The Widow's Children
by Faye Jackson
(LLP-561)


CHAPTER ONE 

Cora Lamston carefully applied a layer of furniture polish to her 
beautifully carved walnut dining table, then began to rub the surface with a 
soft, clean cloth. She didn't care what that feminist on the radio was 
saying about women and housework ... why,-she could almost picture the woman 
who was talking, see so clearly what she must look like. Probably 
overweight, with long, stringy hair, undoubtedly dressed in a grimy t-shirt, 
big breasted and braless. Most likely her face was pitted with acne scars, 
too. What could she know about being a woman ... what could she know about 
how much pleasure it gave Cora to polish the glistening wood of the table 
until she could see her own lovely face reflected in the brownish red tones 
of the perfectly smooth surface.... 

The table was twenty years old and as beautiful as when it was new, when she 
and Larry had picked it out the week before their wedding. 

"Tell me," Cora heard the interviewer ask, "What do you think of people who 
say that all you women's liberationists need is a good roll in the hay?" 
days ... it was disgraceful! 

Roll in the hay . ... Cora didn't hear the feminist's reply. Roll in the 
hay. That's what Larry used to say when he had wanted to make love with her 
... God! How she had hated that part of their married life. 

It had been a year since her husband had died in a plane crash on his way 
back from a business conference in New York. It had been such a painful loss 
for her ... and even more of a crushing blow to the children, Hank and Judy. 
It was especially bad for Hank, she guessed, who at fifteen was two year 
younger than his sister, arid a particularly sensitive youth. 

Cora had been shocked at Larry's sudden death, and for a while had felt as 
lost as a puppy in the woods. But now she was forced to admit to herself 
that it was almost a relief to be alone ... a relief not to have to deal 
with Larry's unbridled lust, with, his constant demands on her cold and 
unresponsive body.... 

"Thank you, Ms. Steiner," the radio announcer said, ending his interview 
with the feminist. "Our next guest is Dr. Ashly Rosenfeld, author of The 
Path of Sexual Bliss." 

Cora wiped the last speck of white haze from the table. Carefully, she 
folded her polishing cloth and placed it neatly in the kitchen cabinet 
beneath the sink, alongside the can of polish. She poured herself a cup of 
coffee from the pot that was warming on the stove, and sat down at the 
kitchen table. She listen to the radio, staring out at the pretty tree-lined 
street where she had lived ever since the first day she was married. 

"Dr. Rosenfeld," the man on the radio was posing was first question. "In the 
introduction to your book, you say that life without sex is like a living 
death ... surely that is a tremendous exaggeration...." 

"No, Mel," Dr. Rosenfeld said. He spoke in a nasal voice, accented in heavy 
New York tones.... 

Cora was finding the radio extremely upsetting this morning. Sex, sex, sex. 
You couldn't get away from it. No wonder her daughter Judy was always 
expressing such horrifying ideas about free love. She was very worried about 
her daughter, worried that she didn't value her precious virginity enough. 
Mother and daughter had been fighting too much lately, all the time it 
seemed. But Cora hated to hear her beautiful child spouting these ridiculous 
ideas she was obviously picking up from the media. 

Cora knew what it was like to be seventeen, and she knew how careful Judy 
had to be or she would ruin her life. Yes, Cora could remember the time when 
she was just a young girl herself, when she had lain under the covers of her 
bed in her pretty pink room, running her hands up and down her smooth, tight 
young body in the dark of night, making her nipples harden and feeling the 
chills running all through her belly. Yes, as he remembered that so clearly 
now, sipping her coffee in the bright sunlit kitchen ... But those are the 
fancies of a young girl ... they had nothing to do with the realities of 
sex.... 

"Everyone has sexuality ... everyone of every age," the New York doctor was 
saying. "Senior citizens and infants...." 

Nonsense! Cora moved to switch off the radio, but her hand froze in mid-air 
as she reached out to extinguish the horrible voice that was filling her 
lovely kitchen with such shocking ideas ... infants! The man was ridiculous! 
Yet in her mind at that moment, freezing her hand before it could touch the 
radio dial, was the clearest memory of the way little Hank's baby penis 
would stand up straight as if in erection, every time she given him his 
bath.... 

This show is disgusting! thought Clara, almost motivated to phone the 
station and give them a piece of her mind for putting on such sheer and 
utter filth.... 

Sex ... sometimes it seemed as if that tiny little work overshadowed 
everything in everyone's life these days ... Then she completed her motion 
as her hand grasped the radio knob and clicked it off. Peace. 

She sipped the last of the warm, rich coffee and went upstairs to shower. 
Goodness! It was almost noon and she was still not dressed. But as she 
slipped off her floral printed robe, she could not help but catch a glimpse 
of her naked body in the full length mirror on the bedroom door. She 
stopped, and stared at it a moment. She was proud of the way, at 
thirty-eight, her body was as firm as it had been when she had married 
Larry. It was a perfect contradiction to the myth that full bodies don't age 
well. Cora was tall, and perfectly proportioned from the top of her curly 
blonde head to the tips of her tiny, well-formed feet. Her breasts were 
still full and firm and large, without a sign yet of sag, despite the fact 
that she had nursed two children. They were beautifully rounded, marbled 
beneath their almost translucent whiteness with tiny bluish veins, standing 
out high and proud above her tiny waist. Her hips rounded out gently then 
tapered down into long, shapely legs. 

She turned on the shower and stepped under the torrents of soothing warm 
water, which caused her nipples to harden. Then she heard the phone ring. 

She decided not to answer it, thinking it was probably that awful man who 
had just moved next door. Norman Miller his name was, and he was supposed to 
be famous, some sort of writer from New York City. Well, she didn't care who 
he was. He seemed to find every excuse in the world to pester her. Borrowing 
a cup of sugar with an ironic grin on his face, bringing over a shirt with a 
button that needed sewing. Finally asking her to go to a show with him. What 
nonsense! Utter nonsense! You'd think she was a teenage girl the way that 
fool was chasing her. And she didn't trust him as far as you could throw 
him. She didn't like, either, the way he looked at Judy, like the wolf 
looked at the sheep. Well, she didn't want any part of Norman Miller, or any 
other man for that matter. She still cherished the memory of Larry and no 
man would take his place ... Larry.... 

It must be all that talk on the radio about sex, she thought, as she 
realized her mind was drifting back, back to a time when she did think sex 
was important, when her body could feel the hot and powerful energy of 
desire coursing through it.... 

Then, in a flood of memory as she stood beneath the shower, it all came back 
to her in torrents of images as powerful as the streams of water that beat 
down on her body. 

Her wedding night. How she had looked forward to it, yet how terrified she'd 
been. Shyly she had gone into the bathroom and put on the lovely white 
nightgown from her trousseau, then crawled under the covers alongside him. 
She had gasped in astonishment and fear to discover that he was already 
naked. Yet as she lay back on the bed, her body began to relax. It was all 
right, he had murmured, they were married now. And she began to want him, 
want him so badly that it actually had hurt inside with a pain that was 
intractable. 

Then, with a low moan, Larry rolled over on his side. He paused for a 
second, then took her hand and placed it on his erect and throbbing penis. 

Cora was scared, yet she marveled at the feeling of his hardened penis in 
her hand. There was an awesome power there, a living thing that seemed to 
have a heart and mind of its own. She could feel the hard, fleshy ridges of 
its length, the soft, rubbery hardness of its head, and tentatively, her 
hand enclosed the trunk and she began gentle little movements, feeling the 
flesh move but not the instrument itself. It was as though the flesh covered 
a warm, flexible steel rod. Larry had moaned with the touch of her hand, 
then his mouth had found hers. Their tongues fought a heated battle for 
supremacy before he, with a strength and near viciousness that she had never 
experienced in him before, had jammed his tongue halfway down her throat. He 
had kept it there, and it seemed to her that his body had tensed as though 
he were trying to say something to her. He moved closer to her and she found 
it difficult to continue the stroking movements because of the proximity of 
their two bodies. 

But after a moment, Larry had relaxed again. He pulled his mouth away and 
began kissing her neck, her shoulders, her ears. Breathlessly, she waited 
for his mouth to find her breasts. She had dreamed about that most of all. 
It was so incredibly sensual, then, when his lips had enclosed her nipples, 
when his teeth bit into her breasts, not painfully but gently. And his 
tongue had not stopped at her breasts. His tongue continued its excursion 
over the virginal flatlands of her abdomen. She had been so lost in the 
wonder of his tongue, the fabulous trail of pure feeling it was leaving 
behind, that she didn't realized for a moment that he had reached the softly 
curling strands of her pubic hair. 

Abruptly, Cora became aware of his intentions. All of her moral upbringing 
suddenly was screaming at her. She knew what Larry was about to do; after 
all, it was mentioned in most of the marriage manuals. And, in spite of the 
approval voiced in a couple of the books, there were several other 
authorities who referred to the act as "perverted." 

"No, darling ... you mustn't," she said, rolling away from him. 

"Why not?" he groaned, his voice guttural with desire. 

"Because." 

"I'd like to do that to you with my tongue ... just once." 

"No!" She couldn't be more emphatic. She felt his hands on her shoulders, 
gently pulling her over to face him again. He gazed down at her and she saw 
the puzzled expression on his face. Wordlessly then, because she didn't want 
to discuss it, she reached up and pulled his lips down to hers. Again, there 
was that savage kiss ... so unlike him ... almost brutal in its intensity 
and force. She felt his hands moving freely over her abdomen, then his 
finger slipping along her moistened cuntal slit bringing with it something 
akin to rapture-exciting, pleasureable, sensual. Cora splayed out her legs 
wider, giving him freer access to her now open vagina, and after a moment 
realized that Larry had out both knees between her wide-spread thighs and 
was forcing them even further apart. He pulled his mouth away from hers and 
croaked, "I want to fuck you." 

The lewd phrase instead of repelling her only brought additional wanton 
excitement to her body-already aflame with desire. And, from what seemed to 
be a great distance, she had heard her own voice responding, "Yes, darling. 
Do it to me. Fuck me!" 

Larry had looked at her in astonishment. He had never seen her like this 
before. Quickly, before she could change her mind, he dropped one hand down 
between their bodies and guided his hard, throbbing cock toward the 
fur-lined, coral-pink pussy lips. 

Cora's eyes widened as she felt, for the first time in her life, the spongy 
thick head of a male cock beginning to part the fleshy, desire-dampened 
layers of her love-starved vagina. She could feel the cock throbbing 
powerfully as it began sensuously stretching the hungrily quivering little 
outer lips. 

She tensed with the first electric contact between his prick and the 
sensitive edges of her fevered cunt; the sensation was so powerful that she 
was immediately shocked out of wanton excitement and back to a realization 
of the awful thing she was permitting him to do. 

For even though they were married now, she felt there was something dirty 
and wrong about what she was allowing them to do. It was as if it were a 
habit, to stop him at this point, for ever since she had known Larry, she 
had been firm in her unswerving resolution to retain the priceless gift of 
her virginity until her marriage night. Yet here it was, her wedding night, 
and still something in her was crying out, "No!" 

Her entire body stiffened, and she reached up, pushing against his chest. 
"No, darling," she moaned. "No, please...." 

"Wh-what?" Larry couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

"Please, darling ... tomorrow...." 

She could tell that Larry was really angry. A look of stern determination 
had crossed his face. "You can't do that to me ... it's too late...." he 
said and pushed forward. 

Cora groaned and cried out as she felt the first really harsh pressure 
against the tightly resisting virginal opening between her thighs, and the 
lewd pressure grew and grew, building up to a point where it was almost 
intolerable. 

"No ... ooooohhhhh, no!" she moaned loudly, trying to twist away from him. 

At that point, Larry had begun to fuck brutally into her tight, virginal 
pussy, pumping and pumping into her, despite her protests. It was terrible 
for her, but she saw that nothing would stop him.... 

She had forced herself to grind her pelvis up to meet his powerful thrusts, 
falsifying an enthusiasm she did not feel, because she knew it was expected 
of her. He was hers now and she did not want to lose him. Then she had heard 
him groan: "I'm cumming. Oh, Jesus ... I'm cumming." 

"Yes, darling," she crooned seductively, wanting to end it as soon as 
possible. "Cum, cum in me now." 

She felt the first hot impatient spurts of his semen wildly spewing out into 
her womb. Then he collapsed atop her. Moments later, he lifted his head and 
asked? "Did you ... too?" 

She lied and nodded her head. And she had lied for the rest of their long 
marriage, until, in the last few years it had become too much of an effort 
and she had tried to avoid his advances as often as she could.... 

God! How it hurt her heart to have lived a lie so long. 

As the memory began to evaporate, she became aware that the hot torrential 
water of the shower was beginning to her arouse her in a way she hadn't felt 
in years. Quickly, she turned it off and jumped out of the stall, drying 
herself briskly with a towel. 

Suddenly, she heard the front doorbell ring, and she threw on her robe, 
tying it around her waist, as she ran downstairs to see who was there. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Can I borrow a corkscrew, baby?" 

Cora tried to smile politely, but the smile froze on her face at the sight 
of Norman Miller, grinning crookedly at her. She could feel him looking 
right through her robe and unsconsiously she pulled it tighter around her. 
His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at her bosom, and she could feel odd 
little currents of electricity as his eyes wandered down to her thighs. 

"W-what do you want?" she stammered. 

"I shall repeat," he said, holding up a bottle of wine. "I, would like to 
borrow a corkscrew for my breakfast." 

Cora was horrified. Breakfast! Why, it was almost noon, and alcohol first 
thing in the day, no matter what time, was about as degenerate as anything 
she'd ever heard of. Yet the sight of him standing there, looking at her in 
that way, had unnerved her somewhat. Despite herself, she had to admit that 
he was an awfully attractive man. 

God! What a strange morning. She felt so off balance. All that talk on the 
radio about sex, sex, sex ... and then the tiny flames of passion that had 
begun to lick at her belly as she remembered her wedding night so long 
ago.... 

Without waiting for an invitation, Miller walked past her and into the 
house. God! He made her nervous. She led him to the kitchen and took a 
corkscrew from the top drawer of her utility cabinet. 

"There you are , Mr. Miller ... Now, good day." 

"It certainly is a good day," he grinned, placing the bottle between his 
legs and pulling on the cork. Cora had to turn away, it looked so obscene, 
that bottle sticking up from between his legs like ... like ... Oh God! Her 
hands were trembling now, as a strange energy began to fill her body, making 
her feel like she might explode. 

He looked at her, still grinning. "You know, this liquid breakfast sure 
beats soft boiled eggs." 

"I ... I don't know about you, Mr. Miller, but I've been up and working for 
hours and I was just about to have lunch ... " 

"Don't mind if I do...." 

The nerve, Cora thought, but she was too polite to send him away. 

"Join me in a toast to the new day?" he asked. 

Cora rarely drank, especially in the daytime, but she was so nervous she 
didn't know what would still the trembling of her hands as she opened the 
refrigerator and took out a package of ham, some lettuce, and a jar of 
mayonnaise. 

Norman Miller was making himself quite at home, rummaging through her 
cupboards until he found a pair of wine glasses. He filled them both, then 
handed her one as she stood at the cutting board and made ham sandwiches. 
She took a sip of the smooth, white wine, feeling the alcohol spreading a 
comforting warmth through her body, calming her and making her feel an 
unfamiliar and somewhat frightening sensuality radiating from her 
sex-starved body. Miller had downed the glass quickly, and poured himself 
another. He sensed something different about her today, something that made 
him feel that maybe this was the day he could get somewhere with the 
prudish, but incredibly attractive widow. 

Norman Miller watched like a panther peers at its prey, as Cora placed the 
sandwiches on her pretty bone China and brought them over to the kitchen 
table. His eyes travelled over her full, firm figure. Shit! he thought. A 
waist that he could span with his own two hands and those breasts that 
looked like big melons, juicy and ripe, and what a luscious pair of thighs! 
Ooooh, how he'd like to rub his cock between their creamy softness. For a 
middle-aged widow she was quite a woman. And he sensed she had a wild hot 
streak in her that was yet to be tapped. 

Norman Miller drank steadily, insisting that Cora keep up with him. She 
began to relax still more and her mind grew rather fuzzy. There were tasks 
to take care of, Hank and Judy would be home from school. But she felt 
paralyzed by the alcohol and the compelling presence of the handsomely 
virile writer. And she didn't stop him when he reached out and patted her 
hand.... 

Then, suddenly, she looked at the darkly attractive man across from her and 
a panicky feeling ran through her belly. 

"Mr. Miller...." she said, standing abruptly and clearing the plates from 
the table...."I have a lot to do and I ... I think you'd better go...." 

"Don't fight it, baby...." 

"Don't fight what?" she asked, growing nervous at something she found 
undefinable. At that moment, she felt she would do anything if only he would 
leave her house, leave her sight ... 

"Why, you little tease!" he exclaimed, a playfully ironic grin on his lips. 

Suddenly she found herself screaming at the stranger. "Get out! Get out of 
my house!" She was horrified to hear her own shrieks, but she felt as if the 
whole world had suddenly flown out of control, like a saucer flying through 
the air and smashing to bits like a firecracker. 

"Come here, bitch," Miller suddenly said, his voice hoarse and rough. He 
stood up and pulled her close to him, the hardened shaft of his wildly 
pulsing cock prodding into the soft flesh of her abdomen. 

Cora was panicked. The manly writer had aroused feelings in her that she 
kept buried for years. All through her marriage she had denied the sexual 
side of love. To her it had been messy, something painful ... never really 
enjoyable. Sex was something she had to endure-but now.... 

Things were wildly out of control. She had allowed her tapering thighs to 
spread somewhat, allowing his hand to rummage there, between her legs, his 
hand worming its way inside her robe and finding the still flaccid tip of 
her clitoris, hidden down between the soft, fleshy folds of her pussy. 

"Norman ... please...!" she muttered, suddenly wanting him fiercely, wanting 
his ruggedly muscular body pressing against hers. Yet it ran contrary to 
every moral principle she had lived by. Her mind was disgraced by the 
behavior of her body. 

Cora caught her breath as he suddenly leaned down, his mouth closing over 
the shivering nakedness of her ripely full breast which he had exposed from 
under her robe. At the same time, one of his hands was untying her belt, and 
she was vaguely aware of her robe falling open completely, then somehow, 
slipping off her shoulders to the floor, where it puddled around her feet. 

His arms held her tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around the 
quivering pink bud of her hardened nipple and his teeth nipped at the 
sensitive tips, sending chilling promises of pleasure throughout her tense 
body. For the moment, she was breathlessly absorbed by the sensations, and 
she was hardly aware of his clawing fingers digging into the tenderly 
rounded flesh of her buttocks. 

"Oooohhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh! Darling, please ... I ... we...." 

Miller had little time for her prudish games. Who did she think she was, the 
bloody queen of England ... What was the goddamn big deal with this cunt? 
Well, he'd show her, he'd fuck her until the teasing little bitch begged him 
to fill her belly with every ounce of cum in his body! 

He grabbed her by the hand, dragging her naked into the living room, where 
they fell, wrestling, to the soft carpet of the floor. 

"Noooooo! Not this way ... Please!" She screamed as his mouth on her breasts 
suddenly felt like it was sucking her inside out, his teeth biting cruelly 
at the quiveringly aroused nipples, leaving tiny indentations as a symbol of 
his enraged lust. Cora was on her back with Miller on top, pinning her 
helplessly beneath his strong body. She couldn't even twist out from under 
him as he locked one knee between her whitely straining thighs. Miller paid 
no attention, continuing his wildly arousing actions despite her protests. 
For though she was crying out no, her body was screaming yes, yes, fuck me, 
fuck me, fuck me! 

This was what Miller loved more than anything else in the world, more than 
his writing and more than his liquor-he loved the power of being overcome 
with lust. He was lost in his mad desire for this voluptuous woman beneath 
him! He was a wild primitive, hungry for the loins of this gorgeous 
creature. Feeling the silky smoothness of her resiliantly curling pubic 
hair, Miller slipped his middle finger down into the softly quivering flesh 
of her pussy, searching desperately for the tightly clenched opening he had 
to have! Oh Jesus, yes! 

A helpless confusion engulfed the beautiful widow as she felt her neighbor 
groping for her naked vagina. Cora tried to clamp her legs together, wanting 
to close off access to her heatedly aroused body, but her movement lost its 
force and she felt her pussy being lewdly stroked as Miller's middle finger 
probed into the defenseless hair-lined lips, seeking to invade the narrow 
passage to her womb. She felt nothing but anguish, even when his finger 
brushed across her slowly awakening clitoris, hardened now, throbbing madly 
against her will. 

"Oooohhhhhh! Please! Mr. Miller!" She moaned when his fingers dug hotly into 
the tender flesh around the opening to her womb. 

The famous author looked down at her. He had had four wives and countless 
women, yet this woman's body turned him on like no woman had in a long time. 
Just the sight and feel of this cloistered housewife made his heart pound. 
The softly flowering cunt was tight, almost virginal, even after two kids. 
He worked his way down between the soft hair-lined lips, worming it inside 
the warm, fleshy passage in a hurried attempt to prepare it for his madly 
throbbing cock. Cora's moans drove him still further into a frenzy, as 
Miller drove his middle finger in and out of the tight, restricting passage 
with rhythmically primitive thrusts. Greedily, he continued to suck and pull 
and the smoothly erotic flesh of her full, lush breast with his voracious 
mouth. 

Then Cora heard the unmistakable hissing sound of his zipper, and she felt 
him working his pants off his leanly muscular hips and down his legs. She 
looked up at the passion-contorted mask of his face as he held her, a 
prisoner of sex, to the floor. All that she could see was the blindly 
blazing lust in his eyes, and then the giant pulsing erect penis that stood 
out straight from his hairy loins, pointing directly at her nakedly exposed 
vagina. He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to 
feast, and Cora began to shake violently. 

"Please ... Oh please ... Waitttt! Don't! ... Be gentle!" she moaned. God! 
She had never seen a man so out of control with passion and it was crazily 
exciting to her. She stared closely at the throbbing length of his huge 
cock, as if seeing a man for the first time. The top was thick and purple, a 
huge bulbous head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She 
could see the long shaft -lined with a road-map of blood-filled veins which 
pounded with his heartbeat. The entire long column protruded like a great 
battering ram from the densely thick forest of black pubic hair covering his 
loins. The twin sacs holding his balls were drawn up tightly between his 
hairy thighs, and she imagined the sperm inside pounding and anxious to be 
released. Visions came into her head of the huge member spurting out 
white-hot cum deep up inside her from the dilated tip, and she felt her 
inner organs tremble in heated anticipation. 

Norman Miller was frantically excited, the alcohol and prolonged desire 
making him impatient as a hot and horny teenager. In spite of his achingly 
demanding balls, he hesitated to carefully examine the sensually tight pussy 
nestled neatly between Cora's smooth, white thighs. There was something 
about her cunt that he'd ever fucked. It was crazy that this middle-class 
housewife's cunt held him so enthralled. The silky-smooth golden pubic hair 
lining the narrow slit of her pussy was interesting in itself, and where it 
parted around the tight, pinkly pursed opening were gathered tiny beads of 
moisture. It looked absolutely untouched, like a new glove made for his cock 
alone. There was immense satisfaction in knowing that probably only one 
other man had ever plumbed those clinging depths. The waiting pussy looked 
as though it had a life all its own, ready and waiting to massage the 
throbbing length of his penis until it had milked all of the swarming 
waiting sperm from his bursting body. It was the most sensual sight he had 
ever seen. Oh, Jesus, yes! He had to have it right away! Now! 

Shifting his weight to one side, the wildly aroused author took his hardened 
penis in his hand, and moved his hips forward until the thick, rubbery flesh 
of the purple head made light contact with the sweet female warmth of her 
cunt. Using his cock like a wedge, he moved it up and down the hair-lined 
slit until he had parted the soft little inner lips, exposing the thin 
vertical slit of her cunt-mouth. She moaned when he lightly touched the 
bulbous head to her partly aroused clitoris and Miller felt an aching echo 
in his own chest, a sign that she was ready to be fucked. He poised, cock 
positioned over the coral opening of her cuntal passage, readying himself 
for the long-awaited drive into the moistly warm depths that were now to be 
his. 

Horrified at the position she found herself in, yet totally overcome by her 
wildly aroused passions, Cora began to lose contact with everything, even 
her immediate surroundings. She was barely aware now that she was on the 
soft, white carpet of her own familiar living room as she lay wantonly 
pinned beneath his hotly writhing body. All she could clearly understand was 
her own hungry nakedness, spread-eagled out under the mammoth penis about to 
plunge into the depths of her hotly churning belly. Oh God! It was all so 
crazy! 

She raised her head up off the floor, looking down over the hardened tips of 
her swollen breasts to her wide-spread thighs. She shuddered. The lips of 
her small pussy were parted, the hair-lined flesh, speared with the thickly 
purple head of his long, throbbing column. It was poised and ready to drive 
up inside her body. Dear God, she thought, it couldn't fit! It was much too 
big! "Please!" she moaned. "Nooooo, nooooo! Pleeeeeeease! Ohhhhhh, 
Gooooooddddddddd!" 

Her cunt was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his 
insistent pressure. His aching cock was ramrod hard and stiff, and just the 
excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot, unattainable little 
cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out 
wider, he knew that the moment had come, and with a low grunt and a heavy 
shove forward, his cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the opening to 
her warmly clasping cuntal walls. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" The excitement caught in Cora's throat as she 
felt the giant head of his hotly pulsating penis thrust inside her. Looking 
down over the tops of her firmly rounded breasts, the beautiful widow could 
see that only an inch of the long, hotly throbbing column had penetrated her 
body. It was utterly hopeless! She'd die right here in her own living room, 
from the shame of having succumbed to these sinful passions. 

The tightly clasping passage around the end of his bulging penis served only 
to excite him more, and Miller could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of 
his cock sending urgent signals of pleasure deep inside his naked belly. It 
felt so God damned good! He had to bury it all the way! He knew that she was 
totally in his power now, and with a deep grunt, he shoved himself forward 
hard again to drive his penis farther up into her nakedly trembling body. 

"Ooooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhh! Noooooo!" she cried, while her body was screaming 
yes! She was totally consumed with passion now, writhing wildly against his 
hard, muscular belly. 

Norman Miller thought his hotly pulsating cock was going to explode any 
second! The glove-like velvety feeling of her pussy around his slowly 
sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of pleasure-power to 
his brain, that he'd have to do something quickly to keep himself from 
cumming before he got all the way up inside her. Christ! It had to be all 
the way inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming sperm. 
Forcefully, he shoved hard with all his strength to drive his cock to the 
maximum depth of her writhingly stretched vagina. It ploughed forcefully 
down the wet-warm passage until it smacked hard up against the cushiony 
end-tip of her cervix." 

"Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh!" Cora felt on fire, as if a gaint hot 
iron had been plunged into her belly, and the feeling of being completely 
filled by his mammoth penis made her lose control completely. She raised her 
disheveled blonde head to look down between their lewdly straining bodies. 
His dark thick pubic hair was tangled tightly together with the lighter 
blonde hair of her wide-splayed pussy, and it staggered her imagination to 
believe that his throbbingly giant cock was now buried all the way up inside 
her hotly accepting body. 

The pressure in his balls was getting out of control, but Miller fought off 
his tremendous desire to cum. Christ! The sensation of having his whole long 
cock in the warm depths of her slickly clasping cuntal passage was 
incredible! Flexing his cock several times he heard Cora moan in reaction. 

Hell! He couldn't wait! Pulling his hips back slowly at first, he drew back 
the wetly glistening hardness from the hot depths of her womb until only the 
thickly swollen head remained inside, then with a rush he plunged it 
unerringly back into the warm buttery depths of her wetly clasping cunt. 

"Ooooohhhhh! Pleeeeeeeease! God! OH! OH! AAAAHHHHHH!" She chanted, 
dissolving mindlessly into the cauldron of her steaming passion, as she felt 
the wildly aroused writer begin to thrust rhythmically into her loins with 
long, smooth strokes of his madly excited penis. And Cora was aware now only 
of the burning flame in the pit of her belly. 

The tight, smooth liquidity of her cuntal walls seemed to part before and 
wrap warmly around Miller's hard, driving cock as he shoved his hips forward 
in a powerful downward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he 
could to make up for all the frustrating nights since he had moved next door 
that he had longed to do it to her. Each deep, swift-moving plunge of his 
long column was a tremendous release of his pent-up emotions. 

The helplessly aroused widow was squealing and groaning loudly with each 
stroke of her neighbor's wildly throbbing cock. He looked down at her 
beautiful writhing body as he rammed his way hotly into the nakedly 
clenching little hole up between her open thighs. Her shapely legs were 
locked up around his hips, making it hard work for him to fuck her as fast 
as he wanted. Miller could clearly see the inner pinkness of her tightly 
clinging cuntal lips as his flehsy moistened cock slid hotly up into her 
flowered open depths. 

The outer elastic-like ring of tenderly giving flesh seemed to flow in with 
his instroke, and then it would roll back out as he withdrew his excitedly 
pistoning cock. The hot little cunt was clasping his cock so tightly that he 
could feel his blood swirling around all the way up inside his balls and he 
fucked deeply down into the velvety animated depths of her cunt with such 
force that her buttocks lifted up off the floor. His balls swung free, 
slamming against the open crevice of the softly rounded moons with a loud, 
lewd smacking noise, and her breasts bounced upward. The curling blonde hair 
was spilling all around her head as she rolled from side to side, and Oh 
God! There'd never been a more sensual woman! 

The clear blue eyes were staring up as though she should see nothing, but 
her tongue flashed out through red, parted lips as if searching for air. 
Miller, aroused even more by her panting, worked his hands down under the 
smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks to cup them hungrily up ever tighter 
to his powerful thrusts. 

For a moment, she remembered she was doing something horribly lewd and 
forbidden, and she tried hopelessly to shut out the growing sensations in 
her womb. Raising her head again, she looked down between her full ripe 
breasts at the huge male penis sliding in and out of her wide-stretched 
vagina. It was wet and glistening from her copiously flowing cuntal juices 
as it pulled from the whiteness of her belly, and it plunged up inside 
again, she could feel his large sperm-filled balls smack hard into her 
roundly upturned buttocks just before the hard, fleshy column was completely 
filling her again! He drove up in between her widespread thighs with such 
force that she felt it like a shock wave running through her body, and her 
softly throbbing breasts were shaking wildly from the impact. It actually 
felt good, too good, but it looked so obscene, she thought helplessly. 
Norman Miller was having his will with her body. She was being fucked! Yes, 
fucked! without the sacrament of marriage by a man she hardly knew, a man 
who played with sex the way some men play with dice. 

Cora's buttocks felt warm and soft in Norman Miller's hand, and he imagined 
the tiny puckered orifice hidden teasingly and mysteriously up between their 
hotly trembling cheeks, just below the tight fleshy warmth of her cunt. 
Extending his middle finger, he pushed in between her trembling asscheeks, 
feeling the smooth, hairless skin of the softly yielding valley leading to 
her anus. He wanted to touch it, feel the tight texture of her asshole with 
his finger, and make her react. The tip of his middle finger made contact 
with the tightly puckered little opening and he pushed hard against it, 
eliciting a moan of surprised response. The elastic-like ring of warmly 
pulsating flesh seemed to loosen and tighten in time to the fucking of his 
cock in and out of her cunt just above it, and the burly author twisted it 
around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the rubbery mouth 
of hairless little anus. 

"Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Cora groaned, as she felt a strange excitement at the 
teasing probing of her every sexual opening. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped when suddenly he pressed again and 
slipped his finger hard into the tightly resisting orifice, his finger 
sinking all the way up inside and held tightly by the clinging warmth of her 
rectum. He could feel the hardness of his cock sawing in and out of her 
tightly clasping cuntal passage through the thinly dividing membrane 
separating the two passages, and he probed further driving his finger again 
and again into the rubbery hot depths of her ass hole. 

Cora was astonished at the pleasure coursing through her body and she 
twisted her buttocks back onto his middle finger without really 
understanding why. He suddenly shoved his finger down until his palm was 
pressed hard against her wide-spread buttocks, his second assault deep 
inside the hot, forbidden depths of her rectum. Almost immediately, the 
finger sawed in and out of her anal passage in time to the intense motion of 
the thick, long cock in her cunt. She squirmed on the floor beneath him, 
overwhelmed by the vibrant pleasures filling her loins. She felt an 
unbelievable aliveness permeate her very being. It was a discovery of the 
growing burning sensations in her womb that seemed to emanate from her 
entire body as it became more and more intense. She could feel her hotly 
aroused clitoris beating with pleasures that danced electrically over every 
nerve in her body, and somehow she knew that it was going to get better and 
better. Almost magically, she was working her hips up and down in the 
frenzied passion that overwhelmed her. "Aaaaahhhh! Ooooohhhhh! 
Yyyyesssssss!" She mewled with newly discovered pleasure echoing in her 
passionately writhing cunt. Slowly she was beginning to respond to his 
fucking. The warm, strong muscles in her rectum began to slowly, hesitantly, 
pull and work at his screwing finger, wanting it deep as he drove it through 
the vise-like tightness of her anus. Her whole body was coming to life, her 
buttocks grinding under the smoothly steaming plunges of his hugely beating 
member, then raising themselves up to his deepest thrusts. Now she was 
gripping his hips tightly between firmly locked thighs as if not wanting him 
to ever leave her. She pulled her legs up, opening her loins even wider to 
his hard thrusts, and arched her hips up to meet him, twisting and mewling, 
enchanted by the hard fleshy column shoved deep in her wildly burning cunt. 

"Ooooohhhh! Godddd! Yesssss!" 

It was too much! Suddenly, processes were set in motion that she couldn't 
stop. She was wildly wanton, squirming passionately beneath him, and his 
balls, suddenly and without warning, exploded like hand grenades! The white 
hot cum began its sensational rush toward the blood-filled head of his cock. 
Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper 
up inside her clenchingly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his 
head up as the first pleasurable blast of his climax burst into her cunt! He 
couldn't hold it back, and his cock swelled up to huge proportions as it 
fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous jerks. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhh! Gooddddddd! I'm ... I'mmmmmmmmmmm...!" the crazily 
twisting widow felt the hot blast of liquid strike far up into the 
convlusive depths ofher belly and thrilled to the sensation of the hugely 
swollen penis as it jerked and throbbed out again and again, firing its 
flaming jets deep up inside her hungrily clasping cunt like armies in the 
night! It had suddenly triggered an emotion she'd thought she was incapable 
of, a startling realization that she was able to cum! Her mind swam with a 
thousand lewd images as she kicked her legs out impossibly wide, jamming her 
cunt up hard into Norman Miller's loins as her belly began to explode in 
response to his obscenely spewing instrument. The finger buried deep in her 
rectum seemed only to instensify everything she felt, and she wanted it all, 
again and again and again! 

"Ooooohhhh' honey!" Miller groaned as his balls seemed to shoot right on 
past the head of his cock. It was himself deep within the depths of her 
tightly clasping cunt! The hot liquid surrounding his throbbingly pulsating 
member suddenly gushed out around the thick base, soaking his pubic hair 
before running slowly down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks over his 
deeply buried finger in her anus. His cock was like an insane beast spitting 
at its prey, filling Cora's trembling pussy with his churning hot cum until 
it overflowed, mingling together with the whitely cascading juices of her 
own orgasm. At that moment they were one, coupled in a steaming mass of 
passion that Cora had never known exited before. 

"Ooooooooh God, darling.! Ooooooh God!" She groaned and grunted as her belly 
rippled with the pleasure she had tried to deny herself, and she was lost in 
the frenzied heat of complete sexual enlightenment. She was suspended for 
several moments on a precipice of teetering ecstasy, her cunt welded hotly 
to the hard, fleshy column squirting hot liquid into her belly, and she 
could no longer deny the sheer exquisite pleasure it gave her. She was a 
woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had occurred, and she wanted 
it to go on forever ... and ever. 

For several moments, his cock continued spewing out his whitely flowing 
sperm, filling her passage with lewd spasms of erotic delight as it 
travelled up the full lust-engorged length of his rod, then splashing out 
the dilated tip to strike wetly back against her cervix. But then, he was 
exhausted, spent, and his arms felt like they could no longer hold anything. 
He fell heavily, like the dead, on top of Cora's naked body, still writhing 
wildly in ecstasy, pulling his finger noisily from her anus as he collapsed 
on top of her. 

It was over, but she didn't want to stop! Grinding her slippery buttocks 
frantically against his deflating cock, she tried to milk more life from his 
semen-drained balls, but it was no use. Slowly the spasms in her belly died 
down, and with their dying she remembered the way she had been so selfishly 
assaulted. Her excitement had made her forget her anger at his insensitive 
seduction of her. 

"Not a bad advertisement for myself," he said finally, with that detestable 
irony of his. And only then did she realized that she felt wrong. Her body 
suddenly began to ache instead of tingle with pleasure. She moaned, feeling 
the softness of his deflated cock still trapped limply up inside her 
stretched vagina. Something inside her told her to be hurt and angry, and 
she looked into his eyes while beginning to sob. 

"Get out of here, go away, get out of my house!" she shrieked suddenly, the 
words coming out like sharp blades intended to injure. 

What a crazy broad, Miller thought. Gets the best damned fucking of her life 
and then wants to throw me out.... 

He rolled off her body, his cock pulling from her cunt with a soft, wet 
whooshing noise. A thin string of cum clung to the tip of his satiated 
penis, running like a web to the thing blonde strands of her pubic hair as a 
lewd reminder of his recently unleahed orgasm. 

He stood up and looked down at her like the king of the hill, and the look 
in her eyes told him that nothing could mollify her right then. 

What a fucking hypocrite he thought. Shit! 

He pulled on his pants and quickly slipped into his shirt. 

"Well, so long, babe," he said, and on the way out the door, he stopped at 
the refrigerator and helped himself to a beer. 

After that struggle with the priggish bitch, he needed it! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Judy Lamston was the image of her mother. At seventeen, she already had her 
mother's full ripe breasts, with a youthfully perky lift to Her long blonde 
hair reached halfway down her back, framing a face which was innocently 
sensual, with clear blue eyes and a full, pouting mouth. Her long, shapely 
legs were bare beneath her short denim skirt, and her tiny, sandal-encased 
feet, had their toenails painted in a sultry pink. 

Norman Miller saw her coming up the street as he left the Lamston house. Uh 
oh. It'd be trouble for Cora if her kid found her sprawled naked on the 
living room floor. I'd better create a little distraction here. 

"Hey, little flower?" he called out in greeting to the young girl, and the 
strange phrase caused her to giggle. 

"Oh, hi, Mr. Miller. How are you?" 

"Well, to tell you the truth ... I've got a little problem ... " 

"Oh dear," she said sweetly, "Is there anything I can do to help?" 

"Well, as a matter-of-fact, there is...." he said, mulling over a very 
clever idea in his head. "Come on over to my house and have some coffee and 
I'll tell you about it!" 

"Gee, Mom always worries if I'm late after school ... I'd better go tell 
her." 

"Aw, you can phone her from my house." 

"Great!" she exclaimed, and began walking, alongside him, towards his house. 

Judy felt a keen sense of anticipation, but she wasn't sure why. There was 
just something about him, just something unexplainable about their new 
neighbor, that made her nervous and giddy with excitement every time she saw 
him. He was so different from anyone else that had ever lived on the street, 
with his longish curly black hair, and his craggy face that looked like it 
had seen a thousand things in a thousand exotic places. Ooooooh! It just 
gave her all kinds of chills to walk alongside him. 

On the outside, Norman Miller's house looked just like everyone else's, 
pretty white cottage with a neatly trimmed lawn and hedges around the border 
of the front yard. But inside. Wow! Judy had never been in a room that was 
so exotic looking ... Inside was a modern iron fireplace that looked some 
sort of space capsule painted orange, and in front of it on the floor was a 
tiger skin rug. 

"Wow!" the young girl exclaimed. "Is that a real tiger?" 

"It was, once, but cannibals and christians love to hunt ... I killed it for 
its beauty...." 

Judy thought the writer had a curious way of talking, but it was 
interesting, appealing. Only she never knew quite how to answer him. Next to 
the rug was a low, round table of ebony, and it was surrounded by large, 
colorful silk and velvet pillows. There was a strange piece of sculpture on 
the table and Judy didn't know what to make of it, though she could not take 
her eyes from it. It looked like some sort of little god, an idol, and it 
was in the clutches of a monstrous looking octopus. 

Miller made himself comfortable on the cushions and looked at the voluptuous 
young thing in his living room ... God! this blonde beauty was the American 
dream, an incredible teenage love goddess right here in the middle of spam 
plastic suburbia. 

"Tell me," he said, "what kind of thoughts cross your mind, little goddess?" 

"W-what?" 

He laughed. "Writers are strange people and we ask strange questions," he 
said. 

Judy wondered what she should answer. She knew she couldn't tell him what 
she thought of when she watched her handsome math teacher moving like a 
graceful lion in the front of the classroom ... or what she thought about as 
she ran her hands over her voluptuous body at night until she felt a 
tingling between her legs that she thought would make her go crazy.... 

"Don't bother to answer," he said, still laughing. "I have a problem, as I 
told you, and I really need your help." 

Judy leaned forward, listening intently, as Miller began to explain his 
predicament. 

"You see, I'm working on a novel about a young girl who goes to Africa ... 
Her father is a strange man, a hunter, and he takes her along ... Now, you 
must realize an African safari is about as far as you can get from a nice 
middle-class suburb like this one ... and her reactions to things ... oh, 
not just the wild animals and the hunting and killing, but to the natives as 
well, are difficult for me to accurately guage...." 

"Um hmmm ... sounds really interesting, though...." She looked up at him 
inquiringly with her clear blue eyes. "But how can I help you with your 
novel? I've never been to Africa." 

"Well," he said, standing up and walking over to a bar that appeared to be 
made of elephant tusks, "first, how about a little drink...." 

Suddenly, Judy felt daring. "Sure, I'd love one," she said. 

She saw him pull out a strange looking earthenware bottle and pour from it a 
thick amber liquid. It tasted sweet when she sipped it and in a moment she 
had finished the glass. "Like it, kid?" 

"Mmmmmm," she said. "What is it?" 

"Satsanga," he told her. "I thought it was appropriate for us this 
afternoon. It's an African beverage, from Kenya." What he didn't tell her 
was that it was also the world's most powerful aphrodesiac. Christ! Miller 
just couldn't resist the chance. A mother and daughter in one afternoon. 
Shit! He could almost smell her tight little hymen! He hadn't popped a 
cherry in years, though her mother was almost as tight. But God, Judy would 
be even more of a conquest. 

As he, too, sipped the satsanga, he could feel his cock beginning to strain 
against his undershorts as he gazed with increasing fervency at the nubile 
girl, his mind devilishly churning with lascivious and devious thoughts as 
to how to bring her under his control ... And his story about help on his 
book was an incredible brainstorm.... 

"How are you feeling," he asked. 

Judy started to put down the glass on the table. "I better not have any 
more, Mr. Miller. It feels sort of ... warm in my stomach." 

"That's the way it's supposed to feel. Have another swallow or two and I'll 
get the photos I'm using for my research." 

In a moment he returned with a manila envelope. 

"I took these pictures in Africa last summer, along the Barbary Shore and 
further into the interior. There are shots in here of tribes that have nevfr 
been photographed before. I got them all with the help of a man named Umoto, 
a white negro ... an albino. The natives worshipped him and he worshipped 
the wild turkey." 

"He worshipped a bird?" she asked incredulously. 

"No, honey. A bourbon. We got along just dandy." 

Judy didn't really understand what this strange man was all about, but his 
banter put her at ease. She raised the glass to her mouth again, the warm 
sweetish liqueur coursing down her throat. She turned her head to smile at 
him, her tongue flicking over her lips to catch the last delicious drops of 
satsanga. 

The middle-aged writer fiddled with the envelope, while Judy, warmed by the 
strange, sweet liqueur, snuggled back on the cushions, feeling a warm glow 
all over. Norman Miller made her feel strangely excited, as if there was 
something magnetic in his powerful masculine presence. He was so attractive, 
she thought, so worldly.... 

He had a photograph before him on the table now. Judy looked down and saw it 
was a picture of a group of brown-skinned boys and girls doing some kind of 
wild dance. And they were all naked! The girl's taut breasts were small and 
tight with coal black hard nipples in jouncing eroticism, and the boys had 
stiffened young penises jutting from their hairless loins in boar is pursuit 
of the girls.... 

"M-Mr. Miller!" Judy gasped in wonder and surprise. 

"Perfect!" said Norman Miller. "All I need from you are your reactions, the 
reactions of a typical American girl to an African fertility rite." 

The virilely handsome author cleared his throat and pulled out another 
picture. This one was even more erotic in content. The seventeen-year-old 
high school girl was dumbfounded by the extremely detailed picture of two of 
the native girls clasping two slender young cocks, obviously in the act of 
massaging them. In return, their own buttocks were thrust out behind them as 
if awaiting some other salacious joy. 

"No older than you, Judy," the writer beside her said in a low, caressing 
tone. "Just like you, my dear, budding with nubile vitality, eager for 
pleasure that you now only sense exists for you." 

Now a third picture had been taken from the envelope, even before Judy was 
able to gain her breath from the previous one. A brown-skinned girl, who 
couldn't have been much older than thirteen, was being taken from the rear, 
and Judy could see clearly that a boy's stiffened cock was sliding into the 
tenderly stretched ring of her rectum! The young girl had her mouth open in 
a silent cry of ecstasy.... 

"What do you think," Miller asked her, his mouth hotly close to her ear. 

"It-it's disgusting ... they're just like animals...." 

"Wonderful," Miller laughed. "That's just the way I've had my little 
heroine, Marilyn, react." 

"Well, what else would anyone think ... it-it's perverted!" 

"Only in the eyes of a person who'd been taught to think so. Our society 
says no, taboo; their says it's all right for a boy and his sister to enjoy 
one another in carnal delight!" 

"His sister?" Judy gasped. Her head swam with confusion, and she clenched 
her eyes tightly shut, uselessly trying to blot out the image that was 
filling her mind's eye of her brother, as she had seen him accidentally the 
other morning, naked in the bathroom, when the sight of his bare buttocks 
and the cock protruding out from his leanly muscular thighs, had caused her 
breath to come quicker and that strange tingling to begin again between her 
legs ... like she could feel it now! 

"Here is the same brother and sister," Miller was explaining, as he pulled 
another photograph from the envelope. 

It was a picture of the same girl being rammed in her thinly etched pussy 
with its delicate fringe of curly black hair by her brother's hard erection. 
The portrait reminded Judy of a bullfight, of a matador on the horn of a 
bull. But the lewd sight was having involuntary effects on her 
satsanga-dulled brain and obscene sensations were beginning to slowly course 
through her blood in spite of her horror at what she was viewing. 

The picture were causing Judy to squirm slightly, and she pressed her thighs 
together in an effort to hold down a hot, impatient tingling that was 
mounting unwantedly in her loins. 

Norman Miller squeezed her shoulder, pressing the impressionable girl closer 
to his muscular chest which was exposed under his partially opened shirt. 
Judy shuddered responsively from his touch, an aching hunger which had begun 
but which had never been satisfied when she'd fingered herself at night, was 
now returning to her belly, spreading upwards to the nipples of her 
hardening, breasts. The older author dropped his hand still lower and gently 
teased one breast through the cloth of her blouse and skirt. The teenager 
groaned, wriggling uncertainly, wanted to flee, but totally imprisoned in 
the heated passion that now engulfed them both. She could feel his fingers 
softly working their way between the buttons of her blouse, slipping them 
apart until he could palm the cup of her brassiere and caress her warm, 
naked flesh. She could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps now 
and twisted against the cushion again and again, attempting to extinguish 
the fire that was mercilessly flaming against her will, in between her 
thighs. She had to get a grip on herself! 

"M-Mr. Miller!" she mewled almost hysterically. "D-Don't do that to me! It 
... It's wrong!" 

Miller pulled himself away from her, leaving her with a pang of regret at 
the loss of his wildly exciting body near hers. Then he pulled another 
obscene picture from the envelope for Judy's innocent eyes to naively 
absorb. Now two boys were taking a girl simultaneously, each slender young 
cock thrust into an orifice! The boyish penises were sunk deeply into the 
girl-hairless testicles slapping her skin like palms on a drumhead. Judy 
squirmed harder on the couch, feeling the rough material press into her 
buttocks and dampening cuntal crevice. Her thin panties were soaked with the 
heated moisture of vaginal excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together 
again to hold down the unwanted fermentations that were ceaselessly building 
there. The virginal young blonde swallowed drily, knowing dimly that she was 
on dangerous ground; and wasn't sure what she should do about it. She was so 
terribly, terribly drawn to the other man and those photographs were 
exciting her beyond belief-and the handsome writer's closeness, his hand on 
her breast the way it was now ... Ohhhh ... she squirmed downward, the lewd 
sight of the wild orgy in the picture holding her spellbound. The crotch 
band of her nylon panties was pulled tight into the split of her buttocks, 
rubbing against her hotly tingling vagina and its sensitive little lips. She 
felt an erotic throbbing start to pulse in the hardening bud of her 
clitoris, and the trembling young girl gritted her teeth together in a vain 
attempt to hold back the forbidden delights throbbing stronger and stronger 
up between her legs. 

"I can teach you about love, my little sweet," Norman Miller hissed 
enticingly in her ear. "I can make you happy, happier than you ever 
imagined...." 

"No-no, I ... I don't want ... you ... to...." Judy moaned, squirming away 
from his breast-caressing fingers. "It's not right! Please! I ... I don't 
think you should be doing this to me!" 

"No? You know your body wants it ... you know it's aching for my big, hard 
cock...." 

"Oh Lord! No! Don't talk that way!" she groaned beseechingly, but in the 
depths of her soul she realized that she was responding to the gentle, yet 
firmly kneading hand on her rounded breasts. Dear Lord! She was becoming 
incredibly aroused by the older man. In a way it was so exciting being 
seduced by a famous author, but ... No! her conscience screamed! What am I 
dreaming? I must get hold of myself! I must! 

But it was of little avail. The heat churning in her belly, the weird 
effects of the satsanga, the debauching scenes of open lust in the 
photographs were not to be ignored by her budding young body which was 
already aroused beyond control. How could she resist the building fire in 
her wetly swelling pussy when Norman Miller raised the thin cloth of her 
brassiere. Her full, slightly quivering breasts were free now, their nipples 
hard against his hand as he worked his fingers over each of them, back and 
forth, tickling her nipples into hardened cones of delight and bringing 
lightning stabs of pleasure shooting through her belly. 

"Oh, oh, Mr. Miller, we can't! We can't!" 

"Why not?" The older man grinned, and continued taunting her exposed 
breasts, grinding his pelvis tightly against her as he pulled her to him. He 
slid his other hand down around the soft roundness of her trembling 
buttocks, her body stiffening in panicked reaction to this further intimacy. 

"Oh, no, please don't to this to me!" the virginal young blonde pleaded, her 
eyes once again filling with tears of anguish. 

Norman Miller lowered his head and engulfed her tender lips with his, and is 
tongue darted out to slip between her teeth. An uncontrollable tremor of 
excitement surged through her, her mouth opening to the pillage of his 
liquid onslaught, her youthful being relaxing against his full-grown body. 
The man held her close, his big strong hands hot and moving as they pressed 
against the spheres of her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, forcing her ripe 
little body to his now bulging loins, causing her vaginal mound to grind 
against his huge, swelling cock. 

"Stop, Mr. Miller!" Judy mewled. "Oh no ... no ... no!" She tried to squirm 
from his grip. "I ... I've never done ... it ... before!" 

"Always a first time, Judy," the lusting writer breathed as he closed in 
again, his hand returning to her waist as he drew her to him with powerful 
strength. "Let me show you what real pleasure is." 

"No, no, no...." Judy whimpered convulsively as he began kissing her again. 
His lips and fingers were enveloping her nubile body and making it come 
alive with livid sensations ... far more erotic sensations than any of the 
teenage boys she dated had ever managed to produce in their inexperienced 
fumblings! She gasped from the craven desires which here rapidly overtaking 
her sensibilities, shivering as the older man's hand travelled teasingly 
over her entire frame, touching her nakedly exposed breasts, her stomach, 
her thighs ... up under the hem of her skirt to her inner thighs ... then to 
the tight elastic leg band of her panties.... 

His fingers slipped up inside the narrow leg band and she cringed from his 
lasciviously delightful touch. 

Then suddenly, he looked at her. 

"How would you like to have all the pleasure in the world and still keep 
your virginity," he asked. 

And Judy could not reply to the question she did not fully understand. 
Before she knew it, he was easing her sandals off, teasing soft wet kisses 
along the bottom of her foot and up the back of her calf. Then she felt him 
lift her hips and pull her scanty little nylon panties down over the 
smoothly rounded curves of her hips and down her legs. 

"No, No, No!" she cried, but her will was as soft as putty as she saw him 
kneel between her ankles and stare with lascivious eyes at her soft blonded 
pubic hair and the wide coral-pink lips of her now completely open and 
defenseless young pussy. Quickly, he slithered forward until his face was 
just above the soft, wetly glistening little slit between her thighs. Never 
before had he seen such a mouth watering, cunt. It was incredible that 
mother and daughter could resemble each other even in those most private 
parts. Her pubic hair was softly silky, and the never used cuntal mouth was 
even smaller, more delicate, than her mother's. 

Then slowly, as though he were savouring every second, he lowered his face 
... and his tongue crept out between his teeth. 

He licked once, slowly and gently, his tongue moving from clitoris to anus 
... and he was rewarded with an almost inaudible moan. His tongue retraced 
the wetly teasing path it had just taken, and this time he felt the tendons 
of her inner thighs tighten and her entire pelvis slowly rise upward toward 
his face. Despite herself, Judy's body was responding, and he tasted the 
slightly saline secretions of her feminine musk as her pussy prepared itself 
for lovemaking by seeping out its warm slickly welcoming lubricant. 

Judy could no longer fight the heavenly sensations coursing through her 
body. It was wonderful, wonderful, and she responded fervently to his 
tonguing. 

Miller sensed this, and drove his tongue full length into the sweet warm 
depths of her pussy for the first time, using his nose to titillate her 
tiny, unconsciously pulsating clitoris. Then he tightened his arms about her 
thighs and buried his rapacious tongue even deeper into the quivering, 
heated pussy lips between her open legs. 

Judy was in complete command of her nerve endings down there as the velevet 
tongue licked and sucked and caressed all at the same time. But, God, this 
was wrong! Her mother would die if she could see her now! 

"No ... no," she whimpered, clenching her eyes shut as if this would make 
everything go away. 

His only reply was a hard tongue thrust against her clitoris. 

"Oh, Norman...." she squealed. "Please don't. You can't do that! It-it's 
wrong!" 

His tongue traced a zigzag pattern down through her pubic curls from 
clitoris to anus again, then came back and speared into the seeping hole of 
her tiny, tightly clenched cuntal opening. Several times in rapid succession 
he flicked his tongue in and out between inner and outer lips of her pussy, 
tongue fucking her in earnest now. 

Judy began to moan sensuously as she felt the powerful sensations overriding 
all other emotions and needs, while Miller's teeth clamped the sensitive 
almond bud of her clitoris and began nibbling gently. "Oh God!" she gasped, 
falling back on the cushions, in total submission to the intense feeling and 
sudden uncontrollable hunger down between her helplessly trembling legs. 

Norman Miller looked at her, his face shining with his own saliva and her 
excitedly flowing cuntal juices. God! she was beautiful, he thought. Then he 
lowered his chin and ran his hot, hard tongue along one side of her outer 
layer of vulva, watching her as he did so. Her face grimaced, not in 
disgust, but in what was obviously passion. 

Like mother, like daughter-she was his now! His to do with what he wanted. 
Her pussy was in command of her body now. And he was master of her pussy. 

He let his eyes feast hungrily on the now fully blossomed lips which had 
grown in size and color since he began his ministrations. There was life in 
those lips, and no masterpiece in any museum could ever compare with the 
picture before him-framed so delicately with incredibly soft, golden pubic 
curls. One single drop of her seeping pussy juice clung like a small 
translucent pearl to the little curls of golden hair. The entire cuntal area 
looked like the corolla of some ruby-colored flower and, in the middle where 
the stamen ordinarily would be, there was the sacred little opening to her 
womb. Even as he watched, it puckered and unpuckered in sensual excitement, 
looking like an orchid offering a kiss. 

Judy watched spellbound as he placed his thumbs on her vaginal opening and 
peeled her softly yielding pussy lips apart as though it were sections of 
some succulent tropical fruit being separated; the soft curls of her pubic 
hairs gave way, exposing the flaming beauty of her vertical little cuntal 
mouth to his lust-dimmed gaze. She moaned helplessly as he breathed against 
the sensitive lips; the expelled hot air from his throat grazed raw nerves 
down there and her entire body reacted as she heard his accompanying lewd 
statement. "I'm going to eat your pussy, Judy. I'm going to tongue-fuck you 
and, if you're the virgin you appear to be, you're in for a beautiful 
surprise." 

She saw his face drop ... and his tongue come out wetly to probe her hotly 
quivering vagina. That was the last thing she saw. With this hot, wet 
contact between tongue and cunt, she simply was forced to let everything go. 
Her body responded automatically, jerking convulsively, as she ground her 
hips into the leather couch in an effort to escape his long, worming tongue 
that wiggled like a sidewinder up one side of her cunt and down the other. A 
groan bubbled out of her throat. "Ohhhh ... my God! Mr. Miller ... please 
... don't,...." 

The rapacious licking continued in and upon her hotly responding vagina and 
she felt her stomach muscles rippling uncontrollably. She began wailing in 
animal-like passion as his tongue scoured her inner thighs and made one hot 
swipe around her clitoris before snaking rapier-like in and out of her hotly 
writhing pussy. 

Norman Miller raced his tongue faster up the dilated hole between her open 
thighs. He used his nose to tease against the hotly throbbing little 
clitoris repeatedly and each nudge brought a low gasp from the helplessly 
immured girl. She raised her head up to look down over her breasts and this 
time her mind was clear enough to see everything. She saw his bobbing head 
framed between her widespread knees, and she could see Miller's darkly 
curling hair bobbing up and down between her legs. 

Fiery licks of forbidden pleasure pervading her being totally now as 
Miller's powerful hands released her thighs and sipped under her buttocks, 
cupping and squeezing the soft, yet firm warm flesh of the hotly trembling 
cheeks. His tongue and mouth continued to grind further and further into the 
valley of ther squirming warm moist cunt. Totally given over to the pleasure 
invading her body now, she raised her pelvis, making Miller's head bury 
itself even deeper. His hands pulled apart the crevice between her buttocks, 
and then one adventuresome finger began exploring the opening to her tiny 
puckered little rectum. The feel of that finger there caused Judy to begin 
moaning low in her throat in obvious pleasure. She was letting herself feel 
every wonderful minute of it.... 

"Ooooooooh Go! Aaahhhhhhh!" 

Miller heard her sharp gasp of delight as his hands kneaded the soft globes 
of her pliantly yielding buttocks; the sound caused a surge of new lust in 
his already over-aroused body, and he drew her limply cooperating legs up 
and around his neck. Moments later, he had the satisfaction of knowing that 
she had voluntarily locked her ankles together behind his head in consent 
and cooperation. He continued to fuck her orally, using his tongue to run 
lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling his 
nose back and forth as he darted his throbbing tongue deep into her 
pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair-rimmed lips push against his mouth 
with increasing strength as her body spasmed and writhed upward in a now 
hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth into contact with her 
wetly glistening flesh. His middle finger again sought out the tightly 
clenched lips of her anus, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her 
throat as he probed teasingly the opening. Abruptly, his hot wet mouth moved 
down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered hotly against the 
brown puckered little hole. 

Judy's eyes blinked wide open as she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual 
pleasure surge like seismic wave through her, as her wanton body used her 
heels to bring his head in tighter, deeper, endeavoring to rape her own 
tortured rectum with his tongue. She flailed her head from side to side, 
trying to shake off the shame at the realization she had lost complete 
control of her emotions. Her body was boiling over with the exquisite 
tingling of raw nerve ends as Miller licked wildly at her cuntal crevice 
again. 

And suddenly, as her pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was closer than 
ever before to the total fulfillment she had only glimpsed before. She 
spread her thighs wider and raised her burning, desire-filled loins to his 
face, her only wish now to aid this man, this master of her nakedly grinding 
vagina. She ground her throbbing widespread cunt against his face, reveling 
with insane delight at the lewd, forbidden pleasure he was bestowing upon 
her. 

Her body was rapidly building up to that slow sweet agony of a climax. Never 
before had she been so close to release, not in all of her life. Now, she 
could feel the mighty vapors beginning to build up into towering, 
frightening thunderbirds in her love-starved young pussy. This buildup could 
not last much longer or she thought she would explode. 

Miller sensed that she was reaching across the orgasmic gulf for the first 
time in her young life, and he wormed his middle finger deep, deeper into 
her saliva-moistened anus. It went in easily, the hole having been 
lubricated by his saliva, enlarged by his tongue. At the same moment, he 
began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris. 

Judy writhed and twisted, .bubbling and bubbling wild mewls of passion, her 
face was twisted in a grotesque mask of abandoned lust which was white hot 
in its intensity. She was close. Closer. This was it. Now! It could not be 
denied her. "Ohhhh ... ohhhhh, God! God! GOD!" She chanted as he screwed up 
into her hotly clasping cunt harder with his tongue. She was only vaguely 
conscious that his hands were teasing her anus and clitoris with tingling 
fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, wailing with a breath that came 
more and more rapidly. His big, implacably twisting tongue burrowed ever 
deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside 
her-flickering, touching, licking everything. 

Suddenly then, the massive towering pillar of lust in her cunt split wide 
open in one gigantic earthquake of sweet agony. 

She had bridged the gulf and now she was soaring, higher, higher and higher! 
She was there! 

As if from a distance she could hear her own cry of delight as she screamed, 
"I'm cumming. Oh God! Don't stop. Don't ever stop! Oh? Oh? Ah' AIIIIIEEEEE!! 
I'M CUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG! Oh? Oh? Ah? AHHHHHH! AIIIIIEEEEEE! I'M 
CUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!" 

Her legs locked around his head, tightening with all her might as her heels 
beat the primitive rhythms of lust against his back. 

Finally the tumultous storm ended and her ravaged body settled back 
completely relaxed into the soft, smooth cushions beneath her. Miller 
continued gently kissing and nibbling at her young vaginal lips until he 
felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he slowly sat up beside her. 

She looked at him with the knowledge of Lilith in her eyes, a convert to the 
cult of carnality. She was a woman now and she wanted nothing more in her 
life but sex, sex, sex. It was all, it was everything ... but.... 

She looked at him, grinning wickedly. "I'm still a virgin you know." 

"Well, let's see what we can do to correct that terrible situation," he 
answered as he stood up and began removing his clothes. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Hank Lamston walked lazily down the pretty tree-lined street with a bored 
shuffle. He had lived here all his life. He knew every tree, every house, 
every person. Shit! High school and home, home and high school Friday and 
Saturday you could hang out with your friends, maybe go hear a local rock 
group half out of tune ... what a drag! 

And the biggest drag of all was the chicks ... man ... compared to his 
gorgeous sister and his lovely mother, the girls at school looked either 
plain or whorey to him. He knew he shouldn't let it get in his way, he 
should ball them like the rest of the guys, but somehow, he just knew he 
wanted the first time, at least, to be something special ... not just a 
question of shooting your wad into some dumb cunt.... 

Some day ... some day he'd go to New York, live among those ten million 
people, and all that money and power and excitement. Maybe he'd even be a 
writer-like Norman Miller. 

Wow! Every time he thought about the one person on the block he didn't know, 
he got really excited. He wanted more than anything to meet the famous 
author, but felt kind of awkward around people he didn't know. But, shit! 
His books were incredible. What a life that guy must lead, Hank thought. His 
books were full of fucking and fighting, living and loving.... 

Then suddenly he had made a decision, and he could feel his bored 
desperation falling away. Why not? he thought. Why not just drop by and 
visit him ... what's the worst that could happen. Jesus. There was nothing 
really to be afraid of. Just ask him what you have to do to be a writer and 
stuff like that ... just to get to meet him anyway.... 

He was almost at Miller's house now. He paused a moment, then quickly made 
his way to the house. He walked up to the stone path to the front door and 
knocked hesitantly, timidly. There was no answer. He was about to knock 
again, when he heard muffled sounds coming from inside. Sounded like voices. 
He knew he was eavesdropping, and that maybe he shouldn't, but he stood 
there anyway to listen.... 

At first he thought maybe it was the radio or the TV, but something about 
the tones was strangely compelling. He leaned in closer to the door, looking 
quickly around to make sure no one was watching. The voices were excited.... 

Boyish curiousity got the best of him, and he walked quietly around to the 
side of the house, pausing a moment just outside the window. 

Suddenly Hank froze as his fingers touched the window sill and he flattened 
himself against the side of the house. A ripple of high pitched laughter, 
incredibly familiar to him, reached his ears. It was weird, he thought, but 
it sounded just like his sister Judy. What would she be doing at Norman 
Miller's house ... it couldn't be! 

Hank could make out more clearly now what the voices were saying. 

"Baby," the male voice was saying, "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk 
for a week ... open your legs ... hurry!" 

Hank's heart was pounding out of his chest and it was hard to breathe. He 
cupped his hands around his eyes to cut out the sunlight, straining to see 
into the dimly lit room through a small crack in the drape where it hadn't 
quite closed. 

Oh God! He couldn't believe what he saw before his very eyes! It was his 
sister ... his sister and Norman Miller both as naked as the day they were 
born, sprawled out on the living room floor in an obscene display of raw 
lust. 

God! Judy was beautiful! There wasn't a stitch on her nakedly writhing body 
and Hank realized it was years since he had seen her naked. Hank felt as 
though he were going to choke and retch and die of excitement! His sister 
was the most incredibly beautiful woman he had ever imagined even in his 
wildest dreams. Her firmly ripened breasts were tipped with rosy points of 
nipples and the slim waist flowed into curved hips and long shapely thighs. 
Between those thighs he could see her yellow pubic hair and then, as she 
slowly writhed like a snake on the cushions, her legs opened and he could 
see the hair fringed pussy mouth, pink and pulsing. Oh, God all mighty! His 
hands grew white and his fingertips pained something terrible as he gripped 
the edge of the windowsill with all his strength. 

He thought he would die from the mixture of pain and excitement. He could 
kill that bastard Miller, he could just kill him and take his place with his 
sister! Oh God! What was he thinking. Yet he longed to fling himself on the 
widespread naked girl who was his sister and bury his own aching cock into 
her moistly opened, expectant cunt. His breath was coming in such ragged 
pants now that he thought sure they would hear him. He tried to force 
himself to breathe through his nose but his mouth was a desert and his 
tongue a bloated and parched thing that kept flopping out of his mouth. 

As Hank looked through the window he could see between Norman Miller's legs. 
He could see the pulsing rubbery tip of his cock grazing the soft velvet 
flesh of Judy's vagina. He almost called out from the window, warning her to 
save herself from the lecherous older man, but one look at the rapturous 
expression on his sister's face stilled the warning in his throat. Seeing 
the thick rod of male flesh rubbing against the swollen pink cuntal lips, 
Hank wondered if this was his sister's first time. Shit! If it was, Hank 
knew that the hard, enormous instrument of the older man was too large ever 
to fit into the narrow opening of Judy's tiny cunt. Still, she seemed 
willing, almost frantic to have the huge masculine phallus thrust into hen. 

Hank watched breathlessly as the author eased forward gently, while the 
mouth of his sister's cunt seemed to be clasping and reaching at his shaft 
as if to suck the rock-hard flesh up into her. Judy's hips began a desperate 
rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out on 
either side of Miller's body, her calves locking against the back of his 
thighs, pulling him closer to her. 

Little mewling noises came from deep in Judy's throat as Miller deftly 
wedged his enormous cock into her vulnerable open pussy, accompanying each 
thrust with a loud bestial grunt. Gradually, he levered into her, the length 
of the giant red pole disappearing between the tender pink folds of the 
teenage girl's virginal opening, while she hesitated for a moment, feeling 
the new strangeness of the first penetration, wondering ... Then, realizing 
it hurt not at all, she began to shamelessly grind her entire body up 
against him. 

As Miller slid his wet gleaming cock in and out of the soft cavern of the 
girl's hair-lined slit, Hank viewed the scene, his mouth agape in amazement. 
His sister had paused only momentarily at the initial penetration, and now 
the great male cock invaded her rhythmically like a drill tunneling deep 
into her belly, drawing muted moans of ecstasy from her lust-contorted lips. 

As he watched, Hank's emotions were a mingling of excitement and disgust. 
The boy felt as though he was going to cream in his pants just from 
watching. 

Inside the window, the couple were gasping and panting in delight as Miller 
began to rock more violently in and out of Judy's hot and steaming pussy. 
Hank's sister began a series of lurid gyrations, swaying her buttocks in 
long sensuous circular motions to accommodate the long thick cock fucking 
into her. 

"Ooooooohhhh, darling, please, fuck it hard! Fuck me harder!" Hank heard her 
gasp. Almost unaware of his own actions, Hank's hand was rubbing his bulging 
penis frantically. He knew that his excited reaction to the spectacle was 
horrible, debasing, but somehow he couldn't stop-not while the animal grunts 
from the room filled his ears with their carnal symphony of licentious lust. 

The young boy watched spellbound as his sister's eyes closed and opened in a 
lost glaze of passion. His hero, Norman Miller, was slamming forcefully into 
her moist red slit, his balls slapping wetly against her raised buttocks, as 
he buried his cock to the hilt with every thrust. Shivers of lewd delight 
surged through Hank's nerve endings as he realized this was a madness he had 
never known-a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. He screwed his hand 
down hard against his throbbing cock, opening his zipper and pulling it out, 
holding it firmly in his hand. He was desperately imagining that he, too, 
was pumping into the soft little pussy of his own sister. 

Suddenly Judy's body arched stiffly in spastic irregular movements, and 
Miller clasped his hand tightly over her mouth to muffle the screams of 
exquisite pleasure that rasped from her throat. Filled with concern for 
Judy's safety, Hank watched until he realized that his sister was not in 
pain but in the throes of unbearable pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sight of 
the girl's body being wracked by the incredible wave of emotion, he shrank 
back from the window, knowing he had no right to intrude on such a moment. 
But as harsh masculine moans came to his ears, he leaned back to the sill 
and saw Miller still ramming fiercely into his sister, the muscles of his 
buttocks standing out from the exertion. 

"I'm cumming ... aah!" he gasped as his body drove on. 

Hank saw the thick pole swelling and lurching in Judy's hungry vagina as 
Miller began spewing hot sperm deep up into the girl's slippery passage. 
Finally, with an empty groan, the author rolled from between the girl's 
thighs to lie exhausted beside her. 

Hank was furious with frustration as his own passion was now so near its 
crest. Oblivious to the rules of propriety or dignity, he pumped harder at 
his cock in his hand, until his body quivered and shook and he felt the hot 
liquid begin to spurt out crazily against the side of the house. 

And when it had subsided, he quickly zipped himself up, and ran, frightened 
and upset, down the street to the haven of his own home. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After Norman Miller had left her, Cora Lamston had lay for a long time on 
the soft living room carpet. Tears that had wanted to break free for a long 
time blossomed softly in her blue eyes, spilling over and washing warmly 
down her cheeks. She did not need to wipe them away, nor did she make a 
sound, and as they came, they brought a strange sort of peace to the 
distraught widow. 

Then, a new feeling began to take over, an anxiety born of the conflict 
working its way into her consciousness. The tears had been a blessed 
release, like a cleansing rain after the long pent up gathering of clouds. 
But the source of the release, the climax bestowed upon her by the 
promiscuous author next door, was now a cause of worry to her. And she felt 
as if the foundations of her life were slipping, crumbling into an unknown 
sea of passion ungrounded in any recognizable morality. 

If it had been painful to have her womanhood untouched all those years, it 
had been a dull, constant pain, one that had defined her life, one that she 
was used to. Now she felt changed, opened to the unknown, and she was 
terrified. What did it all mean, all this passion without love? 

And Cora was frightened, terrified of the power which now caused her to want 
him, want him with a passion she had never known before. But what did it 
mean to a man who had had four wives, to a man who took his pleasure 
anywhere, with any woman. She could not look to him to replace her dead 
husband, he would not be the man who would make her life solid again. 

Slowly, she picked herself up off the floor, and with sadly resigned 
motions, put her robe back on. She stood then, in the familiar surroundings 
of her own home, feeling like a stranger. Her hands were trembling and the 
knot in her belly was growing tighter, tighter. 

Then Cora did something she had never done before when she was alone. She 
went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a full glass of brandy. Then 
she sat down in the easy chair that had been Larry's and began to sip the 
strong amber liquid, feeling her pain and problems dissolving as each drop 
worked its soothing magic on her nerves. When she was finished with that 
first glass, she got up and poured herself some more. 

Hank felt like he was coming apart at the seams, walking down the familiar 
street, feeling somehow indelibly changed. And he felt an almost unbearable 
pain in his heart. Christ! It was awful. His eyes focused on nothing, all he 
could see was Judy's open thighs and Miller's cock shoving into the warmly 
wet haven. Oh God! The whole fucking world was coming apart. 

He entered his house from the back door, and went straight upstairs. He 
slammed the door shut to his room and threw himself on the bed, burying his 
face in the spread. He had to talk to someone, he had to! It was too much 
for him to bear alone. Always, when he was in trouble, he would go to his 
mother and she would say just the right thing to make his pain dissolve. But 
this ... how could he tell his mother about Judy? 

And as he lay there on the bed, he slowly became aware that thinking about 
his sister was causing him to get another erection. Oh shit! He was 
depraved, as depraved as any teenage boy could be. 

A cold shower. That would do it, that would cool him off, take his mind off 
it, bring reality back into perspective. He got up and went to the bathroom, 
where he locked the door. 

He stood shivering under the icy shower for several long minutes. The 
chattering of his teeth wouldn't stop. Yet he still couldn't take his mind 
off what he had seen just moments before. 

Wearily, he shut the water off and stepped out. His cock was still half 
hard. Goddamn, he'd lose his mind if this crazy desire for his sister that 
had taken hold of him didn't leave him alone. And what about Judy, fallen 
into the clutches of that monster-seducing a young teenager without a 
thought. He had to talk to someone ... He had to! 

Cora looked up through her drunken haze to find Hank standing by her chair, 
his hair damp from the shower, his terrycloth robe tied around him. His face 
was agonized and pale. For a moment, he wondered vaguely why his mother 
wasn't dressed, but there were more urgent in his mind. 

"What's wrong, darling?" She took his hand to comfort him. 

"Mom?" he stammered. "I need to talk to you a minute." 

"What is it darling boy?" The sight of her son in need allowed her to put 
her own cares away. Hank needed her and she would be there for him. Her 
child needed her. That was something familiar she could deal with. 

"Mom ... something really-really awful happened this afternoon ... I-I don't 
know how to tell you...." he whispered miserably. 

"What is it Hank?" 

"I don't know ... we've never really talked about ... about sex ... before." 

A wave of fear ran through Cora's belly as the crazy thought took hold of 
her that Hank had seen her with Miller. She looked at him, trying to mask 
the fear in her eyes. 

"Yes, Hank...." she said, trying to sound calm. 

"Just let it all out, dear," she told him, praying that what he had to say 
was not that which she feared most. 

Suddenly the words were rushing from Hank's mouth. "I was walking home from 
school today and I decided to go talk to Norman Miller. See, he's always 
been sort of an idol for me and I wanted to finally meet him...." 

"Go on dear," she coaxed him nervously. 

"Well, I heard these noises from inside the house, and I-I know I shouldn't 
have spied-but, but I walked around to the side and looked in the window 
and...." 

"What did you see?" asked Cora, relieved and now desperately curious. 

"I, I saw him and ... and...." The words caught in his throat...."Judy ... 
And they were ... they were having sex!" 

Hank felt the tears rush to his eyes and the hurt that was closing his 
throat in a painful vise. He couldn't tell her the rest. He couldn't tell 
her that he had jacked off while he watched. 

Cora knew it. She just knew it! All that talk on the media and now Judy had 
gone and lost her most prized possession to that-that horrible man! Oh God! 
He was a monster, seducing mother and daughter in one day. Some pain is too 
strong to be felt, and Cora was now simply numb. Yet her maternal feelings 
for Hank, Hank who was hurt and needed her, rushed to the fore. 

She reached down to comfort her sobbing son. He hurt as much as she did, and 
he was so young. The poor child, seeing his sister in such a debased act ... 
God! 

And she was angry too, for Judy had phoned and lied-lied and said she would 
be at her girlfriend's house studying until late. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she patted Hank and held him close, leaning 
down and cradling his head against her knees. Poor child. Poor, poor child. 

They sat for long minutes, mother and son, entwined and sobbing out their 
mutual heartache. Cora finally rose and wiped her eyes. 

"It's all right, darling," she soothed her son. "It's all right ... Let me 
get you something to make you feel better. Go lay down on the couch. 

Cora left the room and returned a moment later with two glasses of brandy. 
"Here darling," she said, sitting on the couch beside Hank. 'Drink this ... 
it'll burn ... but it will help a little...." Helpless tears ran down her 
face again, silent and despairing. She had never given her children alcohol, 
had forbidden them to drink in fact. But this was an emergency ... it was 
medicine. 

Cora drank her own while Hank sipped his, and she felt the fiery liquid sear 
her throat and then spread the now familiar warming glow through her 
stomach. And Hank sipped his, sputtering little at first and then getting 
the hang of letting it slide down slowly. Wow! This was something else! He 
was beginning to feel good, actually better than he had ever felt before. 

Suddenly it seemed the nightmare was over. His mother was sitting beside him 
on the couch; he could feel the warmth of her thigh against his hip. He'd 
never really realized before how beautiful his mom was. How pretty she 
looked in the thin, floral spring robe, her nipples clearly visible under 
the clinging fabric. 

Cora patted Hank's hard young thigh reassuringly. There was little she could 
say to him in words to make him feel better. . for as far as reason went, 
she had no more wisdom to deal with all that had been going on that Hank 
did. But she knew how to give comfort, the warm loving comfort that only a 
mother can provide. 

As she patted his thigh, she became vaguely aware of the bulge under his 
robe that pressed against her arm. His thing. Still hard just like when he 
was a baby. Every time she'd changed his diaper he'd always had a tiny 
erection. God! That was the second time today she'd thought of that ... 
Vaguely she remembered the radio program and the doctor who was talking 
about sex. What did he know, what did he know about a mother's love? 

Cora felt a rush of warmth for this beautiful boy who was growing up now, 
the penis grown to man sized proportions. She felt it jerk and throb under 
her arm. What agony seeing his sister and that horrible writer must have 
been. She patted him again, her hand sliding and patting across his lap as 
she brought it up to steady her drink and drain it. He knew she didn't mean 
anything by it but he wished she would never stop. "You're such a good mom." 

He sat up dazedly, his head swimming a little and leaned over to kiss her 
soft cheek. How soft her skin was, how beautiful and young she was ... she 
looked so much like Judy.... 

Cora felt Hank's kiss on her cheek. Such a sweet boy. His young lips were 
warm and full and kindled something deep inside her breast. Her glass fell 
to the floor empty and made a soft thud on the carpet. 

Without thinking, Cora turned her head and kissed him back on those young 
firm lips. Such a good boy. He was going be all right now. The brandy had 
calmed him down. Maybe they'd even had too much. Her mind and body didn't 
ache with pain and confusion any more, but everything seemed so out of 
focus. Suddenly she felt Hank's arms go around her, pulling her close to his 
hard young chest. She patted his shoulders and marveled at their strength. 

Hank gathered his mother in his arms when she turned her head to be kissed 
on the mouth. A thrill shot through him as he felt her soft yielding body so 
close against him, the full breasts crushed against him. What a truly 
beautiful woman ... warm and understanding. He felt her shudder, her mouth 
trembling under his. Instinctively he kissed her harder, his lips bruising 
and demanding. God, it was good to hold her like this. 

Cora pulled away, her breath coming out in little pants. She had to get her 
breath. There were streaks of fire shooting thrugh her breasts and her pussy 
was tightening and drawing inward. It felt so good, so right, so exciting. 
As she pulled back to look blearily into his eyes, Hank's hard young palm 
inadvertently caught her breast and the fire there flamed higher, warming 
her. 

Hank felt the soft globe, that had once nursed him, hot and full in his 
palm. God! She was beautiful. His fingers dug into the resilient firmly ripe 
flesh, covered with the thin silky fabric. The nipple was hard and erect, 
poking into his hand in a fiery little point. 

"You're so beautiful ... so good to me ... Ohhhhh, Mom...." 

Catching his hand with her own, Cora pressed the young male hand closer on 
her beating breast. As a baby he'd patted and played with her breasts while 
he nursed, kneading and loving them. Ohhhh, it had been so lovely. She 
longed to hold his head there again. Without thinking, transported by the 
memory of his baby head nestled there, Cora pulled the robe from her breasts 
and caught his young head to her flesh, giving him the nipple in his strong 
young mouth. 

She dimly heard him gurgle as he took it and began to suck. The flames rose 
in her flesh like a raging forest fire, burning brighter and brighter. 

Hank felt the nipple, hard and quivering against the roof of his mouth. He 
sucked deeply as though nourishment would come pouring out. Oh God! Some 
deep instinct guided his sucking, his lips and teeth making strong sucking 
action while his tongue laved the tiny sensitive nib. 

Cora rocked slightly, feeling the warm head nestled and the mouth sucking so 
intently and seriously. Then she felt his hands begin to knead and pinch her 
other breast, cupping and squeezing and pinching and nipping painfully, but 
unintentionally. The familiar drawing-in sensation began in her womb and 
then her whole pussy was convulsing rhythmically. Ravenousely, Hank moved to 
the other breast, catching the nippled and drawing it out even further with 
his teeth. He heard a muffled cry choke from her throat. His hands were 
caressing the perfect white flesh naked and shivering, while his mouth drew 
out the heady nectar in deep sucking. She was shaking and rocking, clutching 
his mouth deeper and deeper into the fragrant female flesh. He wanted to 
devour the whole of the sensuously desirable femininity. His mouth nibbled 
upward to the white column of her throat while his hands cajoled the naked 
spheres until he reached her mouth and his tongue shot into the warmly wet 
cavern. He could almost feel the moist grotto surrounding his cock as he 
tongue fucked greedily into her mouth. For a moment the shifting lights in 
his head cleared, the swimming ceased and he jerked away in horror. Christ 
all mighty ... he was kissing his own mother like she was a girl ... a girl 
he wanted to fuck. His cock was rigid and quaking, seeping eagerly against 
his skin under his robe! Oh God ... what was happening to him? 

"Ohhhhh ... Hank ... baby...." he heard his mother sigh as she slipped 
limply down beside him on the couch, unheeding that her robe was off her 
shoulders now, her breasts and upper body naked against him. She pressed 
closer, her hand sliding over him in tender caresses, coming to rest against 
the poling bulge of his robe covered penis that strutted up wildly, at the 
touch of her hand. She was drunk ... crazy insane drunk ... they both were 
... the whole family was! First his sister and now.... 

His own mother putting his mouth on her naked breast, kissing him. Oh Jesus! 
It was wrong, horribly hideously wrong, ... but if felt so ... oooohhhh God 
damn! 

"Oh ... Mom ... Oh God ... I didn't mean ... Oh, I can't help it ... this is 
killing me . .,. help me ... my cock . .,. it's on fire ... help me ... I 
want to fuck you ... got to fuck you or I'll die ... '. 

"Shhhh ... it's all right darling ... Mother'll help you ... poor baby ... 
poor little baby...." Her tongue felt thick and too large in her mouth. 
Something was wrong with-her breathing and she felt hot and stifled. She 
fumbled and found the sash that held the robe around her waist. There ... 
better to get that hot thing off. She turned back to cuddle Hank. He was 
feverish and hot too. Her hands slid under his robe and pulled it away. She 
found the cause of his misery ... die, he said ... well, no wonder ... his 
penis was so swollen and hard and pulsing. She could hear him groaning and 
carrying on. Feverish and hot nad hurting ... Her hands soothed the risen 
stalk of his young manhood, all corded and jerking with need ... Well, 
Mother will kiss it and make it well again. There ... and there ... and 
there ... be better in no time, sweetheart. 

"AAAAGGHHHHHHHH . .,. OOOOOOOOHHH, Jesus ... Godddd ... ohhhhhh ... ooooo 
... Mommmmmmm ... suck itttttt,...!" 

The mouth was working obediently to suck out his very guts through his 
aching cock. Whimpering and gurgling deep in his chest at the incredible 
contact of her soft mouth licking and sucking upward on his raging penis, 
his hands found the curly head and pushed the wetly warm pocket of hollowed 
mouth down even further. His hips jerked upward to force it down the 
wonderful darkly sensuous cavern, the tunnel of heavenly delight. He was 
coming apart at the seams. His hands slid down the smooth white back and 
then under to find the dangling round breasts, firm and giving. Oh God!!!!! 
Nothing had ever felt so good in the whole fucking unvierse! 

Cora could feel the demanding rigidity almost to her tonsils. Every little 
vein that bulged out she licked and soothed with her tongue going round and 
round the pulsing quivering length. There was a strange thick slippery fluid 
that was heady and sweet ... pungent and spicy. Instinctively the hardened 
tip of her tongue found the tiny opening in the head and bored into it as 
far as possible. The young loins responded and shoved upward. Her hands 
found the bloated balls that threatened to split' the scrotum and cradled 
them lovingly. So heavy and full. Oh, if only her head wouldn't swim so ... 
leaving her and then swarming back making everything sway and jump. Must be 
the brandy. One leg was cramped and ached. Holding the base of the great 
thing in her hand she wriggled around till she could get to it better and 
ease her leg over his body. That was much better. She closed her eyes and 
let her mouth slide slowly down over the velvety smooth skin that was so 
hard and solid underneath, full of cords and ridges. She sucked it hard with 
great smacking noises. 

"Juesussssssss ... Godddddammmmmmmnnn...." Hank moaned as his hands found 
the rounded moons of his mother's smooth buttocks over his chest. He lifted 
his head and looked. Oh shit! The tight clasping opening of her pale coral 
pussy was exposed, soft downy hair ringing the moistening mouth. There was 
the crinkled clenching little flower of her anus. Hell! 

Exerting a steady pressure on the inside of her white tapering thighs with 
his hands, he pressured her legs wider apart and lifted his head into the 
softness of her loins, extending his tongue and finding the tightly moist 
opening to her pussy. He flicked his lingual member through his teeth and 
plunged the tip of it into her flagrantly ready cuntal portal, tasting the 
pungent flavor of her, the sparse down ringing her pussy tickling his cheeks 
as he thrust, then, deeply into her. The shock of it went through her like a 
lightning bolt. She quivered in response, her buttocks undulant as she moved 
her searing pelvis down to him, almost in supplication ... begging him for 
more. 

As she gasped aloud, her mouth gaped open and her head jerked up, 
uncontrollably; at that instant, the very tip of his blood-engorged penis 
brushed her chin. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth slightly to capture it 
and to feel it press against her teeth. Ovaling her lips, she absorbed just 
the head, tasting its maleness, nippy and pungent, and ran her tongue around 
the smooth, rubbery glans, aware of the warm throb of it inside her mouth 
and against her lips. She was so enthralled ... involved with the lewd 
sensations being generated down between her wide-held legs that she was not 
fully aware any more. It seemed, somehow, natural and right ... and she 
savored the aroma and the pungency of its delicate flavor on her palate. 

Instinctively, almost hypnotically, her hands went down to him, the one to 
grasp the young, long and hardened shaft, the other to caress the testicles 
that hung down in their soft sac behind it. 

Then, she heard his voice, coming to her from miles away, it seemed. "Keep 
sucking ... keep sucking!" 

The head of his thing was in her mouth! Dear God! I've got his ... h-his 
thing in m-my mouth ... and I-I didn't know it! And I-I'm liking it ... 
I-like the taste of it! It's so big ... and warm ... and kind of s-smooth 
... and it-it's beginning to ... f-feel good ... in my m-mouth ... like I 
xxant to keep it ... there! Like I really do want ... t-to suck it! Oh God! 
I-d-do! I want to ... s-suck his ... c-cock! That's the right word: C-cock! 
I want t-to ... Oh, I want to suck his cock, until he squirts out his ... 
ss-perm! 

... And, she knew then, knew it without a doubt, that she wanted to grasp 
this experience, make it her own, for she knew it was what he needed ... 
what she needed ... yet she hadn't ever been able to do it with the father 
of the boy whose cock she, herself, had in her mouth. But she knew it was 
what he needed, and it was good, wonderful! 

Again, she ran her tongue-tip over the pulsing young penis head in her 
mouth, swirling it around and around, feeling the velvet-smooth skin of it. 
Then, she began to push the tip of her tongue into the tiny orifice, again 
probing, tantalizingly, and she was rewarded by a deep-throated moan from 
the boy under her. He shoved his pelvis up at her, filling her mouth and 
throat with his lust-hardened flesh; at the same time he took her 
quiveringly aroused clitoral bud into his mouth and nipped it gently with 
his teeth. 

The shock of his rock-hard cock going deeper into her throat had almost made 
her gag, but the shock to her sensitive clitoris offset it. The electric 
contact of his tongue, now as he licked the sensate head of her miniature 
phallus while he held it gently between his teeth was almost all she needed 
to send her to the brink of ecstasy the alcohol had made possible. 

In blissful delirium, she fought back the initial gaggy sensation and began 
to hollow her lips in a teasing little sucking motion, while she used her 
tongue, excitedly, licking up and down the sensitive underside of the huge, 
throbbing prick she had absorbed, now, to its fullest length into her mouth. 
Then, as his hips began to flex, moving his cock in and out of her oral 
cavern, she knew, it seemed, instinctively, what she was expected to do. Her 
mouth was a substitute for her cunt. It could give a man as much 
satisfaction as the mouth between her legs ... maybe more! The thought of 
Norman Miller with Judy ... legs widespread, with his huge cock working in 
the obscene flesh of her own daughter's cunt, flashed through her mind, 
followed instantly by the vision of Miller in her own cunt ... and then, she 
saw what Hank must have looked like watching, and knew instinctively what he 
hadn't told her-that he had grown aroused watching them, that he had taken 
out that same big hard prick she now had in her mouth ... Oh God! What total 
depravity and total pleasure! 

Rolling her lips in to cover her teeth, she began moving her head, in 
opposition to him sliding her ovaled, suctioning lips up and down the rigid 
pulsing pole of his cock, knowing somehow that it would give him exquisite 
pleasure. She was not wrong! She heard him gasp aloud. "Oh Christ! That 
feels good! Keep it up ... Mom! Keep sucking on it, Mom!" 

Hank had never experienced anything like this in his life! Christ! This was 
outasight! His mother was sucking him like she had done it all her life! It 
must be instinct! The best thing in the world was his own mother! 

Cora just couldn't believe it; the combined thrills that coursed through her 
sucking and being sucked was simply enchanting ... rapturously so! The 
lewdly erotic sensations in her mouth and throat amazed her ... and the way 
Hank was licking and sucking her clitoris, made her feel that this moment of 
her life was the most fulfilling she had ever known! 

Tender hot licks of fire hovered over her loins where the boy's tongue 
slaved, loving, sucking and licking her, bringing her by ascending degrees 
almost to the pinnacle of ecstasy. She knew that she was ready ... now ... 
ready for the storm to break, bringing with it the welcome gushing waters of 
relief ... to wash over her with a downpour of pure rapture. 

His pelvic movements, driving his cock into her mouth became longer, more 
frantic; she moved with him while the hardened flesh of him ground in and 
out of her mouth. She instinctively kept her teeth covered with her 
rolled-in lips, keeping a constant squeezing pressure around the giant shaft 
as it sawed in and out. When she had taken him into her mouth, she hadn't 
known she would suck him to climax, but suddenly, she wondered whether he 
would shoot his sperm directly into her mouth. 

She didn't know; then, she realized that it would be impossible to avoid it! 
He would squirt his cum into his mouth and she would have to swallow it! 
Could she do it? Dear God! 

... And then there was no time to think. The thunder shower of her passion 
broke inside her with brilliant, flashing lightening bolts blinding her 
eyes, the thunder of her racing blood in her ears, the raspiness of her hot 
breath in her lungs ... and she came, moaning out her ecstasy around the 
length of the racing cock in her mouth. "Ooooooohhhhh! I'm cummmiiinggggg! 
Aaaaaaggghhhhh!" 

Her body convulsed, as waves of welcomed release rushed over her. Oh God! 
It's wonderful. It's absolute heaven! 

Hank knew he was going to cum in a moment. He could feel the breaking tide 
of his semen straining to break down the restraint of tumescent flesh, and 
he wondered if he should tell her ... prepare her for the spewing flood of 
sperm from his aching, throbbing cock. Then he felt the sudden convulsions 
of his mother's body. He grasped her flexing, white buttocks, pulling their 
rounded flesh down tight to his face as he placed his lips directly over her 
voraciously throbbing cuntal mouth, suctioning her strongly with his lips, 
while his own hips flicked his expanding member in and out of her mouth with 
merciless abandon. Suddenly it was there! He came! 

His young swollen cock burst in her mouth, all its youth jetting streams of 
his white, hot semen into her throat that made her gasp and choke, forcing 
her to swallow it as fast as it streamed up into her mouth. With one final 
plunge, he rammed his long, hard cock to the hilt of her mouth, his hairy 
balls coming against her nose, almost suffocating her. She reached down then 
to his buttocks and pushed down until only the bulbous head of his jerking 
cock remained in her mouth. She had found the taste of him savorful, and she 
sucked and licked, swallowing all of his sperm until the throbbing pump of 
his cock was stilled and there was no more of the viscous liquid left. And 
in this final act she felt a kinship with her daughter Judy and with Norman 
Miller. In that instant she understood the author better ... and her 
daughter's willingness to throw away what she had considered the prize of 
her virginity. 

Their bodies subsided from climax, Hank's penis becoming flaccid in her 
mouth. He pulled her around beside him. 

She lay on her side now, looking up at her son blearily. He was tall and 
spare, not yet filled out, but his sinewy strength was there. Yes! He was a 
man ... a boy-man, but he had satisfied her completely. 

Then suddenly, she felt weird, crazy. What had she done! Oh God! What had 
she done? And what if Judy should return and find them like this. 

"Hank ... Hank...." she whispered, trying not to communicate her panic to 
him. "You'd better go up to your room." 

Half asleep, half dazed with alcohol, Hank roused himself and made his way 
unsteadily to his room. 

Maybe, Cora thought hopefully, he'll wake up in the morning and think it was 
all a dream. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Cora felt she was living a nightmare. The moment her eyes had opened to the 
morning light, the horror of what she had done hit her like a hammer between 
the eyes. She must be a depraved monster to commit an act so horrible that 
it had been forbidden in every civilization known to man! She had committed 
incest with her own son! It was so monstrously evil, so hideous, that it 
seemed to drain every ounce of energy from her body. Like a catatonic, she 
just lay there under the weight of that oppressively sinful knowledge. 

Judy, looking incredible pretty and cheerful-more beautiful than Cora had 
ever seen her-poled her head in the door. "Hey mom, what's wrong?" she 
asked. "Are you sick? Should I call a doctor?" 

Cora shook her head weakly. "No ... no ... just leave me rest ... I-I'll be 
okay." 

"Sure mom," said Judy, relieved it was nothing serious, nothing that would 
keep her from enjoying this lovely, sunny Saturday afternoon. 

Thank God, thought Cora, it wasn't Hank who had popped his head in the door. 
She didn't know whether he would remember it or not, she didn't know how he 
was feeling. She knew she should care, but she hadn't the strength. 

She wanted to die, so ready to burst with the pain of guilt was she ... the 
most terrifying guilt the world had ever known. She flung herself over on 
her stomach and buried her face and head with pillows to smother the visions 
that danced in so macabre a fashion in her head. 

Somehow, the morning hours drifted into the afternoon. Cora had cried until 
there were no more tears left ... and the nightmare played over and over 
till the film of memory was worn and faded. Yet still, she chastised 
herself. The worst thing had been that she had reveled in it. Reveled in 
that filty perverted act with her own , sweet son. She had loved it! Some 
hideously sinful part of her had loved every depraved minute of it. The 
waves of pleasure had roared through her body like a tidal flood. And it had 
been her own son Hank who had fucked her to such heights! Her son! For the 
second time in one day she had fallen prey to the unresistable energies of 
sexual passion and acted in a way so totally out of character for a woman 
who had lived almost four decades in the strictest morality ... in the 
shadow of unfulfilled pleasure. And suddenly, it had all come crashing down 
on her at once, the pleasure and the accompanying pain of breaking down 
sexual barriers and standing amidst their ruin. by the early evening, Judy 
could no longer shake off the distinctly creepy feeling that something was 
very weird in their house. Her mother had lain in bed all day, the first 
time Judy had ever known her to do this. And Hank had not come down from his 
room all day either. It was weird. And though she had tried to ignore the 
fear that was gnawing at her about her family, tried to keep it from ruining 
the joyously beautiful day and shadowing her date with Norman Miller, that 
night, she could ignore it no longer. 

Her mother was too sensitive to deal with, but she'd find out from Hank what 
was going on ... she'd get it out of him no matter what! 

It was curious how the same force of sexual power that had totally liberated 
the spirit of the young teenage girl ... making her feel that nothing 
wonderful was ever wrong ... that same powerful pleasure had totally 
incapacitated her mother and brother. But, having no idea of the nature of 
the problem in her home, Judy climbed the stairs to her brother's room. 

She reached the top of the stairs and tiptoed down the hallway toward Hank's 
bedroom door. Gradually she became aware of the most anguished sounds coming 
from within! 

"Oh Christ, I love your cunt mother ... I ... want to fuck you mommy...." 

Judy was shocked! 

But at the same time the lewd words were exciting her. What on earth was 
going on! 

She pushed open the bedroom door silently and gazed inside. There, before 
her on the bed, out-lined in the setting sunlight, was Hank, his rigid cock 
held in his hand, actively pumping the loose foreskin up and down. 

Masturbating! And thinking of their mother! 

Judy stared in rapt silence as his hand moved up and back, making his soft 
hairy balls jiggle between his long, muscular legs. His mouth was open, 
although his eyes were closed, and he was muttering fresh obsceneities with 
every breath. 

Judy could not deny the incredible fires that were licking now at her 
recently deflowered pussy. Ooooooh, how wonderful Hank's hard cock looked to 
her ... ooooohhhhh, how she wanted her brother to fuck her! She stepped into 
the room and began to artfully remove her clothes.... 

Hank looked up suddenly. "W-what?" He was painfully embarrassed at having 
been caught in such a compromised position. His face turned a deep shade of 
red, and she knew he was blushing. 

"What are you doing, Judy?" he hissed between his teeth, letting go of his 
penis and pulling a sheet up over it. 

"It's okay, baby brother," she murmured as she stripped, kicking off her 
shoes and sliding her blue jeans down over her firmly rounded hips and long 
legs. She knew that Hank was getting even more wildly aroused at the sight 
of her nakedness, and she felt her excitement increase too as she pulled her 
sweater over her head to reveal her firmly uptilted breasts. 

Hank's mouth was hanging open as she stepped out of her clothes. He gazed at 
his sister's magnificent body in wonder as if he had never seen it quite 
this way. When she fluffed out her long blonde hair so that it fell down 
over the tops of her breasts, the effect was total and utter carnality. The 
teenage boy found his breathing coming in small, ragged gasps, as he 
struggled to get himself under control. First his mother, and now his 
sister. Was everyone mad? 

Yet he couldn't believe how much she was turning him on. After all, Judy was 
his own sister! 

"See anything you like?" she asked in her best imitation of Julie Christie. 
Then she moved sultrily toward where her brother lay waiting nakedly on the 
bed, moving with a calculated wiggle that she had seen girls use in so many 
Hollywood movies. 

Hank was thunderstruck. This performance was so unlike anything he could 
have expected from his sister. What on earth had come over them all! 

Norman Miller! That's what had happened to them! Hank suddenly realized. Why 
the author had planted the seed of his promiscuity like some sexual Johnny 
Appleseed, and now their whole house was crazily alive with it. But he was 
too aroused to care as he sat up and reached out for her. She came into his 
arms, her high-set round breasts flattening against the muscular hardness of 
his young chest. He buried his nose in the sweet youthful fragrance of her 
long, wheat-colored hair, his hard-on resuming its terrible, pounding, 
blood-engorged desire. 

Judy's body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly fleshed 
buttocks and his fingers slipped into the narrow deep crevice between. 

"Darling ... darling brother...." she murmured as he ran his hands in a long 
slow caress up and down her back. Her body strained along with his hands as 
they coursed over her naked skin. Then he returned to her buttocks, rubbing 
then in small circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons of her 
ass-cheeks and slithering one finger in the direction of her tiny puckered 
little anus. Then he withdrew, still somewhat alarmed by the whole 
situation, but she was irresistible and his hands could not help but reach 
out and clutch the firm full cheeks of her buttocks again. Then, gaining a 
strange sort of confidence from her moaning enjoyment, he slid his fingers 
back again between, up and back, gently increasing their pressure. 

God! His sister seemed to welcome his finger there. He pushed his hand up 
inside the full, satin-like softness of her ass-cheeks until his fingers 
came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of her thin blonde pubic 
hair. He pressed one middle finger up between the soft damp flanges of her 
pussy from behind and moved it around in slow, teasing circles, knocking her 
small, nerve-filled clitoris wildly back and forth. The unexpected sensation 
elicited a gasp and a moan from his sister that increased his own abondoned 
fervor. 

"Judy," he murmured nervously, "You don't mind if I touch you there?" 

She shook her head vigorously, gasping for breath. "No, no, do it, Hank, do 
it," she groaned. God, if he didn't continue touching her there, she swore 
she would kill him. Then she groaned again, vaguely aware of his hands 
turning her body on the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole 
naked front was presented up to him like a sacrificial offering full of 
intriguing hollows and curves and secret indentations begging to be 
explored. 

"My God, you're beautiful, Judy," he said in a voice choked with emotion and 
urgent desire for her voluptuous body and tawny flesh. 

"Isn't it time you stopped talking and fucked me?" she said huskily, in a 
voice that made the young boy's penis jerk. He gulped and knelt down, 
running his hands fervently over her whitely heaving breasts, her flat 
smooth belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nakedness. His 
anxiously trembling hands brought forth small animal mewls of delight from 
between his sister's tightly clenched teeth. Judy felt as if there were tiny 
licking flames raging all over her passionately awakened flesh, within the 
softness of her inner thighs, out through the tips of her now pulsating and 
pebble-hard nipples, and down again into the tingling, burning core of her 
pussy where they roared into white heat like the interior of a blast 
furnace. 

"Oh God, Hank," she gasped through parted lips. "Fuck me. Fuck me to 
death.". 

"I want to, Judy, I want to," Hank said, hopelessly aroused. 

She reached around in back of his neck and pulled his head down, mashing her 
lips against his, spearing her tongue into his mouth and lapping at its 
walls top and bottom. 

God, thought Hank, this is crazy! 

But he was totally unable to battle his own raging lust. His hands continued 
rummaging over her magnificent body and he ran one up between her thighs to 
discover that she was wet up there. He could feel the desire-heated center 
of her loins flexing perceptibly in the direction of his naked touch. 

"Ooooooooooooohhhh nice," she sighed continuously up into his open mouth, 
her tongue pushing lewdly at his, licking it, and searching around deep 
inside as though wanting to go all the way down his throat. "Soooooo 
nice...." 

Judy's passion spurred his own, even as disbelief fuzzed his hotly lusting 
brain. She was writhing and twisting beneath him just as she did beneath 
Norman Miller yesterday afternoon. 

He wouldn't be able to stand it another second, he knew, so he moved over, 
slithering on top of her burning white body like a protective blanket. His 
cock felt as it it were about to burst, and he reached down on both sides to 
draw her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her 
throbbing wet cuntal slit was presented open to him in a soft glistening 
oval. 

He held them waiting there for one long, torturous moment, then reached down 
to implant himself. 

And then Judy said something that astonished him! Remembering the pictures 
of the brother and sister that Miller had shown her yesterday, she pleaded 
with her brother in a passionate whisper: "Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me up in the 
ass with your great big cock, darling brother." 

Her words made his penis jerk madly. Gulping, the surprised teenage boy 
wasted no time. She turned over onto her stomach and raised her ass-cheeks 
to an attractive height. Then, his heart pounding madly, he parted the two 
milk-white half-moons of her buttocks to reveal the dark winking pucker of 
her anus within the steep cliffs of its protection. 

Gasping for air, Hank swiped up some of the pre-coital secretions in his 
fingers from her ardently seeping cunt, then he began gently working his 
middle finger into her anal passage with this lewd lubrication. It wasn't 
long before he was sawing in and out of her with two, then three fingers, as 
Judy moaned with ecstatic delirium. 

The lovely teenage girl was quaking with excitement now, as Hank's 
lust-engorged penis waved hungrily between her ass-cheeks, which were wet 
with her excited secretions. 

He paused momentarily, holding her anus open with his fingers, then with one 
long, smooth stroke he slipped his cock upward into their place. 

"Aaeeegggghhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh...." she gurgled in a kind of purr, working 
her buttocks back furiously to capture his ecsatically thrusting rod. The 
smooth wet walls of her rectum clamped around his penis, welcoming him so 
moistly and perfectly that he almost fainted with pleasure. 

"Oooooohhhhh," she crooned deliriously, moaning with lust as her skewered 
rectum fluttered open to receive him. To her surprise, it accommodated 
Hank's rampant rod of flesh with ease. 

Judy groaned incessantly now as her desire-driven brother fucked madly into 
her gripping nether passage, gritting his teeth with lust. Her body 
cooperated with wild abandon. 

Norman Miller sang happily to himself as he stood under the shower, 
lathering his muscularly hard body. He had made a date with Judy for that 
evening, and he was looking forward to it with relish. Perhaps her luscious 
mother would be around too ... perhaps.... 

Visions of having two beauties at one time danced lewdly in his brain. Well, 
what would be would be. Miller didn't believe in having expectations. He 
just believed in living fully whatever the world put before him on his path. 
But one could dream. 

He dressed in a white turtleneck polo shirt and a clean pair of faded jeans, 
then strode jauntily from his house, walking with a light step the half 
block to the Lamston's house. He reached the door and knocked, hoping that 
Cora wouldn't answer it, hoping that he would have no explanations to make. 
Though it didn't really worry him. A writer, a storyteller, he could call 
upon his imagination to produce whatever words would be need to explain his 
calling for her daughter. But there was no answer at all to his knock. 
Strange. Perhaps they were all out. Why, maybe that little bitch was going 
to stand him up. Shit! How could she, after the great fuck he had thrown 
her, after he had introduced her so well to the pleasures of the flesh. 

He knocked again. Well, he thought. I'll just wait inside.... 

He tried the door and it opened freely. He liked the way people in small 
towns never locked their doors. Hopefully, they didn't lock their liquor 
cabinets either, he thought, walking into the quiet downstairs of the house, 
looking around until he found what he was looking for. 

He opened the cabinet door, found a glass and a good bottle of Wild Turkey 
and poured himself a stiff shot. 

He had drunk about half the glass, when suddenly he heard the muffled sounds 
of voices coming from upstairs. He froze silently for a moment, then quietly 
tiptoed toward the staircase where he paused again. The sounds were clearer 
now, grunting animal sounds, low moans, the slap of what sounded like flesh 
striking flesh. Slowly, he began to climb up the stairs, moving in the 
direction of the sounds when he reached the top. The door to a bedroom was 
partially open and he flattened himself against the wall and peered inside. 
Holy shit! 

It was the luscious young girl being buffeted by a teenage boy, who 
resembled her so greatly, it must be her brother. 

How delicious, he thought, how wonderfully opportune. For jealousy was a 
feeling almost unknown to the amoral author. He watched with glee as the 
lovely teenage girl was being sodomized, actually fucked in the ass, by her 
young brother. 

His cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, rising into a full 
blooded erection as he stared at the lewdness before him. God, he wanted 
that girl again, wanted to possess her body as her brother was possessing it 
now, feel himself inside her, fucking her.... 

An impassioned gasp escaped Miller's throat as torrents of desire swept him 
up in a floodtide that set his blood to boiling his cock to throbbing madly 
as it jutted forth from the cloth of his jeans.... 

Cora awoke suddenly from her fitful sleep. It had been sounds that had 
awoken her, strange sounds she could not quite make out. There was something 
wrong about them, something that amplified her tension. It was coming from 
Hank's room, she was sure. She could hear a female voice ... Judy's. She 
could not be mistaken about her own daughter's voice. What was she doing in 
Hank's room, Cora wondered. Then, a moment later, she heard Hank. 

Cora rose from her bed and walked to the doorway, opening it a crack so that 
she could hear better. 

"Oooooh, God!" She heard her daughter whisper in a strangely hoarse 
voice...."Ooooooh, fuck my ass!" 

Cora's hands began to tremble and she ran her tongue around and around her 
lips, moistening them from the terrible dryness she suddenly felt. She 
wanted to go back to bed, block out what she had so unmistakably heard, but 
she could not move. She knew there was no way to escape the terribly obscene 
sounds that were coming from her son's room. Her mind was filling with vivid 
images of what was happening in there. It was awful! It was total madness! 

The horrified mother was immobilized by the sounds, by the realization of 
the image of her young son's muscular body and his big hard cock in his 
sister's-her own daughter's-ass. 

Cora could feel a cold sweat dripping freely down her body beneath the folds 
of her nightgown. And between her tightly clenched thighs, she could feel 
her pussy tingling, quivering in unwanted desire. Her mind, body, every 
nerve and fiber of her being was mesmerized into a state of sensual shock. 

These sounds were too arousing, beyond all rationality, and reason somehow 
was lost to her. As if controlled by an outside force, the confused mother 
moved automatically, her own intense and demanding physical need all that 
mattered. 

Her left had began to move down along her body to the narrow curve of her 
waist and across her stomach to rest on her own swollen pubic mound, then 
exploring, rubbing back and forth across the soft material of her nightgown 
and then up underneath it as her fingers searched lewdly between her 
trembling thighs. A strange exciting wetness seeped from her cuntal lips, 
running freely from her lust-inflamed pussy. Her right hand came up to cup 
one breast, squeezing and kneading the tiny nipple into painful tautness 
through the restrictive nightgown. 

The moaning from within the next room was almost coherent now as daughter 
and son thrashed about wildly on the bed in illicit incestuous sodomy. Cora 
gathered up her nightgown, bunching fold upon fold of its silky material in 
her left hand and drawing it further and further up around her firm, white 
thighs to expose the lightly curling pubic hairs covering her pulsating 
cunt. Holding the gown bunched at her waist, she lowered her right hand 
slowly over her stomach to her hotly steaming pussy and began to massage it, 
knowing it was perverted and wrong, but powerless to stop herself. Pressing 
harder and harder her middle finger sliding wetly along the moist-hair-lined 
slit she found her clitoris and gently began teasing the erect little 
nerve-end with her fingernail, feeling waves of all-consuming sensual 
pleasure ripple through her body. She dipped her finger still lower, 
insinuating it into the tight opening of her moist, inflamed cunt, and began 
pistoning in and out with her thumb rubbed rapturously across her swollen 
clitoris. 

"Oooohhhh, keep on, lover. Don't stop!" Judy's voice seeped through the 
wall. 

"Ooooh, I love fucking your ass hole," Hank answered her. 

Trembling, Cora shut her eyes, the lurid image of what was transpiring on 
the bed in the next room surging through her mind. She could picture her 
young daughter bent over, kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air, 
her own brother's cock sawing in and out of her anal passage. 

And suddenly, her imagination wasn't enough. Suddenly Cora found herself 
compelled to see what was going on Quietly she stepped out of her own room, 
as if directed by a force greater than herself, and walked toward Hank's 
room. 

My God! She hadn't figured at all on what she saw. There was Norman Miller, 
a huge hard-on pulsing from his jeans, watching the brother and sister from 
the doorway. 

Miller saw Cora approaching. He could tell that she was like a woman 
obsessed, past all rational thinking now. He just knew with a practiced 
instinct that her cunt was throbbing wildly, aching with the need for 
release.... 

And he was right. The experiences of yesterday and last night, and now 
this-had completely shattered all and every barrier against indulging in 
total abandoned pleasure that it had taken a lifetime to construct. She was 
a wild woman now, a wanton tigress, and could think of nothing but the wild 
fiery desire in her loins. 

Cora stood beside the writer now, and raised no objections as he reached 
down and drew the material of her nightgown out from between her legs, then 
slipped it in one smooth motion over her head, until she stood naked before 
him. Shamelessly, she thrust her pubic region toward him, her smile was 
age-old, her face sheened with excitement and sweat. "Hello, Norman, 
darling," she cooed softly. 

"Cora, darling...." he murmured, then pointed inside the bedroom...."Look," 
he said, "look at your son and daughter taking pleasure in each other's 
bodies ... why don't we fuck like they are, darling. My cock is so hard 
Cora. Wouldn't you like to have my cock in your ass fucking you while you 
watch Hank and Judy...." 

A low, tortured guttural sound purled from the lust-incited mother's 
throat-and by that sound Miller knew that he had won. He pulled her to him, 
pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his, and he took her hand and 
placed it on his cloth-encased genitals. She didn't move, her eyes still 
fastened on her two children and her ears filled with nothing but the cries 
of their animalistic endeavor. Miller whispered, "Take my cock out, baby ... 
take it out and hold it in your hand...." 

Cora was totally given over not to the total carnality of the scene. It was 
with tremendous pleasure that Miller stood there, while the panting blonde 
unfastened his belt, pulled his jeans and shorts aside and began to stroke 
his naked, bulging cock, her little finger extended downward to tantalize 
the burgeoning sac of his balls. She pressed her naked firm breasts against 
his arm, rubbing the nipples over the hairy flesh, and began kissing him on 
the neck and throat with her hot moist lips as she continued to fondle and 
caress his prick and testicles. 

Then, her boldness manifesting itself still further, she stripped him as 
nude as she was, dropping his clothes to the floor. When he was naked, Cora 
began rubbing his swollen, throbbing cock up and down her secreting cuntal 
slit, guiding it through the wet, soft fringe, causing both of them to moan 
with pleasure and delight. She was tightly grasping the cock of the wildly 
excited author, when he whispered in her ear. "Come on darling, let's join 
them, let's fuck next to your pretty little daughter and your handsome young 
son. You'll like that won't you, Cora, fucking me while we them fucking...." 
breath coming in ragged little pants. Cora ed him as he led her into the 
room. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

On the bed before them Judy Lamston was insanely delighting in the 
sodomizing of her back passage by her grunting young brother. 

The passion-enslaved teenage girl's widespread rectum had grown accustomed 
to the huge rod sunk deeply up in her belly and her buttocks were grinding 
wildly against Hank's sawing cock. She moaned in delight, and her brain was 
reeling furiously. Ooooooooh, his penis feels so wonderful back there I 
never thought anything this wicked could feel this good ... Oooohhhh, I'm a 
real woman now, a real sensuous woman ... aaahhhhhh.... 

Her long silken blonde hair was swirling like a soft cloud around her head. 
The totally abandoned, totally awakened teenager buffeted back harder and 
harder against her brother's pistoning shaft, feeling his bloated testicles 
slap against her wet, secreting pussy below, the hard thud of his naked 
loins pounding against her sensuously sweating young buttocks, the wondrous, 
excitement generated in her swaying breasts by his kneading fingers rolling 
over her erect nipples. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion, twisting, 
bucking, a proud young mare being ridden for the first time bareback, 
reveling in the alien but not unwanted force buried deeply between the 
sensuously quivering moons of her backside.... 

"Ooooooohhh, yesssss. Hank," she heard a voice screech, a voice which she 
knew was her own but which sounded strange and different, "do it to me 
harder, do it, do it, uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm!" 

And it was at that moment that Judy looked up and saw the two people who had 
just entered the room. 

"Mother!" she squealed. "Norman!" 

"Judy ... Hank...." was all that Cora could say. 

"Oh God!" cried Hank. 

"Oh ... shit!" muttered Miller, hoping he could keep things heading in the 
direction they were obviously bound. 

"Stop! Stop!" Cora cried almost uncontrollably now. 

"Wait," said Norman, putting his arm around the distraught woman. "Why 
should they stop. Why shouldn't your children enjoy each other...." 

"Oh! Ohhh ... yes ... oh ... Ah! Ahhh!" Judy was beginning to return to the 
incredible ass fucking she was getting from her brother. 

Norman could no longer bother with the guilt-ridden woman at his side. He 
heard the desire-drugged teenage girl cry out, and her words were 
tremendously exciting to the naked, lust-delirious author, causing his cock 
to palpitate with incredible pressure. His eyes were locked now with Judy's, 
her beautiful body sweat sheened and her firm full breasts quivered. Cora 
would come around, he thought, just wait til she sees what comes next. 

Judy stared up at Miller now, at the handsome virile maleness of him, the 
immense erection held strongly in his hand. 

It was bigger than she had remembered it; it was monstrous, oscillating, the 
head swollen and filmed with seminal fluid from the glans opening. 

The ruggedly handsome writer walked toward the young teenage girl who 
awaited him now with lust-dimmed eyes, as her brother continued the 
delicious ravaging of her anus. Then Norman was kneeling before her, still 
holding his massive prick in his hand as if it were an offering to her 
youthful beauty, the aching secreting knob only inches from the soft, wet, 
pink lips of this woman-child. He stared into the exquisite beauty of her 
face and a low moan escaped his dry lips. 

"Judy, love," he whispered hoarsely. "Open your mouth, open your mouth and 
suck my cock inside...." 

"Norman, oh yes, Norman, I love you and I love Hank ... I love you both, I 
do, I do, oh give it to me Norman, give me your cock...." 

With a groan of pinnacled desire, Norman Miller moved his hips forward, 
guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist prick to the parted, waiting mouth 
of the teenage beauty. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication 
against her lips, felt the heavy, bloated head of his shaft resting against 
them, and then she opened her mouth to accept his offering of love. 

"Oh God! What are you doing?" cried Cora from a distance. 

But no one, not son nor daughter nor lover heard the distraught pleadings of 
the voluptuous woman who watched them with horror. 

But while Cora protested, her own body once again betrayed her and she 
watched intently now, her hand dipping down to fondle her own genitalia in 
unconscious cognition of her own billowing passion. 

Judy's hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately-Miller's cock-and 
began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and 
around the slippery head, easing the tip of her fiery little tongue into the 
open slit of the glans. Her head pumped abandoningly to and fro, slavishly 
licking every inch of Miller's thick shaft, sucking harder, harder, her 
tongue swirling faster and faster as she reveled in the delicious, enticing, 
forbidden taste of the penis that she learned to look to for pleausre. 
Miller's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own thrusting movement 
to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working 
together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Judy could feel the secreting 
shaft batter against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense 
ramming pressure there, the loving pressure, her lips ovaling maddeningly as 
she attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from his balls like a 
siphon to her own aching waiting young throat. 

Behind her, her brother watched the wildly lust-inciting sight of Norman 
Miller fucking his big, hard cock into the eagerly sucking mouth of his 
sister. The youth was driven on to crazed durbbings into her constricting 
anus as he realized that the release of his incredible load of sperm was 
near an end, his balls throbbing like two wild things as they slapped hard 
against the wet, soft furrow of Judy's cunt. She rolled and flung her 
buttocks back now against Hank's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in 
her but concentrating too on Millers wondrous prick in the warm, wet grotto 
of her mouth. She mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally 
abandoning herself now, her hips and tightly clenching rectum swirling more 
wildly around Hank's shaft, her lips and tongue wildly tasting every ridge 
and vein of Miller's enormous Ooooooohhhhhhhh, this is wonderful, it's good, 
it's right! Miller chanted hypnotically, spreading an erotic sense of 
well-being through the room. Then he muttered, "Judy, my darling, your mouth 
is like soft, hot butter flowing around my cock, oh Judy, oh oh oh 
aaaaahhhhhmmmmm...." 

Miller was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at Judy's slavishly 
working mouth around the great girth of his penis, and he could see her 
taut, firm young breasts sway and dance from her chest as she rode her mouth 
back and forth along his cock. He could see her lips clinging to the head of 
his immense weapon on the backstroke of her head, and he could feel the 
pressure of his impending cum constricting his swinging testicles panifully, 
the twin blocks of desire slapping enticingly off the small, sweat-covered 
chin of this woman-child as she sucked him. 

Judy began to nibble with her sharp white teeth the rock-hard, bloated skin 
of his blood-filled cock, sipping at it as if it were a gigantic straw and 
his semen was a delicious ice cream treat and she wanted all of it in her 
mouth, wanted him to cum, her first lover, wanted to taste the man's hot 
seed as it filled her mouth to overflowing. More wildly she sucked him now, 
flinging and rolling her buttocks back against the pile-driving pole of her 
brother, Hank, caught between two pistoning cocks as if she was a pull-toy 
on two huge rubber bands. 

And then, suddenly, the sight of Norman Miller so abandonedly fucking into 
his sister's mouth, and the girl so voraciously sucking him, was too much 
for Hank to bear. His fingers dug into Judy's quivering hips, and he began 
to chant crazily, his eyes rolling in their sockets, "I'm cumming, I'm 
cumming, I'm cummmmiinnnnggggggg!" His cock began to jerk then as he 
pummeled insanely forward into his sister's anus, and Judy suddenly felt his 
fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the burning cauldrons of 
his testicles and fill her rectum to overflowing, felt the searing liquid 
run down along the crevice of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her 
thighs, and pool on the bedcover beneath her flailing body. 

"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhh!" she gurgled in mindless delight around Miller's 
cock, the pressure of Hank's thrusts as he continued to jettison more and 
more torrents of steaming hot seed into her anus driving her face forward so 
that her lips and her nose were pressed tightly against the wiry bristles of 
Miller's thick pubic hair, his prick deep in her young throat and the 
masculine aroma of his heaving genitals like an added aphrodesia in her 
flaring nostrils. 

Then, all at once. Hank's spasming prick gave one final spurt, deflating 
like a punctured balloon, and the handsome youth fell away from his teenage 
sister, his cock pulling from her stretched, glistening asshole with an 
obscene popping sound. He rolled away, lying face up, gasping with his spent 
desire. 

Cora, who had been masturbating furiously as she watched Miller fuck into 
her daughter's softly ovaled mouth while Hank thrust and bucked into her 
anus from behind, now removed her hand from her aching, still unsatiated 
cunt and crawled over to where Hank lay. She began planting hot feverish 
kisses on his limp, shining cock, imploring it to get hard, to ease the 
tremendous burning fire in her own cunt, licking and sucking her son's 
flaccid member in an attempt to raise it up again for her lustful 
satisfaction. Gone were all her cares gone was all her guilt ... it had to 
be all right, it had to, or else they were all mad ... And all she 
understood any more was the burning in her belly, and her lust overcoming 
all considerations of her mind. 

With the driving pressure gone from her backsides and the thrill of Hank's 
hot, molten cum still tingling in her bowels Judy was free now to suck 
Miller properly, her soft, hot tongue and mouth renewed their frenzied 
lickings of the rigid, palpitating member pressed tightly between her thinly 
convoluted lips, her head working like a maniacal piston, back and forth, 
band and forth, back and forth.... 

And for all his experience, nothing had ever been this wonderful, this 
marvelously good for Norman Miller! This was the ultimate feeling, this 
sweet teenager's soft young mouth around his mighty organ of flesh ... this 
was the ultimate for any older man, to give his cock this way, to spew forth 
his loving seed into her mouth, into her throat.... 

No.... 

Suddenly he was overcome with the desire to fuck her breasts. 

"Turn over," he muttered, slowly withdrawing his cock from her mouth and 
exposing it to the cool air. 

Obediently, she complied, and his eyes fastened on her firm ripe breasts 
swaying out gently to the sides and quivering slightly with each mewling 
gasp from her happy throat. His eyes blazed just a little madly and he 
slithered forward and straddled her with one leg on either side, shoving his 
wildly energized rod into the narrow cleft he was able to make by pushing 
those two warm mounds together. 

He crushed their soft resiliency in his hands, kneading and stretching at 
them, staching them ooze through his hands like foam rubber, then spring 
voluptuously back into shape when he released them. 

He pushed them together so that they met across her chest and formed a 
velvety yielding tunnel in which his penis was sensuously entrapped. Then he 
began an easy rocking movement, thrusting his whole lustfully throbbing 
rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by her rounded white 
mounds. As he pushed, the heated red head of his cock appeared at the far 
end and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a small lewd trace of 
moisture each time it touched. 

He continued the slow rocking motion between her tightly held breasts for 
several minutes, feeling his blood-engorged member expand until he was 
afraid it would erupt into a rushing fountain of sperm before he was quite 
ready. He tweaked her passion-stiffened nipples and rubbed them over the top 
of his urgent male hardness. At the same time he watched this gorgeous young 
blonde to see what the effect this was having on her. 

The girl was half out of her mind with lust. 

"Oh God, fuck me Norman fuck me pleeeeeease!" she moaned wildly. "Fuck me, 
fuck my hot cunt." 

Slowly he drew his hips back to pull his insanely aroused cock from the 
soft, rounded mounds of her breasts. Her eyes stared at him as his mouth 
sought hers, found it, and kissed her kissed her as their tongues curled 
around one another, burning, flicking back and forth, and she moaned and 
sucked on his tongue as she had sucked on his swelling cock only moments 
ago. 

Alongside the bed, on the softly carpeted floor, Cora had succeeded in 
reviving her son's erection and the boy had entered her and was fucking with 
wild abandon now into his own mother's cunt. 

"Oh mother ... oh mom," Hank groaned as he felt the hot walls of his 
mother's cunt clasping hotly, wetly around his lust-engorged penis.... 

Norman Miller's hands stoked Judy's softly nude body, and she twisted and 
undulated her body in his embrace, her mouth still fused hotly with his. He 
caressed her soft fevered breasts, kneading and manipulating the smooth, 
unblemished young flesh, her hardened nipples, until she mewled with the 
pleasure of his mouth. Then his hand was moving down, down over her flat 
stomach, through the wispy pelt of her pubic hair, finally touching the 
erect pulsing shaft of clitoris. She whimpered in unrestrained pleasure as 
he massaged the tiny, trembling bud between his thumb and forefinger, her 
loins beginning to grind down into the bed in wild, uncontrolled 
counterpoint to his fingering movements down between her legs. 

Now Judy had located his prick with her right hand, drawing the foreskin 
back and forth over the hard knob, tickling the blood-swollen vein on its 
underside. She felt every ridge muscle, every vein in its immense expanse 
with her fingers, just as she had with her mouth moments before. The young 
teenage girl was completely lost now in the consuming passion on which his 
teasing fingers were sending beyond the realm of endurability. 

She pulled her mouth from his, crying out, "Do it to me, Oooooh, please, do 
it to me now!" 

Her words sent skyrockets of excitement bursting through Miller's brain, and 
rolled over, poising, watching with burning desire as the young girl drew 
her legs back, knees to her quivering young breasts, and spread widely, 
enticingly, her thighs to expose the full splendor of her pink, 
passion-soaked, petal-like vaginal slit to his eyes. 

Groaning mesmerically, the author crawled between the girl's upraised legs 
peering down into her perspiring face, and he breathed to her, "Honey, take 
it in your hand, take my cock in your hand, my darling. Put it inside you, 
put it inside your sweet little pussy where it belongs...." 

"Yess, ooooh yesssss!" 

Her hand slipped down as she tossed and flung her nubile body on the 
sweat-soaked bed and encircled his thick throbbing cock with her small 
fingers. She spread her legs and thighs ever wider apart as her fingers dug 
into the moist, slick surface of his rod. And then, she was guiding his 
prick toward the small, most, hot opening of her vagina, using its bulbous 
head to part the soft pubic down and the full, fleshy tips of her tender 
sweet cunt. 

Judy gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of his hard organ 
against her damp, sensitive flesh. Miller flicked his hips lightly forward, 
not wanting to intrude too suddenly wanting her to enjoy every moment as he 
inserted his huge member at the tight entrance of her orifice. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried with delicious desire. "Aaaaahhhhh!" 

He pushed forward again and the gigantic crest forced its way into the 
tight, moist opening. Her hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost 
the full length of his tumescent rod in the folds of her young waiting cunt, 
sending it racing along the lubricated passage and into her belly until she 
felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smack solidly against the upturned 
cheeks of her satin-soft buttocks.... 

... Beside them on the floor, Judy could hear her mother wailing 
passionately beneath her brother. 

Cora was in ecstasy. He was inside her. Her loving son was possessing her 
hotly sucking pussy. It was the most rapturous thought she could ever know, 
heightened by the knowledge that on the bed next to her was Norman Miller 
and her daughter mirroring their own lewd act. Cora loved every inch of 
Hank's hard prick buried in her warm, wet pussy, loved her son deeper and 
truer than any mother had ever loved her son. He sent his thick shaft deeper 
and deeper into her, repeating the motion again and again, each time raising 
moans of delight and joy from her that were echoed by the couple on the 
bed.... 

... Miller had begun a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his 
cock tightly into Judy's naked crotch, expanding the walls other young pussy 
even more, and her own buttocks were rotating even more insanely, demanding 
harder thrusts from his churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, 
smooth strokes, and her body reacted in kind chills of excitement and 
rapture spiralling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of his 
heavy, burgeoning cock burrow into her throbbing cuntal canal.... 

... Hank was increasing the pace of his fucking into his mother now, and the 
length of his stroke, feeling he couldn't last much longer, feeling the 
volcano that was his balls almost brimming over. His mother raised her 
widespread loins up to him in. simultaneous rhythm to his every downward 
thrust as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her need and 
desire.... 

... And Miller, too, was slamming into Judy with increasing force, drawing 
his swollen cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath, clasping at it 
hungrily, lovingly then plunging down again his swollen testicles slapped 
hard against her puckered little anal opening. The pressure was mounting, 
mounting in his billowing scrotum, and his head swam wildly with the 
impending knowledge of his cumming, of his filling of his daughter with 
torrents of rushing, devoted seed. 

Judy began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, impaled on 
Miller's rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans bubbled past her lips. 
His mouth was fastened on hers again now, and she sucked once more at his 
tongue, buried half into her throat, trying to milk it as her pussy was 
trying to milk his pistoning cock, and her legs raised even higher to 
receive his thundering offering. 

"I'm ... I'm almost ... there my darling!" Miller shouted in mindless 
ecstasy, pulling his mouth from hers, and she gurgled in agreement her 
encouragement, her need around his tongue. She was almost there herself. She 
wanted to cum with him, co-mingle his juices with hers inside her belly, cum 
for the third time in her life, the ultimate, most wonderful cumming 
imaginable with her mother and brother so close, her mother and brother 
fucking beside them on the floor. 

Judy could hear that Hank had increased his pace even more, and saw out of 
the corner of her eye her mother writhing wildly beneath him, grinding up 
and down his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling 
as she lurched her legs upwards. And Judy knew that they too were nearing 
orgasm. Hank pounded, pounded, deeper and deeper, pressing his hands behind 
his mother's knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving breasts 
until her head was framed between them. Judy could see the talbeau of her 
mother's crotch higher and wider, open to Hank's increased plunges, his 
drubbing of love. 

"Oooohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh!" Judy chanted under Miller as she felt her orgasm 
climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion-contorted features were like a 
caricature of her normally soft, innocent loveliness. 

Her panting lover ground his cock deep and hard, faster and faster into the 
tender sanctuary of her womb. He watched her breasts heave and quiver as a 
result of his pummeling. even saw their tiny nipples expnad before his very 
eyes as she tossed her head wildly, crazily, from side to side, blonde hair 
flying. And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth opening wide and a cry 
of pure, unadulterated delight, of total rapture tore from the very core of 
her young being. 

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." 

While at the same time from the floor they both heard: "Mother ... mother 
... Aaaiiiieeeeeeeee!" as the couple beside them, mother and son, thrashed 
wildly in the throes of orgasmic love. 

As Miller felt Judy's pussy walls begin to secrete their warm gushes of wet, 
sticky fluid around his plundering cock, inundating his shaft and his 
heaving balls, he began to thrust, with renewed urgency, faster, deeper, 
with all the strength he possessed. He had to cum with her. he had to! 

Suddenly then, he sensed his own hot churning sperm was about to race 
through his cock to fill the girl's womb. She jerked wildly, spasmodically, 
the mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath spewing against 
his face in short, ragged gasps, and then his orgasm struck fully and his 
balls erupted burning fire from within them, causing his body to tremble in 
palsied motion. His juices spurted from the opening in his prickhead, far, 
deep, deep, far into the teenage girl's violently quivering recesses ... a 
never-ending flow which caused her to moan in indecipherable cries of 
delight as her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of delectation he was 
emptying into her, her orgiastic liquids fusing with his to puddle out 
around his spasming cock, matting their pubic hair together.... 

Gradually, the two men, Hank and Miller, withdrew their deflating cocks from 
the two Lamston females, and the four of them sprawled nakedly in the 
bedroom, half comatose from the fantastic releases. Judy lay across the 
loins and chest of the older writer, her own slender legs wide apart, a 
tempting view of her sperm-flooded crevice gleaming with matted blonded 
pubic hair in the light. Her mother crawled over Hank to reach her lovely 
daughter and cradled her naked child tenderly in her arms. 

"I love you, Judy," she huskily. "I love you too, Mother," her daughter 
murmured, and then bent forward to fondly kiss the erected nipple of ne 
quivering breast. 

"Christ!" Norman Miller sighed. 

Hank sat up, scratching his head comically. "Ditto," he said. "That was one 
hell of a party." 

But the party had only just begun! 

EPILOGUE 

"Oh, come on now, Cora," Miller was saying as he wolfed down a forkful of 
pancakes with sausage. 

The foursome had been like a family, an abandonedly happy family for almost 
a month now, each one enjoying all the others fully in erotic delight. And 
Miller was astonished to hear Cora protesting even now, that maybe it wasn't 
right. 

"Christ, woman! Don't you know what's good for you?" 

Cora came up behind him, placing her arms around his neck and kissing him 
playfully on the ear. "You know you've made me-all of us-happy, darling ... 
but, still. All those taboos over all those centuries. Our ancestors must 
have done it for a reason." 

"Sure," he said. "Ignorance. The same ignorant reasons they killed each 
other off, and fought endless wars, enslaved each other...." 

But still Cora looked dubious. 

Then Miller had an idea. He turned to Judy. "Hey, little flower, remember 
those pictures I showed you once. Of the African kids ... the brothers and 
sisters who loved each other." 

"Sure," she giggled. The pictures were unforgettable, had started this whole 
thing as far as she was concerned. 

"Well, at the time I showed them to you, I was-uh-a bit too preoccupied to 
tell you much about the tribe. But they are known to be the most 
peace-loving people in the world. They are a sharing and peaceful society, 
almost childlike in their innocent happiness ... in fact," he paused here 
for effect, "they have no word in their language for war!" 

Everyone nodded with interest. "Tell you what," Miller continued, suddenly 
rising to his feet and heading for the phone.... 

He dialed a number, then the Lamstons heard him say, "That's right ... four 
tickets to the Barbary Shore...." 

When he returned to the breakfast table. Cora and Judy threw their arms 
around him, kissing him, while Hank poked him playfully in the belly with 
his fist. 

"I think," Miller told them, "we should all go native for awhile." 


THE END
