Pictures Of Mom
by Billie Jackson
(LLP-534)


Chapter 1 

Billy Russell walked down Oak Street past the small neat houses and 
well-kept lawns, then turned down Marshall Lane breaking into a run. At 
number twenty two, he dashed quickly up the three steps, opened the screen 
door, and ran into his house past his mother who was hemming a new skirt on 
his 13-year-old sister Beth. 

"Billy, walk don't run!" his mother commanded in an exasperated tone. 

Bernice Russell felt as if there were never a time in her life when she 
didn't have two children to look after. Sometimes it made her so tired she 
could almost cry. At thirty four she was still a stunning blonde with an 
exquisite figure, but her handsome husband Harvey hardly looked at her any 
more. 

"That's no way to enter your home young man!" 

The dark-haired fourteen year old boy slammed the door to his room shut, 
knowing without seeing it, that his mother winced from the loud sound. He 
threw his schoolbooks across his bed, grabbed a swimsuit and quickly dashed 
back out of the house. 

"Be back for dinner, Ma," he called out as he left. 

Then he ran back down Marshall Street, and on Oak slowed himself down to a 
casual walk and climbed into the waiting white convertible driven by an 
attractive redhaired woman who looked to be about his mother's age. 

Back in the house Mrs. Russell returned to the hem on Beth's new dress. They 
had been arguing before about the length of the skirt, Beth wanting to wear 
it very short and her mother wanting a proper length. But now Bernice 
Russell's attention was focused on Billy and she said to her daughter: "I 
don't know what's gotten into that boy these last few days. What's he so 
darned excited about, I wonder." 

Beth, a prematurely developed blondehaired girl, smiled to herself but said 
nothing. She knew very well what was happening with her older brother. Sex. 
That's what! She'd heard storied about Tricia Logan, and she knew that Billy 
had been spending a lot of time after school sitting around the swimming 
pool at her mansion. And she knew too what everyone whispered about the 
glamorous Mrs. Logan - sex! Hah! the young girl thought. But of course she'd 
never tell her mother. 

* * * 

Billy Russell didn't know why she had singled him out for these priviledged 
afternoons, but he didn't really care. He looked at the stunning redhead now 
in the white bikini that made her firm tanned body look incredibly sexy. She 
came over and sat down beside him, her round firm ass pressing into his 
thigh. She had a glass of scotch in either hand and offered him one. 

"It's a pleasure to contribute to the delinquency of this, minor," she said 
throatily. 

Billy had never really consumed only alcohol and all week he had been 
refusing her offer, but today he felt daring and took a sip of it now. His 
face twisted in distaste but then he felt it warming its way down to his 
belly and he leaned back in his deck chair as the alcohol made him relax. 

"How's it going kid?" the older woman asked him. "Welcome to the wonderful 
world of decadence." 

Billy smiled at her. Christ, it was so mind-blowingly wonderful he didn't 
know what to say to her. He hadn't laid a hand on her yet, but he sensed 
that at the right time it would all happen. Meantime, he enjoyed talking to 
her and answering her questions about his life - about school, about his 
family. Shit, things had been really awful at home lately - he and his 
sister always fighting, and his mother and father hardly talking. Christ, 
just thinking about his sister now he got a lot of crazy feelings. She was 
so dumb, always walking around half undressed, letting him see her already 
well-developed breasts and smooth tanned long legs until he'd have to slam 
the door to his room and jack off thinking about her. The little dumb cunt. 

He didn't want to think about it. Here he was with an older woman who was 
sex personified. What did he need to think about his dopey kid sister for? 

Tricia ran her finger lightly along his thigh, then rose and walked to the 
edge of the pool, diving in and swimming gracefully to the other end. 

Billy lay back in the warm summer sun, his attention now totally focused on 
the bronzed bikini-clad redhead. He watched her hungrily as she climbed out 
of the pool and ambled lazily toward him, her breasts and sensuous buttocks 
jiggling tantalizingly. Just the mere thought of running his hands over them 
caused the bulge in his swimming trunks to grow hard and he turned to lay on 
his stomach, to hide the ever-increasing hard on. 

He continued to gaze around him at the opulent surroundings of the Logan 
mansion. Where the hell was her husband, he wondered. Billy had never even 
seen the old guy around. Aw, what did he care. He knew it was only a matter 
of time now until he actually ... wow! ... it just blew his mind ... until 
he actually got to put his prick inside the tight cunt of that voluptuous 
beauty. If she wasn't worried about her husband, why should he be? 

"Daydreaming?" Her soft, husky voice purred behind him, startling him out of 
his reverie. 

"Huh ... Yeah, sure. I sure am," he said in surprise as he watched the 
redhead sit down beside him. 

She was tall and slender, yet her figure seemed a succession of flaring 
bends and curves in the almost non-existent swimsuit she wore. Her skin was 
deeply tanned, her eyes round and immense, and there was a sensual quality 
in the way she sat beside him, her hands on her hips, smiling at him and 
showing her bright white teeth. 

"I've been watching you, too," she said. "You're young, but you look willing 
and able," she laughed. "And I'd love to be the one to initiate you, you 
know!" 

Billy laughed, a little embarrassed. Wow! He'd been having these far out 
sexual fantasies sitting around this pool for a week, but now here was this 
woman just offering herself to him, and it was really just too fucking much. 
Christ! He suddenly felt awkward and a little scared, completely at a loss 
as to how to handle this far out situation and his mind raced searchingly 
for a way. out! Christ, she was so out front about it ... 

"That's right, baby," she went on, reaching out her hand and touching his 
thigh. "Let's you and I get to know each other," the woman urged in a sultry 
tone of voice, her huge eyes smoking with suggestion. "Come on inside and 
... " 

Suddenly Billy was a little frightened. "Gee, I-I gotta get home, now," he 
lied, hating himself for blowing his cool and for not being man enough to 
take advantage of this unbelievable offer. After all, he had fantasized 
about this for as long as he could remember. 

"Aw, c'mon, Billy. You're so cute. Why don't you just come inside and have 
one little old drink with me. Then you can go home ... I'm not gonna make 
you a prisoner you know." 

"W-what about your husband?" he sputtered as he helplessly followed her into 
the house. 

She led the way, a few paces ahead, and pretended not to hear him, never 
once looking back until she reached the back door of the huge mansion. Then 
she turned and smiled warmly at him as he mounted the steps. Still scared, 
but excited, he smiled weakly in return and shrugged with feigned 
nonchalance, as he followed her into the cool house, with its high ceilings 
and wood paneled walls. Then he followed her upstairs into one of the many 
bedrooms. 

"Wow," he managed to say, "this is some pad. This really blows my mind," he 
exclaimed in awe, as they entered the large Victorian chamber which was, in 
contrast, decorated with ultra-modern furnishings. There were fluffy, 
brightly-colored pillows on a thick, luxurious carpet, and a king-size 
waterbed in the middle of the room. "Man!" said Billy, looking around him, 
"far out!" 

Billy sat nervously by now, watching the statuesque beauty move gracefully 
around the room, selecting a record and placing it on the stereo. It was 
really weird, he thought, but he was thinking of his sister. Christ! If she 
hadn't been the only naked girl he'd ever seen, maybe he wouldn't have 
jacked off thinking about her so much, and maybe he wouldn't be thinking of 
her now. Shit! It was weird, he thought. Here was this gorgeous broad just 
offering herself to him, and he's thinking of his stupid sister. 

He watched Tricia walk over to a cabinet along one wall of the room and pull 
out a bottle of scotch and two glasses and pour them each a healthy dose. A 
driving rock beat blared now from the stereo, and Tricia stood there, a 
drink in each hand, swaying in time to the music. The drinks remained 
perfectly still, while the movements of her hips became freer and fuller, as 
they jerked in a primitive tempo. Her head rocked and swiveled loosely and 
her dark shoulder-length hair swirled back and forth to cover her face like 
a shimmering mask. 

"Wild, baby, wild," she crooned huskily as she moved closer to Billy, 
reaching out and offering him a drink. 

Then with her free hand, she touched his cheek, caressing it absently, then 
whirled away again to set up a more desperate grinding rhythm that shook the 
flesh of her fine full thighs. The skimpy narrow top of her bikini barely 
contained her bobbing breasts and he could see about an inch line of pale 
white skin that the sun had not touched dancing in and out of the halter. 
She caught the look of intense interest on his face and responded with 
broader movements, her ripe rounded body thumping and shaking, each part of 
her seemingly unrelated to the other parts. Her soft brown skin gleamed with 
perspiration and her incredibly large dark eyes were glazed and faraway as 
though she were in a trance. 

Christ, thought Billy and he took a long drink from the-contents of his 
glass, feeling the warm soothing liquid flow down his throat and hit bottom. 
It was all like some crazy dream come true. Shit! If his friends at school 
could see him now. It was fucking unbelievable. This girl, this wild crazy 
woman, was fantastically sexy, and he could feel a strong tingling sensation 
ripple across his skin as he eagerly watched her jerking and swaying body. 
Then suddenly she moved toward him again, and, thrusting her hips back and 
forth at him in time to the music, lifted her hands and brushed them lightly 
over her full ripe breasts. He felt his cock begin to pulse in the crotch of 
his trunks and slowly swell to hardness. He was trembling all over and he 
lifted his glass again to drain off the remainder of the scotch in one 
breathless drunk. Wow! he was getting really drunk. He'd never had much 
alcohol before in his life! 

Then the gyrating redhead parted her sensuous lips and blew him a kiss as 
she reached far up behind on her back and unhooked the fastening of her 
bikini halter, shrugging out of the flimsy garment with a quick movement of 
her shoulders that almost seemed to be an integral part of the wild dance. 
The luscious full globes of her breast fell free and bobbled in mad 
syncopation to her rhythm-like white neon in contrast to the deeply tanned 
surface of the rest of her lovely body. Christ! Billy Russell felt like the 
luckiest fourteen-year-old kid in the world! 

Now the rock beat became louder, taking on an even more primitively 
insistent beat, and her whole body began to move in fierce and total motion. 
Her hips responded to the twists and turns of her knees, her belly jerked 
and thrust after her hips, and her shoulders now rocked and rolled. Her 
golden flesh quivered and her rippling female muscles played teasingly 
beneath her skin like a fish. Billy was nearly crazy with desire for her, 
his cock now jerking violently and oozing semen that formed a wide, 
spreading stain on the front of his swimming trunks. 

Suddenly the record ended and she glided over to him with a provocative 
smile on her delicately featured face. She slipped her arm around his waist 
and raised her face to kiss him fully on his mouth. Her lips were lush and 
wet and her red tongue pushed unexpectedly between his teeth, probing and 
swirling maddeningly along his tongue. After a moment he pulled himself away 
from her and she smiled up at him mockingly. 

"What's the matter, kid? Say, why don't you just have another sip of this 
drink to help you relax and enjoy yourself," she said with a mixture of 
sympathy and challenge in her tone. 

"Yeah - yeah, maybe I'd better," Billy said shakily, both of his hands 
trembling so much that the ice made a clinking sound against the inside of 
the still full drink, she had prepared for him. His brain was afire, his 
thoughts a quandary of sheer lust, and yet uncertainty because of his 
inexperience, about whether or not to follow his natural instincts with this 
goddamn sexy woman who wanted to introduce him to the wonders of love. 

"Here, Billy baby, have a sip," she said passing him the glass. He took a 
long swig, hoping to steady himself a little. Then she turned to him, 
staring seductively and directly into his eyes as she reached down to trace 
her fingernail along the waistline of his swim shorts. The touch of it felt 
thin and light against his skin and he shivered involuntarily. Then she 
leaned against him and he could feel the softness of her naked white breasts 
pressed firmly into his own bare chest. They were warm and slightly slippery 
with her female sweat and he ached to take them in his hands, to finger the 
hard bud-like nipples that were digging into the flesh of his firm chest. 
His nostrils were full of the thick animal scent of her, causing an 
overwhelming craving to spread throughout his young, smooth body and ignite 
his nerve endings. 

Her fingers reached further down to the pulsing bulge filling his brief swim 
trunks, running her fingertips lightly along his penile length and then 
cupping his passion-swollen testicles in the palm of her small hand like 
fabric-encased pods of fruit. Billy's temple was beating with the force of 
his excitement and need for her. 

God, he thought dazedly, what an initiation! The chick really knows her 
stuff, going about it with a torturously methodical skill, urging, 
beckoning, tempting him to possess her wildly and completely like a bitch in 
heat. 

Suddenly all his hesitation and worry about his inexperience fell away. 
Everything ... only this maleness and the erotic pulsations thumping in his 
groin were important at the moment, launching him forward to the beginnings 
of boldness, his anticipation arching in him like a suddenly drawn bow. 

At last, no longer able to restrain himself from touching her, he moved his 
hands around from behind her and reached down to clutch her barely covered 
buttocks, massaging the soft, pliant flesh gently. She gave out a tiny moan 
and pressed herself even closer to him, still expertly fondling the softness 
of his testicles under the swim shorts to lure him on. They remained 
standing there, pressed firmly together, growing more and more aroused, 
until suddenly she backed away a few steps and grinned up at him with a 
playful, but passionate expression on her face. 

"Hey, lover, are you going to wait all day? Come on, let's get out of these 
silly clothes," she said teasingly, but with eagerness in her voice. She 
hooked her thumbs on each side of the top of her bikini pants and pulled 
them down, wiggling as she drew them over her curving rounded hips and let 
them fall to her slim ankles, kicking them off then with the toes of her 
left foot. Billy's face flushed slightly as his eyes locked on Tricia 
Logan's thrilling rich body, tanned golden all over except for the creamy 
white skin of her breasts and a narrow line of soft ivory flesh across her 
pubic region that circled around her full rounded hips. 

"Jesus, you're beautiful," Billy said with admiration. 

"I'm glad you like me," she smiled coyly, fully aware of the effect that her 
naked body was having on the fourteen year old boy. Then, the red-haired 
woman did a slow pirouette before him, modeling herself like a harem girl, 
and turned to walk directly to the large waterbed in the center of the room. 
She lay down on her back in the exact middle of it and spread her arms and 
legs out in a kind of crucifixion position. She looked over at him and gave 
a sensuous, inviting smile without a word. 

Billy's youthfully handsome face registered his amazement and he sucked in 
his breath slightly from the sudden new surge of excitement he felt at the 
sight of the shameless pose she had taken for him. His eyes roved over the 
savory naked contours of her body stretched out in waiting for him. It was 
hard to settle his gaze on any particular part of her and his eyes flitted 
from the high-set round breasts that were so close together that there was 
only room left for the narrowest of valleys between their magnificent 
firmness. It seemed miraculous to him that, even though they were large for 
her size, they rose up proudly from her supine position. The lovely white 
mounds reminded him for a moment of his mother's beautiful breasts, which 
were a little. larger and almost as wonderfully rounded to perfection. 

His eyes flickered then to the symmetrical ivory sweep of Mrs. Logan's hips 
and between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft 
pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit 
glistening wetly in the sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window. 
She was obviously taking pleasure in his excitement at seeing her there, 
lying in such licentiously willing readiness, and squirmed her buttocks a 
little, enjoying the power she was holding over him by the lewd exhibition 
of her body. 

"Oh-God!" Billy moaned, hopelessly aroused, pulling down his swim trunks 
where he stood. It took but a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor 
where he left them lying and walked over to stand above the older woman on 
the waterbed. He looked down at her spread and vulnerable form, his long, 
slim boyish penis jutting out rigidly into the air and with a small shiny 
pearl of semen seeping from the tip of the head. 

"Aaah, honey, that's very nice," she said throatily, looking up directly at 
his hardness appreciatively. "I see that you're all ready to play a little. 
Come on down here beside me on the bed and we'll get cozy." 

Billy needed no further urging and climbed immediately onto the bed, laying 
full length beside her, stretching his long, lean smooth body out and 
pressing it tightly against her warmness. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned under her breath, "you feel good, but now roll over on 
your back and I'll give you a party that'll be like nothing you've ever 
experienced." 

With no further thought to his awkward innocence, he rolled over without 
hesitation and watched the woman reach down with her delicate right hand to 
grasp the slender hardness of his stiff penis. She began to stroke and 
massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her slender 
fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in 
her palm. He groaned and gritted his teeth at her tender ministrations on 
his cock and testicles. 

"Oh, what a beautiful young cock you have," she said, giving him a harder 
squeeze as if to emphasize her meaning. And then she gently let go of him, 
her hand hovering nearby. 

"Nooooo, don't stop," he moaned, and she squeezed a little harder, sending 
shivers up and down the length of his spine. "Please, keep doing it!" 

"Don't worry baby," Tricia Logan murmured softly as she continued the gentle 
stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the length of his boyishly erect 
penis. 

When she seemed thoroughly satisfied that he was fully prepared, she raised 
herself to a sitting position and moved slowly down his leanly tapered body, 
leaning over to trail the soft moistness of her red wet lips across the 
solid flatness of his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his 
prick, its inflated tip reaching yearningly up toward the high ceiling. 

Then, with one smooth shift of her body, she was hovering on her hands and 
knees with her lovely face poised just above his loins until he could feel 
the hot air of her breath blowing down on him. He swallowed deeply as she 
hunched there, stroking his throbbing hardness with both hands now at the 
same time, pursing her lips to lave it with her heated breath. 

Suddenly he moaned and bucked his loins upward involuntarily as the 
delicious warmth of her open lips closed over the sensitive, blood-swollen 
glans of his prick. He moaned louder and reached down to tangle his hands 
tightly in her long hair, guiding the rhythm of her bobbing head below. 

God, how he had dreamed of this! 

He lifted his head a little from the bed to watch the girl's contorted face, 
her lips stretched wide with the hardness of his aching cock buried in her 
mouth. She sensed his increasing excitement and twirled her tongue 
tantalizingly around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head. She began to 
suck harder and he turned his head to gaze into the small mirror close by on 
the wall for a better view of the strange woman's face as his hard shaft 
began to saw rhythmically in and out of the ovalled mouth. 

Just the sight of it caused his loins to tense more and jerk up into her 
face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were ramming the 
full length of it halfway down her slender throat. Practically all of it 
seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a short stretch 
of it showed glistening and white protruding from between her distended 
lips. It was gorged with his fiery blood, a pulsating shaft like a creature 
with its own existence and needs that he could not deny. 

Mrs. Logan's expert tongue, with a nerve-tingling swipe on the out-stroke, 
was making the cock-head jerk and throb as if a live heart were beating 
inside it. The impassioned young boy was completely hypnotized by the 
obscene sight in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out 
grotesquely and clinging to the hardness of his cock as she sucked hungrily, 
her entire being focused on the labor of giving him pleasure. Her full firm 
breasts danced and swayed below her rocking torso and the sight of it 
incited him all the more. 

"Keep on, keep on," he hissed through clenched teeth, dropping his head back 
heavily on the waterbed and thinking something he found very weird indeed. 

In the middle of all this the image had come into his mind of his own mother 
sucking his dick! Jesus, it was a crazy obsession, and he tried now to push 
the thought from his head, but the idea of it had fired him on even more and 
he grunted as he thrust up hard into Tricia's mouth. 

"Suck harder, faster, goddamit," he snarled down at the woman slaving over 
his loins. 

Her body was starting to gleam from the sheen of sweat forming over her skin 
and he began to enjoy the vision of her kneeling subservient position along 
with the tremendous physical thrill. He felt a strong pressure building up 
to a pitch in his balls and he knew that it would not be long now. His cock 
felt like it was ready to explode and spew his hot sperm in all directions 
in the room. He thrust his hips up boldly into her face and heard a sudden 
mumble of protest from her as his blood-hardened prick bludgeoned far into 
the wet, saliva-filled cavern, banging back against her throat. But he 
heeded nothing but his quest to end this exquisite torture that was growing, 
growing, growing, mounting toward the peak of ecstasy. 

Suddenly he felt a great quaking in his bulging balls as they erupted and 
the white hot stream of his cum raced wildly up the length of his plunging 
cock. He bared his lips back over his teeth and gasped as though the event 
were excruciating torture. His shaft began a sudden wild staccato jerking 
and without warning flooded the lovely woman's greedily sucking mouth with 
.burst after burst of the hot sticky sperm, bloating her dainty cheeks 
outward with each bullet-like spurt so that she had to keep swallowing or 
choke. 

"Suck, suck, I'm still cumming!" he groaned as he tightened his hands in her 
hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into 
her mouth and down into her throat. 

The naked woman kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot his lewd sperm 
into her, filling her, until he withdrew himself all the way out of her 
mouth for one final thrust, but missed her moist lips by a fraction of an 
inch when he rammed forward again. One last long squirt of cum smeared along 
her upper lip and on her left cheek where the blunt head of his prick 
collided on her face by mistake. But she was not phased in the least and 
knelt even lower to seize the base of him with both hands to guide it back 
into her mouth, and devour every last drop of the youth's precious fluid. 

Little by little, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth and Billy sighed 
with relief as he flung out his arms to either side of him in happy 
exhaustion. Tricia lay there for another moment nibbling softly at the now 
limp and spent cock. At last she lifted her head and he slipped out of her 
lips with a slight little slurping sound that only she could bear. 

She crawled up alongside Billy's prostrate form then and sat back on her 
haunches about six inches from his head, smiling down at him with a look of 
openly immodest pride on her face for the skillful performance she had given 
to satisfy him. Although he was drained temporarily of strength, it excited 
him even so to gaze up at her and see his wetly glistening cum still smeared 
on her sensual womanly face and running in sticky white rivulets down her 
soft cheek, dripping obscenely in thick droplets from her small pointed chin 
down onto her succulent ripe breasts. He saw her flick out her long tongue 
and swipe up as much as she could of the cooling liquid from the area around 
her mouth, savoring it before she swallowed it. 

He looked at her and wondered again about her husband, then found the nerve 
to ask her about him. 

"Well, you know," she said thoughtfully, "he's an older man - and once in a 
while I get bored and kind of restless, you know. But he knows about it and 
if he doesn't approve exactly, he doesn't object either." She glanced at the 
boy who had a worried look on his face and guessing what. was on his mind 
she added, "But don't get me wrong, I don't just let anyone ball me ... I 
like nice young boys like you." 

Billy felt really flattered, and he grinned, rising to his elbows. 

"Well, I've gotta tell you that you were really great ... The - the best 
time I ever had." 

"Thanks, honey, but don't think you're finished yet. You've still got some 
unfinished business," she said as she leaned forward and with one hand 
cupped her breast within mere inches of the fourteen year old boy's face, 
kneading it like some Greek goddess preparing a feast offering to please a 
mere mortal. Billy reached out and cupped the snowy ripe orb of flesh and 
rolled the pink hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending small 
pinpricks of electric feeling through the tips and causing the redhead to 
moan softly. She rose to her knees then, without losing his hand, and 
crawled carefully to a point just above his right shoulder. His hand ground 
harder into her breast as he began to understand what she had in mind, that 
she was moving into position so that she could lie on her back near his 
upper body ... and if he turned around he would be directly above her hips. 
The boldness she exhibited stimulated him to fresh desire and he gave a 
sudden hard pinch of the soft rubbery nipple that sent a flash of pain and 
pleasure shooting through her alerted nerves. 

"Hurry, honey, hurry up and eat my pussy," she urged, lying down flat on her 
back and opening her sun-bronzed legs to grant him access to her wanting 
vagina. 

Holy shit, the young boy thought, unable to believe his luck in being 
seduced by this wanton and uninhibited beauty. 

Needing no further prompting, he twisted fully around to crouch over her 
exposed genitals, lowering himself to his elbows to plant a series of little 
kisses on the naked flesh of her tummy. The blissful wet contact sent chills 
racing through her and she automatically reached forward with her hands to 
tangle them in his hair to pull his face down lower to the "V" of her groin. 

He was only too willing to accommodate the urgency of her lusty need and 
placed his hands just below her pubic mound, spreading the silky dark brown 
hair with his thumbs and darting out his tongue like a lizard into the moist 
little slit of her ravenous vagina. 

Tricia writhed and squirmed from the sudden tingling contact with the erect 
bud of her clitoris, spreading her thighs wider and drawing them back moreto 
provide him a full view of her open pussy. His senses afire again, he 
clamped his sweating palms against the satiny insides of her thighs and 
dropped down flat on his stomach between her widespread legs to flick out 
his spearing tongue like a wet electric probe. The pink moist flesh of her 
naked vagina was presented up to him in willing sacrifice and he drew back 
slightly to relish the sight of her obscenely spread cuntal lips. 

As though he were an innocent young schoolboy changed into a fiend, Billy 
circled his tongue around his lips slowly in preparation for an unnatural 
ravishment. He renewed his grip in the tender skin of her inner thighs and 
drew apart the soft hair-lined flanges of her pussy with the tips of his 
fingers. Then, with a slow torturing outward pull, he drew the ragged pink 
lips slowly apart and exposed the pink wet slit of her vagina to his 
voracious gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with a husky 
moan he dropped his face down again and buried the entire length of his long 
slippery tongue deep into the throbbing warmth of her cuntal passage, 
causing her to give out a little cry and lift her buttocks up to receive 
him. 

"Oooooo, baby, ooooh!" the lust-crazed woman whimpered beneath him. 

She raised her head up off the rug to look down between her thighs and watch 
in ecstatic delight what was happening to her, her passion completely 
undisguised as she saw his handsome face rocking up and down between her 
legs, feasting on her excitedly secreting female juices. 

"Wow, oh wooooow," she chanted aloud, her head flailing from side to side, 
her dark hair flowing and shining as his tongue snaked in and out of the wet 
swollen lips of her pussy. 

This was what she loved, needed, and she basked in the heady currents of 
pleasure that pulsed deep down in her belly and coursed from her arms to the 
back of her neck and finally centered in the tips of her firm rounded 
breasts like needles. 

Billy's hands reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and 
dug harshly into the soft resilient globes, his fingers tweaking the 
achingly hard nipples between them in unrelenting fury. He labored in 
slobbering subjugation as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between 
the wide-spl?yed lips of her hungry cunt, his eyes wide open and rolling 
crazily as he watched with arrogant male pride the seemingly agonized 
contortions of her lovely young face. 

She was his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy like a rutting bitch, 
and his newly found male confidence was working now at full power. 

His eyes remained locked on her face, his gaze never leaving what he saw 
through the jiggling white mounds of her breasts as he worked on her. Then 
he lowered his hands again and pried the moist lips of her pussy apart so 
that his lancing tongue could slither farther into her wet throbbing 
passage, deeper and deeper until his lips ached and he thought that the 
roots of the slippery spear would tear loose. 

Suddenly he wanted to bring this wanton woman to the realization that young 
as he was he was the very best fuck she had ever had and he forced her 
thighs open even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so 
that her kneecaps touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the 
whole flat plane of her crotch to his salacious view. 

By God, this would show the sexy bitch that he was no kid when it came to 
sex, he grinned inwardly, and flicked out the tip of his tongue to lick at 
the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist 
crevice of her inflamed vagina. 

Tricia jumped a little from the surprise of the wet searing contact with the 
sensitive rubbery ring of flesh, a long low moan of delight escaping from 
deep in her throat. She clenched her eyes tightly shut in the throes of 
pleasure and her lips bared back over her teeth from the titilating 
sensation it sent racing headlong through every atom of her body. 

"Yes, oooooh, yesssss," she encouraged desperately screwing her buttocks up 
and forward to meet the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her 
tiny puckered rectum. 

He chuckled to himself and answered her pleading with a quick teasing stab 
into the defensively flexing opening of the tight fleshy ring, using both of 
his hands to part the cheeks of her buttocks wider apart. 

"Aaaaaah," Tricia groaned again as tiny goosebumps rose on her heaving 
stomach and full quivering breasts. 

She almost sobbed with ecstasy as her buttocks jerked wildly at the darting 
tongue and sent great tides of delicious sensation through her, flooding her 
brain and every nerve in her body. She untangled one of her hands from his 
hair and dropped it to the throbbing open cavern of her cunt, plunging two 
of her fingers between the swollen lips into the depths of the starving 
passage. The long graceful fingers began to push in and out and set up a 
rhythm in harmony with Billy's hot lancing thrusts into her anal opening. 
Her whole being had burst into a scorching uncontrollable fire that seemed 
to deprive her of sanity, of all shame, of everything but spastic 
abandonment to the wonderful soul-stirring male tongue darting in and out of 
her rectum like a small red hot poker and kept time with her own fingers 
fucking into her pussy. 

Billy, despite his inexperience, was operating on a wholly and primitively 
instinctual level now. And he knew somehow that she was completely his, had 
completely surrendered and was no longer just a bored housewife on the make. 
He thrust his long wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of her vagina 
again, stroking in and out with her fingers as she gyrated her buttocks in a 
frantic hypnotic rhythm against his face. 

Suddenly she began to stiffen and lift her arched back high off the 
waterbed, forcing him to raise his head a little to keep his mouth locked on 
her cunt. He sensed that the nakedly spread woman was approaching her orgasm 
and worked faster to bring her to the grand crest of ultimate sensation. He 
could feel her slender fingers against his tongue as they fucked into the 
throbbing wet walls of her aching pussy in unison. 

Then it happened! 

"Ooooooooaaaaaaahhhhh!" she half-screamed as the paralyzing peak of her 
pleasure seized her body and she flooded his lips and her own fingers with 
the juices of her climax. 

A trickle of warm moisture ran down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks 
and saturated the light brown circle of her anus where his tongue had licked 
and stabbed only a moment before. Billy sucked hard at the parted vaginal 
opening and licked thirstily at the warmly secreting fluid, savoring it like 
a gourmet, until finally she collapsed back flat on the rug and lay panting 
and completely sapped of energy. 

Then, equally exhausted, Billy stretched out beside the contented woman and 
they lay there together totally immersed in the silence of the room, a 
silence broken only by the gradually fainter sounds of their breathing. 

Several moments later Tricia Logan jumped up and crossed the room to gather 
up the pants and halter of her bikini, slipping into them as easily as she 
had discarded them before their torrid session of love-making. Then she 
wheeled around to face Billy with a sweet smile on her face and said: 

"Well, you're quite a little man, quite a remarkable lover ... But you'd 
better get home now to your lovely family." This last statement she 
delivered with a small wicked smile on her sensual red lips. 

"I-I'd like to see you again ... I'd like that a whole lot," the boy said 
quickly, nodding his head up and down to emphasize how sincerely he meant 
it. 

And he really did mean it. Shit! It was the best goddamn time he'd had in 
his whole entire life! And this dark-haired woman had given him the sexual 
experience he'd been yearning for since he reached adolescence. 

"Well, we'll see what happens, honey," she said giving him another one of 
her sweet superior-seeming smiles. 

He had risen from the waterbed and stood now with a dejected, almost pained 
expression on his face as he watched her give her hair a few final pats in 
preparation, he guessed, to face her husband. Billy found himself wondering 
with unreasonable jealousy if the man would make love to her that night. It 
was utterly idiotic, Billy thought to himself, to feel jealous of this 
married woman, a stranger he had known for less than a week! Well, he had 
better things to think of than women! And he had to get home too, or he'd be 
plenty late for dinner and his mother would be asking him too many 
questions. 

"What's wrong, Billy? Are you worrying your mother will read your mind when 
you get home?" Tricia asked, somehow able to see into his thoughts just the 
way he feared his mom would. "Forget it, kid. She'll never know a thing 
unless you make some sort of dumb confession to her ... And if you do that, 
you'll not only let yourself in for a lot of trouble, but you'll sure ruin 
it for me ... and us. Just remember that, Billy." 

The young adolescent stood there in silence, feeling awkward and a trifle 
embarrassed because he was still naked as well as a little, resentful at 
being given advice by a woman! What did she know? She was just a dumb broad, 
but because he was a kid she thought she could act superior. And he watched 
the pretty, red-haired woman walk back across the room and stop just in 
front of where he was standing with his hands hanging down at his sides. 

She stared at him for a moment in silent defiance, seeming to challenge his 
manhood somehow, until suddenly he accepted her unspoken dare and reached 
out to pull her to him with both hands. He encircled her tightly in his 
young arms and ground his mouth down hard against his, feeling a sudden 
spasm of desire in his loins as her sun-browned body pressed against him in 
answering obedience. She felt just as soft and yielding against him as she 
had on the bed and she nestled inside the closeness of his arms as though 
she had been there many times before and knew every angle and contour of 
him, moving her own body so that their flesh and bones fit into place like 
the pieces of a male and female puzzle. He felt his balls begin to ache and 
his prick begin to rise to erection. 

"Wait a minute, baby," Tricia protested as she broke loose from his embrace 
and stepped back. "As much as I'd like to, I just can't stick around and 
play now. I've got to whip up a fancy dinner for my old man. Don't you worry 
now, because we'll get together again ... just as soon as we can." 

"But when ... how soon?" he questioned, a suggestion of doubt detectable in 
the tone of his voice. "If you like me so much, why can't you give me 
something more definite to look forward to?" 

"I just can't, that's all, and you'll just have to believe me when I say 
that I really do want to make it with you again," Tricia said seriously, 
softening her voice as she watched his young penis wilt to softness as a 
result of the adolescent confusion he felt. She knew well what it was like 
to be vulnerable, on the threshold of sexual awakening. 

"See you honey," she said affectionately, and then turned abruptly and 
walked toward the corridor. 

A moment later she was gone and he heard the heavy thud of another door as 
it closed behind her, the sound like a blow to his ego as he stood rooted to 
the same spot, feeling foolishly childish, like a little kid again. 

Slowly the young boy slipped into his swimsuit, then went back to the pool 
to find his clothes, and sadly, in the light of the slowly sinking sun, he 
pulled on his jeans and t-shirt and walked out into the street. He walked 
quickly now, not wanting to be late for dinner, crossing the street, then 
stopping for just an instant to gaze back at the large old mansion. A slight 
sneer twisted his upper lip as he thought bitterly of Tricia's hasty retreat 
just as soon as she had had her sexual fill of him for the afternoon. 

"Fuck her," he growled aloud. "Fuck all broads!" he repeated over and over, 
inexplicable anger welling up in him. 

Fuck his cock-teasing little sister and fuck his mother and all her goddamn 
questions and rules. Fuck the whole goddamn unfair world! 

 Chapter 2 

Billy was unusually silent at dinner, causing concern on the part of his 
parents and burning curiosity in his sister Beth. He hardly touched his food 
and after dinner went up to his room, closed the door, and climbed into bed. 

He had been in bed for about a half hour when he heard a soft knock on his 
door. He ignored it. Damnit! A guy couldn't get any privacy around this 
stupid house. 

Whoever it was knocked again. 

"Go away," grunted Billy. 

Beth whispered loudly: "Billy, it's me. I want to talk to you." 

Aw shit! he thought. That pest never takes no for an answer. "Go away," he 
said, but his tone was less than convincing. 

"Pleeeease, Billy," she implored. 

Shit! That sexy little kid could just twist him around her finger. 

"Okay ... okay. Come on in. But just for a minute." 

Slowly she turned the knob and walked into the moonlit bedroom. She was 
wearing a pair of nylon baby doll pajamas and the anguished teenaged boy 
could see his sister's large firm breasts bobbing underneath the thin 
material. Although only thirteen years old, she had matured early and under 
her pretty and childlike face was the body of a woman. 

"Go get some clothes on, ya dope. Mommy told you not to run around 
half-naked like that," he told her. 

"I have clothes on," she answered, like the little brat he knew she was. 

"Okay ... okay, now what do you want, huh?" 

She looked at him with a sly glint in her eyes. 

"Tell me what you're up to," she whispered. "I saw you talking to Tricia 
Logan at the Sweet Shop the other day ... and I know you've been hanging out 
with her at the mansion ... and," she added slyly, "I know there's all kinds 
of stuff going on there." 

"There's nothing going on there and it's none of your damn business," he 
whispered harshly. "Now get the hell out of my room." 

But Beth could tell that along with anger in her brother Billy's voice was 
something else in his tone compelling her to stay. With her woman-child 
instincts she felt the power she held over him. 

Billy was outwardly angered at his sister and her presence in his bedroom 
now filled him with a mixture of anger and exultation. And he was disturbed 
now by his conflicting impulses. Her budding womanhood made him tingle from 
head to foot, and he watched her with mounting excitement as she paced 
nervously about his room in her flimsy pajamas. He adored the fluid way she 
moved her lush young hips with just a suggestion of roundness as she begged 
him to tell her about his new friend. 

And Beth was aware, just below consciousness, that he was devouring her 
greedily with his eyes while his speech pretended to send her away. She sat 
down beside him on the bed, crossing her thighs and barely concealing under 
the flimsy panties, the mound where her young slender thighs joined 
together. Billy could hardly control his desire to reach out and touch her. 
But it was wrong! Christ! It was a sin! She was his sister! 

"Get out of my room, Beth!" he ordered again, his voice half whisper, half 
moan. 

"When I want to," she said coyly. "You let me stay or I'll tell Mommy where 
you've been." 

Billy was painfully torn now between his burgeoning desire for his little 
sister and his knowledge that it was a terrible sin. Yet he could not take 
his eyes from her young luscious body. Beneath the thin folds of her baby 
doll pajama tops, her firm round breasts fell free, the delicate pink peaks 
of her nipples standing out proudly and perking to a light erection as the 
cool night breeze from the slightly open window caressed them. 

Beth herself felt strangely excited, yet her tender age and total 
inexperience made it impossible for her to be truly aware of what was 
happening. Yet the thirteen year old girl knew instinctively, if not 
consciously, how to play the game between the sexes. 

Beth looked at Billy and saw him leering intently at her, feeling a slight 
flush of embarrassment warm her cheeks due to her skimpy outfit. Even though 
Billy was her brother and she loved him with every atom of her being, she 
knew that something strange was happening now between them and she felt a 
pang of shame at her half-nakedness. The unspoken tension between them grew, 
and Beth stood up and walked to the window to break the spell between them. 

Billy's eyes followed her, focused on the gentle swells of her hips. He 
marveled at the magnificence of her almost bare young body, the soft golden 
triangle of her pubic hair only a tiny shade darker than the long shimmering 
blonde hair cascading down her back and over her narrow shoulders. 
Everything about her, from her pert nose and lush mouth to the almost 
lyrical quality of her velvet-smooth tapering legs, was unbelievably 
arousing to the young boy. 

"I'll give you three to get out of my room," he told her in a desperate 
attempt to break the erotic spell entwining them. 

"And if I don't?" she taunted. 

Billy could take her teasing no more. 

I'll show that little bitch, he thought. 

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm roughly, dragging her down on 
the bed with him. 

"Heeeey! You let go of me, Billy Russell. Let go or I'll call Mommy!" she 
whispered harshly, feeling momentary panic at the rapidly deteriorating 
situation. 

"Shut up," Billy told her, and placed his hand roughly over her mouth. 

The physical contact with his exquisite sister burned through his brain and 
body and he felt his blazing anger and lust melting into tenderness now. As 
if spellbound to each other, the young brother and sister were still for a 
long moment. Then Billy slowly pulled her to him and cushioned his head on 
her breasts, taking one of the soft white spheres in his hand and guiding 
the pinkish-brown nipple to his mouth. He kissed it, carefully at first, 
like a sacred gem, and then began to make gentle teasing swipes with his 
tongue around it that sent swift chills of delicious sensation flitting over 
her innocent skin, her back arching suddenly as she pulled his head down 
against her more firmly, her hand tightening urgently at the back of his 
neck. Delirious with desire, the young boy moved his mouth from one breast 
to the other, feasting on them, kissing and gently nibbling at the tips, as 
his hands slithered down to roam over her smooth satiny tummy and flanks. 

"No, Billy, no!" Beth moaned. "No, we mustn't," she protested, but her newly 
awakened senses gradually began to overwhelm her, momentarily overcoming any 
sense that it was wrong, and she clung to her brother even more tightly with 
both arms, her creamy soft body starting to react for the first time to a 
male's caresses and kisses. 

Then, without warning, one of his hands dropped lower and began to probe 
between her milky white thighs, his fingers insinuating themselves deeper 
between her legs to rest on the hair-lined lips of her virginal vagina. 

"Please, Billy, we mustn't," she whimpered, even though a surprising 
tingling sensation commenced to race through her loins and her breath was 
coming faster. 

"You've teased me one time too many, little sister," he muttered hoarsely, 
and he shifted the weight of his lower body more heavily onto the firmness 
of her upper thigh, inching his head up higher on the bed to murmur 
incoherently in her ear as she felt the bluntness of his long, hard penis 
digging almost painfully into her softness. 

She was on the verge of moving away from him when suddenly one of the 
fingers between her legs slipped just inside the slowly moistening lips of 
her vaginal entrance. The unanticipated intrusion sent a a shock of pain 
running all over her, causing her to stiffen and freeze on the mattress. 

"No, Billy, no ... " she cried. But it was too late for him to stop. 

He rolled off her to his side and placed her small hand on his stiff cock 
with his own fingers wrapping hers around its blood-filled hardness. Despite 
her timidity, she clenched tight, hearing his answering groan of pleasure 
rise from deep in his chest. 

Wow! she marveled inwardly, amazed now by its enormity in her innocent eyes. 
Her fingers tingled with pleasure encircling its pulsing thickness, and she 
wanted to please her brother now. Yet she was also terrified for she knew it 
was wrong to feel this way. 

Choking back her mounting panic, she began to massage the outer skin back 
and forth and up and down the hard shaft. Groaning softly, Billy reached 
back between her legs again, and inserted one slender finger between the wet 
lips almost two inches to the tight young cunt. 

Yet this time it felt different to Beth, and she moaned as well as a wave of 
pleasure overcame her, and without thinking, she relaxed her inner thighs to 
grant him greater access to her as at the same time she increased the speed 
of the strokings of her own hand on his cock. With each stroke she could 
feel Billy's maleness jerking to greater hardness, even though a moment 
before she would not have believed it was possible. What to the young girl 
seemed its imposing thickness caused her to feel somewhat panicked, and her 
rising desire began to fade as she realized the gravity of their actions. 

This couldn't be happening, she thought. This is wrong, very wrong! 

But Billy eased his long lean body on top of her again and, automatically, 
she clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his rock-hard penis 
between them. Like a madman, he struggled frantically to aim it just high 
enough to sink the glistening tip into the opening of his sister's tight, 
clenched vagina but she fought with all her strength against him, squirming 
toward the head of the bed to escape the straining cock. 

"Please, please, Billy, no ... no ... I'm so afraid!" Beth pleaded 
piteously, her eyes filling with tears. "You know it's wrong ... we mustn't 
do it ... we mustn't." 

And suddenly and inexplicably, her pleading struck a responsive chord in 
Billy and he rolled over on his back with a deep sigh, his rock hard young 
penis slowly deflating as he realized the gravity of their actions. 

Brother and sister lay quietly in the dark now staring vacantly at the 
ceiling. Whatever had possessed them to play with temptation like that! 

"Beth, I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice choked with sadness. 

"It's okay, Billy," said the beautiful woman-child, and with a strangely 
mature and worldly sigh, she stood up and tiptoed out of her brother's 
bedroom. 

 Chapter 3 

Bernice Russell, Billy's mother, walked slowly over to the stove and 
returned to the kitchen table with the coffee pot. She poured herself a 
fresh, steaming cup, added sugar and cream, and sipped the comforting warm 
liquid trying to sort out her thoughts. She should have started off her 
housework hours ago, she thought, but the problems in her mind seemed built 
up like a house of cards ready to topple. 

Things were all wrong ... family life was not good. Beginning with her and 
Harvey. She'd been a good wife to him for fifteen years, but the thrill had 
certainly gone out of their marriage. Why, he hardly ever touched her 
anymore. Once a certain spark had been there, but now ... 

Oh dear Lord, she thought. It's all my fault! And then, No! No! She hadn't 
let herself go the way other women her age had. Her breasts were still high 
and taut, her body slender and firm. However, she had never been a sexually 
responsive woman. Perhaps it had been her strict religious upbringing. She 
did not know for sure. But for most of the years of her marriage she had 
pretended passion that wasn't there. 

Lately, though, she had been unable to keep up the pretense. When this 
change first began to happen, Harvey had been patient, thinking that her 
failure to become aroused was only a passing stage. But after several months 
had passed without any discernible change in her bedroom behavior, all 
communication had begun to crumble. She felt panicked now and trapped ... 
afraid she might lose the only man she ever loved. After all, Harvey was 
still young and attractive. Thirty-five was a lot younger for a man than for 
a woman, she knew. But God! The thought of life without him was too terrible 
to entertain. 

The sound of the doorbell rescued her from tumbling deeper into the morass 
of despair. 

She glanced at the kitchen clock. Goodness. Already nine-thirty and she 
hadn't even begun to clean house. She walked to the door, still feeling the 
tremendous weight of her problems on her shoulders. She opened it to find 
Tricia Logan. 

Bernice Russell had met the woman only a few times and knew little about her 
except that rumors were constantly circulating among the residents of their 
town that Mr. Logan was her fifth husband, and that he was extremely wealthy 
and a good twenty years older than she. She had also heard many rumors of 
strange goings on at the large mansion. 

"Hello, Mrs. Russell," Tricia greeted her in a sultry but friendly tone. "I 
hope I'm not interrupting anything by dropping by unannounced, but I'd like 
to get to know you better, especially since we're neighbors, and also I've 
got something you should see, because I know you're a concerned citizen." 

"Yes, of course, come in," Bernice Russell invited, hoping that her troubles 
with her husband did not show in her face. Besides, she was intrigued by 
Tricia's reference to whatever it was she had to show her that was so 
important. 

Bernice swung the door open wider and stepped back as the elegant redhead 
brushed by into the corridor. When Mrs. Russell had led her visitor into the 
living room, she motioned with a wave of her hand toward a comfortable 
armchair. 

"Thanks, but why don't you sit there instead ... I'll sit on the arm next to 
you while I show you what I found less than a block from the school where 
your children go," Tricia suggested, an almost grave look clouding her face 
as she took Bernice's elbow and escorted her to the chair, where she sat 
looking up at the woman before her standing with one hand on her hip and a 
large purse in the other. 

When after a moment Tricia turned her attention to an envelope that she 
withdrew from the bag, Bernice became suddenly aware of just how ravishingly 
sexy the redhead was. She wore a clinging pink sweater that accentuated the 
fullness of her big breasts and a pair of tight bluejeans that promised a 
pair of long, shapely legs. Bernice Russell, married all her life to one 
man, could not help but wonder why such a stunning, seemingly intelligent 
woman had already gone through four husbands. 

"Is what you have to show me in the envelope?" Bernice asked with outward 
calm, attempting to camouflage the strange nervous anxiety that was 
beginning to come over her in the presence of the striking redhead. 

"Yes," Tricia nodded. "I found the envelope on the sidewalk as I was walking 
along on the way to see a friend. It wasn't sealed, so naturally I opened it 
to see if there was anything valuable inside. I was so bowled over by what 
it contained that I just had to show someone around here what's obviously 
happening right near our local junior high school ... it's unnatural! ... 
Anyway, I just didn't know who to turn to or who to tell, and then I 
remembered that you always struck me as such a sensible and concerned 
parent. So I came over right away." 

"For heaven's sake, show me what it is," Bernice said, her curiosity 
brimming over into an expression of undisguised impatience. 

Tricia gave the mother a little smile of apology and put her hand in the 
envelope to draw out a stack of black and white photographs, shoving them 
brusquely forward into Bernice's hand as she sat down on the arm of the 
chair with her shoulders resting back against the upright cushion behind the 
woman's head. 

Bernice's heart skipped a beat and she sucked in her breath as she leaned 
forward in the chair to look down at the top photograph. It was one of a 
woman's face, her mouth in a strained circle around some man's erect penis: 
She sat in silence for a moment with her eyes averted to one side, afraid 
that the sight of the obscene picture might nauseate her to the point of 
vomiting. Never in her sheltered life had she seen a picture like this. 

"Look at it, just look at what she's doing," Tricia said with contempt. "I 
want you to know what kind of people are invading our town, contaminating it 
with filth like this. So look at these carefully, memorize them, because we 
women have to be on guard against this sort of perverted thing ... sex acts 
not at all natural outside of marriage." 

"But what can we do about it?" Bernice questioned. "We don't even know who 
these belong to." 

"Just memorize them," the huge-busted redhead said sharply, "and I'll take 
care of the matter in my own way ... By the way," she added, "I'd like a 
drink of brandy to steady my nerves after all this. That's your bar over 
there, isn't it? Well, you sit right where you are and examine those 
pictures ... our evidence ... and I'll go and fix myself a drink in the 
bar." 

With that, Tricia rose and crossed the room to disappear inside the bar 
without waiting for any comment from Bernice. 

The housewife was intimidated by the other woman's sophisticated aura of 
authority and never thought to question the real intent of the unexpected 
visit. Instead, Bernice followed her instructions and, hardly daring to 
breathe, lowered her gaze carefully to study the photograph of the woman 
sucking the man's penis. She was astonished that she kept from choking on 
the enormous shaft. It was huge, even bigger than her husband Harvey's, and 
her lips were locked on it shamelessly as though they would never let go. A 
tiny ripple of sensation coursed through the attractive mother as she 
realized its size and she chided herself as she wondered what it would be 
like to have something that huge shoved between her thighs. 

As Tricia was still in the bar, Bernice's curiosity again got the best of 
her and she flipped guiltily to the next one, gasping when she saw the same 
woman sitting on a straight-backed chair with her feet flat on the floor and 
her legs spread wide apart. There was a man, a different one this time, 
kneeling between her thighs and Bernice could see clearly that his tongue 
was inserted almost all the way into the pinkly glistening opening between 
the widespread lips of her vagina. It was an obscene sight, something that 
she could never permit herself to submit to, and yet she had to admit that 
just viewing the depraved act was beginning to excite her against her will. 
A slight moistness was spreading between her thighs and she pressed them 
tightly together in an attempt to stop the tiny prickles of unwanted 
pleasure. 

She jerked with surprise as Tricia entered the room suddenly with two 
tumblers of brandy in her hands. Bernice had temporarily forgotten that the 
other woman was even in the house and her face flushed crimson with 
embarrassment as she realized that it was too late to hide the fact that she 
had been poring over the pictures with more than casual interest. 

"Don't be ashamed, dear," Tricia said offhandedly in her sultry voice as she 
handed Bernice one of the tumblers of brandy. "Here, drink this to soothe 
your nerves while you go through the rest of these shocking obscenities. 
I'll just sit here on the arm again and look over your shoulder ... Maybe 
I'll finally recognize one of these fiends." 

"It - it was only that I've never seen anything like this before ... and you 
said I should remember," Bernice stammered sheepishly. 

"Of course, dear. I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way when I 
first looked at them," Tricia consoled. "But get a grip on yourself now and 
we'll try to stand looking at all of them to find out what's infesting our 
community." 

Bernice felt instinctively that something rang untrue about Tricia Logan's 
explanation of how she had found the photographs lying in plain sight on the 
sidewalk. And somehow the sexy-looking redhead's distress over what the 
pictures showed seemed almost as unlikely as her stated purpose in bringing 
them to Bernice, an ordinary housewife whom she had met only a few times. 
Nevertheless, for some reason unknown to her, Bernice was no longer simply 
nervous about Tricia's presence; she was almost frightened by the other 
woman's ability to influence and manipulate her emotionally. The woman 
seemed to be able to see inside her and use what she saw there at will to 
make Bernice believe her ... or at least not dare to disagree openly. 

"Go ahead, look at them," Tricia said curtly, the slight edge in her voice 
startling the beautiful young housewife and making her feel like a naughty 
child who was being justifiably admonished for disobedience. 

"Oh yes, forgive me - I was thinking of something," Bernice automatically 
apologized to the woman leaning just behind her. She took a big swallow of 
brandy to bolster her courage before picking up the stack of pictures from 
her lap. It burned going down her throat but gradually she felt a glow of 
warmth in her stomach that seemed to settle her nerves a little. She looked 
down then at the next one and saw a young girl who looked almost as young as 
her daughter Beth sucking the enormous cock of a hairy man with his face 
buried between the girl's legs. 

"Now what do you think of that?" Tricia asked. "Do you think there are 
people who do that living here?" 

"I - I don't know ... Maybe," Bernice mumbled in reply. 

She was becoming confused and quickly drank the rest of her brandy to ease 
the pressure she felt. She could remember that her husband Harvey, during 
the early years of their marriage, would sometimes try to push her face down 
toward his loins, but she had failed to follow through. She had not even 
known what he really wanted of her. Also, the picture reminded her of 
another time when he had placed soft kisses on the nakedness of her belly 
and then knelt between her open thighs to place more moist kisses on the 
soft flesh and gently curling pubic hair surrounding her vaginal lips. She 
had begged for him to stop, almost screaming out that she hated him for 
trying to submit her to such an evil sin. He had reluctantly moved up over 
her again and taken her in the old normal way, and she had pretended passion 
with the same old dismaying guilt that she felt every time they made love 
... But this picture of such a young girl, she thought changing the flow of 
her mind, this was shocking, disgraceful! ... And so why did these 
photographs work her up to. this intense level of excitement? My God, 
perhaps all these years of her so-called frigidity had as much to do with 
his method of approaching her sexually as with the way she had been brought 
up. 

"You seem fascinated by that particular one," Tricia said insinuatingly, 
after having watched Bernice sit motionless for several minutes. "You know, 
don't you, that a lot of the so-called experts say that there is no such 
thing as an immoral sex act between two people who are willing ... and that 
it is very healthy for teenagers to be sexually active." 

"Yes, I've read about it," Bernice answered as she turned up the next 
photograph. Lewd stirrings of lust churned in her stomach as her eyes locked 
with fascination on the spectacle before her. It was a voluptuous blonde 
this time and she was lying flat on her back with her legs pried wide apart 
by an ugly paunchy man who was standing between them, his large cock planted 
all the way between her uplifted legs. The camera angle showed clearly where 
his thick hard rod disappeared into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her 
vagina. He was in her almost up to the hilt and only a tiny part of it at 
the base was left showing, wet and glistening. The girl's face was contorted 
with the ecstasy of feeling him inside her and Bernice suddenly felt a pang 
of envy ... In all her years of marriage, she had never experienced this 
sort of intense sexual pleasure with Harvey, she thought dolefully, and now 
more than ever she was determined to take some measure, she had no idea 
what, to change the situation. Perhaps a psychiatrist, or a marriage 
counselor, or even one of the workshops she read the university ran for 
frigid women. 

She continued to stare down at the photograph and once more forgot that 
Tricia was sitting back just behind her on the arm of the big chair. Bernice 
had never seen two people having intercourse before, not in pictures or in 
real life, and she was wholly absorbed in how the woman's legs were spread 
oat high in the air by the man's hands grasping her thighs just below both 
of her knees. God, it was exciting! ... There was no denying it! ... The 
beautiful blonde housewife began to squirm down involuntarily against the 
cushion of the chair as she clenched her thighs firmly together again in an 
effort to extinguish the fire mounting mercilessly, growing hotter and 
hotter, deep in her loins and at the erect tips of her gently heaving 
breasts. 

She was totally unaware of the movement behind her when Tricia had 
cautiously slipped her right hand down into the big beach bag on the floor 
next to the chair, slowly withdrawing what appeared to be nothing more than 
a harmless cigarette lighter. The redhead casually placed an unlit cigarette 
between her lips to account for the presence of the lighter she held in her 
hand - just in case the woman seated below her should unexpectedly turn 
around - and then aimed the shiny silver instrument at the profile of 
Bernice's face as she continued to stare down with an almost rapturously 
excited expression at the lewd but thrilling position of the couple in the 
picture. 

Bernice was so engrossed as she shuffled through the obscene photographs 
that she did not hear the tiny metallic clicks as Tricia pressed down again 
and again with her thumb on the ignition lever of the cigarette lighter, 
catching the various expressions of obvious excitement and awe as they 
appeared on the usually nonsexual, housewifely face of her unwitting 
hostess. The cunning redhead zeroed in on the small camera-lighter carefully 
so that the dirty pictures would be included in the shots as well as the 
profile of Bernice's face, for otherwise the results of her efforts would be 
worthless. 

Hah, Tricia chuckled to herself, these were going to be perfect! She could 
hardly wait to rush the exposed film over to her husband Roy, who would 
develop and enlarge these shots of Bernice Russell gazing down passionately 
at the filthy photographs. Roy was an amateur photographer himself and had 
all of the finest equipment to produce detailed black and white glossies. 
Together they had cooked up this cruel scheme to entangle the entire Russell 
family in a web of emotional black mail. Although he was nearing fifty, the 
wealthy man's greedy lust had not dwindled at all with middle age, and he 
enjoyed nothing more than exploiting naive and innocent people to the 
demands of his unbridled lust - especially when the woman had a cool 
exterior under which he knew he could uncover a never-before tapped hot 
streak. And Tricia, whose sexual appetites were voracious and varied, was 
his partner in these schemes. 

And now Tricia wanted to snap one special shot of Bernice that would be 
particularly intimidating when the right time came. She knew there was one 
picture that would do it because of its appropriately lascivious detail and 
because it was entitiled with the caption, "Mother and Son" at the bottom. 
Her observations of and conversations with Billy over the past week had 
inspired her choice of the picture. 

"Wait a minute dear, there's one shot I want you to see before you go on," 
Tricia said crisply, shocking Bernice back to the realization of her 
visitor's presence. "Actually, it's rather amusing and a bit of a relief 
from the filth we've been memorizing together ... to protect ourselves." 

Tricia knew well how involved Bernice had been a minute ago and would 
welcomely accept any face-saving offer now -even one so blatantly absurd as 
the suggestion that the still attractive mother had been actually studying 
the pictures to somehow protect the honor and purity of her family in the 
future. 

"Yes, that would be a relief," Bernice instantly agreed, wishing that the 
empty tumbler next to her had some brandy left in it. She was not used to 
drinking, certainly not in the middle of the morning, but right now she 
needed the dulling effect of alcohol - anything to lessen the pressure of 
the passion and guilt she felt so intensely that she wanted to scream. 

"Ah, yes, here it is," Tricia said as she leaned forward and found the stack 
with one hand as she held the cigarette and lighter behind her in the other 
hand. Leaning back once again, the full-bodied redhead began to laugh 
uproariously, pausing occasionally to insert a caustically humorous remark 
about the couple in the picture. At first Bernice was horrified, then 
suddenly she began to giggle and then burst out laughing too, surprised by 
the sound of it, surprised that she had succumbed and joined the other 
woman's laughter simply to oblige her ... The voluptuous mother really 
believed that the subject was the most shocking thing she had ever seen, and 
yet the image was spellbinding, causing her to laugh to break the unberable 
tension and confusion she felt. 

Bernice had the feeling that she was terribly stupid and that Tricia was 
laughing at her as much as the alleged mother and son locked together on the 
bed, locked nakedly together like animals. 

"I think I've seen enough," Bernice said when Tricia's laughter ended. "I 
can't see how looking at the rest will do any good, and besides, what could 
we really do about this sort of thing anyway?" 

"I told you before, dear, I'll take care of the matter in my own way," 
Tricia said with a tiny sarcastic smile on -her face. "I have a plan." She 
reached down then and took the pile of photographs from Bernice's still 
slightly trembling hands. When she had placed them inside the envelope, 
still smirking as she congratulated herself for the two excellent shots she 
had caught of Mrs. Russell's open laughter at the titled picture, she saw no 
reason to remain there any longer. She had accomplished what she had come 
for and she did not want to risk Roy's having a stroke by making him wait 
too long to get his hands on the film. 

Reaching down beside her to pick up the bag containing the envelope and 
lighter, Tricia rose and stood looking down at Bernice's stiffly tense form 
in the chair. Everything had gone much more easily than she had expected, 
Tricia decided. She had thought that the repressed housewife who was so 
obviously frigid would be more of a challenge. The poor woman must be either 
stupid or incredibly gullible to swallow without any real resistance the 
story about the dirty pictures and all the rest ... But Billy Russell's 
voluptuously built mother was certain not incapable of feeling sexual fire, 
Tricia mused; for awhile she had wondered if the woman might just have an 
orgasm at the result of seeing other people fucking and sucking each other. 

"Oh, are you leaving?" Bernice asked, her voice trembling somewhat, from the 
shock of what she'd been seeing and feeling. 

"I guess I might as well, Mrs. Russell, if you're not really willing to help 
me with my plan," Tricia said with a sly smile, enjoying this parting twist 
of the other woman's emotions. 

"I - I'm really very sorry, Mrs. Logan, but ... but please understand," 

Bernice apologized, "I hope your plan works, I really do, but I'd be so 
ashamed if anyone knew that I'd even looked at actual photographs of people 
doing ... posing like that in front of a camera." 

"Anyone? Not even your husband?" Tricia persisted, hoping to drive in a 
solid fear of the possibility. She was well aware of the sexual frustration 
that her longsuffering husband must feel and guessed that she had been 
sexually unresponsive all these years, causing a strong assault on Harvey 
Russell's sense of masculinity. Certainly, after Billy described his 
parents' lack of communication, she was sure it was so. 

"Heavens, no!" Bernice exclaimed. "Please, please don't let anyone else know 
about this afternoon." 

"I'll be seeing you, then," Tricia said airily as she walked toward the 
front corridor, turning to wave goodbye to Bernice before disappearing. 

"Thank God," Bernice breathed with relief at the sound of the door closing. 
She fell back in the same chair, feeling utterly drained after her 
nerve-shattering encounter with Tricia Logan and looking at the lewd 
pictures. She closed her eyes, then squeezed them tightly together to get 
rid of the obscene images that played now in her brain. But it didn't work. 
And as she cleaned the house that morning, going through her normal routine, 
she could not rid herself of the images in her mind or the growing 
excitement between her legs. 

 Chapter 4 

It was beginning to seem to Bernice Russell that life was getting more and 
more out of hand, harder to understand ... even painful. Lord knows what had 
gotten into the children, but Bill and Beth teased and taunted each other 
worse than ever. Billy was becoming secretive, coming home late for supper 
after spending his afternoons she knew not where, hardly touching his meals, 
then retreating alone to his room. And Beth too was impossible. She insisted 
on wearing her skirts far shorter than Mrs. Russell would have thought 
proper. She would hem them an inch or two above the knee, but after leaving 
the house, she knew Beth rolled her skirt up at the waist until all her 
thigh was showing. And the well developed young girl was refusing now to 
wear a bra. She said it wasn't fashionable, and would leave the house in 
little T-shirts revealing almost fully her large firm young breasts. And 
Harvey, her husband, was the biggest problem of all. God! She worried maybe 
he was having an affair. He was no longer cold and nasty to her. On the 
contrary, he was all sweetness and politeness on the surface. And as they 
climbed into bed at night he would give her a little peck on the lips and 
turn to go to sleep. He never even tried to touch her anymore. After Mrs. 
Logan had showed her those disgusting pictures, she had been sexually 
aroused all day, hoping that for the first time, she could bring that 
excitement to bed and end the cold, frigid years as if by a miracle. But 
that night Harvey turned from her and fell asleep, and she had not the 
confidence of a seuxally assured woman to make the first move. 

She was sipping her morning coffee in the kitchen, wondering when and if 
things in her family would ever change, when she saw Tricia Logan mount the 
steps to her porch. As she hurriedly went to answer the bell, Bernice 
wondered anxiously why the woman was returning. It had seemed since she 
brought those pictures the first time, that everything in her family life 
had taken an extreme turn for the worse. And so the attractive but naive 
housewife summoned up what she hoped was an appropriate smile and threw open 
the door to face the unwanted visitor. 

A few minutes later, after an exchange of strained cordialities in the 
hallway, the two women sat across from each other at the kitchen table with 
a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of each of them. 

"Well, Bernice, I can't see any reason to beat around the bush," Tricia 
finally said as she ominously cleared her throat like a judge about to hand 
out a long sentence. 

"Are you going to bring out those terrible photographs again," Bernice asked 
fearfully. "Well, I don't want any part of this and if that's what you're 
here about I'll have to ask you to leave." 

"Now, now, Mrs. Russell," she said. "I certainly do have some more photos, 
but I know you will be particularly interested in these." 

"I don't want to see anymore pictures," Bernice answered angrily. 

"You'll want to see these," Tricia said quickly as she held up a small 
bundle of photographs. "After all, you're the star in this set." 

"W-what are you talking about?" 

Tricia pushed the tiny bundle of photographs over the table toward the 
distressed woman. 

"Wh-what are these?" Bernice stammered, her voice weakening in uncertainty 
as she picked up the bundle and began to loosen the thin string around it. 

"They're the shots that I took of you the other day with a special camera," 
Tricia explained, "when you got all hot and bothered from just looking at 
the filthy picture I showed you. It's visible evidence to show your husband 
what kind of filthy tramp you really are!" 

"W-what ... this is unbelievable! Why are you doing this to me?" Bernice 
half sobbed as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness crumbled her 
resistance little by little, making it seem futile to even try to defend 
herself against the awful accusations and lies. 

"Because ... " Tricia stopped short. "Well, you'll hate me for it now, and 
thank me for it later," she finally said, mysteriously. 

The words meant nothing to Bernice, who groaned to herself as she glimpsed 
with horror the first few shots of her that Tricia Logan had snapped on the 
sly the day before. The voluptuous housewife could see that her face was in 
profile and that her features were clearly recognizable, but worst of all, 
it would be easy for anyone to tell at a glance that she had been deeply 
aroused by the obscene photographs shown in her hand as she gazed down at 
them. Even the models in them had been caught in graphic detail by the 
camera that she had never even been aware of. 

"I think your husband would be interested in the one coming up next," Tricia 
chuckled with implied irony. "Maybe Billy would like to see it too. It's the 
shot of you laughing at the mother and son coupled on the bed ... Your 
frustrated husband would just love to see in black and white how funny you 
think it is for a mother to fuck her own son. He might even think you laugh 
at him while you just lie there under him thinking of your own son!" 

Never in her life had she heard such obscenity. It was horrible, hideous. 
Bernice's hands trembled almost out of control as she stared at the picture 
of her seeming to laugh hilariously at the photograph with "Mother and Son" 
in clear white letters at the bottom. This could not be happening to her, 
but it was! Tricia Logan glaring at her across the disgusting photos on her 
familiar kitchen table ... it was all hideously real, though, and was 
happening at this moment! It was a nightmare but she was actually living it 
right now at her own kitchen table! Why in God's name was she being tortured 
in this way? She did not know, but for some reason this woman wanted to make 
her suffer, to completely destroy her very soul. Even more horrifying than 
her wicked motives, whatever they were, was the fact that she could see no 
way out. The odds against her seemed too great at the moment. 

"Answer me, Mrs. Russell! Wouldn't Harvey and Billy ... even young Beth ... 
find the pictures of you interesting? Especially the one that shows you 
laughing?" Tricia taunted. Jesus, she thought, this woman was so naive that 
it was a delight to crucify her this way. It was a temptation to prod the 
woman more and enslave her then and there. But no, she did not dare spoil 
everything by going too far. Her splendid scheme had worked beautifully and 
she could not risk pushing the woman over the edge - beyond fear - as it 
might deprive them all of the greater things in store. 

Bernice sat stupified, unable to speak from the sheer force of her terror 
and shock. Suddenly, Tricia rose from her seat and stepped forward to place 
her hand consolingly on the exquisite housewife's quivering shoulder. , 

"Do you have anything to say?" Tricia asked, less harshly, as she stood over 
Bernice's chair. "Don't you want to tell me how you're going to explain 
yourself before we present Harvey with all the evidence we have against 
you?" 

"Oh, dear God, what can I do?" Bernice sobbed as she dropped her head into 
her hands like a child. "P-please, please," she blubbered into her upturned 
palms, "don't tell him. I beg you ... I'd do anything to keep him from 
seeing these." 

Tricia smiled at-her success, gloating, and said: "Well, it's really very 
simple. We're having a party tomorrow evening starting at eight o'clock ... 
I'll make you a deal. You bring your husband and two children and ... who 
knows ... maybe we'll be able to work something out." 

"My ch-children ... What do they have to do with - with this!" she asked 
fearfully. 

Mrs Logan shook her head back and forth. "Just do as I say and you've 
nothing to worry about." Tricia stood up and started toward the front door. 
"Incidentally," she said, "you may keep those pictures of you, because we've 
got two more complete sets safely tucked away one for your husband and one 
for the newspapers if it comes to that ... Bye now. We'll expect you at the 
party around eight then." 

A moment afterwards Bernice was completely alone again with her fear and the 
problem of how to cope with the hideous threats that had been heaped on her 
out of the blue. 

Taking her children to the party? What kind of a party would it be? But the 
consequences of not following instructions was so hideous she knew she would 
acquiesce to the redheaded woman's request. 

 Chapter 5 

"Billy, you're not going to a party at the Logan mansion in those filthy 
blue-jeans, are you?" Bernice Russell asked her son angrily. It was a relief 
to put her nervous energy into dealing with familiar old problems. 

"Aw, you gotta be kidding, Ma?" he moaned. Shit! If his mother could have 
seen him stark naked licking Mrs. Logan's cunt, she wouldn't ask such a 
stupid question now. 

Just then Beth walked into the living room wearing a tight white turtleneck 
sweater and a plaid skirt. God! she's beautiful, Bill thought. But Harvey 
Russell, the girl's father, was shocked. Christ! How could a young girl walk 
around with her tits sticking out of a sweater like that. It was revolting, 
he told himself, and quickly repressed the thought that the sight of his 
daughter's high full breasts was sexually exciting to him. "Go put on some 
underwear," he said to her gruffly, to mask his forbidden attraction. 

"Oh, Daddy," Beth sighed, "nobody wears a bra anymore!" 

"Let's get going," Bernice finally said. She couldn't risk a family battle 
that would keep them from the party. So the four of them piled into the 
family station wagon and drove the few blocks to the Logan mansion. 

As they drew alongside the curb in front of the imposing building, the sound 
of rock music penetrated the air. 

Harvey grew concerned. There was something about the atmospohere around the 
house and the mood of the people milling about outside, that felt "off" to 
him. But he couldn't put his finger on it. "You think we should be taking 
the children here?" he whispered to his wife. "What the hell kind of a place 
is this?" 

Bernice Russell knew too well what the consequences would be if they didn't. 
"Don't worry, dear," was all she said, and then they were at the front door 
being greeted by Tricia Logan, who charmingly ushered them inside. 

"I'm so glad you could all come," she said with that peculiarly knowing 
smile. "Follow me." 

And she led them through the living room, which was already filled with 
wildly gyrating dancers, and into the bar. 

"Nick," she greeted the bartender, "give my friends the house special." 

"Sure thing, Mrs. Logan," the bartender winked back. And reached behind the 
counter for a smoky glass bottle with no label. Then he poured out four 
glasses of golden liqueur from the mysterious container. 

"Hey," Tricia asked, "what about little old me?" And so the bartender 
agreeably poured another glass. "To love and freedom," the redhead toasted. 

"Wait just one minute," said Harvey angrily. "I don't want my kids drinking 
any alcoholic beverages." And he looked to his wife for support. Bernice 
felt a terrible conflict. She didn't want her children drinking either, but 
she was terrified of the results of displeasing Tricia Logan. And after all, 
one little drink was okay. She had even read somewhere that it was better 
for teenagers to be allowed to taste liquor so that it wouldn't seem so 
special, than to deny it so that it would be more desirable to them. 

"Oh, dear," she said hesitantly, "I think maybe just this once it would be 
okay." 

"All right, all right," Harvey muttered. He was so tired of fighting with 
his family. And so the four Russells downed the harmless-looking golden 
liqueur, that quickly warmed their bellies and began its sensual and 
relaxing effect. They had just downed healthy doses of Roy Logan's specially 
and illegally imported African aphrodesiac, and without realizing what was 
happening, the family group began to split apart. Tricia slipped her arm 
into Harvey's and led him off to meet a friend of hers. Billy, hot to dance, 
had found a young girl with long platinum blonde hair and was dancing wildly 
with her in the living room. Beth had been engaged in conversation by the 
heavy-set, balding Mr. Logan, and Bernice, overcome with confusion and mixed 
feelings, found a seat in a corner of the living room, and proceeded to 
watch the partiers. A few moments after she had sat down, her slightly 
glazed eyes caught sight of a gray-haired man in his late fifties with a 
slender girl half his age in a nearby corner of the room. They were 
stretched out on top of a pile of bright colored pillows with their arms 
around each other. She saw the man's knee moving rhythmically between the 
young woman's legs, forcing them apart as he dropped his hand to raise the 
skirt of her green semi-formal gown higher and exposing most of her thighs. 

And despite herself, Bernice felt a warm burning sensation rising up from 
between her thighs. She crossed her legs to ward off the feeling, thinking 
she should find her children and take them home. But she was unable to move, 
captivated because of the liqueur by the hypnotic movements of the dancing 
bodies before her. 

And Beth, through her liqueur-dazed young mind, realized Mr. Logan was 
saying he wanted to show her something in his study, and she followed him as 
he led her up the polished mahogany staircase to his study. 

She gazed around in awe at the luxurious room after he had seated her on a 
wide couch of rich black leather and turned back to the door to lock it. 

"Just so we won't be disturbed," he explained as he deposited the key in his 
pocket and went to the shelf where two glasses were sparkling side by side 
where they had been placed on a white linen napkin. She watched him open the 
cabinet just below and bring up an almost full bottle of the same liqueur 
she and her family had sipped downstairs at the party. She was surprised now 
to see this older man offer her one before he sat down next to her with one 
thigh resting heavily against hers. She felt a light tremor of gooseflesh 
riple over her skin from the contact and shuddered as she lifted the glass 
to her mouth. The sweet liquid tasted good though, and coursed through her 
blood making the teenage girl feel light-headed and relaxed. 

"What did you want to talk to me about, Mr. Logan," she asked innocently. 

"Now, little girl, just be quiet and do what I tell you," Roy Logan replied 
quickly as he reached out to slip his arm around her waist and cup it warmly 
just below her right breast. She jumped a little and tried to run away but 
he grabbed her firmly by the arm. 

"Let go. Leave me alone," she said, frightened now of this older man. But 
his hand held her even tighter. 

"Now, now, . my child," he said in an artificially soothing voice, "why 
don't you just have another sip of that drink ... you liked it didn't you?" 

"Sure," Beth answered, thinking that at least it was a way to stall for 
time. The beautiful woman-child accepted the drink the older man handed her 
and began to sip it slowly, hoping to find a way out of this dreadful 
situation. She thought of crying for help, but she was too timid. And 
although she sipped the drink slowly, before long the glass was empty and 
she felt a warm glow in her tummy, and a strangely thrilling sensation 
spreading over her. 

"This couch is as big as a bed, isn't it?" Roy chuckled softly as he leered 
down at the twin globes of her full ripe young breasts protruding through 
her thin white sweater. 

"Yes," she answered nervously. "Mr. Logan, what did you want to talk to me 
about?" 

"Ahhh, my child. What I want with you is more important than talk," he said 
hoarsely as his eyes continued to rove over the exciting lines of her 
delicious young body, just the thought of what was concealed under the 
sweater causing his prick to jerk to life and slowly begin to rise in the 
crotch of his trousers, filling his jockey shorts with its semi-hardness. 

"Please, what do you want with me?" she asked imploringly, wishing he would 
say something to her and break the overwhelming tension she was feeling. 
God, where were her parents and Billy? How could they leave her alone with 
this terrible man? 

"This is what I want, my child," he breathed, grinning to himself. For a 
secnd a feeling of panic came over the young girl beside him, momentarily 
contorting the lovely features of her innocent young face. God, he thought, 
he could barely wait to touch this incredible blonde child, but he knew that 
he had to hold himself in check and work carefully, while Tricia saw to it 
that her parents and brother were equally well entertained. The bartender 
had winked at Roy so he knew that the rest of the Russell family had 
consumed enough of the powerful African aphrodisiac to insure that a good 
time would be had by all at this party. It had cost him plenty to have a 
two-year supply of the stuff smuggled into this country, Roy remembered, but 
hell, it was the results he always got that made it worth every cent he had 
paid the two men who had delivered the shipment. 

"Please, I want to go back downstairs to my family," Beth pleaded, her own 
voice sounding hazy and far away to her. 

"Don't worry," he said, his voice soft and caressing. "I want to make you 
happy, I want to make you feel good." His mouth watered as he fastened his 
eyes on her lap with the clinging wool of her plaid skirt forming a little 
hollow between her thighs. Her full young breasts pressed tauntingly against 
her tight sweater and Roy's cock jumped to greater hardness at the 
tantalizing sight. 

Suddenly he turned her face toward him harsly with his free hand and planted 
his lips wetly to hers, grinding his mouth against her tightly. She 
whimpered in protest and struggled weakly for a second. God! What if her 
parents walked in and saw this. Man, would she be in trouble. Her panic 
increased as he pulled her closer and moved his arm up from her waist to 
drape it over her shoulder with his hand dangling down and his fingertips 
brushing softly against the swell of her breast. 

Beth's emerging adolescent passions grew hotter, yet she knew she should 
object to the advances of this man. Despite the fact, though, that he was so 
old and fat, there was something about his touch that made her feel oh so 
good. Just the rough contact with his puffy lips sent tiny butterfly-like 
sensations flittering over her nerve ends. Then she felt him press his palm 
warmly on the top of her right breast, his fingers digging gently into the 
softness as he moved his mouth to her ear to exhale the heat of his breath 
against her. She hardly dared to think. The sweet white liqueur was turning 
her young body into a defenseless mass of sensation. The thirteen year old 
girl could not even protest when he boldly inserted his fat hand beneath her 
sweater and cupped her naked breast. She knew vaguely, far in the back of 
her mind, that she should break free ... do something ... scream and fight 
the big man off, except that his hand felt good there. 

Her nipple throbbed maddeningly as he pinched and rolled its erect sensitive 
tip between his fingers. Then he gave a sudden hard squeeze and sent a bolt 
of pain and pleasure down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low 
slurred moan and felt his free hand reach under her knee-length skirt and 
slither up to the soft roundness of her thighs. 

"No, please, Mr. Logan, we mustn't do this," she begged, as at last she 
tried to squirm away from him. But the older man's strength was too much for 
her and she only worsened her position as she struggled. He wormed his beefy 
hand easily between her legs when she lifted her buttocks off the couch in a 
vain attempt to swing herself free from his grasp. Her body stiffened as she 
felt his blunt fingertips massaging and tracing the thin silk crotchband of 
the panties covering her vaginal lips that had become shamelessly moist. 

"Please stop! Stop!" the young girl demanded. "Stop or I'll yell for help!" 
Beth cried, really scared now of the situation that was so rapidly getting 
out of hand. 

"Now, now little girl, I'm not scared of your mother," he said, but withdrew 
his hand from the front of her dress and snickered as he patted her head so 
lightly she realized he was making fun of her. "Or your father or your 
brother," he added, "but I don't want to force you into anything, little 
girl." Then he released her and got to his feet. 

"Looks like you got me so hot little girl, I got my pants wet," he said 
coarsely. Beth's eyes dropped without thinking to his trousers and she 
gulped when she saw his male hardness straining out for freedom, threatening 
to burst through the light summer-weight fabric that his lust had lewdly 
stained with semen. 

"Please don't talk to me like that," she said indignantly as he unlocked the 
door. 

"I'll talk to you any damned way I want to, baby," he hissed maliciously, 
"and you're going to see for yourself why I can in just about a minute ... 
something that'll make you glad to be my friend." 

"I want my mother," Beth was close to tears now. 

"All right then, just follow me," he said slyly. 

She followed him out the door without a word and trailed his massive bulk a 
few steps behind as they walked along the landing. 

"I'll show you something you'll never forget," he said softly as he pointed 
toward the open door of a dark room. She could not help but slow her pace a 
little and look over into the room as she passed. The sound of panting was 
coming from the open door, and the dim lighting along the carpeted 
passageway was just strong enough so that she could make out the vague 
shapes of several couples with their bodies crazily interlaced in a wild 
tangle of naked flesh. Good grief, she grimaced; they were actually all 
together on one bed, making love like animals in a sort of haphazard ring! 
She had never in her young life even imagined people in the midst of a sex 
act as it was now being performed! She couldn't believe her own parents had 
left her alone at a party like this. Where were they and where was Billy? 
She was so scared and wanted to go home! 

"Sure, take a quick look," Roy smirked when he turned to see if the blonde 
teenager was still behind him, and accidentally caught the look of 
astonishment that was on her sweet, flawless face. He walked back to her and 
seized her arm to guide the way to a spot where they could take the best 
advantage of the indirect light filtering into the dusky interior of the 
room. He wanted the innocent girl to stand there for a while, hearing the 
sounds and trying to see the indistinct movements of the wonderful orgy 
taking place inside. It would give her a nice taste of what she would soon 
see farther down the landing as well as a hint of the position she would be 
in not long after that. 

 Chapter 6 

Harvey Russell couldn't believe the incredible party his naive, frigid wife 
had taken him too. It was really wierd, but he sure felt great. Maybe better 
than he'd felt in fifteen years. But where the hell was his wife? She must 
be able to see what's going on! Maybe she had left horrified, and then he'd 
really catch hell when he got home. Christ? Maybe she'd left and gone and 
called the police. But he didn't want to think about that now ... he didn't 
want to think about his wife and children. He pushed the thoughts from his 
head and propped himself up higher on the bed with his elbows for support. 
He wanted the clearest view possible of the two women who hovered over his 
naked young loins below as they treated him to a true banquet of sensual 
pleasure. 

He was more than just glad now that he had come up here anyway, despite the 
nagging fears about the welfare of his family that he was feeling. When 
Bernice told him they were going to dinner at some friends, he had been 
prepared to be fully bored for a long time, but as soon as he drove up in 
front of the Logan mansion he knew this was no ordinary party. They had been 
given that strange drink and then, somehow, he wound up in this room with 
Tricia Logan and her brunette friend, Marjorie. There was little small talk 
before the conversation had changed to sex. At first he had thought it was 
his imagination that both women were "coming on" to him by the way they had 
stood so close and touched him at every opportunity. But then Tricia had 
made a suggestion that all of them sit on the huge bed to be comfortable 
while they talked. 

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with two women at the 
same time?" Tricia asked bluntly. The attractive married man had stumbled at 
first, but finally admitted that, yes, he had wondered. What man had not 
dreamt of it? 

"Take off your clothes, then, and we'll fulfill your dream," the redhead had 
said. When they had all undressed, Marjorie had turned out all the lights 
except for one bright one that illuminated their naked bodies on the bed. 
They had fondled him in turns and sometimes together until his penis had 
risen to full erection, and they had gently pushed him down full-length on 
the bed with his buttocks and back resting comfortably on the mattress. 

"Don't be so greedy, Marjorie, or you'll spoil everything," Tricia warned 
the woman crouched down on all fours over him, mewling and mumbling 
unintelligible sounds around the rock-hard thickness of his cock in her 
mouth. Jesus Christ! This was almost more than he could stand! 

But his intense pleasure suddenly switched to a sense of tormenting loss as 
Marjorie reluctantly lifted her head to release him and squirmed to one side 
a little to allow Tricia enough room to inch forward and have a go at the 
excited father's pulsing rigidity. He watched eagerly as the mature, 
voluptuous redhead moved on her knees to the left of his groin, her hair 
flaming in the brightness of the light as she straightened up and sat back 
on her haunches. He was torn between wanting to devour her magnificent full 
body with his bulging eyes for a moment and the aching need to pull her down 
and thrust his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth. 

Her large ripe breasts almost gleamed with whiteness as she flexed them 
brazenly forward, her back arching like a bow and a little devilish grin on 
her lips. She ran out her red tongue to lick and moisten her lips as she 
slowly lowered herself to glow hot teasing gusts of breath on the throbbing 
blood-filled head of his penis. Her tongue flicked out again from between 
her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the glans. A thin string of 
lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. The Goddamned 
bitch was teasing him! 

He snaked out one hand and wrapped it harshly in Tricia's bright rust-red 
hair, forcing her down to his loins. She strained for a second, the cords in 
her neck standing out, and then sucked the inflamed instrument into her 
mouth. When she began to draw greedily on him, Marjorie lowered herself back 
down to him and nestled his balls in the warm palm of one hand as she ran 
her tongue out to lick featherlike along the thick ridge at the base of his 
hard prick. They worked passionately but methodically on him, causing his 
brain to reel as they slaved to fulfill the dream that he had said every man 
alive had had. 

* * * 

"All right, take it easy and don't make a sound," Roy turned to caution in a 
whisper as he and Beth slipped inside the door into the darkness of the 
foyer. She had no idea whatever was in store for her now and it was so pitch 
black that she forced herself to allow him to lead her by the hand toward 
the faint light she could see at the end of the short passageway. She 
thought she heard a man's groans coming from somewhere up ahead toward the 
watery light and beyond, a sound that for some reason seemed familiar, but 
which eluded conscious recognition in her mind. She wondered for a moment 
where the rest of her family was all this time, and grew quite worried, 
slowing with Roy when they were standing just outside of the entrance to the 
room. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to adjust her vision to the 
light inside as she gazed to where Roy Logan pointed with his finger. 

Good grief, it's Daddy! she gasped. 

And to her amazed horror she saw that the groans were coming from her own 
father! God! Her father! She was so shocked she felt she could hardly 
breathe. He was lying completely naked on a big bed as Tricia Logan and some 
brunette were bent over his loins both at the same time! It was impossible! 
And yet there they were, all three of them, without a stitch of clothes on! 

"Do you know what they're doing, my dear?" Roy whispered in a gleeful tone. 
"They're sucking your father and they're going to make him feel so good that 
he'll shoot off a bigger load in their hot little mouths than ever before." 

It was true, they were doing the disgusting thing that Roy Logan said, Beth 
realized, and she could not believe that the wildly aroused man was her own 
father. Yet she watched spellbound as Tricia's head worked up and down over 
Harvey Russell's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around 
his swollen testicles being rubbed gently by Marjorie's fingertips as she 
cupped the pods in one hand and kissed and licked at the base with her quick 
tongue. 

"Oh, my God," Beth cried softly, turning back away to avoid the painful 
sight and allowing herself to be enfolded in Roy's waiting arms. "They can't 
be ... he shouldn't be ... It's ... awful!" 

The sight was one she had never expected. Small tears brimmed in her eyes 
but she fought them back. Beth tried to gain some control over her raging 
emotions, but the terrible soul-rending sight of her own father's penis 
disappearing into Tricia Logan's hungry, sucking mouth as that other woman 
rubbed and licked at him, was just too much for any normal teenager to bear. 
Even the sounds alone that came from them were lewd and like knives in her - 
wet sucking noises punctuated occasionally by small moans of total 
abandonment to pleasure. And where was her mother? Did she know ... had she 
seen, too? 

Beth wanted to run out of there, to keep running after she got outside, but 
knew that her legs would not support her if she took so much as a single 
step on her own. She burrowed her head further into Mr. Logan's shoulder in 
a vain attempt to 

shut out the horrible sounds - but nothing helped. They came at her almost 
like searchlight beams, searching out her ears and filling the inside of her 
head with their cruel agonizing reality. And yet, Lord, she knew that there 
was nothing she could do to stop it. She could do nothing but stand there in 
Roy Logan's arms and listen in torment while two women made love to her 
father. 

"Watch this," Roy said softly, growing wild with excitement himself again 
just from the sight of the scene on the bed. Shit, the girls were really 
giving the guy a run for his money, he thought, stepping back to force 
Beth's head around for another look at the lewdly locked threesome. 

"Please, don't make me watch ... I can't - I can't." Beth begged with a 
muffled sob. Not heeding her, Roy Logan held her face cruelly in his hands 
as he watched to make certain that she did not close her eyes. 

"Look at them," he commanded harshly. Afraid to antagonize him, Beth made 
her eyes focus on the sight before her again. She heard a deep animal like 
whimper erupt from the brunette and then saw her smile with relief as 
suddenly Tricia lifted her head and grasped her father's cock in one hand to 
bend its stiffness as though offering it toward the wife of the man who had 
brought Beth to witness all this. 

They were taking turns sucking him! 

Beth gasped as she saw the brunette bend over the bulbously glistening tip 
of her father's desire-hardened penis and take it into her mouth. The young 
girl's eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched his throbbing 
length slip slowly up into the wet clasping lips of the woman's mouth, 
making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. Tricia then moved forward toward 
his head and lifted one of her bent legs to straddle his face, lowering her 
moist hair-covered pubic mound until it was less than an inch from his open 
mouth. 

Beth shut her eyes reflexively, unable to stand the sight of the obscene 
spectacle taking place even one second longer. She knew that Roy realized it 
too and felt him guide her slowly back through the darkness to the door. 

"Aaaaahhh, gaaaawwwdddd!" she heard her father groan out behind them as they 
stepped from the foyer into the light of the landing again. 

"Jesus, sounds like your dad just got his nuts off," Roy wheezed as he 
supported the girl at his side. The beautiful blonde thirteen year old 
barely heard him and felt as though she would collapse on the carpeted floor 
of the landing at any moment. She was so emotionally distressed from the 
liqueur and the shocking sight of her father with the pair of women that she 
was hardly conscious of what she was doing or where she was going. Not until 
Roy had led her back into the study again and this time only closed the door 
behind them, not locking it that she began to realize dimly where they were. 
She caught a brief glimpse of her face in a long mirror tilted out from the 
wall above the black leather couch and as she caught sight of her own 
breasts looking so round and firm through her sweater she felt an unwanted 
tingle of excitement course through -her young tender thighs. 

Then Roy Logan's tone changed. He spoke softly to her now, kindly. "Let me 
give you something to make you feel better, honey," he said. "I know it must 
be kind of a shock to you." 

He stood up and got a glass, pouring some of the African liqueur into it. 
Then he handed it to Beth. "Here, sip it slowly and calm yourself down ... 
You know, you shouldn't feel bad. Your father was having a real good time 
and maybe he felt better than he ever did before ... " 

Beth thought for a moment about that. Through the haze of the alcoholic 
aphrodesiac, Mr. Logan's words made a lot of sense. She was deep in thought, 
turning this new idea around in her head, and did not notice when Roy Logan 
moved off to the end of the couch. When she finally looked up and turned her 
eyes toward him, she saw that he stood there completely naked, his thick, 
hard cock jutting out from beneath the pauchy swell of his belly like the 
dancing lance of a primitive warrior. He grinned lasciviously and began to 
stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge 
throbbing head of the lustfully hardened shaft as he watched her innocent 
face. 

"Please. I-I'd like to go home now," Beth said quietly, her voice weak and 
not even inflected with the rising sense of panic she actually felt. She was 
desperate but incapacitated by numbness, unable to make her dazed young mind 
obey her natural instinct to flee somehow, anymore than she was able to 
control the swaying of her tingling body as she stood there looking at the 
older man. 

"Oh, my sweet beauty, I've been waiting for this for so long," he crooned 
huskily. 

"For what?" 

"Oh, I want to have your cherry, you little rosebud ... Why don't you pull 
off that sweater and skirt now?" he whispered hoarsely. 

Beth stared at him in motionless shock, still unable to make herself 
function even though she fully realized now what the older man meant. She 
tried to speak but her voice would not work as she watched the bald man 
stroke himself in front of her. She wanted to curse herself for letting her 
eyes drop down again to see the thickness of his penis ... gleaming with 
semen ... the tip jerking before her very eyes! Despite her fear, she could 
not help but compare it to her father's penis, and to her brother Billy's 
long and slender one. But Roy's penis was thicker than anything she had 
imagined a man's could be. It fascinated her and she could not make herself 
swerve her gaze from it. She knew what he intended to do, and she found 
herself both horrified and excited by the idea of losing her virginity to 
this man who was older than even her father. 

"Now, take your clothes off!" he commanded again. And she voiced no 
objection when he moved toward her and reached out with his fat meaty hands 
to cup her sweet young face in his palms, thrusting his tongue deep into the 
depths of her mouth. She stood there with his hard penis digging into the 
softness of her stomach as a last faint thought of escape brightened and 
finally died away to be replaced by the electric touch of his fingers on the 
softness of her cheeks. She was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face 
and slithering insultingly down her body to the buttons at the back of her 
skirt. With one single hard downward jerk he ripped it open to reveal the 
split of cleavage at the top of her buttocks cheeks. And then she felt her 
sweater being pulled over her head and heard him issue an appreciative sigh 
of approval as he jerked it away and her exceptionally well-rounded young 
breasts burst into view. In her drug-dazed mind, she could not quite grasp 
the full meaning of anything ... her father ... the party ... any of it. 

Roy dropped to his knees in front of her as she teetered above him, hooking 
his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her flimsy silken panties as 
he pulled them with teasing slowness down over the softness of her slender 
young buttocks until they were in a skimpy, silky ring around her ankles. 
She was completely naked now, as naked as Roy and her father and the two 
women with him in the other room. Beth stood before the big man in all of 
her adolescent beauty, like a young Venus, looking down at him on his knees 
in front of her. She saw a wicked satisfied smile on his face and swayed 
dangerously, almost losing her balance when she felt him breath hotly 
against her flat, taut tummy and then press his fat lips wetly against the 
nude flesh just above the sparse blonde hair of her pubic "V" ... It was 
like an electric shock! ... The wet touch sent an involuntary shiver through 
her and she reached down with both hands to hold on as well as she could to 
his sweating bald head to keep from falling. Mistaking this as a sign of 
submission, he dropped his lips lower to the soft golden pubic hair 
surrounding her vaginal slit and licked at the slight moistness gleaming on 
the lips. She jumped with alarm from the sudden shocking contact and lost 
what balance she had, staggering backwards toward the couch. The edge of the 
cushion caught her just below both knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat 
on her back on the soft black leather, her legs opening wide as she landed. 
He leaped forward immediately and caught her in that position as she feebly 
tried to close her legs. 

The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch, running his tongue over his 
lips to savor the sweet pungency of her female ' aroma from the kiss he had 
given her down between her legs a second ago. He crouched between her thighs 
on his knees and elbows as he leered lewdly at her, grinning down at the 
delicious feast of her youthfully squirming nakedness. Holding her slender 
legs with his hands, he pressed his knees out against the delicate tender 
whiteness of the insides of her thighs. She wanted to put up a struggle, 
some sort of real resistance against him, but she seemed totally unable to 
push him away and just lay there with her eyes open wide in growing passion. 
She could not understand herself or why she now found herself wanting him to 
kiss her there again. 

Damn, Tricia never failed, Roy thought with delight. Everything was going 
right on schedule, just as she had promised, and he was enjoying this whole 
playful conspiracy more than anything that she had arranged for some time! 

He was haunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs and looked 
up at her between her lush upstanding breasts. A trickle of saliva dripped 
from his open mouth and fell on her slightly wet, narrow vaginal split, 
mingling with her own juices there. Beth could sense it trailing down 
between the smooth soft spheres of her buttocks with a strange little 
tickling sensation. 

"You're going to love this, baby," he hissed. She could feel his warm palms 
press outward against her creamy white inner thighs holding them wide apart. 
Her most intimately secret place was naked to him, open to do as he willed, 
and she watched with a small gasp as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and 
then his breath was hot on her genitals again. 

"Noooo, pleeeease!" the beautiful teenage blonde jerked as his moist lips 
closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His impassioned face 
disappeared from her view into the soft folds of her vagina as he began to 
place wet torturing kisses on the still closed opening, his tongue flicking 
out like a tiny snake into the sparse hair on the quivering cuntal flanges, 
tickling it and nipping at it with his teeth. She felt his hands move 
sensuously up over her stomach to her suddenly throbbing breasts. He pinched 
the pink buds of her nipples to erection, sending shivers of unwanted 
pleasure all through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like 
invisible Judas-like pinpricks of wonderful sensuality. It was so wonderful 
that all her doubts and fears began to slip from consciousness ... and she 
could no longer clearly remember all that had happened so far that evening. 
Nothing registered in her drug-dimmed brain but the currents of passionate 
fever racing in her blood along with the African aphrodesiac that she had 
innocently drunk so much of. Now, even her bewilderment over the desire 
flooding her mind and body began to fade steadily faster and faster, until 
the moment of dizzying feeling was all that was left. She was no longer the 
innocent thirteen year old of a few short hours ago. 

Her own small hands moved down over his hands on her breasts, pressing them 
harder against the soft white mounds and then pushing them aside impatiently 
so that she could cup them firmly in her palms. Then, growing bolder as the 
itch of lust increased in every atom of her body, she released her breasts 
and slid her hands down over her smooth flat tummy, her fingers finally 
coming to a halt on either side of his hungry nibbling mouth. Her fingertips 
stroked tenderly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs and 
then moved in to slowly spread the fleshy pulsing lips of the moist furrow 
apart, allowing his eager probing lips complete access to her now completely 
naked virginal cunt. Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her 
head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the black rolled leather of 
the couch arm as Roy's hot searing tongue shot out, its soft slicking tip 
circling the erectness of the tremulously quivering clitoris. 

"Ooooooh," she moaned, her blonde hair shimmering in the bright illumination 
from the light in the study. He sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm 
folds of her vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his 
tongue continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of 
her sex. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip 
worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, starting at 
the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic portal of flesh 
surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her now flexing buttocks 
where it paused momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to the tight brown 
ring of sensitive rubbery skin circling her tiny throbbing anus. 

"Yessss, ooooh yessss," Beth gasped, wantonly encouraging him as her hips 
ground down hard into the leather cushion, her whole lower body writhing out 
of control as whining animal sounds escaped from between her tightly 
clenched teeth. Roy labored like a madman between her gaping thighs, feeling 
the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his puffed-out 
crimson cheeks. He felt a sense of tremendous power that he had never 
imagined possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He actually had this 
thirteen year old virgin squirming under his merciless tongue, loving it, 
begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the tip of his oral spear 
deeper into the steaming hot crevice of her vagina ... This woman child was 
amazing! Not even the powerful aphrodesiac had fired up the other girls to 
this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the fact that this was 
probably the lovely blonde teenager's first sexual experience. The slavering 
millionaire realized that she was too far gone to resist what he and his 
accomplice wife had planned for her and her family and in his mind he began 
to luxuriate in all that Tricia had schemed up to make things even livelier 
yet. 

Roy tittered obscenely as he felt Beth's fingers clawing crazily at his 
slick, sweat-beaded scalp, trying to grasp his bald head in an effort to 
guide his face more deeply into the palpitating opening of her widespread 
young pussy. He ran his tongue out deeper into the soft-rimmed flesh, 
flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then quickly 
withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged pink lips. She responded by 
arching her loins higher, searching, and her hands locked tightly behind his 
head to pull him harder against her upthrust groin. He allowed her to force 
him this time and locked his mouth viselike over the tight little hole 
between her squirming buttocks. 

As his mouth rounded out in an O-shape and his lips covered the clasping 
viscous opening, Roy thrust his tongue further in like a wet electric probe, 
causing the young virgin to moan while her soft warm thighs closed 
convulsively around both sides of his hairless head. He could feel the wet 
flesh flip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the tight 
vagina opened and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull 
the maddening lance deeper and deeper into it. It felt as though the hungry 
nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it alive. 
Her heels pressed down against his back to push him so firmly into the 
starving flesh trap that he was barely able to breathe. His nose was mashed 
tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, inhaling the pungent odor of 
her freely flowing lust juices. Christ! The kid was so hot, the penetration 
of his tongue didn't hurt a bit! And her musky aroma incited his cock to a 
hardness that he could hardly control ... Jesus Christ, he was nearing the 
brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt 
to splatter his boiling load all over the couch between her outstretched 
legs! 

Beth's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment. Every single 
muscle in her lean young body was tensed to the snapping point as she 
strained her flanks upward toward that thrilling probe between her trembling 
thighs. Oh God! It was more excitingly ecstatic than anything she had ever 
felt or believed could be! She had never realized that sex could be like 
this and her updrawn legs squeezed open and shut around the tormenting head 
fastened on her flame-seared hole to milk all she could of the pleasure it 
was giving her. 

"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender neck flexing as she 
writhed. The blonde teenager splayed her legs even wider to grant him full 
access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of her 
hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she would 
virtually rip them off. 

Holy shit, Roy grimaced, this little bitch was certainly precocious! She was 
the hottest one yet! 

Suddenly his lust-crazed brain was jolted back to the moment by an insistent 
tapping on his hairy back. He tried to ignore it, his eyes still locked on 
Beth's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her 
vagina ... But the tapping between his shoulder blades became more demanding 
and he slowly realized what it was... 

When Tricia had finished with Harvey Russell, she had left him in the arms 
of Marjorie and had gone off to find Billy. For now it was time for the next 
phase of the evening's entertainment. 

Roy reluctantly eased back from the hot hungry cunt before him and moved off 
the couch to stand unsteadily and face the naked redhead and the boy beside 
her. Damn, if only the had come two minutes later, he thought, nodding at 
the nude pair with an expression of resigned recognition on his face and 
with one eye still cocked on young Beth Russell's body still sprawled out in 
a drunken daze on the couch. 

"No, don't stop! Pleeeaasssse!" Beth pleaded as she squirmed with her eyes 
tightly shut, her brain and body suddenly aware of the loss of Roy's greedy 
mouth. 

"Just hold on little girl, and you'll get the surprise of your life," Tricia 
chuckled as she gazed down at the impassioned young teenager whose 
lust-dazed eyes still had not focused on the identity of the boy standing 
next to her. 

Billy Russell looked down at the smooth glistening lines of his sister 
Beth's body writhing on the couch, the soft whiteness of her bare skin 
contrasting dramatically with the blackness of the leather beneath her. 

"B-Beth ... " he stammered, amazed and wildly aroused by the sight before 
him. 

"Yes, Billy, this is your little sister," Tricia grinned as she extended her 
upturned palm toward the frustrated young blonde. "You've always wanted to 
fuck your sister, haven't you, Billy?" 

Billy felt the effects of the African aphrodesiac coursing through his blood 
and the lust welling up in him was not censored now by his conscience. The 
little bitch who teased him with her nakedness and skimpy clothes at home 
... God! How he :anted her! 

"Yeah, I sure do," Billy answered, his baby-blue eyes darting back and forth 
in their sockets like lead pinballs. "B-but she's my sister, and ... and ... 
" 

"Well, you love your sister don't you ... So it's really all right, you 
know," Tricia told him gently. 

Beth rolled her head on the arm of the couch, blinking as she tried to focus 
the glazed blueness of her eyes to see where Roy was and where the voices 
were coming from. Little by little, she was able to concentrate enough to 
make out the haunting sultry features of Tricia's face and ... oh no! Her 
brother Billy standing right next to her. A look of panic swept over the 
thirteen year old girl's face. 

"Beth, it's all right," Tricia said as she observed the mixture of lust and 
fear on the young teenager's face. "You and your brother love each other, 
and you want each other ... so go ahead and do what feels good ... Wouldn't 
it be nice to feel him inside that hungry little pussy of yours? 

As if mesmerized by Tricia's presence into accepting her words, Beth 
replied: "Yes ... I want that," her adolescent Confusion giving way to her 
aching need to have hard male flesh in the burning emptiness of her vagina. 

"Now Beth, tell us what you want." 

"I...I want him," the blonde blushed. 

"Who, Beth, who do you want?" Tricia prompted. 

"I want Billy, my ... my brother." 

"Where - where do you want Billy?" 

"I want him to do it to me, please," Beth begged without shame now in a 
small whining voice. 

"Where? What? Say it!" Tricia coaxed the aroused, helpless young girl who 
was now almost sobbing with undisguised desire. 

"I can't say it ... it's a sin ... I can't say it." 

"You have to. Now say it. Say exactly what you want and where you want it!" 
Tricia demanded. She knew that the young girl was out of her mind with 
desire and delighted in listening to her beg for the only thing that could 
quench the inferno blazing away inside her ... The gratification of a desire 
shared buy brothers and sisters throughout history, a taboo centuries old 
that she was now about to break! Tricia wanted the full impact of the deed 
felt in order to heighten her own excitement at the event she had staged. 

"Goddammit, say it!" the redhead demanded again. 

"Oh God, yes! I want my brother to fuck my cunt ... with his ... " 

"With his what?" 

"With his cock, his cock. I want my brother's cock!" Beth blurted out, 
shuddering as the obscene word resounded throughout her hazy brain, filling 
her with shame for the unrelenting rage of lust that blazed beyond her 
control inside her, searing her moist vagina with an agonizing wildfire of 
sexual need. 

"Okay, Billy, what are you waiting for? Your sister wants you to fuck her 
cunt with your cock," Tricia grinned lewdly. Beth gazed up at the familiar 
face of her brother, her filmy blue eyes roaming freely over his lean, 
deeply-tanned body in eager desire. His long slender legs tapered from the 
clearly-defined cords of muscle on the fronts of his thighs to his smooth 
rounded calves and slim ankles. Then she allowed herself a glimpse of his 
loins and gasped involuntarily at the sight O; Iris long but Slender 
hardened penis jutting out from between his legs. She knew that he was 
staring ravenously at her and the mere knowledge alone sent new chills of 
erotic sensation over her, raising tiny bumps of gooseflesh all over her 
skin. She trembled visibly as she continued to gaze longingly at her 
brother's cock. It jerked slightly higher, making her shiver and blush as 
she admitted to herself that she was willingly going to fuck her own 
brother, ached for him to mount her lusting body and give her the animal 
fulfillment that she yearned for with all her budding female strength. 

And then a strange thought crossed her mind. Where was her mother? How could 
she be allowing all this to go on? 

But those thoughts did not stay long with her, erased by the surges of hot 
desire that made her ache to have Billy inside her. In a remote corner of 
her mind she kept repeating over and over to herself that she had no choice 
... that she had to appease Tricia and Roy Logan ... that they had some sort 
of strange power over her. But even she knew in the foremost part of her 
consciousness that it was only an excuse to herself and that sheer sexual 
craving was the real force behind everything she felt. There was no way to 
deny the fact, as a fresh wave of erotic tremors ran up her back at the 
sight of Billy's now fully erect young cock standing out from his youthful 
loins like a serpent. My God, it's thrilling! she marvelled, unable to take 
her eyes from the tremendous shaft of flesh. 

"Don't just stand there boy," Roy rasped impatiently. "You heard your sister 
begging you to give her a good hard screwing, so get going!" 

It was crazy! Billy thought. All the times he had watched his sister 
undressed, or lusted for her under his covers alone at night ... even the 
time she had come into his bedroom in those see-through pajamas and he had 
tried on his own to fuck her ... it was too much to bear ... he had never 
wanted anything so much in his life as to fuck his voluptuous young sister. 

"Right on, Mr. Logan," Billy said hoarsely. He sat down immediately on the 
edge of the couch and leaned down without warning to fasten his teeth on the 
nipple of her heaving right breast. Beth groaned in pain and tried to roll 
away, to escape the cruel pain, but he pinned her shoulder hard to the black 
leather cushion with one hand and dropped his other one to play teasingly 
over the softness of warm flesh between her thighs. His questing lips 
continued to roam wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, 
causing intense prickles of feeling in them that slowly ran like little 
fires down to her loins below. Her buttocks began an urgent grinding motion 
against the couch, the twin moons of resilient flesh pressing down and 
rolling on tile smooth dark leather as the boy's hand massaged the 
honey-blonde hair of her pubic mound. 

"Hurry up, for Christ's sake! Throw some hard cock to her or I'll take over 
and do it myself," Roy growled down at the youth leaning over Beth's naked 
torso. 

"Dammit, yes," Tricia snapped, showing her agreement with Roy by scowling at 
the excited boy. "Little Beth there is aching for it and she doesn't need 
any more teasing. She can't wait much longer, you know ... If you don't ram 
that big thing in her pretty soon, I guess I'll just have to turn Roy loose 
to do the job for you." 

"Oh yes, yes! Please hurry, Billy!" Beth moaned out deliriously, her 
squirming movements becoming more frantic by the second. Billy need no 
further prompting and quickly raised himself up with his boyishly muscular 
arms to a kneeling position between her soft milk-white thighs. The 
stunningly beautiful girl felt a sudden flash of hysteria as she watched her 
own brother reach down with one hand to grasp his throbbing cock and guide 
it slowly forward until the hard rubbery head touched the fleshily throbbing 
lips of her cunt, parting them slightly. She turned her head to one side, 
closing her eyes in fear as the shocking electrical contact made the 
sensitive ragged edges of her pussy seem to cringe back away from it. She 
took a deep breath and held it for a long moment, waiting for the entry up 
between her widespread thighs, fearful of the pain that would accompany this 
loss of her virginity. 

"No, wait, please! Ooooooh," she whimpered as she felt the first probing 
pressure against the tight elastic opening of her pussy. It increased 
steadily, parting the moist pink lips wider and wider. 

Suddenly he pushed harder than before. 

"Aaaaaagh," she wailed as the tip slipped into the virginal opening making 
her feel like her thighs were splitting apart. She was screaming almost at 
the top of her lungs as she jerked open her eyes and saw nothing but raw 
lust in the face of her brother. 

"Shit boy, slam it home!" Roy prodded. The heavy, bald millionaire could not 
stand it any longer, just waiting, watching, loving the sight of the 
defenseless, innocent young girl lying there with the head of her brother's 
cock disappearing into the softly curling pubic hairs of her vagina. He 
wanted to see the boy give this sweet frightened little bitch the fucking 
she needed. And by God, he wanted to see it now! 

Billy looked down for an exciting glimpse of the head of his pulsing cock 
disappearing into the crisp, curling hair surrounding the tensely-stretched 
opening of his young sister. He sensed that if he kept fucking her the pain 
would turn to pleasure. Suddenly he fell forward, his weight pressing 
against her full rounded breasts. He thrust his lean hips forward at the 
same time and his long slender prick slid into her cunt like a driving rod 
pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before 
it. There was no stopping the boy until a loud groan escaped from his 
throat, his sperm-bloated balls smacking into the nakedly quivering cheeks 
of her tightly clenched buttocks. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had never felt a 
man inside her in her life and his bone-hard, cock felt as though it had 
ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds. And now it lay sunk 
deep in her belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a 
single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed 
tightly against the soft fleshy walls of her pussy. 

Billy remained completely motionless for a moment, his deeply-suntanned, 
boyishly handsome face just above hers. Beth also lay still, afraid to move 
so much as a single muscle for fear that it would only aggravate the pain. 
There was not a sound in the room for a long, seemingly endless moment as 
Tricia and Roy Logan stood a few feet away from the couch, their mouths 
gaping open in breathless awe as they stared at the almost unbelievable 
spectacle of the boy's hardened penis buried nearly all the way to the hilt 
in his exquisitely beautiful sister's virginal cunt. It was a damned 
stimulating brand of entertainment and they both realized that the cleverly 
arranged scheme seemed to be working superbly so far - in fact, so well that 
it would probably turn out to be their masterpiece! 

My God, Tricia mused, what exquisite pleasure this is. And she felt her own 
clitoris begin to throb, filling her with a sudden longing for some good 
stiff cock between her legs - anything to still the increasing sense of 
deprivation and emptiness she felt as she stood there watching Billy and 
Beth. 

The boy sensed his sister's pain subsiding and felt the return now of her 
passion. He could feel the tight wet passage widening slightly as he began 
to fuck rhythmically into her. He knew that before long the gorgeous girl 
would change into a mass of squirming, squealing desire. 

Beth's body began to react involuntarily, slowly, slowly, but gradually 
regaining the intensity of passion she had felt before her brother had 
rammed his stiff thing into her. Besides, she knew that there was no reason 
left to fight against the lewd flames of lust licking faster and faster at 
the sensitive erogenous zones of her nakedly spread body. And the pain was 
easing, her pussy juices flowing freely again to aid the boy's prick 
skewering into her in a slow stroking rhythm. His hands cupped her full 
naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them relentlessly, teasing and tugging 
at them until she thought they would tear loose from the harsh 
manipulations. Then as if by magic, she felt her pleasure build to the 
never-before experienced brink of ecstasy and the delicate walls of her cunt 
began to clasp wetly around his lust-hardened cock, her hips slithering up 
hungrily to devour its length. Her whole being was in the throes of rapture 
and she writhed and bucked beneath him as low humming sounds of uncaring 
acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest. 

Billy's sperm-filled balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her 
buttocks, making the sensitive flesh of her anus tingle and contract, as a 
strange light shone in her eyes from the intense pleasure she felt. She was 
loving it, loving the way her own brother fucked in and out of her pussy 
with long, hard lunges that brought his blood-hardened cock almost all the 
way out of her clutching soft passage on the backstroke and then disappeared 
as he plunged forward into her again until he could feel the lust-engorged 
head collide like a bludgeon against her tender cervix deep up inside. A 
feeling of absolute power coursed through him as he held her pinned down 
against the black leather couch. His fingers gripped harder at the full, 
pale-white spheres of her rising and falling breasts, gouging into the soft 
unresisting globes of flesh with ferocity, bringing piteous pleas for mercy 
from her constricting throat along with the gasping sounds of unashamed 
wantonness she made as she twisted and writhed on the now sweatslippery 
black leather couch. 

The rugged adolescent pried the quivering silken moons of her ass even wider 
apart with his fingers, watching in the brightness of the overhead light how 
the pink folds of moist pulsing cuntal flesh clasped tightly around his 
rampaging shaft. All at once he pushed forward with the tips of his toes 
against the other end of the couch, sinking the throbbing hard hugeness of 
his prick deeper yet, threatening to rupture her womb, and bringing a sudden 
explosion of breath from her lips, as though she had suddenly had the wind 
knocked out of her by a kick in the stomach. 

"Oooooouuuuf," she wheezed in surprise and lay numbed for a moment, as he 
momentarily soaked the entire length of his lust-hardened young cock in the 
juices of her widestretched cuntal cavern. 

This was pretty far out, Billy enthused inwardly, rummaging the sensitive 
head of his cock around inside her, enlarging the innermost virginal depths 
of her invaded young pussy and feeling delicious shivers of sensation 
skittering over his copper-brown skin as she clasped tightly and began a 
slight contracting motion that sucked at his unyielding hardness like a warm 
greedy wet moth. It was almost like a real blowjob, he decided. 

"Ummmppph," Beth grunted and wheezed beneath him again as Billy stroked into 
her with great power. Oh God, nothing mattered now, she raved to herself. 
Nothing but the nerve-shattering flurries and rages of her own stormy lust! 
Nothing but the wild fucking now as her brother drove his virile cock into 
her hot widestretched cunt. 

"Oh God, harder, deeper! Shove that wonderful big prick of yours all the way 
up to my throat! Fuck me, Billy, fuck me!" she ranted, her glazed eyes 
rolling as she groaned and arched her loins up against his in a maniacal 
frenzy, harder and faster as the sheer force and intensity of her sexual 
transport drove her to the edge of utter madness. 

A blazing inferno of animal desire raced wildly through her very being, 
rending her mindless and sightless in an oblivion of crazed sensuality ... 
God! It was wild. She was actually spreading her legs wide for her own 
brother, and his blood-engorged, fiercely throbbing prick was alive in her 
at this very minute, filling her, and the tickling hairs of his dancing 
balls brushed in the crevice of her ass-cheeks. Yes, she was fucking her own 
brother and loving it! 

Beth's hotly working young pussy contracted involuntarily again and again as 
the lascivious thoughts raced like cyclones through her mind. Billy could 
feel her urgent throbs as the wet glove-like hotness of the passage opened 
and closed around his excitedly pulsing cock. He could see that her eyes 
were closed again as she rotated her hips from side to side and humped up 
and down around his throbbing rod, devouring it all the way up into her 
gratefully accepting belly. Spurred on by her hungrily pitching body and the 
way she kicked with her heels against his shoulders, he dug into her wildly, 
pinning her flatter to the couch and restricting her movements until she 
felt like screaming unless allowed to match his rhythm with her own body. 
With his every hard, ass-crushing lunge now, he drove her far forward until 
her slender neck was bent back over the arm of the couch, her yellow shining 
blonde hair flowing almost to the floor. 

Christ, I had better hurry, Tricia thought, but she could not tear herself 
away from the lust-maddened brother and sister to set in motion the next 
part of her plan. So far, it had been one hell of an exciting evening and 
full of wonderful surprises. Tricia could not remember when she had last 
seen, if ever, such an inspired performance as this one and had hardly been 
able to restrain herself from joining Beth and Billy for a share of the 
thrills that seemed to drive them relentlessly on, writhing and moaning like 
a hurricane of ecstasy blasting at their nerves. 

"Shit, look at that sweet little bitch! Look at her little hot cunt all 
stretched open! Oh shit!" Roy pointed, slobbering lewdly and sucking in his 
breath at the obscene feast of lewdness before his eyes. He seemed unaware 
that Tricia was still standing naked beside him and persisted in milking his 
hard jutting penis with his hand as he watched Beth's vaginal muscles tense 
and relax, nibbling hungrily at the blood-inflated thickness of the young 
boy's penis as he thrust greedily between the pink, dilated cuntal lips. 
They slid moistly down the boy's length for several inches and then nibbled 
slowly and hungrily back up until he rammed in again, imbedding himself deep 
inside her flat creamy-white tummy and driving the soft, fleshy pink folds 
of her own cunt lips back into her. 

"For God's sake, Roy, stop jerking off and go find someone to keep you busy 
for awhile," Tricia sneered as she caught sight of the overweight bald man 
masturbating himself beside her. "Can't you ever control yourself?" 

"Yeah, yeaaah! ... Much as you can," Roy groaned, his hand still jerking up 
and down as he smirked salaciously, his sex-filmed eyes dropping down to 
gaze between his wife's full rounded thighs where a clear viscous trickle of 
lubricating fluid gleamed as it seeped from between the slightly parted lips 
of her vagina. Her eyes followed his down to the sparkling wetness between 
her own legs and then she lifted them again to smile coyly at her lecherous 
husband. 

"Okay, I admit I'm hot as hell," Tricia breathed softly, "but listen, you 
old bastard, don't you dare cum yet - not before we finish with the Russells 
-because I might just decide to let you fuck me later." 

"No shit?" Roy brightened. "Do you promise?" He relished the thought of 
making it with Tricia, for despite the fact that she was his wife, he had 
recently had a hard time managing to corner the redhead for himself for a go 
at her magnificent body. Usually she was too busy with her young lovers. 

"Sure, but only on one condition," Tricia promised seductively as she rubbed 
her fingertips in the rust-colored hair of her pubic mound, smiling to 
herself. "It's up to the Russells. If everything works out according to 
plan, I'll give you the time of your life and do whatever you want ... 
anything." 

"Jesus Christ, I'm really looking forward to it," Roy leered, wishing that 
the promise from Tricia did not depend on the Russells. He was afraid that 
they might not show up until it was over and he would miss out on his 
promised romp. Now that he thought of it, he had been pretty foolish not to 
have taken advantage of the opportunity to fuck the shit out of Billy 
Russell's hot young sister himself when he had been with her there on the 
couch awhile ago, eating her sweet young pussy just to warm her up for 
Billy. 

Shit, the paunchy millionaire swore under his breath, it would be a crying 
shame if he wound up having to relieve himself by masturbating after the 
party was over - especially so since Tricia's propositon and the maddening 
sight of the luscious blonde being skewered right in front of him made his 
prick ache and jerk so much that not even Tricia would be able to last long 
enough to completely satisfy him this evening. If he stayed here in the 
study much longer, he would also miss the rest of the action. The whole 
damned house was full of choice sex-starved girls at this very moment, most 
of them probably half-crazy by now and grabbing the handiest male to help 
them put out the blazing fiery itch in their cunts that his own special 
African aphrodesiac had ignited. God, where were the elder Russels? Where? 
Then he saw Tricia leave to find them. 

He might as well watch Beth enjoying that hard cock thundering up into her 
pretty white belly, Roy sighed inwardly, even though it would only drive him 
crazier with envy and ravenous lust than he already was. Turning again 
toward the couch, he saw that the blonde girl's hotly pleading cunt was now 
exposed more than before as the boy jacknifed her legs back with his 
shoulders and plundered into her like some sort of wild stallion whose one 
and only instinct was to fulfill his primitive sexual desire. His strong 
hands were squeezing her full succulent breasts again, squeezing and 
pressing harshly until the snowy flesh overflowed from his fingers and she 
moaned out a cry of pleasure-pain, her naked quivering loins responsively 
ramming up harder against him to receive the full length of his rampant 
pistoning cock. 

Roy Logan was not conscious of his meaty hand moving slowly up and down his 
own penis again as he stood there viewing the two lust-maddened bodies as 
they thrashed in ecstasy on the black leather cushions of his couch. 

 Chapter 7 

Had it not been for the powerful African aphrodesiac she had drank, Bernice 
Russell might have run straight from the party to the local police station 
... Never in her protected married life had she ever seen anything like this 
party to which she had brought her entire family - her husband Harvey and 
her two children. But all her normal judgment seemed totally blurred, taking 
a back seat to the fiery lustful heat in her body. And for the first time in 
her thirty-four years, the voluptuous housewife found herself dancing to the 
erotic rhythms of rock music, her body throbbing to the pulsing suggestive 
beat of the music. 

A young man with lank blonde hair hanging all the way to his shoulders had 
asked her to dance, and she found to her utter astonishment that when she 
let herself go with the music as he had suggested, her natural instincts 
seemed to override any hesitation she had from not knowing the proper steps, 
and soon she could dance with the best of them. She was having more fun than 
she could ever remember, and she jerked and undulated to the beat until her 
face was flushed and her head swam dizzily. And in between times, she gulped 
the refreshing liquer, and drank it in quantity, never occurring to her that 
the drink had achieved it's additional potency because of the exotic 
aphroadesiac. 

She had no idea how much time had elapsed, or what had become of the rest of 
her family, when she saw Harvey approaching her. 

"Darling," he had said, "I want to talk to you and I want to talk now." 

She was shocked to attention by the purposefulness of his manner, and he led 
her out onto the porch in the crisp cool evening air to talk. He put his arm 
affectionately around her shoulder and thought for a long while before he 
spoke. Finally, he said: 

"Let's face it, honey. We've never really made it sexually, have we?" 

Bernice was speechless, yet she sensed that he did not want to berate her or 
put her down, but wanted truly to .communicate with her ... 

"Tell me what's wrong," he persisted gently. 

And suddenly Bernice was surprised to find all the years of married 
resentment boiling up in her now. 

"What do you care?" she muttered angrily. 

"Because," and he paused for a long, long time. "Because tonight I want to 
really make love to you ... I mean, this sex hassle hasn't been all your 
fault ... " Harvey reached out and touched his wife's hand with a. mixture 
of compassion and pure lust clearly visible in the expression on his face. 
His experience with Tricia and Marjorie had been passionate and exciting, 
but he really loved Bernice and knew that she and his family meant more to 
him than anything in the world. 

The blunt directness of her husband's words caused a deep tremor to sweep 
over Bernice Russell, the opposing forces of her indignation at his 
outrageous suggestion and the sudden, nerve-thrilling awareness of her ripe, 
sensual body wanting to answer 'yes!' 

"Please, say something," Harvey begged, watching her face for some telltale 
sign of response when she answered him. 

"1-I do want you, my darling," Bernice said with warm sincerity as she moved 
against him to tuck her head into his shoulder. She knew she had opened up 
feelings that had never been touched before, but dammit, she was too 
overcome with desire to care about anything. 

The maturely handsome husband had never in fourteen years heard his wife use 
that expression before and he could not help but feel a licentious flutter 
of tingling excitement mounting in his loins. He could almost feel the 
sexual tension stiffening his wife's beautiful body. A rash of goosebumps 
rose on the sensitive bare skin of her arms and there was the unmistakable 
glassy sheen of desire gleaming in the greenness of her half-closed eyes. 
She squirmed closer, the soft fullness of one breast and the warmth of her 
trembling thigh pressing tightly against him as she reached over with both 
hands to play her fingertips across his face like feathers. 

Suddenly Harvey darted out his arms to seize her harshly as he twisted on 
the sofa to pin her back with the weight of his upper torso, mashing his 
lips wetly down on hers and flicking his tongue into the moist warmth of her 
mouth until he heard the muffled little mewling sounds of pleasure coming 
from deep in her throat. Her responsiveness made him bolder and he dropped 
one of his hands to her knee, slipping it slowly up under her skirt to brush 
his fingertips with teasing lightness along the satiny flesh of her firm 
quaking thighs. He felt her hand fumbling in the crotch as she panted and 
nibbled at her own lower lip, frustration flushing her cheeks in her effort 
to unbutton his trouser-fly and feel his hard jerking prick cradled in the 
warmness of her soft sweaty palm. 

God, could this really be his wife! The familiar body was like a stranger's 
tonight, desiring him like a bitch in heat. Well, don't question it, he 
thought, he might as well have a picnic while he was at it, and he lifted 
the hem of Bernice's skirt, pushing it up in accordion-like folds high on 
her thighs. 

"Yes, there ... aaaahhh," Bernice moaned as she felt the forefinger of his 
roaming left hand hook just inside the elastic legband of her pink-colored 
nylon panties. She moaned again, pushing her pelvis against the probing 
finger as the tip found the moist narrow cleft of her vagina and delved 
between the pulsating lips in search of the tiny erect head of her clitoris. 
"Baby, I can't believe how wonderful you are," Harvey whispered with a 
wanton grin on his lips, his probing finger suddenly spearing into the 
slippery wetness of her hungry cunt with lizard-like quickness. 

* * * 

A moment or so later, Harvey was the first one to sense the intrusion of 
Tricia's presence next to the couch. He swiveled his head around to peer up 
at their redheaded hostess standing over them with her hands on her hips and 
a small grin of amusement lifting the corners of her mouth. 

"Well, darlings, that's very nice ... nice to see you hitting it off after 
all these years," she drawled. "It almost seems a shame to have to drag you 
away, but I'm reasonably certain that you'll find what I've got to show you 
far more interesting." 

"Dammit, Tricia, what the -" Harvey objected in an acid tone of voice. 

"Wh-what's going on?" Bernice asked, a puzzled look in her eyes as they 
flashed back and forth between them, searching for some clue to the 
redhead's intrusion. 

Tricia just smiled knowingly. "Believe me. Come and see for yourselves," she 
told them, a strange grin on her face. 

For some reason, a peculiar sense of unexplained alarm came over the married 
couple as they followed their hostess upstairs. 

 Chapter 8 

Tricia led the couple down the plush carpeted hallway until they stood 
outside the door to her husband Roy's study. The three stood there in 
silence as they heard an almost rhythmic mingling of grunts and moans. 
Harvey tiptoed up to the door and peered anxiously inside. Tricia studied 
his face carefully as he blinked and tried to focus his blurred vision on 
the shapes in the well-lighted room. A few seconds later, she saw his 
handsome face go suddenly pale and noticed that his tall form swayed 
slightly as though he were faint and about to topple over in a head on the 
floor. 

"Jesus! Oh my God!" 

His first thought was to protect his wife, but he turned around to discover 
that she had already seen the sight in the study and was as white as if 
she'd seen her own obituary! She just stood there, gasping for breath in a 
state of total and utter shock at the lewd sight she beheld. Yet the married 
couple watched spellbound at the exhibition of sexual abandonment taking 
place between their son and daughter right before their very eyes. They 
wanted to shout, to run, to somehow blot out the soul-shattering sight, but 
both their bodies felt paralyzed, and they stood there motionless as though 
their feet had in that moment become lead weights too heavy to lift off the 
carpet on which they stood. 

Their little girl Beth! She was lying flat on her back, legs kicked out wide 
with Billy on top of her and they were naked! They were ... fucking!!! 
There, right in front of everyone, no more than a half dozen steps or so 
from where their parents stood in the doorway. Their own son Billy was 
actually pistoning his hardened prick again and again into the ovally 
stretched opening of his sister's thinly bearded little cunt!" 

"Jesus God, Tricia, it can't be true, it just can't be!" Harvey groaned. 

"Lord help us all," whined Bernice. 

"I'm afraid it is," Tricia whispered softly next to Harvey, sensing his 
shock and disbelief. "But look at them now ... they seem to be having such a 
wonderful time ... How can you say it's wrong!" 

There was truth in Tricia's statement all right. Christ, the kids were 
obviously loving it so much that they were almost insane with ecstasy. He 
could see that young Beth's eyes were closed tightly and she was grinding 
her loins up against her taut-bodied brother like a rutting lionness in heat 
even though his shoulders anchored her in position. His agile weight was 
holding her legs back over her head so that her buttocks were offered up 
obscenely as his lust-engorged cock raged in and out of her like a freight 
train steadily gaining more and more momentum and racing non-stop toward its 
destination. 

From where they stood, Harvey and Bernice's view of Beth's face was 
perfectly clear and they could see her panting and pleading up at Billy, 
egging him on, her arms locked tightly around the boy's sweating back as she 
writhed upwards as much as possible from the jackknifed position she was in. 
Good God! the astonished parents were thinking, our children! 

"More cock, give me more! All of it! Ooooooh, aaaaallll!" Beth cried 
wantonly, pleading, as she dropped her hands lower to clutch Billy's 
buttocks and pull him forward. 

When Harvey first heard the lewd words escape his daughter's lips, he 
thought his ears were betraying him. Gradually though, he realized that this 
woman-child was actually begging in a high whining voice that he hardly 
recognized, begging for more prick in her insatiable little cunt. He felt a 
surprising wave of pity for Billy, an ironic moment of compassion for his 
son, as he watched the feverish, twisted expression of lust on the boy's 
face change slowly into a look of bewilderment and frustration. Billy was 
already giving his sister all that he had, all five inches of his young hard 
cock, and yet she was screaming for more. She was loving every second of 
being fucked out of her mind by him, reveling in it, squirming under him 
like a wild animal, but it was still not enough for her! 

Shit! he thought. His pure, uptight wife had never once put out for him like 
that ... No, she had always been an impressive iceberg when he was on top of 
her, breaking his ass to turn her on and give her the kind of satisfaction 
that she never moved a muscle to give him. And this was her daughter! 

God, his little Beth had always seemed like such an innocent little girl, 
still a child, and for the past year Harvey Russell had felt so guilty deep 
inside himself as his awareness of the voluptuousness of her young body had 
touched his male lust. A bitter smile crossed his face as he remembered all 
the times he had crucified himself for even thinking lewd thoughts about 
her. But Jesus, look at that kid! She was lying there begging for it from 
her own brother! It was crazy, yet there was so much pleasure between them h 
z! could not for a moment think to condemn it. 

Tricia glanced over at Bernice Russell who was still standing, mouth agape, 
at the unbelievable scene. She felt she could stand no more. It was not so 
much that she was repulsed by the adolescent sexuality she was witnessing; 
rather it was having that exact opposite effect upon her body! She could 
sense a tingling warmth beginning deep within her belly, and her dully 
pulsating vaginal lips were starting to moisten again, her nipples beneath 
the soft fabric of her dress were hardening into diamond chips, and she 
could feel tiny sensations of arousal aching in her breasts. She was 
becoming sexually excited - and her abrupt insight into the reasons behind 
her shocking, perverse response caused her to quiver violently with shame 
and self loathing. For she realized too that it was the sight of her own son 
naked that was kindling the strange and unknown sexual fires she'd so long 
denied, that were now spreading upwards to the very tips of her breasts. The 
insane desires were being stoked now to a fever pitch by the liquer she had 
consumed, and she was bursting with white-hot sensations that were 
enveloping the very core of her shame-ridden soul. 

* * * 

Flashing meteors of pleasure rained down on Beth's mind and body, driving 
her on and on, crying for more, goading her sweating brother to near 
exhaustion, as he stroked into her, stretching her hot, hungrily devouring 
pussy almost to the rippling point with each merciless thrust. It was an 
uncontrolled creature ramming deep, deeper, probing her every crevice. 

"Moooorrrrrre!" she demanded, almost screaming as the rock-hard penis drove 
harder and harder, responding with one couch-shaking ram that sank the 
blood-filled head until it collided with her cervix and made her cry out 
with passion. Billy, almost laughed aloud, it was so thrilling to him. Then 
he slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass and found the small 
puckered hole of her anus exposed defenselessly below. It was warm and 
sensitive and he could feel it clenching and flexing sensuously with the 
movement of her buttocks as she pushed hard against his groin. 

Slowly he pressed against it and then, with a sudden movement, slipped it 
inside the tiny puckered lips, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding 
helplessly before his finger. 

"Noooo," she protested, gasping. But he thrust further, and began to rotate 
his finger deeper around inside, expanding the rubbery softness wider and 
wider as he ground into her. Then, he suddenly slipped another finger inside 
along with the first and felt the resisting tightness collapse. She gave a 
lesser groan this time as her virginal back passage grew accustomed to the 
depraved invasion, and little by little her whimpers of pain were replaced 
by sounds of increasing pleasure ... soon she was writhing and squealing 
with even more abandon than before, hopelessly impaled between his stiff 
throbbing cock in her cunt and the two fingers shoved tightly up her 
asshole. 

Then Billy began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis again, skewering 
his unbelievably hard prick deep between the naked lips of her vagina. The 
tempo of his in-strokes quickened to the same hot and pulsating rhythm of 
before as his fingers soaked deep in her tightly clenched little anus. 
Goddamn, this was too much, the young boy thought ... He knew his sister was 
ready to cum - he could feel it as her legs jerked wider and higher - as he 
ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and drove them 
back in this time from the outside. 

"Oh, I ... I'm, it's ... " Beth chanted as Billy continued his wild fucking 
into her moist wet cunt and he fingerfucked her now-willing rectum. Her 
swaying, lust-flushed breasts heaved and the hard-peaked nipples dug into 
his bare chest. 

Roy Logan stood beside the couch watching intensely. "She's gonna cum in a 
minute," he huffed as he knelt on his knees peering intensely at the sight, 
his jowly face within inches of the prick and two fingers impaling the 
blonde teenager helplessly. "Shit! she's ready!" 

Beth froze then, almost fainting, but suddenly bowing her back until her 
buttocks and shoulders formed an arching support, she lifted Billy's full 
chest and upper stomach with her so high off the cushions that her spasm of 
superhuman strength made even Tricia gasp where she watched them just behind 
Roy. The redhead knew that Roy was right - the girl was reaching orgasm. 

"Uuuuuuaaaaahhhhh! ... Ooooooo ...I'm cumming, ooooohgggg, yes, 
cummmmiiiinnnngggg!" 

Billy felt his sister's pussy opening around him, warm gushes of wet sticky 
liquid flooding hotly around his prick. Her hands clasped his humping 
ass-cheeks harder even, trying to pull him as far as humanly possible into 
her open loins, her orgasmic fluids spilling out of her and down to smear 
his testicles where they drubbed against her loosened anus. 

This was her first orgasm, her very first! She raved as dazzling flashes of 
incapacitating electric sensation winced and jerked through her body. 

"Wow," Billy exclaimed as he felt his great load of sperm building higher 
and higher toward release - maybe the best load ever - began to make him 
lightheaded and fuck faster and more ferociously again. 

Harvey's anger and painful revulsion at his daughter's display of shameless 
desire and obscene clawing lust had slowly changed without his full 
awareness to a pitch of excitement that made his legs shake. His penis was 
completely erect and straining outward against the semen-wet fabric at the 
front of his tented trousers. Even in his shock at the perverted exhibition, 
he could not help but be awestruck by Beth's mouth-watering, beautiful body, 
her smooth white buttocks waving high off the couch and her fully creamy 
breasts jiggling from the merciless buffeting her naked young body was still 
undergoing. He found himself gasping for breath as he feasted on the lewd 
sight of his own daughter falling back limply on the black couch, her legs 
splaying out on either side of his son's still pounding hips. The handsome 
father's entire genital region itched and the ache in his balls had reached 
the unbearable stage. 

"Ooooh, faaaaarrrr owwwwttttt!" he heard his son groan as at last he erupted 
his hot thick cum shooting deep into Beth's well-fucked young cuntal 
passage, splashing against her womb and flowing out around the spasdically 
jerking cock, over-flowing and mingling lewdly with the fluid from her own 
cumming a moment before ... Harvey stepped into the full brightness of the 
room to watch his daughter's now sperm-filled little belly heave and jerk as 
the hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and milked at the jerking cock like a 
hotly sucking mouth located down between her legs. 

 Chapter 9 

Alongside her passionately aroused husband, Bernice Russell sucked in her 
breath with absolute disbelief, her brain spiralling with the knowledge that 
there . . : there was her daughter! There was her darling child, a virgin 
... a virgin no longer! 

Beth's mother was shattered to the very core of her being while she absorbed 
all of the corrupting scene, tormented inside because it was her own 
stupidity and naivete that had gotten her whole family to this party ... So 
this was the price for the pictures, this was the deal ... 

And at that instant, Beth saw her mother and father standing gape-mouthed 
and boggled-eyed, her naked sated body now turning as cold as glacier ice. 

"Mother!" She squeaked. "Dad!" 

"Beth!" 

"Billy!" . 

"Oh, shit," Billy blurted out, turning his head to stare at his parents. 

"Mom!" Beth said finally after a long silence ... "Don't feel bad Mom. Sex 
is good; sex is beautiful ... sex should bring our family together, not 
further apart ... This sure beats fighting with Billy, Mom." 

Oh no, this is too awful, too sick! She's looking at me and smiling so 
innocently! How can she? How can my daughter smile at me after performing 
such a lewd act before my very eyes! 

"Yeah Mom!" Billy chimed in. "It's natural and it's good!" And he smiled up 
at her with such loving and innocent eyes that Bernice began to see that at 
least her children were honest enough to admit their passions, whereas she, 
Bernice, had tried so long to suppress them. She'd denied herself the 
wonderful passions which were just beginning to surface in her, and it 
struck the older woman just what a lie she'd been living till now ... Her 
mind began to wander back in time as she remembered Billy as an infant, 
remembered washing his little penis in his baby bath, and the pleasure it 
had aroused in her ... She remembered wanting to kiss that cute little 
penis, wanting to suck it ... then, as he grew into young manhood, she was 
never able to admit the attraction she had felt for him. 

Perhaps it was the drama of the situation, or the mindboggling. sight of her 
daughter being fucked by her own son whatever the reason, the emotionally 
shattered mother found herself responding now with erotic arousal. Her belly 
began to churn with a tremendous charge of sensual emotion which surged 
through her and slowly, the perverted lust she had witnessed became a source 
of erotic stimulation to her. Instead of the utter loathing and mournful 
despair she had been feeling, Bernice felt her sexual fires sparking to new 
life again. As the corrupting urges flamed anew, she wanted to join in more 
and more, wanted a cock, yes a young slender cock, to fill the suddenly 
empty depths of her flesh. I want to fuck! she realized. Now! 

Bernice's eyes inadvertently glanced over at where Billy was laying 
transfixed on the couch. She saw his heavily beathing chest, and the way the 
boy had trouble swallowing with his parched-dry throat. She slid her gaze 
along his naked developing body, down to his loins and sucked in her own 
breath when she viewed the hardened length of his young prick pulsing 
outward from his lean hairless thighs. His slender throbbing penis was hard 
again. and he was excited from the knowledge that his parents had watched 
him fuck his sister! 

"Billy," he heard his mother whimper, "Oh Billy." 

The youth was almost shaking now, not knowing which way was up as he tried 
to sort out his reeling senses. 

"Oh, Mom!" he moaned, kneading the palms of his hands up and down the sides 
of his panting body. 

Bernice could sense the heat of his youthful flesh as she moved closer to 
the nude form of her son on the couch, and she clenched her buttocks 
together as she walked toward him, staring wantonly at the throbbing 
erection pressing out from the boy's loins. "Oh, Billy ... my son ... my son 
... " She took a deep breath, shuddered, then blurted out, "I want you!" 

"What?" The boy was incredulous, unsure he had understood her. 

"Let's make love too! You want to, and I want to." And then her glance 
travelled down from her husband Harvey to her daughter Beth. "They want to, 
too. Why shouldn't we?" 

Then the older woman sat beside him on the couch, while Beth slid out from 
beside her brother and began to walk toward Harvey. Bernice then dropped- 
her hand and began to rub around his aroused genitals, dipping around and 
around them until her fingers took hold of his warm hard penis and scrotum. 
Then slowly her fingers made contact with the blunt, reddened tip of his 
virile cock. The teenager's thighs started to undulate of their own volition 
and his breath spewed out in ragged gasps. "Oh! Mother! Mother!" he grunted. 
"I...I don't believe this!" 

"You want it, don't you?" she whispered. 

"Yes ... yes, I guess I do!" He stared upward at his mother now, watching 
her slip out of her dress, then sliding her pink panties down over her lush, 
firm thighs. Finally, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her 
ripe full breasts swing free. 

Bernice, naked now and sighing blissfully with abandoned desire, returned to 
toy with the long slim shaft of Billy's penis, her nakedly rounded breasts 
pressing against his smooth chest, their nipples smoldering coals burning 
into his youthful flesh. She whimpered delightedly and wriggled against his 
boyish erection, her mature body jerking and her heatedly moistened vaginal 
lips spreading apart as if to enfold his turgid cock entirely. 

"Wh-what are you doing, Mom?" he moaned, feeling his buttocks beginning to 
rotate in time to her teasing caresses. 

"Why, we're going to fuck, Billy. We're going to fuck right in front of your 
father and sister, that's what we're going to do." Then suddenly another 
thought struck her. "But I ... " 

"But what, Ma?" Billy asked. 

"Well," his mother said, turning her lustful attention back to her son, "I 
suddenly have the strange desire to kiss you, darling boy. Kiss you right on 
the tip of your lovely hard penis!" Her words sounded alien to Bernice, for 
never before had she considered such a perversion desirable, even in the 
sanctity of her marriage bed ... yet oddly, the idea of tasting a male penis 
no longer repelled her as it had for so many years. Not the sweet penis of 
her own little boy. 

And Bernice was so intent in her lust for Billy, that she did not notice 
Tricia and Roy sneaking quietly out of the room, both of them satisfied with 
the delightful evening they had engineered. Now they were ready to fuck each 
other. 

"Yes!" Bernice continued, more excited with the notion than ever. "Yes, I 
want to feel your wonderful prick with my lips!" And as she spoke, she knelt 
down on her knees before the spread-legged boy, drawing his quivering young 
manhood closer and rubbing it lovingly against her cheeks, feeling every 
ridge and vein pulsing against her flushed skin. "Oh, I do! I do!" 

"Would you, Mom? Oh, I've always dreamed about you sucking my pecker. Ever 
since I was a little boy!" 

The teenage boy was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be 
true. First he got to fuck his sister and now his mother wanted to suck him! 
Fantastic! He felt her hand kneading his naked buttocks as she kneeled 
between his thighs and then, staring down, he watched anticipatorily as the 
older woman slowly leaned closer. 

With her other hand massaging his hard yearning penis, Bernice flicked her 
tongue out and came in warm, wet contact with the expanding head of his 
erection. She circled around and around the thickening tip as the boy 
groaned and jerked above her from her erotic manipulations. Her slowly 
searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly, 
maddeningly into it. It was already moist from his regenerated arousal, and 
the heady taste and odor made the mature mother salivate with lustful 
expectation of when his penis would be sliding along inside her mouth. 

She took the hand which had been massaging his tender buttocks now, and 
cradled the base of his softly rounded testicles, while her right fingers 
continued to pull back the loose foreskin and expose all of the sensitive 
pink head of his cock to her lips. She planted warm, gentle kisses on it, 
beginning at the top and tracing a path down the full length of his pulsing 
hardness to the base, then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery crown. 
To take her own son this way only accentuated the thrilling position they 
were all in, and sucking her fourteen year old boy's cock only signified her 
total surrender to the obscene lusts that had always played in her family's 
subconscious. She teased longer than she knew she should, wanting to insure 
that she as well as Billy, never forgot this moment of corrupting love. 

And as her mother and brother engaged in their obscene behavior, Beth 
Russell began to feel overpowering waves of desire surging through her body 
as she glanced over at her father. As if in a trance she walked to meet and 
embrace him, the hardness of his heatedly pulsing penis through the material 
of his pants gouging the sensitive flesh of her belly, his huge hands 
grasping her tender young breasts. Beth whined from the combination of 
passion and fear, and then their lips closed upon one another, their tongues 
twisting and stabbing deep into their respective mouths. 

"Oh, my darling daughter," Harvey moaned, quickly shedding his restricting 
garments, "I'm going to teach you myself what sex is all about." 

Beth felt the blood pounding in her head until she thought her mind was 
afire, and as she realized what was happening, she attempted to fight off 
the flames which her father was kindling in her belly. But she was only able 
to fan the fires of her unwanted arousal higher by salaciously thinking of 
what was going on on the couch nearby. God ... we've all gone mad! I fucked 
Billy, now Mother is eating him and I'm going to fuck my father! 

But Beth made no move to resist as her father moved lower over her, guiding 
his long thick cock with one hand into her soft blonde pubic hair. He parted 
the fleshy cuntal lips with the blunt tip of his cock-head, letting it lay 
throbbing momentarily at the entrance of her once-virginal pussy. And then 
he flexed his buttocks, pressuring his adult-sized penis against the tight 
ring of her vagina. 

Then Beth saw her mother's mouth oval widely, accepting Billy's throbbing 
shaft into the saliva-filled cavern of her suddenly watering mouth. Bernice 
could feel the smoothly rounded outline of the lust-swollen penis sliding 
between the hollows of her cheeks, and slowly, hesitantly, she swirled her 
tongue teasingly around the invading penis. The boy groaned above her and 
she reveled in the sense of lewdness it gave her. She'd suck his cock, by 
God! She'd suck it hard and passionately until ... 

"Ohhh, Jeez, Mom! That feels so ... ahhhhh," she heard her son moan. 

Yes, she'd suck him good! She shuddered at the wickedness of voluntarily 
sucking her own son's cock while her husband and their daughter writhed in 
animal-like passion on the floor beside them. Oh! The exquisite madness of 
this uncontrollable lust relentlessly overcoming years of shame and 
suffering. 

Bernice moaned softly around Billy's hardened young cock. She felt his 
hairless loins press against her nose and cheeks, his tight sac of testicles 
swinging gently against her chin with each thrust, and as the previous 
sensations of blatant lust grew again to hotly burn her cunt, nothing 
mattered but the delicious agony of swirling excitement once more searing 
her kneeling body. She took one hand and slid it down her pulsing body to 
the throbbing triangle of golden pubic hair, and then slipped her fingers 
into the wetly open slit of her pussy, hungry now for all she could get. She 
could feel the blood-swollen tip of Billy's penis battering the back of her 
throat as she struggled for air, and finger-fucked herself with the same 
tempo that her husband was now fucking into Beth's passion-stretched young 
vagina. 

A momentary pang of jealousy passed through her as she became gradually more 
aware of what her husband and daughter were doing on the rug beside her, but 
she was too aroused by her own lusts now to pay it much heed. 

Her tongue swished with a vengeance around the rigidly heated prick sliding 
in and out of her mouth, and she moaned submissively from around her red, 
wetly ovalled lips while she groveled on her knees like a love-slave before 
naked young Billy seated above her bobbing head. 

Little Beth Russell saw her mother's lewdly rounded lips nibbling with 
salacious delight as her brother thrust forward with his buttocks, wetly 
sawing his salivaglistening penis in and out of the tightly locking confines 
of her warm, wet mouth. She stared at the tiny ridged flesh pulling back 
from the older woman's lips in an obscene semblance of a tight, hairless 
cunt being fucked, and at the rock-like shaft that was being greedily 
accepted up inside it. She heard a muffled plea from her nakedly kneeling 
mother for Billy to fuck her mouth harder, faster ... Beth was caught 
helplessly by the erotically arousing sight, her passions rising to where 
she bucked up against her own father, feeling the man's pounding cock 
filling her to the utmost and finding she still wanted more ... more! 

"Fuck me, Daddy ... fuck me," she sobbed in frustration into his panting 
mouth. Her shamelessly aroused body felt white-hot and her head flailed 
wildly from side to side on the floor, her mouth open in total abandonment. 
She swung her naked thighs up and clasped them on Harvey Russell's hips with 
the back of her calves, winding her tapered legs all the way around his 
full-grown muscular body. Her ankles locked tightly together high up on his 
back, spiraling her ravenously hungry cunt up to the full slippery length of 
his madly plunging penis. 

"More! More!" the insatiable teenager urged him, her bare feet pounding 
desperately against his humping back. "Fuck me more!" 

"Christ," her father wheezed. "What more can I do? You've already taken 
every inch I've got!" 

Beth was beside herself now kicking her legs out wide into the air and 
waving her arms ineffectually as if trying to grab the answer. And then a 
strange desire overcame the young girl. 

"Daddy, daddy-: . . In the ass. Ohhh, fuck me in the ass!" 

"God," Harvey. gasped. "You sure? You've only just lost your virginity ... 
are you sure that's what you want?" 

"Oh, yes, Daddy, please ... " Her body was no longer human, but more like an 
animal as she twisted and contorted in her frustration, lewdly spreading her 
legs wide apart and spurring on her middleaged father with her heels once 
more digging into his hips. 

Harvey was overcome with lust now by his daughter's sex-crazed request, and 
he reared back, his hardened penis slipping from the clasping confines of 
her sensitive cunt. "All right then, darling! Daddy's gonna show you what an 
ass-fuck feels like! You asked for it - you're going to get it!" 

Yes! Yes!" Beth dug her outstretched fingers greedily into her widely 
quivering cunt, trying to reach the impossible depths which his rigidly 
thrusting cock had produced in her. 

Her father leered down at her with a flushed face, a strange glint in his 
eyes that momentarily froze the girl into stillness. She lay immobile when 
he levered her unresisting legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her 
head, pressing the toes of her feet firmly into the cushions on either side 
of her shoulders. Her tortured young body was nearly bent double, the pain 
of her straining muscles almost unbearable. The glistening flattened crevice 
of her puckering little anus, was presented like a defenseless rosebud for 
him to pluck. 

"Well, little one?" Harvey Russell said softly, feeling a great protective 
wave of feeling for his daughter. "Are you sure you want me to fuck you in 
the ' ass?" 

Beth shuddered, seeing the massive length of his wetly glistening penis 
aiming straight for her tight anal opening. She was torn between the hot 
desire still scorching her nakedly unsatisfied belly and the quick twinge of 
fear that flickered through her drugged thoughts. She pulled her head from 
side to side, tears of passion and indecision streaming down the edges of 
her reddened cheeks. 

"Yes!" she finally hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "Yesss ... Oh, 
yessss!" Fire licked through her tender loins, spurred on by the sheer 
wantonness of her lewd demands. Through lust-glazed eyes she could see her 
mother sucking Billy's long slender cock nearby, and the depraved act only 
served to fan her erotic needs out of control until they were raging in her 
twitching crevice. 

And then the thirteen year old girl felt her father's foreskin being 
stretched as his long, thick shaft was slowly pressured into the. narrow, 
uptilted tunnel of her rectum. There was a momentary pause, then suddenly it 
popped inside, past her tightly clenched muscular barrier. It hurts! she 
groaned to herself. But I don't care! I want it! I want Dad to fuck me 
there! God, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I can see Mom there, sucking my 
brother's penis, reveling in the taste of it and it's making me ... 

"Yeeeoooowwww!" she screamed suddenly, shutting off all her lurid thoughts 
as a violent, shuddering pain wracked through her contorted body. Wih one 
brutal thrust, the older man bored his thick rigid cock far up inside her 
tightly clasping anus, tearing through the hot resisting passage to bury 
himself almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her legs, forcing back even 
further as he flexed again and thrust deeper into her agonizingly stretched 
rectum. The pressure pushed her body down on the rug and prevented her from 
watching the actions of her mother and brother. The father began heaving 
inward with long, sawing strokes now, the warm rubbery walls of Beth's 
rectal passage expanding before his impaling hardness until, ultimately with 
one last powerful lunge, he buried every inch of his hotly throbbing penis 
into her tight little rectum. 

"Ohhhh," the girl moaned. "Ohhhh, too much! Too much!" 

"Relax, my little darling, relax!" Harvey panted his instructions. "Fuck 
her, Dad! Shove it to her!" Billy yelled in obscene encouragement. 

"Oh, I tell you true son, your sister is one sweet baby, stem to stern!" He 
glanced down and saw the upturned reddish slit of her ovaled anus draw back 
with his cock as he started to fuck rhythmically in and out of her belly. At 
first the pressure had been almost unbearable even for him, but now it was 
becoming better, promising to siphon out his sperm with the ferocity of a 
typhoon. He thrust forward again and again, relishing the howling mewl of 
lust coming from the teenage girl's mouth. He'd cum soon, and he wanted to 
feel the torrent of his semen gurgling into the beautifully shaped, 
once-virginal ass of his very own daughter! 

"Fuck back, baby! Fuck back!" 

Numbly Beth obeyed, grinding her obscenely upthrust buttocks against his 
thick pistoning erection. And gradually, Mr. Russell's wildest subconscious 
dream began to come true, as his daughter's tightly resisting anal passage 
slowly became accustomed to the long thick hardness embedded in it, and she 
sensed an increasingly mounting sensation of sharp excitement. Yes ... oh 
yes, she was starting to love this! She was beginning to enjoy this depraved 
sodomizing of her body! She raised her head and stared down between her 
tautly jiggling breasts, just able to see where her father was fucking his 
rigidly pulsing cock so deeply up into her rectum, and she was able to feel 
his sperm-swollen testicles buffeting against the tilted crevice of her 
buttocks with every savage stroke he made into her. 

"Oh, it is wonderful! It isssss!" Beth heard herself moaning frantically, 
and this in turn made her wallow deeper and deeper into the whole degenerate 
orgy. 

"Hump back! Hump back!" Mr. Russell yelled down at her. "Hump your ass, 
little girl!" 

Bernice had been able to see all of the sordid details, and had moaned in 
concert with Beth's moans of agony when Harvey had initially penetrated her 
daughter's defensively puckering little anus. She'd stared in anguish, her 
vision clear as Harvey - sensing the lewdly moaning mother sucking on their 
son's cock wanted to watch every little action - shuffled around so that he 
was at a slight backward angle to the couch. Bernice found herself totally 
absorbed by the obscene spectacle, almost forgetting for a moment that the 
teenage boy was fucking his eagerly jerking penis into her ovalled mouth ' 
while she knelt before him, and she winced with the empathetic pain she was 
sure her budding daughter felt as the older man's hardness screwed 
unmercifully into her rectal passage. 

But then she detected that Beth's cries of pain were subtly changing to low, 
submissive whines, and then to cried-out pleadings which left no room for 
doubt! Her daughter was beginning to revel in the lewd fucking of her 
virginal anus! The sight of her naked child going stark raving mad from the 
wild sodomy filled Bernice with explosive excitement. Seething with newfound 
passion, she sucked the hotly hammering cock in her mouth with increasing 
fury, her left hand caressing the youthful testicles of her son as they 
slapped wetly against her chin, while her right hand continued to finger, 
her own throbbing cuntal slit. 

She glanced past Billy's spasmodically jerking hips, seeing that Beth was 
looking at her again ... and this time a lust-dazed smile passed between 
them. It was a different kind of smile than they'd ever given before, and it 
was a smile which meant more than a thousand explanations. It was a mute 
message that the two were not only physically naked, but soul-naked as well, 
and that they knew what they were now and that it was all right. From now 
on, whatever they did separately or together would be accepted and approved, 
and that nothing could ever come between them again. 

And so, released from all mental pressures, the lovely mother and her 
passionately writhing daughter abandoned themselves to the enrapturing 
embraces of the two male penises in their family fucked into their 
love-starved bodies. Delight flowed through Bernice as she sensed that all 
was well and there was no more need to have the slightest fear or shame in 
what they were doing. She massaged the softly dangling sac of Billy's 
testicles, his hard young shaft completely absorbed between her hungrily 
sucking lips. Her right hand flicked in and out of her wetly quivering 
cuntal slit, and the lewdness of her masturbation swirled maddeningly up 
through her rhythmically jerking thighs. She sensed Billy's growing 
excitement, and sucked harder to end it now and taste for the first time in 
her thirty-four years the pungency of fresh virile male sperm. 

But suddenly, before the nakedly kneeling blonde mother could react, Billy 
pulled his buregoning cock from between her ovalled lips and held the blunt, 
pulsating head about two inches from her mouth. She was unable to protest as 
it began spurting heated streams of his bursting semen deep into her still 
rounded lips like milk spewing from a cow's udder. He filled the warm, wet 
cavern of her welcoming mouth to the brim, and his mother swallowed 
voraciously, trying not to lose any of the wonderfully delicious fluid, her 
own orgasm surging through her and making her gurgle through the white 
liquid in her mouth and throat. As his penis shot out the last of his 
youthful seed, a thin strand of cum ran from the tip of his cock to her 
sperm-gleaming lips, and she desperately moved forward and swallowed the 
slowly deflating shaft greedily back in her mouth. He saw her spasm with her 
own shattering orgasm time and time again as she swished her tongue madly 
and licked his ejaculating young penis of every last delicious drop of the 
cascading cum. The first orgasm of her life - and from her very own son! 

Across the room, her husband suddenly ground heavily into Beth, and the 
teenage girl took up the wailing chant. This time it was for them! The older 
man jerked deep into her hungrily clasping anus, spearing thick jets of his 
adult sperm deep up inside her hotly milking rectal passage. Beth, her 
climax the last to arrive, thrust up her wide-split buttocks on the 
orgasmically expanding penis of her middle-aged father, her every muscle 
contracting as though she were having convulsions. Her nakedly churning 
buttocks flexed .when her orgasm hit, and she screamed, "I'm cumming!" The 
power of her slim, developing body had once again unleashed with ecstasy. 
There was no time, no space, nothing save the unbelievably rapturous 
sensation of her orgasm. She was struck by the spasmodic twitchings of her 
lustfully draining nerves ... until finally, she had emptied herself as well 
as the now dangling testicles of her father ... 

Gradually, the two male Russells withdrew their deflating cocks from the two 
Russell women, and the four of them sprawled nakedly about Roy Logan's 
study, half-comatose from the fantastic releases. Beth lay across the loins 
and chest of her father, her own slender legs wide apart, a tempting view of 
her spermflooded crevice gleaming with matted blonde pubic hair in the 
light. Her mother crawled over Billy to reach her, and cradled her naked 
child tenderly in her arms. 

"I love you, Beth," she said huskily. "I love you, too, Mother," her 
daughter murmured, "all of you ... all my whole family," and she bent 
forward to kiss all of them in turn. 

"Holy Christ!" Harvey Russell sighed. 

"Yeah, Dad, that was one hell of a party," his fourteen year old son agreed. 

And they looked at each other as if for the first time now, knowing they 
would never be parted again, not from each other, and certainly not from the 
new life each had discovered this fateful evening. 

 Chapter 10 

Tricia and Roy Logan stood inside the doorway to the study, smiles of 
satiated contentment on their faces. 

"Well, well, well," Tricia grinned. "so you're finally one big happy 
family!" And the redhead winked quickly at Billy. 

"Well, Tricia," said Harvey in a serious tone of voice, "I guess we all 
learned a lot about ourselves tonight -thanks to you." 

"Yes, Tricia," said Bernice hesitantly, "But..." 

"Yes?" 

"Well, there's still one thing I don't understand ... I mean ... the 
pictures and the blackmail and ... " 

Beth and Billy and Harvey all looked at her with puzzled expressions on 
their faces while Bernice explained how Tricia had actually blackmailed her 
into taking her family to the party. 

"So, what's your question?" the gorgeous redhead asked, her big breasts 
heaving as she sighed with contentment. 

"Well," answered Bernice, "What's in it for you? What did you finally get 
for all your trouble?" 

"Well, maybe I just like to bring people together," Tricia offered, a look 
of true honesty on her face, an expression of gentleness that no one in the 
room had ever seen until now. "Everyone thinks I'm a tyrannical pervert, but 
really I'm not." 

"But why do you go to the trouble of devising such elaborate schemes that 
can really hurt and entrap people?" Harvey asked calmly and without the 
slightest trace of malice in his face or tone. 

"All right, I'll use you all as an example," Tricia began. "When I first got 
friendly with Billy, who I liked because I just happen to find young boys 
very attractive, he would sometimes mention his family in a way that gave me 
the impression that you all weren't very happy together. And I just kind of 
figured that the problem was the same one most families have nowadays - sex. 
So, cruel as it was, I tried to trap you in a position from which you either 
had to take a good look at your own real sexual feelings towards each other 
or, or it was hopeless." 

"Tricia, how could you!" Bernice accused, her anger flaring. 

"It was easy, baby, especially with you," Tricia smiled, "because you were 
horny and wouldn't dare admit it. As for Harvey, he wasn't really as horny 
as he wanted to be, so he blamed it on you, his good old frigid wife. And 
that way he didn't have to admit his attraction to Beth and you didn't have 
to recognize your own desires for Billy ... " 

"Wow! Tricia, I think I see what you're talking about!" Beth suddenly broke 
in, her eyes wide and shining from the excitement of the new ideas she was 
just learning. "All we had to do then was not to be afraid of the feelings 
for each other we had -like Billy and me - we almost did it one night, but 
we got too scared." 

"Right, baby. With love and understanding, anything's okay," Tricia agreed 
with a grin of amusement at Beth's innocent child-like delight with her 
unexpected revelation. 

"I'm all for love and understanding how about a little right now!" Billy 
cheered. 

"Aw, there's no one with energy like a fourteen year old kid," said Harvey 
wearily. "I don't know about you all, but I sure could use a little rest!" 
he laughed heartily. 

And so for the rest of the evening, tired but happy, all six of them lay 
naked glowing in the pale moonlight that flooded into the room. They peered 
out and up into the deep blue-blackness of the night sky full of winking 
white stars, gentle smiles on their faces, and warm love in their hearts. 


End
