Big Black Leon
by Rachel Jones


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to Himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

The red convertible car sped westward through the rolling hills that 
separated the fertile farmlands of northern California from the Pacific 
Ocean. The road descended westward into a redwood forest, and before long, a 
narrow green river could be seen following alongside the road through the 
woods. 

"There it is," Gregg said with a contented smile of homecoming. "The Navarro 
River." Daphne could almost hear her heart beating as the river came into 
view. Gregg had told her many times about the river, and about his family's 
inn which she knew was somewhere near the river's mouth. They'd be there any 
minute, at the place where she and her new husband would be living for the 
next few years! 

Daphne felt her stomach tighten thinking of the meeting that was about to 
come. She had never met Gregg's mother before, and she hoped things would go 
better than when Gregg had met her family the day before. That had been 
horrible. Daphne looked away from her new husband so that he wouldn't see 
just how upset she was, remembering. She and Gregg had been married just 
yesterday morning by a justice of the peace in Monterey. They'd driven all 
the way down the coast to Santa Barbara at Daphne's insistence, to tell her 
parents the news. Her mother had cried-well, Daphne had expected that. But 
she hadn't expected her to go on as long and hard and bitterly as she had. 

"He's just not at all what we had in mind for you," her mother had sniffed. 
"He isn't our kind of person... Oh, Daphne, how could you! With the 
upbringing you've had, the best schools, the finest people, and you've gone 
and married that, that ruffian!" 

Ruffian! Daphne angrily said to herself, thinking of her sweet, gentle 
husband. Her father had taken Gregg off into the library to drink a bottle 
of champagne he had opened in celebration. It was what her father did on any 
occasion, it seemed to Daphne. He was always looking for an excuse to drink 
a little more. 

She wondered what Gregg and her father were talking about and she hoped that 
her father was being nicer about him than her mother was. Maybe Gregg was a 
little rough looking, Daphne thought. But that had been precisely what had 
attracted her to him. He was so different from those uptight Princeton and 
Yale men she was always meeting back East where she went to school. She knew 
they were just the kind of men that her mother would approve of with their 
club ties and blue blazers. But as far as Daphne was concerned, they just 
pretended to be gentlemen. Gregg was a real gentleman despite his rugged 
good looks and tousled hair. He treated her like a princess, not like those 
Ivy Leaguers who seemed to want only one thine from her. 

"You have no right to plan my life as if it were your own!" she said to her 
weeping mother. "I'm eighteen years old, old enough to vote and to know what 
I want to do and I love Gregg and I married him and that's that." 

They hadn't stayed to dinner with her parents, but had left within an hour 
after Daphne had packed a few things. Then they'd driven through the night 
to get to Gregg's mother's house that day. That way they'd save money. They 
were tired from being up so long, but they'd get plenty of rest once they 
got there. Gregg kept reminding her. They'd spend the next few days in bed! 

"Here we are," Gregg said, pulling off the road, down a dirt driveway and up 
to a run-down motel. A small sign in the parking lot said "Salt's Inn." 

So this was it, Daphne realized with a sinking feeling. The name Gregg had 
told her conjured up images of a rambling old Victorian house by the sea. 
She didn't expect it to look like any other motel, and a run-down one at 
that. But that was why Gregg had to live here for a while, to help his 
mother fix the place up. It had been going steadily down hill in the three 
years since his father's death. 

Daphne smoothed back her long blond hair wishing that she'd worn a scarf for 
the drive. The wind had tangled her hair hopelessly, she discovered, trying 
to comb the long, straight tresses with her fingers. She would have liked to 
look neater for her first meeting with her new mother-in-law. But it was too 
late now to do anything about it. Already she could see a lovely woman 
coming out the screen door of the cabin marked "Office." She knew right away 
it was Gregg's mother. She had his same curly black hair, and from the way 
it was arranged, pinned up carelessly on top of her head with whisps falling 
down around her pretty, smiling face, Daphne saw that she need not have 
worried about her own messy hair. 

Gregg honked his horn in greeting as he pulled to a halt in the dirt 
driveway. His mother came running towards them. She gave them each a warm 
hug, then, with her arm around her son, started back to the "Inn," leaving 
Daphne to walk behind them. 

"Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in!" came a deep voice right 
behind Daphne. She turned, startled, and was surprised to see a tall black 
man towering over her. She couldn't tell if it was because he had appeared 
so suddenly, or because of the way he looked at her, but there was something 
about the man that frightened her. 

She felt distinctly uncomfortable as she tried to withstand the man's 
forthright gaze. His eyes were full of mischief and his lips seemed curled 
in a sardonic smile as he listened to her stammering, explaining who she 
was. He didn't introduce himself, but she knew he must be Leon the handyman. 
Gregg had told her that Leon was a little weird and not to let him bother 
her, but he hadn't really said exactly what he meant by "A little weird." 

She smiled bravely back at the black man who seemed to be laughing at some 
private joke he was telling himself. He turned and took their suitcases out 
of the car and was carrying them into the house. She reminded herself that 
she mustn't be prejudiced-it was one of the things that she couldn't stand 
about her snobby parents. Still, there was something about the black 
handyman that she instinctively distrusted. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she heard him saying to himself right behind her, "we 
haven't seen anything as nice and young as that around here in a long time!" 

Daphne quickened her footsteps and almost ran across the parking lot and 
through the screen door into which her husband and his mother had 
disappeared just moments before. It was almost as though she were afraid of 
being alone with the man. But she felt that she could cope with anything as 
long as she was near Gregg. 

She found Gregg and his mother in the back of the cabin in the kitchen which 
was surprisingly large and spacious. Greggy was already rummaging around in 
the refrigerator and his mother was at the sink fixing some lemonade. Daphne 
sat down at the big round oak table and looked around at the homey, 
comfortable kitchen. Perhaps this place would be more like a home, after 
all. 

She heard the distant slam of a screen door and thought that it was probably 
the handyman putting Gregg and her luggage in their room. Their room! The 
thought sent a shiver all through her. She tried to think whether she felt 
any different from the way she'd felt the morning before... before she'd 
become Mrs. Gregg Salt... but she couldn't see any difference, except, of 
course, for her nervousness. It had seemed so right... marrying Gregg like 
that, impulsively, and without very much advanced notice. But after all, 
she'd known him all that summer. Her mind went back to the day she first saw 
him, that sunny day in Monterey when she'd gone off from the others in her 
art class to paint down on the docks. There he was, unloading heavy fishing 
nets from a picturesque boat, bare to the waist. With that dark, curly hair, 
those broad, tanned shoulders, that muscular back, he was the handsomest man 
she'd ever seen. He looked like some Greek fishermen she'd seen in movies 
and she felt herself responding to the sight of him as she never had to 
those silly Ivy Leaguers back east. 

They dated all summer. He turned out to be a college student like herself, 
but he had graduated that June. She still had two more years before she 
finished, so when the summer ended, she was due to return to the girl's 
school in Boston her parents sent her to. But when the day came for him to 
go north and for her to go south to Santa Barbara before the long flight 
East, they had not wanted to separate from each other. That night they had 
spent together had decided it... she really wanted him... and they had to 
get married... or else they would have... 

"Penny for your thoughts... "Gregg's mother set a tall glass of pink 
lemonade down in front of Daphne. Daphne blushed a deep crimson because once 
more she was about to think about the events that had led to their hurried 
wedding and her natural sense of propriety made it seem as though anyone 
looking at her might see exactly what it was that was on her mind. 

"Oh, thank you Mrs. Salt," she said. "I... I just love pink lemonade!" 

"Call me, Salty. That's what everybody else calls me, honey," said the 
older, voluptuously curved woman, smiling at her daughter-in-law. I'll bet 
she's thinking about tonight, she was thinking. I bet they haven't even done 
it yet! From the looks of her she never has with anyone else either! 

"Haven't had much experience, have you dear?" the mother asked, brushing a 
clump of damp hair from her forehead and settling her full, womanly body 
into a chair across from Daphne. Daphne felt skinny and pallid compared to 
her tanned, earthy looking mother-in-law. 

"Wha... what do you mean?" she asked. The question was shocking to say the 
least. Surely she couldn't be referring to... 

"Experience in being a wife... " Salty replied in a softer tone, slicing a 
piece of home made banana bread and popping it into her mouth. She chuckled 
to herself over the young girl's shocked expression. "We just got Gregg's 
phone call from Monterey yesterday... you two must have driven straight 
through the night!" 

"Yes... yes we did... we thought it was silly to stop any place since we 
were so close to being here." Daphne wasn't sure whether she liked her 
mother-in-law or not. She couldn't seem to be sure just what the older woman 
was trying to say to her, what her ironic smile and tone of voice were 
implying. Gregg was busy munching on a turkey leg and didn't seem to be 
paying any attention to them at all. 

There was the sound of the screen door slamming, and then heavy footsteps. 
Leon strode into the kitchen. "Well, we going to have a little action around 
here for a change!" he said loudly. 

"It been too quiet around here for you Leon?" Gregg asked, giving the tall, 
handsome black man a friendly slap on the back in greeting. 

"Well, you know, Gregg. I can get pretty lonely in these woods with no one 
around." 

Daphne stood up. She wanted to get close to Gregg again, to feel his 
reassuring arms around her. "You mean there's no other guests in the Inn?" 
She asked, getting the gist of the conversation between the two men. 

"No... not till we get the place shaped up again," Gregg said. "It's too 
much trouble trying to work around people. We have to keep shutting the 
water off, the electricity. And listening to the sound of the hammer and 
nails, well that isn't most people's idea of a peaceful retreat. But that's 
great, honey. That'll give us time to get settled in, and it'll be a little 
more like a secluded honeymoon without a lot of people around." 

Daphne blushed and tried to pull away as Gregg hugged her to him and kissed 
her cheek. She wanted to push him away, but she decided it was best not to 
make more of a fuss. 

"Well, don't you worry about us either," said Leon, chuckling in a way that 
made Daphne even more uncomfortable. "Salty and I will be just as quiet as a 
couple of church mice. You won't even know we're around. Isn't that right, 
Mrs. Salt? They'll be almost like alone, like all honeymooners want to be." 
He slapped his knee and winked at her, and Daphne felt like disappearing 
into the woodwork as Mrs. Salt turned away with an amused chuckle. It seemed 
as if Leon was going to go on and on with his chiding. 

"That's enough, Leon," Gregg said finally. "Let's see you start being quiet 
as a church mouse right now!" 

Gregg led his new bride on a tour of the rest of the place, but wherever 
they went, Daphne was sure she could hear Leon and Gregg's mother laughing 
loudly in the kitchen, and she was sure they were laughing at her. 

"Well, honey," Gregg asked after he'd shown her the dining room, the 
recreation room and the patio with the outdoor barbeque pit. "What do you 
think of the place? Think you can stick it out for a year? It shouldn't take 
more than that to put it back into shape." 

"Oh, yes, Gregg... I love it! It's a wonderful place." Once she'd gotten 
over the initial disappointment, she'd begun to like the place, the rustic 
cabins, the dark wood walls, the big stone fireplace in the recreation room. 
She even loved the spider webs in the rafters in the ceiling of that room. 
But most of all she loved any place that Gregg was. They were alone for a 
few moments and she was relieved to be able to concentrate on him again. 
There was some-thing about him, a rock hard calmness, that made her feel so 
safe when he was near. 

"Hey, let's go to our room!" he suddenly said. "I'll show you where we'll be 
living." Daphne nodded and snuggled closer to him. She felt a violent thrill 
racing through her. Their room! Yesterday she was a single girl... and 
now... tonight... she would be sleeping with this tall, strong man... 
sleeping with her husband for the first time ever! 

Their arms around each other, they walked through the dusty parking lot and 
to a cabin that didn't have a number on the door. Daphne liked that; it made 
the room seem less impersonal, less like a motel. After all, it was to be 
their home. When they stepped inside, she was somewhat taken aback by the 
mustiness of the place, the drabness of the faded curtains. A little paint 
and some brightly colored fabric would fix that. 

Gregg closed the door behind them and she felt her petite, slender body 
tremble. He took his new wife in his arms, delighting in the small, delicate 
feel of her. He could feel the full voluptuous mounds of her breasts against 
his chest. This was not a little girl he was dealing with, he thought, but a 
woman. And a good looking woman at that! She was about the most luscious 
thing that he'd ever set eyes on, with that long, silky blonde hair of hers 
and the pale, cool blue eyes. When he had first started seeing Daphne, his 
friends had teased him unmercifully about her because they knew she never 
came to spend the night at his apartment like their own girlfriends did. It 
hadn't been easy waiting, but Daphne had insisted upon it, and Gregg knew 
that in a way it had been this that really made him fall for her as he'd 
never fallen before. It was always easy to find a little action these days, 
and for him it was a refreshing change to meet a girl with principles like 
her. She was just the kind of girl he'd always wanted to marry. 

"Your all mine, now, honey... "he whispered softly into Daphne's ear. Gregg 
could feel her trembling against him in response, and he knew that she 
wanted him every bit as badly as he wanted her. They both knew that... and 
the very thought that they would be together in bed within a short while, 
that he would be touching her nakedness all over, feeling her smooth and 
warm body beside him, made his already hard cock pulse excitedly in 
anticipation of the moment when it would at last be slipping high up into 
her tight virginal pussy. 

"Gregg... ouch, you're hurting me!" Daphne squealed, pulling back a little. 
"You're squeezing me too hard!" 

"Sorry Daph... it's just that you're so close, so real... " his lips pressed 
against her as he pulled her back toward him, his tongue darting forward to 
separate her lips, thrusting hungrily inside, searching out her own tongue 
in a deep and passionate kiss. He was thinking about what she'd been like 
shortly before they'd decided to get married. 

They'd gone down to Big Sur for dinner, their last dinner together before 
she'd go down to Santa Barbara. They were parked outside the restaurant high 
on a cliff above the dark sea. They kissed and one thing lead to another. 
They'd both been sure that they wouldn't see each other for one whole long 
year, maybe forever, and their heated, fervent kisses had gotten more 
passionate than usual. Always before, Daphne had stopped his roving 
hands-but this time she had let him feel the soft heat of her trembling 
breasts up under her thin blouse, had crooned out her pleasure as he'd 
teased the tiny erect nipples. Then, as his hand had gone down under the 
elastic of her tight nylon panties and he'd grazed the silken fluffy cuntal 
hair down there, she'd quivered against him and told him how much she wanted 
that... that and much more! 

Gregg had screeched out of the parking spot and headed for the motel just 
down route I and the nearest bed he could find. He pulled into the Ranch 
house Inn, his rock-hard penis throbbing unmercifully at the thought of what 
awaited him within moments. They'd gotten inside the motel room when she 
broke down in tears. "We can't... no... not here in this awful place, this, 
this motel... " 

Gregg still could hear her sobbing words and feel his own disappointment, 
and it was during that long, painful night of being with her in that motel 
room and not being able to fuck her, it was during the hours of sleepless 
early dawn, that they had decided to head back to Monterey and get married. 

And now, here they were in another motel room... but it was his own family's 
place, and now she was legally his. He held her close against his own hard 
tense body. She was his and he could do anything he wanted with her! The 
thought drove him wild and he began to pull on Daphne's thin peasant blouse. 

"Come on... come here baby. Let's go to bed right now," he said with a low 
growl. 

The young blonde stiffened in his arms. "No... not now... not in broad 
daylight. Your mother said she was fixing us lunch... she's waiting for us. 
Please, Gregg." 

To prove her point she gestured to the window where the bright afternoon sun 
was streaking in, lighting up the dust that floated in the unused room. 

But Gregg persisted, pulling at the softness of her blouse down over one 
pale, small shoulder, cooing encouraging words even as his young bride 
struggled to get away. "No, Gregg, please. Not now." 

Gregg stopped, suddenly angry. "Not now!" he mimicked. "That's what you 
always say... but when? Your mine now, there's nothing to stop us now. 
You're my wife, and I know you want it every bit as much as I do!" 

"Please! Gregg. Don't be such a... such a ruffian!" Daphne tried desperately 
to get her blouse back up over her shoulders where Gregg had pulled it down. 
This was not the way she'd pictured it. It was all wrong. His mother 
waiting, their room all dusty and damp. She wanted to air the place out, fix 
it up a little bit. Then later, after dinner, they'd go for a walk in the 
redwoods. They'd kiss, and then walk slowly back to their little cabin. 
She'd put on her pretty nightgown and slip into bed and wait for him beneath 
the covers. He would come to her slowly and softly remove the little 
nightie, then, gently, very gently, he would initiate her into the joys of 
love she was so eager to discover with her new husband. But now... now it 
was nothing at all like that, and Gregg's lust-distorted features seemed 
ugly and unfamiliar to her. 

"Come on Gregg. Let's go back to your mother. Why, we've hardly had a chance 
to get to know each other, her and me. We can't just disappear like this, 
she'll wonder what happened to us... " she was babbling on, not quiet sure 
of what she was saying, desperately trying to dissuade her new husband, but 
Gregg had only one thing on his mind now and he was going to get it! 

He forced Daphne over to the bed and pushed her hard so that she fell down 
upon it. Then as he saw her helplessly flailing in an attempt to get back 
up, he lay down on the bed beside her and put his arms around her small 
waist, trying to press his lips against her once more in a willfully 
determined kiss. 

"NNNNNNmmmmmffffh... " Daphne moaned, kicking her legs out and pounding 
against Gregg's hard back with her fists, but she only managed to make him 
more excited. 

God, what fight she's got in her! But she'll come around, she'll come 
around! And when she does, she'll really be something! he thought as his 
fingers began to work up the soft, firm, quivering thighs of her slender, 
supple legs whose silken flesh led farther up under the material of her 
short shorts to the flimsy nylon panties hiding his new bride's virginal 
cunt. 

"Take it easy, honey. Take it easy... " he crooned, tightening his grip 
around her waist as with his other hand he moved steadily up between the two 
columns of smooth trembling flesh which tried in vain to resist his steady 
advance. Then his middle finger was rising up beneath the tight elastic band 
of Daphne's panties and he touched inside, feeling the slippery warmth, the 
hair-lined crevice of her untouched young pussy! 

"Gregg!" Daphne gasped in protest. But he was already rummaging into the 
delicate flesh of her cunt, spreading the split of her moistly cringing 
pussy lips, moving his middle finger harshly back and forth until it found 
the tender bud of her clitoris and began a steady flicking motion there. 

"It hurts... ow... you're hurting me!" she cried, trying to twist away. The 
covers were rumpling beneath them as they thrashed upon the bed and the 
overpowered young bride began to grow more and more frightened as she 
realized that Gregg wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her 
protests. He was determined to do what he wanted to do to her, no matter 
what she said! 

"So long... I waited for so long... " he muttered wetly into her ear as his 
hand moved insistently between her legs, covering and sliding up into the 
unwilling moist area of her quivering young pussy. 

"Leave me alone!" she moaned helplessly, trying to push him away from her. 
The frightened young girl didn't feel anything at all but pain. She didn't 
want to feel any pleasure, not like this, not now. Oh why... why couldn't he 
wait? She just couldn't let him do this to her, even though he was her own 
husband! She envisioned the way she had wanted it to be the first time, and 
she realized it was not going to be that way at all-that all her childhood 
fantasies were going to be shattered in this one cruel hour-that she had 
perhaps made a dreadful mistake in marrying this man on the spur of the 
moment. Oh, perhaps her mother had been right! How had she known that he was 
a ruffian! The man who was pawing her now fit her mother's description. He 
was not the same man, the polite, handsome boy who would always stop when 
she told him to, who never went farther than the wonderful burning kisses 
that she had come to crave during their many dates that summer. Oh where was 
he now? And who was this horrible man pawing her? He bore little resemblance 
to the Gregg she had loved. 

"You're being mean!" she shrieked. "You're horrible!" Her blue eyes were 
filled to the brim with tears, and her silky blonde hair was mussed and 
tangled on the bed beneath her flailing head. As Gregg looked down, this 
pale creature looked absolutely beautiful to him, and her words inflamed him 
more than before. Within moments he was going to fuck her silly, this lovely 
young woman who'd tempted him for so many months that long, hot summer. He 
would fuck in spite of her protests, right there on that nubby cotton 
bedspread. There was just no way he could wait any longer. The throbbing of 
his rock-hard cock told him that much, and gritting his teeth a bit he 
reached down to release its aching girth from his pants. 

"Alright... you want me to do it the hard way!" he said. "You want me to 
make you do it... I wanted to make it easier for you... but you're forcing 
me... " 

"Oh, please, not now, Gregg... later... later will be better... not now!" 
Daphne wailed. 

"Later!" Gregg spat the word out. "You've been teasing me ever since I met 
you, Daphne, my dear. But today, I'm not going out to find some other honey 
to screw just because you've left me so hot I couldn't stand it. That's 
right! If you want to know, that's what I did all those nights after I left 
you in your little chaperoned rooming house! How else did you think I could 
have taken it?" 

Daphne turned her face away, feeling the tears sliding down her cheeks, her 
face flushed red as she closed her eyes tightly. The words hurt her so much 
that she didn't know how she could stand it-the idea that after their 
romantic evenings together, Gregg had gone to some other girl for 
satisfaction! The bride of one day was stunned. She felt an undeniable 
horror lurking deep inside her. Life was not as it had seemed at all; was 
this how men were underneath? 

Some of the fight was knocked out of her by this startling revelation, and 
Gregg took full advantage of the moment. Hurriedly, he reached around her 
and unzipped her shorts, then in one motion he slipped them, and the white 
nylon panties underneath, down and off her long legs and tossed them to the 
floor. Then his probing fingers were back, the thick middle finger touching 
the new fully exposed little slit of her blonde hair-trimmed pussy. 

With his middle finger he continued to rub her clitoris while his other 
fingers searched for the tight virginal passage of her vagina. He found it 
and pushed at the soft fleshy lips of her defenseless cunt, easing one 
finger up inside slowly... teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his 
touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his fingering, but he just 
pushed harder until his finger slipped moistly all the way up into the wet 
warm cavern between her legs. He could feel the hot, wet walls of her 
velvety vagina clinging tightly around his finger and he rotated it around 
up inside, tantalizingly within her, trying to force the love-juices from 
her defenseless cunt. It was a natural reaction-he wanted her to be 
completely wet and open when he fucked his cock into her. Finally, he 
inserted another finger into her convulsively resisting passage. They would 
hardly fit, she was so virginally narrow. Lord, she's going to be a tight 
little screw, he thought lewdly. She's so fucking tight! She cried out 
softly in pain as he continued his intrusion, but Gregg mistook her cry for 
a sigh of ecstasy and continued to work his fingers around and around inside 
her now wildly stretching pussy. She couldn't get away from him. 

His two fingers deeply embedded inside her vagina, the excited young husband 
could feel a shudder run through his wife's whole body and hear her whimper 
in a muffled moaning sound. He moved his fingers around inside against the 
jelly-like surface of her straining restricting passage, reaching right up 
to the high arch deep inside where her cunt ran into her cervix. 

Daphne squirmed and writhed beneath the finger-fucking of her husband, but 
there was nothing she could do against his overpowering strength. She 
couldn't struggle; it would do her no good, but yet she felt that she had to 
at least try and do something to defend herself. She squirmed and wriggled, 
but the weight of his body on top of her and the pressure of his 
searching,-probing hands made it all but a futile struggle, and she could 
feel all at once his strong erection jerking obscenely inside his pants 
against the quaking flesh of her naked thigh. 

With a sudden move, Gregg lifted up off the bed onto one elbow and unzipped 
his pants. Daphne heard the sound and was terrified. He had freed the hotly 
throbbing member from the tight confines of his pants and she knew that he 
was going to put in into her... now! He was panting like a dog and she 
waited in helplessly for the dreadful humiliation that she was going to have 
to endure at the hands of her lust-crazed husband. They weren't even going 
to undress! She still had her blouse on, pushed up and wrinkled as it was 
and his pants were down around his knees! 

The young bride felt her husband move his . exposed pulsing penis higher up 
between her nakedly trembling thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to 
fight back the urge to cry as she felt his hardness probing, poking, 
slipping at her between his guiding fingers. He was massive, enormous, it 
seemed to the inexperienced, terror-stricken young wife-he was entirely too 
big to ever fit into her tiny virginal cuntal mouth. 

Oh no,... oh please God. It's impossible... it can't go in me... it would 
never fit... I'll die... oh Please No!" she thought, but even as the 
thoughts were running wildly through her mind she was aware of feeling him 
slowly, agonizingly forcing his way into the tight, seemingly unyielding 
vaginal entrance. 

The throbbing head of his penis pushed harder and harder against the elastic 
ring of her openly splayed pussy. She arched and then finally, with one 
gigantic effort, he threw back his head in an insane jerk of his hips and 
let his loins carry themselves forward in a merciless onslaught on the 
whimpering girl. His lust-starved cock flooded into her like a great tide, 
bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and deeper, into and through the 
thin membrane of her maidenhead until his dangling testicles smashed hard up 
against the soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. He felt her smoothly curved 
young ass-cheeks flattening down against the nubby bedspread as he squirmed 
his hips tight up between her wide-open thighs. He had wanted to be in her 
for such a long time, and now he was there. In her hot little cunt! Fucking 
her deep! His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on 
his young wife's shoulders drawing them along her back as he fucked again 
and again, deeper and deeper into the nakedly exposed tightness of her 
vulnerable young cunt mouth. He drew his hands down her back with savoring 
deliberateness and held her softly curved waist for a second, then clasped 
her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs and loins and 
this thumbs reached out from each other against her buttocks. He pulled the 
molded half-moons up hard against his onrush and then held his wildly 
throbbing penis fully inside while he revolved his hips around and around 
and around, stretching the tender aching walls of her never-before-entered 
vagina with its bloated, blood engorged head. 

"Gregg! Nooooooooooooooo. Oooo-oooowwwwwwwwwwww... Aaaaaaaaaarrrg-ggg you're 
hurting me! You're hurting me! Stop, Stop, Stop!" 

The pain was almost more than Daphne could stand. Her virginity had been 
split asunder. The innocent young girl she was yesterday was gone and this 
animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her fucking her like 
some half-crazed lunatic. It was not at all what she imagined. Who was this 
monster? Her own husband? No. It was impossible. 

She wanted to scream how much she hated him, to cry out against this 
outrageous thing that was happening to her, but her mouth couldn't form the 
words and the thoughts in her head started to swim around and she couldn't 
remember who or where she was anymore as his rigidly pulsating hardness 
fucked deeper and deeper into her quivering belly. 

Looking down between them, Gregg could see the moistly throbbing shaft of 
his cock, glistening along its entire length from her involuntary wetness as 
he plowed into his uncooperative young wife again and again. He saw the 
gleaming pink edges of her pussy-flesh drawing back with it and swallowing 
it whole again like the lips of some giant hungry fish swallowing another 
fish whole. His eyes dimmed at the obscene sight, and with a groan coming 
deep from within his throat he began to establish a powerful rhythm of 
thrust and withdrawal. 

His hot breath came even hotter and harder and his head rolled from side to 
side while in the hot stuffy room rivulets of sweat ran into his eyes, 
grunting like a crazed animal, he continued the harsh assault against the 
fleshy walls of her nakedly cringing eighteen year old cunt. Harder and 
harder he fucked her until she was buffeted forward against the wall, 
moaning with pain at every forward lunge. His punishing cock, his 
masterfully impaling phallus grew thicker and thicker, harder and harder, to 
the point of bursting, and great floods trembled at the dam. He tensed his 
buttocks, his nails digging into the skin of his wife's buttocks, while with 
every forward surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly battering 
testicles. 

This was it... there was no stopping it now... he was going to empty his 
balls completely far up inside his new young wife's virgin pussy for the 
first time. He could feel her squirming beneath him, moaning in her 
immobility, her movements exciting him more and more as he thrust and thrust 
harder and harder between her widespread thighs, ramming his lust-engorged 
penis up into the deepest, most private recesses of her futilely cringing 
belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy until he could stand it no longer. Then 
his whole body shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the roaring 
flood of hot white semen broke loose and rushed up into her in boiling hot 
profusion through his thick, rock-hard cock-shaft to shatter and burst into 
her gasping vaginal hole like a raging torrent of thick white hot lava. 

The totally shamed young wife lay helpless and unmoving beneath her brand 
new husband as he made strange moaning noises into her ears, filling her 
vagina, filling the whole of her once pure insides, with the white hot cream 
of his sperm as he spurted it out lewdly in hot white blasts far, far up 
inside her widely ballooning little belly. 

CHAPTER TWO 

It was morning when Daphne awoke after sleeping fitfully through the night. 
After her husband's cruel rape of her the day before she'd been crying 
steadily, unable to stop, unwilling to move to leave the dark, dusty little 
room. She remembered that Gregg had gotten up and gone out at some point, 
and then returned. But the events of the day before seemed vague and 
uncertain to her, like the happenings of a nightmare. Maybe it had all been 
a bad dream, she thought, hopeful in the first waking moments of the 
morning. But one look at her husband, sprawled and snoring next to her, his 
mouth open, his limbs splayed out sloppily-she'd never seen him look like 
that, so gross, so crude-and the horrible truth of her situation swept back 
over her like a muddy tidal wave. 

Daphne hated him. She felt bitter and resentful, certainly not the way she 
had expected to feel the morning after her wedding night! What had she done 
to deserve this? She felt sullied and dishonored, despite the legality of 
what she had done. There was something dirty and vile about what had taken 
place the day before. Dirty and ugly, she thought, just like this room. She 
had to get out and think. 

She dressed quickly, fearful that Gregg would see her and want to talk to 
her-or worse. She slipped on her jeans over her goose-bumpy legs, then a 
cotton turtleneck jersey and her pale yellow cable knit sweater. She slipped 
her penny loafers over her bare feet and quietly stepped out into the chilly 
September morning. 

Outside birds were singing and the air smelled fresh and clean. Sun dappled 
brightly through the leaves of the trees that surrounded the cabins of the 
motel. The cool autumn day calmed her flushed face and Daphne walked 
hurriedly away from the dilapidated little cabin. She had heard so much 
about the magic of the redwood forest that she decided the best thing to do 
would be to explore them while she figured out what she would do next. 

Daphne found a path that seemed to head down in the direction of the river. 
As the slope steepened, her steps quickened and she began to take long, 
athletic strides downhill. Her blue jeans rubbed against her crotch, making 
her conscious of the soreness she felt there, each step reminding her that 
she was no longer a virgin. Her hymen was gone, gone forever... she could 
never get it back... despite the fact that it was taken from her in such a 
cruel and uncaring way by her husband the day before. 

She collapsed, out of breath and sobbing on the soft sand that edged the 
river, feeling as if a steel door had just slammed shut behind her, cutting 
her off from everything that she had known before. Even the sparkling river 
before her was no comfort. What, she wondered, had she done to deserve such 
a fate? She had always been a good girl, had believed her mother when she'd 
said that a young girl must save herself for the man she would marry. And 
that's just what Daphne had done. Yet it had all turned out so wrong. Here 
she was married... a virgin no more... and her mother... 

The thought of her mother only made the young girl's unhappiness worse. She 
was sure her mother would never forgive her. She wanted to run home, take 
the next bus to Santa Barbara... but she wasn't sure even her own mother 
would have anything to do with her after the way she had talked to her. 

"Well, good morning Snow White!" a big booming voice coming from nowhere 
nearly scared Daphne out of her wits. She jumped up nervously and looked 
around her, but she saw f nothing but trees, sand and the river. 

"Who... Who's there?" she called. Was she starting to imagine things? 

"It's me. Prince Charming!" the voice said, then, chuckling to himself, Leon 
the handyman stepped out from behind a tree upstream. He carried a fishing 
pole and tackle box. 

Daphne realized that he was the last person in the world she wanted to run 
into that morning. Something about the handyman upset her deeply, and 
prejudice or no, she wanted nothing to do with the huge black man. 

"Good morning, Leon," she said, backing away from him. Oh, why did he have 
to be there? He, next to her husband, was the last person she felt like 
dealing with right then. 

"Well, what's the trouble, Princess? You don't look like any happy newlywed 
I ever laid eyes on," Leon said, still walking towards her. 

"I... I'm perfectly happy!" she said, knowing that her red eyes and puffy 
face must give her away. But she hoped desperately that her self-assured 
words would put the handyman off. She knew from Gregg that the handyman, an 
old army buddy of Gregg's father, took a lot of liberties for a hired man. 
But he'd been working for the Salts ever since the war, and even though he 
really didn't do that much work around the motel, he was treated as one of 
the family more than as an employee. 

She forced a smile, then turned and headed back up the dirt path towards the 
motel, hoping that her cold manner would indicate to Leon that she wanted to 
be left alone. Even running into her husband back at the motel would be 
better than having to cope with this strange man. 

"Hold it, whew! Not so fast," he panted, catching up with the young girl. 
"You mean to tell me everything was alright yesterday? Hey, I'm no fool. I 
got eyes. You can confide in old Leon. I know how those white boys are... 
They don't know what the hell they doing." 

Daphne could feel tears starting in her eyes again. What could she do to 
make him stop bothering her? She stumbled blindly up the path, nearly 
tripping over roots and catching her sweater on branches. 

"Leave me alone," she finally cried, putting her hands over her ears. It was 
like some incomprehensible bad dream being followed by this complete 
stranger, having to listen to his awful intimate insinuations. 

"You really want me to leave you alone?" said the handsome, black handyman. 
"I tell you, if you give me a chance, you'd never want me to leave you 
alone. Not big black Leon. Once he gets his hands on a woman, she begs for 
more!" 

Was he really saying these things to her? She couldn't believe her ears. 
None of what was happening seemed in the realm of reality. She thought of 
her neat, clean room in the girl's dormitory at school where she would be 
that very moment if she hadn't married Gregg. Why had she turned her back on 
all that to come to this foreign place with her new husband? As if in 
answer, her tormented body stirred with a twinge of desire that she had felt 
for Gregg before their wedding, that aching in her loins that had not yet 
been satisfied, that had known only pain and horror in answer to its longing 
the day before. 

"Well, little princess, if you ever want some real loving, you come see old 
Leon," the handyman said lewdly. 

Daphne was so shocked by this open invitation that her anger momentarily 
overcame her fear and sadness. She turned to confront him. 

"How dare you! How dare you talk to me like that! What happens between me 
and my husband is none of your business. If you did more work around this 
place, you wouldn't have time for these nasty insinuations. I'm going right 
to Mrs. Salt and I'm going to tell her what you've said, and we'll see how 
long you last around here!" She spat the words out, but nothing seemed to 
erase the insolent smirk that was on his thick lips, or worse still, the 
strange twinkle of amusement in his eyes that seemed to see right through to 
her very soul. Those eyes penetrated the young girl, sent messages to her 
that nothing he'd said so far had been able to convey. His eyes held 
promises that Daphne was embarrassed to recognize. She shivered and turned 
away from him so that he would not see her crying, and as she stood there, 
she felt the black man touch her shoulder lightly. The feel of his hand on 
her shoulder created an explosion of sensation inside her, and she trembled, 
about to move away, when she heard his heavy footsteps walking away from her 
back towards the river. 

What were these strange feelings coursing through her? she wondered. Her 
body had become some alien force, sending messages to her brain that were 
strange and unfamiliar. It was all because of what happened with Gregg 
yesterday, she told herself. What else could explain these feelings and 
stirrings within her that she could not control? She remembered the way she 
used to feel when she and Gregg were dating. They'd kiss, and Gregg would 
try to go further, and she would say no, even though she desired him 
desperately. But at least then she had been able to control herself... 
telling herself what she always believed to be true. It was better to wait, 
to have something to offer to your husband. Well, she'd offered it all 
right, she now thought bitterly. And look what had happened. Not only had it 
been so horrible with Gregg, but she'd found out that after their beautiful 
times together he'd gone off with some other woman and f-fucked her! 

All her assumptions, her entire way of thinking, had been taken from her. 
None of the principles upon which she had based her thinking were turning 
out to be true. She was back at the motel grounds by this time, and she 
thought of her mother-in-law. Perhaps the old woman would have some advice. 
Her own mother had not prepared her properly, she thought. Maybe Mrs. Salt 
would be able to comfort her. 

She went through the office and back to the comfortable kitchen, where she 
found her mother-in-law sitting at the large oak table, drinking coffee and 
smoking a morning cigarette. 

"Well, Hi, Sweetie," Mrs. Salt said cheerfully. "Long time no see!" The 
older woman smiled brightly, not missing a detail of her new 
daughter-in-law's painfully contorted features as she came into the kitchen. 
"Coffee? Cigarette?" 

Daphne's heart sank. She needed more than coffee and cigarettes. She really 
wanted to confide in her new mother-in-law. But some-thing in the woman's 
manner made Daphne feel that she had better not tell her what was on her 
mind. 

"Yes, I'd like some coffee, please," she answered weakly. Every bone in her 
body ached, and she now realized how embarrassed she was, putting in an 
appearance after all this time. She hadn't seen her mother-in-law since the 
afternoon before. She wondered what the woman must be thinking. 

"Looks like she's been crying to beat the band!" Mrs. Salt said to herself 
as she observed her daughter-in-law. "Listen," she said, winking, "you must 
be starving after all that... time you've been without food. How about a 
donut?" 

"Donut," Daphne thought. It wasn't the nourishing kind of morning meal she 
was used to. She thought of he parent's home, where every morning the maid 
served soft boiled eggs, done just perfectly, and wheat toast. But she was 
hungry, and she had to eat something. 

"Yes, I... I'd love a donut," she said. 

Mrs. Salt set a box of powdered sugar donuts down in front of the girl and 
watched her while she ate one, amused at the way the young girl kept wiping 
the sugar off her mouth with a fastidiousness that seemed absurd to the 
older woman. She had teased her son unmercifully the night before when he'd 
come in for something to eat, chiding him for his having brought home this 
delicate, bird-like little creature. 

Still, Gregg's mother did not feel as cheerful as she was behaving. She felt 
some anger for her son at his having married a girl so different, so totally 
opposite, in fact, to her. She still felt that funny way about her son... he 
had belonged to her in some special way. He was almost a carbon copy of 
her... everyone had always remarked on that, both of them made of the same 
solid, firm flesh, dark-complected and easily tanned by the sun. And here 
was this puny little girl, so pale and fragile. Gregg had never even 
mentioned her to his mother, and now here she was... his wife, come to live 
among them for who knows how long! 

Mrs. Salt decided that Daphne was definitely not the right type for her son. 
She knew what he needed, had known ever since that night after her husband's 
funeral, when she had felt a closeness to her son that made her understand 
him, she felt, completely. He needed an uninhibited earthy woman like 
herself, not some simpering little goody-goody like this girl. Well, Gregg 
would know that soon enough, she thought, cheering herself with the thought. 
He probably had found out already! 

Mrs. Salt looked over with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Little Gregg's a 
real wildcat, isn't he," she said. She just couldn't resist picking on her 
new daughter-in-law, little miss prim and proper... the temptation was just 
too great. To think that she had slept with Gregg and showed up with that 
sulky face instead of the broad, happy smile she knew her son deserved! And 
the way Gregg had looked the night before when they'd shared a late night 
glass of brandy... it hadn't been the look of a satisfied man! 

"What? I... I don't know what you mean?" Daphne said. She was amazed that a 
woman of Mrs. Salt's age would say such a thing to her. She had wanted to 
confide in this woman, and now she was turning out to be as crude as all the 
others! 

"Yes," the older woman went on, enjoying her daughter-in-law's discomfort, 
"Greggy's got quite a reputation with the ladies around here. They used to 
come around here looking for him with their little tails wagging and just 
about asking for it!" 

Daphne nearly gagged on her last bite of the donut, inhaling some of the 
powdered sugar and making herself cough. She finally stopped coughing enough 
to excuse herself, telling her mother-in-law that she thought some air would 
make her feel better. 

"Okay!" said the woman watching her daughter-in-law scurry away, "see you 
later, honey!" she said, smiling to herself and lighting up another 
cigarette. Coughing and feeling the tears beginning to well up within her 
once more, the young blonde girl headed back towards the woods. She would 
never be able to stay in this place. These people were all crazy. She'd have 
to get out of there, pack her things and leave on the next bus. Her mother 
would have to take her back! She had made a mistake, that was all, and she 
would admit it to her mother. 

As her steps took her further away from the motel, Daphne felt herself 
becoming calmer, beginning to think rationally at last. Just making the 
decision to leave made her feel more in control of her destiny, and she 
could feel herself relaxing somewhat. 

The woods surrounding her were inundating her with their beauty. They were 
every bit as magical as Gregg had said, she thought. She remembered how 
Gregg used to describe them to her, and she felt a sudden rush of love for 
him now as she had felt for him then. How gentle he was, how much he was 
moved by nature. Maybe Gregg had been right yesterday when he said that he 
was only reacting to the pressures she had herself built up in him by 
refusing him for so long. Maybe he still was that gentle, sweet soul she had 
known him to be. She would give him another chance. 

She came to a clearing in the redwoods; a soft circle the trees made, 
towering above her, seeming to protect her. The earth beneath her was 
covered with soft needles from the pines that grew there among the redwoods, 
and with clover. She lay down, soothed by the beautiful surroundings. It 
seemed now cowardly to her to run to her mother. To run home like a 
frightened child would put her at her mother's mercy just as she had been as 
a child. 

Her mother would say "I told you so. I told you he wasn't right for you! I 
know my little girl!" Something within Daphne cried out against her mother, 
wanting to tell her mother the way Gregg really was, the way he made her 
feel. 

The old dream of what their love-making would be like returned to Daphne. 
She looked around her guiltily as she felt her heart throbbing with hope as 
between her milk-white thighs a tremble of desire spread from the tender 
abused lips of her moist young pussy through the delicate inner cuntal 
tissues that seemed to need gentle stroking, loving care. How many times she 
had done what she wanted to do now-usually after her dates with Gregg. God! 
It occurred to her that really, she was no better than he was! 

When Gregg had described the redwood forest to her, she had imagined making 
love to him in a grove just like this one. How nice it would be, she 
thought... how nice! And now here she was. She could still feel those warm, 
wet sensations, an aftermath of her need for a husband, even that need had 
been abused. She was alone there in the forest... no one would know, she 
told herself... Leon down by the river fishing, Gregg asleep in the house, 
her mother-in-law drinking coffee... if she hurried she could have time, and 
it would all be over quickly. And a bit of the pain and heartache she felt 
would be erased by the pleasure, the great pleasure she could 
surreptitiously give herself! 

Quickly, she unzipped her jeans and by arching herself up ever so slightly 
she was able to slip them down below her thighs, taking along with them the 
thin pale yellow panties she had chosen to wear that morning. 

She told herself over and over that this was the way it would be with Gregg 
once he understood, once he knew what she wanted. She was in a trance-like 
state. Suddenly, the words of Leon the handyman came into her mind. "If you 
ever want some real loving," he had said, "you come see old Leon... " She 
shut her eyes tight, trying to rid her desired tormented brain of the 
uninvited words. She wanted Gregg... and only Gregg. He would be able to 
satisfy her... he had to! 

As her own searching fingers slipped into the nakedly spread triangle of her 
blonde cunt, pressing aside the soft, curl-lined lips and entering the 
moistness inside, she could imagine just how Gregg's middle finger would 
feel up in there. How good it would be one day when he learned to be gentle 
with her... how fantastic! 

The young girl spread her long, half-naked legs wider still, obscenely, to 
the limits of her bunched down jeans and panties around her knees, and she 
ground her buttocks down into the soft earth, finding the tightly clenched 
hole between the silken folds of her newly de-virginated pussy that seemed 
to ache now with desire. Her middle fingers slipped into the warmly yielding 
cuntal softness and then another finger, then three, and she leaned her head 
farther back into the pine needles, her firm round breasts heaving gently 
with each movement of her desire-filled loins. 

"Aaaaah... Ooooohhh... ooohhhh." Deeper and deeper she fucked her fingers up 
into her nakedly exposed cunt, as with tightly clenched eyes she pursued her 
pleasure alone, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her 
already lustfully drenched pussy. She longed for satisfaction, real 
satisfaction, not the pain and torture she had known from Gregg's harshly 
thrusting penis the day before... but the slowly building excitement that 
would bring her to the first desperately sought after orgasm... not one by 
her own fingers, but one by a real man... by her husband... Gregory! 

Almost out of her mind, she sought to imitate just such a beautiful orgasm 
right now. It was shameful, she knew, it was incredibly wicked, what she was 
doing to herself, fingerfucking her own cunt that way, but, oh, it felt so 
good and it would be over soon, and then she would feel so much better. The 
eighteen year old newlywed began to work her fingers furiously, worming them 
ever upward into the moistly sucking split of her willingly flaring cunt. 
With a steady rhythmic motion Daphne fucked her fingers up, up farther 
still, into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverishly pulsating young 
pussy. 

"Oooohhhh... Aaaahhhhh!" she sighed, overwhelmed by a rush of a warm, wetly 
gushing sensation up between her nakedly trembling thighs. "Aaaaahhhh!" The 
wonderful bubbling sensation was building hotly in her naked, quivering 
belly, mushrooming quickly to send thrilling waves of excitation coursing 
through every vein in her lithely grinding body. Daphne moaned again and 
again as she bit down hard on her full lower lips, sensually enjoying the 
violation of her own soft slippery pussy's tight swollen orifice, letting 
the joy of her desire flow without boundaries. 

The helplessly aroused young bride knew with shattering certainty that she 
would give herself to her new husband once more, but this time it would be 
different... this time it would be like it was in her dreams! And now her 
face flushed red with desire, the sensuously desire-tormented young woman 
sobbed, her orgasm sweeping through her as she felt the stunning pounding, 
the high pushing and thrusting of her own fingers up against the tingling 
tip of her cervix. 

"Oh my darling Gregg!" she cried, flinging her head back against the soft, 
yielding leaves, her long blonde hair spread beneath her head, mingling with 
the good-smelling pine needles. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...!" she moaned over 
and over again, shamelessly feeling a wonderful elation swelling from her 
widespread pussy lips to the button-hard nipples of her excitedly quivering 
breasts. She reached one hand beneath her jersey and sweater to grasp one 
hard nipple between finger and thumb. Her legs grew taut and wave after wave 
of insane, careening orgasmic pleasure burst through her, washed over her. 
She rode the crest of the tide fearlessly, joyfully, unmindful of where she 
was and the lewd picture she would have presented, had there been anyone 
there to see her. 

"Oh yes... yes... YES!" she called. "Oh, Gregg, I love you so!" 

Silently, Leon the handyman stood behind a tree at the edge of the grove and 
witnessed the beautiful blonde girl's lust-inciting fingerfucking of her 
naked cunt. He hadn't had any luck with his fishing, and had decided to find 
a place further downstream, when he'd been attracted to the spot by the 
strange sounds Daphne was making. He stood behind the tree, half-hidden in 
the morning light, looking at her, feeling his meaty black cock hard and 
throbbing beneath his work pants, ready to explode as he watched the young 
woman's slipping and sliding fingers as they moved in and out of her lovely 
yellow-haired cunt! As the helplessly excited young creature thrashed among 
the trees of the redwood grove in the wildly erupting throes of her orgasm, 
Leon cursed soundless to himself. 

"Shee-it! I just got to get me some of that sweet little white girl's 
pussy!" He thought it was better, however, not to let her see him right 
then... he'd get his... in time. He took one long last look at the 
delightfully open split of the young girl's thoroughly aroused blond pussy, 
and soundlessly as he could, stepped away in the direction of the motel. 

As the sound of her own breathing subsided, the silence of the forest 
returned to Daphne's ears, but it was not a complete silence. She thought 
she could hear the crunch of an animal's footsteps in the brush; she jumped 
up from the ground, harried and guilty, pulling up her silken yellow panties 
and her jeans and quickly zipping them. 

Oh my God, she thought to herself. It must have been an animal... it 
couldn't have been anybody... oh, what if somebody saw me fingerfucking 
myself like some twelve year old little girl! 

CHAPTER THREE 

Gregg had just finished shaving when he heard the screen door of the cabin 
open and shut quietly. He turned off the tap water and tiptoed to the 
bathroom door, figuring it had to be Daphne, and he'd just see what she was 
up to, watch her without her knowing. He liked to do that. He remembered he 
used to spy on his mother in the same way, when, as a child they lived 
further north in Fort Bragg. He and his parents had bedrooms right next to 
each other and he used to watch them undress and fucking either through the 
key hole, or through the crack in the opened door. 

Inside the room, Daphne was moving about at the suitcase which they hadn't 
even bothered to unpack as yet. She was undressing! First she unbuttoned her 
sweater, folded it neatly, and put it in the suitcase. Then she lifted the 
cotton turtleneck jersey over her head, her full, round breasts dropping 
into sight in the dim light of the room. He could see the large, sensuous 
tips of her soft young nipples that jutted out, pink and lush from the 
uplifted firmness of her young breasts. She had the smoothest, whitest skin 
he had ever seen, the most perfect flesh. Her beauty never failed to arouse 
him, and this time was no exception, even in light of the events that had 
transpired the day before. 

Beneath the towel that he had wrapped around his waist, the young man could 
feel his penis stirring with desire. He felt excited by the sight of his 
half-naked wife... he wanted her again... but not in the way it had been 
yesterday... today he would really make love to her. 

Daphne continued to undress, unaware that she was being watched. She 
unzipped the zipper of her blue jeans and wriggled out of them. She threw 
them over the back of a chair. Wearing nothing but her pale yellow nylon 
bikini underpants, she bent over the suitcase, looking for something. Gregg 
could see the luscious curves of her young hips, the fully rounded moons of 
her high, firm, tight ass. "God! What a beautiful ass she's got," Gregg said 
to himself. He'd always wanted to fuck a woman that way, back there. He 
hoped as he stood there that he'd get a chance to get inside those smooth 
white buttocks one day... soon. 

As he thought of fucking her that way he could feel his lust-hardened cock 
pulsating impatiently beneath the rough surface of the terry cloth towel 
that covered him. His young wife, her toothbrush and shampoo in her hands, 
was coming toward the bathroom. He could see that her face was drawn, her 
eyes were red, and she looked like she'd been crying some more... but even 
now she looked beautiful... like that movie star who used to appear in all 
those surfer movies... with her flowing blond hair, her upturned nose, her 
rosebud pouting mouth. Her body was sleek and smooth, a real California 
beauty, and he scanned its perfection as she moved lithely towards the 
bathroom... looking down along the trim lines of his new bride's rib cage, 
along the indentation of her curved hips to the slight roundness of her 
small belly, with its delicately protruding navel. Beneath the thin material 
of her panties, he could see the pale blonde hair of her pussy, the most 
beautiful little cunt he had ever fucked. 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he suddenly opened the door to the 
bathroom. "So you're back!" he said. "Let's take a shower together!" 

Daphne jumped back, startled. She wanted to take a shower alright, after the 
damp, finger-drenching activity she had indulged in out in the woods just 
moments before. She was still filled with anxiety about the possibility that 
somebody had seen her finger-fucking herself out there. When she saw Gregg 
standing there, she realized it couldn't have been him. But what if it had 
been his mother, or worse, that big black handyman! It had probably been an 
animal, she had told herself, all the way back to the motel. But how could 
she have let herself go like that... outside in the woods, so near her 
husband's family! 

"I... I... yes, I want to take a shower... but I didn't know you were in 
here. Have you been here all the time?" She realized that she wasn't at all 
prepared to cope with him, she wasn't prepared to cope with him at all. She 
still felt cold to him after what he had done to her yesterday, and she felt 
herself getting angry at him all over again. What was he doing, sneaking 
around spying on her? Why hadn't he said he was in the bathroom when he saw 
her come in? She felt all her resolve to try and patch things, to make 
things better between them, melting away in light of her growing anger. Now 
was just not the time, and he was making her feel distinctly uncomfortable 
because of the way he was looking at her. She tried to cover her breasts 
with her hands, but to her annoyance, Gregg reached over to her and took 
both her wrists in his hands. 

"What are you hiding for? Those are the nicest pair of tits on the West 
Coast!" Gregg said, mindful of his raging hard-on beneath the terry cloth 
towel. 

"Gregg! Really... I just want to take a shower. I... I... I don't feel so 
hot this morning... I mean... I have a headache... " 

"Don't feel so hot?" Gregg said. "I can make you feel hot, all right. Come 
on, come over here, I'll make you feel hot!" 

Daphne started to pull away from him. Why did he have to be so crude? Why 
hadn't she ever noticed this side of him? God, could it be possible that her 
mother had seen this at once, that he was, in fact, a ruffian? 

"I know it was your first time and everything, but I certainly didn't expect 
you to be such a cold bitch!" Gregg hadn't really meant to say that, but the 
way she was pulling away from him like that, looking at him like her was 
some sort of low-life, it was really making him angry. She really did think 
she was better than him, he thought. She really thought that all those fancy 
schools and that money made her some kind of superior being! Jesus, what a 
way to start off a marriage! 

The young bride was really struggling to get away from him now, twisting her 
arm around, trying to get her wrists free of his grasp. She could see the 
muscles of his hairy chest working to hold her fast. 

"Cold bitch!" she screamed at him, her blue eyes flashing wildly. "How can 
you call me that? Any woman would act the way I did. You're a clumsy 
monster, that's what you are. that wasn't love-making yesterday. That was 
rape!" Now Gregg got even angrier. "How would you know what love making is? 
I thought you'd never been fucked before?" 

"Well, I haven't," she simpered... " 

"But I know what it's supposed to be like, and it's not supposed to be like 
it was. You hurt me. I'm still sore between my legs!" 

"Pig! You think I'm a pig, huh? You think you 're too good for me and 
everybody else... Well, I'll show you what you got yesterday was just an 
inkling of what you're going to get. ". Gregg ripped the towel off his 
waist, his full erection apparent to the fearfully cringing girl as he 
pulled her towards him. 

Daphne began to cry. "Oh, no Gregg. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that... 
I... I didn't mean it, really." 

"Come on, Daphne... cut the shit. Just come on into the bedroom and let me 
fuck you like a good little girl," 

"Gregg! Don't talk to me like that. I can't take it any more!!! You're 
hurting my wrist. I'm not going into the bedroom with you now Let go." 

Gregg tightened his grip on her wrists, his fingers raising red marks on her 
soft, white flesh "Oh, I'm sorry Lady Daphne," he said in a mocking tone of 
his wife's voice. Her very nearness, though, was sending a chill of 
excitement through his naked body. "Tell you what," he said, "stop crying 
and I'll give you a little treat! He pulled one of her struggling hands down 
as gently as possible and placed it on his rampant, hard cock. 

"No!" she cried. "No! What are you doing?" She screamed and tried to remove 
her hand. 

"Jesus," he hissed. "Can't you even touch it? Is it that repulsive to you?" 

"No, Gregg. It isn't repulsive. I didn't say that. It's just that your 
forcing me. Why can't you let me do things in my own time?" 

"Your own time? When is that? A hundred years from now? 

We married, just like you wanted, and the time is right now!" 

Daphne tried to twist away from him. She was sobbing hysterically now. 
"You're the most horrible person in the world. I hate you. I'm going to get 
out of here and I never want to see you again as long as I live. I'm not 
going in that bedroom with you. I'd rather die. I'm never going in any 
bedroom with you, ever again!" 

"Okay, " Gregg grabbed Daphne by the shoulders and began to shake her so 
hard that the young girl's teeth began to chatter. "Okay, Miss Iceberg Cunt. 
We don't have to go in the bedroom. This bathroom's a good enough place for 
you! And if you're sweet little cunt's so tight and sore, your mouth sure as 
hell is big enough!" Gregg was furious. All he could think of was doing 
something to humiliate the little bitch he thought he was trying to make a 
fool out him. He pushed her roughly back against the bathroom door, and 
although she still struggled to get away, crushed his naked weight against 
her woefully trembling body, feeling her soft breasts nudging against him. 
Her fingernails were scratching at his back and ferociously the angry young 
husband pushed her down to her knees, pinning her shoulders back against the 
door, rendering her almost powerless to move. 

"You want to flap that sweet little mouth of yours? Here, flap them around 
this!" He chuckled lewdly as his thickly bobbing cock pushed nakedly against 
Daphne's horrified face and his dark curly pubic hair ground roughly against 
her nose. She tried to turn away, but he held her pinned firmly against his 
lustfully pulsating loins. 

"Open your mouth! Take it! Take it! You'll get used to it eventually. Some 
cunts even get to dig it after a while!" he sneered. 

Daphne gasped, trying to hold back the shock and panic that was threatening 
to burst forth from within her. "Oh, please she whimpered, "Oh Gregg, please 
don't make me... she whimpered, Oh Gregg, please don't... please don't make 
me... I can't, I can't." But Daphne could feel it starting to grow harder 
already as he rubbed his rigid cock-tip against her trembling lips, the 
pungent smell of him burning her nostrils as the smooth penile flesh created 
shivers throughout her nakedly held body. She struggled hard for breath, but 
Gregg thought of that too and pinched her nose shut with his fingers, 
forcing her to open her mouth in a desperate gasp for air. She fought for a 
long moment, moving her head frantically from side to side, but her new 
husband shoved his hips forward, sliding the thick blood-filled head of his 
cock deep within the confines of her helplessly spread lips. She fought 
again, but Gregg tangled his hand cruelly into Daphne's soft silken hair, 
already feeling the exquisite wetness of his blond wife's mouth beginning to 
excite him beyond measure. He held on until Daphne was forced to begin a 
gentle sucking motion with her lips and tongue. 

"Yessss... Aaaaahhh, that's it, that's it! Ooooohhhhh!" he gasped. Looking 
down he could see her lips hollowing and expanding with each stroke he made 
up into her wide-stretched mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be 
seen pulling from the young bride's widely ovaled lips as he drew back and 
then thrust forward, his throbbing hot cock almost disappearing deep up 
inside of her mouth. He eased his prick in and out, nursing the sweet 
pleasure for all he could get, rhythmically fucking it in and out, never 
quite drawing his pulsating penis all the way out of the kneeling girl's 
mouth, but leaving the thickly rounded tip just inside the warm moist rim of 
her lips. 

Gregg's lewdly thrusting cock seemed to grow larger and thicker with each 
passing moment, stretching Daphne's taut lips until she thought they would 
stretch apart.' Garbled, strangled noises of protest escaped her lips as the 
wetly impaling penis slid far down her virginal throat, making her feel as 
if she would choke to death at any minute. Tears of utter humility and shame 
trickled down her glistening flushed cheeks as the shaft of her husband's 
penis slipped in and out of her widespread lips, her cheeks hollowing to 
accommodate its unwanted penetration. 

"Come on Honey. Relax and enjoy it. It'll go a lot better if you stop being 
so nervous. Just suck on it, baby, suck on it." 

Daphne wanted to scream, to beg him to let her go, but there was nothing she 
could do but crouch there between his legs and receive his lustfully 
spearing cock into the warm, wet confines of her open mouth. His hairy legs 
pressed her against the hard wood door, pinning her tight to it. Above her, 
when she opened her eyes, she could see his lust-distorted face, his 
desire-glazed eyes, his mouth twisted with the agony of his forbidden 
pleasure in the harsh light of the green-tiled bathroom. 

Never had she felt so utterly humiliated and mortified. The young bride knew 
that she would never recover from the shame she was experiencing. She could 
not stay with Gregg even though she had married him. She had made a terrible 
mistake. She knew now that her mother was right! 

Gregg felt Daphne's tongue lathing against the underbelly of his lustfully 
engorged penis, and occasionally he would feel her teeth scrape lightly 
against the tightness of his rigid pole. It only added to his pleasure. He 
started to pull his tingling cock completely out of her mouth, then plunging 
it back in again to the hilt, his heavy, hairy testicles swinging obscenely 
against the underside of the blonde teenager's chin. The feel of her fleshy 
young breasts pressing against his legs excited him and the wetness of her 
mouth surrounded his almost impossibly hard cock with incredible heat and 
pleasure. The wet, moist sucking sound of his penis sliding in and out rose 
in the quiet air of the bathroom and as Gregg noted it, he felt the first 
signals that he was going to cum. 

It was too late to stop now, it just felt too good, even though he had 
planned to fuck his wife's tight little cunt as well as her mouth. He wanted 
to ram it into that blonde-trimmed pussy of hers again... but he'd have to 
do it next time. He couldn't stop-the orgasm that was building now inside 
him was too powerful a force to check. Every muscle was tense and he felt 
his thighs trembling from the strain of pressing them against his wife for 
so long a time. The tendons of his neck were standing out, and the 
perspiration from his head and chest was dripping down onto the top of 
Daphne's thoroughly tangled hair. 

"Oh GOD!" he groaned. It was starting, he could feel it. It was coming 
really strong and he started to fuck her mouth harder, unmindful now as 
before of the gagging sounds of distress emanating from his pinioned bride's 
throat and the sound of her head as it pounded against the wooden door. His 
cock was so fucking hard that he felt as if he could bend steel with it! 
Frantically, he tangled his hands roughly into his wife's silky blond hair 
and cupped them under the back of her head and shoved her mouth forward to 
meet the suddenly thick gushing stream of his cum. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... Aaaaarrrnnngggnnnnnhhhh!!" Holding the frightened young 
girl's head pinned to his exploding cock, he felt his powerfully jetting 
sperm striking against the roof of her mouth, while Daphne whimpered 
helplessly there below him, left with no other alternative than to swallow 
the hotly spraying flood of his sperm. Gregg sighed and released his hold on 
his wife's head as the last spurts of pleasure left his rapidly softening 
penis. He slumped slightly as his deflated cock began to slip from between 
the semen-glistening lips of her well-fucked mouth. He leaned all his weight 
forward against the door for a moment, letting his body fall fully against 
her. 

"Let me go, let me go," Daphne groaned, suffocating against his sweaty 
thighs. 

Gregg obliged now that his lust was spent. He leaned back against the door 
jam and sighed, a smile now on his face. "My, that was fine," he said, "You 
give a great blow-job. A natural!" 

Daphne looked up at him with unbelievable horror, and then seeing her chance 
to escape she scurried away from his on her hands and knees and then ran, 
sobbing to the bed. Tears of anger and frustration flowed copiously from her 
cobalt blue eyes as she threw herself down on the rumpled sheets of her 
conjugal bed and cried desperately into her pillow. She sobbed convulsively, 
pulling the comforting sheets and blankets over her, trying to warm her 
shocked, chilled body. But even now as she cried, traces of unfulfilled 
desire were rising in her, desire that she knew now her husband would never 
be allowed to satisfy. She would never let him near her again, now that she 
knew the way he was. 

"What is happening to me?" she sobbed into her pillow, feeling the tingling 
of fresh desire beginning to grow within her, making her forget already the 
horrid memory of her husband's second forced act upon her young, virginal 
body, making her only more painfully aware of her own burning, and as yet 
unfulfilled, needs. 

"Oh God, what is happening to me?" she cried once more. 

* * * 

North of the motel, on Route "!", an old Ford pickup truck ground slowly 
around the treacherous curves that wound along the Pacific coast. In the 
back of the truck, a load of groceries bounced along, and a black dog, half 
Labrador, half German shepherd, stuck his wet nose into the wind. Inside the 
cab, Mrs. Salt drove, and Leon the handyman rode in the passenger seat, 
staring out the side window at nothing in particular. 

"What's on your mind today, Leon?" Mrs. Salt asked, peering over at her 
handyman. "You're quieter than your usual self today?" 

"Nothing, Salty. Just thinking." 

"Well, I don't like it when you think, Leon. It means you're up to some kind 
of trouble." 

"No trouble, Salty. I'm just thinking about a little old fish that I let get 
away this morning." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Mrs. Salt poured a jigger a scotch over some ice, and lighting a cigarette, 
sat down at the round oak table in the kitchen behind the motel office. She 
needed something to calm her nerves-she had had a rough day. "Damn Gregg for 
bringing that foolish girl here," she said out loud to herself. 

She knew it was their honeymoon, but she resented the fact that the two of 
them had been lying around in that cabin all day while she herself had been 
working like a horse around the place. That afternoon the plumbing in the 
office cabin had backed up. Leon was off God only knew where, and she'd gone 
to Gregg's cabin to see if he could help her for a minute. 

When she got to the cabin door, she heard Gregg and his new bride arguing 
inside. 

"Don't you come near me," she heard Daphne say. "Don't you ever come near me 
again." 

"I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole," Gregg said. "I'm getting out of 
this place first thing in the morning, but until I do " 

"Shut up. I'm tired of the sound of your whiny voice." Gregg had hissed at 
his wife. "The sooner you disappear the better, and good riddance." 

"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Mrs. Salt said to herself, thinking now 
about the conversation she had overheard. She was glad the girl was leaving, 
but she was still bitter over the way the rest of the day had gone. After 
she put the groceries away, she spent two hours mopping up the sewage from 
the overflow. Then Leon had come in to the kitchen, mud all over his shoes 
and demanding dinner as if she were working for him and not the other way 
around. The handyman's dirty dishes were still sitting in the sink waiting 
to be washed, she noted. 

And then to cap things off, Gregg had stumbled into the kitchen a few 
minutes ago, groggy with sleep, sullen and sulky, and without even a word to 
her had made for the refrigerator for something to eat. 

"What's wrong, Greggy?" Mrs. Salt had asked him. 

"Mind your own business," he had snapped at her, and with a can of beer and 
a bag of potato chips, he had slammed past her and out of the house. 

"This is the way he treats his own mother," Mrs. Salt thought, and a strange 
little feeling came to the pit of her stomach, a feeling something like 
anger, but a feeling that she tried to repress, knowing that it reminded her 
of something that she did not want to recognize as being true. 

It was at times like this, when she felt restless and deserted and bitter, 
that she forced herself to think about her husband, Mel. Mel, who had been a 
hard-working, loving husband for twenty good years. They had married young, 
and Mel was the only man she'd ever known... except... 

Think about Mel! Mrs. Salt commanded her tortured brain when her mind began 
to wander. It had always been the same with Mel. She remembered well his 
stiff, penetrating cock as it had fucked her almost nightly in those twenty 
years. She imagined she could feel his desire-hardened pole entering her 
eagerly clenched, dark-haired pussy lips, could feel its heated, steady 
progress as it rose, deep, deep, up inside her where she had felt everything 
moving to meet him, her trembling full thighs wrapping themselves hungrily 
around her husband's back as he thrust forward and forward again between her 
willingly widespread legs. 

She remembered the bliss of their lovemaking, the undeniable thrill he 
always was able to create in her... she had thought that there was no 
greater feeling than to have his body writhing nakedly against hers, no 
greater ecstasy, she had thought, was possible. And then Mel had died, 
suddenly, of a heart attack, and she had thought, at the funeral, that she 
would never be able to have with anyone what she had felt with Mel... until 
that night... The night of the funeral... she tried to block out the memory, 
but she couldn't. The feeling it stirred within her loins was too strong to 
erase. 

"Gregg!" she almost called out loud in the darkening kitchen. "Oh my darling 
son!" And she let her mind go back to that night three years before, the 
very night after which she had watched her husband's coffin be buried in the 
ground. Oh God! How had it begun? Why had she let him start doing those 
things to her? And worse, why had she made him stop, just when she was on 
the brink, just nearing the edge as his nakedly quivering cock-head tried to 
open her passion-heated cunt up, sliding against the pussy wetness as they 
lay together on the very bed she and her husband had shared, clinging to 
each other, mother and son, wanting each other's bodies so badly that they 
groveled wildly, trembling in their heat, blinded by the lust that guided 
them! Her so recently bereaved cunt had wanted to part for him, the darkly 
fringed pussy had yearned for his hard young cock as her belly had trembled 
against his. And it had almost happened. 

But it hadn't! 

At the last moment, Mrs. Salt had stopped him, pushed him from her. It was 
wrong and they both knew it was wrong, but as long as neither of them said 
anything the mad embrace begun in a moment of mutual grief for the departed, 
that mad embrace would have continued... But the magical, insane spell had 
been broken by her protest and mother and son looked each other full of 
shame and embarrassment for their behavior. 

Mrs. Salt felt tears welling within her as she recalled her son's apology. 
"Oh God, forgive me, Mom, I don't know what got into me... I just got 
carried away... I lost control... I... I'm sorry... please forgive me." 

"Forgive you? Oh darling, don't be sorry. There's nothing to forgive. It was 
all my fault," she had wept, "All my fault." She cradled her young son's 
dark-haired head, so like her own, on her soft breast. "It's as if it never 
happened," she told him. "We'll just pretend it never happened." 

But something had happened. A flame had been kindled inside her that night 
that no amount of time had been able to quell. And perhaps the feeling she 
had for her son had been there long before that night when it had erupted 
from their sorrow into a mutual passion. 

She snuffed out her cigarette and finished the last bit of scotch in her 
glass, soothed by the harsh liquor and by the thought that the little 
blonde-haired intruder would be leaving them, her and her son, soon. "It's 
all that little tramps fault," she said to herself. "We'll be fine when she 
leaves." 

* * * 

Ravaged and red-eyed from her long day of weeping, Daphne woke from a fitful 
sleep in her honeymoon bed. In her groggy state, she looked around her. 
Nothing had changed. Her husband still lay next to her on the rumpled bed, 
his head thrown back, sleeping. How could he look so peaceful when she was 
in such torment? 

She tried to go back to sleep. If she could just sleep the time away, 
tomorrow would come sooner and then she'd be out of this terrible place. But 
sleep would not come, so after tossing and turning for what seemed like an 
eternity, she got out of bed, quietly as she could so as not to disturb 
Gregg-she didn't want to talk to that monster-and dressed quickly, pulling 
on a white cotton peasant dress embroidered with blue and red flowers that 
her parents had brought her from one of their trips to Acapulco. 

She didn't worry about panties or brassiere, no one would see her anyway. 
She threw a shawl around her shoulders, and stepped out of the cabin, 
barefoot, into the chill dusk. She'd head down to the river, she decided. 
Horrible as the people were in this place, she still loved the physical 
surroundings. The river, she knew, would soothe her. With no trouble, she 
found the path she'd taken at dawn that morning, through the trees which 
were now suffused with golden light from the distant sunset. When she 
approached the river's edge, she heard someone humming a low, slow song, and 
she started to turn back, not wanting to meet up with anyone, the way she 
was feeling. But a familiar voice spoke to her before she could even make 
out who it was there, and the sound gave her a funny feeling. 

"Little Daphne girl, that must be you. You're the only around here besides 
me that seems to get any use of this particular river." 

Daphne stood stock still, like a cornered deer, wondering if she ought to 
answer Leon, the strange-acting handyman, or whether she ought to just 
hustle herself back to the cabin. While she was deciding, Leon spoke again, 
and this time could hear that he was coming towards her. 

"Come on, come on. I know you're there. Come on and sit here by the river. 
River'll make you feel good!" 

Daphne decided to brave it out. Anything would be preferable to going back 
to that stuffy cabin and watching her pig of a husband snore all night with 
his mouth open. And she didn't feel like seeing her mother-in-law either. 

"Yes," Daphne replied. "The river does make me feel good!" She acted as 
cheerful and self-assured as she could, trying not to pull away as the black 
handyman took her arm and helped her down the steep incline to the river's 
edge. 

"Come on, sit down here," he said, spreading his jacket on the sand for her. 
"Why you know, girl, you barely look older than jailbait!" Leon said 
chuckling. 

Daphne bristled. "I am not. I'm eighteen. Old enough to vote!" People were 
always telling her she looked younger than she was, and she resented it. And 
she didn't know why, but she didn't like this big virile looking black man 
thinking she was such a child! She didn't like the way he acted-something 
cocky about him, like he knew all the answers, and she was just some stupid, 
silly little girl. 

"Old enough to vote!" he laughed. "Well, how about that! I suppose you're 
old enough to enjoy a little wine now and again too." 

Leon was very amused to see Daphne take him up on the suggestion of wine. 
Women were really simple creatures-just like fish-once you had them figured 
out, he thought. He watched carefully as the pretty blonde girl daintily 
sipped wine from the bottle. She seemed to like the taste of the stuff, too, 
he guessed, as she swallowed one gulp and then another. 

The handyman sat in the sand next to his young boss's new wife, amazed that 
this prim little blonde creature in her little girl's dress and purple shawl 
that hid her little curvy nymphet's body from his eyes was the very same 
little woman who that very day had unknowingly showed him the silken, 
curl-lined slit of her pussy, complete with thrusting, worming fingers, 
slipping all the way up inside! The very thought of her lying there, panties 
around her knees and finger-fucking herself sent him into a frenzy of lust, 
but he managed quite well to hide it from the young white girl, knowing how 
it would frighten her. He was enough of a fisherman to know that you don't 
reel the fish in right off. No, you wait for a second nibble, to make sure 
the fish has taken the hook... You got to wait, he thought, until the time 
is just right! 

He took a swig of the wine, then passed back the bottle. "Have another sip?" 
he asked politely, as beneath his workpants his thickly pulsing cock 
throbbed and pulsed with desire. 

Well, fucking little Gregg's wife, that would be something! And that cocky 
white kid deserved nothing better than to have his wife fucked shitless by 
someone who knew what they were doing. Hell! If the old Leon ever got 
himself a wife, nobody would ever find her finger-fucking herself all alone 
in the woods the next day. Shit! 

"Why, yes, I'd like some more. Just a little," Daphne said. She could tell 
from the taste of it and from the label on the bottle that it wasn't the 
kind of wine that her parents served at their table with dinner. But it 
tasted pretty good anyway; it was nice and sweet and went down easy, and it 
warmed her and made her feel a little better. She was chilly, and she'd been 
through a lot in the last few days, and the mellow wine was calming her. 

She watched Leon take a hit off the bottle, and then listened while he 
talked about fishing and the river. She was beginning not to be afraid of 
the man... she liked the way he talked, the things he said about nature, the 
fish, how to catch them. He did seem to know about a lot of things she had 
not learned in college. And she also had to admit to herself that he was 
very handsome. He looked just like that movie actor, Sidney Poitier. She was 
becoming glad to have the chance to get to know someone like him-it was a 
real adventure for someone like her, who had led such a sheltered life... 
she'd be leaving tomorrow, anyway. Wait until she told the girl's at school 
about this! What an experience! 

She began to think about how the story would sound to her friends when she 
told it-an exotic tale of adventure! These thoughts cheered the young girl 
so much that she became almost lighthearted, laughing and responding to 
Leon's tales with a good nature that she had kept hidden up until then. 

"Say, you know, you're a pretty nice lady when you're more relaxed," Leon 
said. 

Daphne realized with a pang of conscience that she was more relaxed now. 
Maybe it was her fault that things were working out so badly. Maybe her own 
uptightness and natural reserve had made her overly suspicious of Gregg and 
his mother and the handyman. Maybe they were perfectly nice people after 
all, and she had been the fool! But then she remembered the events with her 
husband in that murky cabin... and she remembered that it hadn't been her 
fault... she just couldn't have been wrong about that! "Listen, it's getting 
cold here. You're shivering. Pretty soon it'll be dark, anyway. Besides, 
we're out of wine! Come on. Let's go back to the motel. I know where there's 
some more," Leon said, noticing happily that when Daphne stood up, she 
staggered a bit to get her balance. 

She giggled and took one last look at the river, before she followed Leon 
back up the path, feeling the cool sand beneath her feet, listening to 
Leon's low voice as he described this fish and that fish that he'd caught or 
almost caught. 

Leon walked briskly, laughing while he told his stories, but thinking about 
her husband Gregg. Leon always thought Gregg must be a lousy lay, even 
though he had no definite proof-despite all those pretty girls that were 
always coming around to see the white boy. But now he had proof-this little 
blonde who'd rather be with him than with that cocky kid. Gregg, with his 
high-falutin' college and his big talk! None of that had much to do with 
what being a man was all about, Leon was thinking as they neared the 
clearing and he led the way to his cabin. 

Daphne could barely make out Leon's words anymore, trying as she was to 
contend with the effects of all the wine she had been drinking, and on an 
empty stomach. The fact that she hadn't eaten, and all the fresh air 
combined to accentuate the effects of the alcohol in her system. She could 
feel her feet and finger tips grow slightly numb and tingly, while the rest 
of her body seemed completely keyed-up, her heart beating wildly in her 
chest and that odd sensation lurking at the base of her belly. She slipped 
several times, and stepped on pebbles which hurt the sensitive soles of her 
bare feet, and Leon turned from time to time to help her over logs and up 
steep grades. Each time he took her hand in his, she wanted him to let go 
because she could feel a terrible excitation run through her from his touch. 
Daphne knew that everything inside her was all mixed up, upset by her new 
husband's cruel, actions on their honeymoon, and she knew that now with the 
addition of all the wine, something else was happening, and she felt all out 
of control. 

She couldn't grasp the full significance of what was happening. She had 
begun to think of Leon as a pal, a true friend, and it wasn't occurring to 
her at that moment that the handyman had anything else in mind. But when 
they got to the clearing where the motel was and Leon turned to her in the 
growing darkness, she began to realize what he wanted from her. He stood at 
the door of a cabin, and she quickly realized that it was not her cabin. 

"Wh... what are we doing here? This isn't my cabin!" she said, turning to 
leave. "I'd better go. I feel much better now. Thank you." 

"Hey, wait a minute," Leon said, taking hold of her arm. "Why don't you come 
in and sit a while." Then in a softer tone he added, "I'll make it real nice 
for you." 

"No... no... don't," she begged, trying to squirm out of his grasp. "I'd 
better get back. Gregg is waiting for me... please let go." 

Leon spoke again, this time pulling her into the dark cabin and then putting 
his arms around her, drawing her close up against his hard body. "Now, don't 
be upset, Miss. You've been upset enough already. You don't need that boy... 
forget about him... What you need is some good loving... you need me." His 
words terrified Daphne, and yet at the sound of them she felt herself 
overcome by a violent series of thrills that shook her body as though she 
had touched an ungrounded electrical wire instead of the hard, muscular 
frame of the tall, dark handyman. 

"You mustn't talk like that! You mustn't say those things to me!" I'm your 
boss's wife! You have no right... " 

"I got every right! Why not?" Leon answered, moving even closer, his strong 
arms encircling her and holding her firmly. "And I'll tell you another 
thing. Once I get through with you, you both gonna thank me, yes, you will. 
I can show you a few things that no white man could do, then you can show 
him and you both be better off." 

Daphne wanted to scream and run, but the slightly drunk young girl knew he'd 
never let go of her now. At his obscene words she sent up a silent prayer 
for help, realizing that her knees were shaking violently, and that 
everywhere her unconsciously yielding body was pressed up against Leon's she 
was feeling the most acutely pleasurable sensations she had ever known. And 
then he was drawing her toward him, paying no attention to her small hands 
pushing against his chest, his powerful black arms crushing her to him as 
his hot, eager mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing 
his large, soft lips wetly to the young blonde bride's in a tight, grinding 
way. 

Feeling her husband's handyman's hand pressing hard into the firm softness 
of her breast, Daphne groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky 
moment. She realized that protest was futile and she allowed herself to go 
limp, amazed at the little butterfly-like sensations that once more 
fluttered inside her stomach. 

"You like it. I can tell you do," Leon said in a coarse whisper, his strong 
hand continuing to stroke her lush round breasts through the material of her 
cotton dress. Daphne moaned in desperation. There was no use fighting him, 
he was too strong. And now, her own body, so much misused by Gregg, was 
beginning to betray her. The effects of the drinking had turned her into a 
loose bundle of raw nerve-endings, and her wine-fogged brain was rapidly 
losing control over it. 

"Why not?" a wicked little voice was whispering deep inside her. "They'd 
never believe you didn't mean to come here. You're not a virgin anymore, so 
what difference does it make? Nothing makes any difference now, really. And 
maybe it will feel good... maybe it will feel good... " 

"Oooooooooooh... aaaaahhhh!" she gasped, as helplessly she let him slip his 
hand up inside her loose, short dress, cupping her nakedly quivering breasts 
in his anxious, exploring hands. She tried no more to stop him as the tiny 
licks of flaming passion began to tingle through her, awakening her young 
flesh enticingly. She felt small pinpricks of delicious sensation racing 
through the tip of the soft smooth surface of her velvety breast as he 
rolled the hardened nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. 

The heat of the insistent handyman's breath rushed against the young 
blonde's ear, then he moved his head down and brought his lips once again to 
lock wetly on hers. 

Before she even realized what she was doing, the frustrated bride 
involuntarily thrust her tongue forward sharply to meet his. Leon sucked its 
hard, pointed tip deep into the greedy wetness of his mouth. Oh Lord, the 
young bride thought, his kiss is setting me on fire! 

"Come on baby," he said, easing his head away and leading her over to his 
small cot. The sight of the bed brought Daphne to the realization of what 
she was on the verge of doing. Once again the petite blonde thought of 
breaking away and running for everything she was worth... running fast and 
hard, even though her legs felt like they would never support her... but 
running where, she thought despairingly, running where... and to whom? 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"No sense worrying over something that's past and gone," Mrs. Salt said to 
herself, finishing the last of her scotch. "Not when there's dishes waiting 
to be done." She rose and went to the sink, but as she washed and rinsed the 
dishes she continued to be in an inner turmoil about her suppressed feelings 
for her son. 

A sudden movement through the trees outside the window over the sink 
attracted her attention. Who could it be at this hour? Through the early 
evening darkness she perceived the figures of Leon the handyman and the 
young blonde daughter-in-law, who staggered, Mrs. Salt could swear she 
staggered, as if she had been drinking! 

What could they be up to? she wondered. Quickly, she turned off the running 
water, dried her hands on a dishtowel, and left the house. She took the back 
door and went first to Gregg's cabin. Probably, she thought, the little 
blonde had returned there. She looked through the screen door and saw that 
Gregg was in the Cabin alone, stretched out on the rumpled bed. His young 
wife was nowhere in sight! 

Her heart racing, Mrs. Salt moved quickly across the dirt parking lot in the 
direction of Leon the handyman's cabin. 

* * * 

There on the narrow cot, lying on the scratchy wool plaid blanket, Daphne 
weakly rolled her blonde head back and forth in limp protest. The handyman, 
naked to the waist now, moved toward the bed; sitting next to her, he leaned 
over her. She reached up and put her delicate white hands on his dark 
shoulders, surprised at how smooth his skin was. She had expected it to be 
rougher. 

Then his big lips were glued to hers once more, his tongue gliding between 
her lips, past the barrier of her sharp little teeth. She found herself 
sucking on his wet tongue while unconsciously she ran her hands over his 
chest and shoulders, her fingertips caressing one of his hard nipples, then 
squeezing and rolling it between her fingers as he had done to hers. 

The young blonde wife felt Leon's large hand tracing up the trembling hot 
flesh of her inner thighs, caressing her soft skin with light circular 
motions until, momentarily, her breath caught in her throat as his fingers 
slid gently upward, parting the sensitive flanges of her pussy to slip 
tenderly into its hot wetness and find the quivering inner lips that 
enshrined her clitoris. 

It was at just that spine-tingling moment that she thought of her husband 
Gregg. Visions of him loomed before her in the darkened room. She thought 
she could almost see him standing there looking at them, a contemptuous 
sneer of total loathing contorting his handsome face... and she froze... she 
held her breath... and then all at once she started to fight the half naked 
black man. She came to life, squirming and struggling to get away from him. 

"What you doin', white girl?" Leon said, surprised at her sudden resistance. 
He grabbed her flailing wrists and pinned her hard against the bed. "What's 
the matter with you?" 

"Don't touch me. Let go of me!" she was shrieking at him now. "You filthy 
beast! You Pig!" 

He shook her by her wrists as if she were a rag doll, and then pushed her 
down again, crushing her with the weight of his powerful body against the 
bed until she could not move an inch. 

"Oh, please, Leon. Please don't do it to me!" Daphne begged, hot tears 
streaming down her cheeks as he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, the 
full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, the soft blonde pubic curls covering 
her cunt and the flatness of her white, white, belly visible to him. He sat 
her up and then pulled her dress over her head and threw it across the room. 
Then he reached down to fumble with his work pants, jerking them down 
impatiently over his lean hips while he held Daphne on the bed with one 
strong black hand. 

She gasped when she caught a glimpse of the thick hard black penis in his 
hand. Then he was forcing his way between her legs, spreading her thighs 
unmercifully as he guided his lewdly distended member forward, shoving her 
legs roughly apart with his own, forcing her to raise them high as he used 
the fleshy rubbery head of his cock to part the moistly clasping lips of her 
pussy. 

Daphne tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as 
she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive palpitating edges 
of her involuntarily moistening pussy. She held her breath for what seemed 
an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation beneath him. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh! she gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against 
the contracted elastic opening of her puffy almost virginal little cunt 
lips. 

"Uuuunnnnggggg... " she groaned as the huge, bulbous tip slipped through, 
stretching the tightly resilient passage unbelievably wide until she felt as 
though her loins were ripping apart from the unbearable pressure. Could she 
stand it? 

"No, Leon, please, please stop. You're hurting me. You're hurting meee!" 
Daphne pleaded with her tormentor. But when she opened her eyes and looked 
up at him she saw that he was smiling; he was actually enjoying the sight of 
her writhing in pain beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration 
of her helplessly exposed pussy. 

Suddenly the grin on his smirking face was replaced by a contorted grimace 
of sheer, raw lust as if he could barely stand it no longer, the debauched 
vision of her young, pale, defenseless form utterly exposed and vulnerable 
beneath his dark brown body. He could see the enormous head of his black, 
fully erect cock disappearing into the damp blonde curls covering her 
hopelessly resisting cunt. 

"I'm going to fuck you, little white girl, like you never been fucked 
before!!!!" 

His weight crushed her against the bed as, heavily, he came down upon her, 
thrusting his hips forward with the same motion as he sent his sleekly 
penetrating cock fucking up into her pussy with a roaring fury, pushing the 
moist velvety flesh of her cunt walls in warm pressured waves before it. 
There was no stopping him until, with a low moan, his balls slapped heavily 
into the upturned cheeks of her desperately flailing ass. 

"Oh Nooooooooo!" Daphne cried beneath him, her pain-wracked passage feeling 
as if his plunging penis had split it in two. He had fucked up into her 
without mercy, impaled her on the doubled up fist of his lust-flaring 
cock-head. He fucked away at her, until now his shaft lay sunk deep up in 
her belly, filling every part of her burning, impossibly straining hole. 

Leon lay still for a long moment, his dark face directly above her, the 
whites of his eyes flashing. Daphne too remained unmoving, fearful of 
stirring because of the agony it might bring... It was quiet in the dark 
cabin, and all that could be heard was their labored breathing, a sound 
which hung between them for a long time. Then suddenly Daphne felt a throb 
from deep inside as the breadth and length of his hotly pulsating shaft 
jerked up into her another half inch as he flexed it within her ravished 
vagina. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnnngggghhhhhh... " Daphne groaned. 

Leon clamped his lustfully searching mouth over hers and began a slow 
rocking motion between her thighs. The pain was like tiny explosions of 
exploding bullets inside her, searing the soft sensitive cuntal flesh as his 
motion widened the tightly narrow passage with each short smooth stroke as 
she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. 

And then, as if it were severed from her resisting mind, her body started to 
react involuntarily. Lewd flashes of hot desire were coursing through her 
veins and she no longer had any will left to fight it. She had lost the 
battle and now she knew that despite her repugnance and horror, she was 
about to surrender totally to the black handyman lying with his penis buried 
deep up between her widespread thighs. The thought alone sent chills running 
along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Leon's cock 
impaling wetly up into her. 

Her whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him and she moaned 
incessantly up into the working moisture of his mouth, pushing her tongue 
with complete abandon deep into his throat. Faint moans of bestial servile 
acceptance rose from her throat in torrents, and her pretty face was wrung 
with passion, lips working, neck straining, beads of sweat bursting out on 
her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair. 

Leon slipped his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slid them 
beneath the smooth undulating moans of her working buttocks, taking them 
harshly in his hands as he began to fuck upward into her with greater 
frenzy. 

The wine-impassioned young blonde flexed and unflexed her now smoothly 
grinding ass-cheeks while the huge negro clutched his fingers tightly into 
the firm quaking flesh. He jerked her harder up against his loins and she 
pulled her thighs back toward her chest a little more, the moist wet hold of 
her cunt spreading open wider to receive his excitedly fucking cock to 
greater and greater depths up within the open tunnel to her belly. 

The tormenting pain was passed now, her legs on either side of his 
penetrating cock-shaft were shaking and quivering in a wild, passion-driven 
abandon she could not control. She shut her eyes tight, slavering her hot 
tongue wantonly up into his fleshy mouth, low groans of velvety pleasure 
rumbling in her throat. She knew the cords in her neck and thighs were 
standing out hard and tense as she writhed under the handyman's body from 
the intensity of her excitement. She had lost all capacity to think, but 
just felt the delicious sensation of lying beneath the strong black man who 
was fucking her against her conscious will. She fucked him back as he was 
fucking her. 

The black man slaved above her, moving now in smoother, longer strokes that 
drew his cock nearly out of her hotly clasping vagina on the stroke out, and 
then plunged it forward into her uplifted belly again until she felt the 
harsh slap of his balls against the exposed little circle of her tightly 
puckered anus. She felt his fingers tracing down the naked skin of her 
buttocks until he found the small little hole cradled defenselessly beneath. 

All at once, his finger tip popped up into it with a sudden quick inward 
movement, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding to his assault. His eyes 
flashed open wide with surprise and she gasped, a groan escaping her lips in 
shocked protest. 

But her soft mewling sounds only incited him to worm deeper and deeper still 
with his finger up into the dark rubbery depths of her rectum. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh Nnnnnoooooo... " Daphne groaned from the added pressure up 
inside her widely stretching little asshole. 

But the handyman did not heed her cries of protest. He worked his finger 
around inside her ass-hole, stretching the elastic softness wider and wider 
as he ground his finger relentlessly up into her. She felt a second, and 
then a third finger snaking its way up into her elastically giving little 
anal passage, the deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowly 
subsiding to give way to greater moans of pleasure, pleasure she had never 
before felt, as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural 
invasion that was almost cock-sized. 

Leon brought his other hand around to where his cock was sliding smoothly in 
and out of her hotly grasping pussy and she felt him begin to fondle the 
quivering hair-lined lips until more muted, unrestrained groans formed in 
her throat and escaped her. Her already widely stretching vaginal walls 
seemed to gape open even more in greedy desire, swallowing now the whole of 
his massively pulsating black hardness as he fucked mercilessly up into the 
farthest recesses of her being. 

Without warning he quickened his thrust, hot and pulsing and deep, and the 
painful agony of pleasure made her thrash beneath him as she felt him rip 
his fingers from her anal passage with a lewd, wet suctioning sound, and the 
sudden loss of his fingers disturbed her. But then he moved both his hands 
under her knees, and pushed them hard back down against the bed up on either 
side of her shoulders, making the pile-driving hardness of his huge black 
cock penetrate deeper, much deeper, as he fucked into her even more 
lust-incited than he had been before. 

"oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... "Daphne chanted beneath him, her face twisted into 
an unrecognizable mask of wild, insane passion. 

Once more, the huge Black quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, 
fucking her deep and hard, his cock boring up into the hidden recesses of 
her womb. She was a mass of exquisite moisture and her loins blazed with 
primitive passion, consuming her mind, over-powering all thought other than 
that of the magnificent pressure building up inside her. She was vaguely 
aware of his hands running over her like searing tongues of flame, of his 
warm soft lips, of the hot rubbing of his body as he squirmed and pummeled 
against her. It was happening! 

Her breath came in quick panting gasps and she writhed, hotly, sensuously, 
beneath him, then heard his wailing moan. His penis became a menacing 
unrelenting animal, raging and hurtling into her making her tingle all the 
way from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. 

"Oh Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh Yes... Oh that's it... Oh don't stop... oh please don't 
stop... " she screamed and gasped... "IIII'MMMM CCCCCUUUMMMMMIIINNGG!" 

And even as she jerked and bucked against him, she felt his cock expand once 
more as it began to pump his hot thick sperm far up into her orgasmically 
contracting belly, their love-juices mingling deep inside in a wet pool of 
bliss and passion that she had never dreamed could be possible. She could 
not believe what was happening to her. 

And her mother-in-law could not believe her senses either. There before her, 
through the window of Leon's cabin where she stood, she could see them-Leon, 
her big negro handyman, and her son's voluptuous new blonde bride, 
Daphne-wildly in the throes of their love-making, fornicating there in the 
dark cabin, right on Leon's cot, the excited young blonde urging her black 
lover on as she reached a tempestuous obscene climax that made Mrs. Salt's 
eyes pop out of her head. 

Mrs. Salt put her hand up to her mouth, an automatic reaction to stifle a 
scream that actually had no sound. And she stood there, her mouth gaping 
open, watching the lascivious, adulterous spectacle within the room as the 
young bride writhed wildly, uncontrollably, beneath the impassioned thrusts 
of the black handyman. 

That tramp! That filthy little tramp! she thought. Mrs. Salt could feel the 
tears slipping down her cheeks as she witnessed the lewdly fucking couple 
and then she turned from the window and ran. She couldn't believe that she 
had seen such a thing. But now that she had, what should she do? she 
wondered, What on earth should she do? 

Inside the cabin, Daphne's legs went limp, jerking convulsively and finally 
falling on either side of the black man's still-heaving naked body. She lay 
there beneath him, her legs splayed out wantonly on either side of him, that 
beautiful young blonde virgin of yesterday, her heart pounding in her chest 
as though it would burst. She was satiated, totally satiated, for the first 
time! But as she lay there and her breath came slower, she returned to her 
old sense of herself, and the shame and guilt she had felt returned to her, 
flooding her brain with remembrances of her surroundings, and her situation, 
and who this stranger lying on top of her actually was, his thick savage 
penis still buried up inside her cum-flooded cunt to he hilt while her 
tingling vagina walls palpitated and still sucked softly inward around its 
long heavy blackness. 

Oh God, What had she done? How could she have done such a thing? And what if 
I get pregnant, she thought as she felt his heated sperm still puddling deep 
up in her belly, pregnant by a black man! She, pregnant by a black man, she, 
who had been worried for so long about being a virgin for her darling 
husband... who was at this minute only footsteps away from this place where 
she was lying like a common whore under the black sweating body of her 
husband's employee! And she had just opened her cunt wide to him with utter 
abandon, and what is worse she had completely, which is more than she could 
say she felt when Gregg had fucked her! Greg! She wanted to banish the 
thought of him from her mind, and yet she couldn't. 

Above her, Leon pulled slowly back, his now limp penis slipping from the 
snug, enveloping moistness of her still warmly quivering vaginal passage, 
making a soft little slushing noise as it slipped wetly out. Then he 
collapsed, spent, on the cot beside her. 

On his face he wore a self-satisfied, cocky grin, and seeing it, Daphne 
immediately wished to heaven that she had to smash into that smug visage. 
Her own face was wet with tears of shame. 

"You're horrible. You're disgusting! She was horrified to hear herself hiss. 

"How could you rape me this way?" 

"Rape?" he laughed. "You call that a rape white girl? You seemed to have dug 
the whole thing pretty good, you hot little cunt." 

"You animal. You disgusting black animal!" she cried, tormented inside, torn 
between the blissful aftermath of the rapture she felt and the intense, 
torturing feelings of guilt. She hated him, she wanted to hurt him, but she 
had not calculated, in her anger, just how much her reference to his race 
would enrage the black handyman. 

He raised up beside her, his dark face contorted with anger, and as Daphne 
looked instinctively down she saw that between his legs, his black thick 
cock was beginning to stir, becoming stiff and hard once more. His handsome 
face was ugly with rage and he looked like a crazy man. 

"So you don't like black, huh? You think white is better? Well, it sure as 
hell isn't, you bitch. Your dumb honky husband don't even know how to fuck 
right, with all his education and bossy ways. A hot little cunt like you, it 
doesn't take much to fill you, but he can't even handle that. I know he 
can't. You want to know how I know? Because I saw you, that's why, I saw you 
finger fucking your white little pussy in the woods... and you just fresh 
out of bed with that dumb-ass white boy. And as for being an animal... well, 
I'll cop to that. I don't know what else you think human beings are, if they 
aren't animals." 

He jumped up and took her frail body in his hands, then flipped her over on 
her belly so that her knees dug into the bed and her full, iridescent young 
buttocks were raised and exposed to him in all their voluptuously naked 
glory. 

"I'll show you just how much animal I am!" he said through gritted teeth. 

Daphne sobbed as she felt him splay her thighs wide apart with his strong 
hands, and then kneel down in back of her, half bending over her vulnerably 
trembling ass. His heavily pulsating cock slipped wetly up into the moist 
little split of her blonde trimmed cunt and she felt it fucking forcefully 
up and up and further still into her open, already cum-slickened vaginal 
passage. The, with the hard, pumping thrusts of a dog, he fucked his 
lust-hardened cock deep up into her defenseless belly, her cries of sudden, 
unrestrained delight lost in the rhythmic slapping sound as his lust-crazed 
pelvis smacked into her, flattening the soft, curved flesh of her asscheeks 
hard up against her hip bones... 

CHAPTER SIX 

Mrs. Salt's first thoughts after leaving the scene she had witnessed were 
for her son. She had to go to him, to keep him from going anywhere near 
Leon's cabin. Did she intend to tell him what she had seen? She didn't know. 
She only knew that she had to see her son Gregg, had to have some kind of 
talk with him. Her poor son! 

Gregg's shapely mother slipped into her son's cabin and stood over the bed 
where he lay sleeping deeply, totally unaware that at that very moment his 
wife was out groaning beneath the hard, muscular body of the motel handyman 
as he was half fucking her brains out. She studied each little detail of her 
son's features, gazing lovingly at her son in sleep as she could not do when 
he was awake, just as she used to do when he was a boy growing up. 

He was a carbon copy of her-people always said that-a male version of the 
sturdy, dark-haired woman. With his thick black curls, the small cleft in 
his chin, the high, wide brow, he had a kind of sex appeal that the girls in 
this small coastal town found irresistible. His young blonde wife seemed 
like the only girl who rejected him... that little snip Daphne... al-though 
Mrs. Salt was reminded of her own rejection of him the night of the funeral, 
and the memory caused her a sharp stab of pain... for her son, or for 
herself? 

Gregg moaned softly in his sleep. Naked beneath the covers, he was dreaming 
the same dream he'd been having through the long Monterey summer, ever since 
he had first laid eyes on Daphne. The beautiful blonde nymph was giving in 
to him, spreading her sleek white thighs wide as she lay upon the bed 
begging him, beckoning him, urging him to fuck her, to shoot his cum deep 
within her. All the actual problems and events of their unhappy honeymoon 
did not intrude into Gregg's sleeping vision... their jarring meeting with 
Daphne's parents, the long, tiring drive, the disappointment of their first 
nude encounter... and their second... Daphne's hysteria and her coldness. 
No, his dream was the honeymoon as he had envisioned it-perfection! Gregg 
dreamed that he desired the lovely, virginal young woman who would be his 
and only his. He would teach her the art of love, and she would be a 
willing, eager student. 

In his dream, he felt her warm, sweet breath on his face, and when he felt 
two soft lips brushing his own, he responded perfectly in his sleep. His 
tanned arms reached up and surrounded the female form that hovered over him 
as he lay. Oh Daphne, Daphne, you've come to me at last! He kissed her the 
way he had always wanted to kiss her when they were, at last, alone 
together, a gentle, tender kiss that would melt her, and would convince her 
that his love for her was deep and profound. 

The flesh of their inner mouths mingled with their tongues, blending 
together in a wet, soft kiss, and he felt the full, soft mounds of her 
breasts brush ever harder against his chest as he drew her down against him. 

Her body meeting his own felt exactly as he knew it would. She was yielding 
to him, warmed by their shared heat and desire. She would be his wife, his 
wife! He could feel his cock growing, jerking up against her thigh on top of 
him, and slowly he maneuvered the woman he thought was his wife so that the 
hot moist split of her trembling, twitching pussy was touching his now fully 
erect penis through the material of the bedsheet and her clothing. 

Mrs. Salt writhed in a steadily rising ecstasy above her son's slowly 
awakening body. Oh, how she wanted him, how he excited her... her own son! 
The thought only increased her passion. Her firm, well-shaped body, so long 
untouched, so ripe and willing, ached to be touched gently and with 
understanding. Her brain swam with lustful desire. This time she would not 
back down from her true feelings... this time she would give herself to her 
son, and he would see her, not only as a mother, but as the woman, the lush, 
earthy woman, she knew she was... not like that skinny little guttersnipe 
who at this very moment had her adulterous little cunt wrapped hotly around 
the motel handyman's huge black cock! 

How good it felt to her after all this time of secret longing, a longing 
that had been growing inside her subconscious these last three years... and 
perhaps since the boy was born... the sensation of his lustfully swollen 
penis, stiff and hard, against her, the feel of his thickly throbbing young 
cock! She wanted to feel it plunging deep inside the moistly pulsing walls 
of her ravenously hungering pussy! 

Gregg... oh Gregg, my son, my lover... the words swam in her fevered brain. 
She wanted him to quiet her sexual fever, to inject her with the only serum, 
his own hot, white sperm, that could cure her raging heat. Hurriedly she 
squirmed out of her jersey slacks, her blouse and sweater, all the time 
moving against the muscular form beneath her to keep them both at this fever 
pitch of excitement. She threw her clothes off frantically, then reached 
behind her and in one practiced flip, unclasped her bra, her full, soft 
breasts swinging free, revealed in their bouncing fullness, the thick dark 
nipples contrasting against the smooth creamy flesh of the voluptuous white 
mounds. 

She was naked now in the dark cabin with her son, her body tingling with 
excitement, her smooth flanks, her rounded, trembling belly, and there 
between her firm, perfectly shaped thighs-the dark hair-lined slit that was 
filled with impatient longing for the feel of her son's viriley hard young 
cock inside it. 

"Gregg... " she whispered... "oh Gregg, please, darling, take me now... 
touch me... oh touch me, yes... Oh yes... oh that's right... oh yes!" The 
woman moaned and slithered down beside him, rolling over, pulling her son on 
top of her. And he responded, kicking out from beneath the covers that 
separated them, moving his body on top of hers so that she was completely 
crushed beneath his heavy weight. It was in that moment that Gregg fully 
opened his eyes and saw his mother. Had he known from the start it wasn't 
Daphne? He wasn't sure now... nor would he be sure even later. But one thing 
was sure... that it was his mother lying there naked and trembling beneath 
him on his marital bed, his mother whom he'd almost had the night that the 
two of them had seen his father, her husband buried. He hadn't fucked her 
that night, and now here it was, another chance. 

"Mom! What are you doing?... What are we doing?" 

His mother's cool, long fingers went up to touch her son's lips lightly. 
"Sssshh. Don't say anything. Don't question it. It's here... our time 
together... when life calls like this, there's no answer but to live it out. 
I'm here and you're here, and that's all that matters." 

"But... " There were many things that came to Gregg's mind at that moment, 
but nothing stood out so strong as the feel of his mother's deft, sure 
fingers slipping lewdly and firmly around the bulging thickness of his 
rampantly pulsing cock. 

Yes, he wanted to, there's was no denying it. He knew what he would do with 
that throbbing sheath. He lifted himself up from her a bit, preparing to 
fuck her. He would fuck her like a man, long and well. She was a woman, and 
he was a man as well as a son, and any man in his right mind would be unable 
to resist a woman as beautiful as his mother. 

She lay silent now, naked and unprotesting upon his bed, her black hair 
spread across his pillow while her cool, dark eyes half closed, heavy With 
desire watched him. His own dark eyes roamed hotly over her curvaceous form, 
her large breasts, her small waist, her full hips, her thighs. He crouched 
now on all fours over the white nakedness of his mother's body. 

Slowly, Gregg pushed her unresisting milk-white thighs wide apart, until the 
pearlescent split of her soft, hair-fringed pussy was fully in his view. He 
moved downward, her legs on either side of him and kneeled down between them 
until his face came to within inches of the hair-covered darkness of her 
open, moistly waiting cunt. His shoulders and arms felt the softness of her 
inner thighs and he groaned with ecstasy at these beautiful sensations of 
sight and touch. God, she was beautiful! He felt almost as if he were 
worshiping at some mythical altar and he revelled in the utter peace of that 
moment. He had been with his mother, it was true, that passionate night when 
they'd writhed together in almost painful sexual need. But then their 
lovemaking had been frantic and rushed, lest the horror of what they were 
doing catch up with them, as it finally did, stopping them. But now he felt 
he had time, time to really look, to really see as he was doing now, the 
splendor of womanhood shown to him by his mother. 

His mouth watered as his eyes stared down at the pulsing center of her 
heated sexual being, and he hesitated a moment, and then knew what he would 
do. The woman, his mother, began to move her hips sensuously, expectantly, 
just inches from her son's parted lips. He felt saliva filling his mouth and 
yearned to let it mingle with his mother's intimate juices which Gregg could 
see were already making her nakedly spread cunt glistening wet with 
excitement. He paused another moment to behold the enticingly narrow split 
that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly down among the dark 
"vee" of hair, all the way down between her full, sensuously curved buttocks 
that were pressed flat against the white sheets of the bed. 

Mrs. Salt gazed down at her handsome, strong, perfect son through half-open 
eyes. She moaned as she felt the palms of his work-roughened hands clasped 
against the tender smoothness of her inner thighs, holding them wide open 
and she suddenly wanted to open them even further to him. She would reveal 
to him the entirety of her naked pussy, to do with it what he would. In a 
semi-stupor of desire, she watched as his head lowered, as he came closer 
and closer... and closer, until she could feel his breath against that 
private-most part of her... 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" she moaned, feeling at last his hotly clasping lips 
close over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His face blurred in her 
vision, she had only the vague sense of him sinking into the soft springy 
curls of her willingly widespread pussy, though she could feel distinctly 
each wet, tingling kiss that he planted in the delicate folds of her pinkly 
throbbing vagina, his lustfully swirling tongue licking lewdly at the 
quivering opening of his mother's hair-lined pussy. 

"Oh my darling... Gregg, Gregg, Gregg!" she cried. Her own long hands moved 
down sensuously over her throbbing, naked breasts and slid along the soft, 
smooth roundness of her belly and her softly gyrating hips. Her fingers 
stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her own silken inner 
thighs, then she reached down between her legs and delicately, she spread 
the soft, curl-fringed lips apart, as if opening velvet curtains, to expose 
to his hungry mouth the pink satin lining of her inner pussy mouth. 

The beautiful mother's head tossed from side to side on its bed of lush 
black curls uncontrollably as her son's hot, searing tongue shot out, its 
flicking tip tantalizingly circling her quivering clitoris. She felt his 
lips sucking, drawing the warm, trembling folds deep into the hotly 
ministering cavern of his mouth while his tongue continued its maddening 
licking against the tiny straining clitoral bud beneath. She groaned 
unabashedly from deep in her throat as the probing tip worked its way up and 
down the length of the narrow cuntal slit, starting from its pinnacle down, 
gently down, over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and 
further still into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped for 
a moment to pay flickering homage to the tight pink pucker of her anal hole. 
Her hips had begun a wild gyration grinding into the bed, while the room was 
filled with the soft mewling animal sounds that escaped salaciously from 
between her passion-clenched teeth. 

Down between her thighs, her son worked feverishly, feeling the wet strands 
of pubic hair brushing teasingly against his nose, his cheeks... Never 
before had he experienced anything like this! Her uncontrollable moaning 
drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down her steaming hot 
vaginal furrow. He'd never seen a woman as hot before as this seasoned 
woman-not those young chicks he'd known in a past that seemed centuries away 
from him now. 

He felt his mother's fingers become tangled in his hair and then her hands 
guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue 
into the soft -rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, and then 
withdrawing to tease around the velvety pink edges. She applied more 
pressure with her hands, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little 
hole of her feverishly aching vagina, and as his lips rounded and covered 
the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue forward, deep up into it, 
raising a low guttural groan from the beautiful black haired older woman 
whose supple thighs closed convulsively around either ear on his moving 
head. 

The wet cuntal flesh slipped moistly around his extended tongue and the 
walls of her penetrated vagina opened and closed in a hotly sucking, 
greedily clasping motion of their own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper 
and deeper up into her openly flaring cunt walls. Her heels pushed down 
against his back, bringing his head still further into the wet, palpitating 
center of her parted thighs, until the young man could hardly breath, his 
nose smashed tight against the tiny, hard clitoris, savoring the pungent 
odor of the lust-juices now bubbling up freely from her inner cuntal depths. 

He could feel his cock between his legs throbbing and pulsing into a 
hardness he wouldn't be able to control much longer. He had to fuck into her 
before his cum exploded out and he lost it all! 

Lost in the fire of the moment, every muscle in her body tensed as she 
strained her hips upward, her back in a stringent arch, to meet the 
maddening tongue-fucking she was receiving up between her legs, Gregg knew 
just what to do to please her! Her own son! It was as if he knew, every 
second, what she wanted and gave it to her! She had never dreamed it could 
be so perfect, that two people could so wordlessly act as one. Her great 
love for him excited her even more as her updrawn legs opened and closed 
around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously now at her flaming 
vagina. The cords of her neck stood out as she strained with all her might 
to meet the pleasure of the orgasm cascading towards her. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh... oooohhhh... oooohhhh... oooohhhh... 
oooo... hhhh... yes ssssssssssss ssssss sssssssssssssssss aaaaaaahhhhh! " 
Then suddenly she lost all sense of ordinary sight and sound and she fell 
into a swirling darkness, which roared and spun, exploding into flashes of 
light and she gasped at the unbelievable intensity of it, wanting it never 
to stop, as the waves of pleasure came over and over and over yet again, and 
then she was aware of the hard, smooth feel of a man's body moving between 
her legs, and she felt him moving, could feel the glistening cunt-moistened 
features of his face moved up between her legs, over her stomach, between 
her breasts, and then his wetly drenched lips locking to hers. Then, in what 
was now the total center of her consciousness, she felt the hard, hot head 
of his cock pressing against her impossibly hot pussy, and she felt it begin 
its ecstatic penetration. 

"Oooooh God, son!" she groaned up into his mouth and at the same time, with 
an upward jerk of her hips, she spiraled her warmly waiting cunt walls up 
tight over the descending hardness of his desire-hardened young cock. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mrs. Salt stood staring out the window over the kitchen sink, eating her 
breakfast. The trees outside became blurred by the tears welling up in her 
eyes, as, automatically, she spooned the contents of a soft-boiled egg, into 
her mouth. 

She had woken up that morning smiling, her body still burning with traces 
and memories of the hungry love-making she and her son had enjoyed the night 
before, her mind cheered by the fact that Daphne would be leaving them that 
day. She did not feel any guilt for what she'd done with her son. It had 
become obvious to her that whatever their relation, mother and son were 
meant to make love together. 

Instead of the usual wool slacks and man's shirt she put on each day this 
morning she'd selected a dress from her closet, a short dress that showed 
her shapely legs and that zipped down the front-for easy access, she had 
laughed to herself-in case she and Gregg got a little time together that 
day. With that thought in mind she had also worn no panties, but the feeling 
of freedom from them which had given her so much pleasure earlier that 
morning, now made her burn with shame and anger. 

Because behind her, sitting at the wood kitchen table, was Daphne, eating as 
though there were no tomorrow. That adulterous little whore! She'd marched 
into the place that morning, happy and smiling, saying she was starved. Mrs. 
Salt could have bit her lip after she offered to make breakfast for the 
little tramp. She felt herself becoming more and more furious as she turned 
the bacon in the pan, buttered the toast, brewed the coffee. Her offer had 
been an automatic reflex, but she instantly regretted it, wishing instead 
that she had screamed at the young girl, confronted her with the terrible 
knowledge of what, she Daphne, had done. She even began to wish that she had 
had the courage to tell Gregg that she had seen the black handyman fucking 
her half senseless last night while she groaned out her joy beneath him. 

And now as the small curvaceous blonde sat eating the food, her talk was not 
about her plans to leave at all! She was babbling on about going fishing 
that day and about how wonderful it was to be in the country instead of the 
confining streets of the suburbs where she grew up, and how good nature made 
her feel. 

I know what's making her feel good, Mrs. 

Salt said to herself, her eyes narrowing with hatred and with the effort of 
her silence. But what could she say to the girl? Her thoughts were in such a 
turmoil that she didn't know what to do. 

The office door slammed, and then loud footsteps in the outer room told her 
that Leon was there now, and she turned to see him striding into the kitchen 
with his usual smirking expression, ready to eat her out of house and home 
as usual. The smug bastard, she thought. He knows I'll never kick him out no 
matter what-he knows I promised Mel I wouldn't. 

"Mmmmm-mmmm, doesn't that look fine," Leon said, rubbing his stomach and 
looking at the huge plate of food in front of Daphne, and, Mrs. Salt noted, 
at Daphne herself. "Can I have some?" he said laughingly, and stealing a 
slice of bacon off her plate. Daphne laughed and made a playful grab to 
retrieve the crisp bacon, but Leon quickly stuffed it into his mouth. 

"That's right," you two just stay here and fool around all day. Somebody's 
got to do some work around this place," Mrs. Salt screamed and stomped out 
of the room, nearly knocking Leon over as she pushed past. 

Leon and Daphne exchanged looks of mock guilt and couldn't help laughing. 
Daphne felt a chill run down her spine as her glance met his. 

Was it possible she wondered, that she was really in love with the forty 
year old black handyman? Why else would she have responded to him sexually 
like that the night before? Because, with or without the wine, she had to 
admit that she had been more than a willing partner in the most thrilling 
night she had ever dreamt possible. She knew, at last, what it was all 
about, that feeling so impossible to describe, but so undeniably real and 
sure when it's felt. And Leon had made her feel it... Gregg... and did that 
mean that she did not love Gregg? 

"Whew!" Leon rolled his eyes. "Isn't Salty a hornet's nest this morning? I 
hope you feel better than she does-she might if she got what you got last 
night!" Leon moved swiftly and boldly, taking one small, pert breast in one 
hand, the back of her blonde head in the other as he leaned over and kissed 
Daphne hard on the mouth. 

"Hey, cut it out!" she said, pushing him away and flushing, but she was 
smiling as she said it, feeling the same terrible attraction, that wonderful 
magical sensation at the pit of her stomach that seemed to spring without 
fail from each of Leon's words and touches. Just the way he looked at her... 

And yet, she felt confused. Every time she got that wonderful feeling, a 
harsh voice in her brain said her husband's name, Gregg, and she would feel 
a terrible guilt wash over her which seemed only to increase her excitement. 
She blushed a deep crimson and wanted to say something. But what? Leon had 
already convinced her that she should stay, give Gregg another chance, give 
Salt's Inn another chance, and give him another chance. 

"And you know, if that boy don't do right by you, you always have me 
nearby!" he had said, and she had been shocked at the idea, and yet 
something within her told her that he meant well, that maybe she should try 
to bring Gregg the happiness and joy she knew she was capable of now... she 
owed it to her husband, especially after the way she'd gained that 
knowledge. 

Her mind began to construct an acceptable framework for her decision to 
stay: Leon was really doing these things for her own good, hers and Gregg's. 
In her mind, she created an image of Leon as gentle and noble, much as she 
had done with Gregg in their months of dating. These elaborate constructs 
quieted the turmoil of her conscience which made it hard for her to know 
exactly what to do. Her feelings were so contradictory. 

She watched Leon across from her, shoveling down his food, eating with his 
mouth open, and she felt a certain revulsion for his manners, and yet just 
the sight of his hands, hands that had given her so much pleasure, gave her 
a feeling clearly contradictory to the last one. One thing she knew for 
sure, though, she was glad Gregg was such a heavy sleeper. That simplified 
things. 

When she had returned to their cabin after her tryst with Leon, she felt 
sheepish and guilty, wondering what lie she'd have to tell to explain her 
absence. But she'd found Gregg sound asleep, sprawled back on the bed, his 
mouth open, just as she'd left him, and he was still sleeping this morning 
when she'd gotten up, rather noisily, and dressed. 

But that was just as well, she thought. She needed time to think, to 
formulate a plan. She knew already that she had a few alternatives. She 
could stay and maybe things would work out with Gregg, or she could go back 
to Santa Barbara and tell her mother that she and Gregg had decided that she 
should finish school, and that he would meet her back East in a few months. 
She knew her mother would jump at the chance to send her back to that Ivy 
League tomb, and then she'd quietly, and far from home, get a divorce. Just 
thinking about these alternatives made-her feel better, and she finished her 
coffee eagerly, ready to go off for the morning with Leon. He had said he'd 
teach her how to fish. 

"Ready to go?" Leon's voice was pleasant, and Daphne did not miss the fact 
that his eyes swept appraisingly over her body as she rose from the 
breakfast table. His glance filled her mind with haunting, burning images of 
the things the handyman had done to her, the things he had made her feel! 
She felt now almost as though he could see through her as he had, actually, 
seen every detail of her naked body! 

"Yes, I'm ready," Daphne said. She felt free, freer now than she'd ever been 
in some way she couldn't quite identify, and following Leon down the dirt 
path to the river's edge, she almost skipped for joy; the morning seemed the 
most beautiful she had ever seen. 

Leon had two fishing poles. His was quickly baited and cast in the water. 
Then he showed her how to fix hers, how to weigh it, how to thread the 
slimy, squirming, resisting worm along the hook, and finally, how to cast. 
When both lines were in the water, Leon told her to watch them for a minute. 

"Why, where are you going?" Daphne said, suddenly depressed at the thought 
of his leaving her there alone. 

"Going upstream to check some lines I set out last night before I ran into 
you. Maybe there's some fishes on there now. I'll be back directly. Don't 
put on such a long face, girl. You can be by yourself a little while. It 
won't kill you." Leon left and Daphne had the uncomfortable feeling he was 
laughing at her. She couldn't explain her feelings, but she felt somehow 
abandoned. Was it possible that Leon didn't love her? And then it struck her 
like a thunderbolt-maybe love had nothing to do with what he felt for her at 
all! 

* * * 

"Jesus, I'm turning into a regular Rip Van Winkle," Gregg said aloud to 
himself as he woke and stretched alone in his honeymoon cabin. He could see 
the strong rays of the midday sun streaming through the window and lighting 
up the rug. He called out to see if Daphne was in the bathroom, but there 
was no answer. Gone. Maybe she's gone for good, he thought. Maybe she went 
back to that tight-ass family of hers already. Well, they deserved each 
other, those people. 

Looking around the room he saw that her suitcase and clothing were still 
there, so he supposed she must be around somewhere... unless she intended to 
have him send her things to Santa Barbara. 

He wasn't even sure he cared one way or the other. His thoughts were on the 
events of the night before. It had not been a dream at all, he was sure of 
that. His mother had actually been there. He could still smell the sweet, 
familiar odor of her hair on his pillow, could still taste the feminine 
essence of her from when he'd licked her so deeply between her legs. 

His own mother! He looked at his face in the bathroom mirror as he shaved, 
scowling, trying to see if he looked or felt any different from what he'd 
done. If anything, he decided, he felt better than ever, more relaxed, more 
completely satisfied, than he'd felt in a long time. What a woman Salty was! 
Compared to her, Daphne was small potatoes, kid stuff, and yet just the 
sound of his wife's name reverberating in his brain gave him a rush of that 
funny feeling he always had when he thought of her. Where was Daphne anyway? 
he wondered. A vague worry struck him: what if Daphne had seen the 
incestuous performance between him and his mother the night before? He 
hadn't even considered the possibility until now! Where had she been while 
all that was going on? 

Hurriedly, he finished shaving, showered and dressed, and went to the main 
cabin. He found his mother sitting alone in the kitchen, and from the look 
on her face, he knew something was the matter. 

"Hey, where's Daph?" he asked and headed for the refrigerator. Mrs. Salt was 
instantly wounded by the sound of the little blonde's name on her son's 
lips. Maybe he really loved her... how could he?... but she didn't give 
herself time to think... she just blurted out what she knew about Daphne. 

"And she's with him right now!" she went on, nearly hysterical, "right as we 
sit here, that little whore of yours. How could you bring someone like that 
home with you? How could you marry her?" 

"Slow down, slow down. What are you blubbering for? She's with who right 
now?" Mrs. Salt was sobbing as she recounted what she had seen through the 
window of Leon's cabin the night before, and her sobbing intensified when 
Gregg refused to believe her. 

"That's ridiculous, Mom. You always put down the chicks I brought home, ever 
since I was a kid. Never liked any of them. And you know what? I think 
you're jealous I think you always wanted me... like you got me last night... 
and I think you were jealous. Besides... Daphne couldn't have done those 
things you said she did... she's frigid, cold as ice." 

"You don't believe me. Well, see for yourself, then. That's right," Mrs. 
Salt screamed at her son. "I saw them leave together right after breakfast. 
They headed down the river path. Leon had his fishing gear... but I know 
what kind of fishing he's going to do." 

Gregg ran out of the kitchen, and from the kitchen window, his mother could 
see him running towards the river. It couldn't be true, he was saying to 
himself. She's crazy! But when he got to the edge of the embankment, strange 
animal noises from down below on the riverbank stopped him in his tracks. 

"Ohhhhh yes, oh Leon. Oh yes, yes, give it to me, yes!" 

"Mmmmmmmm... hot little white momma... mmm... you asked for it... 
uuuummmmffffhhh." 

"Aaaaaaaaaa... ooohh... ooohhh... oohh... Ahhhhhhhhh!" 

Gregg edged himself over to the bank and looked down, afraid to see what his 
ears told him was true. It was Daphne's voice, all right. But she sounded 
different, much different, than he had ever heard her sound. 

Then he saw them, lying in the sand, the warm autumn sun lighting up their 
stark naked bodies, as they writhed and moaned wantonly together on the 
beach. His wife's pale white, sensuously tapered legs were wrapped high up 
around the black handyman's black neck contracting with it, and she was 
drawing his long black cock swiftly into the voracious depths of her hotly 
grasping young cunt. 

He could see Leon's dark fingers teasing and pulling at Daphne's pink taut 
nipples as the warm accepting walls of her hungrily open vagina surrounded 
the handyman's heavy, lust-thickened cock. Slowly and thoroughly, he thrust 
and wormed ever upward, grinding and grunting as he fucked his ebony 
hardness far up inside Daphne's tightly squeezing blonde pussy. 

"ooooohhhh Baby... you learned your lessons good last night, you fuck so 
fine today!" Leon cooed at her, and the words hit Greg's ears like knives as 
he witnessed the scene, paralyzed by the sight of them in the most 
lascivious embrace he'd ever seen. 

"Oh, that's it... oh, yes, oh don't stop... Oh... Oh... " 

"MMMmmmmmmm... you hot little white bitch... you cumming already! Well, 
don't you worry little mamma... you can have as much of this big black cock 
as you can take... UUUmmmmmffffhhh!" 

Standing at the window over the kitchen sink, Mrs. Salt had begun to regret 
what she'd done, and when she saw her son, Gregg, running like a man on 
fire, in utter agony, back up the path, she realized the pain that she had 
caused him. 

"Oh, Gregg," she called out, crying alone in the empty kitchen... "Oh, 
Gregg, what have I done to you!" 

Gregg stood panting and furious in the middle of the dusty motel parking 
lot, his body heaving, his mind reeling. Then he turned and walked, more 
calmly now, in the direction of his cabin. He went inside, and sat on the 
bed, totally shocked and stunned. He knew now what he would do. He took off 
his clothes, and he got into bed. 

* * * 

Still flushed and trembling from being fucked as thoroughly by Leon again, 
Daphne made her way back up the path. She had spent much more time down by 
the river than she had intended to, and she was a little concerned that 
Gregg would be able to see that she looked as different as she felt. She 
left Leon fishing by the river and made her way back to the motel by 
herself. 

The young blonde could still feel the force of the black man's thick surging 
cock high inside her, and she ached to feel it again. What was happening to 
her anyway... and where would it all lead? She opened the door to the cabin 
she shared with her new husband as quietly as she possibly could, and then 
tiptoed in, hoping that he was still sleeping, hoping to get a shower in 
before she saw him so he wouldn't see how full of sand her clothes were, how 
tousled her hair. 

"Been fishing?" 

It was Gregg's voice, coming from the bed. 

"Yes," Daphne said, startled. "Yes, yes I have. And I suppose you've been 
sleeping all this time. I never saw anyone sleep as much as you. A girl 
could get grey hair waiting for you to wake up" she chided. "Listen," she 
said, serious now, "don't you think we ought to talk things over, honey?" 

"Yes, we should talk," Gregg said calmly... too calmly. "But first why don't 
you finish taking your clothes off. That's what you were doing, isn't it?" 

Daphne hurriedly continued removing her wrinkled, sandy clothes. Better not 
to let him see how messy she'd gotten them rolling all over the beach with 
her black lover! 

"Good, Gregg, I'm glad you think we should talk... " she said as evenly as 
she could, hoping he couldn't hear that her voice was still shaky. She took 
off her sweatshirt, feeling her nipples sore and red where Leon had pinched 
them, but she was sure that her husband couldn't see that. And when she took 
off her panties, she felt with a thrill that they were damp, wet like her 
blonde-curled pussy, still warm from the thorough fucking she'd just gotten. 
She stood with her back to her husband so he would not see this, not knowing 
that he was watching her like a hawk, his eyes burrowing into the curved 
white moons of her creamy-fleshed ass. "I'll just take a shower and then... 
" 

"Shower later," GREGG SAID. "I want to fuck your cunt first." 

Please, Gregg. Don't start talking to me like that again," Daphne pleaded, 
knowing he would feel Leon's cum up inside her if he did. "You know I don't 
like that word!" 

"Oh come off it, Daphne! Who the fuck do you think you 're fooling with your 
little-Miss-sensitive act! I know what kind of cunt you are! Fishing my ass! 
You've been fucking, you little whore, fucking fucking fucking. You've been 
fucking the goddamn black handyman!!! 

Daphne's eyes opened wide in shock as she stood, rooted to the spot, 
trapped, her wildest fears realized He knew! 

"You're a fucking tramp, Daphne, a no good whore! Daphne heard Gregg saying, 
and hot tears began to stream down her face. She dropped to her knees and 
began to sob, saying to her husband "Yes, it's true, Gregg, oh my God it's 
true... I'm no good, I'm no good... oh my God... " 

"Your worse than the lowest thing on earth," he went on. 

"Yes, yes, I am, I AM," she agreed, sobbing hopelessly. 

"Now get off the fucking floor, you simpering little cunt. Get up on this 
bed," he said, "and I'll show you what happens to tramps like you. Go on, 
get up!" 

"Oh, no Gregg, oh no, please. Oh I can't... oh no!" she screamed, not 
wanting him to feel the slipperiness in her cunt, but her pleading was in 
vain. Gregg leapt out of the bed and in one motion grabbed her by the wrist, 
pulled her to her feet, and threw her down on the bed. She was crying 
hysterically, realizing that her husband was not going to forgive her 
easily, and knowing at the same time that after what she'd done, she didn't 
deserve to be forgiven easily. She didn't know what was going to happen to 
her as she felt him tugging at her hips from behind, positioning her on her 
elbows and knees, her nakedness exposed and vulnerable to his rage. "He's 
going to beat me!" her mind cried out. "Oh, God, help me. He's going to beat 
me to death!" 

But Gregg had other ideas. He knelt behind her, his thick cock already 
bulging and straining, the purplish veins standing out on the sides of the 
anger-hardened shaft. Leaning over the cowering, crouching female, he 
harshly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her fully presented white 
buttocks, stretching them wider and wider. 

"Come on, bitch, spread those legs apart," he commanded through angrily 
clenched teeth. He heard her moan and a perverse smile played upon his lips 
as suddenly be bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her 
tightly puckered asshole. 

"Oh NOOOOOOOO!" Daphne screamed, cringing at the debasing wet feeling back 
there in her unprotected nether crevice. She shuddered in fear. If he would 
do a thing like that he was capable of anything! He was horrible, horrible! 
But, so, she realized with a sinking feeling, so was she. Whatever he could 
do to her was nothing she didn't deserve! If he would only beat her, that 
she could stand. But this lewd licking was worse than anything she could 
imagine. She was powerless to move from her hands and knees on the bed as 
her infuriated husband's tongue continued to lick teasingly up inside the 
softly yielding crevice of her helplessly naked ass-cheeks, sending hot, 
perverted little chills running through her. She felt even more debased and 
humiliated than when he forced her to take his penis into her mouth. She had 
never felt so ashamed in her life. But still she knew She deserved it and 
vowed bravely to endure it to atone for her sin. 

"Whore... Filthy cunt," Gregg sneered at her, really beginning to enjoy the 
torment he was butting the young bride through. "This is what you whores 
like, isn't it," he asked. "Don't you like this just like you like fucking 
black strangers?" He leaned farther into her pale white legs which were now 
spread so far apart that she could feel the tendons of her nakedly opened 
thighs straining like they were about to snap. Then suddenly she could no 
longer feel Gregg's tongue and she thought for a moment that her punishment 
had ended. 

But in the next instant, she realized that it was not over yet. A sharp 
little sensation seared her rectum. She gasped in surprise as she realized 
that he had stuck his finger into her tightly clenched anus and was worming 
it deeper and deeper, sinking its insistent thickness up into her back there 
between her wide spread ass-cheeks. She tried to wriggle away from his 
probing finger, but he had her, holding her in the strong grip of his other 
hand. He began to turn his finger into the reluctantly yielding flesh of her 
nether channel despite her yelps. 

It hurt a little... but not as much as he thought. She knew Leon had already 
stretched it somewhat when he had put his fingers there the night before. 
But, she had better not let Gregg know! "Oh, please stop, please stop," she 
'chanted to convince him he was really hurting her and that she was a virgin 
back there. 

"Stop?" Gregg said. "Oh, excuse me, Miss. I didn't know you wanted me to 
stop." And he took his finger out with a quick little jerk like pulling a 
band aid off the soft rubbery folds inside her rectum clung tenaciously to 
it, as if it were reluctant to free it from its unwanted entry. 

Daphne groaned with relief, but she was aware now that his huge, swelling 
penis just behind her, was aching with impatience to impale her and knew she 
had to continue faking that it was hurting her. He moved forward and pressed 
his lust-engorged cock-head against the tiny clenched opening, feeling the 
narrow trembling crevice surround the top of the rigid, erect member. 

Daphne gasped n mock terror. 

"Oh no, Gregg. I'll do anything you say. Anything. Only please, not that. 
Not that!" 

Suddenly, not heeding her begging, Gregg shoved forward, pushing the 
bloated, throbbing head of his insistent cock harder and harder at his 
helpless wife's tightly clenched rectum. And then in the middle of her 
unbelieving cries of pain, she pressured her anal muscles wide inside and 
the tiny tightness of her anal entrance gave way and Gregg's cock head sank 
up into it's hot, clammy walls. 

"AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! " Daphne writhed in supposed agony, the unnatural 
penetration bringing a small pain because her husband's cock was much bigger 
than Leon's fingers and was sending ripples of slight discomfort driving 
through her trembling body. But it didn't as much as she had to pretend or 
her husband would find out for certain that his negro handyman had already 
stretched her there with three of his fingers. 

"OH, IT HURTS. OH SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME, HELP ME... IT HURTS TOO MUCH, 
PLEASE GREGG. OH, PLEASE STOP! I'M GOING TO TEAR!" 

But Gregg didn't stop. He was teaching the cheating little bitch a lesson 
and he pushed his hotly pulsing cock-head still further up into her, 
stretching and reaming another few inches up into his lovely blonde bride's 
slowly yielding rectum. He told himself that he had to go through with it, 
had to feel his excitedly throbbing prick deep up inside her soft, 
convulsing buttocks where he knew she was still a virgin. Her cries of pain 
excited him more. 

Already her ass-cheeks were contracting, squeezing him hard inside her, but 
that only added to the luxurious pulsating sensations he was feeling all 
around his painfully rigid pole. The desire-hardened cock slid further 
still, higher up into the tight channel, unmercifully pushing the tiny 
ridges of anal flesh before it as it went. 

Daphne shuddered, her face smashing further down against the sheets, her 
whole body surging and heaving with play-acting sobs into the mattress 
below. Her cock-filled smooth, naked buttocks were still high in the air. 
She quieted herself, swallowing her tears and sobs, and stayed completely 
still for an instant, holding her breath, overcome by the thickly churning 
piston that lay like a hot rod firmly embedded in her already, 
once-stretched rectum. 

His anger was gone, replaced by the overwhelming need to cum into that 
tight, pulsating passage in which his cock was sunk. Yes, he would cum in 
there, deep up inside the hotly clutching rectum of his slavishly kneeling 
bride. 

The nakedly stripped young blonde tried to adjust herself so that his 
fucking would be easier. He was deeper up in her asshole than Leon's fingers 
had gone and each time she moved she caused the pressure to grow even more 
inside her, and she realized that Gregg behind her was getting more and more 
excited by al her efforts to convince him she was new at this. Harder and 
harder he fucked up into her nakedly defenseless anal passage as his 
adulterous young wife began to come to understand that each brutally delving 
stroke of her young husband's lust-driven cock was a specific punishment for 
her crimes against him. 

She deserved what she was getting. She had asked for it! 

But no punishment she could possibly have imagined could be worse than what 
she felt. It was a nightmare, he had caught her being fucked by a negro... 
,and it was happening to her. 

Her now well-adjusted anus began anticipating each new savage thrust and her 
desperately contracting buttocks received the driving stabs of Gregg's 
massively swollen prick with a new sensation-a strangely exciting 
masochistic pleasure that she had first felt last night when the black man 
was fucking her in her cunt with his cock and in her asshole with three of 
his fingers. 

To Gregg, the sight of his passion-swollen hardness grinding heatedly in and 
out of his wife's delicate young rectal flesh, glistening dully, a deep 
purplish color as it left the desperately straining confines of her tightly 
clasping rectum was an incredible sight indeed. With his hands, he explored 
the flesh of her smooth, flat belly, knowing instinctively that some change 
had taken place in her and that she would no longer try to get away from 
him. His searching fingers found the soft hair-covered mound of her pussy, 
and with one swift insinuating motion, he spread the delicate cushions of 
the curl-fringed lips and slid his outstretched middle finger up into her 
already wetly receptive cunt from Leon's cumming into her before. 

As he slid another finger up into her vagina he began tickling the gentle 
pussy-folds, at the same time fucking upwards into her rear passage with the 
lust-bloated hardness of his cock. 

In spite of what he thought was her total opposition to the act he was 
performing, he knew now that she would not be able to resist his playing 
with the tiny upthrust bud of her clitoris. 

And he was right. A greater pleasure began seeping through Daphne's nakedly 
besieged loins as Gregg's fingers continued to slide expertly between the 
hair-fringed lips of her excitedly tingling little pussy, and wriggle 
obscenely up into her hot moist cuntal slit. 

"MMMmmmmm... aaaaahhhhh... " she was wailing now with a completely different 
sound, the extent of her arousal now becoming apparent to her feverishly 
fucking husband as he felt his long hard penis slithering deeper inside her 
acquiescent rectal passage than he had ever thought it could go. 

Daphne, nearly insane with the conflicting emotions warring within her, 
squealed weakly as a deliberately teasing flick of her husband's middle 
finger at her swollen clitoris made her jerk uncontrollably. Then his 
fingers began fucking in earnest up into her openly flowering cunt, rising 
high and hard up into the hotly sucking folds. 

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" she sighed as pleasure flooded Daphne's passion-tortured 
body from all sides and now her cock-impaled rectum began to respond to 
Gregg's insanely churning cock in a different way. With a loud gasp, she 
grunted out, "Yes! YES. I... I like it... Ooooh... I like it! Fuck me, 
Gregg, fuck me in my asshole!" 

She hardly recognized the sound of her own voice saying these words, words 
she had never before in her life used, and she had to admit that it was., 
satisfying to her to hear herself uttering them as her entire body undulated 
and twitched lewdly in physical appreciation of the action her words 
described. Her mouth gaped open and her panting grew louder and faster. She 
was dancing obscenely back at Gregg's madly lunging penis, her knees quaking 
and her heart in her throat while her warmly seeping pussy squirmed eagerly 
and shamelessly around her husband's hotly probing fingers. 

Her ass bouncing before him, Gregg fucked hard into her seductively splayed 
ass-cheeks while toying with her desire-drenched vagina, easily bringing her 
to a point of frenzied delight that amazed him as her tightly clenching anus 
gripped his ramrod-stiff cock spasmodically and crazily. He knew that she 
was going to cum, and, teeth tightly clenched, he ground his lust-swollen 
cock harder up into her, his fingers impaling her flooding cunt and feeling 
his own wildly driving hardness pounding steadily into her from behind! 

"UUUNNNNNGGGGG... !!!!" he cried out, feeling his own white-hot seething cum 
suddenly speeding voluminously far up into his young blonde bride's 
feverishly squirming rectum. "Oh, that's right honey... oh Daphne, Daphne, 
fuck back, yes, oh baby!" 

His sperm began to spurt like pellets from a gun, racing up into her 
straining rectal passage with tremendous speed as Daphne arched her back and 
flexed her buttocks hard against her husband's heavily invading length, 
tightening and opening her finger-impaled climaxing cunt. 

"Oh, yes, Gregg, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned out as she descended into an 
enveloping cloud of brilliantly explosive orgasm. "Oh fill me, yes, fill me. 
Oh yes!" she gasped, hoarse now, a fine spray of froth forming at her lips. 
"Oh, make me cum, honey, make me cccuummm... ooohh... aaaaahhhhh!!" 

Gregg's hands dug into Daphne's tender buttock-flesh, his breath coming 
haltingly from his open mouth. He could hear his wife moaning his name, and 
he pulling her already widespread ass-cheeks farther apart with his thumbs 
as she started a low throaty whining noise that almost drove him crazy with 
excitement. 

He kept cumming and cumming, and it felt like she was still cumming... again 
and again and forever, it seemed like. The thick head of his endlessly 
spouting cock pressed hard into his wife's hungrily contracting rectum as 
her entire body shivered and quaked. Then he reached under he and grabbed 
onto her dancing, swaying breasts, one voluptuous mound fully occupying each 
hand. "Oh baby... it's so good, you fuck so good... oh, oh, oh!" 

Above her Gregg gasped and gave one more mightily thrust into her hotly 
clenching innards as Daphne's asshole responded hungrily, milking and 
squeezing the last hot thick drops of semen from his pressured cock as waves 
of unabashed pleasure swept him to dizzying heights. It was as if he had 
never cum before, not truly, completely cum. 

Beneath him, Gregg could feel Daphne beginning to collapse on the bed, her 
lithe, smooth body damp from her exertion, her nakedness convulsing as 
though she were an uncontrolled animal. Her anal muscles were still clinging 
tight to his deeply inserted cock, milking kneading it as it had never been 
kneaded before. Tears came to Gregg's eyes, tears of total joy as he, too, 
collapsed upon her twisting, moaning body, crushing her with his weight, his 
spent cock still stuffed between the coiling cheeks of her still hotly 
quivering backside. Inside her he could feel the slippery hot cum, could 
feel it oozing around and massaging his cum-drained cock. 

Oh, Daphne, he thought, cradling the limbs of her beautiful body beneath his 
own. Oh, Daphne. At last you've become a real woman! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Not a long while after Mrs. Salt saw her son running from the scene at the 
river's edge, she saw her daughter-in-law Daphne heading back towards the 
motel along the same path. As she ran, Daphne smoothed the tangled mass of 
her blond hair, and brushed at her clothing to rid herself of the sand she'd 
collected rolling around with the black handyman. 

That little sneak, Mrs. Salt said to herself, and without more than a 
moment's hesitation, she left the kitchen to follow Daphne, staying well out 
of sight, to the honeymoon cabin. Mrs. Salt was worried that Gregg might 
really harm the girl--less for the girl's sake as for the fear that Gregg 
might do something he'd regret later, and possibly get himself into trouble. 
He had looked really distraught. And in a way, Mrs. Salt thought, it would 
be her fault. It was she who had told him the upsetting news. 

She stood to one side of the window of the cabin, peeking around the 
window's edge to catch a glimpse at what was going on. She had a twinge of 
conscience, seeing the poor young blonde being subject to such humiliation, 
but she also shared the pleasure her son was feeling in meting out the 
well-deserved punishment to the little guttersnipe. But then the whole thing 
had started to change, and Gregg's mother saw that the young girl was 
beginning to derive obvious pleasure from it all-and her son was too. Much 
to her dismay, Mrs. Salt soon realized that the whole thing had 
backfired-the couple had only grown closer together.! 

She closed her eyes to shut out the soft light of the September afternoon 
sun, and leaned against the building. She had to think, she tried to think, 
but her mind was whirling with strange, tortured thoughts, thoughts of her 
deviant love for her son. Was there something wrong with her? What would her 
husband Mel have said if he knew? The widow shivered at the thought of her 
husband. She couldn't even recall his face to her mind. The only thing which 
seemed to matter was what was happening now, that she was standing there, 
with those two inside, and she was alone, suffering, and rejected by the one 
person on earth that she valued-her dear son, Gregory. 

Unconsciously, she began to walk, not thinking about where she was going or 
what she was going to do, but heading down that same path that the two had 
just tread, but in the opposite direction, towards the river. Her black 
Labrador lumbered up from his afternoon nap on the office steps in the sun, 
and trotted after her down the dirt path. 

The afternoon air was cool against Mrs. Salt's burning face, and the fresh 
air and action of walking cleared her brain. God, it felt good, she thought, 
taking long strides and breathing the air deep into her lungs. It had been a 
long time since she'd relaxed at all from the pressures and drudgery of 
keeping up the Inn. She never took time for herself, she thought bitterly. 
That no good Leon was worse than having no help at all. And then it hit 
her-Leon! 

All the rage and fury that had been building up in her focused itself on the 
black handyman. She'd find him, she'd tell him a thing or two, and then 
she'd tell him to get the hell away from her motel for good. 

She reached the river, and picked her way over tree roots and driftwood, to 
the place where Leon usually fished. But he was nowhere in sight. The only 
one around was the neighbor's boy, Todd Jeffrey. Mrs. Salt's dog ran ahead 
to greet the young fifteen year old. 

"Have you seen Leon?" Mrs. Salt said, squinting at the boy with no more a 
word of greeting than that. She was boiling mad. 

"No, Mrs. Salt. I haven't seen him all day." The youngster wasn't too happy 
that Mrs. Salt had discovered him there. He was playing hookey from school. 
After the long, free days of summer, it took him a few weeks to get adjusted 
to the idea of sitting in a stuffy classroom all day. And Mrs. Salt sure 
seemed angry. Was it possible she was angry at him? 

"You sure you haven't seen him?" Mrs. Salt asked again. Her frustration at 
not finding the object of her anger had made her stomach contract with 
nameless anxiety. She had to do something. She had to act. Otherwise she 
felt she would burst. 

The boy sat silent as long as he could, but he began to feel uncomfortable, 
not knowing what his neighbor was going to do, seeing her so obviously 
upset. 

"Mrs. Salt?" he said. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? You want me 
to go find Leon? I'll be glad to, Mrs. Salt. You want me to?" 

"Listen, Todd," Mrs. Salt said, leveling her brown eyes at the boy. "Do you 
know how to make love?" She had to have someone, she had to right now. And 
this dark-haired little fellow, she'd watched him grow since he was born, he 
reminded her of her son when he was that age... just past puberty, full of 
the devil, his lithe young boy's body just beginning to thicken and fill out 
and get hairy. "Well, do you?" she asked again. 

"Huh? Well, sure, I mean... I... Why?" the boy asked, shaken by the 
question. 

"Never mind... it doesn't matter... I'll show you what to do." 

"Uh, listen, Mrs. Salt, I think I better be going... I told my ma... " but 
Todd didn't move. He stood there with his jaw dropped open, afraid to stay 
but unable to run. He'd had fantasies about his beautiful older neighbor 
when he jerked off sometimes... but he'd never imagined that she was crazy 
enough to say what she just said to him. All he had ever done was some heavy 
petting with this girl in town that let everybody touch her... but that was 
as far as he'd ever gone, except in his imagination. 

But he didn't have time to imagine much, sitting there on the bank of the 
river. Mrs. Salt came towards him, knelt in the sand beside him, and reached 
over, deftly unzipping the fly of his blue jeans. He was too stunned even to 
protest, and he watched her as if it were happening to someone else, not 
him. 

"Help me, can't you," Mrs. Salt whispered. "Please, come on, hurry!" 

Then her long fingers were reaching in, hurriedly grasping his youthful 
inexperienced cock, extracting it from his pants, fingering it, fondling it, 
making it grow stiff and hard in her hands while Todd watched in amazement. 

Between her legs, Mrs. Salt could feel the seep of hot moisture as her 
excitation grew from the feel and sight of the boy's cock in her hand, hard 
and stiff between her fingers. She could see that he was afraid, and this 
only added to her excitement. She grasped his prick more firmly in her fist 
and started to pump up and down the smooth pole of flesh, preparing the 
young boy's virgin penis to enter her. "It will feel good," she whispered, 
as much to herself as to him, "oh it's going to feel so good!" 

The young neighbor, tormented and embarrassed by the growing proof of his 
desire, .gulped and was silent. And then the woman was moving closer to him, 
smiling at him in a way that was not quite motherly, and her scent, the 
smell of the woman's perfume she wore, was inundating him, overwhelming him 
with its sweetness as she hovered over him, managing to straddle him right 
there in the sand of the riverbank. She had her legs spread, her knees on 
either side of him as she faced him, kneeling in the soft grass. She 
adjusted herself and raised the hem of her dress, revealing the smooth, 
white column of her full woman's thighs, and then he felt his flesh touch 
hers and realized with a start that she wore no panties, the neighboring 
woman, and the he felt the moist, hair-lined slit of her pussy touching the 
rigid column of his desire-filled cock. 

"Aaaahhhh," she breathed, and it sounded to him like a breath of relief. Her 
fingers went down between their bodies and took the tip of the boy's slender 
shaft and then brought it to push against the entrance of her hotly 
expectant cunt. "Push," she told him. "Push up into me." 

Her black dog was sniffing wagging his tail at the two, thinking they were 
playing some new game. 

"It's okay, boy," Mrs. Salt said to her dog, while beneath her the young boy 
pushed for all he was worth, and then nearly fainted with the wonderful 
sensation that followed as his uninitiated young cock slid up into the 
heated interior of the first woman's cunt it had ever known. He could feel 
the muscles inside of her contracting wildly around his stiff penis, holding 
it, caressing it, like a mouth, almost, chewing it as she rolled and moved 
lasciviously against him. 

"Oh yes, Todd, that's right. Fuck me... Fuck me!" she cried, nearly ecstatic 
with the joy of it as she felt the throbbing hot penis surging upward within 
the moist confines of her snugly clasping vagina. "Oh, I told you it would 
feel good! Oh, yes, doesn't it feel good, dear. Oh and you do it nice, too. 
Yes, you do it very, very nice." she said, gyrating and pushing against 
Todd's youthful loins. Mrs. Salt paused for a moment to feel the thickening 
cock become more assured and push its way further upward into the soft tight 
folds of her pinkly flowering cunt, rising fast up into the inner reached of 
her tender split. The wet lips of her quivering pussy trembled and clutched 
voraciously around her young captive's advancing penis as she felt-herself 
growing wetter and wetter. 

"Oh yes, Oh yes!" she cried out, overwhelmed by the sheer perversity of what 
she was doing. "Oh my dear darling boy, Oh Gregg, Gregg!" She could not stop 
herself from calling out her son's name as she sucked the young boy Todd up 
inside her with all the strength her cuntal muscles could muster, her face 
pressing down into his as she could hear him moaning and whimpering slightly 
beneath her. This sweet pleasure seemed to make all her life bearable! She 
was fucking this little boy, a boy such as her own Gregory had been once. 
Yes, she was fucking him, and she was loving it, every second of it! Again 
and again he pushed up into her and she slid down against him, feeling her 
legs and knees rubbing, digging into the grass. The trees were their only 
known witness as they groaned and winced with delight, smacking their 
gyrating loins together, the incredulous young boy becoming more and more 
excited. 

He was excited to a near frenzy, every muscle and sinew of his perfect body 
straining. Hungrily, the older woman spurred him on, and he responded. And 
then he felt, he was going to cum! It advanced on him steadily and there was 
nothing he could do about it. The top of Todd's cock pistoned sharply 
against the neighbor's hotly raging pussy, striking once, twice, and now 
again... and then he was off, falling and splitting in two, dizzying sparks 
invading him as this-his first real orgasm-took hold of him and shook him to 
the foundations of his young soul. 

It was like a dream, an incredible dream. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" he cried out, and he felt the woman clinging to him, her 
insides still clutching at his exploding penis frantically, urgently. But he 
was lost to her now, swooning with the acute sensations of his powerful 
release. Wow, was it good! 

"Oh No," Mrs. Salt cried out. "Oh no, NO, No, No, No!" She was wild now, 
bouncing up and down on the quickly deflating young penis within her 
unsatisfied vagina. But it was no use. The black dog whimpered with her 
cries and came near to lick her face. 

She pushed the dog roughly away. She felt the entire world caving in around 
her again. Her hunger was just as bad as it had been before she'd seduced 
the little neighbor boy. Oh, she had to have satisfaction, she had to, more 
now than ever! 

Todd thought he was imagining things when he saw the woman scramble away 
from him, catching her dog by the collar and pulling the beast to her. The 
dog wagged his tail-at first, but then whimpered with pleasure as the older 
woman reached down and stroked his furry canine cock. She'd thought about 
doing this many times, but was still surprised at the ease with which she 
could excite the dog. She'd never gone this far, but now it seemed like the 
only solution, and her pet responded to her gentle strokings until the 
slippery pink dog-cock slipped from its sheath into her fingers. 

Excited herself by what she was doing, the panting woman suddenly lay down 
on the ground, pulling the furry beast on top of her. She drew its head down 
beside her and lifted up her naked legs, offering him her tender hair-lined 
pussy-slit. The dog whined and seemed not to understand at first, but then 
the deprived, depraved woman took him in hand again and directed him until 
the carrot-like animal cock-head sunk deep up inside her nakedly quivering 
cunt. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" she crooned with relief. The dog began to fuck furiously into 
the offered feminine opening, and Mrs. Salt felt her orgasm building again. 

"Fuck me, dog! Yes fuck me, Fuck, fuck, fuck... yes, yes, " she hissed 
between tightly clenched teeth, the odd sensation of the inhuman cock rising 
hard and fast, creating a stabbing friction high within her steaming, 
insanely aroused cunt. 

"Yes... yes... Oh don't stop, don't stop... yes... ooohhh. " she cried, 
oblivious to the astounded young boy watched the obscenely bestial scene 
with his jaw dropped down and his eyes popping out of his head. 

In her imagination she was herself trapped beneath the crazed animal who 
would continue to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she could cum no 
more. She felt herself climaxing as a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, 
indescribably wonderful elation roared through her madly excited body. She 
clutched at the animal's fur, smelling his doggy odor, letting it arouse her 
more as the lips of her eager pussy worked and sucked around his slippery 
penis, her breath rasping in short frenzied gasps like the animal's as the 
powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her from the top of her head down 
to her flexing curling feet. 

"I'm cumming, " she wailed. "I'mmmmm cummmmmmmmmminnnggggghhhhhh!" And the 
dogs lightning fast cock began to spurt into her jets of thick, white fluid 
while her legs flailed wildly around him. 

Todd edged further and further away from the scene, until finally he found 
his feet again and began to run, fast, through the redwoods towards home. He 
wouldn't tell-how could he tell? They'd know that he was skipping school, 
and they'd think he was making the whole thing up anyway. They'd never 
believe him, nobody in his right mind would. And he wasn't sure he did 
either, even though he'd seen it with his own eyes. 

On the sandy river beach, Mrs. Salt lay for a time watching the clouds roll 
by in the sky above, and odd excitement still lingering inside her despite 
the outrageous nature of the acts she'd just indulged in. The dog had 
trotted off to sniff trees and lift his leg on them, and the boy... well, 
she wouldn't think about that, she decided, she'd just enjoy the pleasure 
she now felt. 

She rose, and dusted herself off, and walked slowly up the path towards 
home. She reached the clearing just in time to see Daphne and Gregg leave 
their cabin, and walk, not towards the office to the kitchen, but off in the 
direction of the handyman's cabin. She realized with a sharp let down, that 
nothing, really had been accomplished. Her acts had been futile. All the 
feelings of the last few days returned, and she had to resolve them one way 
or another... they had to have it out between them... the whole lot of them! 

CHAPTER NINE 

Daphne shivered slightly in the gathering dusk, feeling her weakly trembling 
body vulnerable and frail and naked beneath the loose short dress she had 
hastily thrown on. The gravel and dirt of the parking lot dug into the soles 
of her bare feet as she padded along behind her husband, Gregg, as he headed 
for Leon's cabin. 

The young blonde's eyes shone with sparks of the fire that her husband had 
kindled within her, and she smiled with the pleasurable memory of the 
multitudes of orgasms he had wrung from her tormented naked body during the 
course of the afternoon. Over and over again he had fucked her, taking her 
in every imaginable way, and each time he made her cum, wringing the wild 
culminating orgasms from his guilty wife with his strong-willed fucking. 
Daphne had never know such peace of mind. 

She felt herself somehow totally in his power, totally given over to the man 
she had married and who she had thought she would never be able to love. He 
had shown her that he was a far better lover than the handyman, and what was 
more he had given her something as precious to her as the wedding vows 
they'd exchanged, some indefinable thing that had to do with her final 
submission to him, and his power over her as a man. Somehow through his 
cruel treatment she had come to see that he loved her... that by putting her 
through this, he showed her that he really cared about her. 

Mrs. Salt, Daphne's mother-in-law, stood behind a tree at the edge of the 
clearing, watching the strangely solemn procession of her son and his wife. 
She wondered what was going on. Was Gregg going to confront Leon? What would 
he do to the handyman? What would the handyman do to him? She was relieved, 
and yet puzzled to see that Daphne entered Leon's cabin alone, and her son 
Gregg waited outside the door. What was going on? 

If she had been standing closer to the young couple, the words they 
exchanged prior to Daphne's going inside would only have aroused her 
curiosity more. 

"Now I told you what to do," Gregg said in a firm voice to his wife, and the 
submissive, totally transformed wife nodded her blonde head. 

"Yes, Gregg... of course I'll do it... I promise." 

"Good," he said. "You better. Now get in there." 

At a stern look from Gregg, she obediently entered Leon's cabin. She could 
see that the handyman lay snoring upon his cot, naked and spread-eagled, 
lost in sleep after a hard day's "fishing". Daphne knew that Gregg was 
watching her through the screen door, and her sense of his presence there 
spurred her on. Although she didn't really understand why he wanted her to 
do what she was about to do, she knew that she wanted to do it, would do it, 
simply because it seemed important to him, and she trusted him completely. 

The curvaceous, slender blonde pulled her white cotton dress over her head 
and let it drop quietly to the floor, then she stepped over to Leon's bed 
and knelt beside it. She took the sleeping handyman's dormant penis in her 
hand and began a slow caress, and the sleeping member sprang to life. Leon's 
eyes soon opened. 

"Whew! Back for more already? Aren't you something! Mmmmmm... that's right. 
Do that some more and then I'll fuck your pretty little yellow-haired cunt 
for you, honey!" 

Suddenly inspired, Daphne rose and sat next to him on the cot, then leaned 
over Leon and took the thick bulbous tip of his black, rock-hard cock into 
her mouth, her lips closing around it, her head bobbing lewdly as she worked 
her small mouth over the length of the now lustfully throbbing cock, sucking 
it, perversely wanting him to cum right between her oval-shaped lips just as 
Gregg had done yesterday. Only now she enjoyed it and even enjoyed the idea 
that she would taste it again, sperm in her mouth. 

Leon moaned and let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes and 
feeling the wet titillating sensations moving up and down along the shaft of 
his willing penis. What a hot little momma she'd become... he'd really 
turned the little bitch on, and now he was reaping the benefits. 

To Daphne, there was something masochistically satisfying about what she was 
doing while her husband watched, and despite herself she began to become 
more and more turned on as she let her tongue slip and bore teasingly into 
the little hole at the tip of the black man's huge cock. She sucked and 
pressed her eager mouth around the upthrust hardness of his throbbing staff, 
feeling his loins surging up to meet her with each downthrust of her lips 
until she couldn't stand it anymore, she wanted him so badly to fuck up 
inside her! She got up on her knees and straddled him, one leg on either 
side of his thighs, and then she arranged herself so that the tight, wet 
aperture of her well-fucked pussy was right over his wet-with-saliva and 
quivering black cock, and then slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered herself 
down upon it, feeling her black lover's hands take hold of her white 
breasts, his rough fingers plying their velvety fullness as her head fell 
back at the sweet pleasure of his outrageously hard cock slipping up inside 
her. Nothing was real except the ecstatic sensations of the hot pole within 
her, and the fact that she could be so excited, so full of abandon, fucking 
this negro man while her husband stood watching, and loving it, loving it, 
the thought of that made her even more excited. 

"Oooohh... aaahhhh," she sighed, arching herself down over Leon's prone 
body, her nakedly trembling form pressing down onto his, her mouth going to 
meet his, their lips mingling in a deep, warm kiss. She could feel his 
hardness throbbing deep, deep inside the snug channel of her moist cunt; the 
hardness of him felt good to her sensitive inner walls in there. 

And then there was a new sensation, back at the exposed brown puckered bud 
of her anus, she felt a touch back there, a finger was pressing between her 
full separated buttocks thrust into the air behind her... and then she 
realized that it was Gregg. Gregg! He was right back there, touching her 
exposed anal hole... and she understood all at once with a sinking, but 
excited feeling, what was going to happen... that the two men, one before 
her and one behind, were going to fuck her together... and she would let 
them, though she also knew that she really had no choice. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned. 

"Ooooooh, listen to you!" Leon ex-claimed, still not conscious of what had 
made her moan, "You like that big black cock of Leon's, don't you honey? You 
like the way old Leon fucks your pussy." He found her mouth again with his, 
his searching tongue swirling and slipping lasciviously in and out of the 
excited blonde girl's mouth. 

His penetrating cock already rigidly swollen from her sucking, was now 
expanding all the more in the wet, clinging walls of her ragingly hot pussy. 
Daphne felt a surge of desire course throughout her entire being as Gregg's 
enormous erection began to prod softly at the hole of her now well-stretched 
little asshole. She swooned, forgetful of the pain his entering there caused 
her, thinking only of the pleasure it would bring, and she was unaware that 
her husband, hearing Leon's words and seeing his wife so happily impaled 
upon him had become incensed again, furious at her, and at the black man, 
and was about to prove his anger to both of them. 

Even in his anger, he couldn't help appreciating the beauty of his wife's 
body as she gyrated on top of the black man, her white buttocks moving 
smoothly back and forth. He adjusted himself on the cot behind her, between 
her legs and Leon's, so that his lust-hardened cock rested up in the widely 
flaring crevice that separated her hotly quivering nether cheeks. 

He grunted with pleasure as Leon's thrust upward into Daphne's steaming, 
hair-trimmed pussy, pushed her curvaceous body back against his in such a 
way that the length of his lewdly intentioned cock slid against the tight 
brown puckered opening of his wife's anal canal and gradually pushed against 
it. Slowly, he began his penetration. 

Below him, Leon was becoming aware that he and Daphne were not alone. He 
could feel the other cock sliding up against his through the thin membrane 
that separated Daphne's vaginal passage from her rectal channel, and he 
could feel the additional weight on the cot, and the heavy, labored 
breathing of another person. 

It was hard to tear his mind away from the pleasurable sensations of fucking 
up into the young blonde's hotly, clasping pussy, the warmth of her naked 
breasts upon his chest, her obvious excitement... but he managed to cry... 
"What's happening... what's going on?" 

"Gregg's here," Daphne told him. 

"What the fuck!" the black man said, his mind racing with the ramifications 
of his employers sudden appearance... but he had to give the white boy 
credit. This was some way to get back at him, and a pretty ingenious idea at 
that!" He arched his hips upward and began a furious lewd pounding into 
Daphne's willingly spreading cuntal folds, fucking her powerfully, each 
stroke making her gasp out her breath into his mouth locked so tightly to 
hers. There was going to be war, and her slim white body was the 
battlefield. 

"Oooohhhh!" she jerked forward in pain and pleasure, the two fucking up 
inside her relentlessly. She was caught between the black man and white man, 
hopelessly impaled between them as the two thick cocks churned up into her, 
and inside her the two blunt-edged staffs of male flesh were rubbing against 
each other, separated by only the thin partition of tight elastic flesh that 
divided her cuntal and anal passage. She groaned in wild anguished pleasure 
as her belly was ceaselessly being filled; there was no escape from either 
side and she could feel each detail of the two men as they pressed her tight 
between their naked bodies. Gregg's muscular loins slapped up against her 
nakedly upthrust buttocks in back while in front the hairy base of his 
employee's cock spread her small pink cuntal lips to their utmost width as 
his pelvis pressed persistently against the wide-split opening of her 
flaring cunt. 

Down between her pale white thighs the delicate feminine openings were being 
assaulted both from the front and from the rear, the tiny bud of her 
clitoris rubbing unmercifully against the handyman's springy pubic hairs as 
giant waves of burning delight vibrated through every fiber of her behind. 
Simultaneously, her husband's thickly penetrating cock fucked deeper and 
deeper up into her rectum, spreading her undulating buttocks wide and 
reaching the farthermost depths of her belly with its probing hardness. 

Daphne thought she was going to faint, and she groaned huskily, but Leon's 
mouth still sucked at her hers while his hands voraciously worked at her 
crazily jiggling breasts. He was muttering obscenities into her mouth which 
she was grateful she couldn't hear, and as his tongue swirled in her mouth 
she knew the ecstatic sensation of having her every orifice violated... she 
was completely filled with hard pummeling male cock meat! 

Behind her, Gregg grunted as he felt the strong pressure of her rectal 
muscles working furiously once more, and the harder her anal canal tried to 
expel him in its instinctive way, the harder he surged upward into her. The 
feeling was incredible and he gasped with sadistic pleasure, grinning widely 
to himself as he heard his young wife's low hungry groans of desire. It was 
what she deserved! The only thing she needed was to be fucked senseless by 
two good stiff cocks at the same time! 

The lust-incited husband lunged the full length of his rod with long smooth 
strokes in a lewd, exciting rhythm of debauchery far up into Daphne's openly 
grinding back passage, while between the two men the blonde bride's body 
quivered and jerked as she listened to the heavy grunting sounds of pleasure 
emanating from her aroused lovers. She suddenly felt herself becoming more 
aroused than she had ever been a violent desire to fuck them both crazy, to 
get even for the pleasure they were giving her. But there was nothing she 
could do about it-not a single thing. Her desire had become a blinding force 
inside her, and her whole body felt like a warm furry cunt meant solely for 
the kind of fucking she was getting right now. Never had she been so totally 
possessed, so completely devoid of willpower! 

With an enormous effort, Daphne ground her buttocks sensuously backward, 
right into the source of the pleasure meeting her young husband's ramming 
cock head-on. The lewdly flaming desire crashed around inside her for long 
moments, as she fucked back again... and again... and again! She was 
desperately trying to make him cum, make him fill her hotly burning rectum 
to the brim. Furiously, she squirmed her ass-cheeks toward him as much as 
she could in an indecent invitation for him to continue his beautiful 
ravishment, to quicken his pace. But the had not reckoned with Leon, and 
with each hard thrust she made with her body her clinging vagina massaged 
his surging penis with unprecedented force. 

"Oh fuck me white woman... Fuck me gooooooood!" he moaned out, and suddenly 
he was bucking and churning, his giant cock slipping and sliding, impaling 
her hotly clasping pussy with new determination. He grunted and groaned and 
she knew that he was going to cum any second while, and it fired her more, 
she felt a compelling force respond to Leon's plunging penis, deep in her 
cunt where the spark grew and doubled itself. Frantically she caught on to 
Leon's woolly hair, her head flung back, mouth open and gaping, eyes rolling 
back in her head. 

Gregg was still plowing jerkily into her buttocks when suddenly the 
handyman's furiously driving cock began to spurt thick hot jets of cum 
directly up into Daphne's lust-enraged crevice. Her silky blonde hair flew 
from side to side as her head moved, covering Gregg's flushed face with its 
soft strands while she herself bucked and churned, words of lewd 
encouragement spewing forth from her lips in her now complete abandon. 

"Oooohhhh yesss... " she cried out ant then, "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She was 
cumming, cumming from this obscene, rapturous double fuck. 

The two men, overwhelmed by her response, squeezed and fingered at her 
tender, sweat-slickened contours in the final convulsive states of their 
ruthless fucking of her helpless body between them. Four hands', two black, 
two white, grappled with her trembling breasts at one point... then four 
hands pulled at her quaking buttocks. Her cunt was kneaded thirstily from 
behind with flickering fingers as Gregg slipped his hands between the sweaty 
flesh of his wife and the still-cumming negro. Gladly, he fucked forward 
with one last mighty thrust feeling her anal muscles contracting wildly 
around his lunging cock. She's cumming back there, too, for God's sake, he 
thought to himself. She's cumming in her asshole! 

You hot cunt, you fucking hot little cunt!" he screamed aloud into the dim, 
musty room, and with that he released wave after wave of his hot thick cum 
deep into the burning channel of her clutching rectum. His hairy balls 
smacked hard against, the underside of hr gyrating ass-cheeks and with a 
last jerking tremble, he pressed tight against her, filling her anus almost 
to the bursting point with the sticky white fluid of his cum. 

He let himself fall back from her still shuddering form, exhausted, spent, 
delighted. His penis was instantly expelled from her rectal depths and lay 
lewdly in a half erect state upon the soft swell of her quaking buttocks. In 
front of her, Leon flicked his cock one last time up against the surface of 
Daphne's womb, setting off another spasm, a minor orgasm compared to the one 
she'd just had, but delicious, just as delicious. 

Her legs quivered tenderly up against Leon's dark brown thighs, her worn, 
totally reamed pussy seemed to lurch with her last orgasm. Her nether 
passage felt wet and slippery and oddly empty now that Gregg's cock was no 
longer inside her there and something about the way it felt made her vagina 
clasp hungrily onto the black man's now motionless penis. 

In seconds, she was working at it, one long trembling leg swinging up and 
around the handyman's hips, her mouth open and her tongue flicking across 
his thick, soft lips. Although he was still gasping for air, he responded 
instantly, the pressure of her demanding cunt nibbling so hungrily on his 
penis impossible to ignore. 

"Hey, man... " he whispered before surrendering himself to her kiss, "I 
think this hot bitch wants to have another go... what do you think?" With 
that, the black man pulled her a little to the side so there was room for 
her to lie flat on her back, and then he rose on top of her, his hard body 
surging between her widely spread thighs to grind his again enlarging cock 
up into her with long, slow strokes that pinned her flailing body tightly 
down into the cot. 

Gregg sat at the foot of the bed, leaning against the cool wood wall, 
watching the huge black cock of the handyman fuck wetly up into the white, 
wide open softness of his wife's hotly sucking blonde cunt... 

CHAPTER TEN 

"What the hell is going on in here?" Gregg opened his eyes, Daphne looked up 
from the cot, and Leon turned his head around, all of them seeing with 
surprise that Mrs. Salt was standing there watching in the doorway! They 
looked at her open-mouthed as she unzipped her dress and tossed it aside, 
then stood there, totally naked before them. 

She strode over to the cot and grabbed Gregg, pulling him down on the wood 
floor beside her. The woman's expression was one of pure lust, the result of 
building desire from her having been a silent witness to the sandwich 
fucking of her daughter-in-law by her son and the handyman. 

It had been bad enough earlier that day listening and watching just outside 
the window of her son's cabin, watching and listening while inside the son 
she loved so much and for so long had punished Daphne so brutally and so 
long that her cries of pain had been transformed into cries of love. His 
mother suffered deeply from the realization that Gregg and Daphne actually 
did love each other and would continue to do so no matter what happened! 

And it had been pure torture just now, witnessing the debauched scene 
between the three of them. But if Gregg was doing that, then maybe, she 
thought, maybe something had changed and now he was up for grabs again! But 
she was startled to find that he did not respond to her the way she 
expected. Tired and spent from his long day's activity with Daphne and now 
this lascivious bonus during which he felt he had effectively shown both his 
wife and the black man where they stood, the young man felt oddly repulsed 
by his mother's advances. 

"Cut it out, Ma," he said., pushing her roughly away while the other two on 
the cot still watched in amazement. "I don't want to fuck you any more. 
You've been nosing around in my affairs too much as it is!" 

"Oh, Gregg," she said... "I didn't mean to do any harm... I was just trying 
to help... " 

"Listen," Gregg interrupted coldly from where he sat on the wood floor 
casually naked leaning against the small cot, "if you really want to get 
into the act, I'll tell you what you can do... " 

"I'll do anything you say, dear. Anything. I just want you to know that I 
love you and everything I do is because of that." 

"Yeah, well, that's nice. 

But I've had enough of being run all over the place by a couple of dumb 
cunts... " 

An idea was forming in his mind, beginning to take shape. He knew what he 
wanted now, and he told them in terms too graphic to leave any doubts in his 
mother or his wife's mind. 

"You want her to what?" his wife exclaimed, clutching the end of a blanket 
around her in an attempt to hide her nakedness from the older woman. 

"I want you to make it with each other! Come on ladies. Obviously, there's 
nothing you two aren't capable of. That's for sure. And I know Leon would 
enjoy watching the show!" His eyes sparkled maliciously. 

Mrs. Salt cringed at the thought. She hated that little blonde intruder as 
much as she had ever disliked anyone... and the thought of going near 
another woman, any other woman, repulsed her. "Oh, no Gregg. Not that. 
Anything but that!" 

"You said you'd do anything!" Gregg was standing now, looking down at his 
black-haired mom. "Now do it!" he commanded. He saw his mother's chin 
quiver, and knew that she would do anything he said. He turned to his 
startled wife. "And you, you hot little cunt, you better spread your legs 
and get ready. Get up, Leon, so she can spread out." 

Mrs. Salt felt nauseous as chills and hot flashes spread throughout her 
nakedly exposed body. As if in a dream she rose and went to Daphne, who had 
obeyed her husband, and trembling with fear, lay wantonly open on the narrow 
bed. 

Silent tears had begun to course down Daphne's face. She wanted to trust her 
husband, but he was asking too much! The pretty blonde looked up at her 
mother-in-law who was standing over her, uncertain what to do, and the 
defenseless younger woman wanted to say something, opened her mouth to 
speak, but the words wouldn't come. 

Gregg and Leon both stood on the far side of the room now, leaning against 
the wall, watching the two women. Daphne looked to her husband, her eyes 
full of a silent appeal. But Daphne knew she hadn't a leg to stand on. What 
right did she have to beg for mercy after what her husband had caught her 
doing? None! She had to obey him. That way she might at least purge herself 
of some guilt. But this, this act he was suggesting... she knew that she 
would never recover from the state of shame it would cause her. It would 
haunt her for the rest of her days. Her eyes pleaded with her husband. 

But Gregg was having none of it. "Get down there between her legs!" he 
ordered his mother, who, he saw with satisfaction, got up on the bed and 
knelt down between the younger woman's widespread thighs, her round, pillowy 
buttocks lewdly presented to him. 

"What are you waiting for? You know what to do. Just do to her what I did to 
you the other night! And lick her hot little cunt good!" Both women were 
sobbing now-one because of her son's contemptuous tone of voice, the other 
because she was beginning to understand that her husband had had relations 
with his own mother, she didn't know for how long, and was now forcing her, 
his own wife, to do something that grated against her nature as nothing else 
could. 

It was wicked, what he wanted! How could she have put herself in such a 
position, Daphne wondered. What was she doing there with these horrible 
people. She began to be revolted by what she'd been involved in doing in the 
last few hours, regretting whatever pleasure she'd taken knowing it had been 
wrong, just as wrong as what her own husband was now asking her to submit 
to. 

"I can't do it," she said to herself. "I can't, and I won't!" 

Daphne looked wildly about her, thinking there must be someway to get out of 
there, but the low growl that came from Gregg's lips told her there was no 
escaping it. Daphne self-consciously put her hands up to cover her breasts, 
a ridiculous gesture in light of the fact that the rest of her young body 
was completely exposed. She was trapped! She was defenseless! And what made 
things worse, she had no one to blame but herself. 

Gregg felt his penis stirring as he saw his mother looking down at the 
widely spread legs of his blonde wife. The vulnerably displayed light-haired 
vaginal slit that he had fucked into so many times during the last hours was 
about to get a taste of something else. What excited him most of all was the 
look of absolute mortification on both their faces-one his lovely young 
bride, and the other beautiful, shapely mother. What he was making them do 
terrified them! 

All at once, Daphne attempted to close her legs and wriggle away, and Gregg 
was surprised to see his mother grab the girl and try to stop her. Mrs. Salt 
was angry. 

"Listen," she hissed at the younger woman. "If you just lie still and let me 
do it, it will be over with that much faster. I won't hurt you, I promise. 
Besides, if you let those two big cocks fuck you like you just did, nothing 
I could do to you should bother you at all." 

Daphne lay back down again and obediently spread her legs apart. She was 
stunned by the woman's tone, and felt betrayed. The older woman was only 
adding to the strain she felt. Leon, she noticed, had moved closer, and had 
seated himself on a chair nearby and was watching her, smiling expectantly. 

"If I'd only left today," she was thinking, "instead of staying in thing 
horrible place." 

Mrs. Salt's hand moved tentatively forward and touched Daphne's tender 
vaginal lips. Daphne cringed instinctively. Then the older woman's fingers 
began to explore the still moistly seeping furrow of Daphne's warm soft 
pussy, making searing contact with every little cranny of the sensitive 
organ so recently the recipient of both men's thickly ravaging cocks and 
semen. With a light touch, Mrs. Salt's thumb smoothed over and around 
Daphne's tiny sensation-filled clitoris as her other fingers began to slip 
teasingly into her love-distended vagina. 

Daphne felt totally degraded... lying there passive, the spectacle for those 
two men who had just fucked her to watch... enduring these obscene woman's 
touches... telling herself again and again that she had to do what they 
said! Gregg's voice drifted across the room. In her tormented mind she heard 
him saying things to soothe her. 

"Come on, honey, take it easy... that's it... you'll get to dig it if you 
give it a chance... that's right baby. Hey, Mom, you're a natural! You sure 
you never did this before?" 

Mrs. Salt looked over at her son, her eyes burning. Her own son! 

"How can you talk to me this way," she said in a controlled, anger-filled 
voice, and then she returned to what she was doing. 

The sight of the naked form of his beautiful mother made Gregg's mouth 
water. It was as if he'd never seen her naked before. Watching her bending 
over like that added to the fever pitch of events of that day, and he felt 
himself starting to lust after her rich, womanly voluptuousness-those big, 
lush breasts with tips like chocolate kisses, that tight darkly curling 
"vee" of her pussy exposed to him from the rear. The very pussy through 
which he had entered this world! God, what an outrageous sight! 

Gradually, he could see that Mrs. Salt was beginning to enjoy her work. Her 
shameful probing fingers were now working all the way up inside Daphne's 
acquiescing young pussy, plunging higher and higher between her nakedly 
quivering thighs. Soon she wedged her entire outstretched body in between 
Daphne's shapely legs, pressing her full firm breasts up against the young 
bride's involuntarily moistening genitals as she did so! 

"Mmmmmmmm... " Mrs. Salt moaned to herself, surprised that the feel of 
another woman would be so pleasurable. So this is what a man must feel when 
he finger fucks a woman's cunt, she said to herself. So soft, so wet! She 
twisted and teased her fingers around within the tightly contracting vaginal 
channel of her lovely new daughter-in-law. 

Then something happened! 

Something ignited a spark between the two women, something that had to do 
with the sheer perversity of the act. Lying defenseless on the cot, Daphne 
began to moan with rapture, feeling her aching cunt respond to the gently 
twirling fingers high up inside her. There was something subtle and strange 
about it that almost made her flesh crawl, but at the same time, it awakened 
inside her incredibly thrilling spasms of lust that made her whole body feel 
warmed. 

Her legs suddenly relaxed and involuntarily spread wider apart, as with a 
small shiver of surrender she relaxed. She opened her eyes and saw that her 
mother-in-law was thoroughly engrossed in her vagina, and that she was 
looking at it with an unmistakably lewd expression. 

Her beautiful mother-in-law was enjoying it too! 

The thought of what they were doing repulsed the young girl, and yet only 
made the lascivious sensation grow more intense. Suddenly she wanted nothing 
more than to feel her husband's mother's fingers fucking deep inside her 
soft, dilating cunt! 

She writhed in humiliation, utterly helpless. She turned her head away to 
avoid Mrs. Salt; who had begun to look at her with a look of desire and 
lust. But the confrontation with the feelings of the other woman had had its 
effect, and served only to increase the unwanted masochistic excitement that 
was building inside and she knew there would be no fighting it any more. 

"Well, how about that. They did it!" 

It as Leon's voice coming from his corner of the darkening room. Gregg gave 
him an angry glance. 

"Keep your mouth shut!" he said, but couldn't help noticing that the 
handyman had an enormously rigid erection which he had in his hand and was 
slowly pumping. Quickly, Gregg turned his attention back to the sensually 
stimulating play he had directed between his wife and his mother. 

Daphne's unwilling but unreserved yielding to this newly found pleasure was 
like a searing torch flame igniting him with new desire, and his 
lust-swollen cock clamored painfully, palpitating wildly between his legs. 
The sight of his beautiful wife and dark-haired mother-two extraordinarily 
beautiful women with passion contorted expressions on their faces writhing 
insanely in the middle of his handyman's narrow cot-the sight of them 
started an incredible ache in his balls, and he could feel the lubricated 
tip of his heavily blood-engorged penis throbbing madly. 

The sweat began to pour down his ruggedly-handsome face and he kept 
swallowing a lump in his throat as he gazed, hypnotized by the unbelievably 
lewd scene before him. His prick grew larger and larger; slowly its purplish 
head began to bloat and rise, gleaming in the dim light. Once and then again 
it spasmed as he heard Daphne moan softly and deliriously as his mother 
continued to ruthlessly finger-fuck her daughter-in-law, probing the warm 
moist recesses of her now willingly splayed and hotly grinding cunt... 

Gregg clasped his crazily jerking cock firmly in his powerful hands, feeling 
it come alive with a will of its own, throbbing hotly against his fingers, 
anxious to get on with it again. 

From between Daphne's now tightly clenched teeth came strangled gasps as her 
sensually tormented young body twisted and flailed helplessly on the bed and 
her passion-flooded angelic blonde cunt began to gush a steaming flood of 
orgiastic moisture into Mrs. Salt's palm. Without thinking, Gregg and Leon 
began to pump up and down on the blood-engorged shafts of their heavily 
swollen cocks. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" Daphne cried out as she gave herself over with 
shattering certainty to Mrs. Salt's wildly slaving fingers, at last at the 
breaking point where she was no longer aware of the others around her in the 
small room. On and on it went and the obscenely exciting fingers in her 
climaxing pussy fucked deeper and deeper, stroking hotly and repeatedly 
against her crazily sucking cuntal walls. 

It was happening. She was cumming! Gumming stronger than she had ever 
before, overflowing and flooding her mind, soul and body in swirls of hot 
licking flames that threatened to burn her alive! 

She still moaned, her body trembling from the now subsiding storm of her 
release, as she lay back with a voice sounding in her head, a voice which 
told her that Mrs. Salt's fingers were something she wanted to feel again... 
more and more. 

Gregg approached the cot on which his nakedly spent wife lay. His mouth felt 
dry and he was overcome by a surplus of emotion from the sight that he had 
just witnessed. His young wife had almost enjoyed it too much! He wanted her 
to hate it more than she had! 

She hadn't hated it at all! 

'Gregg lifted his mother's exhausted body from where she lay almost 
protectively over Daphne, and he placed her unresisting form so that she was 
kneeling directly over his wife, fact to face, her legs spread wide 
straddling Daphne's smooth satiny hips. Their two cunts were only inches 
apart, one above the other. With his hands on her soft white hips, Gregg 
guided his lust-hardened cock up between his mother's smoothly rounded 
buttocks, slipping below the small pucker of her anus to fuck hard up into 
her wetly clenched pussy. The darkly curling little hairs parted to allow 
his massively raging cock access to the wetly steaming depths f his mother's 
hotly throbbing cunt, and he heard her gasp from the startling and 
unexpected pleasure his hard swollen cock created. 

He felt her nakedly straining ass-cheeks clench tight around his deeply 
inserted penis and grind backwards against his pelvis as his mother 
responded to his ruthless penetration. Below them, Daphne's blonde young 
vagina was squirming lewdly around and she groaned in lustful excitement 
which prompted Gregg, who was smiling broadly and clinging to his mother's 
milk-white breasts, to pull out of Mrs. Salt's already responding cunt and 
fuck below her into the widespread cunt-lips of his almost wild, 
tight-cunted wife. 

"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus that's good!" he cried out, pushing so hard that he felt 
his lust-hardened cock pounding right into his moaning wife's cervix. Her 
slender legs jackknifed out and he pulled out of her with a loud wet sucking 
noise and fucked his desire-swollen cock back into his mother's hot vagina. 
Both women started writhing lewdly against the soft flesh of each other as 
they lay face to face, and Mrs. Salt finally opened her mouth to dart her 
tongue insistently between Daphne's open lips, sealing their new 
relation-ship with a deep tongue kiss. 

Mrs. Salt had never felt these sensations she was feeling-it was as if she'd 
never been fucked before and her ass-cheeks began to tremble against he 
son's forcefully pounding loins as he alternatively surged his entire 
throbbing length forward into her already eagerly waiting cunt and then into 
his wife's gasping, welcoming pussy. The double fucking was driving them 
both wild and Mrs. Salt just couldn't believe just how pleasurable her son's 
invading penis could be. The loss of it made it twice as good when she 
regained it again, and she felt as if she were being fucked in an entirely 
new way. 

It was beginning to make her feel all warm and secure inside and she had a 
suspicion that her years of loneliness were through. Her own son could 
fulfill her in a way no one else ever could! The women's thighs pressed into 
each other and their wetly grinding pussies rubbed hotly against one another 
as they each received the buffeting blows of Gregg's rapidly pistoning cock 
and began to feel a glow with the new heat that was radiated by the three 
bodies. 

Leon had come over to where they were and stood over them, watching the dual 
ravishment of the two women, the mother and the young girl. It was some 
sight, but he was getting tired of just looking. While he felt a new respect 
for his young white boss, he also felt a certain jealousy at the way the two 
desire-maddened women were carrying on beneath the young man's lustfully 
driving hardness as it was embedded deep inside, first, one cunt hole, then 
fucked back into the other one! 

There didn't seem any way to join the action, and it seemed like it took 
forever, and Leon could feel himself starting to sweat heavily as he waited 
impatiently, getting more and more angry at his young fucking competitor. 

He watched the young white girl cum twice and saw that she was well on her 
way to doing it a third time. She was moaning with ecstatic pleasure when 
she felt the streaming hot jet of her husband's wildly spewing cock spurt 
out its scalding cum high up inside her hungrily clasping pussy. The wildly 
shooting fluids poured out of Gregg's throbbing cock in spurts, shooting 
forth like a cannon. Then he dropped forward onto his mother's back and 
heard the two women beneath him moan in unison as the last hot stickiness of 
his victorious male cum trickled from his still pulsating penis. 

Finally, he looked up and saw the black handyman standing there with his 
bulging cock in his hand, and with a wry smile he said, "Take your pick, 
Leon. Or fuck them both!" 

Leon pulled Mrs. Salt on to the thick shag rug on the floor and started 
fucking into her eagerly upturned pussy, and watching, them Gregg found that 
he couldn't stay out of it. His blood felt like it was boiling with 
rekindled lust for his luscious mother, and the antagonism he'd felt towards 
the presumptuous employee was gone now that he had proven he could handle 
his women. 

So while Leon and Mrs. Salt rolled on the floor, he slipped down behind 
them, grabbing one of his mother's soft breasts with one hand and slipping 
the other beneath her full round ass. 

He found her tiny anal opening with his middle finger and wormed it inside 
her, all the while watching, feeling, hearing, the vigorous fucking between 
Leon and the woman. If Leon noticed what he was up to or cared, he didn't 
show it, and Gregg liked the fact that his mother was now squirming and 
squealing with a mixture of pain and pleasure just as his young bride had 
done that morning. His mother lay on her side now, being penetrated from the 
front by the handyman's blood-swollen black penis, and from the rear by her 
son's lustfully impaling middle finger. 

The possibility of what might happen next occurred to the forty-year-old 
woman, and she felt a shiver of fear run through her, but she couldn't quite 
relinquish the pleasure she knew she might feel along with the pain as she 
had watched her daughter-in-law feeling earlier that day. She thought of 
that scene with a pang, still desiring her son, still wanting him in her, 
even though Leon was working hard at her, fucking well into her open cunt in 
the front. She wanted Gregg, too! But the heat of two male bodies pressing 
lewdly against her melted all bad feelings away and she began to feel a 
comfort and security she'd never felt before. A sudden wave of tenderness 
washed over her as she thought of her daughter-in-law. 

Lying on the cot, Daphne watched the proceedings with half-shut, tired eyes. 
She liked watching them, and she liked the chance to rest because she knew 
she'd need all her strength later on. She was no longer surprised that she 
didn't feel any jealousy or anguish whatsoever while watching her husband, 
his mother, and her lover fuck crazily on the floor. Some kind of barrier 
had been broken down that had kept her from life and love, and she felt as 
if she had opened up, blossomed in a new way, full of new thoughts and 
feelings! 

She smiled as she realized that she had never loved Gregg more than when he 
had pressed her body and his mother's together, fucking them both so 
forcefully and, she felt, communicating totally with her for the first time. 
She had never felt better, never felt so full of love. She thought her 
friends might be thirsty later on, so she got up quietly and threw on her 
dress and padded out into the gathering darkness to the office cabin kitchen 
to fix them some drinks. 

And then on the floor, it started to happen, the thing that his mother had 
feared. Gregg removed his middle finger and replaced it with his heavily 
throbbing cock. He burrowed relentlessly into her anal opening, which, while 
not as tight as his young bride's, was nevertheless a small passage. He 
stretched beyond seeming endurance the tightly clenched little hole... 
forcing and twisting and worming up inside her vainly resisting nether 
channel. 

His mother jerked forward and groaned with pain, but as she did, Leon's 
madly pistoning cock slid unimpeded now farther up into her vagina, sending 
such a thrilling sensation through her cock-filled body that she could only 
soundlessly wince in pain. The two thickly driving cocks seemed to be 
melting inside her, becoming one huge pulsating pole of flesh, filling her 
and sending her into raptures of a completely new dimension... never had she 
felt so completely, so totally filled with the pain and pleasure of love. 

Gregg's strong cock ground deeper and deeper up between her soft, fleshy 
ass-cheeks, driving into the nakedly open crevice with long, smooth strokes. 
His hair was matted with sweat, his face was flushed with exhaustion but his 
madly working cock had never felt so good. He could feel the unrelenting 
blows of the handyman's vigorously jabbing cock deep inside his mother, 
skewering powerfully up into her captive cunt. 

Gregg could not help smiling to himself at the thought of what they were 
doing to this beautiful older woman. He looked over to the cot to see how 
Daphne was doing, and saw that she was gone, he didn't worry thought; he 
knew full well she'd be back. Then he stopped thinking altogether and gave 
himself up to the incredible pleasure in his loins. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

In the darkened cabin, Leon smiled and leaned forward to caress the nipples 
of the woman who sat at his feet leaning back against his knees as he sat on 
the cot. Mrs. Salt smiled up at him. 

"Listen," she said, "I think we should trade off as couples... you know... 
Gregg and Daphne with you and me!" 

"Always giving orders!" Leon chuckled fondly and gave her nipple a playful 
pinch. 

"Well I think it should be more an individual thing," Daphne piped up from 
across the room where her husband Gregg sat in a chair, his naked legs 
widespread as his heavy-veined, lust-hardened cock received the attentions 
of the pert blonde's delicately licking tongue. "That way," Daphne 
continued, "we could get together as a group about twice a week, and then... 
" 

But her planning was silenced by Gregg who pushed her head down gently back 
towards the waiting tip of his gleaming penis, and Daphne happily accepted 
its girth into her greedy mouth. 

"Mmmmmmm." 

"The little planner," Gregg smiled, his eyes half closed with desire as his 
avidly sucking wife's blonde head bobbed lewdly up and down between his 
legs. "We'll just leave things loose. These things have a way of working 
themselves out!" 

Mrs. Salt was about to protest, but when she felt Leon lifting her onto his 
lap on the cot and eagerly fucking up into her soft, curl-fringed cunt from 
behind, she realized that she wasn't going to be left out. 

"Oooooooo!" she moaned happily. 

"The only thing we'll have to watch around here is the noise," Gregg said, 
feeling he was about to cum any second into the hotly sucking cavern of his 
wife's eagerly working mouth. "Once we get this place fixed up, it's going 
to be crawling with tourists." 

"Maybe we should change the name from Salty's Inn to Salty's Cum Inn," Leon 
chuckled. 

They laughed, and then they stopped laughing and there was a silence in the 
cabin for a long time except for groans of pleasure and desire and the 
occasional sound of Salty's dog baying at the rising moon. 


THE END
