Mother's Vocation
by Faye Jackson
(LLP-584)


CHAPTER ONE 

The Colorado Rockies loomed on the horizon, and even though Christa Lamer 
knew she was driving closer to them, they always appeared to be the same 
distance away. Her rented Chevy Impala bounced. on the old, well-worn two 
lane road. There had been no signs of any kind for the last three miles, and 
she began to wonder if she was lost. Beside her, thirteen year old Cybil sat 
with the map open on her lap. Mother and daughter reached that point which 
comes in every trip when there is simply nothing to say to each other. The 
silence between them, while not uncomfortable, allowed Christa to think. She 
wondered what lay in store for her in the next two weeks. It was the first 
time she had ever been away from her husband, Frank, in the fourteen years 
of their marriage. 

Even though the young blonde woman had, been used to taking care of herself 
before she married, she had fallen into the trap so many married women do; 
she had forgotten how to live alone and do things for herself. She almost 
wished that Cybil would have decided to stay in Chicago with her father. 
Having Cybil along might slow her down some. But that's silly, she thought 
to herself as she turned her pretty face away from her daughter and 
concentrated again on her driving. She got along well enough with Cybil. 

Mother and daughter were like peas in a pod. Both of them had light, golden 
full blonde hair and deep azure blue eyes. Cybil looked almost exactly the 
way her mother had when she had been thirteen. And, except for the more 
mature hair style Christa preferred, it might take a stranger several 
moments to see that the mother was twenty years older than her daughter. 
Christa's hair was finely sculptured, cut just below her ears and shaped to 
fit her perfectly featured face by Chicago's most famous hairdresser. Cybil 
preferred to have her hair in the style the young people were wearing. It's 
full, shimmering length had been uncut since the day she had been born, and 
parted in the middle. The daughter's body features, though were no less 
developed than her petite mother's. Cybil had been blessed with an early 
puberty, and was already borrowing some of her mother's bras. 

They were both dressed in the same outfits. . . tight, form fitting jeans 
and sheer white cotton blouses. But where Christa's jeans were new and deep 
blue, Cybil's had a worn and faded look, as though she hadn't another pair 
of pants to her name. They both wore leather shoes, specially bought for the 
two weeks they would be spending in the dude ranch fifty miles from Denver. 
Christa's feet remained calm as she pressed gently on the accelerator, while 
Cybil's feet tapped to the mental rhythm of the latest top-forty rock song. 
As Cybil watched the Colorado countryside pass by the car, she noticed the 
silence more than her mother seemed to. The young girl felt a little more 
uncomfortable at being with her mother than she would have liked. Damn, she 
thought, sometimes they treat me as though they don't think I know what the 
score is. 

Cybil was a lot more sensitive to her parent's actions then they would give 
her credit for. She hadn't said anything about it, but she had heard her 
mother and father arguing the night before they left. Cybil had seen it 
coming for a long time. Her mother felt as though she was still young enough 
to have fun in life, but her father.. . that stodgy old man . . . Cybil 
didn't even like being around him. He was so old-fashioned, so set in his 
ways . . . Every time she would bring one of her boyfriends home, even if it 
was just to study with him, her father demanded to know everything about the 
boy. Naturally, it was all but impossible to get anyone to come to her house 
more than once. No one liked to think that they were getting the 
third-degree from a father just for a casual date! 

Cybil had learned, though, that there were ways to get around her father's 
watchful eye. She would simply tell him that she was going to a girlfriend's 
house to do some homework.. . without bothering to mention that there would 
be boys there. At least her mother seemed to understand that she needed a 
little freedom with her life, though even she still treated her like a 
little child sometimes. When her mother had asked her if she wanted to come 
along on the two week vacation, the choice had been clear. Cybil knew she 
would never be able to stand two weeks with her father without her mother 
there for at least some support. And after the petty snappings both her 
parents had been having . . . Her father had let her mother know that he 
didn't like the idea of husband and wife taking separate vacations, no 
matter what the lovely woman had read in the women's magazine. Cybil had 
read the article, which said that it was sometimes a good thing that husband 
and wife do something apart from each other. Cybil agreed wholeheartedly 
with the article . . . especially when it meant getting away from her 
father. 

Christa breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the sign pointing the way to 
the Broken L Dude Ranch. 

"We're almost there, honey," she said to her daughter, breaking the silence 
that existed ever since they had been driving from the airport in Denver. 

"You didn't think I would get lost, did you," her daughter replied jokingly. 
Cybil liked her mother. She felt very sorry for her, having to live with a 
man like her father. Cybil knew that there would come a time . . . soon, she 
hoped, when she would be able to leave both her parents and make a life for 
herself. Her mother, though, was stuck with Frank. Cybil hoped that she 
would never find herself in the same situation as her mother did now . . . 
having to take a vacation away from her husband in order to save a marriage. 
It seemed senseless to the young, petite girl. There were so many other men 
around . . . men who would be more than happy to give her mother the type of 
life she deserved. She didn't have to settle for a man like Frank Lamer. 

Christa felt her heart pounding with anticipation in her chest as she 
finally drove the car into the ranch parking lot. How long has it been, she 
asked herself as she turned off the engine, since I've done something like 
this by myself? God . . . Not since I was in college. 

At the moment, college seemed like a million years ago . . . a million miles 
away. She had met Frank in college. . . . 

As mother and daughter got out of the car, stretching after their two hour 
ride, Christa took a deep breath, her full, well-formed breasts straining 
against the sheer blouse as she inhaled the deep aromas of pine, spruce and 
clean fresh air. She had been living in the city for too long, she thought, 
feeling more relaxed now than she had been since she got in the plane in 
O'Hare. This was going to be a beautiful two weeks. . . away from the hustle 
and bustle of the city . . , . the smog.. . . the noise and traffic . . . 
the people.. . . 

Even though Cybil tried to look as unimpressed as she could, she was 
inwardly excited. This was the first time she had been so far away from 
home, and the vacations her parents had taken her on were generally to other 
large cities. They would stay in hotels, eat out every day . . . Those 
vacations had been exciting for only a few days. Cybil was convinced that 
most cities were the same . . . and she had grown up in a large city. But 
this . . . this was something truly different. This was pure nature . . . 
wild and untamed. There were horses here, and mountains, and forests.. . It 
was so different that Cybil knew she would never get as tired of being here 
as she had in New York, Boston, and the dozens of other places her father 
wanted to go. 

"Help me with the bags," her mother said, breaking Cybil's train of thought. 
"It feels like I brought everything I own." 

"Oh, Mom," Cybil said, a small amount of disgust in her voice. But she 
hurried to help her mother. The sooner they got squared away, the sooner she 
would be able to go hiking along the trails. 

She and her mother reached into the opened trunk and pulled out the massive 
dress bag, only to have it slip out of their slender hands and thud in the 
gravel of the driveway. 

"Whew," her mother laughed. "I'd forgotten how heavy this thing is." 

"Then allow me," a deep, masculine voice said from behind. 

Mother and daughter turned around to see a rugged-looking man dressed in 
heavy jeans and a faded work shirt coming up to them. Christa started to say 
something, but before she had a chance, the man reached out with a strong, 
hard-skinned hand and gripped the handle tightly, lifting it as though it 
were filled with feathers. The man was broad-shouldered, looking as though 
tied and branded a whole herd of cattle. His jet-black hair was neat and 
short, barely reaching the collar of his shirt. His face was set and 
determined, and as he walked to the rough-hewn office of the ranch, Christa 
tried to guess his age. His heavily muscled body could be anywhere from 
thirty to fifty, and he carried himself with all the assurance of a man who 
knew what he wanted . . . and how to go about getting it. 

He set the bag down on the front porch of the office and called to a young 
boy leaning against a station wagon. 

"Lars . . . see if they have anything more." 

The boy, dressed almost exactly as the man, though with hair covering his 
ears, and his shirt unbuttoned half-way down, moved slowly, though just as 
determined, toward the rented car. 

"I . . . I have a large suitcase," Cybil stammered, making a feeble effort 
to pull it out of the trunk. 

"Not too big, I hope," the boy joked, smiling to the lovely young girl as he 
reached in and hoisted it out with one hand. 

"Do you work here?" Christa asked. 

"Naw . . . " the man said, waiting for the boy, Christa and Cyble to join 
him on the porch. "We're just here for a good time, like yourselves. It just 
looked as though you could use a little help, and I've always tried to teach 
my son to help those who needed it. That's my son, Lars. I'm Cliff Bova." 

He extended his powerful-looking hand for 

Christa to shake, and she was a little surprised when she did. She thought 
he would have crushed her, but he was amazingly gentle. It was as though he 
had total and perfect control with his muscles. 

"I'm Christa Lamer," she said, returning his warm and friendly smile. "And 
this is my daughter, Cybil." 

"And a right pretty daughter she is," Cliff complimented. "She's the 
spittin' image of you. I would have thought the two of you were sisters." 

Christa lowered her head and blushed. She had heard that so often she never 
thought it would affect her, but hearing it from this man somehow made her 
feel like a little girl again. 

"We'd better get checked in, dad," Lars said in a monotone voice. 

"Right, son," Cliff said with an exaggerated gesture. "The young lady and I 
will see to everything. You stay out here and keep Cybil occupied." 

He held the door open and Christa entered. "Pardon my asking, Mrs. Lamer, 
but didn't your husband come with you?" 

"Please . . . call me Chris," she said, taking a deep breath. She hadn't 
thought about it, but she should have known that the question might come up. 
She didn't want to tell the truth, though. Even though Cliff seemed like a 
very nice man, the wrong impression could be too easily gotten. 

"No . . . he had to stay home on business. This is . . . a . . . sort of 
present." 

"Seems like a shame that he couldn't come along," Cliff said in a drawl. 
"Business is something that will always be there. A man should take 
advantage to get away when he can." 

Christa shrugged her shoulders and filled out the necessary forms at the 
front desk. She could almost feel Cliffs eyes running over her body, resting 
for a moment on the generous swell of her luscious breasts and traveling 
down to the firm, ripe half-moons of her denim covered buttocks. It made her 
feel a little uncomfortable, but she tried to put that thought out of her 
mind. She knew she was a very lovely woman, and living in the city had 
taught her that many men looked at women. There was nothing wrong with just 
looking, she thought, as long as that's as far as they went. She was a 
married woman, and she wanted to remain one. She knew some women who thought 
nothing of cheating on their husbands, but she wasn't one of them. She had 
had many opportunities, but she had resisted the temptation many times 
before. No matter how bad things got between her and Frank, she was still 
his wife! 

"Well, now," he said as he glanced at her forms before filling out his own. 
"I see you have cabin nine. That's right nice. Lars and me, we have number 
ten, right next door. Looks like you and me axe gonna be neighbors. At least 
you'll have someone to carry your bags there." He smiled and gave her a 
little wink, and in spite of herself, Christa smiled back. She was coming 
under a strange charm with this man. He seemed so . . . so Western, someone 
who had just stepped out of a movie. She was everything she would' have 
expected a cowboy to be, and knowing someone new would be nice. She hoped 
that Cybil was getting along with his son as well as she seemed to be 
getting along with Cliff. She could be so unpredictable at times. 

Christa and Cliff walked out of the office, each dangling their cabin keys, 
and Christa could see that her fears had been groundless. Her daughter was 
all smiles, and she rushed up to her mother, her young pretty face split 
wide with a smile of eager anticipation. 

"Mom . . . Mom . . . Lars asked me to go hiking with him tomorrow morning. 
Can I go? Please?" 

"Welllllll.. . " Christa would have liked to know these two people a little 
better. The thought of her daughter wandering around in the woods with a 
total stranger was something that just didn't set right with her. 

"There's a trail that starts right behind the office, Mrs. Lamer," Lars said 
politely. "It's sort of a good beginning path. Goes in about a mile and 
opens up into a clearing." 

"You seem to know this place rather well," Christa commented. 

"Yeah, well, Lars and I have been here so many times that we like to think 
of it as our second home," Cliff told her. 

"Please, Mom.. . ? " Cybil pleaded again. Christa could see the eagerness in 
her daughter's eyes. Her first impulse was to tell her daughter no. After 
all, she was still a child. She may be among the smartest children in her 
class, but these two people were still strangers. What am I thinking about? 
she asked herself quickly. Cybil is fast becoming a woman. She's been with 
boys before. She can take care of herself. And these people have been so 
nice.. . . 

"I guess it's all right," she finally said, guarding her voice to keep her 
concern from her daughter. 

"Oh, thank you mom . . . thank you," Cybil said as she hugged her mother 
tightly around her waist. While the two women were busy with each other, 
they failed to notice the little wink that passed between Lars and Cliff, 
father and son smiling knowingly at each other. 

"If you folks are expecting to get some chow, you'd better hurry," Cliff 
said. "The mess cabin closes in something like half an hour." 

Lars started to say something, but his father silenced him with a wave of 
his hand. "My son and I will be glad to help you carry your bags to your 
cabin." 

"Thank you," Christa said, her mouth upturned in a cheery smile. "You've 
been so wonderful. Won't you join us for dinner?" 

As soon as she said it, the lovely thirty-three year old wife regretted it. 
Something like that could very easily be taken the wrong way. A wife 
vacationing away from her husband.. . . 

"Thanks, but we can't," Cliff said quickly. Lars's mouth nearly dropped to 
the ground as he listened to his father say that. "Lars and I have already 
eaten. We had something in Denver before we came here, didn't we, son?" 

Lars followed his father's lead wonderingly. "Uh.. . yeah.. . We ate at home 
before we came," he said. 

"Well, another time, then," Christa said as she followed next to her 
daughter behind Cliff and Lars. The burly man unlocked her cabin and walked 
into the one-room structure, dropping Christa's bag on the bed. Lars set 
Cybil's next to her mother's, and the two men went to the opened door. 

"I'll come by around nine o'clock, Cyb," Lars said, smiling politely. 

"I'll be ready," she said, smiling sweetly and innocently. 

Cliff closed the door and walked away from the cabin. His son followed, and, 
when he was certain they were out of ear shot, said, "Wow! I never thought 
I'd live to see the day you let someone like that slip through your 
fingers." 

Cliff smiled to himself, and turned his head slightly toward his son. "I 
don't follow you, Lars," he said, his coal-black eyes sparkling in the 
setting sun. 

"Well, Jesus, that Lamer woman has a body that just won't quit." 

"You aren't telling me something I don't already know," Cliff said, his 
voice sounding somewhat tired and drawn out. 

"Then how come you didn't take her up on the invitation she offered for 
dinner?" 

"This one's a little different," Cliff said. "It looks like you made out all 
right with her daughter though." 

"Yeah.. . Cyb and I got along all right. But what do you mean the Lamer cunt 
is a little different?" 

"I don't know . . . I really wish I did, but there's just something about 
her. . . . " 

His voice trailed off as though he were trying to think of something. 

"Did she fall for that sob story about you being a widow?" Lars asked after 
a moment's silence, punctuated by the sound of their feet striking the 
gravel on the ground. 

"You know, son that little matter never came up." Cliff said it as though he 
hadn't even thought about it before. "She seemed to fall for the old Western 
charm, though. God, these city slickers think we're all hicks out here. I 
made sure I laid on the drawl nice and thick. I think I want to find out 
just how married she is. A woman like that.. . I think I could work it so 
that she comes to me . . . sort of like a horse coming to a piece of sugar." 

Lars looked at his father like he was seeing him for the first time. "All I 
know is, just being around Cybil made my cock swell so much I was certain 
she'd think something was up." 

"Yeah . . . I could sure tell," the father said smiling. "How old did she 
say she was?" 

"Hell, she said she was sixteen, but that's a crock of bullshit. She's not a 
day over fourteen . . . if she's that old." 

"You may have to go easy with her then. I'll bet she's been felt up a few 
times, but that hymen of hers is intact." 

"Just icing on the cake, Dad . . . just icing on the cake." 

Cliff smiled as he thought of his son fucking Cybil silly. Shit, that young 
little bitch wouldn't know which end was up after Lars finished with her. 
He'd trained his son well, giving him the type of instruction he believed a 
father should give a son. Even though Lars was only seventeen, the young man 
had fucked so many women that Cliff had lost count. That had been the reason 
Cliffs wife had left him. She believed that Lars was just too wild to 
control . . . and she had the same feelings about Cliff, especially after 
she'd caught him sucking one of the secretaries in his office while his cock 
was ramming in and out of another's mouth. Maggie Bova had filed for a 
divorce the very next day, almost two years ago, and since that time, Cliff 
and Lars had been leading the care-free life of two bachelors, going on 
trips together and screwing endless women. 

Hell, Cliff thought as he opened the door to the cabin he was sharing with 
Lars, he hadn't said anything, but he had been hoping that he could get a 
little rest from things like that. His son might be able to fuck from dawn 
to dusk, and then some, but Cliff was getting a little tired. Too much of 
anything, even sex, can leave a man drained . . . physically as well as 
emotionally. When he and his son decided to spend two weeks at the ranch, 
Cliff had decided that he wasn't going to make any special effort to pick up 
some pussy. If Lars wanted to run himself ragged, that was fine with Cliff. 
But for two weeks, he was going to take what came. He hadn't thought about 
it until Lars brought it up, but his own penis hadn't swollen once, despite 
the nearness of Christa's luscious body. He wasn't worried about it, though. 
He wasn't going to let his son get one up on him. He was just going to take 
more time. Shit. . . everyone needs a vacation now and then. 

He didn't know then, but his vacation would be lasting a lot longer than two 
weeks.. . . 

* * * 

Cybil threw her arms out to her sides as she allowed her body to fall 
crossways on the bed she had chosen. "Mmmmmmmmm . . . I haven't had a meal 
like that in a long time. Why can't we char-broil steaks like that at home?" 

Christa sat on the edge of her bed and smiled as she arranged her toiletries 
in the small desk beside her bed. The truth of the matter was, they had had 
steaks like that in Chicago. Everything seemed to taste much better out here 
on the ranch, though. Cybil was certainly smitten by being away from the 
city. Christa had been a little apprehensive about bringing her daughter 
with her, but she could see now that she had done the right thing. She 
shuddered slightly as she thought of what it would have been like for Cybil 
and Frank; for the two of them to be left alone with each other for two 
weeks. It was really too bad that father and daughter didn't get along. 
Christa was almost at her wit's end. She hoped that being away from Frank 
would be as good for Cybil as it was for herself. 

"That Lars Bova is kind of cute," Christa said as casually as she could. 

"Yeah . . . he's all right," Cybil answered in a tone that let her knowing 
mother understand that she was getting something of a crush on Lars. Her 
reaction now was that she shouldn't allow her daughter to go on the hiking 
trip the next morning, even though she had told her she could. But she tried 
to put that thought out of her mind. The boy had acted so politely and 
seemed so honest that she really couldn't think of anything to worry about. 
She could trust her daughter. She may be only thirteen, but she was a good 
daughter. She wouldn't do anything stupid. She'd been with boys before.. . . 

The long trip from Chicago to Denver to the ranch was finally taking its 
toll on both women, now that they had eaten. Christa felt a little gritty, 
and she looked to her daughter, still sprawled out on her bed. 

"I don't know about you," the mother said, "but I really need a shower." 

"Me too." 

There was a short silence, and then, Christa said, "Which one of us goes 
first? The water heater looks pretty small, and the second person might not 
have enough water." 

The two women looked at each other for what seemed like a very long time. 
Christa gazed into her daughter's deep, blue eyes, seeing in the young girl 
someone beautiful, someone who could be very sensual, seeing, for the first 
time, her daughter becoming a woman, almost before her very eyes. She hadn't 
noticed it before. There was a strange sparkling in young Cybil's eyes . . . 
a sparkling that told Christa that her daughter was thinking about Lars the 
way she had used to think about Frank, when they were first going out so 
very long ago . . . in another time, another place.. . . 

"Why don't you take your shower first?" Cybil said. "I just want to lay here 
and think for a while." 

Her daughter's voice was strangely mature, strangely grown up. It wasn't so 
much what Cybil had said, but the way she had said it.. . controlled, 
compassionate, almost loving, as though she could somehow sense that they 
each needed a little time alone. This was a new and totally different 
experience for the both of them, being away from Frank for the first time. 
Rather than answering her daughter, Christa merely nodded, and slowly rose 
and walked to the small shower stall. 

Left alone in the two bed cabin, Cybil altered her position on the bed and 
allowed her mind to drift. Her first thoughts were of her father. Even 
though she was still very young, she knew what was happening between her 
parents. They couldn't hide the truth from her eyes, even though they tried 
their best. The arguments they had been having lately had become more and 
more tense. While her father had never hit her mother, Cybil could sense 
that it was only because of an incredible amount of control on her father's 
part. She had tried to talk to her mother about what was happening, but her 
mother would only change the topic. Cybil could see what the problem was, 
though. Her mother was still a vibrant, exciting woman who wanted to go 
places and do things. Her father was a quiet man, and becoming all the more 
reserved as time went on. He was getting old while his wife was staying 
young. Cybil knew that her mother would like to be having more sex than her 
father was willing to give. She knew her mother would be shocked if she said 
anything like that. The young blonde girl was more aware of sex and the 
problems it can cause than her parents were willing to admit. She would 
often listen from her bed room, pretending to be asleep, while her parents 
would argue about how to carry on their marriage. Cybil firmly believed that 
her mother was a very attractive woman, and she really couldn't understand 
why her father would not want to make love to her. God, she thought, if she 
got married to a man who acted like her father, she would never put up with 
it . . . not for one second! 

And then her mind drifted to the two people she and her mother had met 
earlier in the day . . . the Bovas. Cybil took an immediate liking to them, 
Lars especially. Cliff seemed like the kind of man she would want for a 
father, and Lars was certainly more interesting than some of the boys she 
had dated . . . when her father let her date. There was something about Lars 
that the young girl couldn't put her finger on . . . something that made her 
shiver all over with tiny goose-bumps. She knew she would never be able to 
get to sleep tonight, thinking about hiking around in the woods and pathways 
with him. She had been kissed many times, and once she had actually allowed 
an older boy to place his hand on her breasts. She smiled now as she 
remembered how frightened she had been when he had done that. Her mother and 
father both had told her many times that she should only allow the man she 
married to do something like that to her, and while she had been frightened 
when he had done it, there was no denying the wild sensations she had felt 
searing through her body as her breast nipples instantly came to life. 
Mmmmmmmmm . . . it had taken all her will to take his hand off the luscious 
right mound. If he had tried to push a little harder, she might have lost 
control and allowed him to slip his hand underneath the cloth of her blouse 
and bra. Even as she thought about that now, she could feel her nipples 
hardening and coming to life, and she wondered if Lars would try something 
like that. She almost hoped that he would. She wouldn't try and force 
herself on him. If her mother ever found out about the boy who had done it, 
Cybil knew she would be grounded for the rest of her life. As she lay on her 
bed, allowing the thoughts to run aimlessly through her mind, she remembered 
her first orgasm . . . an orgasm she had brought on with her own hand when 
the boy had finally gone home. The pleasure of dimming against her deeply 
plunged fingers had totally obliterated all her thinking for a full half 
hour. She would never be able to release herself like that now . . . not 
with her mother in the room. 

While her daughter was dwelling on Lars and her father, Christa was thinking 
about something she could not get out of her mind, no matter how hard she 
tried. As she allowed the warm water to cascade over her smooth, supply 
body, she couldn't deny to herself that she was attracted to Cliff. The 
rugged, handsome man remained in her mind, and as she closed her eyes in the 
shower, she could almost imagine him there, in the stall, watching her, 
gazing at the generous swell of her wide-spaced breasts, the sweeping curve 
of her hips and the gentle outward flare of her buttocks. She knew she 
shouldn't be thinking things like that. When she had married Frank, she had 
promised that she would forsake all others. When she had said that, she had 
firmly meant it. But Frank had changed so much since they were married. 
Almost as soon as Cybil was born, Frank seemed to feel that his duty as a 
husband no longer included making passionate love to his wife. Christa 
shivered as she remembered the first year of her marriage. Frank would 
approach her, his hard, erect penis jutting out from his muscled thighs like 
an evil-looking spear, throbbing with anticipation, eagerness and 
excitement. After her wedding night, when Frank had torn forever the fleshy 
shield of her virginity, she knew she would never tire of the sensations his 
cock brought her. She had tried her best to be the type of lover he would 
want forever. She did everything he asked her to do. At first she had been 
appalled with his suggestion that she suck on his penis and let him squirt 
his river of lava-like sperm into her mouth, but only moments after she 
tried it, she found that she liked it, as well as having him lick and suck 
her vagina until she was screaming out her orgasm at the top of her lungs. 

Then, after she had had Cybil, Frank's love-making diminished in quantity. 
The worst of it was, even though he would be fucking her once a week, she 
still received the same intense, overpowering feelings she experienced when 
he was doing it two and sometimes three times a day. From once a week, Frank 
would come to her every two weeks . . . then once a month . . . Christa 
would approach him believing that if she were the aggressor for a change, 
she would have him fucking in and out of her more often. Just the opposite 
had happened though. Frank told her that he hadn't married a slut, he had 
married a woman to raise his children. The lovely blonde woman couldn't 
believe her ears when she had heard him say that, and the two had gotten 
into a violent argument. Their sex life, from that point on, was a constant 
source of irritation. Christa would sometimes finger herself as her husband 
lay sleeping next to her. At first she had thought that she was failing to 
arouse him, but when several men at the office where she was a part time 
male secretary made rather blatant advances at her, she knew that she was 
still as attractive as ever. Then she thought that perhaps her husband had 
another woman on the side.. . perhaps several women. She simply couldn't 
believe that a man with Frank's ability to raise her to a sensual fever 
pitch would deliberately be celibate. But he was! For some reason, Frank 
seemed to be bored with everything, immersing himself in his work and the 
few hobbies he had. While he was a good provider for his family, Christa 
could no longer take the frustration of ' sleeping next to his naked body in 
bed and not having him fuck her the way he used to. That had been why she 
had taken the vacation away from him. 

And now she had met Cliff! 

Cliff was about the same age as her husband, but while Frank seemed to have 
become lost in a little world of his own, Cliff was aware that there were 
still things going on, and he seemed, from the first meeting Christa had had 
with him, that he wanted to experience as much of that world as possible. 
That was what frightened the lovely showering wife so much. Soaping her body 
with the lavender-scented soap provided by the lodge, covering her full, 
firm breasts with the slightly purple lather, she knew that she could easily 
allow herself to be swept up into an affair she would never be able to 
handle. Her hands lightly roamed over the eye-pleasing curves of her body, 
stopping at those tender places where Frank used to stop . . . the smooth 
soft flesh if her inner thighs, the now-flushed lips of her empty vagina, 
around behind her to her small, pear-shaped ass cheeks . . . God, she was 
arousing herself just by taking a shower! She had come all the way out here 
to escape the very frustration she was now bringing on herself. She couldn't 
very well finger herself now, not with Cybil in the next room able to hear 
everything. 

She brought herself out of the trance she was in, remembering that her 
daughter had yet to take a shower, and she was using up all the hot water. 
As she stepped from the stall into the small bathroom, she caught her 
reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. For a moment, she thought 
she was looking at a stranger, and she allowed her eyes to rest on her twin 
breast mounds, her slightly inwardly puckering naval, the golden fleece of 
her vaginal mound, the slightly pink lips of her cunt between her legs, the 
tapering shape of her smooth firm legs . . . And then she shook her head as 
though she were waking up. She felt as though she wanted to cry. She was 
beautiful, lovely, attractive She could see that now. She had known it all 
along, but she had never really thought it to herself until that moment as 
she stood totally naked, gazing at the ripe lushness of her mature body. She 
could see that her daughter was developing the same sensual beauty she had 
now. In twenty years, her daughter would look just as pretty as she did now 
at thirteen. She pushed her hair behind her ears and looked deeply into the 
finely sculptured features of her nearly round face, her lightly pronounced 
cheek bones, the deep, alluring blue of her eyes. What was she lacking now 
than she had had when she had first married Frank? she asked herself. 
Nothing. She was just as eager, just as passionate, just as lovely now as 
she had been then. . . only Frank didn't seem to care any longer. 

She wrapped her petite, full breasted body in her bath towel and stepped 
into the bedroom part of the cabin. 

"Your turn," she said, trying to put aside the troubles in her mind and 
assuming a cheery facial expression. "I tried to leave you enough hot 
water." 

Cybil said nothing as she bounded into the bathroom. Her mother thought it 
was because she was acting like a little girl. She was at the age now when 
she could be amazingly mature one moment, and frightfully innocent the next. 
The truth of the matter was, Cybil's breasts had expanded almost painfully 
as she lay on the bed thinking of Lars, and she wanted to remove the 
uncomfortable confinement of her blouse and bra. Her thoughts and memories 
had aroused her enough so that she would need something to calm her down.. . 
. 

As she heard the water running against her daughter's body, Christa 
carefully patted her body dry and slipped into her bed naked. Checking to 
make sure that her door was locked, she turned on her side and started to go 
to sleep. The drive, the flight, the eagerness to face the next day began 
settling on her. 

But sleep did not come. She relaxed into a semi-stupor, and drifted no more. 
It was happening again . . . Her naked body rubbing against the crisp, 
freshly laundered sheets made her as aroused as she would have been if Frank 
was right next to her. No matter how she positioned her hands, she found 
that they rested against some part of her flesh that Frank used to touch. 
She turned from side to side, and finally rested on her back, her full 
breasts pushing up the sheet into two billowing white mountains, topped by 
her ever hardening nipples. Her eyes were closed, and her ears listened to 
the soothing rush of water in the shower, but her mind was dwelling on Cliff 
Bova . . . the enticing way his muscled body carried itself with all the 
assuredness Frank had once possessed. A rush of excitement seared through 
her loins as her mental image of the man was suddenly removed of his jeans 
and work shirt. He was standing naked in her mind, his massive penis fully 
erect and pointing at her, the distended glans head gazing at her like a 
third eye, the whole shaft throbbing and pulsing with the pumping pressure 
of his lust heated blood. His eyes were sparkling, not with a lewd, wanton 
desire, but with a compassionate love, the deep warm friendliness she had 
seen in him for the short while she was in his presence. Only now, in her 
mind, his friendliness was transformed into a desire to make her feel the 
way Frank once had. She could see him approaching her, his arms 
outstretched, and finally touching her. Her vision was so real to her that 
she firmly believed at that point that it was his hands trailing over her 
ripe, full breasts instead of her own, flicking lightly over her sensitive 
nipples, bringing them to a rigid erectness. Her naked buttocks began to 
move in a subtle squirming motion against the mattress in response to the 
delightful sensations starting to ripple from her luscious mounds. Still 
with her eyes shut, Christa allowed her image of Cliff to run through her 
mind's eye. It was easy to imagine that the hands lightly touching her skin 
were not hers, but Cliffs instead, that she was once again being caressed 
and loved the way she used to be. 

Her breath came in long hoarse gasps as she allowed one hand to slip 
downward over the satin smooth flesh of her firm belly while pretending that 
it was Cliff, in the next cabin, bringing her this wonderful and long 
awaited arousal. For a moment her finger flicked at the sensitive little 
hole of her navel, sending a throbbing tingle of desire directly to her 
vagina. Her hand inched lower until it felt the first soft strands of pubic 
hair curl through her fingers. 

Almost as a second thought, the passionately aroused wife opened her eyes 
and stared with curiosity at the sheet draped over her naked body 
underneath, the sight of her hand mounding the bedding between her thighs 
arousing her all the more. Heedless of the fact that Cybil might come out of 
the bathroom at any moment, Christa knew she would have to see more of 
herself like this. She still carried the mental image of Cliff, even with 
her eyes open, but she instinctively realized that she would need total 
freedom of movement. Inching the sheets down passed her knees, she spread 
her slim legs wide apart and let her outstretched middle finger slip down 
lower, stifling a gasp as her trembling finger tip grazed the sensitive 
little bud of her clitoris hidden among the golden strands of her fluffy 
pussy mound just at the top of her vaginal slit. The intensity of the spasm 
that shot through her spine from her clitoral bud shocked the heavily 
breathing young woman. It had been months since she had had an orgasm, and 
she had all but forgotten how all-encompassing the first sensations could 
be. 

Again she closed her eyes, and her image of Cliff stroking his hands over 
her naked, slightly writhing body became all the more vivid and real to her. 
She lay still for a moment and allowed that picture to take a stronger and 
stronger control of her, until just a small part of her brain told her that 
it was not the handsome stranger she had met today touching her cuntal mound 
and inching toward her throbbing, pulsating vaginal lips, but her own hands. 
She stilled the last vestiges of reason in her mind, wanting to believe that 
she was being given total and blissful satisfaction by something other than 
her hands. 

And then another part of her mind stabbed at her with a strong sense of 
guilt. How could she be thinking another man doing these things to her . . . 
a man who was not her husband and who she hardly knew. She tried to blot out 
the image of Cliff Bova and replace it with her husband, but she couldn't. 
Frank's face appeared as a watery, underdeveloped photograph, hardly able to 
compare with the clear, sharp image of the man who had helped her earlier in 
the day. A tear ran from the corner of her left eye and trailed down her 
cheek . . . a tear caused by the thought that she was cheating on her 
husband somehow, and was powerless to stop herself. Frank, and not Cliff, 
was the stranger, a man she hardly knew. And then, in her mind, Cliff made a 
waving motion with his hand, and Frank's face disappeared altogether like 
colored smoke in the wind, and there was nothing left but Cliffs face, 
Cliffs powerful, muscular body, Cliffs hands resting still on her supple, 
flawless flesh. 

Her hand on her breasts massaged the exposed globes in small, 
ever-increasing circles, pressing tightly the hardness of her nipples 
against her palm, and then raced down over the flat plane of her belly to 
join the other at the hair-fringed juncture of her thighs. Her buttocks 
jerked spontaneously as her left hand returned to her breasts, and her right 
slowly inched through the yellow jungle of her pubic curls to once again 
touch the tiny hidden button of her clitoris. A passionate gurgle of 
irrepressible delight bubbled from deep in her throat. 

Kicking the sheet completely away from her slender legs, the aroused blonde 
woman spread her thighs even wider apart and slid her hand along the 
quivering slit of her moisture-drenched vagina, and then back up to her 
eagerly pulsating clitoris. Finally, moaning passionately, she pushed her 
trembling middle finger slowly up inside her tight, anxious pussy. 

She could tell, in the back of her mind, that her one finger would not be 
enough, and she immediately inserted a second, and then a third finger 
between the fleshy folds of her rapidly moistening slit, all the while 
imagining that it was Cliff Bova's penis slithering into her cuntal orifice. 
It seemed as though she was trying to insert her whole hand into her 
desire-lubricated pussy mouth, it's been so long, she thought to herself. 
The incredible sensations searing through her fired loins were making her 
feel as though she were once again a virgin, experiencing the delights of a 
first fucking all over again. The relentless stretching of her cuntal 
muscles washed delicious waves of pleasure endlessly over the entire length 
of her body. Christa surrendered completely to her long unsatisfied desires 
and began to writhe passionately upon her bed, her smooth buttocks 
undulating upward to meet the penetrating strokes of her hand, her mind 
telling her over and over again that it was not her hand doing this . . . 
that it was Cliffs penis . . . Cliffs lust-inflated cock pistoning through 
her too-long empty loins. 

With her eyes closed and all parts of her mind delighting in the small 
pinpoints of light flickering through her incited brain, she never noticed 
that the water in the bathroom had stopped running, and that her daughter 
was gazing at her nakedly exposed body, her young mouth hanging open as 
though she would never get over the shock of what she was seeing. Her 
mother.. . her own mother, totally naked on the bed, her thighs spread as 
wide as they could be, one hand caressing and kneading her full breasts, and 
the other almost forcefully thrust into her glistening vaginal passage, 
pumping slowly . . . slowly, with ever increasing speed and deliberation. My 
God, Cybil thought as she stared unblinkingly at the wild scene. My mother 
is actually fucking herself, doing the same thing I did when Johnny touched 
my breasts! Her hand is pressing between her legs as tightly as she can 
press it. Her breathing . . . it's so labored and ragged . . . her face is 
strained, her eyes . . . they're shut tight.. . . 

Cybil watched in amazement as her mother began panting and moaning now, the 
sounds of her ragged breathing filling the small two bed room. The young 
blonde daughter couldn't come to grips with what she was seeing. She would 
never have thought that her mother would actually do something like that. 
Why should she? She was married. Cybil may never have had a man's penis 
inside her, but she knew enough about sex to know that her father was 
supposed to be doing the things her mother was now doing to herself. She 
wanted to hide, out of embarrassment for her mother. At that moment, she 
hated her father, loathed him for forcing her mother to do something like 
this to herself. God . . . ! Her mother's glistening vagina look so wet, so 
eager, and so desperate as her hand took the place of her husband's penis. 
Cybil could feel her own face flushing a deep crimson. She shouldn't be 
looking at this! She remembered that when she had done it to herself, she 
was glad she had been alone in the darkness of her bedroom. She would have 
died if someone had been watching her. 

Her mother's naked thighs were bouncing up and down on the mattress with 
gathering force now, gyrating in widening circles around the deep plunging 
hand brazenly thrust up between her slightly quivering legs. Cybil stared in 
increasing amazement, feeling her own young body becoming aroused at the 
sight of her mother masturbating. She could feel the first seepings of 
heated moisture trickling from her own hairless cuntal split, and even as 
she stood there, half in the bathroom and half in the living room, her own 
tiny hand trailed up from her knee, underneath the towel she had wrapped 
around her supply body, resting, finally, at the smooth joining of her 
slender, girlish thighs. With her eyes opened wide, never once leaving the 
arousing sight of her mother passionately stroking her vagina, Cybil's hand 
stopped as she felt the sticky moistness of her own cuntal lubrication. 

And then the young girl snapped back to reality. She couldn't believe what 
she was thinking. The sight of her mother's naked cunt was arousing . . . 
pleasing. . . inviting to her. Confused, Cybil tried to get a grip on her 
feelings. What was the matter with her? She actually wanted to walk over to 
her mother and remove her mother's hand from her vagina . . . and insert her 
own! She wanted to touch her mother's cunt, wanted to insert her own finger 
in her mother's gyrating pussy flesh, wanted her own mother's cum washing 
against her fingers. . . ! 

Cybil shook her head quickly, unable to calm the passionate sensations 
searing through her young body. Again her hand trailed up along her 
trembling form under the towel, her arm opening the covering slightly as she 
herself surrendered to the feelings washing through her body. With her eyes 
staring at her mother's undulating form on the bed, the young girl did as 
she saw her mother doing, and inserted her middle finger in the tight, 
virginal slit of her thirteen year old cunt. Then she began pumping tier 
hand in and out of her vagina to the rhythm of her mother's panting. 

On the bed, completely oblivious to the fact that her own daughter was 
watching her finger-fuck herself, Christa issued little cries of licentious 
delight as she desperately pumped with her hand in and out of her 
golden-lined slit. Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes as tightly as 
she could, she began to thrash her body even more wildly on the rumpled bed. 
She could feel her clitoris swelling with every plunge she made up between 
her legs. It felt bigger now than it ever had in her entire life, and 
Christa continued to rub at the expanded bud as she fucked her hand madly in 
and out of her clasping pussy lips, shoving her fingers in as far as she 
could, intensifying the heated waves of wild pleasure that swept 
relentlessly through her writhing loins. 

Her full, sculptured blonde hair flailed across the pillow and her face as 
the feverishly aroused woman shuddered in the throes of her self-induced 
passion. She could almost feel the weight of Cliff Bova pounding against her 
naked body, as she continued to imagine his cock fucking in and out of her 
hungering pussy lips, speeding deeper and deeper into her as his rock-hard 
penis strained to reach all the way to her cervix. Nothing mattered! She no 
longer cared that it was the vision of Cliff bringing her this passion. The 
years of mounting frustration she felt by living with her husband melted 
away in this new place as she obtained more and more of the blissful 
sensations. 

All thoughts were washed from her mind as she began to strain in earnest for 
the orgasm she could feel approaching. Her body bucked and jerked against 
her hands, and she lost all conception of reality. Her hand was Cliffs penis 
. . . her hand kneading and squeezing her breasts was Cliffs body. Her mind 
seemed to hear Cliffs deep, husky voice whispering obscenities as his heavy 
loins pressed rhythmically against her own furiously thrashing body. 

"Fuck me," she whispered up at her vision, the mental sound of her words 
increasing the passion surging through her luscious body. "Fuck me . . . 
fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck. . . . ! " 

The sound of her mother's voice uttering the word "fuck" over and over again 
infused Cybil with a passion she would never have dreamed possible. She 
vaguely wondered what her mother was thinking. The young girl was now 
leaning against the wall near the bathroom, her slender legs straight out 
and spread apart, naked as, in her increased motions, she had pulled the 
towel from her body. Her own middle finger had been joined by another, and 
she gaped unseeingly at the lust-provoking sight of her mother on the bed, 
her own hand moving with a blurring speed. Her own ass cheeks began gyrating 
against the wall, bouncing outward against her hand, pushing her fingers 
deeper into the tight, smooth crevice of her young cunt. She could feel the 
tips of her fingers pressing against the thick membrane of her hymen, and 
she tried to rip . . . tear it in her mounting passion. But she couldn't! 
Her hand was too small! Even so, she could feel the throes of her own orgasm 
coming, just like it had the time before, when she had been positioned 
exactly like her mother was now. She stabbed her fingers deeper into her 
virginal pussy and felt lines of searing pleasure shoot through her small, 
undulating body, and again she heard her mother's passionate moaning. . . 
"Do it to me! Make me cummmmmmm.. . . ! " 

On the bed, Christa clamped her thighs tightly against her now slippery hand 
as she continued to slide it in and out of her wildly dilating cunt. She 
rotated her fingers in frantic little circles around the throbbing bud of 
her clitoris. It was going to happen! It had to happen! She was going to 
cum! Involuntary contractions wracked her perspiration-drenched body as 
Christa fought for the release that the salacious sensations rising from 
deep within her body so lewdly promised. She wanted that release . . . She 
had to orgasm! 

Cybil's grinding young buttocks jerked spasmodically up and out to meet the 
plunging fingers of her deeply-thrust hand, and she, too, was circling her 
clitoris with instinctive knowledge, her own waves of frantic passion 
growing more and more intense. Sparks of pure, blissful delight welled up 
from deep within her straining loins as her young mind imagined that it was 
not her own hand, but that of her mother fingering her young cunt. The young 
girl heard the scream bf her mother's orgasm, and the banshee wail emitting 
from her mother's throat triggered her own climax. The young girl felt her 
whole body go limp, and she slid to the floor, her cum-drenched hand ramming 
in and out of her wide-stretched cuntal lips. She bit her lip to prevent 
herself from screaming as she heard her mother's passionate cry of release. 

And she came as well. . . mother and daughter each bringing themselves to 
climax at the same time. Cybil's sporadic panting was drowned out by the 
mindless cry of utter abandon pouring from her mother's lips just a few feet 
away. Cybil's young hand was washed with her cum, and she could feel the hot 
sticky moistness of her passion juice flow out from her cunt and down the 
insides of her thighs. 

And then it was over for her. Forcing herself to regain consciousness, she 
noticed that her mother was still in the grip of her orgasm. The young 
daughter thought quickly, and with an amazing surge of will, pulled herself 
to a standing position and re-entered the bathroom, closing the door as 
silently as she could. She wanted to save her mother the embarrassment of 
knowing that her own daughter had watched her fingering herself. 

Cybil leaned her naked body against the inside of the door, feeling the last 
ebbing away of her orgasm. Her legs were still wobbly, and her brain was 
still awash with a white sheet of light. She was panting, her eyes cast down 
along her smooth flesh, seeing her hairless cunt, her flat belly, the twin 
peaks of her already full breasts. She waited until she was certain her 
mother was finished, and taking a deep breath to steady her own jagged 
nerves, she opened the bathroom door, re-entering the bedroom with a smile 
on her face, determined that she would never let her mother know what she 
had seen . . . or done. 

Christa was laying in bed, covered once again by the sheet. There was a 
slightly worried look on the mother's face, and Cybil could read her 
mother's expression. 

"It.. . it feels so wonderful, standing in the shower after such a long 
trip," the young girl said as she slipped into a sheer nightie her mother 
had brought her for the trip. She heard her mother sigh with relief, and 
Cybil smiled to herself, knowing that her mother believed her actions had 
been carried on in secret. 

"This book is fascinating," Christa said. When she had finished her orgasm, 
the mother had fished out a book she had packed so she would appear casually 
reading when her daughter finally came out of the shower. The last thing she 
wanted her daughter to know was that she had wantonly fingered herself. Her 
daughter may be old enough to understand, but that was not the way Christa 
felt she should learn about things like that. Talking about them was one 
thing . . . actually seeing them was something totally different. She was 
not ashamed of what she had done. She was a little hurt that she had had to 
do it. It only served to remind her that the man to whom she was married was 
failing her in so many ways. But she had done it before, and she was certain 
she would be doing it again. A woman has needs, the same as a man, and if 
she had to satisfy those needs herself, then so be it. 

"I'm kind a tired," Cybil said as she turned on her side, facing her mother. 
The young girl was still confused by the thoughts that had been running 
through her mind while she had been fingering herself. She couldn't 
understand the strange and powerful attraction she had felt for her mother 
at that moment. And yet, it did not bother her. She felt no guilt, no 
remorse. She felt strangely at peace with her self. 

She willed herself not to think about it any longer, and then drifted to 
sleep, thinking of the fun she would be having the next day with Lars Bova. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Cybil's heart was fluttering in her chest as she silently walked out of her 
cabin the next morning. Her mother was still sleeping when Lars came 
knocking in the door, and the young blonde girl had been dressed and waiting 
for him. As soon as she heard him knocking, she inched through the cabin 
door, not wanting the young boy to see her mother sleeping. 

"Good morning, Lars," she said sweetly smiling at him. He really is 
handsome, she thought. The way he smiled back at her let her know that here 
was a boy who had done many things.. . a real man, and not at all like some 
of the boys who took her to the school dances in Chicago. 

"Good morning, Cyb," he said. "Wanna eat breakfast before we go? Walking 
around on an empty stomach is not a good idea." 

"Uh . . . okay," she said. She fell in next to him, and listened attentively 
as he spoke about many things . . . his father's job as a trucking 
dispatcher in Denver, what it was like being in high school, some of the 
things he and his friends did for fun . . . All through breakfast, Cybil 
felt as though she had been leading the life of a nun. Lars seemed to have 
done so many things, and he seemed so mature and wise that Cybil couldn't 
believe he was actually spending time with her. He was just like Bill 
Williams, the most popular boy in her junior high school. Bill had many 
girlfriends, but Cybil was not one of them. Oh, he had asked her to dance 
with him once at the last school dance, but when she tried to stay with him, 
he had brushed her off, telling her he liked older and mature woman, and not 
little girls. Cybil had been very hurt by that, and she had blamed her 
father for not allowing her to do some of the things the older girls could 
do, things like staying out until eleven o'clock, wearing make-up and 
shorter skirts.. . . 

Lars, though, was not treating her like a child. He was talking to her as 
though he really liked her, and he would occasionally asked what she thought 
about several things. She tried to sound as intelligent as she could, but 
she was not all that used to actually being treated like an adult. Every 
time she opened her mouth, she only seemed to put her foot in it. 

If Lars thought so, he never gave any indication. When they had finished 
breakfast, Lars pushed his body away from the table. 

"Come on," he said, quickly walking from the uncrowded mess cabin. "If we 
hurry, we can get to the top of Lizard Peak by noon." 

"Lizard Peak?" Cybil asked as she followed behind Lar's muscularly moving 
body. 

"Yeah . . . that's the tallest hill on the ranch. At noon, you can see 
everything all lit by the sun. It's a great place to get high." 

Cybil hadn't quite caught the last thing he said, but she was so excited 
about walking through the forests and meadows with Lars that she never gave 
it a thought. 

The trial was well worn and followed a winding path around the corral where 
the nding horses were kept, and finally through a narrow spacing between the 
trees that grew on the side of the hill. In less than ten minutes, Cybil 
felt as though she was in a primeval forest. The dirt path seemed to rise 
sharply under her, and it was all she could do to keep up with Lars, who 
seemed to be walking up the steep path as easily as she walked the level 
sidewalks of her native Chicago. 

In front of her, Lars was smiling to himself. He was moving as quickly as he 
could, trying his best to impress this young little cunt with his strength. 
These city slickers are all alike, he thought, just like Dad says. And this 
little bitch seems really , eager to have me like her. That's almost too 
bad. Girls like her take all the fun out of the chase. 

He'd carried the mental image of her all night, and he and his father had 
talked about nothing except the sheer beauty and fuckability of the two new 
visitors to the ranch. Lars had been to the Broken L so many times that he 
could follow any one of the trails blindfolded. Some of the areas he knew to 
be set aside for the ranch nature walks. Those areas had been carefully 
planted with edible wild plants, allowing the campers to get the experience 
of being able to pick something and eat it right then and there. Lars was 
going to use that little bit of knowledge later on, if he had to. A girl 
like Cybil would probably be impressed with learning all about eating wild 
plants. Most people from the city are. 

The winding path finally brought the two young hikers to a small plateau, 
and Lars decided that he didn't want to wear Cybil out too much. He wanted 
her to have enough strength to swing that nice looking ass of hers . . . 
when the time came. 

"Whew," he said, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his faded, slightly torn 
work shirt. "This climbing is hard work. What say we take a little break?" 

Cybil wasn't going to say so, but she had wanted a break a long time ago. 
She wasn't used to all this climbing, but she didn't want to appear like a 
little child in front of Lars. Even though she knew he was only seventeen, 
he seemed so much older.. . He was a man . . . a real man, like his father, 
and not at all like hers. 

While Lars sat back against a felled tree trunk, Cybil walked to a small 
clearing and looked out over the part of the ranch she could see through the 
trees. Once again she was feeling like a little girl. Everything was so 
pretty . . . not at all like the towering steel and concrete of home. She 
could hear dozens of birds, see flying insects . . . off in the distance she 
was certain she could see a small deer. She stood as she panted to catch her 
breath from the climbing, her thoughts moving from the beauty of nature to 
what she had seen her mother doing last night. It seemed like such a long 
time ago, she thought. A long time ago and in a totally different world. She 
wondered now if she should still be shocked by seeing her mother masturbate. 
She wasn't.. . just as she didn't feel bad about having done it herself. And 
the arousal she had felt for her mother.. . that didn't bother her either. 
Was it supposed to? She had seen "dirty pictures" once. One of the older, 
senior high school boys had showed her, and some of her friends, colored 
pictures of naked men and women doing "things" with each other. Most of her 
friends had been shocked by the photos, but Cybil found them to be 
fascinating. That had been a year ago, a little before she had fingered 
herself. She could understand now why all the women and men had looked so 
happy. Having her fingers in her cunt felt really good. It was nothing she 
really wanted to talk about with anyone, but it was certainly nothing she 
felt badly for.. . and wouldn't, now that she knew her mother.. . her lovely 
mother . . . had done the very same thing. 

And then, she stopped being a little girl for a while again, and thought of 
Lars. She wondered what he looked like naked. She had never seen another man 
naked, except for the pictures. She knew all about the parts of the human 
body. She had taken a health class in school. She knew what was supposed to 
happen in sex. She had felt that for herself. But to actually take a long.. 
. penis . . . up inside her between her legs.. . that was something she 
wasn't certain she would ever be able to do. And she wasn't all that sure 
she wanted to, either. Not even Lars's penis. 

Her thoughts were broken as she heard what sounded like laughing a little 
farther up the trail. It was a woman's laughter, followed by a man's call. 

"No use running away, Margaret," the man said between his laughter. "I see 
you." 

"No fair, Stu," the woman called back. "You cheated." She ended her sentence 
with a high pitched laughter. 

Cybil turned to Lars, who was now standing. 

"Come on," he said, walking briskly up the trial. "I think I know these 
people." 

Wonderingly, Cybil followed Lars to another small clearing some fifty feet 
from where they were resting. 

"Stu . . . Margaret.. . Funny meeting you people here in the wild," Lars 
said as he walked over to the couple hugging each other in the clearing. 
He'd actually been wondering when he would see Stu and Margaret. The two 
seniors from his high school were at the ranch as much as he was. If 
anything would help his getting into Cybil's tight, young pussy, meeting 
these two people would. 

Cybil finally arrived at the clearing, huffing and puffing, still determined 
that she could keep up with anything Lars could do. She saw the two people, 
and found them to be about Lars's age . . . maybe a little older. The boy, 
Stu, was a handsome, tall, friendly-looking red-head, his long hair parted 
in the middle of his head and reaching all the way down to the back of his 
neck. He was nearly as tall as Lars, not quite as muscled, not quite as 
rugged looking, but he looked as though he could hold his own in the wilds, 
as could Lars. 

The girl, Margaret, looked as though she was more at home in a city than the 
country. She was stunningly beautiful, her long, full jet-black hair framing 
her face and giving her the appearance of someone who could be twenty-four 
or five, though Cybil could see that her body belonged to a girl who was 
still in the ripeness of teen age youth. 

"This is Cybil Lamer," Lars said, motioning to the young blonde girl. "She 
and I are going up to Lizard Peak." 

Stu gave Lars a little wink. The red-head boy knew what Lars had in mind, 
and his wink showed that he not only approved, he was very impressed. 
Cybil's youthful innocence and physical maturity made a very interesting 
combination. 

"Hell, you don't have to go all the way up there," Margaret said as she 
walked away from the little group. "We have some pot of our own. We've just 
come from up there. Stu and I spent the night. Why don't we get stoned 
together?" 

She fished something out of her purse, which she had dropped against a tree 
while she and Stu had been playing their little game of hide and seek. Cybil 
hadn't had a chance to say anything, and when she suddenly understood what 
the three other people were going to do, she found that she couldn't think 
of anything to say. They were going to smoke marijuana! She just knew it. 
She could see the green leaves in the bag Margaret handed Lars. The three of 
them sat in a small circle while Lars emptied a small amount of the crushed 
leaves into the rolling papers he'd been carrying in his hip pocket. 

"What about you, Cyb?" Lars called to her. "You so wrapped up in nature that 
you don't want to get a little high with us?" 

"I. . . I. . . " Cybil's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. 
She had only heard about pot. She had never seen any before in her life 
though, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to try any. There had been a small 
police raid in one of Chicago's high schools last year, and one of the boys 
arrested had lived on her street. Her father had told her that if he ever 
caught her smoking marijuana, he would tan her hide so hard that she 
wouldn't sit for a week. Her mother had been less threatening, though she 
had voiced her own disapproval as well. And Cybil had heard stories about 
what can happen when people smoke the drug. They would do strange things 
like jump out of buildings and dress funny. 

"Aaaaaahhh . . . " Stu said as an after thought. "If the kid doesn't want to 
smoke, that's her privilege." 

Cybil's eyes opened wide as she heard Stu calling her a kid. She didn't see 
the wink Lars and the red-headed boy exchanged, or she would have known that 
that was exactly what Lars wanted him to say to her. The two boys had done 
so many things together that they could almost read each other's minds. 
Cybil drew herself up and walked to the small circle, sitting between Lars 
and Margaret. Her heart was pounding, and her thoughts were a little 
confused, but she was going to show Lars that she was no kid. Even though he 
obviously didn't think of her like that, he might if she didn't smoke with 
them. As her heart pounded in her chest, she remained outwardly calm. She 
was going to show them. She would show them all. 

The four of them sat in silence, and Cybil watched as Lars rolled four thick 
joints. Each of the illegal cigarettes looked like one that would be found 
in a pack of tobacco cigarettes bought in a drug store, and each time he 
finished one, he would hold it up to the sun, as though he were admiring his 
handiwork. 

"I think that's enough," he said finally. "Shall I start?" 

"Might just as well," Stu said, rocking back and forth a little. "This is 
pretty good shit. Picked up about a pound the last time I was in Mexico." 

"The proof is in the tasting," Lars said. He produced a book of matches and 
lit the joint, inhaling on the thick smoke and holding his breath as he 
passed the burning pot to Cybil. 

"This is it," she thought to herself. "I'll just smoke a little . . . just 
enough to show them that I'm not a little girl . . . that I'm grown up. . " 

She took the tightly rolled joint in her hand and smoked it as she had seen 
Lars do. It burned her lungs, and it was all she could do to keep from 
coughing. She gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes, determined that she 
would not allow the burning dry sensations in her throat and chest. Her face 
turned beet red, and her whole body felt as though she would never breathe 
properly again. But she did not cough!! 

And then, as she passed the joint to Margaret, she found that the pressure 
of the expanded smoke in her lungs lessened. It was no longer threatening to 
make her gag, and she felt her whole body starting to become relaxed. She 
could feel her thigh muscles, which had been over worked because of all the 
hiking she had done, suddenly seem light and completely rested. But other 
than that, she felt no effect at all. She had passed the first real test of 
her maturity, and she was certain she had passed with flying colors. Lars 
couldn't help but be proud of her. 

As Margaret passed the joint to Stu, the sable-haired girl nestled her body 
up against the red-headed boy, wrapping her arm around his lower waist. 
Cybil was watching Stu and Margaret when Lars handed her the joint. This 
time she took it without any hesitation, knowing what to expect when she 
inhaled the thick smoke. She held her breath, wondering why she felt no 
effects at all. What's so wonderful about smoking marijuana? she thought. 
Nothing's happening to me. 

For several minutes there was no sound other than the constant chattering of 
the birds and the buzzing of flying insects. Cybil wondered if she should 
say something, but she couldn't think of anything. And since no one else 
seemed to want to say anything, it obviously didn't make any difference. It 
was very peaceful, in a way, sitting in silence in the great outdoors. 
Everything seemed so natural and settled. Cybil would have thought that she 
would be seeing colors and strange visions, but instead, she was feeling 
very relaxed, and even though she didn't know Stu or Margaret at all, she 
felt that she liked being with them. They somehow seemed to blend with the 
restful setting of pine trees and the back ground of the mountains off in 
the far distance. 

The tightness of the jeans she had worn for hiking, though, pressed 
uncomfortably against her sensitive pussy, and she squirmed her small 
buttocks on the ground as unobtrusively as possible, searching in vain for a 
position that would relieve this pressure. The more she twisted and turned, 
the more embarrassing the throbbing sensation between her legs became. It 
reminded her of what she had done to herself the night before, and this 
thought only served to add to the discomfort. Her whole young vagina felt as 
though it was pulsing with each heart beat. 

"Want some water?" Margaret asked, passing 

Cybil a metal canteen, interrupting her squirming motions. 

"Yes. . . thank you," she said. She hadn't thought about it until now, but 
all the hiking had made her very thirsty. As she reached for the canteen, 
though, she found that the movement made her a little dizzy. And her hand 
was moving as though she were in a dream. The sound of her words seemed both 
strange and amusing at the same time, and she turned the canteen to her 
lips, smiling at the thought of what her father would say if he could see 
her now. 

Again there was a long moment of silence as the remaining three joints were 
quickly smoked. All the while, Margaret was pressing her body tighter and 
tighter against Stu's. Cybil found that she was watching them with a 
mounting interest, all the while noting that the throbbing in her tight 
young pussy was increasing as she became more and more stoned. She was 
thinking that Stu was as nice looking as Lars, though the red-headed boy 
seemed to be more interested in Margaret than anything else. They were 
looking into each other's eyes, totally oblivious to the natural beauty 
surrounding them. 

And then Stu did something which made Cybil feel both aroused and giggly at 
the same time. The red-head brought his hand slowly up along Margaret's side 
to press his palm tightly against the out-thrusting mound of her left 
breast. He squeezed the soft, pliant flesh then, not caring that Cybil was 
staring with wide-eyed amazement. She had never seen such a blatant display 
of affection. When she had allowed her own breast to be touched like that, 
she had been alone in her home. 

Then Margaret leaned over and kissed Stu passionately. Cybil looked at Lars, 
who seemed totally unaware that his two friends were openly feeling each 
other. Cybil returned her glance to the tightly pressing couple sitting next 
to her, a large smile on her face, but confusion in her mind. She would have 
thought that if Stu and Margaret wanted to kiss like that, they would have 
said something and walked off into the near-by woods. Cybil knew that if she 
was going to be kissed, she wouldn't want it to happen where just anybody 
could come in and watch. 

What happened next, though, was more shocking than Cybil would ever have 
thought possible. Stu pulled away from Margaret a little and whispered 
loudly enough for Lars and Cybil to hear, "Why don't you suck my cock . . . 
like you did last night?" 

Cybil closed her eyes and tried to think of what she had just heard. He 
couldn't have said that! He just couldn't have! 

Then she remembered the pictures she had seen. One had been of a woman with 
a man's long thick penis in her mouth. Cybil had wondered how a woman could 
actually do something like that, but the smile on the woman's face as she 
sucked on the man's cock had been evidence enough that she loved what he was 
doing to her. And now it looked as though the young girl was going to see 
the real thing! Even so, she wondered how it was possible that people could 
do something like that out here in the open, where anyone could watch. 

The young blonde thirteen year old watched with mounting fascination as 
Margaret moaned softly and tugged at the thin white blouse she wore, opening 
it unashamedly and dropping it to the ground. She slithered out of her tight 
jeans, and rolled over between Stu's wide spread legs, clad only in her bra 
and a diminutive pair of pink nylon bikini panties. With a smile on her 
face, she began to unbuckle Stu's wide belt and unzip his fly. 

Cybil's deep blue eyes bulged in her head as she observed the incredible 
things the young high school student was doing. For a few moments, the young 
blonde girl was unaware of the arousing feeling growing in her tender pussy, 
unaware even of Lars inching nearer and nearer toward her on the ground. I 
don't believe it, the young girl thought. How can a woman do something like 
that . . . just take off her clothes and strip her boyfriend in front of 
other people? Was she actually going to put his . . . thing . . . in her 
mouth like the other girl in the picture? Cybil had to see for herself. Some 
of the girls in her school had talked about the things they did with their 
boyfriends, and Cybil knew they were lying. Now she would see the real 
thing, and she didn't want to miss one second of it! 

The drugged young girl held her breath and bit on her lower lip as she 
watched the dark-haired older girl slip her small white hand into her 
boyfriends open fly to caress his visibly throbbing penis which had sprung 
out through his retraining shorts. Cybil stared with wide-eyed amazement at 
Stu's cock. She had never seen one in real life before, and her first sight 
brought a gasp from her lips. Once again, she became aware of the warm 
tingling pressure down between her legs, and although she tried suppress it, 
the sensations were steadily growing more and more intense. 

I should leave, she thought. I shouldn't be watching this. This should be 
done done away from people. 

But even as she thought the words, she was held spell-bound by the utter 
strangeness and openness of the action. Some frozen inertia.. . the same 
thing she had felt the night before when she had watch her mother fingering 
herself, once again overpowered her. 

But there was something else . . . something just as strong as the 
unexplainable power which held her rooted on the ground. She wanted to watch 
. . . wanted to see everything. . . wanted to learn. It was all a part of 
growing up, she thought. I wonder if Mom has ever done this? 

Now the voluptuous young sable-haired girl was slowly tugging Stu's jeans 
down over his long legs. She tossed the garment away and then bent down over 
his naked loins to once again caress the huge, mammoth, erect penis, which 
stood straight up from his blazing red pubic mound. 

Cybil stared in fascinated wonder at the thick pole of flesh jutting from 
the red-haired young man's body. In her stoned state, .it seemed at least 
twice the size of the penises she had seen in the pictures, and she couldn't 
imagine how Margaret could possibly take that rigid rod of flesh into her 
mouth. 

Margaret, too, was staring at Stu's thickly distended penis, but her 
expression was one of delighted anticipation. She continued to caress his 
huge pulsing hardness with her small white hand, low crooning sounds of 
animal pleasure emerging from her throat as she felt it jerk and throb 
beneath her coaxing fingers. She loved to suck his penis, and she loved it 
all the more when there were other people watching. It was almost as if she 
was showing everyone that she could please her boyfriend better than any 
other woman could. Even without turning her head, she knew that three pairs 
of eyes were staring intently at her every move, and this knowledge sent a 
wave of lewd excitement reverberating through her almost-naked young loins 
and raised goose-bumps on her creamy white flesh. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa. . . . " Stu groaned. "Come on, Maggie. Get down on me . . . . 
Suck me good!" 

The teenage sable-haired girl shifted her full, luscious body so that she 
was kneeling between her boyfriend's widespread legs, then dipped her head 
down toward his long erect penis. Her dark, straight hair brushed 
tantalizingly against his belly and upper thighs as her little pink tongue 
darted out to lick the small pearl of moisture from the head of his 
stiffened cock, and to swirl in quick wet circles around the angry red 
glans. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," he groaned, leaning his head back on the 
ground as his whole body shivered in ecstatic expectation. "Yeah . . . such 
my cock, you hot little cunt!" 

More aroused than ever by his obscene words, the young girl began to lick 
over the entire length of his smooth, pungent tasting cock. The distinctive 
male odor rising from his exposed loins filled her with a wild abandoned 
delight, and she sank her pretty face even deeper between his thighs to 
gently mouth the lust-bloated sac of his balls. 

Just a few feet away, Cybil sat as if hypnotized, her eyes riveted on the 
incredible exhibition going on in front of her. The young girl was so 
absorbed by the titillating spectacle of actually seeing a woman sucking a 
man's cock that she was unaware of her compulsive squirming against the 
ground, and when Lars, who had been busy rolling another joint, handed it to 
her to smoke, she mindlessly inhaled the thick white smoke deep into her 
lungs. 

This is incredible, she thought. I know I shouldn't be here watching this . 
. . I should leave these people alone . . . I should go home.. . Mother 
wouldn't want me to see this. . . Even as her mind echoed the warning that 
she should leave, though, she paid no heed. She felt as though she were 
dreaming, no longer in control of her actions. She made a feeble effort to 
get up to leave, but her legs were too tired. And the scene was simply too 
fascinating for her to actually want to leave anyway. Watching these people 
was almost the same as watching her mother the night before. Everything 
seemed vaguely unreal, yet at the same time more vivid than ever. She felt 
as though she were Margaret, as though Stu's wetly glistening penis was 
pulsing hotly against her own tongue. 

Lars shot a glance at the confused and fascinated young girl beside him. He 
could tell she was getting hot. Her crotch was fast becoming darkly stained 
with the increased flow of her young pussy juices seeping from her aroused 
cuntal lips and nylon panties. Small beads of sweat were forming on her 
forehead, and her girlish ass cheeks were grinding more and more urgently 
down against the ground. Probably the first time she's ever seen anything 
like this, he decided, a satisfied smile on his lips. He himself was 
accustomed to Stu and Margaret's total lack of inhibition, and he would 
often join in this sort of action himself. But now . . . now he was just 
going to sit back and watch . . . and wait for his chance to get into 
Cybil's tight little cunt. He figured her to be a virgin, and he liked 
fucking virgins more than anything else he could think of. Even though she 
was acting a little innocent, and seemed to be totally unaware that he was 
moving closer and closer to her, Lars was sure that after seeing Stu and 
Margaret, she would want him to fuck her so bad she would be begging for his 
cock. It was one of the tricks his father had taught him, and he used it to 
his best advantage. 

"Yeah, baby . . . fuck me with your hot little mouth!" Stu gasped, raising 
his head up to stare at the arousing sight of his girlfriend's nearly naked 
breasts. He reached up with his hands and unfastened her bra strap, allowing 
her full, luscious mounds to spill forward, swaying around in little circles 
as she moved. Stu knew that Margaret loved performing sexually in front of 
other people. She loved the challenge of pleasing as many people as she 
could at the same time. He himself got an extra kick from being observed 
while sticking his rigid cock up into her mouth while being observed. He 
smiled to himself as he tried to think of what must be running through 
Cybil's mind at this moment. Shit. . she was so young she's probably never 
even seen a man's penis, let alone know what can be done with it. 

A blissful moan escaped from Margaret's wetly ovaled lips as she sank her 
saliva-filled mouth down on her boyfriend's swollen penis. Hungrily, she 
sucked it in as deep as it would go till her whole throat was stuffed with 
hard male flesh. She ran her tongue teasingly around the warm, bloated 
glans, delighting in the way she could make his body jerk and moan beneath 
her. With an eager twist of her full, youthful hips, she moved so that her 
madly throbbing pussy could rub against his tensed thigh. God, how she loved 
to suck his warm pulsing penis. 

As Cybil watched Margaret's ovaled, hungry mouth close over the 
blood-swollen length of Stu's red penis, an involuntary gasp of mingled 
disbelief and delight escaped from her drug-numbed lips. Everything was just 
too fantastic to be true! She felt as though a whole new world was being 
opened to her. Even though she had seen pictures of this very thing, she 
would never have believed that she would actually be seeing something like 
this in real life. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a 
man's penis so deep in her throat. It looked so grown up . . . 

Lars heard Cybil's low gasp and decided that it was time to let her know he 
hadn't forgotten about her. Reaching out, he began to caress her 
blouse-covered shoulders with slow, massaging stokes. 

At the unexpected touch, Cybil's overly-sensitive body jerked away, the full 
realization of just what was happening hitting her at last. With a small 
part of reality entering her mind, she found that she felt as tingly all 
over as she had when her breasts had been touched in Chicago . . . and she 
hadn't even been kissing! She could sense that if Lars touched her breasts 
now, she would never be able to hold herself back from "going all the way" 
with him. She liked him . . . she liked him a lot. . . but she wasn't all 
that sure she could do that with him. Even though she wanted to let him know 
that she was not a little girl, the way her mother and father thought she 
was, she wasn't quite ready for something like letting Lars do to her what 
she was watching Margaret do to Stu. She forced her body to move away from 
Lars, all the while never allowing her eyes to leave the scene in front of 
her. 

Lars, realizing that he'd acted too fast, rolled another joint and offered 
it to her. 

"Here ya go," he said, smiling as nicely as he could. "You look like you 
could use a little more." 

Cybil found that she liked the way she was feeling now. She was so relaxed . 
. . even more so after Lars didn't touch her again, that she was certain she 
could trust him. She took the joint and inhaled nearly half of it, smiling 
as everything became more and more like a dream to her. Everything was so 
peaceful and natural.. . Margaret was so lovely and Stu was so handsome. And 
Lars was so nice to her. They all must think that she is old enough to 
appreciate what's happening. No one seemed to care that she was younger than 
they are. . . . 

The handsome Lars felt his expectant cock throb demandingly against his 
tight denim pants. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined how warm and 
tight Cybil's cunt would be . . . her hot, wet virgin cunt. God . . . she 
was so young that she probably wouldn't even have any hair around her pussy. 
A nice, hot, tight, hairless cunt. He knew then and there he was the 
luckiest person on the whole ranch . . . except for maybe his father! 

Cybil had momentarily turned away as she sucked in on the marijuana smoke, 
and when she brought her eyes back to them, she saw that they seemed to be 
acting out some age-old ritual with motions so graceful and stylized as 
those of ballet dancers, and their loud moans and soft sounds of naked flesh 
slapping against naked flesh seemed to be a sensuous background of music. 
Totally relaxed now, the drugged young girl let her body fall back so that 
her thighs were slightly spread, pressing the crotch of her jeans against 
her young, throbbing pussy all the more. Everything was taking place within 
a rainbow-colored cloud, and everything was so beautiful and natural. 

Right next to her, Margaret continued to suck Stu's hard pulsing cock deep 
in her mouth. The voluptuous teenager's lips were painfully strained, but 
she was glad for the slight pain. It told her without even looking that 
Stu's cock was as large as it could possibly be. Grinding her eagerly 
quivering vagina against her boyfriend's tautly muscled thigh, she began to 
tease his pulsating penis by nipping up and down the entire length of his 
lust-inflated shaft. 

"Shit.. . you fucking little cocksucker . . . you really . . . suck my cock 
. . . dddooooooooooooodddddddd. . . " Stu panted, driven almost out of his 
mind by the shuddering waves of pleasure that shot through his body as 
Margaret's sharp little teeth sank into his aching penis. "Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhhh 
. . . like that.. . suck me! Suck me harddddddddd.. . . " 

Margaret was more than happy to obey, and she pressed her tightly ovaled 
lips as hard as she could against the huge rod of male flesh plunging up 
into her mouth. Her tongue felt the urgent pulsing of his swollen veins on 
the underside of his demandingly thrusting penis, and she knew that his 
orgasm was only a few seconds away. Almost frantically, then, she undulated 
her hot little cunt against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with him. 

Stu was suddenly aware of the feel of Margaret's damp, hair-fringed pussy 
scraping against the naked flesh of his thigh and the wantonness of her 
action aroused his passion to the fever point. Animalistic groans spewed 
from between his tightly clenched teeth as he grabbed her full, soft, dark 
hair, pulling her face still deeper between his loins until he could feel 
her soft trembling lips pressing against the very base of his massive cock. 

Margaret sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking with fast, wildly 
jerking strokes up into her straining mouth. Hot flames of lust rose from 
her moisture-drenched pussy, and with each passing second, the heated waves 
of burning desire grew more and more intense. Then, with an inhuman gurgle 
of blissful anguish, she grasped his sperm-bloated balls with one hand and 
at the same time stuck her middle finger up into his puckering anus. 

! ' A-A A A AAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH.. . ! " The guttural cry rose 
from deep in Stu's throat as he felt the first squirt of thick hot cum shoot 
from his aching testicles and begin its headlong rush a-long the entire 
length of his wildly jerking cock. An instant later, the lust-heated liquid 
gushed deep into the dark-haired girl's throat, and every muscle and nerve 
in his orgasming body exploded as wave after wave of his mind-shattering 
climax swept over him.. . . 

"SHIT . . . I'M CCCUUUMMMIII-NNNGGGG . . . CCCCCCCCUUUUUUM-MMMMMMIIINNNGGG. 
. . ! " 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! YES! YYYEEESSS!! ! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH. . . . ! " Margaret's 
frienzed wails echoed her boyfriend's, as uncontrollable searing sensations 
shot through her violently quivering young body. She continued to suck with 
mindless passion at Stu's huge jerking penis, trying to swallow every last 
drop of his hot, delicious sperm. Not until the last bittersweet waves of 
sensation had abated in her trembling loins did the exhausted teenager let 
the now-deflated cock slowly slip from her cum-smeared lips. Then she fell 
forward onto his sweat-slickened body, and the only sounds Cyril could hear 
were once again those of the birds in the trees and the low, heavy breathing 
of the two people laying next to her. 

The sudden silence was strangely disquieting to the blonde thirteen year 
old. Her whole body was trembling with sympathetic arousal, and she could 
hear her own breath coming almost as fast as the tightly entwined couple 
panting on the ground. She wanted to get away . . . wanted to be by herself 
so she could finger her vagina. She felt as aroused now as she had the night 
before . . . more so. The lascivious spectacle was more than she would ever 
have dreamed possible, and she didn't have time to think about it now. Her 
whole body was throbbing.. . the wetness in her young loins served only to 
increase the stimulation she had received from watching Margaret and Stu. 
She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing herself with her fingers moving 
in and out of her cunt as she had done last night. She knew she was not like 
these other people . . . when she did something like this, she wanted to be 
alone. She didn't care what Lars or Stu or Margaret thought of her. She was 
like her mother. Her mother would never do something like that in a place 
for all to see . . . and she wouldn't either. 

Freed from the arresting sight of the cock-sucking, the young blonde girl 
found that she was able to move now. She rose unsteadily to her feet. 
Margaret and Stu were too tired to notice her actions, and Lars appeared too 
fascinated with the umpteenth joint he was rolling. Glancing around for a 
spot that was far enough away that she wouldn't be seen, yet near enough so 
that she wouldn't get lost, she wandered into the woods, away from the trail 
until she could look back and not see any of the other three people.. . . 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Christa sat at the nearly empty table in the mess cabin, sipping on her cup 
of coffee and trying to come to grips with what she had been thinking last 
night. She had just barely slept, tossing and turning in her bed, dreaming 
about her husband coming to the Broken L ranch and dragging her away, only 
to tie her up in her bedroom in Chicago. The dream occurred over and over 
again during the night until she was actually glad that the sun had come up. 
It meant that the night was over, and she would be able to tire herself with 
a day's playing in the mountains. But as soon as she had started to get up 
with the sun, she had fallen back into bed, only to sleep this time until 
well after ten. 

Now, as she stared at the wood-brown walls of the large cabin, she decided 
that she wasn't going to let her thoughts trouble her anymore. She had taken 
this vacation away from Frank to try and come to some sort of terms with 
herself and her marriage, and she would never be able to do that if she 
dwelt only on the past. She would think only about what happened during the 
next two weeks. She would deal with her husband when she next saw him near 
the end of the month. 

As she came to this decision, Cliff suddenly appeared at her table, and she 
was strangely glad to see him. She was happy that she had made friends with 
him yesterday. At least she wouldn't have to spend these next two weeks all 
be herself. With Cybil already hiking with Lars, the young wife was pretty 
sure that her daughter wouldn't want to spend a lot of time with her mother. 
Christa knew she wouldn't if she were Cybil's age. People should spend time 
with other people who have the same interests on a vacation, she decided. 

"Hi!" Cliff said, his voice cheery and wide awake. "Mind if I join you?" 

"No . . . not at all," Christa said, forcing herself to smile. Even though 
she was glad to see him, she was a little too tired to be as happy as Cliff 
seemed. 

The tall, muscular man set his coffee mug on the table and sat across from 
her, their eyes meeting for a moment. Christa smiled again and turned away. 

"I'd say Lars is a little taken with your daughter," Cliff said by way of 
opening up the conversation. "She really is a lovely girl. You must be 
pretty proud of her." His dark eyes gazed at the generous swell of her 
breasts as she sat for a brief moment in silence. Cliff couldn't help but 
wonder if his son had fucked that nice tight cunt of Cybil's. God . . . 
Getting into her sweet young pussy would be so nice . . . but fucking this 
lovely woman would be a lot nicer. Hell, a married woman would have enough 
experience to really set his cock on fire. 

"Yes, Cybil is a nice girl," Christa finally said, lifting her head and 
looking at Cliff. "She's at the age now where older men really fascinate 
her." She almost asked him if he was certain his son would treat her like 
the young lady she was. A girl like Cybil could attract a lot of attention 
from older boys. She was so eager sometimes to prove that she was grown up. 
Even though Christa didn't share all of Frank's beliefs on how to raise 
children, she didn't believe that Cybil should get too serious about boys at 
such an early age. She may know all the basics about love, but there were a 
great many things she didn't understand. Yet she trusted her daughter. 
Otherwise she wouldn't have let her go off with an older boy she hardly 
knew. Christa generally approved of the boys Cybil dated. She would be able 
to take care of herself if things got a little too heavy. 

"Well. . . you don't have to worry about Lars none," Cliff said, putting on 
his western drawl. "I'm sure he'll show Cybil a real good time." That, he 
thought to himself, has to be the understatement of all time. A virgin like 
Cybil will never forget the fucking Lars gives her. 

There was another moment of silence. Christa tried to think of something to 
say, but she was still a little tired from her fit full, restless night. She 
had been up for less than an hour, and was still trying to clear the cobwebs 
in her mind. Cliff sensed that something might be on her mind, and he 
decided that he would try and gain her confidence . . . try and learn 
something that would make fucking her a great deal easier. 

"You look a little bothered by something, Chris," he said, his voice 
sounding genuinely concerned. "I hope you're not worried about Lars and 
Cybil out in the woods alone with each other. Lars would never. . . . " 

"No . . . no . . . nothing like that," Christa said in a tired voice. She 
hoped it didn't sound as though she was bored by Cliffs presence. She didn't 
understand why, but she actually trusted this man. Her feelings surprised 
her a little. She usually didn't feel this way about people she hardly knew. 
Cybil was still an innocent girl, and could see the best in anybody while 
totally ignoring the bad. Christa knew, though, that there were a great many 
people in the world who took an enjoyment in hurting other people. Somehow, 
and for some unknown reason, she didn't think that Cliff was one of them. He 
seemed so open and honest, so strong and assured . . . the way Frank had 
been when she first. . . . 

No . . . she mustn't think like that. The way she was feeling now, thinking 
like that could onry lead to trouble. 

"I was just.. . I was just thinking about my husband." 

"It's really a shame that he couldn't come, Chris. I'm sure you and he would 
enjoy being here together." 

"Are you married, Cliff?" she asked, wanting to know a little more about 
this man. Then she smiled and threw her head back slightly. "That's a really 
stupid question. Of course you're married. You wouldn't have a son unless 
you were." 

Cliff looked down at the pine table, a knowing smile on her lips. He almost 
started to lie to her, but this answer came out before he could think. 

"No . . . I'm divorced. My wife and I had some differences. . . some very 
strong differences." He hoped she didn't fish for any more information than 
that. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell her the details of those 
differences . . . how his wife had caught him fucking two women at once . . 
. and had suspected his actions for months.. . . 

Christa could see that he didn't want to talk about his marriage and 
divorce, but she was glad that he could sympathize with the serious problems 
marriage could cause. 

"Do you think divorce is always the answer?" she asked, a thoughtful frown 
on her face. 

"Thinking about telling the mister to pay alimony instead of bringing home a 
pay check?" he asked, giving her a friendly wink. For a moment, Christa was 
offended by his forward question, but the way his well-weathered face seemed 
so child-like as he smiled, his eyes twinkling like a wife old trail 
boss's.. . his whole expression was telling her that he liked getting right 
to the point without beating around the bush. She hadn't consciously thought 
about it until he mentioned it, but now . . . now it seemed like something 
she would never be able to get out of her mind. What would Frank say if she 
threatened to leave him? That could be very interesting. 

"I.. . I was just wondering what you thought," she said, returning his 
smile. "I haven't really considered anything like that, though." 

Cliff could tell that she wanted to talk about her marriage, and that she 
also wanted to be drawn out. He could see the look in her eyes and smile 
that told him she was feeling all alone and didn't know which way to turn. 

"Something tells me that your marriage isn't as strong as you would like it. 
You and your man don't agree on how to raise your daughter, right?" 

"Wrong," Christa said quickly. It's. . . other things." 

"It's sex, isn't it," Cliff said, leaning back in his chair and stretching 
out his legs under the table. He could feel his calf touching Christa's 
thigh, and for a few seconds, she did nothing to pull it away. Then she 
shifted her position, a pouting expression on her face. Cliff sensed right 
then and there that he had hit the nail on the head. Wellllll, he thought to 
himself, I'll bet her old man isn't fucking her as often as she'd like. How 
about that, Cliff ol' boy. You done gone and struck gold . . . a nice, hot 
golden cunt. "You can be honest with me Chris," he told her as though she 
were an old friend. "Sex is a very important part of marriage . . . 
something that should be talked about." 

Christa looked again into his eyes. His expression was blank, telling her 
that he wasn't making any snap judgments. Yes, she thought, I can trust him. 

She closed her eyes and nodded slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed. What 
would he think of her with all this talk? She didn't want to give him the 
wrong impression . . . the impression that she was trying to run away from 
her husband with any man who came along. "Frank . . . my husband . . . 
doesn't. . . uh . . . treat me the way I think a wife should be treated," 
she stammered, fumbling through her sleepy mind for the right words. 

"You mean he doesn't fuck you enough," Cliff said casually. 

Christa was momentarily startled by his use of the word fuck. She'd never 
liked the sound of it herself. It seemed so crude, so coarse. She looked at 
him, glowering slightly, but she could see nothing but the blank expression 
still on his face. It's just another word for him. It really doesn't mean 
anything. I've heard worse on the streets, she thought. 

"Yes," she said with a vague resignation in her voice. "He . . . uh . . . 
doesn't make . . . yes, you're right." She took a deep breath, determined to 
be brave. She had talked to her friends about her marriage, but nothing had 
come of those discussions. Perhaps, she reasoned, because people were afraid 
to say what they really meant.. . herself included. 

Bingo! Cliff thought. While he remained outwardly cool and casual, inside he 
was jumping for joy. He could feel his massive cock give a definitive lurch 
in his crotch, swelling against the confinement of his tight work jeans. 
Hell, this little pussy's not gonna be any trouble at all, he thought. I'll 
just lead her into the right frame of mind, and she's mine for the asking. 

"I hope you don't think it's your fault," he told her, leaning forward, his 
eyes resting on the cleavage offered through the unfastened buttons at the 
top of her thin, white blouse. He could see the lacy cloth of her bra 
straining against her blouse, her full, luscious breasts almost begging to 
be released and massaged to a sensual fullness. "You're a very attractive 
woman, and if your husband's too blind to notice that, that's his loss. 
Things today aren't the way they were ten, twenty years ago for a woman, ya 
know." 

He could see that he was moving a little too fast as she pulled back and 
looked as though she wanted to leave. Things may be different for women, he 
corrected, but not for every woman. Some of them need a little more time and 
patience. "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward," he said quickly, 
once again leaning back in his chair and looking away from her twin melony 
breasts. "I only meant that a woman doesn't have to put up with the sh . . . 
crap she used to. She can put her foot down now." 

All better, he thought. She visibly relaxed her body. 

Christa had been affronted by what he'd said. It was exactly the type of 
thing she had hoped to avoid by coming to a place like this alone . . . 
without Frank. God knows there were enough men who made passes like that at 
her in Chicago. She hadn't come all this way to put up with the same thing 
from a total stranger. 

"I.. . I just don't know what to do," she said finally, trying to think of 
him as purely a friend, instead of a man she was becoming physically 
attracted to. Yes, she had to admit to herself, he was really quite 
handsome. . . and nice. If she weren't a married woman.. . . 

"I was thinking of going to a marriage counselor," she said, spinning her 
now empty coffee cup with both hands. It was a nervous habit she had when 
she found that her emotions were starting to get the better of her. 

"Looks like your cup's empty," he said, taking it from her hands gently and 
looking into it.. . almost playfully, she thought. "What say you and I get 
some of the great outdoors? You don't have to stay in this cabin on a day 
like today." 

For a moment, Christa thought the better of it. Should she go walking with 
this stranger after what she had told him? A lonely woman, a divorced man . 
. . trouble is made of things like that, a small voice in the back of he 
mind warned. And then her face brightened with a smile. Why not? She was a 
big girl. She shouldn't be acting as though she was her daughter's age. 
Cliff wouldn't touch her. A man like him wouldn't fool around with a married 
woman. Against the code of the West, or something like that. 

"I could use some walking around," she said. "You're right. I stay inside 
all day in Chicago. No point in taking a vacation unless you can do 
something different." 

They rose from their chairs and walked to the spring-held door. Cliff pushed 
it for her, positioning his body in such a way that she would have to brush 
her breasts against him as she walked out. Even though she didn't seem to 
take any notice of it, Cliff sure did. During the brief instant her soft, 
pliant mounds were against the powerful muscles of his extended arm, he 
decided that they felt as good as they looked. And if he played his cards 
right, he was going to get a chance to prove that to himself even more. 

Christa waited outside the mess cabin for Cliff. He came up next to her, and 
guided her to the same path Lars and Cybil had taken earlier that morning. 
There were a few people coming down from the mountain path, and Cliff waved 
to them. They waved back, and the little friendly exchange served to make 
Christa feel all the more relaxed. 

As Cliff and Christa passed the part of the trail around the corral, neither 
one of them said anything. Christa looked around her, delighting in the 
sounds of nature, seeing and hearing things she would never be able to hear 
in Chicago. When she was a little girl, her parents used to take her to the 
country outside of her home, but it had never looked like this. There were 
mountains in the background now . . . some of them had snow on the top, even 
though it was August. The towering pine trees were totally unlike anything 
she had seen in the country when she was a little girl. This, she thought to 
herself giddily, is real nature. This is the Old West. . . just the way the 
first settlers had seen it hundreds of years ago. Just a few short steps 
from her gas heated cabin with running water, nature seemed to come alive, 
as though to say that man may build his cities, but the mountains, the 
trees, the clear blue skies would always be here . . . waiting to take over 
when man finally leaves. 

Cliff himself seemed to be enraptured with the beauty surrounding him. As 
Christa followed close behind, she watched him as he turned his head from 
side to side, a contented smile on his face, his coal-black eyes drinking in 
the sights. It's as if he were seeing this for the first time, Christa 
thought. Even though he's been here so many times before, he isn't tired or 
bored by the beauty of nature. 

And the young woman could feel why. As soon as they entered the thick forest 
threatening to overwhelm the small dirt trail, she felt as though she didn't 
have a care in the world. The troubles which had plagued her the night 
before . . . and for the last few years of her marriage . . . all seemed to 
fade with the wind blowing through her full, golden hair. Instead of seeing 
herself as a victim of her husband's inattention toward her, she could see 
now that she really did have alternatives. She stopped for a moment, looking 
through the trees down over the broad expanse of the ranch and smiled, 
thinking of what her husband would say if she threatened to leave him . . . 
and take Cybil with her. 

Cliff, who had been silent for this part of the hike, noticed that she had 
stopped to look over the ranch. He too, stopped his hiking, and turned to 
look at her. Here in the late morning sunlight, she seemed to come alive 
with a sheer sensual beauty. As she stood with her hands casually resting in 
the back pockets of her tight jeans, one leg slightly bent and forward from 
the other, one shoulder dropped a little, he could see her luscious breasts 
from the profile view she presented unknowingly to him. She looked as though 
she belonged here . . . in the beauty of nature . . . not in some city, 
surrounded by tall buildings. Cliff couldn't understand his feelings at that 
moment. He wanted to fuck her at that moment more than he had ever wanted to 
fuck any other woman. . . but he wanted to do more than fuck her. He wanted 
to make love to her, wanted to show her that she was wasting her life with a 
husband who didn't seem to appreciate her for the woman she was. 

He walked over to her and stood on her left. "It's really nice to see you 
smiling," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. I think this is the first time 

I've seen you really happy." 

"Standing out here in the woods like this makes Chicago seem so far away," 
she answered in a dreamy voice. "It's so lovely, so peaceful.. . . " 

"You look a lot more beautiful when you're happy," he said, his voice 
becoming slightly more seductive, slightly lower, his body inching a little 
closer to hers. He could sense the faint scent of her creamy flesh, even 
through her clothing. While she looked out over the ranch, he allowed his 
eyes to travel over her body, roughly outlined by the tightness of her form 
fitting jeans and blouse. The sunlight shined through the sheerness of her 
blouse, making it possible for him to see the lacy lines of her bra, filled 
to capacity with the mounds of her breasts. Her belly was flat, and her 
jeans followed every contour of her small, rounded buttocks in back, and the 
shapely, alluring curves of her thighs and tapered calves in front. "If your 
husband could see you now, there's no way he could ignore you." 

Still smiling, she turned her face to him, and noticed that he was a scant 
few inches from her, his dark eyes looking with a piercing intent into her 
own. Her smile faded instantly, and she tried to pull her glance away from 
his. But she couldn't! She was held as if transfixed by the fact that this 
man was now the way her husband had been years ago . . . rugged, handsome, 
alive with the sheer joy of living. She moved her azure blue eyes over his 
expressionless face, studying the small weathered lines in his slightly 
craggy features. His chest was square and powerful looking. Everything about 
him suggested that he would be completely at home on a ranch, riding a 
horse, branding cattle, sitting around a campfire and telling stories about 
living in the wilds.. . She bit her lower lip. She wanted to reach out and 
touch him then. It was all she could do to keep her hands in her pockets. 
She could feel her vaginal lips starting to seep the warm fluids of her 
unwanted arousal. She shouldn't be feeling like this, she knew . . . she was 
a married woman, with a daughter. But he certainly seemed to appreciate her 
the way she wanted to be appreciated. 

Cliff could sense her reasons for hesitation, and he knew what she was 
thinking. Now, he thought. The time is perfect. She's so vulnerable.. . so 
needing.. . so empty in her life with her husband. . . . 

His huge, slightly calloused hand slowly moved from his hips upward to 
lightly touch the creamy smooth flesh of her face, tracing a line from her 
lower chin upwards along her cheek and around her pleading lips. She didn't 
move. She couldn't. His actions didn't surprise her in the least, though. 
She could tell that he found her an attractive woman. He had told her as 
much. Her mind screamed a warning, telling her that she was allowing 
something to happen that was wrong, that was against everything she believed 
in. 

Tell him to stop, she thought, He'll understand. You've done nothing to 
encourage him . . . nothing to make him think that you would do anything at 
all with him. This is wrong . . . you're a married woman . . . you're a 
married woman. . . . 

But another, much louder voice in her mind answered her mounting fears. 
You're married only by a piece of paper, it said. You're marriage is a 
mockery. You're husband hardly knows you're alive. He hasn't done anything 
that makes you feel like a wife . . . like a woman.. . . 

She closed her eyes and tried to still the conflicting thoughts searing 
through her brain, tried to control with thoughts the unwanted tingling in 
her too-long empty vagina. It was no use. She hadn't even seen her husband's 
penis in over a month. She and Frank were living in two different worlds . . 
. even when they slept together in the same bed. 

"Cliff . . . no . . . I . . . " she said feebly, trying to pull her body 
away from this handsome man. Her eyes fluttered nervously, but she made no 
other moves. Her feet felt as though she was imbedded in concrete, her arms 
were like lead weights pressing against her buttocks. . . . 

"Sshhhhhhhhhh . . . " he whispered soothingly. 

"Just move with the feelings. . . . " 

But she couldn't move, not even when his hand opened up and was joined by 
his other as he lightly cradled her face. She was surprised by the 
gentleness his rough, heavy-looking hands could create. He pulled her face 
to his then, their lips meeting lightly once, and then with increased 
fervor. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, making her breasts 
throb with the pressure of a tom-tom. She could feel her cuntal lips 
beginning to flower, opening up and flooding her whole crotch with the 
liquid heat of the passion she had tried, in vain, to suppress. 

Cliffs tongue probed against her lightly clenched teeth, and she opened her 
mouth, allowing him to enter with the demanding wet organ and dance with her 
own in the warm cavern of her mouth. Then he pulled his face away from hers, 
and his hands dropped from her cheeks to the buttons of her blous . She 
closed her eyes once again, trying to muster up enough courage to tell him 
to stop as he opened the third button from the top.. . and the fourth . . . 
and the fifth, finally pulling apart the side hems to reveal to his eyes the 
-billowy mounds of her breasts encased in her lacy bra. He watched her 
smooth belly pull in slightly, and her hands finally came out of her back 
pockets to rest limply at her sides. She felt like she was a new bride 
again, and her husband was undressing her, as he had on their wedding night 
when she had offered him the gift of her hymen. She shivered mindlessly as 
she felt her blouse being pulled over her shoulders and down her arms. And 
then she felt the cool mountain air wafting against her naked breasts as he 
removed her bra, and farther down, she sensed his fingers fumbling with the 
waist clasp of her jeans . . . pulling down the zipper and peeling her 
skin-tight denim down over her hips . . . her thighs . . . her calves.. . 

The warning voice in her mind was still now, having been replaced by a voice 
which told her that she had every right to demand those pleasures every 
woman needs. If her husband wasn't man enough to give her those things she 
needed, why not let Cliff. Whatever happens will serve Frank right, she 
thought. 

"Just lay back," Cliff whispered. "Lay back and I'll take care of you. You 
won't have to do a thing. You're beautiful, Christa . . . you were made for 
better things than you have with your husband. I've never seen such a lovely 
body in my life." 

He spoke with the sincerity he really felt. What had started for him as just 
another game to fuck a lovely woman was becoming something else for him. He 
couldn't understand his feelings. He couldn't even describe them to himself. 
He hadn't felt like this in such a long time.. . . All thoughts of whatever 
his son might be doing with Cybil vanished from his mind. He was aware of 
only one thing.. . he wanted to make Christa the woman she was meant to be . 
. . the woman she deserved to be. He could see that she was completely 
relaxed by the soothing tone of his words, and he quickly shucked out of his 
clothes. She followed his command and laid down on the cool, soft ground. 

Now, as she removed the final wisps of her panties and shoes, Cliffs eyes 
roved lustfully over her perfect body. It was better than he would have 
imagined in his wildest dreams. How a man like her husband could not fuck 
this woman was totally out of his realm of thought. Her skin was creamy 
white, evidence of her living for too long in the city. The pink of her 
aureoles and light brown of her breast nipples contrasted sharply, brazenly, 
delightfully with the alabaster surrounding them. The golden hair of her 
pubic mound glistened invitingly, like a wispy nugget of gold against the 
white juncture of her upper thighs, and he could catch a glimpse of the 
fleshy slit nestled in saffron hair. 

He lowered his naked body onto the ground, her head propped up against a 
mound of hard packed leaves. He knelt down, his powerful legs straddling her 
hips. His dangling hairy balls pulsed and swayed sensuously over her, his 
long, sinewy cock massively erect and throbbing with burning desire. 

He knelt over her for a few moments, his body as erect as his penis. He 
savored the wildness and natural innocence of the affair. She was giving 
herself to him willingly, out here in the open. This trail was used many 
times by the campers in the ranch. They could be discovered at any time. Her 
daughter might come down from the mountain . . . and yet this thought 
produced an inward chuckle. Christa obviously thought of the same thing . . 
. and she didn't care. Why should he? He felt his naked body tingle as he 
thought of the pleasures yet to come. 

He let his hands play lazily over her naked body. First he caressed her 
face, relaxing her eyes and facial muscles, teasing her skin with light, 
delicate strokes. Years of experience had taught him just what really made 
women submit totally to him, and he wanted to make her feel as wonderful and 
blissful as was possible. 

Christa, feeling her conscious thought dissolve at the light touches she 
hadn't felt in so long, delighted as his fingers glided like feathers over 
her breasts. She felt the skin tingle, then contract. Her nipples quivered 
and hardened, the brownish-red tips taut with the pleasure she had all but 
forgotten. He molded and kneaded them, relaxing her all the more, while at 
the same time charging her with sensuality and warmth. 

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh . . . " she found herself moaning, almost 
involuntarily. Cliffs expertise was potent, and was working skillfully 
against any protestation she might have made. But she could not protest. She 
had to have these feelings. Her body's demands were stronger than any 
rational thought she could have made at that point.. . . 

"Feels good, doesn't it.. . " he whispered. "Feels soooooooo nice. You 
deserve to feel nice, Chris . . . you deserve everything your husband has 
denied you.. . . " 

I do, Christa thought, yes I do deserve it. Why shouldn't I have the 
pleasures every woman needs.. . I didn't agree to give up living just 
because I married Frank. And Cliff is such a nice, wonderful man.. . . 

These thoughts reinforced Cliffs artful stroking, and she could feel the 
last vestiges of her will floating away on a sea of mounting sensuality. He 
was caressing her hips and thighs now, while his face was nuzzled lightly in 
the soft, velvety planes of her stomach. 

His tongue began to flick lightly over her flesh, which grew goose-pimply, 
sending shivers of delight through Christa's body. She began to move 
decidedly now, undulating a little under the darting tongue. He moved down 
her stomach and explored the regions around the furry patch between her 
legs.. . . 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . " she mewled as she felt his tongue slide closer and 
closer to that tender pink area. She grew excited in anticipation. Cliff 
worked so skillfully, so teasingly, that the merest suggestion sent thrills 
of excitement through her. Now his tongue darted quickly into the moist, 
golden tangle of her cuntal hair and found the soft pink crevice of her 
vaginal slit. 

"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhrmlihhhh!" she moaned sharply as she felt his hot wet 
tongue begin to lick teasingly up the full length of her tender pink pussy. 
Her whole body quivered from the jarring shock of a fleshy tongue on her 
naked open cunt for the first time in she didn't remember how long. This was 
something her husband used to do when they were first married, opening up 
doors of sensual delight she would never have dreamed possible. But he had 
stopped doing things like this long ago . . . the first symptoms that he was 
losing interest in her. And now. . . now she was overcome with excitement . 
. . the same excitement that made her feel like a virgin all over again. She 
knew she should not allow any man who was not her husband to come even this 
far, but she couldn't protest. She didn't want to protest. Later . . . maybe 
. . . she would come to her senses. But now, she wanted to have those 
sensations burning in her loins once again. She gathered strength and tried 
to lift her hips up to him, but the weight of Cliffs body was too much for 
her as his hands rested firmly, delightfully, kneading the ivory mounds of 
her breasts. He continued the searing darting of his meandering tongue. 

He ran his wet organ up and down the moist, trembling slit, probing with the 
magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of her drenching, 
throbbing pussy, dabbling at the fleshy out lips, nibbling playfully at the 
silken strands lining them. Then he found the hardened tip of her clitoris 
and began to suck and probe at it, pulling it, sending excruciating shocks 
of delight searing through her body. 

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, at first nearly washed completely 
away by the feelings he was infusing into her. As he continued biting and 
sucking she was overcome with a wild sense of excitement that was deep and 
thrilling. She began to undulate her body all the more, twisting her hips to 
encourage him further. 

Cliff himself was delighting in the pleasure he was able to give her. He 
could see that she was his totally now, that her moist vagina was his to use 
as he wished. He was going to show her that he was nothing like her husband 
. . . that he knew what a woman like her needed . . . wanted.. . . 

As Christa felt the hot wet pleasure of his tonguing, she opened her legs 
wide to allow him easy entry, and pushed her hips upward so as to meet the 
hungry, probing tongue. Gone were all thoughts of guilt and shame. Gone were 
the feelings that she, a married woman, had no right to accept the pleasures 
offered by a man who was not her husband. In her wildly exultant state, her 
legs thrashing with delight, she felt she was at last a woman who did not 
have to depend on her husband for what she wanted. If he was going to take 
her for granted, she would go to someone who would treat her as she wanted 
to be treated. She should have done this long ago, she thought. The wild 
sense of pleasure she felt consumed her with erotic abandon and she gave 
herself to it completely. 

She writhed and squirmed beneath the madly licking tongue until she thought 
she would faint from the ecstatic joy that surged through her loins. She 
felt as though she had never experienced anything as exciting as this 
before. She was tired of her fingers. They were never enough.. . they were 
never the same as the feelings a man could produce in her. Her open cunt was 
now grinding up into Cliffs face, crushing his mouth wantonly against the 
slippery wetness, flaring open to devour Cliff s pleasure-giving tongue. 

Cliff, sweating and passionate, licked greedily, savoring her increased 
excitement. He was exultant that she was giving herself to him like this. In 
his own mind, he thought of this as something more than just the mere 
seduction of another in a long line of women. He found that he was happy for 
her glad that she was at last able to enjoy life as she was meant to do. He 
was proud of himself for being the one to give her such happiness. He knew 
that his own satisfaction would be increased if he waited for his release 
until later, when she was more fully prepared. Now there was the present 
stimulation of this thrashing, kicking, newly-released woman groaning 
beneath him. He increased his artful oral manipulation to where she was 
crazed with excitement. 

She gasped and groaned as Cliff, stiffening his tongue, plunged it deeper 
and deeper into her wetly squirming vaginal hole, rotating it far up inside 
her. It felt wonderful to Christa, beyond anything Frank could ever have 
done for her. Her hips were oscillating in time to the wet probing tongue 
plunging deep into her, and little eddies of mind-shattering pleasure raced 
through her. 

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh . . . OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!! " She cried in 
pleasure, as Cliffs tongue licked and darted in and out, occasionally 
flicking wildly over the clitoris and then back into the widening, eager 
hole. 

She was lost.. . lost! She didn't care about anything now. Cliff was right! 
She did deserve this! 

She couldn't remember a time in her life when she had felt so good . . . 
even with Frank so many years ago. Oooohhh.. . it felt so good . . 
ssssooooooooo gggggoooooooooooooddddd! 

Cliff was delighted with the way she was responding to his manipulation, 
delighted at his own oral pleasure as he pressed deeply into her wet vaginal 
hole, sucking and probing with consummate skill. 

Christa began to moan steadily now, in the grips of her coming orgasm. Her 
body began to shudder and melt, whipped to a frenzy by Cliffs tongue 
whirling around in the velvet interior of her cunt, the wet sluicing sounds 
mixing with the sensuous strains of her panting and moaning. Billows were 
rising in her. . . she felt near the bursting point, gasping ready to 
explode with fiery delight.. . . 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAG-GGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! " She cried from the very 
depths of her being . . . her body consumed with a rushing, surging 
electricity. " I . . . I'm.. . c u . . . cu . . . 
CCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIINNNGGG . . . I'M CCCCCCCCCCCCCcuuuuuuuu- 

UUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGG!! ! " 

She heaved and thrashed like a raving madwoman under the hot, thick tongue 
licking furiously at her pulsing cuntal slit, probing deeply into her, then 
racing wildly over her clitoris and fleshy cuntal lips. Hungry flames were 
engulfing her, tremors ran through her body as the inflamed cuntal walls 
dilated and shuddered, sending out streams of her warm orgasmic juices to 
cascade down over Cliffs wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and 
flail, until finally, exhausted and deeply satiated, she sank back on the 
bed of leaves beneath her. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh . . . " she sighed, luxuriating in the flow that 
suffused her. She felt good, and in the back of her mind there was a sense 
of self worth. It was wonderful to feel like this again . . .wonderful. . . 
wonderful. . . . 

Cliff watched her, pleased with his patience and adept performance. But as 
he watched her, he felt his body yearn for it's own release, yearn to give 
her another gift . . . the hot flood of his boiling sperm. He wanted to make 
her feel good again . . . and again . . . wanted her to make him feel good, 
as he knew she would be able to do. 

For a long time, neither Christa nor Cliff said anything, delighting in the 
sounds of the bird calls in the near and distant trees. . . . 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Just a little up the pathway, and in the woods slightly, Cybil was leaning 
up against the massive pine trees for support. In her stoned, totally 
altered state of thought, she knew only one thing.. . she had to relieve the 
burning, searing pressure she felt in the young, tender pussy . . . the 
arousing stimulation she had received from watching Margaret sucking on 
Stu's incredible cock. The openness of the two older people . . . their 
sheer ability to do something like that out in the open with other people 
watching was something young Cybil knew, she would never be able to do. She 
didn't care if Lars and everyone else thought she was just a little baby. 
When she was naked, she didn't want anyone else to see her. Kissing was one 
thing. And letting someone touch her breasts through the cloth of her blouse 
and bra.. . that wasn't the same. There was something wrong with having 
someone watching while she fingered her thirteen year old pussy. She had 
been told by her father that it was wrong to begin with, but that hadn't 
stopped her once before. Seeing her mother doing it last night told her that 
it wasn't wrong, but it definitely was something to be done away from other 
people. 

In her drugged state, she thought she was far enough away from everyone else 
to take her jeans off. She didn't know that she had walked in a large 
circle, and that she was only a few feet from where she had been. It was a 
small clearing in the woods, a place where some of the ranchers had cut down 
a few trees for cook-outs while hiking. In the center of the clearing was a 
small pile of charred wood from a campfire, and all around this pile was a 
deep, thick, soft bed of pine needles. The tall trees rimming the clearing 
absorbed all sounds except those of the birds and small animals living in 
and around the clearing. Cybil was certain that she had found a place where 
she would never be noticed. Panting heavily from her running through the 
woods, the young blonde girl sat down to catch her breath and listen to the 
sounds. She decided it would be wise to wait a little to make sure she 
wouldn't be found. 

Once she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, she began to relax a 
little. The area was peaceful and quiet. She closed her eyes and laid back 
on the ground, allowing her drugged-controlled mind to drink in the sounds 
around her. 

As one part of her mind paid attention to the sound of the wind blowing 
through the trees and the never-ending chatter of robins and blue-jays, 
another part of her mind fixed on what she had just come from. She couldn't 
believe that Margaret had actually done that.. . had actually taken Stu's 
penis into her mouth. Even though the whole thing seemed a little silly to 
the young innocent girl, there was no doubt that the dark-haired girl had 
actually liked it. Cybil tried to imagine what it would be like to have 
something like that in her mouth, to suck on it as Margaret had. At first, 
Cybil had been sure that Stu was going to wee-wee in Margaret's mouth. But 
that hadn't been what happened. Sperm had come out.. . a thick, white creamy 
fluid had actually come squirting out of the end of Stu's penis. Cybil had 
heard that that was what happened with men. She had learned about it in her 
health and sex education class in school. 

But it had been nothing--nothing like what she imagined it would be. Hearing 
about it was one thing.. . seeing it like that was another. A great many 
things started making sense to Cybil then. Her father had told her a story 
long ago about where babies come from. He had said that Daddy plants a seed 
in Mommy, and a baby can grow from that seed. Cybil had tried to imagine 
what the seed looked like. The way her father had described it didn't make 
any sense, but when she had asked him more about it, he had told her that 
she would have to wait until she was grown up to know more. 

Well.. . thought the young girl as she listened for any sounds which would 
tell her if someone was coming, she must be grown up now. She knew what it 
looked like. It was very strange looking . . . and it must taste good, if 
Margaret wanted it in her mouth so badly. 

That was another thing puzzling the young girl. In her sex class, she had 
been told that sex was something to make babies. Cybil wasn't sure, but 
somehow it didn't seem as though Stu and Margaret were making a baby. They 
looked as though they were having fun . . . a lot of fun. Margaret looked 
just like Cybil's mother had when she had been playing with herself between 
her legs.. . and the way Cybil thought she herself looked when she had done 
the same thing. 

Realization came in a flash to the young girl then. Seeing the two people in 
the clearing do what they did showed the young blonde girl something she had 
never really thought about before. When she had released herself last night, 
and the other time as well, she had allowed her hands to roam over her body 
where they wanted to go. She had merely moved her hands to the slit between 
her slender thighs and pushed her fingers in the hole, stroking it in and 
out at will. It had felt so good both times that she just continued it, 
until suddenly everything was blotted from her mind and she was washed over 
with wetness and a wild tingly fire surging from body. And then the nice 
feeling slowly went away. Until this very moment, she had never thought that 
that was what sex was. Wow! Now it all seemed to make sense to her. As she 
lay on her back, she began to think . . . a husband must be the person who 
makes you feel like that. When she finally got married, she was going to 
have her husband make her feel like that all the time! And from the way Stu 
looked when his sperm went into Margaret's mouth, he was liking it as much 
as she was! That would make it all the better. If it was as good for a 
husband as it was for a wife, Cybil saw no reason why two married people 
shouldn't do it all the time.. . . 

And another thought entered into the young girl's mind . . . She wasn't 
sure, but she didn't think Stu and Margaret were married. That must mean 
that any man and any woman could do something like that with each other. You 
didn't have to be married to feel nice like that. . . . 

Her father! 

At the thought of her father, Cybil opened her eyes, her brow furrowed in 
deep thought. That must be it,. . . Her father wasn't making her mother feel 
like that! He wasn't having sex with his wife! No wonder her mother was so 
unhappy all the time! No wonder she had played with herself the night before 
. . . and maybe other times as well. Feeling like that was probably the most 
important thing in a marriage. 

She started to think if some men were different than others.. . if some of 
them could make women feel better than others . . . if all of them had 
penises the size of Stu's.. . if it was better if the penis was larger. . . 
She didn't know . . . Maybe she would never know, she thought. . . . But 
still.. . to do something like that with other people watching. Cybil knew 
she would never be able to do it if she knew she were being watched. 

Physically rested now, yet still mentally aroused, the young blonde girl 
found that her hand was moving of its own accord up along her side to her 
right breast. She watched it, tightening her arms to make her move faster, 
until she finally pressed her open palm against the up-thrusting, pliant 
mound. It felt good . . . just like she knew it would . . . just like it had 
the other times before. Her nipple was getting hard against her palm, and 
she could feel it through her bra and blouse. This time, though, she decided 
that she would think about what she was doing. If her own hands made her 
feel like this, she wondered what another person's hands would feel like . . 
. Probably better, she thought. And while another person was touching her, 
she could touch him too . . . or her mother. I'll bet my mother could make 
me feel real good, she thought as she closed her eyes and allowed the first 
waves of her passion to sweep over her. 

Less then ten feet away, Lars was crouching behind a tree, eagerly watching 
Cybil running her hand over her breasts. The young dark-haired boy was a 
little confused by what he saw. When Cybil had taken off like she had, Lars 
was certain that it was because she had been shocked by what she saw. His 
plan had been to go over to her and make her feel all secure . . . and then 
fuck her silly. He thought he would find her crying against a tree 
somewhere, and he was going to tell her that he had no idea that Stu and 
Margaret would do anything like that. He never expected to find her starting 
to masturbate herself. She wasn't the least bit upset by what she had seen. 
Hell, she was as aroused as he was . . . and she was doing something about 
it. 

His first reaction was to stay where he was and watch her. He had never seen 
a woman fingering herself, and he wondered what it would look like. He knew 
that when a person masturbates him or herself, the person does those things 
which are the most arousing. If he watched what Cybil did to herself, he was 
certain he could pick up a few pointers . . . things he would be able to use 
with other women. 

Ahhh . . . bullshit, he thought to himself. What good is it to watch? I 
didn't get her stoned as hell just to have her play with herself. I got her 
stoned to fuck her! And that's what I'm going to do. If she's so aroused 
that she had to fuck herself, maybe she won't put up too much of a fight. 

Deciding that he didn't want to frighten her too much, he picked up a large 
branch and broke it, making a sound he hoped she would think was made by 
someone walking through the forest. It worked! She instantly stopped her 
motions and opened her eyes, certain that she had been caught kneading her 
breast. Lars stood up from his hiding place and pretended that he had just 
arrived. 

"Hey . . . you really gave me a scare," he said, walking slowly to her, his 
face carrying an expression of concern. "I thought you might get lost, 
running off like that. I feel a little responsible for you." 

Cybil's heart was pounding in her chest. God! What if he had seen her 
playing with her breast? He might laugh and make fun of her . . . But it 
looked as though he hadn't. As she watched him walking slowly to her, her 
mind raced with a million different thoughts at the same time, but the 
strongest thought was that her young pussy was still tingling. She had 
already started to bring herself to that wonderful feeling she had come to 
know now as sex, and she was disappointed that she had been stopped. What 
could she do now, with Lars watching her. She couldn't very well ask him to 
leave. She didn't want him to know what she was going to do. 

"Look.. . " he said, trying to appear Humble and apologetic. "I'm really 
sorry about Stu and Margaret. I never thought. . . . " 

"That's all right," she answered sweetly, smiling as the germ of an idea 
began to form in her mind. "I thought they were kind of fun to watch." 

Lars stopped dead in his tracks. He had been thinking of this young girl as 
just that.. . a young girl; Someone who hadn't the faintest idea about 
anything. What the hell did she mean they were interesting? This was all 
wrong. This wasn't what he had planned at all. He'd been expecting a crying, 
upset little girl, and instead he found . . . found what? Someone who didn't 
seem to be bothered by something that would really send some of his older 
girl friends running to their mothers. 

He stood staring at her with his mouth hanging open as she lifted herself up 
off the ground, her little girl lips forming a strange pout as she lowered 
her head slightly and looked at him through her eye lashes. 

Cybil was almost certain of what she was doing now. Everything she had been 
thinking about while she was laying on the ground was beginning to make 
sense. Feeling good was more than kissing . . . more than letting someone 
touch you. She knew what making herself feel good was like, and she knew 
what happened when a man makes a woman feel good like that. Put the two 
together, and you have it.. . "going all the way", she thought. It all made 
sense to her now. All the pieces fit. Instead of her own hands running over 
her body, she wanted Lars's. Instead of her own fingers in her vagina, 
slicing in and out. . . she wanted Lars's . . . cock! That was it. She 
wanted to see her new friend naked. She wanted him to make her feel good! 
And she wanted to be the one to make him feel good at the same time! 

But she didn't know how she could go about getting him to do that to her. 
She was pretty sure that it was the man who was supposed to make the first 
move. She never asked boys out. She always waited for them to ask her. How 
could she get Lars to go all the way with her? Maybe she could act in a way 
that would let him know what she wanted . . . She would have to act grown 
up. She would have to show him that she was not a little girl.. . that she 
was a woman, and could do anything a woman older than her could do. She was 
a little frightened, but the throbbing of her vagina pressed her into 
action. That tingling, she thought to herself. I have to do something about 
it.. . . ! 

Thrusting her hands in her back pockets, she walked over to the gaping Lars. 
Her breast kneading had pulled open the top two buttons of her blouse, and 
she decided that she would leave it open. It would let Lars know that she 
didn't mind being seen like that by him. 

Lars's mind suddenly went blank as he watched the lovely young girl walking 
to him. She still looked the same as she had the day before, when he'd first 
met her. She was only one day older now. But there was something visible now 
that hadn't been then. All day she had been acting like a kid . . . just 
like a little innocent virgin, the type of girls he didn't like too much. 
Hell, those women had to be held down on a mattress until they could see the 
light. They always came around, but fighting with them.. . Jesus! But now, 
Cybil didn't look like she was going to put up a fight at all. As she 
sauntered across the clearing to him, his eyes fixed on the open part of her 
blouse. Shit. . . he could see her cleavage . . . and she knew it. Pressing 
against the tightness of her clothes, the curved arcs of her creamy young, 
full breasts were as visible as if she weren't wearing anything at all. It 
was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and pulling open the 
rest of her blouse right then and there. But he couldn't move. 

He was completely thrown by this wild turn of events. His whole plan seemed 
to vaporize in his mind. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't know 
if it was his imagination or not, but it seemed as though she was 
deliberately trying to excite him. He wasn't used to that. It was always he 
who made all the passes. He couldn't believe the tables might be turned, and 
he decided that he would wait this one out just a little longer 

"Do you have any girlfriends, Lars?" she asked, her voice purring a little. 
She was talking the way she had heard some women talk in a movie she had 
seen with her parents. 

"Uuuuuhhh . . . girlfriends?" he stammered, shaking his head as though he 
were coming out of a trance. 

"Yes," she said with deliberation. "I would think a handsome boy like you 
would have lots of girlfriends." 

Damn this little cunt, he thought. What the hell is she driving at? What 
kind of a question was that? Sure, he had lots of girlfriends. He'd fucked 
dozens of women . . . some of them more than once. When he got tired of 
them, he would leave them. It was a lot easier that way. At the moment . . . 
At the moment, he didn't actually have a girl he could call his girlfriend. 
Her sudden boldness was really throwing him for a loop, and he answered 
without thinking. 

"Uuuhhh . . . no . . . I guess I don't, not really." God . . . He could feel 
his palms sweating. What the hell was wrong with him now? He never felt this 
nervous around women. But then, none of them had ever acted like this Cybil 
before. What was she getting at? 

Cybil visibly brightened. She was sure then that no girl had made Lars as 
happy as Margaret had made Stu. She wondered, very briefly, if boys play 
with themselves the way girls do. Then she put it out of her mind. It wasn't 
all that important now. 

"That's silly," she said, coming closer to him. "I'll bet there are plenty 
of girls who would like to be your girlfriend." 

"Like who?" Lars quipped, suddenly aware of the tumultuous thudding of his 
heart. What the hell was the matter? he asked himself. He was acting exactly 
the way he thought she would be. He almost wished his father was around. 

"Wellllll . . . " Cybil said slowly, taking a deep breath to steady her 
jagged nerves, jutting her breasts out brazenly at him as she bent her body 
back a little. "Like me, for instance!" 

As aroused as he was, Lars couldn't believe that what he was hearing was 
real. Hell.. . he'd smoked yet another joint, just to make fucking this 
little cunt all the more sweet, and it was as much being so stoned as it was 
her strange, little-girl come-on, that was making it hard for him to think. 
But as shocked as he was by hearing her say that, he would never have 
believed what happened next! 

Cybil was a little confused by Lar's strange hesitation. She was so stoned 
that everything seemed as though it was in a hazy dream . . . a very light, 
airy, fluffy dream . . . a very nice dream. She wasn't sure if she was 
saying the right things or not. Obviously not, since Lars was just standing 
and looking at her. She had hoped that he would come over to her and kiss 
her. She wasn't any more used to acting like this than Lars was. The 
tingling in her vagina was the driving force of her actions . . . the 
tingling she had been trying to satisfy when Lars had found her. She knew 
that Lars could make her feel good. Maybe he didn't think she wanted him to! 
Well, she would show him. She would show him now the way she had shown 
everyone around the circle when she had first smoked all that pot. She would 
take her clothes off in front of Lars! That would prove to him that she 
wasn't a little girl, and that she wanted him to do the things to her that 
Stu had done to Margaret. But she wasn't going to take his penis in her 
mouth . . . she was going to take it between her legs! 

Inching her hands along her sides, she began unbuttoning her blouse 
completely now, finally untucking it from her jeans and pulling it off her 
small, near-fully developed body! Then she removed her bra, and gave the 
wide-eyed young man in front of her a full view of her upper body. 

Lars felt his head spinning. He was caught up in an unreal, strange world, 
over which it looked as though he had no control. Never, but NEVER had any 
woman stripped like this in front of him. It was always he who removed the 
girl's clothes. In a dream-like trance, he looked at the lovely young girl 
standing half naked in front of him, his eyes nearly bulging from his head. 
He could see the firm upsweep of her ripe, round breasts, the brown crinkled 
aureoles of her nipples looking back at him like deep, brown eyes. His eyes 
traveled down to the smooth stretch of her hips, and the slightly rounded 
curve of her young belly. Shit. . . Holy shit.. . He would never have 
thought a thirteen year old girl could look so good. How was it possible 
that a girl so young could have such a mature body? And how could she just 
be giving it to him like this. He had to be dreaming! He just had to. He 
couldn't believe that this lovely young girl was actually standing half-nude 
in front of him, that she was telling him she wanted to be his girlfriend . 
. . and going way out of her way to prove it. It was just too much. Nothing 
she had done yesterday or today had indicated that she would be anything 
like this! 

'Cybil.. . I.. . " he began feebly, his protruding eyes never leaving her 
amazingly ripe body. 

"I want to be your girlfriend, Lars," she was saying, feeling that she was 
gaining courage from somewhere deep within her. At first she had felt a 
little funny taking her clothes off like this, but as soon as she had done 
it, she felt better. It wasn't the same as doing it in front of a lot of 
people, like Margaret had done. She was doing it in front of a boy she liked 
a lot. . . maybe even loved! She wanted to show him . . . and she wanted him 
to love her . . . and make her feel good! 

Lars was in a trance, unable to believe or understand the transformation 
that had come over this young girl who he had taken for just another 
innocent pussy. Now she was a sultry siren, her golden hair hanging 
mysteriously over her face, her deep blue eyes half-closed, her supple young 
body half-revealed . . . and the rest eager to be revealed. As he stood 
staring at her, he was slowly aware of himself once more. Christ.. . what 
the hell difference did it make if he had to try and convince her, or if she 
was already anxious to have him fuck her? The end result was all the same. . 
. . 

But then another thought entered his mind . . . something he had never 
thought about until this very moment. What kind of a woman would be acting 
like this? It could only be a woman who had a great deal of experience. The 
thought scared him. He fell then, into the line of thinking that all to many 
teenagers fall into . . . Could he give her what she wanted from him? It was 
a lot different when he was sure of himself, when it was him making all the 
moves and all the decisions. But now that the tables were turned, almost all 
of his bravado was knocked out of him. He began to feel as though he were 
about to embark on his first fuck . . . his first real fuck. 'I wish I 
hadn't had that last joint,' he thought. 'I could sure use all my thinking 
clear right now.. . . ' 

Cybil was a little confused. What was she doing wrong? she asked herself. 
She had thought that it would be easy, that all she would have to do was 
make herself available to Lars, and he would take her. Could it be possible 
that he still thought of her as a little girl.. . still? She would have to 
do more . . . she would have to prove to him that she was not a little girl. 
. . that she was grown up . . . that she knew what she was doing.. . that 
she wanted him! 

She stepped closer to Lars, and her nearness seemed to set off a wave of 
sensuality which he had been holding back ever since he had seen her. Now 
Cybil's arm was on his shoulder and her touch was the unleashing of all his 
fears and desires. His plan faded, and he was left with the delightful 
reality of what was happening to him. He wasn't in a dream any longer.. . 
this was a dream come true! 

With a low moan, he grabbed her to him, pulling her tightly against her 
chest, and his mouth found hers in a savage grinding kiss, his lips 
caressing hers, his teeth nibbling at their pliant softness, his tongue 
forcing its way between her teeth and uniting with hers. 

Cybil's heart was suddenly pounding a mile a minute. Her courage would have 
been fast fading her, had not her young, tender vagina throbbed so intently 
with the totality of his kiss. She knew the delight of orgasm . . . she had 
brought two on herself. Had she been completely innocent, she would have 
been frightened by the sensations starting in her young virgin body. As it 
was, she knew enough to delight in them, and realize that they would get 
stronger and more pleasurable. She knew she was taking a big step, but she 
could see what her mother was like by not getting what she needed from her 
father. Young Cybil, as much as she loved her mother, did not want to become 
like her. If her mother was willing to put up with not feeling as good as 
she could, that was her business. Cybil was determined that she would try 
anything that would make her feel as nice . . . or better.. . than she could 
make herself feel. 

And she was getting a taste of those sensations right now, as Lars kissed 
and Frenched her. Never had a kiss felt like this . . . so total, so 
wonderful, so arousing, so grown up. Her mouth responded eagerly to his, and 
she delighted in the feeling of her naked breasts pressing against his shirt 
as he held her tightly against. 

Lars, starting to come into control of himself now, took her hand and 
pressed it against the swelling bulge of his crotch, and she allowed him to 
move it up and down against his cloth covered penis. This, her first touch 
of a man's cock, made her feel all the more passionate. He thinks I'm grown 
up, she thought. He wants me to do this. I'm going to become a woman . . . 
and Lars is going to help me. . . . 

She thought back to what she had seen Margaret do, and she did as she 
remembered, fumbling for the zipper of his pants. This is it, she thought to 
herself in her drug.and passion controlled young mind. If I can do this, I 
can do anything. . . . 

With a surge of inner courage, she fished out the virile hardness of his 
growing cock, and circled her fingers around it. Lars moaned into her mouth 
from the incredible touch of her hand on his member, and the lightness of 
her fingers on the palpitating penis sent shudders of explosive pleasure 
coursing through him. He felt different somehow with this young Lolita. When 
he fucked other girls, he would just want to fuck them.. . nothing more. But 
he wanted to do something nice for Cybil. He wanted to act with her in a way 
he had never acted before with any other woman. He really liked her. At 
least, he thought he did. As her slender hands tightened eagerly on his hot 
throbbing cock, at first trembling a little, and then gripping him with more 
self-assuredness, he began to want to spend a great deal of time with her in 
the future. What was it about her, he asked himself, that would cause this 
feeling? Again he wished that his father was around. He would have to talk 
to the older man about the strange feelings blazing away at his mind with 
the same intensity that was burning in his penis. 

Then his hands were feverishly reaching for her swelling, pulsing breasts. 
He could feel her heart beating hard under her smooth supple flesh, and he 
sensed that she might be as frightened as he was confused. Hell. . . Maybe 
this was all new for her; maybe she was forcing herself to be the kind of 
woman she thought he wanted. She deserved something special for that. . . 
respect, if nothing else. He would give her a real good fucking . . . and he 
would be gentle with her. His father had taught him many things, but he was 
acting on his own now. As he cupped her full, rounded spheres in his palms, 
he felt the nubile tightness of her turgid little nipples as they raced to 
hardness between his fingers. She seemed to be straining against him, 
feeding her throbbing hot titties into his care, offering them to him 
without reservation. It was as though she wanted him to teach her those 
things she would have to learn for this moment. His hands slipped into the 
waist band of her jeans and opened them, allowing him to press against the 
firm pliancy of her sides, down to the graceful flare of her small-girl 
hips. As his arms pulled her tight pants and nylon panties down over her 
legs, his fingers dug into the tender flesh of her thighs. He was suddenly 
overwhelmed by a tremendous desire for her, a completely overpowering hunger 
which he had never before known. His indecision was gone, as was the cold 
unconcern with which he was originally going to fuck her. She had proved 
that she was a woman instead of a little girl, and he wanted to show her 
that he was a man instead of a boy! Her hand was still milking at his cock, 
her actions increasing in skill as she practiced her stroking of his penis. 
His lust-inflated rod felt as though it was expanding every second, and 
there was a harsh, dull ache in his balls as his roiling sperm seethed in 
agonized impatience in their dark secret sanctum. 

"Lars . . . " she sighed, searching through her drug and lust controlled 
mind for the words she had never said before, words which would transform 
her from a girl to a woman forever, "your . . . your cock is so large . . . 
so big.. . I want it there . . . between my legs. . . 

The lewd words coming from this young, formerly innocent girl thrilled him 
in a way he had never known before. None of the girls he had fucked had ever 
said anything like that, but he liked it, yes, he liked it! He felt a 
momentary pang of guilt for the first time in his life. Cybil was so young . 
. . what would her mother say if she found out what was happening? What 
would she think after he was finished with her? Could it be that he was 
falling in love with this young girl? 

Cybil felt her courage mounting, fed by the wild licking flames searing 
through her loins. She could do and say anything now. Seeing Margaret and 
Stu only moments before this had taught her the things to say, and the way 
to say them.. . . 

"Oooooohhhhhh, do it to me, Lars . . . now . . . please now . . . put your 
big . . . your big cock up inside me . . . make me a woman. . . . " 

Cybil's incessant pleadings were like magic to Lars. All thoughts of what 
might happen later vanished immediately, and were supplanted firmly by 
lustful thoughts and desires which made their presence felt in every pore 
and nerve ending in his body. He had to have this young, teasing girl, and 
had to have her now, in spite of the fact that she was so young and that he 
could get into a lot of trouble. Nothing mattered now but their two panting, 
desire-ridden bodies and their longing for each other. . . . 

Demented with a lust he had never known to be so strong, Lars gently pulled 
her to the ground, and she quickly slipped her jeans from around her feet, 
offering her body completely naked to his intent gaze. His eyes were glued 
on the hairlessness of her smooth cunt between her teasingly splayed thighs. 
He began to strip off his clothes, almost ripping them from his body in his 
haste to get naked. 

Finally, he was totally unencumbered by clothing, and he threw himself at 
the young girl's waiting body, his mouth falling onto hers once more, and 
uniting in a greedy, knowing kiss. He began to trail his lips down over her 
neck, nipping at the tender flesh down to the upraised peaks of her breasts. 
Eagerly, he enveloped first one, then the other hard berry-like nipple in 
his mouth, titillating the hard little tips with his tongue, drawing gasps 
of pleasure from the supine girl. He showered her quivering body with dozens 
of hot little kisses, endowing her with a passion he had never known to 
exist within him. 

Cybil was awash with wild licking little flames. She had never known 
anything to feel so wonderful before. Fingering herself and massaging her 
own breasts was nothing like this, and in the back of her mind, she made a 
vow to herself. . . she would never again settle for her own hands when she 
could feel so totally blissful with a man. . . . 

Lars brought all his knowledge into play now. His hands raced down the 
length of her soft, delicate inner thighs, peeling the pulsating softness of 
her muscle cords, and then eagerly, he pried them apart, stretching them 
almost unbearably, revealing the nakedness of her tight little pussy. He 
could see the hairless slit in the light filtering through the towering pine 
trees, and he made out the soft pinkness surrounded by the creamy whiteness 
of her flesh, the gentle palpitating of the small, mouth-like orifice, the 
tiny protuberance of her excitedly quivering little clitoris. 

His cock was hard and pounding as he guided it towards her waiting cunt, and 
he gasped from the exquisite contact of the hard rubbery head against the 
fragile tissue of her virginal cuntal split. Slowly, he ran the bulbous head 
up and down the length of her moistened furrow, reveling in this moment, 
savoring every second of it before he would plunge forward and imbed her 
desire-hardened rod in her hot little depths. She was at his mercy now, a 
willing girl, ready for the pleasure he would give her. He could feel the 
hard head being lubricated by her free-flowing vaginal juices, and he could 
feel the tentative nibbling of her trembling flesh as it tried to suck his 
masculinity up inside her young belly like a mysterious, hungry creature of 
the wild. She was instinctively flexing her warm, moist pussy, trying to 
impale it on his poised pole, and Lars gloried in her eagerness for him, 
glad that, for what ever reason, her lust now matched his own. 

Suddenly he was beyond control. He could wait no longer, and he rammed 
forward with a sudden released strength, tearing her hymen from the wildly 
quivering walls of her cunt with a super-human strength, deflowering her, 
making her girl no longer, but a passionate woman at the age of thirteen! 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH . . . STOP . . . OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . ! ! ! " Cybil hadn't 
expected the pain she experienced with the loss of her maidenhood. Her whole 
lower body felt as though a hot sharp poker had been forced between her 
legs. For a moment, there was nothing on her mind but the blinding sheet of 
searing agony. Her mind was scattered in a million different directions, and 
she was certain that her whole life was passing before her eyes. She thought 
she would die from the pain. Everything was concentrated in the inner walls 
of her vagina, and she knew nothing but the blinding torture that comes with 
the loss of virginity. Heedless of her cries, Lars began a slow, deliberate 
fucking motion, the full weight of his body pressing down on hers. 

And them, as quickly as it had come, the pain was gone. In a flash, Cybil 
was no longer writhing in agony, but in lust. She could feel the heated 
walls of her forever stretched cunt flower open and give way to his 
penetrating onslaught, allowing him to race her secret insides. She could 
feel him there! She could feel that he had sunk every inch of his huge, 
engorged penis in her vaginal sheath, and the hard unyielding head was 
pressing against the soft tissue of her cervix! Her hands and fingers had 
never gone so deeply into her pussy, and the fullness delighted her as she 
had never been delighted before! 

"Uuuuuummmmmm . . . " she gasped, as he flexed his inflated rod inside her, 
sending eddies of new and unusual pleasure shooting through her from the 
unaccustomed contact. Slowly, Lars began to pull back, feeling the clinging 
skin of her tight little pussy grasp firmly on his retreating cock, as if 
her body had formed a conspiracy to keep his penis inside it. When just the 
rock-hard head was still imbedded, he fucked forward again, his fingers 
digging into the soft spongy flesh of her little-girl hips, holding her in 
place as his stalwart cock bolted unerringly into the hotly sucking cavern 
of her young cunt. His bloated balls slapped wetly against the tight crevice 
of her ass, and her inner thighs were warm against his hips. 

Without waiting, he established a perfect rhythm, fucking into her with 
long, hard even strokes, sweeping deep and completely into her on the 
downstroke, and withdrawing almost entirely on the out-stroke. 

"Ooohhh . . . Lars . . . " she moaned deliriously, her words coming from 
some part of her mind, "your cock feels so good in my cunt.. . . " 

Her praise gave impetus to his fucking, and he screwed deeply into her, his 
strokes gaining in ferocity and speed. He was once again in control of 
himself, and he was propelled by a driving, relentless desire for this 
ravishing young girl who had offered herself so willingly to him. His lust 
was winding him into a fever pitch which drove him on with a heightened fury 
he would never have believed possible. 

"Mmmmmmmmm . . . I like it.. . I like it. . . love it.. . love it. . . " 
Cybil gasped, and her head was flailing from side to side, her mouth 
half-opened as she went with the feelings searing through her body without a 
thought. Her legs were wrapped around Lars's lower back, locked together at 
the ankles, and her hands were clasping him eagerly by the shoulders, her 
fingers like talons in his flesh. Her full young breasts were jiggling and 
bobbing as she returned, instinctively, thrust for thrust, grinding her 
heated pussy up to afford him greater access to her open little belly, and 
her interior muscle milking voraciously on his withdrawing penis. 

"Ooohhh . . . shit, baby . . . " Lars gasped between his ragged pants, 
"where did you learn how to fuck?" 

He had never experienced anything like it before. The eagerness he found in 
her added to his pleasure, and his delight was all the greater because they 
had done what he wanted in the first place. 

Then, he couldn't hold back any longer. The time had come, and he had to 
shoot the burning load of his cum into the girl's wildly churning cunt. . . 
he just had to! 

And then.. . . 

"Uuuhhh . . . oooooohhhhhh . . . " Cybil couldn't think of what to say . . . 
she had to emit a wail. . . something was going to happen deep within her, 
and the pressure in her young loins was causing an equally violent pressure 
in her lungs, and she screamed out in passion without a thought. . . . 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH.. . ! ! ! " 

Her loins were thrashing about incredibly, almost jerking his blood-filled 
cock right off, as wave after wave of hitherto unknown pleasure surged 
through her. A crimson blush had crept over her body, and her whole body was 
twitching uncontrollably. 

And finally, Lars's own release came too. They were climaxing 
simultaneously, and Lars had never experienced anything like it in his life. 

"Ooohhh.. . Cybil.. . I'm.. . I'm.. . Aaaaaahhhhhhgggggg.. . ! " 

And suddenly, his cock was jerking and gyrating from the force of the rush 
of his sperm from his pendulous balls, squirting along the palpitating tube 
of his penis and jetting out in a hot white stream deep into her hotly 
sucking channel. A continuous stream of the white fluid gushed from his 
bobbing shaft as he continued to pump spasmodically into her, as spasm spasm 
of blinding, convulsing pleasure controlled his body and raised goose bumps 
on his skin, and made his head reel as if he were on a wild, untamed bronco. 

And then, at last, he had emptied the final drop of his seething semen into 
her still quivering young, no longer virgin vagina, and the girl lay still 
beneath him, her breathing came more evenly now. 

Cybil couldn't believe the feelings waving through her body with a fading 
intensity. It was heavenly . . . simply heavenly! So much better than her 
fingers! She could see why her mother would want to feel like this all the 
time, why she would be angry with her husband if he didn't make her feel 
like this. She had had sex! She had made love to a man! She was a woman! 

The thoughts blazed through her mind, making her feel so grown up . . . so 
much older than she had been a day ago. Her friends in school would never 
believe her, but that didn't matter. She knew what had happened to her, and 
if no one wanted to believe it, that was just too bad for them. 

A sudden giddiness hit her as a wave of playfulness washed over her. She 
looked over to where Lars was laying on the ground next to her after he had 
rolled off. Lifting her head from the ground, she asked "You wanna do it 
again?" 

Lars opened his eyes slowly and looked at her, smiling a little as he saw 
her teasing blue eyes. 

"Sure," he said, his voice thick and exhausted. 

Pulling herself from the ground to a standing position, she looked down at 
him. "Then you'll have to catch me," she said, laughing as she ran through 
the woods totally naked. Summoning all his strength, he jumped and followed 
her, and the two of them ran laughing through the woods back down the trail, 
feeling like little children running naked through the forest.. . . 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

He's such a wonderful man, Christa's mind said over and over, the final 
eddies of her incredible orgasm seeming to linger on and on. She was certain 
that she would never stop feeling this way. It was the way she used to feel 
when Frank and she had first been married and he would fuck her every night. 
Those had been such wonderful days, she thought in her lust-dreamy state. He 
would love me, and I would love him, and there was nothing in the world but 
the two of us and we would fuck all the time. . . . 

Slowly, surely, Christa came to her senses, though, and she began to think 
about what had happened. She had been sucked by a man who was not her 
husband. She had cheated on Frank, the very thing she had tried so very hard 
for years not to do. She had willingly submitted to another man's advances. 
But she could not feel guilty. She tried. She knew she should feel bad for 
allowing Cliff to suck her cunt like he had, but she couldn't. She may have 
just cheated on her husband now but he had been cheating on her for years, 
cheating her by not giving her the kind of love she wanted, needed. Why 
should she feel guilty? Why shouldn't she allow a man who cared about her 
make her feel like this? She certainly hadn't given him anything Frank 
wanted. In spite of the arguments she and Frank had had before she had left, 
Frank didn't seem to care if she was alive or dead. All he wanted was 
someone he could point to and say "You're my wife." He wanted a prize . . . 
a toy . . . a trophy to hang on his wall, not a partner to share life with 
him. 

Cliff was different. She could see that. The husky, muscular man wanted 
Christa as happy as he could make her. He seemed to derive an inner 
happiness just from giving her pleasure. She was certain he hadn't orgasmed 
by licking her cunt. His oral stimulation was like a gift to her.. . 
something that she could enjoy to the fullest while he took pleasure in 
giving. She had to do something for him now. She had to show him that she 
understood his feelings for her. 

"I feel.. . I feel wonderful, Cliff," she said, her voice barely above a 
whisper as she finally opened her deep blue eyes and smiled up at him. His 
hand reached out and lightly stroked her smooth, naked shoulder. "I never 
thought another man would be able to do that to me and make me feel so 
good." 

Cliff said nothing. He merely continued to touch her lovingly, soothingly, 
as though he could tell that she was entering new worlds and trying to feel 
her way through them. He hadn't planned on it turning out like this for 
them. In all his years of fucking women right and left, he had never met one 
who effected him the way this blonde wife did. It might be love, he thought. 
I felt love once, when I was a younger man. I thought I was too old for 
something like that, but shit.. . I feel as young as Lars right now. 

His cock, still blood-engorged and throbbing, pulsed with his unfulfilled 
climax, He wanted to fuck her, but he knew that would come in a few 
moments.. . a few hours. . . What he really wanted now was to just let the 
all-but-forgotten feelings flow naturally through his body, the feelings of 
youth revitalized. It was almost as if the last twenty years of his life had 
suddenly been erased from his mind, and he was able to start afresh once 
more. Briefly, he thought of his son and Cybil. . . What was happening to 
the two of them? Did this woman's daughter possess the same strange, 
unexplainable enchantment? If so, would Lars fall victim to it? Would he be 
old enough to understand? 

Cliff wasn't sure. He would certainly have to find out his son's feelings. 
But that was something for later. Right now, at this moment, he wanted to 
share the joy he was feeling with this woman laying naked on the ground next 
to him. 

"You didn't climax, did you?" she asked him, a concerned look on her face. 
"You licked my pussy and gave me a wonderful orgasm, and all the while, I 
wasn't doing anything for you." 

His warm, soothing smile never left his face as he shook his head slowly. 
"No, Chris," he said in a controlled tone. "I wanted to make you feel good. 
You look so wonderful when you're happy." 

Again Christa closed her eyes. She knew what she had to do . . . what she 
wanted to do. She had to give Cliff the same pleasure he had given her. She 
wasn't going to be the same kind of person her husband was . . . selfish and 
unconcerned. 

"I want you to fuck me with your cock, Cliff," she said, her voice betraying 
the rising lust at the thought of having his penis inside her. "I want to 
feel you in me . . . I want your cum in my belly . . . I want your hot, 
scalding sperm flowing through my body . . . I want to give you an orgasm.. 
. . " 

Cliff hesitated, but not out of disbelief or satisfaction that he was 
finally going to get what he wanted. He wanted to linger on the sounds of 
her words, the pleasing tones of her voice, the lovely sight she presented 
to his eyes as she lay in her back in the nude, her ripe, luscious body 
covered with her sweat and passion-juices and glistening in the sunlight 
cascading through the forest. She looked so loving like that. He was held as 
if in a trance by the sensual beauty of her naked body, and he didn't want 
to break the spell. He wanted to enjoy the feelings of his re-born youth 
just a little longer. . . . 

Patiently, Christa lay on the soft bed of pine needles. How could she give 
him the gift of her body in a way that would let him know what she was 
feeling for him? Yes, she wanted him to fuck her with his cock . . . but she 
wanted it in a way she had never had a penis before. She would like to give 
him the gift of her hymen, but that was something that had been taken, and 
then abused. And then she knew! 

"I want to feel your cock in my ass," she said with great deliberateness. "I 
want you to fuck me in my ass, Cliff. I've never been fucked there before. 
It will be like I was a virgin all over again." 

Cliff smiled to himself as he watched her roll over on her stomach and 
spread her legs wide apart, giving him a seductive view of her firm 
half-moons. Then she twisted her head and looked at him. "Now, Cliff," she 
begged. "I want you to. I want your penis in my body. I can't wait another 
minute." 

Next to her, and slightly behind, Cliff gazed at the luscious pear-shaped 
mounds of her buttocks so sensually gleaming at him in her passionate 
offering. His sperm-bloated testicles began pounding harder at the 
lascivious sight, and he wanted to take his wildly throbbing cock and thrust 
it forward into her without further hesitation now. But he curbed his 
impatience, wanting to make her aroused once again. Yes! That was exactly 
what he was going to do. The puckered little rosette of her anus was going 
to be turned into a second vagina. He would show Christa once again that she 
could be happy. He moved from his position and knelt between her thighs, 
spreading them still further as he prepared to make her happy once again. He 
knew it would hurt her a great deal at first, but if she were willing, the 
pain would be over before she even knew it. 

For a few long moments, Cliff moved his long, rigidly thick penis up and 
down the entire length of her shadowy cleft between her wantonly spread 
thighs, feeling her still-damp pussy once again beginning to flow with a hot 
slipperiness. Finally, he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet, loving 
kiss along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her naked body shiver 
as her passion was once again brought to life. 

The sensually petite woman groaned slightly, and her heated flesh shook from 
the moist contact on her loins and back. Her shudders grew more and more 
deliberate as Cliff ran his tongue wetly down her spine and into the fleshy 
crevice between the cheeks of her relaxing ass, continuing on until he 
reached the puckered little brown star of her rectum. Christa tensed her 
body as she felt waves of passion once again flowing through her. She hadn't 
expected that she would feel like this again' so soon, and she was 
delighting in the ability of this man . . . this near stranger to make her 
feel like a total woman. 

Cliff crouched forward, doing everything he knew to make this wonderful 
woman happy. She had been without love for so long that she was like an 
untapped well. He watched with burning eyes as the wetly layered folds of 
her cunt began to part from the outward pressure of his thumbs on her 
buttocks. A slight moisture had already run down the soft insides of her 
smooth hairless thighs as he licked his damply quivering tongue slowly and 
teasingly down the full length of her crevice again, and back up, lapping 
with the same tender loving strokes he had first used on her cunt moments 
ago. Christa felt he buttocks muscles relaxing more, and her warmly clenched 
asscheeks slipped wider and wider apart under his maddening probe. 

The wife had geared her mind to merely giving Cliff the same pleasure he had 
given her before, but not the softness and pleasure she was feeling as the 
powerful man pressed his open mouth hard against the fevered lips of her 
hotly pulsating slit and wormed his tongue far up inside the smooth, fleshy 
folds of her wetly quivering cunt.. . this time from behind. The gentle 
caressing had garnered a tremulous response from her. She sighed and relaxed 
all her straining muscles. How could she not trust this man completely now? 
He was so gentle and so loving.. . as though she were the only reason for 
his existence. She shivered as a wild tingling began building up in 
intensity in her naked, offered backside. Was there no end to the pleasure 
this man was capable of giving? 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . " she moaned, and her softly fleshed buttocks made a 
little grinding movement in the air as she hoisted herself up on her knees, 
making it easier for him to lick at her cunt and ass from behind. His tongue 
was a curling thing once more as it licked far up into her rippling belly. 
He pushed his skilled lips even closer, trying to swallow the whole of her 
proffered flesh, sucking and kissing it while she ground her eagerly 
trembling buttocks around his face. Her mind was once again unable to 
control the spasms of wanton delight which were billowing upwards from her 
uptilted cuntal slit. 

"You really like my mouth, don't you?" he commented, pulling away from her 
slightly. Then, after kissing her cunt from behind one more time, he 
slithered closer to her, and moved his lips to her wet and glistening anal 
opening. 

Christa felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain was 
burning at the endless bliss Cliff was giving her She hadn't even come down 
yet from her first orgasm, and now she could feel the flames of a second. 
The hot coals in net belly were coming to life again, as though Cliffs 
second tonguing were a bucket of gasoline tossed on them. 

Cliff moved forward still closer, slipping as far up between her wide-spread 
trembling thighs as he could go, and then he guided his massively throbbing 
penis forward to gently prod the heatedly blushing cheeks of her ass. They 
felt so warm, so smooth against the now impatiently jerking head of his 
cock. Cliff smiled as he anticipated his release, and then used his thumbs 
to slowly spread the soft white mounds. Christa groaned and braced herself 
for . . . for what? This had never happened to her before, and she wasn't 
sure what to expect. But she had decided that she would trust Cliff, and 
when his fingering dug into her lust-sensitive flesh, she decided that she 
would permit him to do as he willed. 

Cliff gasped in admiration as the little brown star of Christa's anus came 
into full view again. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, using his 
saliva for lubrication, then thrust it experimentally at the puckering anal 
opening. He heard the woman beneath moan loudly as the finger began its 
inexorable pressure against the tight rubbery ring. God, he thought, if 
she's never done this before, she's gonna be tight. He might have to hold 
her to keep her from bucking so wildly that she would throw him off. 

"Aaaaaagggggg . . . ! " she gasped, her eyes wide in pain, as the finger 
slipped in to the first knuckle. She could see what lay in store for her 
now.. . a rush of pain, instantly coming and just as quickly leaving her. 
She could sense that the pain would be intense, a blinding flash in her ass. 
But she could also sense that it would be worth it. His finger felt 
wonderful, now that the pain had flowed away. Think of what his cock will 
feel like, she chanted to herself. Ignore the pain . . . think of the 
pleasure to follow. You can do it. . . you can do it.. . . 

Knowing that he would have to stretch her ass, Cliff began scouring her 
nether passage. He knew that there would be no point in being gentle. The 
pain would exist no matter what he did. His first finger was joined by a 
second, and he could feel the tight, unused walls of her rectum opening. 
Finally satisfied that she was as ready as she would ever by, he began 
stroking his heatedly pulsating cock, then aimed the huge, lust-swollen head 
at the tiny puckered little hole. 

Christa felt the hot throbbing against the opening of her anxiously waiting 
rectum, and then the dull pressure began as Cliffs massively-thick penis 
sought entry. The pressure continued, worsened ten-fold, and then the 
rock-hard head of his cock popped through the slightly stretched sphincter 
of her wetly gripping rectum. 

Christa was suddenly engulfed in a blazing sheet of searing agony. One part 
of her mind told'her to fall forward and remove the intruder from her ass . 
. . but another, stronger part of her mind told her that she could stand it. 
She opened her mouth to scream . . . Her eyes were wide and unseeing. . . 
her whole body was washed with a billowing pain, and her muscles suddenly 
became tight and gripping. Her hands formed little balls, and tears ran down 
from her eyes. The whole world seemed to stand still, and time was a thing 
unknown to her. She felt as though she were being ripped in half from the 
thickness of his cock splitting up into her, and again she opened her mouth 
to scream. But she couldn't make any sound come out. Cliffs hands were 
holding her tightly on her hips, as though he knew she would instinctively 
thrash with the first entry. 

Slowly, steadily, the pain began to subside, though, and Christa was able to 
concentrate on what was happening. She had done it! She had overcome the 
first and only rush of pain, and could feel his cock filling her totally, in 
a way she had never before been filled. It was incredible. She had another 
man's penis in her ass, and she was loving it. She was momentarily held 
mentally transfixed by the wonderfulness of what was happening as Cliff 
started fucking into her with long, deep strokes, his hands tightly holding 
her now relaxing buttocks. She smiled to herself now, the pain fading still 
more, replaced by the full-feeling sensations of Cliff's massive cock in her 
rectum. 

"Gotta fuck back, baby," Cliff said, grunting as he fucked his penis deeper 
and deeper into her rectum. "I could use a little help now." 

Christa complied without hesitation, wanting to have everything Cliff could 
give her. Her fleshy buttocks began to grind in small circles as she 
experimented with moving. This was all still new to her. She noticed that 
her undulations helped stretch her anus all the more, and she let herself 
follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ripely mature buttocks back 
against his hard-driving cock as though glued to it. 

"That's it, Chris," Cliff shouted gleefully. "Now you're learning.. . I knew 
you'd love my cock in your ass." 

"Uuuuuuhhhhhh . . . " Christa mewled, bucking beneath him, the sound muffled 
and indistinct from her face being pressed against the ground. With every 
forward lunge, Cliffs cock filled her rectum and threw her forward. His 
testicles swung against her, the loud slapping sounds seeming to fill the 
whole forest as they hit arousingly against her upturned vaginal slit. 
Christa fucked back then as though he were filling her cunt instead of her 
ass. 

As she did, she found that the pain left her all the more. There was a 
strange, new erotic stimulation now, something familiar, yet different at 
the same time. She was feeling oddly wet between her straining buttocks and 
the heatedly pulsating vaginal lips below. Was it possible? she asked 
herself. Could she be having another orgasm? She was secreting as if she 
were being fucked the only way she had previously known . . . aroused at 
being sodomized. If she hadn't allowed this man to fuck her in the ass, she 
would never had learned of this new and exciting stimulation. Her motions 
thus far had been deliberate and conscious, but each time Cliff thrust a 
rectum-filling jolt into the warm buttery depths of her ass, she found that 
she no longer had to think about what she was doing. Her body was responding 
automatically by squirming back on his long, thick shaft, heaving and 
undulating her buttocks of its own accord, moving in tiny circles of a 
reckless abandon she would never have though possible like this. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . " she groaned in her new found pleasure. It was as 
intense a pleasure as she would have received from a cunt fucking, but 
different in its newness. The jerks of wild delight which fused through her 
every time her illicit lover fucked his rock-hard cock into her wildly 
puckering rectum added to the pleasure she felt from the previous plunge, 
building with every second to where she couldn't think anymore. She could 
only mindlessly enjoy the wonderfully erotic nature of the sensations. 
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yyyeeessssss!" She couldn't halt the frothing excitement 
which was reaching through this new and delightful arousal of muscle and 
flesh, and she began mumbling unintelligibly as she wiggled back 
salaciously, still not understanding why her body was reacting like this, 
but no longer caring. If anyone had told her that being fucked in the ass 
like this could produce such a wonderfully total reaction, she would have 
said they were crazy. Now, she couldn't think at all. All thoughts of her 
husband, her daughter, everything, once again vanished from her mind, and 
she was left with nothing but the heavenly feeling of Cliff Bova's penis 
fucking in and out of her willing rectum, bringing her closer and closer to 
an orgasm she hadn't counted on. 

* * * 

Running through the woods, totally naked and barefoot, Cybil occasionally 
looked behind her, laughing as she saw Lars playfully following her. 

She was still stoned enough to think she was in some sort of dream where the 
both of them were moving in slow motion through the forest downward closer 
and closer toward the ranch. Cybil would hide behind a tree and watch Lars 
creeping up, and then jump out in the open, her naked legs spread, her hands 
on her hips, her head thrown back. 

"You gotta catch me," she teased. "If you want to fuck me again, you gotta 
catch me . . . " And then she would be off again, her lithe body weaving 
through the towering pines. Lars would lose track of her, and she would have 
to wait until he was getting close to her before she could reveal her 
position. As they came closer to the ranch, it became harder and harder for 
Cybil to find a hiding place, and she knew that she would soon let Lars 
catch her. She was becoming aroused again, and she could see that Lars was 
as well. Even as he ran through the trees, his cock remained hard and erect. 
Her running and his chasing had brought the two of them in a huge circle, 
and Cybil, as she hid behind a Douglas fir, noticed that there was a small 
clearing off to the left. She chuckled to herself as she thought that she 
would lead Lars there and have him fuck her again. 

Turning her gaze back into the forest, she could see her new boyfriend 
looking this way and that, trying to find her contrasting cream-white flesh 
against the gray-brown of the tree bark. He was way off, and the thought 
that she was about to have him once again made her feel all the more aroused 
and playful. She could feel her young vagina already seeping her lubricating 
fluids as she thought of his cock ramming up between her legs, making her 
feel as happy as she could imagine. 

Nope, she thought, her pretty little face split with a wide grin. He doesn't 
see me. Some outdoorsman. Can't even follow a person through the woods. 
Panting with her exertion, she moved from behind the tree. "Over here, 
Lars," she called, waving her arms high above her head. She saw the boy 
smile and start to come toward her, and then she took off toward the small 
clearing she had seen, her full breasts bouncing like melons against her 
chest. As she ran and walked quickly through the final bit of the forest, 
she turned her head back and noticed that Lars was gaining on her. That was 
good. She wouldn't be able to keep up this game much longer.. . and she 
didn't want to. She wanted to feel nice again. She wanted to make Lars feel 
nice again. 

She turned back to see where she was running and finally broke through the 
trees.. . and stopped dead in her tracks! 

There were two people in the clearing . . . two naked people! They were 
about fifteen feet away! A man and a woman! Naked! 

"Gotcha!" Lars said as he came up behind her and wrapped his muscled arms 
around her slim, tapered waist. 

Sssssshhhhhh.. . " Cybil said, not taking her eyes off the couple in the 
clearing. She couldn't make them out, but it looked like they were doing 
something like what she and Lars had done. The man's long penis was going in 
and coming out of the woman's . . . the woman's behind! Cybil's body started 
to go limp, and she would have fallen to the ground, had not Lars been 
holding her around her waist. The young girl's face frowned as she tried to 
comprehend what she was seeing. The man was . . . fucking. . . the woman in 
the . . . in the ass! Was such a thing possible? she wondered, squinting her 
eyes to make sure she was seeing correctly. She felt funny, embarrassed, 
that she had come on them, but she was held . . . the same way she was held 
when she had watched her mother the night before . . . the same way she was 
held when she had watched Margaret and Stu. 

Lars, too, was held, fascinated by the wild spectacle being acted out in 
front of him. But he was more in control of himself. He'd seen his father do 
things like this before. In his stoned condition, he noticed that there was 
something familiar about the man . . . and the woman. The angle he was 
viewing them from, though, made it difficult to see. Taking a few short 
steps away from the naked Cybil, Lars squinted his eyes as well. And then he 
broke out into a huge grin. Yeah . . . yeah . . . no wonder the man looked 
so familiar. That was his father! And the woman . . . Lars recognized her 
all right, now that he could see her finely featured face and the full, 
golden hair that looked as shimmering as Cybil's. Lars came back behind the 
gaping young thirteen year old and whispered in her ear. "Don't you 
recognize them?" he asked. "That's my father . . . and your mother." 

Cybil stiffened her body as her mouth dropped to the ground. Yes! It was 
true. Her mother was resting on the ground, her behind waving as Mr. Bova 
banged his hips against her fanny cheek! 

The young girl couldn't collect her thoughts! This was totally different 
than when she had seen her mother fingering herself in the cabin. A man was 
. . . was . . . fucking her . . . a man she wasn't married to! Cybil thought 
of all the things her mother had taught her about marriage, and even though 
she had just recently decided that they were all wrong, she was still in the 
shocking grip of seeing her mother like this. The young girl had thought 
that maybe married people couldn't do this with other people. It was 
something her mother had told her over and over again. That was why she 
stayed with Cybil's father. Her mother said that when she married, it was 
for life. Had she been lying? Had she changed her mind? 

Lars and Cybil walked to the wildly writhing couple in the clearing, the 
children moving as one, each lost in their own conflicting thoughts. Lars 
felt a returning of his old self. He was really proud of his father. His dad 
was really giving it to Cybil's mother . . . just like he had given it to 
that tight young virgin less than half an hour ago. Lars had seen his father 
sodomizing women before, but none of them looked like they enjoyed it as 
much as Cybil's mother was right now. Look at her go! Jesus . . . it looked 
like someone had wired her up to the ranch generator and was feeding a 
million volts through her. She's really shaking that ass of hers like 
there's no tomorrow. Leave it to Dad to really make a woman feel good . . . 
even if she didn't want to before. All it takes is a little patience . . . 
and a little work! 

But even as this thought passed through his mind, another thought entered 
and began to replace it. He shot a quick glance to Cybil, and noticed that 
she was looking at her mother and his father as though she were seeing the 
most horrible thing possible, and the dark-haired boy suddenly felt sorry 
for her. The feelings he had started having for Cybil were returning, and he 
wondered what he could tell her. This was exactly what he and his father had 
planned the night before, but somehow, it didn't seem right any more. In a 
short time, Lars had grown very, very fond of Cybil, and even though his 
father may still be acting according to their plan, Lars had changed. He 
wanted Cybil to like him, and after seeing what his father was doing to her 
mother, he doubted that she would ever talk to him again. Lars was actually 
hurt by his father's ass-fucking. He had to tell Cybil that he had no part 
of this . . . that what had happened between the two of them was not the 
same as what was happening between her mother and his father. 

Lars couldn't have been more wrong in his thinking, though. Cybil wasn't 
shocked by what she was watching. Once her surprise had worn off, the 
astonishment she had felt by seeing these two people in the first place and 
then learning who they were, she found that she was . . . aroused! Wildly 
aroused! The churning she had felt in her tender young vagina all the while 
she had been running through the forest with Lars was increased by the sight 
of her mother's fucking. She was as aroused now as she had been the night 
before. She stared at the lewd scene. Once again, her mother was so wrapped 
up in what she was doing that she didn't notice she was being watched. 
Neither did Mr. Bova. It was as if Cybil and Lars had walked into another 
world . . . a very passionate, sensually arousing place where the only 
meaning of life was sexual fulfillment. The thinking that Cybil had done 
moments before, when she finally discovered for herself the meaning of sex, 
was being manifested before her very eyes. Her mother was happy. Young Cybil 
could see that. Her mother was feeling as nice as she had felt when she let 
Lars do this thing to her . . . and Mr. Bova was making her feel like that. 
That must mean that Mr. Bova was a good man, just like Cybil had thought all 
along. 

And there was another thing running through Cybil's mind at the same time. 
Shooting a sidelong glance at the wide-eyed Lars, Cybil remembered Margaret 
and Stu, how they had done this . . . or something like this . . . for all 
to see, heedless that anyone was watching. The passion Cybil had felt for 
her mother the night before was making itself felt more and more. The young 
girl thought quickly, her still-drugged controlled mind racing with thoughts 
that almost fit. Margaret had sucked on Stu's penis . . . Lars's penis 
between her legs had made her feel good . . . her own hands between her legs 
made her feel good . . . what would a mouth feel like there . . . on her 
cunt? Her mother was such a lovely person. . . could she? WOULD SHE?? ? WAS 
SOMETHING LIKE THAT POSSIBLE??? WHAT WOULD HER MOTHER THINK IF . . . IF . . 
. ? ? ? 

Cybil tightened her whole body as she tried to find the courage to do what 
she knew she had to do. Walking away from Lars, Cybil positioned herself at 
her mother's head, looking down at the older woman's thrashing blonde hair. 
. . . 

"Mother?" she said softly. "It's me. . . Cybil. . . . " 

Christa opened her eyes as she heard the sweetly innocent voice of her 
daughter. At first she stiffened, her ass halting its salacious motions 
against Cliffs hard driving cock behind her. C. . . Cybil. . . " her mother 
panted, trying to think of what she could say. Her daughter was naked! Her 
daughter was naked and was watching Cliff fuck her in the ass! Twisting her 
head, she saw Lars standing a few feet away . . . as naked as her daughter! 
THAT COULD ONLY MEAN ONE THING!! ! HER DAUGHTER.. . LARS.. . NAKED . . . ! ! 
! IN THE WOODS . . . WATCHING HER AND CLIFF . . . FUCKING . . . OH GOD!! ! 
DEAR GOD!! ! WHAT WOULD SHE TELL HER DAUGHTER?? ? HOW COULD SHE EXPLAIN?? ? 

Christa's whole world seemed to fall in around her. Her thirteen year 
daughter, naked as the day she was born and watching her being fucked in the 
ass by a man who was not her husband! 

"Mother . . . I'm not a virgin anymore," Cybil said softly, bending down. 

"Cybil.. . Cybil.. . I.. . I.. . " Christa couldn't find the words to 
describe her feelings of sheer embarrassment and passion combined. Dear God! 
What was happening? What could a mother say?? ? 

"Mother.. . I.. . I don't care what Mr. Bova is doing to you," Cybil said, 
feeling her courage mounting as it had when she had asked Lars to fuck her. 
"I . . . I know what it feels like, and I know that Daddy never made you 
feel like that." 

Christa couldn't believe her ears! Was it possible that her daughter was 
more grown up that she could have possibly imagined? It certainly looked 
that way. 

Behind the mother, Cliff gave an impatient lurch of his cock in her ass. 

"Come on, lover," he said, pulling her hips against him. "You and your 
daughter can talk later." 

In spite of herself, Christa smiled. She never dreamed she wouldn't mind 
having her daughter watching while she was fucked like this. Somehow, 
though, it all seemed natural out here, having her daughter watching while 
she was fucked like this. Somehow, though, it all seemed natural out here, 
having her daughter watch while she was being sodomized. Once again, she 
could feel the waves of bliss sweeping through her body, and she closed her 
eyes, fucking back against Cliffs incessant cock. 

"Mother . . . I want you to lick my cunt," Cybil said, seeing that she was 
losing her mother's attention. It was what she had wanted all along, after 
she had come over to talk to her mother. She would have liked to talk to her 
mother about it before she asked, but the words simply blurted out, and once 
they were said, there was no taking them back. 

Again, Christa stopped her fucking motions, and she looked at her daughter 
with wide, completely surprised eyes. 

"You . . . you what?" she gasped, ignoring the sharp pulls Cliff was making 
on her hips. 

"I.. . I want you to lick me . . . there . . . between my legs . . . I want 
you to make me feel good . . . just like Mr. Bova is making you feel good." 

Cybil looked at her mother with determination in her eyes. The young girl 
had never heard of lesbianism. As far as Cybil was concerned, if something 
felt good, it should be done. She had learned so many things in the last few 
days that she decided it wouldn't hurt to learn something different now. 

Christa, though, was totally shocked. To actually do something like that to 
another woman . . . to her own daughter!! ! It had never entered her mind. 
It didn't seem right. She hadn't raised her daughter to be some sort of 
pervert, and she herself certainly wasn't one! 

Behind her, Cliff could sense what was going on in Christa's mind. The sight 
of mother and daughter naked in front of him, their two lusciously, sensual 
bodies blatantly displayed to his eyes was making his testicles boil with a 
gathering flood of sperm that would have to be taken care of. 

"Why not, Chris?" he asked finally. "If you've got something against feeling 
good, I'll pull my cock out of you right away." 

Everything was happening a little too fast for Christa, especially when 
Cybil squealed with delight and began to lower her body and spread her legs, 
engulfing her mother's lustfully contorted face with the smooth suppleness 
of her young, slim thighs. Suddenly, Christa's perspiring face was being 
touched by Cybil's soft, wet, hairless mass of cuntal flesh. Christa tried 
to pull her face away, but Cliff, sensing that once she got going she would 
like it, held her tight, and Christa had no alternative but to allow her 
daughter to do what she wanted! 

Cybil squirmed on her back, opening her thighs by pressing the soles of her 
feet together and dropping her knees to either side. Christa's eyes stared 
at the smooth, glistening slit of her daughter's young vagina. It was 
grasping, eager, demanding to be licked, just as Christa's own vagina had 
been licked by Cliff moments ago! 

For a moment, Christa was too shocked by her daughter's insistence to know 
what to do, and then, instinctively, her tongue shot out, and she tasted the 
warm piquant juice of her daughter's eagerly throbbing young cunt. Christa's 
hands reached up under her daughter's slender thighs, her fingers digging 
into her hairless cuntal lips. My daughter. . . my loving daughter, Christa 
thought as her tongue set to work diligently on the throbbing pink flesh 
rimming her nose and mouth. With a sigh of relief, Cliff once again began 
fucking the lovely mother in her ass again shooting tidal waves of pleasure 
up the length of her body, and she in turn began to transmit the wild 
sodomizing from behind to a new goal, to the searing demanding flesh of her 
daughter's wanting needing vagina. 

Christa licked and sucked blindly at the now wildly grinding pussy in front 
of her, tasting the flowing lubrication, slapping and darting her tongue in 
a new-found ecstasy of oral stimulation. She would never have thought that 
her daughter was old enough for anything but the most casual of dates with 
boys her own age, but she could see that she was wrong, just as she had been 
wrong about so many other things. She could see the swelling tip of her 
daughter's little clitoris as it nestled between her thin protective vaginal 
lips. She discovered the small star-like hole guarding the vaginal entrance 
and plunged her tongue into it, making her daughter scream with delight. She 
swept her tongue along the full length of Cybil's crotch, diving into her 
wet folds, traveling lewdly into her softly waving hairless cunt. 

Lingering over the tiny red tip of her young daughters wildly excited 
clitoris, she grasped it with a growing skill between her teeth and teased 
it, swirling around and around with her warm, wet tongue. She was actually 
reveling in her new-found pleasure, the strange delight of giving her 
daughter this excitement. She heard Cybil sighing blissfully in front of her 
and she continued to lick and suck at her tender flesh. It tasted good . . . 
surprisingly good. It was incredible the feelings that were engendered in 
her by being fucked in the ass by Cliff while she, herself, slavered at her 
daughter's tender young vagina. She was enmeshed in a wild, thrilling naked 
trio of passionately writhing bodies and she loved it! 

She kissed and licked and slathered in her daughter's warmly scented pussy, 
feeling the soft quivering flanges of her cunt flesh ring her nose and 
mouth, feeling the excited throbbing walls of her vagina close around her 
probing tongue, feeling her smooth thighs encase her bobbing head, clamping 
there as Cybil extended her thighs and locked her legs at her ankles. She 
forced her mother's tongue deeper and deeper into the elastic opening by 
thrusting her naked, young vagina up against her mother's mouth with 
increasing frenzy and a steady rhythm. 

Both women were panting heavily, Cybil openly, Christa muffled by the 
enveloping thighs of her daughter. They were madly increasing momentum, a 
headlong velocity charged their fierce movements, and together, mother and 
daughter felt the gathering, swelling energy of approaching orgasm. Behind, 
Cliff grunted and panted as his cock plunged deep into the once-again moving 
ass of Christa Lamer, and he too, was approaching his orgasm. 

Off to one side, the naked Lars watched everything with a mounting interest. 
He couldn't understand what was happening between mother and daughter, but 
he liked it for some reason. He could tell that Mrs. Lamer had accepted what 
happened to her daughter, and she didn't mind. He could sense that something 
had happened to his own father. . . that the older man, like himself, had 
come under the spell of Cybil's mother. Their plan to merely fuck these two 
women was no longer in play. Something else had taken hold . . . something 
stronger than lust. Lars's cock was throbbing with a wild, painful 
excitement as he watched young Cybil's cunt being sucked by her mother, 
while Mrs. Lamer was being fucked in the ass by his father. It was the most 
incredible trio Lars had ever seen, and he wanted to become a part of it. He 
wanted to join in on what looked like a new family forming. Stroking his 
massively pulsing penis almost mindlessly, he walked toward Cybil, who was 
laying flat on her back, lost in the throes of her passion as her mother 
licked and slavered at her quivering cunt. And then he knew!! ! 

Stepping over Cybil with one leg, he looked down at her lust-contorted, 
pretty little face. Her mouth was was gaping open and she took in deep 
lungfuls of air. 

"Cybil," he said, kneeling down, his blood-distended penis throbbing like a 
thing alive in his right hand, "I want you to have my cock again. I want you 
to suck it. Do you think you could do that for me?" 

Lars was surprised by what he was saying. It was the first time he had ever 
asked a woman to suck his penis. He had always told them to do it. But he 
felt differently about Cybil than he had about all the others. He wanted her 
to want him . . . wanted her to want his penis in her mouth. 

The young blonde girl opened her eyes and saw the purplish throbbing head of 
Lars's cock nearly touching her mouth. As little as a day ago, she would 
never even have dreamed of such a thing, but after seeing Margaret and Stu 
in the woods, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to the 
thirteen year old blonde girl. She could see every vein, every stray wisp of 
Lars's jet-black pubic hair around the bloated shaft. As she stared with a 
fascinated amazement at the corpulent penis, she could sense the heated 
aroma of masculinity wafting against her small, pert nose. It was highly 
arousing, and as her mother below her licked her hot wet tongue over her 
quivering clitoris, the young girl opened her mouth with a great gasp, 
seeing his chance, Lars flicked his hips forward, fucking his enormous, 
erect penis between her now widely ovaled lips, pushing it slowly, slowly 
deep inside the warm wet saliva of her mouth until Cybil thought she would 
choke on it. 

It was as instantly wonderful to Cybil as his penis in her cunt had been 
earlier. She was losing her virginity again! She was being fucked twice in 
the same day. She had had a cock in her cunt, and now she had that very same 
cock in her mouth, delighting on the same taste she knew Margaret had had. 

Her jaw was being stretched open almost painfully. She never thought she 
would be able to take the whole throbbing penis into her mouth, but Lars had 
known better. She began to establish a regular pattern to her breathing, 
taking in a huge mouthful of air as Lars pulled back on the out-stroke, and 
shivering as she exhaled through her nose as the mammoth cock drove into 
her, pressing against the back of her throat on the in-stroke, while below 
her, between her wide-spread thighs, her mother continued licking and 
sucking with increased fever. 

Cliff was panting and moaning now, his body sweating, tense and alive with 
excitement. The sight of mother sucking daughter and his own son being 
sucked by the lovely young Cybil increased his driving passion, and he 
quickened his tempo, plunging his swollen penis still deeper into Christa's 
heaving, shuddering anal passage! He fucked back and forth, driven now with 
wild, unimaginable sensuality, and Christa received his iron blows with a 
gasping ecstasy. She was caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of 
excitement. She felt the extraordinary thrills surging through her loins, 
her body steaming with heightened passion. Her mind was divided into two 
parts, one concentration on the anal fucking she was receiving from Cliff, 
and the other focusing on the vagina of her daughter thrust wantonly, 
tightly against her face. 

The first part told her that she was about to cum. Her whole body began to 
buck and jerk with a mounting excitement that threatened to explode, only to 
become still more and more intense. Her vagina was tingling . . . burning 
with the flames of her lust, and each inward plunge of Cliffs incredible, 
thick cock was like the addition of a fuel to the blazing inferno searing 
through her cunt. Finally, she was there. She just knew it! Her passion had 
reached the point beyond which it was humanly impossible to go. She opened 
her mouth and screamed out her orgasm into the gaping orifice of her 
daughter's quivering vagina pressed tightly against her face. 

"Oooooommmmmmpppppphhhhhh . . . " she moaned, and then, unable to control 
her body movements, she pulled her mouth away from Cybil's cunt, breaking 
the delightful contact as she wailed out, "I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!! ! " 

As she cried out, Cliff felt his body begin to respond to her mounting 
orgasm. He could feel the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his 
throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He 
was cumming too! 

"AAAGGGHHH!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his mighty load 
like a cannon into her hot steaming anus. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . BBBAAABBBBBBEEEEEE!" 

He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged prick shot the 
torrent of white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging 
river enter her like lava, streaming through her loins and seeming to spread 
out through her entire exploding body. On and on it came, a seemingly never 
ending rocket-load of turbulent jism. He could feel it streaming through his 
long, thick rod and gushing through the charged rubbery head. He felt wildly 
excited, shooting his turbulent cum into the lust-shuddering ass of Christa. 
An ancient primitive exalation consumed him as he released his white, 
boiling sperm into her anal passage. 

"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnn . . . " Christa moaned, once again placing her mouth 
tightly against her daughter's glistening vagina, The blonde mother could 
feel Cliffs cock begin to shrivel, and finally fall out of her rectum. She 
felt his body slump to the ground next to her, and she heard his exhausted 
panting as he watched the wild trio of Christa, Cybil and Lars still engaged 
in their own passions. 

No longer needing to concentrate on the penis reaming through her ass, 
Christa was able to bring all her attention to her daughter's hairless 
pussy. Able to move with greater ease, Christa opened her mouth still wider, 
moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit, and began 
to orally fuck her daughter in earnest, sliding her hot, wet tongue far up 
into Cybil's excitedly dilated vagina, reveling in the muffled whimpers the 
young girl made as she swirled and licked her tongue around the velvet-like 
interior of the pulsing cuntal lips. Christa brought her hands up, slipping 
them beneath Cybil's thighs. The whole of her young daughter's vaginal plane 
was open in naked abandonment to her mother's churning face, and then 
Christa cupped her daughter's buttocks with gentle hands, fingers kneading 
the quivering flesh as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into the 
searing liquid depths of Cybil's cunt. 

The young girl writhed and moaned against the jerking shaft of Lars's penis 
in her mouth, the gentle probing of her mother's tongue up into her 
passion-warmed vagina bringing her as much pleasure as sucking and licking 
on Lars's cock. She tried to enjoy both new pleasures at once, undulating 
her hips against her mother's face while Lars began to fuck with increasing 
rhythm in and out of her tightly stretched lips. As her mother's tongue 
moved with a blurring speed through the moist lips of her vagina, Cybil 
delighted in the wanton joy of accepting and responding to the relentless 
slithering in and out of Lars's swollen penis in her mouth. With little 
spasms of delight, she began to run her tongue shamelessly back and forth 
over the now slickly glistening surface of the teenager's penis, stopping to 
tease at the tiny slit in the blood-engorged head, to lick and taste 
hungrily at the warm droplets of viscous pre-cum that oozed forth. 

Eyes closed, mouth ovaled wide and hips bucking and thrashing against the 
desperate mouth of her mother licking her cunt below, Cybil gave herself up 
to the overwhelming joy and pleasure of the moment. She was sucking a cock, 
she thought. She was actually sucking a cock while her mother licked and 
sucked her vagina. Her body spasmed sporadically, consumed by a searing 
passion, little flames licking over her skin, tightening her belly, bringing 
her closer and closer to that point she had only known with her fingers 
until today. Her body strained and twisted on the ground, her mouth muffling 
the sounds of her young list, and she moved her hands down to tangle her 
fingers tightly in her mothers long, golden hair, pulling her as tightly as 
she could against the seething inferno of her loins. 

Christa's tongue was a pistoning thing, a female penis flashing deep and 
hard up into her daughter's wet, hot, clasping vagina. Faster and faster her 
burning tongue flashed into Cybil's cunt, and she delighted in tasting the 
now freely-flowing juices of another woman's vagina, the sweetness of them 
made all the more sweet because that other woman was her daughter. 

Cybil's cheeks contracted, tightened around the thick, turgid cock that 
drubbed in and out of her tightly locked lips like a cylinder of an 
automobile engine. Then, above her lust-contorted face, Lars began to jerk, 
suddenly, in his own spasm of intense pleasure, and the white hot sperm 
spilled from his inflated balls to squirt the length of his thrusting, 
pulsing rod. Cybil struggled desperately to swallow every precious drop of 
the whitely searing liquid, her tongue spiraling and swirling around the 
penis as she licked voraciously and wildly at the last vestige of Lars's 
heavily draining seminal fluid. Still half crazed with her insane passion, 
Cybil clung possessively with her lips to the now deflating organ, trying 
desperately to prolong this oral ecstasy. 

At last, though, Lars removed his cock from her tightly clasping mouth, 
trailing a thin strand of glistening sperm across the twin white mounds of 
her snowy breasts. He rolled off her body and lay on the ground next to his 
father, the two men panting as they fought to catch their breaths. 

It was mother and daughter now, the older woman giving the younger girl an 
orgasm neither of them would ever forget for as long as they lived. 
Christa's tongue continued to swirl and flick lewdly around the moistly 
sucking softness of Cybil's pulsing lips, and the young girl's cries of 
animal pleasure, loudly emitted now that her mouth was empty of Lars's cock, 
grew louder and louder in response. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Cybil's 
passion-drugged, brain screamed over and over again, her buttocks jerking 
and spasming frantically beneath her mother's madly plunging tongue. She was 
going to . . . cum . . . that was the word! She was going to cum soon . . . 
She could feel the pressure building and building and building.. . . 

Christa's own brain was a bubbling cauldron of lust as she sank her tongue 
deeper and deeper into the wildly waving vagina of her daughter. She could 
feel another orgasm building in her own loins, and she reached up between 
her legs to insert her middle finger in her once again ignited cunt, 
flailing her digit faster and faster over her once again palpitating 
clitoris, down into her own wetly flowing pussy. Cybil writhed and squirmed 
beneath the insane licking until she was certain she would lose her mind 
from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her naked loins and quivering little 
belly. Her head thrashed from side to side on the ground, her long blonde 
hair churning in the sunlight filtering through the trees, grinding her 
seething loins hard up into her mother's face and tongue. She felt the 
gathering waves of her orgasm rising . . . the waves she had come to know 
only superficially before today . . . before this wonderful day . . . the 
day she became a woman . . . the waves she had only brought on herself 
before she had met Lars. And then the waves were cresting. . . and cresting. 
. . . 

And then she was there. . . . ! 

For the second time in a matter of;hours, she was cumming! 

A deep, half-human scream erupted from the young girl's throat and she 
locked her hands as tightly as she could into her mother's hair, drawing her 
passionate mother up between her legs with all her young might. It no longer 
mattered that she was doing this in front of other people. She was aware of 
only one thing . . . the juices flowing from her wide-spread cunt, 
inundating her petite mother's mouth and tongue, flowing down along Cybil's 
trembling anal crease to pool in fragrant stickiness on the bed of pine 
needles. She screamed again . . . and again, and Christa sucked and licked 
and burrowed and then she, too, was screaming out her orgasm, howling up 
into her daughter's frantically clutching pussy as her middle finger rubbed 
insanely on her throbbing clitoris and sent her entire body oscillating with 
wave after wave of surging cum. Christa would never have believed she could 
have a third orgasm so soon after the first.. . and second. But it was true. 
She was having her third orgasm of the day. Her whole body was an untapped 
river of her liquid passion, set free by the sucking and ass-fucking Cliff 
had given her, and the cunt-licking she was giving her daughter . . . her 
lovely daughter . . . her wonderful, loving daughter. 

Then, at long last, both girls collapsed as their driving climaxes ebbed. 
Cybil emitted a long, exhausted, totally satiated sigh, her head lolling to 
one side, her eyes closed, her brain refusing to comprehend anything except 
the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her body now. She released her 
mother's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her head from 
between her feverishly tightened legs. 

The young mother lifted herself onto her knees, smiling lovingly down at her 
daughter, the juices of Cybil's orgasm making her face and mouth glisten in 
the warm noontime sun. She couldn't believe it. It was just too good to be 
true! To lick and suck your own daughter . . . To be fucked in the ass by a 
near-stranger.. . to watch while your daughter licked a man's penis, 
everything seemed so unreal to Christa. As she lowered her body limply to 
the ground against Cliff, she wondered what would lay in store for her. What 
ever it was, though, she knew her life with Frank would never be the same. 
She could. never go back to the type of life she had been leading with him 
before. 

Cliff opened his eyes and smiled over the other three people. 

"I'd say that little daughter of yours has come a long way in a short time," 
he commented. 

"Wisdom comes from the mouth of babes," Christa said. Then she closed her 
eyes and drifted to sleep. . . . 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Leaning against the four-by-eight supporting the small front porch of the 
old, solidly built cabin, Christa waved to Cybil and Cliff as they took off 
toward the rising hill some mile and a half away. It'll be good for Cybil to 
see how an older man fucks, the mother thought. Most of the young girl's 
time had been spent with Lars since the four of them had moved to a small 
cabin Cliff bought. 

As she stood, watching Cliff put his powerful arm around her daughter and 
walked slowly with her through the meadow in front of their completely 
secluded house, Christa allowed her mind to drift back to the strange phone 
call she had had with Frank following the incredible orgy she, Lars, Cliff, 
and Cybil had in the woods. She could remember everything the two of them 
had said virtually word for word. 

When she had returned to her cabin late that afternoon, she had done some 
deep soul searching, and she and her daughter had talked over the day's 
events, the two of them coming to the same conclusion: since Frank was 
Christa's husband, he deserved another chance . . . but only one more. She 
had called him at home, long distance from the broken L determined that she 
was not going to put up with anything from him any longer. At first, when he 
answered the phone, he had sounded happy to hear from her, and for a few 
moments, the two of them exchanged pleasant, if superficial words. Then, 
Christa put her foot down. 

"Frank," she had said, "I want to know if you . intend to ever-fuck me 
again." 

For a moment there was a long silence at the other end, and then, Frank had 
said, "What kind of a question is that to ask me?" 

"It's the most important question," she had answered. "It's the question I 
should have asked you years ago, but I'm asking you now. Are you ever going 
to fuck me?" 

At first, it didn't seem as though Frank was taking her seriously, but she 
stood her ground, even though she could sense he was getting angry. "I'm 
tired of living the life of a nun," she had told him. "If you're not going 
to do something about it, then I'll find someone who will. . . . ! " 

"I didn't marry you because I wanted a slut," he had answered, his voice 
evidently strained. "I married you because I wanted a wife and a mother to 
my children." 

"Is that the last thing you have to say?" she asked, hoping, praying that it 
was. 

"I think living out there in the woods had turned your brain a little soft," 
he said, his voice a mixture of compassion and condescension. "Why don't you 
come home where you belong and be a wife and mother again?" 

"Sorry, Frank," she had said quickly. "I have better things to do." 

And then she had hung up on him, never to speak to him or see him again. 
After she had finished on the phone, she walked next door to Cliff s and 
Lars's cabin and told them what she had done. 

"Well now," Cliff had said, smiling happily. "I guess that pretty much 
settles it. We'd better get out of here. He's likely to try and make 
trouble." 

Although Christa really doubted that Frank would try anything, she 
nevertheless decided that Cliff was right, and she, along with her daughter, 
Cliff and Lars, had checked out of the Broken L 

Dude Ranch that afternoon, first going to Denver, to stay a while at Cliffs 
home there. 

Then Cliff had come up with an idea which pleased everyone. As long as 
Christa and Cybil were so in love with the great outdoors, why didn't the 
four of them take a cabin in one of the isolated hills in southern Colorado. 
The tall, handsome man knew of a little place for sale, and it could be 
fixed to house the four of them very comfortably. It wouldn't take very much 
money, he'd explained. 

"Oh, could we mom?" Cybil had pleaded. "The four of us could live in the 
hills and fuck each other all the time. It would be so wonderful. You and I 
could lick each other's cunts, and Lars and Cliff could make love to us. . . 
we would never get tired.. . . " 

Christa couldn't contain her laughing at Cybil's obvious enthusiasm. "What 
about your job, Cliff?" she'd asked, frowning slightly. 

"Awwwwww, piss on the job," he'd answered. "I've been working all my life. 
It's time I took a rest.. . a long rest. I've got enough money saved up for 
the four of us to live like royalty." 

It hadn't taken Christa very long to make up her mind. The thought of living 
with Cliff, Lars and her daughter sounded too good to be true. 

"Well, then . . . I'm willing to give it a try," she said. 

"What the hell.. . the two of us can teach Lars and Cybil anything they 
would learn in school.. . and a good deal more," Cliff had said. . . . 

Now, as the lovely blonde woman watched the shrinking forms of her daughter 
and Cliff, she had to smile. Everything had worked out better than she would 
have dared to imagine. Cybil didn't seem to miss her native Chicago any more 
than the mother did, and neither one of them even thought about Frank. It 
was heaven . . . or at least so close that the difference was hardly 
noticeable. None of the four of them seemed to see any end in sight to 
enjoyment of sex. The four of them would often sleep in the same bed, 
recreating over and over again the first time they had all fucked in the 
woods outside the ranch. 

"Thinking about Chicago, Mrs. Lamer?" 

The soothing sound of Lars's voice brought her out of the trance she had 
been in. 

"Hardly," she said, smiling into his deep black eyes. Even though she was 
wearing jeans, her work shirt was open, and the motion she made as she 
turned around revealed her full, free breasts to Lars's noticing eyes. Cybil 
and Lars rarely wore clothes out in the wilds here, though for her hike, 
Cybil had dressed . . . only for protection. Lars, however, was totally 
naked. Christa wondered if there would come a time when she wouldn't bother 
dressing. Having to remove clothes wasted so much time. She gathered that 
someday. . . someday soon, she and Cliff would be as free as Cybil and 
Lars." I was just thinking about how lovely it is here," she continued. "And 
I've told you . . . .my name is Christa . . . Chris." She smiled 
seductively, her eyes traveling down Lars's well muscled frame to his 
already erect penis, thrusting from his coal-black pubic patch like a wooden 
stake. "I'll bet you" she laughed, pointing to his massive erection. God . . 
. just the sight of it was enough to make her cuntal lips quiver against her 
jeans. 

"No . . . I wasn't," Lars answered, returning her smile. "I thought that as 
long as we were going to be alone for a little while.. . . " 

"Yessssss . . . it has been a long time since there were just the two of 
us." 

"I kinda thought you might want to have a little fun." 

"I want to have a lot of fun," she said, wrapping her arms around his naked 
body, feeling his penis pressing against the soft, exposed flesh of her 
belly. 

"Suppose we get a little stoned first?" he suggested, breaking their kiss. 

Christa hesitated, and then conceded. She could remember having sex with 
Cliff the first time she got stoned, after she had gone with him to his home 
in Denver. She wouldn't have thought it would make any difference, but she 
had once again been proven wrong. Perhaps Cliff and she could teach Cybil 
and Lars, but learning was a two-way experience. 

Lars produced a thick joint and lit it. In minutes, Christa was cascaded 
into a state of euphoria, smiling and removing her clothes as she looked 
hungrily on Lars's throbbing cock. 

Oh, God . . . I can hardly wait," she moaned, her body swaying with ecstasy 
as she gave herself to Lars's caresses. Lars could feel himself slipping 
into a new and vibrant world as he caressed the succulent body offered to 
him . . . not just in passion and lust but in free and total love. He was 
certain that he would never get over the feelings he had from fucking out of 
love. It made no difference to him that his endless chain of fucking had 
come to an abrupt end. He, like his father, had found a great boredom in 
pure seduction. Making love like this, out in the open with only the birds 
and an .occasional deer for company, more than made up for the dozens of 
empty, shallow conquests he and his father used to share in. He gently 
pulled Christa off the porch and sank to the ground, soft and acrid from 
fallen pine needles of the surrounding trees, the petite young mother 
clasped securely in his arms. 

He covered her luscious body with hot, eager kisses, and felt his prick 
swell and grow all the more as it bobbed between his legs. 

Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing 
cock, pressuring it infinitely, sending shudders of loving pleasure searing 
up and down the length of his back, exciting him, as she always did. 

There was the hot, soft invitation of her delectably sweet pussy, pink and 
fragile, the petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffon rose, surmounted by 
the reddish tip of her already excitedly rising clitoris, and framed by her 
soft, golden halo of silky curls. He couldn't wait much longer. He wanted 
more than anything else to show her how much he loved her by fucking his 
heavy, blood-laden cock in her experienced little cunt. 

"Put your penis in me from the back!" Christa pleaded suddenly, turning over 
abruptly onto her stomach and presenting the tanned globes of her shapely 
buttocks to him. With a sigh of glee, his hands went out and kneaded the 
pliant flesh, grasping her firmly by the hips, and raising her up until she 
was on her knees. His eyes stared hypnotized at the tantalizing orbs, smooth 
and pear-shaped without flaw, and unerringly, he guided the thick shaft of 
his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist flesh visible below the graceful 
curve of her ass. 

Without warning, her hands reached back and once more grasped the hardened 
penis in her slender fingers, and without preamble, began to guide it 
towards the twitching entrance of her hungry valley. Lars, his hands digging 
into the soft resilient dough of her buttocks, needed no further invitation, 
and with a heave, he fucked forward and planted his towering penis half-way 
up the wet, slippery channel of her naked, dripping cunt. 

"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhmmmmmm . . . Oooooohhh . . . " Christa moaned as she felt 
her cuntal passage flowering open to accept his hurried thrust. He continued 
to fuck forward, feeling the soft willing walls slip around his engorged 
cock like a velvet glove, until he finally hit bottom, the hard rubbery head 
of his prick touching on the sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his 
contracting balls wedging neatly beneath the tanned, rounded spheres of her 
shapely backside. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . nnnnnngggggghhhhhh . . . " Christa sighed again, feeling 
replete with his masculinity, completely impaled on his lust-inflated penis. 
She could feel the crisp dark curls of his pubic thatch tickling the soft 
skin of her ass, thrilling her now as much as he had the very first time 
he'd fucked her. She knew that he had sunk every inch of his rod in her 
depths. She liked the feeling of having him enter her from behind like this. 
The animal, earthy quality of it appealed to her, as did the idea of making 
love right out here in the open. It was a liberating feeling, and Christa 
had become a liberation-minded woman! 

Slowly, Lars began to withdraw, easing his bloated shaft out of her 
welcoming depths, until just the head was wedged between the resilient moons 
of her buttocks, before ramming forward again, almost overturning Christa 
with the strength of his thrust. 

". . . nnnnnngggggghhhhhhmmmmmm . . . " she chanted again. "That's lovely, 
oh, Lars . . . that's lovely. . . . " 

Lars began to move his heavy penis inside her, rotating it gently, feeling 
the responsive throb of her inner walls as she flexed her supple interior 
muscles with dexterous ease. Her cuntal walls began a rhythmic squeezing, 
contracting and milking, until he felt that he would ejaculate at any moment 
from the delicious pressure. 

He began to fuck in and out of her, enjoying her back thrusts as he plunged 
to enter her, and thrilling to her tightening as he exited. He was certain 
that he would never get tired of making love to her. Each time was as 
delightful as the first. She moved with all the experience of a common 
street whore, but combined with the gentle innocence of a virgin. And each 
time was a little different, making her almost like a totally new woman. 

His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts, hanging 
enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of 
her nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with 
pleasure. All around them, the air was still and redolent with the fragrance 
of pine and wild flowers, marred only by an occasional bird call. It was 
paradise. It had to be! Lars had never heard of anything like it before . . 
. and it was all his, and his father's, and Cybil's, and the woman's he was 
now fucking. . . . 

The heated pressure in his body was building up to a feverish pitch, and his 
furious pumping increased in velocity, and their bodies were bucking against 
each other, jerking and twisting and gyrating as one. 

"God . . . Chris . . . that's it. . . that's it. . . fuck back. Move that 
nice ass of yours . . . " he gasped, his face a mask of perspiration, his 
head flailing from side to side. 

"Oh, Lars, you . . . feel.. . so . . . good . . . inside . . . me . . I ! " 
Christa panted, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. "I'm going to 
cum now . . . I'm almost. . . there . . . I'm . . . AAAGGGHHH . . . ! ! ! " 
and Christa was climaxing, her buttocks waving wildly, the force of her 
spasms jerking his penis unbearably. Her mouth was uttering wild sounds and 
shrieks, and he didn't have time to notice anything else, because he was 
dimming too. A deep, harsh strangled moan escaped his lips as he pounded his 
hips against her thrashing buttocks with the force of a jackhammer, and 
moaned again in frienzied abandon as the first . rumblings of his seething 
sperm escaped the darkness of his balls and rushed like molten lave into the 
depths of her milking vagina. Stream after stream of it surged along the 
throbbing tube of his penis and rushed into the hot slippery channel of her 
thirsting cunt. 

"Keep . . . fucking . . . keep fucking back!" he commanded, his voice hoarse 
with the passionate love he felt for her at that moment. Then, he noticed, 
with disappointment, that the last dregs of his cum-juice was being drained 
from him. Finally, it was over, and they lay against each other, his prick 
deflating and becoming flaccid, the both of them panting, their commingled 
juices staining their needled bed. 

As he lay there in satisfaction, he waited for the lingering feeling of 
satisfaction he had come to expect. He seemed lost in a world of sheer 
pleasure, a world in which there were no worries, no bothers, nothing but a 
deep, unending love, always fulfilled, always total and vibrant. 

Christa lay on her stomach, her thoughts rambling and scattered. She was 
thinking of her daughter. God! When Cybil came back from her little fucking 
session in the woods with Cliff, the mother would have to lick her pussy . . 
. her sweet little hairless pussy. Christa could hardly wait until her 
daughter finally developed a pubic mound. She was certain that it would be 
as luscious and as golden as her own . . . It would be so delightful to 
taste, tickling against her tongue. . . . 

"What are you thinking about?" Lars asked after what seemed like an eternity 
of silence between them. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said teasingly, smiling as she brought her 
body up from her laying position and faced him, her hands beginning to cup 
and knead her breasts in an obvious seductive move. 

"I haven't sucked your cock in a while . . . almost two days now," she said, 
noting with glee that he was once again becoming erect. God! Was there no 
end to his ability? 

"And I haven't sucked your cunt in as long," he retorted with a smile, his 
eyes fixed on the luscious swell of her breasts. 

"Suppose we do something about that?" 

"Suppose we do?" 

Laughing, they fell against each other, their mouths searching out each 
other's bodies, his eager Ups finding the once again hardening nipples of 
her breasts, her hands stroking his penis into a hardness she loved. 
Vaguely, but only vaguely, the faded image of her husband filtered through 
her mind. His face was but a dim, hazy memory as she thought of it, though. 
Lars, Cliff, her daughter.. . these people were the only ones who mattered 
to her now. She had found the life she knew she was meant to have, and the 
past evaporated as she felt her young lover's tongue sweeping around her 
nipple. The moment was all she knew . . . and it was all she wanted to know. 


THE END
