the smooth inner flesh of her sensitive thighs where she 
washed away the moisture of her own imagination-induced heat. She could feel 
a delicious shiver tingle through her cunt in lust-filled anticipation of 
the fucking it would receive later on that night, at Ted's party . . . 

Stepping out of the shower, the happy young mother toweled herself dry and 
then, wrapping the towel around her still damp body, she stepped out of the 
warmth of the bathroom into the cool early evening air of the bedroom. Dan 
had already dressed and was waiting patiently in the living room and through 
the partially open doorway she could see her darkly handsome young husband 
lounging on the couch with a sparkling drink in his hand. 

Well, he's getting started early, isn't he? 

Dropping the towel so that she could feel the cool, invigorating air 
embracing every inch of her warm smooth skin, the young wife opened her 
closet door to study her scanty summer wardrobe. She wanted to wear 
something especially nice tonight, something especially provocative and 
conservative. Maybe ... yes, she would go bra-less! Charline chose a cool, 
cotton summer dress with an exceptionally short skirt that would reveal the 
full tapering voluptuousness of her firm fleshy thighs and a low plunging 
neckline that would display to full advantage the darkly mysterious cleavage 
between her mammoth, quivering breasts. Slipping the light material of the 
dress over her head, then reaching round to zip it up in the back, the young 
mother felt especially provocative and seductive! Smoothing her hands over 
her full-blown hips and studying her appearance in the mirror, she finally 
sighed with deep satisfaction and stepped out into the living room. 

"Ready whenever you are, darling!" she chirped and smiled with pleasure when 
she heard Dan's sharp intake of breath as he turned his eyes towards her 
scantily clad figure. 

"My God!" he exclaimed, the drink nearly falling from his hand. "You look . 
. . tremendous tonight! Wow, I haven't seen you look so gorgeous in a long 
time," her smiling husband concluded, feeling his cock give a distinct jerk 
inside his pants. 

God, I'd love to make her bend over the couch and fuck her right now, before 
we go to the party! Rip that dress off of her and fuck her for all I'm 
worth! I wonder . . . 

And the young husband paused in mid-thought, surprised and delighted that he 
felt such aggressively erotic feelings towards his own wife, the woman who 
had been unable to arouse his lust-driven instincts for so many months now . 
. . 

Charline, Dan, Toby and Alice were the last guests to arrive at Ted's party 
and, as they first walked in, Charline suddenly felt as though all her 
resolve was lost, all her previous visions of some lusty, invigorating sex 
were merely pipe dreams. Every one seemed so cheerful, happily laughing and 
talking over drinks and munching on hamburgers and hot dogs, dipping 
hungrily into the potato salad and cole slaw . . . 

After a short time, Charline fell into an easy, light conversation with 
Maggie Miller, a well-curved young woman of about twenty-five who was Ted 
Johnson's date for the evening. She, too, wore an exceptionally low-cut 
dress that only enhanced the fully rounded curves of. her voluptuous young 
breasts which looked as though they yearned to be free from the constraint 
of her brassiere. A short time later, the two women were joined by Gloria 
Simpson, Dave's date for the evening, a young woman with long blonde hair, 
and hazel eyes who was wearing a tight-fitting pair of black pants and a 
short blouse tied into an enticing knot just beneath her mammothly heavy 
breasts. The three steadily drinking young women talked^, about clothes and 
food and Cape Cod and all the other unimportant topics that strangers talk 
together about and it wasn't long before Charline was feeling a certain 
feminine comraderie with them. 

The young mother took yet another generous swallow from her refreshing Vodka 
tonic and suddenly realized someone had made it very strong indeed! Well, 
who cared, anyway? The night was made for pleasure and enjoyment and she was 
having too good a time already to care how much she was drinking! Anyway, 
the euphoric effect of it was already beginning to work on her and it felt 
warmly pleasureable, giving her mind a nice easy glow which she didn't want 
to surrender for anything just yet. 

She paused to look around her. Toby and Alice were involved in an animated 
conversation with Ted over by the radio; Alice standing with her arm tightly 
wrapped around Toby's slender young waist, her fingers teasing playfully 
along the inside of his pants. Dan was sitting with Dave Johnson, also 
involved in some sort of cheerful discussion for both of them were laughing 
and taking long slugs of their drinks. 

Well, maybe Ted planned an innocent little party after all! Maybe he doesn't 
have some wild scheme in mind! Just now everyone looks so relaxed, so happy 
. . . who would ever think that the man over there is my lover - and that 
one talking to my husband is my lover, too! And who would ever dream that 
Alice Laver, a mere fifteen year-old, had seduced the pants off both my son 
and my husband! God, everyone LOOKS so innocent. . . and its so pleasant now 
. . . the radio playing soft music . . . the early evening light pouring in 
through the windows . . . yes, so pleasant, so relaxing . . . surely nothing 
terribly erotic can happen. 

Dan sat on a large, comfortable chair by the sofa, sipping his fourth - or 
was it fifth? or sixth? drink and enjoying the friendly, pleasant atmosphere 
of the all-white party. He had to say one thing for Ted - he sure had nice 
taste in women! God, that Maggie Miller looked like a million bucks, he 
thought as he watched her cross the room with a drink in either hand, her 
voluptuously pendulous breasts swaying and swinging with the rhythm of her 
steps while her sensuously rounded buttocks jiggled erotically with the same 
rhythm! 

The young husband was glad that his wife appeared to be having a good time. 
She was standing just then, one hand provocatively resting on one hip, 
talking to Dave Johnson near the bar, her lovely full lips smiling, 
revealing her perfectly aligned, ivory white teeth, her large brown eyes 
glowing happily. Then the young husband turned his glance towards fifteen 
year-old Alice Laver, who sat on the floor indian style, the inviting plane 
of her cuntal crevice outlined seductively by the short, tight pants she 
wore. Mentally Dan looked beneath her sheer summer blouse to see the 
tantalizing orbs of her tender young breasts and suddenly he longed to 
fondle them, to kiss them, to wrap his lips around her cherry-crested 
nipples and suck them into fiery, erectly throbbing life! 

Hey! I'd better play it cool here! Damn it, how did I ever let myself get so 
trapped by that playful little bitch? I wish I'd never set eyes on her, 
never, laid my hands on her, never sunk my cock into that hungry little cunt 
of hers . . . no . . . no, I don't. Damn it, I'm glad! Glad I showed that 
teenage siren what a real fuck is like! Still, I'd better play it cool now . 
. . of course, maybe.later . . . 

Dan stood up, shaking his head back and forth like a dog wagging its tail. 
Better give up on thoughts like that - no use thinking about it when I can't 
do anything about it! He reached for the pack of cigarettes he had brought 
and just put one in his mouth when a lighted match appeared before his 
startled face. Looking up, his eyes saw first a mammoth pair of satiny 
smooth young breasts, their nipples barely covered, which seemed about to 
tumble out of the low-cut blouse that confined them. Raising his eyes to the 
face of the kneeling figure he recognized Dave Johnson's date, Gloria 
Simpson. 

He jumped to his feet immediately, but the voluptuous young white woman 
pushed him down again and sank down onto the arm of the chair so that her 
roundly ripe buttocks hovered just over his now twitching cock! He blinked 
at her, somewhat startled by her sudden appearance. "Nice party," he said 
hesitatingly for lack of anything else to say. 

"Urn, nice," she crooned, locking her eyes on the growing bulge beneath his 
pants. "Very nice indeed." Her small pink tongue darted out to play 
mischievously along her glistening, parted lips. "I'll bet that tastes good, 
honey!" 

"What?" Dan asked, not really believing the implication of her stimulating 
words, feeling his cock nevertheless surge and throb beneath his pants. 

"I said, I'll bet that tastes good, lover-man! I'll bet your cock is the 
sweetest one in town. Can I have a bite?" she whispered hoarsely with a 
husky seductiveness in her voice. She leaned down towards him now as she 
whispered, her breasts heatedly touching his chest as her hot breath scalded 
his ear. His instinct was to reach out and grab those two huge tantalizing 
melons . . . but he held himself back, a sudden flush coming into his cheeks 
and a new surging throb to his groin. 

Was it really possible? Was this girl . . . just an older version of Alice? 
Did she really want to suck him off, for Christ's sake? Not right here in 
the living room! Surely, not right here ... in front of everyone else . . . 

"Don't you want me to suck you until you cum?" she hissed appealingly. 

"Sure! Sure I do." Dan declared enthusiastically, not wanting her to think 
him less tham a fully hot-blooded man. "Sure I do ... but 

"But you'd like a little privacy, is that it?" 

"Yeah," he said with some relief as he felt her hand reaching around his 
neck to trace mad little designs along his spine and into the base of his 
balls. "Yeah, that's it, alright," he managed to say although his breath 
wasn't coming too easily now. "Maybe there's someplace we could go, huh?" 

Dan could feel the fire surging through his loins as he followed the 
voluptuous young stranger along a short corridor and into a wood paneled 
bedroom in the center of which stood a king sized double bed all ready and 
waiting for them! His young heart was hammering furiously as he grasped her 
within his strong dark arms and felt her melt into the fold of his torso, 
pressing her curvaceous young body close to his, and then felt her reaching 
down to stroke his now bulging prick with excited, hungry strokes over his 
pants. Her tongue flicked hotly into his anxious mouth and then, suddenly, 
she stepped back, smiling wickedly at him. 

Her eyes never left his as she watched with delight the growing erotic 
desire and passionate lust building in those dark dusky brown pools. First 
she reached around to unfasten her pants, sliding the zipper down very 
slowly and grinding her hips seductively as she slid the tight-fitting 
material over her sensuously flaring hips and down along the tapering 
columns of her lovely white legs. Still watching his lust-glazed eyes, she 
unbuttoned her blouse then slid it provocatively off over her shoulders and 
finally, with a wide, sweeping movement, she unleashed her enormous, 
nipple-tipped breasts from the white lacy brassiere. She stood before him 
proudly nude, perfectly formed and perfectly unashamed, her soft 
hair-fringed cunt thrust wantonly out at him in a salacious pose of lewd 
invitation. Her hand snaked out once again to stroke his pulsing cock, 
encased still in the binding restriction of his trousers, which surged up to 
greet her expert touch. 

"How can I suck it when I can't even touch it?" she said coyly, smiling 
seductively up at Dan's handsome face, now gleaming with lust and desire. 

But she didn't wait for him to remove his clothes. Instead, the dark haired 
young woman took his zipper in her trembling fingers and slowly lowered it, 
then slid his pants and undershorts down over the muscular length of his 
legs. Meanwhile, Dan was ripping at the buttons of his shirt and by the time 
he stepped out of his pants, his chest was bare and heaving with his 
excitement as his rigidly throbbing pole shot forward, free at last from the 
painful strictures of his trousers. 

"Ummmm," Gloria whispered huskily. "Ummmmm, lover-man, it's beautiful black 
cock. A big beautiful black cock and I'm going to suck it like it's never 
been sucked before." 

The young woman kneeled down on the floor before the standing man, who 
leaned back against the wood walls, and took his pulsing pole in her soft, 
delicate hands and began to softly stroke up and down its fire-filled 
length, easing back the foreskin as she stroked. Dan looked down at this 
lurid scene as the burning lust raced from the base of his hairy balls to 
the ballooning tip of his red-hot penis while the young stranger's tongue 
slithered out from between her parted lips and grazed against the tiny glans 
head to taste the moist droplets of seminal fluid that had gathered there. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuugh!" he groaned at the sparks of inflamed desire that were 
searing through his whole body. 

"You like, lover-man?" she laughed, sending her deliciously teasing tongue 
out once again towards his blood-engorged cock-head . . 

The twelve year-old, Toby, and the fifteen year-old, Toby, and the fifteen 
year-old, Alice, sat together on the soft, comfortable sofa in Ted's living 
room, her tender young hand resting on Toby's strong young thigh, 
occasionally tracing erotic little designs on his flesh so that sensual 
thrills of lust-filled delight raced up and down his back and through his 
young boy-cock. His arm was wrapped around her soft shoulder and once in a 
while his eager young fingers would slip down to gently caress the 
voluptuously smooth flesh of her rounded breast over her short, sheer 
blouse. She smiled up at him with obvious desires and he was just about to 
suggest that they find a more secluded corner when Ted Thompson approached 
and sat down next to them, his strong hands clutching several magazines. 

He leaned over towards them and whispered on his breath, "I've got some wild 
pictures here that I thought you two might like to see." 

"Oh?" Alice replied, suspecting already just what those pictures might be 
like. 

"Yeah - want to see them now?" he asked, his eyes glazed with liquor and the 
distinct lust he felt for the curvaceous young teenage girl. 

"Sure," Toby replied enthusiastically, reaching over to take one of the 
magazines which Ted offered. He placed the magazine on his lap and flipped 
open the first page, then gasped in lurid surprise at the naked figures 
entwined there. "Wow!" he sighed. "Just look at that!" 

"I am looking," Alice replied, her little pink tongue sliding out of her 
glistening lips to lick them hotly. 

On the page before them, in full and glorious color, was a dark haired young 
man whose muscles seemed almost ready to burst through his skin. He was 
lying on a white fur rug which set off brilliantly the deep tan of his 
glistening flesh. He was lying face-down, and around his waist were 
straddled the beautifully tapering legs of a buxom blonde, whose moistly 
shining cunt was spread wide beneath the man. On her face was a salaciously 
lewd smile, her teeth whitely gleaming while her tongue played impishly 
along her ruby-red lips and her hands were clasped tightly around the man's 
head, her long fingers buried in his dark, curly hair. The man's mouth was 
deliciously wrapped around one of her full-blown alabaster breasts whiFe the 
other jutted triumphantly upwards, its berry-like nipple standing proudly in 
rigid erection. 

"God, this is ... better than Playboy!" Toby stammered, his hand now 
clutching tightly to Alice's shoulder. "Wow, I've never seen anything like 
this before!" 

"Me, either," echoed Alice, her fingers digging now tightly into the twelve 
year old's thigh with hungry arousal. 

Ted stared at the couple with undisguised delight. "I'm glad you like them, 
kids." he said. 

Suddenly, Toby glanced up from the almost living room and his eyes darted 
quickly around the room. 

"Don't worry," Ted assured him, "nobody is going to disturb us, least of all 
your parents!" 

Toby looked startled, wondering how this man could have read his thoughts. 
And what did he mean by that? What are my parents doing? Well, who cares! 
All I want to see are more of these pictures! 

With eager young enthusiasm, the boy turned the page. 

Charline Sutter sat by the swimming pool, her bare feet luxuriously dangling 
in the cool blue water. She had needed some fresh air all of a sudden, 
feeling a tight numbness coming into her stomach and a dizzy, giddy, 
light-headed-ness creeping through her mind. Yes, a breath of fresh, cool 
night air was just what she needed and the cool water of the pool sent an 
invigorating tingle through her body. She leaned back, supporting her torso 
on her arms, and closed her lovely brown eyes, throwing her head back and 
enjoying the chilling ocean breeze that played across her beautiful brown 
face. 

Suddenly, she felt a hot wet mouth at her throat and two eager hands at her 
voluptuously curved breasts. Her whole body tensed as the startled young 
black mother opened her eyes and saw Dave Johnson hovering over her. 

"Don't be frightened. It's only me," he laughed. 

Charline felt her breath quicken as she looked guiltily about her. But no 
one else was outside and the dim light in the living room showed no signs of 
animated life. Then, she lowered her eyes shyly, trying to stifle the giggle 
of impending delight that gurgled in her throat. Her hand reached up and 
began to roam through his hair and then, losing her support, she fell 
backwards until she fell flat on the cool soft grass, her hand still 
reaching up invitingly towards Dave Johnson. 

Memories of their sexual encounters during the past week surged into her 
mind and swirled around with the alcohol there to form a hazy, lust-clouded 
picture of pleasure. And she wanted him to fuck her again, wanted him now, 
wanted him'to fuck her tonight! But not out here, not where anyone could 
stumble onto them! 

"Charline . . . you want me, I can tell. And I want you, too. I want to fuck 
you and fuck you and fuck you until you can't move much less to walk!" 

"Oh, Dave," the young mother crooned, feeling her little nipples harden at 
the lewd desire surging through her aroused body, feeling her pussy tingle 
and throb and moisten with desire and her heart began to beat faster and 
faster. She knew she was beyond control now, way beyond the 
point-of-no-return, as wave after wave of burning desire inundated her loins 
and invaded her mind, and her curvaceously sloping breasts were already hot 
and quivering with raging desire as his hands roamed freely over them. 

No! Not here! I can't. . . Not out here in the open where Dan or Toby might 
see us! Oh, God, if only my body didn't roar with lust every time this man 
or Ted touches me! Oh, God, I can't let him fuck me right here! 

Yet she reached up and drew Dave down to her, locking her lust-moistened 
lips onto his, sending her hot scorching tongue into his mouth and battling 
there with his darting, probing tongue. Her hips began to undulate as his 
hand snaked down towards the lusciously tempting "vee" between her spreading 
thighs and she knew she was lost, hopelessly mired in the bog of her own 
lust-crazed desire. She knew that sooner or later - probably sooner - she 
would be nakedly writhing in his arms, feeling his heatedly throbbing, lust 
driven cock fucking up into her seethingly yearning cunt walls . . . 

Tearing her mouth away from his she exclaimed with panting breath, "Dave . . 
. don't fuck me here! We have to ... find . . . someplace more . . . 
private. Please!" 

"Ok, baby, ok. Take it easy. Just take it easy," Dave whispered 
comfortingly. 

In the darkened living room, the only sounds were the heavy breathing of the 
three people on the couch, a light shining down from above onto the full 
color magazines spread out on their laps. Suddenly they were surprised by 
the presence of another person sitting down on the couch beside Toby, who 
sat at one end of the Ted sat at the other, with Alice sandwiched delectably 
between them. 

"Oh, hi Maggie," Ted said cheerfully. "We were just looking at some pictures 
here. Care to join us?" 

"Indeed I would," the voluptuous young blonde said, reaching over Toby's lap 
to take one of the magazines. She spread it open between her lap and his and 
he hardly noticed when her arm slid up and around his virile young 
shoulders. 

He didn't notice because he was staring wide-eyed at the picture she had 
opened to. There was a young girl, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, apparently 
writhing on a studio couch. She was, of course, completely naked and her 
firmly rounded young breasts were white in stark contrast to the bronzed tan 
of her satiny-smooth skin. Her silky blond pubic hair matched the long 
straight blonde hair flowing like a golden halo from her head back onto the 
pillow. Her right hand and arm were extended down over the taut flatness of 
her beautiful belly and her fingers nestled between her wide-splayed thighs, 
their tips tantalizingly buried in the glistening wetness of her petal-like, 
hair-fringed cuntal lips! 

"Wow," the twelve year-old exclaimed, a whistle in his breath. He was so 
enraptured by the salacious image on the page that he hardly noticed Alice 
sliding slowly away from him on the couch and over towards the lithe, broad 
figure of Ted Thompson! He didn't hear, either, that Ted's breath began to 
sound suddenly heavy and that his hand was slowly exploring the soft 
territory of Alice's lush, fleshy thigh as the two gaped in lust-filled 
excitement at the image of the magazine that was spread open between their 
two laps, as much as Ted hoped to spread open the heavenly young legs of 
fifteen year-old Alice Laver! 

Ted was growing more and more excited, not so much by the images on the 
pages as he had seen those many times before, but instead by the provocative 
youthfulness and voluptuous beauty of the young teenage girl beside him on 
the couch. He could almost feel her leg against his, and in the dim light 
watched the quick rise and fall of her pulsing young breasts as she leaned 
forward to get a closer view of the salacious images on the pages of the 
magazine. She was obviously becoming more and more excited and Ted licked 
his lips in lust-filled anticipation of the feel of his rigidly aching cock 
slithering up into her moist teenage cunt! 

Maggie, of course, would take care of Toby. Good care! She especially liked 
young boys once in a while and had been quite delighted when Ted had told 
her that the twelve year-old Toby would be all hers for the taking! Yes, and 
Toby wouldn't be able to resist her even if he wanted to . . . although he'd 
be a fool to want to! Maggie was an acknowledged expert when it came to 
matters of sexual adventure -Ted could vouch for that! 

Meanwhile, the delectable little teenager next to him made no move to get 
away from his anxious hand resting on the tender flesh of her thigh. She was 
staring in mesmerized fascination at the nude male figure on the page, at 
the blond, sun-burned body that posed provocative- ly in the sand of a 
spacious beach, one leg propped up and spread wide from the other to give an 
unhindered view of his enlarged, protruding penis and his tantalizing 
sperm-sacs hanging behind. His torso was propped up on one arm and the other 
dangled demurely over his groin, his fingers slipping in beneath his 
massively erect organ, the thumb stretched up, grazing the slightly 
lubricated glans tip provocatively. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed, her voice husky with her rapidly growing desire. Ted 
boldly let his hand slide up the creamy smooth flesh of her thigh, over the 
tight short-shorts and into the inviting "vee" between her legs. It was 
already damp with her uncontrollable vaginal secretions there and Ted smiled 
lecherously, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before she was begging 
for his cock. She moved her legs wider apart to accept and encourage his 
wandering hand, sliding ever closer to him, pressing her swelling, throbbing 
young breasts against his sleeveless arm. 

Ted wasn't surprised when he felt her hand grope down towards his thigh and 
began to stroke it faster and faster in time to her rapidly increasing 
breathing. Her eyes gaped open still as her other hand anxiously reached to 
flip the page, to go onto the next erotic tableau! Damn, she certainly is a 
hot little teenager! God, I knew it wouldn't take much, but this is 
incredible! Damn! Just feel that hot little cunt already soaked down there, 
too! Jesus, she doesn 't even care that Toby is still here on the couch! 
Well, for that matter, I don't either! Well, the little bitch is hot for 
cock and she's going to get it -- and soon! 

Ted looked around now for Toby, only to discover that he and Maggie had slid 
off of the couch and onto the floor. They were already lying down, the 
magazine widespread in front of them, each turned half on his side as they 
flipped the pages over one after another. Maggie had, without preamble and 
without warning, automatically reached for Toby's young groin and his prick, 
already throbbing from the sight of the masturbating girl, surged and leapt 
wildly and a distinct gasp escaped from his throat. Then he felt her hot, 
wet tongue tracing erotic circles around his ear and then suddenly it lashed 
inward like a burning firebrand. Toby was too shocked to react, even when 
she grasped his young hand and placed it on her hotly seeping cunt while she 
unzipped his fly! 

God! What's going on here! This older woman . . . what is she doing? What 
does she want? Damn, she's getting me so hot and bothered that I'm liable to 
cum right in her hand! 

Then his mind reeled and trembled as he felt her hot hand reach inside his 
trousers to extract his expanding, firm young cock and that was when he lost 
all self-control. He didn't care about anything anymore except the 
satisfaction of his viriley aroused young cock, the release of the burning 
pressure building like a roaring forest fire in his balls. She was stroking 
him now, stroking his pulsing, passion-hardening prick with slow, 
tantalizing motions and he moaned with hot-blooded, spiraling, swirling 
desire, oblivious to everything in the world except the lust-heated burning 
in his balls . . . 

Ted, meanwhile, was letting his hungry hands roam freely over Alice's soft, 
melon-shaped young breasts down inside her blouse, his thumb rolling 
sublimely over their hard, erectly distended nipples. God, she was a hot 
little devil, even if she is only fifteen years old! Her own young hand was 
now furiously stroking and massaging his rigidly expanding cock beneath his 
trousers and she was breathing in ragged, uneven pants with her wide-open 
eyes still locked on the full-color pages with their naked male figures 
entwined in various positions of love with other naked female figures. The 
nakedly exposed scenes almost seemed alive to the young girl, almost 
animated as though the figures were actually living and breathing and moving 
right there on the page. 

Ted put his lips close to her ear and let his tongue lash hotly into it 
before he whispered hotly into it, "Well, Alice, do you like the pictures? 
Do they excite you? Do they make you feel . . . good? Do they make you . . . 
want to ... fuck?" he whispered with husky desire undisguised in his 
baritone voice. 

The fifteen year old nodded eagerly, her hand squeezing the girth of his 
prick even harder and her breasts squirming and shivering beneath the erotic 
ministrations of his hands. At last she turned to face him, her eyes glazed 
and tearing with anxiously excited lust, her lips moistened by her roving 
tongue, her face flushed with hot red passion. "Oh, yes," she 
half-whispered, half-hissed. "Yes, I want to fuck!" 

"Well, then, little girl, I'm gonna fuck you! I'm going to fuck you good, 
with my long hot hard cock in your cock-hungry cunt. Would you like that, 
Alice? Would you like to feel my cock fucking up inside your naked pussy?" 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Thompson! Yes! Oh, come on and fuck me, fuck me, please!" 

"Call me Ted," he implored, gazing down into her sex-glazed young eyes. 
"Call me Ted now that we're going to be such . . . intimate . . . friends!" 

Ted was too concerned with his own conquest to keep track of Maggie's. But 
at that very moment Maggie was just lowering her blonde head towards Toby's 
now rigidly erect and madly throbbing cock while she heard him groan with 
the intense pleasure he knew was about to descend on his hotly pulsing 
organ. She let her tongue flick out and around the blood-bloated head, 
lapping up its seminal secretions hungrily like a sex-starved animal. It 
wasn't long before Maggie took the entire swollen head of his boy-cock into 
the warm, moist confines of her mouth and began sucking on it like the 
expert she was with tantalizing eagerness. She used her hotly excited tongue 
and dazzlingly white teeth and her tightly ovalling lips, blowing him with 
such magnificent ardor that the young twelve year old almost cried out loud 
like a caged animal suddenly set free. Instead he merely moaned with the 
excruciating pleasure shuttering through his loins while his eyes closed and 
opened and closed and opened again. He continued to moan while his buttocks 
moved in erotic rhythm responding to the expertly sucking mouth ovalled 
around his rigidly quaking boy-cock and he knew that no other pleasure in 
all of his young life compared even remotely to this new seething passion 
churning hotly in the base of his balls! 

Ted heard the boy moaning and knew that Maggie must be doing her work well. 
He, too, was rapidly advancing in his conquest of Alice Laver. He had bared 
her tremulous young breasts completely now and was nibbling and sucking and 
suckling at them with lust-crazed delight, his tongue and lips working 
together with erotic rapture on the silky smooth flesh. Alice had by then 
reached into his crotch to massage the fully palpitating length of his 
lust-hardened man-cock with a slow, tantalizing rhythm while the middle 
finger of her other hand was busily flicking in and out of his exposed 
asshole. His pants had come off long ago and now he eagerly reached around 
for the zipper of her tight shorts, fumbling with blind rage as his fingers 
slipped again and again in their unsuccessful effort to undress her. 
Finally, with a great sigh of triumph, he succeeded and before long his 
fingers were anxiously seeking her eagerly waiting young cunt as he 
continued to suck and lick and orally caress her beautifully firm young 
breasts. 

"Yes, fuck'me," she whispered hotly into his ear. "Fuck me with your big 
man-sized cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, damn you!" 

"Oh, yes, I will and don't you worry," Ted assured her. "But before I do, 
how would you like me to lick you juicy little cunt?" 

"Oh yes, lick me! Lick me and fuck me, too! Oh, please!" 

Toby heard Alice's cry as if through a dense fog but he heard Maggie's voice 
distinctly enough. 

"Ummmmm, you have a very tasty cock, young man," she whispered. "Very tasty 
indeed. I'm going to suck it and suck it and suck it until the cum shoots 
right out of your balls -- what do you think of that?" 

Suddenly, the thought of being discovered by his parents invaded the youth's 
lust-paralyzed mind. His eyes, glazed with lust and liquor though they were, 
quickly darted around the dimly lit room in apprehensive investigation. 

"Hey, Toby, don't worry about your parents. Believe me, you don't have to 
worry about them. They are being well taken care of, I can assure you. All 
you have to worry about is me, lover-boy, and giving me my own satisfaction 
after I give you yours!" 

"But ... but ... Alice?" he questioned tentatively. 

"Alice is right now happy in the arms of Ted Thompson. So don't worry about 
her, okay?" the older blonde crooned, bending down once more to take the 
full turgid length of his twelve year old cock into the moistly heated 
depths of her eagerly sucking mouth. 

Toby obeyed. And groaned with ecstatic, erotic desire. 

 Chapter Eight 

Gloria Simpson purred contentedly, the tremors of her orgasm still quaking 
through her body as she lay still, sighing, happily fulfilled and satiated. 
Dan's now deflating cock still nestled in the warm softness of her 
cum-filled vagina as they lay on the enormous double bed in Ted Thompson's 
bedroom. How many cums had she had? Two? Three? One when Dan had so 
deliciously licked her excruciatingly steaming cunt . . . one when she had 
sucked his cock until it gushed like Niagara "Falls into her mouth . . . one 
when at last his firebrand ramrod was securely sheathed in the softly 
yielding walls of her hungrily clenching vagina . . . had there been others? 
She could hardly remember now . . . her mind was already on the next one! 

Dan lay back, exhausted from his latest sexual escapade with a woman other 
than his wife. His dark brown skin glistened with sweat and small 
shudderings of residual passion shook through his muscular young body and he 
moaned with complete and thorough satisfaction. He never thought he'd come 
across another female who could be as wild and insatiable as Alice had been 
. . . but Gloria Simpson was like an electrified sexual magnet and she knew 
all the tricks in the book! 

Gloria sat up to rub her white sensual hands over Dan's chest, her fingers 
working in teasingly erotic circles around his dark nipples. Her lips smiled 
and her eyes were still tearing with joy as she spoke softly to him. 

"My God, you sure know how to give a girl a good fuck! God, I can't tell you 
how wonderful you were!" 

"Thanks," Dan replied modestly. "You weren't so bad yourself, you know." 

"After all the experience I've had, honey, I should be good!" she exclaimed 
proudly. 

Her words jolted him. He hadn't thought of her as any innocent young virgin, 
but her boastful attitude was something he had never encountered before. His 
eyebrows arched and his face took on a puzzled air. 

"What do you mean by that?" he asked. 

"Oh come on, lover boy, you know exactly what I mean," she laughed. "I mean 
there isn't a man in this house tonight that I haven't fucked -- except your 
son, of course, and I plan to get to him later on!" Her eyes were laughing 
now as she roared out loud, the perplexed, shocked look on his face striking 
her as uproariously funny. 

"Don't look so grim, lover," she continued 

"It happens all the time! Besides, I thought you knew about it. I thought 
that's why Ted invited you and your wife tonight!" 

My wife! God, Charline! If what this woman is saying is true . . . what is 
happening to Charline right now? Oh God! Dan wasn't in the least worried 
about Alice -- she could take care of herself. Besides, she'd probably love 
the idea of group sex, of one cock, slamming into her cock-hungry cunt while 
another slipped in and out of her ruby-red young lips! And Toby . . . well, 
he was a little young ... but then, you're never too young to learn about 
sex! If he didn't know already, being with Alice Laver! 

But Charline! 

"Look, I ... well, no I didn't know," Dan said, feeling suddenly very 
helpless and uneasy. "And I don't think I like the idea very much." 

"Oh? Well, you liked fucking me, didn't you?" the voluptuous young blonde 
asked. 

"Yes! Of course I did! But that's different. It's . . . well . . . it's my 
wife I'm concerned about, you see." 

"Oh, I wouldn't be too concerned about her if I were you," Gloria laughed, 
running her hands lower down along his flat stomach and letting one finger 
slip tantalizingly in and out of the small indentation of his navel. "I'm 
sure that Ted or Dave -- or both! -- can take good care of her!" 

"Now wait a minute," the outraged young husband protested. "You don't 
understand. My wife isn't like that!" 

Pursing her moistly glistening lips, the seductive young blonde asked 
demurely, "Oh? And what is she like?" 

"Well, she's . . . she's ..." the confused young husband asked, feeling the 
flames of desire once again licking at his eager young loins as Gloria's 
hand reached the hair-covered area of his manhood. 

"I'll tell you what she is," Gloria declared triumphantly, "and I've only 
just met her tonight: she's a woman. A hot-blooded, sexually alive young 
woman! With a beautiful and sensual nature. And, believe it or not, her body 
is rto/your exclusive possession, like your car or your house or your pipe! 
No, her body was built for pleasure and she deserves as much pleasure as she 
can find whether it is in your bed or someone else's -- or in everyone 
else's! It can't hurt your pleasure one bit if hers comes from somewhere 
else as well as long as she can satisfy you and you can satisfy her!" 

Dan lay dazed. Slowly, as this brazen young woman was speaking so urgently, 
so wholeheartedly, he began to realize that what she was saying might, just 
might be true. He shook his head, confused, dazed by the creeping 
realizations were beginning to crawl into his mind. He had been, up to now, 
almost completely impotent with Charline . . . and yet with Alice and Gloria 
he had no problem whatsoever in achieving the full delirium of ecstatic 
orgasm. Perhaps . . . perhaps he was demanding too much of his wife when he 
demanded her exclusive love, when he secretly demanded that she love her son 
less and him more. Furthermore, he had discovered, both with Alice and with 
Gloria, the sex without love could be just as spine-tingling, just as 
ultimately fulfilling as sex with love had been in Charline's arms, up until 
a few months ago . . . 

Maybe . . . just maybe . . . "Come on," he said, gripped by a sudden 
determination. "Let's get back to the party. I want to find my wife." 

Dave Johnson had assured Charline that they would be free from prying eyes 
in Ted's spacious living room. 

"Besides," he grinned, "if there is anyone else in there, I can assure you 
that they'll be much too busy to notice us!" 

"But . . . who? I don't understand," the young black mother began. But she 
didn't have the energy to protest too strongly for the scorching waves of 
unabashed desire were nearly tearing her apart. She had to get this man's 
cock inside her seething, steaming cunt. And the sooner the better. That was 
all that mattered now _ his lust-hardened cock battering into her yearning, 
wildly desirous cunt! 

As soon as they stepped into the living room she heard the clearly sexual 
noises of the other people. But how many were there? Two? Three? Five? She 
couldn't tell. All the moans and sighs and gasping breaths mingled together 
in her mind . . . the slight sucking noises of their mouths . . . the 
slapping sounds of their bodies . . . Ted and Maggie? Ted and Gloria? Dan? 
DAN? No, not Dan . . . someone else . . . 

Dave pulled her right down to the floor and his lips came moistly down on 
hers, his lashing fiery tongue probing exquisitely into her warmly waiting 
mouth. She sucked his tongue gently, letting her body melt into his there in 
the dimly lit room while the sounds of the other lovers dissolved into the 
sounds of her own rapturous moans. She could feel her breasts and cunt begin 
to tremble and quiver with unrestrained delight and desire and as she held 
the kiss long and hard she could sense his own growing passion, feel his 
anxious cock straining against his confining trousers. Yes, it was getting 
harder and harder and the scorching heat of desire was flicking at her cunt 
and teasing her throbbing brown breasts. 

"God, Charline, I've got to fuck you! Got to, right now," he whispered 
urgently. 

The sound of his pleading voice made her all the more frantic and she 
reached down to boldly stroke the instrument of her desire as it lunged out 
against his trousers, feeling more wicked and delighted than she had in a 
long time. The tingling shiver of her cunt as their tongues continued to 
intertwine and caress one another. 

"Come on, let's get out of these clothes," he urged and his hands trembled 
as he reached around to unzip her short, skimpy dress. She lifted the dress 
urgently over her head and dropped it softly to the floor, and Dave smiled 
lecherously when he discovered that all she wore beneath it was a pair of 
filmy white lace panties that contrasted seductively with the darkness qf 
her skin. These she removed too, slowly, teasingly, sliding them down the 
long tapering length of her curvaceous legs while Dave struggled to free 
himself of his clothing. 

Dave reached out to pull her down, to run his eager hot hands over her naked 
earth-brown flesh. She lay still for the first several moments, savoring the 
deliciously wicked sensations that were burning through her loins and 
throughout her entire naked body. She groaned with sublime satisfaction as 
his hands found the' tremulous mounds of her breasts and as he then kissed 
each throbbing nipple into vibrant, rigid erection. 

Dave pressed his wetly eager mouth around the full voluptuous curves of her 
twin, naked mounds, first one then the other, and through the longing haze 
of her own rampant lust the soft wet sucking sounds of the others in the 
room seeped into her mind. The sound of someone else's passion only served 
to arouse her own still further as the hungrily excited young black mother 
reached down to grasp Dave's head as his mouth continued its erotically 
stimulating work on the quivering mounds of her breasts. 

Then his mouth began a moist nibbling down along the flatness of her 
copper-skinned belly, pausing to lash his tongue provocatively into her 
navel. She quivered uncontrollably from the unexpected feeling of his wet 
tongue hotly lashing there, and now she dropped her hands between them to 
search for his rigidly quavering cock which she finally found. Uttering a 
cry of ecstasy, she grasped its pulsing hotness in her hands and began 
eagerly to stroke its hard flesh, letting her fingertips pause tantalizingly 
at the already slightly lubricated, blood-swollen cock-head. 

"Oh, Dave," she sighed, completely carried away now by the unquenchable 
thirst of her own desire. 

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you tonight like you've never been fucked before," he 
promised, his breath coming hot and heavy onto her naked neck, his tongue 
sliding along its length to tease at her earr. "God, how I am going to fuck 
you, woman!" 

Charline smiled to herself at the thought of his long, fleshy ramrod 
plundering deep around up inside her wildly clasping cunt, plunging in and 
out again and again with long, steady, even, cunt-battering strokes! And 
then, once again, 

Dave's hotly hungry lips closed down onto her nakedly quivering nipples and 
began to suck voracioiusly at the erectly throbbing little sprouts. His 
hands meanwhile explored the plain of her flat belly and the sensitive 
surface of her inner thighs, while his mouth continued to play wetly around 
her throbbing nipples, moving wetly from one to the other until finally she 
could stand it no longer. 

"Oh God, Dave! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me soon . . . now . . . yes, fuck me 
nooooo wwwww!" 

Toby was sucking and suckling delirously at the soft fleshy folds of 
Maggie's sweet-smelling cunt, enraptured by the sheer delight ripping 
through his own cock as she sucked hungrily at its hotly heated length. He 
slaved on and on in the lush tropical regions of her anxiously clasping 
cunt, tasting the fragrant moisture there until he was sure she was about to 
explode with orgasmic ecstasy under his wickedly flicking tongue. 

Her mouth was voraciously sucking still onhis yung, boyishly rigid hardness, 
and the churning burning in the base of his cum-laden balls felt like it 
would explode and race through his eager, mouth-fucking cock any second now. 
God, he had never known pleasure this intense, this sublime, not even with 
Alice! This was something even more incredible than his most vivid 
fantasies! Her velvety soft mouth felt like heaven as-it sucked on his hotly 
throbbing young penile flesh, as her tongue teasingly swirled over the 
excitedly throbbing head licking away the droplets of his fresh youthful 
seminal fluid as if it was sweet honey! 

Through the dizzying daze of his own rapture, the twelve year old suddenly 
heard other noises in the room. His first impulse was to raise his head, to 
see what was going on, but the pressure of her bobbing head on his loins and 
her cunt poised over his greedily working mouth prevented that. Ah well . . 
. it's probably just Ted and Alice anyway, the youth assured himself and so 
he closed his eyes and continued the thrusting of his hotly licking tongue 
into Maggie's seething, smouldering cunt. He could still hear them, though . 
. . they sounded like they were on the floor . . . somewhere . . . maybe 
over by the door ... 

Suddenly, Maggie removed her sucking mouth from his heavy hard penis and 
whispered erotically into his ear, "Crawl up between my legs and fuck me, 
lover-boy! Fuck me good and fuck me now!" 

Toby, of course, obeyed without the slightest thought of dissent. The cool 
air rushing against his heated young cock shaft had made him shiver and he 
knew that the girl beside him was nothing more than a quivering mass of 
blazing desire while he felt his own male organ trembling violently with 
frantic desire. Without hesitation he slid between her voluptuously spread 
thighs and fucked his eagerly throbbing pole of flesh into the warm, wet 
folds of her willing and waiting cunt. He felt the juices of her desire 
lubricating his path as she spread her legs wide out on either side of him 
in open invitation to his invading cock. Her cuntal lips splayed wide before 
his plunging prick and she helped by reaching down between them with her 
fingers and spreading the soft, hair-lined lips even farther apart to insure 
an unencumbered entrance for her cuntal conquerer. 

Toby grinned down at the writhing mass of female flesh beneath him. A 
triumphant little grin crossed his face as he felt the supreme satisfaction 
of enjoying the lust-filled cunt of an older woman! Christ, she must be 
practically thirty, for God's sake! She must be almost as old as my mom! It 
was a breathtaking experience for the twelve year old as his eagerly 
hardened prick slipped easily up into her liquid-soft cuntal passage. 

The boy began to fuck up into the churning, steaming cuntal cavity with a 
lust-driven vigor and it was only when he heard the harshly whispered words 
coming from the other man in the room that he froze, his eyes blinking 
rapidly, a look of unqualified horror on his fresh young face. That wasn't 
Ted over there . . . Ted must be somewhere else in the room. That was his 
friend Dave Johnson -- and the voice that replied was ... oh no! 

The words the boy heard were these: "God, how I want to fuck you, woman! 
Fuck your ass off! 

And the woman's, heavy with lust, replied, "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, Dave! 
Yeeeeeeessss! Please, fuck me hard!" 

Charline had hardly been able to control her own impetuous, reckless desire 
to be fucked by Dave Johnson, and the sooner the better. She had watched 
with ecstatic fascination as his enormously swollen prick poised like a 
red-hot iron rod above her hotly trembling pussy lips, and she shivered with 
delight at her impending fate. She blotted out the cries and squeals of the 
other couple in the room as she saw Dave take his hotly bloated prick in his 
hands and hold it tantalzingly, teasingly, over the wetly seeping, dark 
curl-fringed slit up between her widespread thighs. 

"God, how I want to fuck you, woman! Fuck your ass off!" he groaned with 
heavy, hot breath. 

"Oh yes, fuck me, Dave! Yeeeeeesssss! Please, fuck me hard!" 

Like a giant stab, like a long, sharply pointed dagger sliding into her 
flesh like butter, like a thick steel sword going straight to her broken 
heart, she heard a voice crack the air with anguish. 

"Mom! Oh my God, Mom!" 

Horrified, the young black mother snapped her head around, but she could see 
nothing. She could hear, before, the nakedly writhing figures, but still she 
couldn't see them. Of course, she didn't have to, really. She recognized 
Toby's shocked voice at once. 

Suddenly, he was there. "Mom . . . what? I ... I don't ... I don't 
understand! Mom?" he cried, his voice choked with disbelief. 

The mortified young mother's voice caught in her paralyzed throat as she 
searched her fevered, tortured brain for an answer to her son's pleading 
question. Now she could see him clearly, and she could see too the nakedly 
sprawled figure of Maggie Miller behind him, her legs spread obscenely wide, 
her chest heaving and her naked breasts shimmering in the dim light. 

It was Dave who spoke first. "Damn if it isn't Toby! Well, isn't this a 
sweet family reunion! Now all we need is Dan!" 

"No! Stop it! Stop it! Shut up, you bastard," the quaking young mother 
screamed,  thrashing to free herself from beneath Dave's powerful young 
naked body. All thought of her impending lust-driven sexual encounter with 
Dave Johnson vanished, of course, from the young mother's tormented mind. 
All thoughts of erotically ecstatic orgasm disappeared and dissolved into 
panicked gloom at the sight of her nakedly questioning son. 

"Mom . . . you were . . . you were about to ... fuck . . . with this guy! 
With Dave! But ... where's Dad? What about Dad?" he asked, a disbelieving 
urgency amplifying his voice, the innocence of his youth blazing in his 
twelve year old eyes. 

Tears now filled Charline's eyes as well and rushed down her cheeks in a 
steady torrent. She rolled to her knees and looked up at her son, still 
speechless, still without the words to explain to him about why she was here 
with Dave Johnson. She never thought about asking him what he was doing in 
that room but only longed for his forgiveness, his sympathy and perhaps even 
his understanding. 

"Oh Toby! Oh my precious Toby! I ... I ... oh, pleave forgive me, please!" 
the anguished young black mother cired, throwing herself into his strong 
young arms. 

Toby was confused, dazed, shocked by what he had discovered; yet at the same 
time he was filled with compassion and sympathy for his grieving mother, 
stroking her naked back and whispering comforting words in her ear. Neither 
he nor his wailing mother cared now for their discarded love partners, nor 
for the two enraptured people still madly making love with passionate sighs 
and groans in some other darkened corner of the room, oblivious to the 
traumatic scene being enacted by mother and son. "Please, please fogive me," 
Charline murmured over and over again, not caring at all for anything in the 
world except the dear love of her precious, handsome twelve year old son. 

"Mom, it's okay . . . Mom, don't cry . . . Mom ..." the boy began, but 
faltered. 

His attempt to comfort her suddenly had a mellowing effect on Charline 
Sutter and she began to feel as though everything would be all right after 
all. She couldn't explain it to herself or anyone else but along with the 
anguished guilt and shocking horror which festered in her naked young body, 
now there was some vague aura of protective love and filial forgiveness, 
too, as he held her tightly in his arms, running his hands down along her 
back and neck. She returned his naked embrace as tightly as she could, 
wanting somehow to dissolve into him, to melt into his kind and loving 
forgiveness. 

Toby, too, sensed this overwhelming closeness between himself and his mother 
and his mind, too, was torn between guilt and shame on the one hand and 
sympathetic compassion on the other. The youngster didn't know what else to 
do besides whispering words of loving comfort, so he merely held her tighter 
in his ' strong young arms, feeling the enormous mounds of her quivering 
breasts and her marble-hard nipples digging into his hairless young chest, 
feeling her tears dripping from her flushed face onto his shoulders. "Mom . 
. . it's okay . . . Mom, please don't cry . . . Mom, come on now . . . don't 
cry . . .it's all right," he whispered softly in her ear. 

Dave Johnson had by now crawled over to where Maggie sat on the floor, her 
knees folded up to her ample, rounded breasts and her arms wrapped around 
them, hugging her kness to her chest. Her eyes were wide, her mouth 
half-open in surprise and awe and suddenly words came tumbling out of her 
mind through her half-open mouth. "Well, I'll be damned . . . look at those 
two, will you? Son of a bitch . . . I'll be damned ..." Dave merely shook 
his head back and forth and looked at Maggie, as though she might be able to 
offer him some valid explanation. The sudden shock had, of course, caught 
him as unawares as it had caught Charline, but his own excited sexual desire 
did not disappear quite as quickly as hers! His cock still jutted out from 
his hairy loins and demanded satisfaction. 

Looking at Maggie, nakedly fascinated by this incredible spectacle of mother 
and son, an idea suddenly snapped into his mind. "Look, Maggie," he said, 
smiling with deviltry, "maybe we ought to leave them alone. Maybe . . . 
well, maybe you and I could . . . finish what we started with them!" 

"Not a bad idea, lover. I'm game if you are," she replied, licking her moist 
lips provocatively. Dave smiled broadly, put his strong young arms around 
her and, pulling her towards his nakedness, kissed her long and full on her 
glistening lips. Maggie snaked out her hand then to grasp his hardened 
length of hot male flesh and gently began to stroke it with lewd little 
seductive motions. They each smiled inwardly as their lips met and their 
tongues darted out in search of one another. 

Toby still sat with his mother enfolded in his twelve year old arms and 
slowly they sank back to the floor and she lay beside him, content to be 
embraced so warmly by her divinely forgiving son. She nestled happily in the 
warmth and security of his arms and then she felt a new tingling sensation 
shiver down her spine as Toby began to kiss away the hot tears on her 
flushed cheeks. His kisses were light and affectionate but then she began to 
return his kisses, leaving a trail of wetness along his neck and shoulders 
where her tears had fallen and soon, as he soothed and comforted her, 
holding her tighter and tighter, her kisses began to become longer, harder, 
more obviously passionate. She hardly heard him whimper in confusion as her 
lips pressed harder and harder against his naked neck, against his strong 
young shoulders, against his smooth, hairless young chest, around his pink, 
little-boy nipples . . . 

Before she knew what had happened, before Toby had a chance to fully 
comprehend what was going on, their lips had met in a long, hard, 
passion-fired kiss -- a kiss of lovers! In response, Toby's boy-cock began 
to swell and harden and grow from its formerly limp state. Every muscle in 
his body tensed as he realized what his enlarging penis was doing almost 
beyond his wishes and he gasped, watching his amplifying instrument crawl 
along his mother's soft brown belly, throbbing passionately into hardness 
against her velvety smooth skin. 

"Mom'. . . I . . . gee. I didn't mean ..." the youth stammered. 

"Shhh," his mother whispered, feeling his growing cock against her nakedness 
that was suddenly inciting a growing lust in her. The feel of it reminded 
her of her own unfulfilled sexual desires that had been so rudely 
interrupted and her cunt, left so unsatiated before, now yearned for a hot 
young cock, and the growing desire of her son now triggered new erotic 
sensations in her belly. It dawned on her slowly that her son must be 
feeling the same perverted desire that her naked body had totally aroused 
his! Well, he was still a boy in her mind . . . still only a twelve year old 
boy . . . but then, he had sent that young virile penis already smashing 
into Alice Laver's greeay young cunt ... so perhaps he was becoming a man 
more rapidly than his own mother realized! She realized now with a sudden 
clarity that she wanted him, wanted the erect boy-cock of her own son 
fucking into her now wretchedly frustrated cunt, to fill it with his hot 
young semen! It couldn't be wrong! She knew in her heart it was incest, but 
she couldn't help herself. 

"Oh Toby," she whispered passionately, trying to hold back the force of her 
own rampaging lust. She squeezed her already moistened pussy together with 
her fleshy young thighs, moaning from deep within her throat as the desire 
overwhelmed her body. She wasn't quite sure what had happened or why; all 
she knew was this wicked and unquenchable desire for her naked young son 
whose pulsing prick was lodged against her soft smooth belly. She knew her 
desire was wrong, evil, perverted . . . that no sin was worse than the 
wildfire of desire she now felt for her own precious son . . . and that she 
couldn't help herself, that she would ultimately have to satisfy the 
scorching desire burning in her neglected cunt. 

Slowly, tenderly, she moved her trembling fingers along his naked, hairless 
chest and down to his belly. Her mind was a swirling mass of dazed 
confusion, her conscience telling her to stop this degrading, repulsive 
action while her female instincts told her to satisfy her simmering desires 
no matter what the cost. God, how can I be doing this! With my own precious 
son! For God's sake, he's only twelve years old! Why is it that I cannot 
stop myself from touching my own son's penis? God, what is it that I want? 

Then, with a sudden, ringing clarity born of frustration, Charline Sutter 
knew what she wanted, what she had to have, what she could not deny to 
herself any longer: 

/ want to be fucked by my own son! Damn me, yes, I do! I want his hot young 
cock buried up to the hilt in my yearning cunt! I want Toby to fuck me! Oh 
God! 

Her trembling fingers now moved downwards along his chest and hovered just 
milimeters away from his rock-hard young cock. Suddenly, she had the 
boyishly ballooning shaft in her hands, stroking it with gentle, loving 
fingers. Toby gasped and nearly choked on his own breath. But he made no 
move to resist, no move to withdraw from the incestuous tableau. Instead, he 
crushed his naked young body against his mother's, meeting her lips once 
again in a lovingly passionate, hot, hard kiss, his tongue expertly darting 
into the soft warm recesses of her mouth. 

Charline now knew that this desire for her son had always been in the back 
of her mind, living in the base of her cunt, but she would never acknowledge 
its existence before. Always she had fought against the sinful urge to 
desire the rampaging cock of her own son. But now, now at last she had 
succumbed to perhaps the most important desire of her life! Now at last she 
felt free, unfettered, as if she had been unchained after long years of 
imprisonment! Now, she saw clearly, too, why she and Dan had developed so 
many problems together: in denying her passion-crazed desire for Toby, she 
had tried to replace the sexual love she felt with motherly love. All of her 
sexual energy, directed at Toby, had been repressed and so she had little 
sexual energy left for Dan. At least, not sexual energy with love, only the 
simple, naked animal lust which obviously couldn't satisfy him. No, a 
husband should have sex based on mutual love and respect and she had denied 
her husband that . . . yes, the problems they had been having were her 
fault, not Dan's! His obvious sexual ability with little Alice Laver proved 
that beyond a shadow of a doubt! Oh but now, now Charline Sutter was free, a 
new woman, one capable of loving both her husband and son in a meaningful, 
satisfying way! 

The young black mother was snapped back to the moment by the feel of Toby's 
hotly eager young hands kneading now at the softly resilient flesh of her 
buttocks and thighs. His whispered breath came hotly into her ear. "Mom, 
this is ... sensational! I always thought it was wrong . . . but not now! 
I've never felt anything . . . quite like this before!" 

"Oh, Toby!" his mother cried, the warmth of his lust-hard cock burning 
through her loins and up like wildfire to her desire-swollen breasts. Toby's 
hand on her breast felt like a hotly licking flame while the middle finger 
of his , other hand began to slide like a red-hot ramrod in and out of her 
wetly seeping pussy. 

"Oh, Mom! God, how I want to fuck you! Yes, I want to fuck you, my own 
mother," the twelve year old hissed, growing more and more impassioned with 
each wetly .fingering stroke into her churning cunt. "I want to fuck you and 
fuck you until we both cum together," Joby ranted. "I've never wanted 
anything so badly." 

"Oh, and I want you to fuck me! Yes, I want you to fuck me, my precious 
son!" Charline wailed. "Get up between my legs and fuck me, son, fuck me 
now!" 

He rolled quickly over on top of her, the tip of his quivering young penis 
now hovered just above her seething cunt and soon he plunged his hips 
downwards towards the softly furrowed valley between her wide-splayed 
thighs, grinding his desire-hardened young cock deep into his mother's 
steaming, creamy cunt. 

"Ooooh God," she groaned as she felt him fucking deeply up into the tightly 
clasping channel so that now the young black mother's openly pulsating pussy 
was totally filled by her own precious twelve year old's cock, just as she 
had been longing for, yearning for, craving for so long! 

"Oh, Toby!" Charline moaned as, wanting him still deeper up inside her, she 
suddenly rolled them both over, still skewered by his hard young boy-cock, 
so that she was now straddling his young nakedness from above. She dropped 
her head to his chest so that it nestled in the curve of his shoulder as she 
now assumed a kneeling position above him. "Yes, my son, yes my boy-lover, 
fuck up into me good!. Oh fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk! God, 
Toby, fuck me good!" 

Those were the first words that Dan Sutter heard when he entered the room. 
His eyes flew open in horrified disbelief when he saw Toby, his bronze, 
naked body pumping beneath the kneeling naked figure of Charline. The boys' 
hands kneaded and played tenderly along the satiny-smooth flesh of her 
buttocks and one outstretched finger teased along the tiny crevice of her 
tiny puckered anus and his other hand fondled the softly folding furrows of 
her hair-fringed pussy lips while his spearing granite-hard young cock 
thrust into her greedily clutching vaginal corridor, again and again, in and 
out like a hotly working piston. 

Neither of them heard Dan gasp, especially when his eyes discerned the 
nakedly fucking figures of Dave and Maggie nearby, nor when he heard the 
unmistakable sounds of Ted and Alice off in the darkness of a secluded 
corner. What in the hell is going on here? Gloria was right! The mystified, 
shocked young husband could do nothing for several long moments but stare at 
the incestuous picture before his eyes and at first he wanted to scream. He 
realized almost intuitively that this was not his wife's first encounter 
with another man . . . not by a long shot! 

But the more he watched, the more he saw of his own beautiful brown wife 
being fucked by the hotly plundering prick of her own son ... the more aware 
he became of how right 

Gloria had been before. Yes, he liked sex and wanted it -- so why shouldn't 
his wife? He had proven to himself that sex without love was not only 
possible but could be highly pleasurable and rewarding -- so why shouldn't 
his wife have discovered the same fundamental truth? And the more he watched 
. . . the more he watched his son's glistening young prick reaming in and 
out of Charline's lust-lubricated, petal-like cunt . . . the more he watched 
Dave Johnson fucking like a demon into Maggie Miller's eagerly receptive 
passion . . . the more he heard the ecstatic sighs and groans of Ted and 
Alice . . . the more he wanted to fuck someone himself! Yes, his cock was 
growing hard, hard, harder with excited lust ... he wanted more than 
anything else in the world at that moment to fuck madly into his own 
precious little wife . . . 

He had hurriedly thrown on his pants in the bedroom before coming and now he 
removed them with equal haste. Running across the floor to his wife and son, 
he peered down at them, then knelt beside them, his cock straight and hard 
and driven by a fevered lust. "Charline!" he whispered. "I want to fuck you! 
I want to fuck you right now!" 

The young black mother's eyes flew open and she gazed up at her handsome 
dark-skinned husband with longing and love. "Yes, darling, fuck me! Yes, I 
want you inside me, too . . . both of you, fucking into me at once! 

Yes, please, Dan, I love you and want you!" 

Dan did not delay. With happy determination he lunged his long hot hardness 
directly between her nakedly upturned buttocks and she felt a sudden jab of 
pain when his lust-bloated cock head pressed hotly into her tightly puckered 
anus. He caught hold of her shoulders and rammed into her as hard as he 
could, slamming his entire long hot hardness into the elastic ring of her 
rectal mouth until his cum-laden balls slapped down between her wide-splayed 
thighs below. Soon her momentary pain dissolved into sublime rapture as both 
father and son fucked into her in rhythmic, ecstatic unison, fucking their 
lust-hardened cocks deep up into her rectal and cuntal canals, with only the 
thin tissue of membrane between separating their salaciously impaling 
instruments. 

Dan fucked mercilessly into her rectal passage as he felt the final 
culmination of her erotic efforts convulse through her thrashing, 
struggling, naked brown body just as his own heated passion-fire exploded 
into a wildfire climax, shooting his scalding white cum into the dark 
regions of her rectal cavern. Her body nakedly squirmed as the spasm of 
sublime release shuddered through it and it was only seconds later that he 
heard his son wailing like a lust-driven naimal, "I'm cummmmmmmming! 
Aaaauuuugh!" 

The young black mother heaved and bucked against the twin force of the two 
spewing, wildly jerking cocks and the blinding impact of her own 
passion-pounding cum nearly made her faint dead away! Never, never before in 
all her life had she felt such sublime and mind-blinding pleasure from sex! 
Never before had she achieved such a mesmerizing height of erotic, ecstatic 
carnal rapture! 

Finally, the young mother fell forward, completely exhausted and thoroughly 
satisfied. Both Dan and Toby stayed deep up inside her cum-filled belly for 
a while, their now deflating cocks locked tightly up inside her satiated 
orifices, their sperm still oozing out of her body in thin white trickles. 
At last, they both withdrew and all three sighed contentedly, nearly in 
unison. Toby's bright young eyes smiled at his naked, happy mother and Dan's 
tender hands stroked her naked back and squeezed the nape of her neck as his 
eyes wandered over the sexual marvel that was her glistening brown flesh. 

Dan looked up then, suddenly aware of another presence hovering over their 
bodies. His eyes finally focused on Ted Thompson's smiling face above them, 
his whitely glistening cock dangling near Dan's face, hungrily climbing 
towards a new erection. "Well," he said cheerfully, "how about sharing the 
wealth, old man? Dave and I are getting restless!" 

 Chapter Nine 

Charline Sutter happily worked in her kitchen on a warm summer morning about 
a week later, preparing a hearty breakfast for the two most important men in 
her life, her husband Dan and her son Toby. The coffee was already perking 
on the stove as she set plates on the table along with three large glasses 
or orange juice, toast and an enormous plate of scrambled eggs and bacon 
which she had just prepared. A light-hearted smile played on her lips and 
shined in her eyes as she called out, "Come on! Hurry up before the eggs get 
cold!" 

We three need a nice big breakfast after last night! I've never experienced 
anything so wonderfully satisfying as having both my husband and my son in 
the same bed with me all night long, fucking, fucking and then fucking some 
more! My God, why didn't we discover this exciting kind of love a long time 
ago? 

Twelve year old Toby wandered into the kitchen first, his eyes still swollen 
with sleep but happy; he was dressed only in a tight pair of cut-off blue 
jeans, his hairless young virile chest with its smooth skin an enticing 
sight for his young mother as her eyes followed him across the room. Then 
Dan came in, zipping up his trousers, and sat down at the table, hungrily 
gulping down the entire glass of orange juice in one long gulp. Charline 
then took her appointed place at the table and began to serve out the eggs 
and bacon. 

"You know," she said almost dreamily, her voluptuous young breasts heaving 
and dancing through the sheer, see-through material of her robe, her 
hardening nipples straining against the thin material, "I've been thinking." 

"Oh?" her husband replied, catching the seductivenesss of her voice, feeling 
his cock jerking already beneath his trousers. "And just what have you been 
thinking about, darling?" 

"I've been thinking . . . that after we've had such wonderful times at Ted 
Thompson's parties . . . perhaps we ought to have a nice little party of our 
own." 

"Oh yes!" Toby agreed enthusiastically, feeling his young cock begin to 
dance at the thought of yet another exciting sexual orgy. "Yes, I think 
that's a great idea!" 

"Urn," his mother crooned, looking fondly at her handsome young son, feeling 
the waves of desire already sweeping through her passion-flaring cunt, "yes, 
I thought you would. And I think we can make it an even more exciting party 
if we do something . . . well, a little bit different." 

"What did you have in mind?" her husband asked, a lecherous grin slowly 
forming on his face. 

"Well, I thought that perhaps we could rent a movie projector . . . and then 
some films . . . I've never seen one of those films myself . . . but I think 
it might add just the right touch to our party! What do you think, Dan?" 

"I think," he replied proudly, "that I've discovered a whole new woman in my 
beautiful wife. And I think she's a pretty sensational woman!" he concluded, 
laughing so uproariously that Charline and Toby began laughing too. "And I 
also think I know exactly where I can get some films ..." 


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