The Family Vacation
by Carole Wilson
(LLP-726)


Chapter One 

Barbara twisted in her chair uneasily, trying to make herself as 
-comfortable as possible. It was like she was getting ready for an ordeal 
she didn't want to face. There were too many things in the restaurant that 
reminded her of her first night with Cliff, the day seventeen years in the 
past they were celebrating that night. 

She knew that she was being dishonest, as she had every year, putting on the 
face of real celebration, when she truly felt that she had nothing to be 
happy about. At least, almost nothing. 

She had been a young seventeen when Cliff had romanced her, and in those 
days she had actually believed him to be the idealistic answer to her 
dreams. He was only just starting in selling cars then, but the profession 
suited him perfectly. He had a charm and wit that made him a good 
conversationalist, and even more important, to look at him when he spoke, no 
matter what he said it would always be believeable. His appearance was so 
forthright and honest, his eyes pools of watery innocence, that no one 
seemed to ever question his statements of fact. If Cliff Nelson said the car 
was a good buy, then it had to be a good deal. It so happened at that time 
there were a few bad deals anyway, which helped considerably in maintaining 
his image. He was on his way to becoming quite successful, but if his 
success had depended on real Honesty, Cliff would have been an abysmal 
failure. Barbara's father had retired from twenty years in the service when 
he moved his family to the then small community of Los Pueblos. He had 
gotten a job with the police department to start a second twenty year 
career, though that one he was destined never to finish. Barbara was his 
only child, and he gloated over her openly to anyone who would listen. He 
had gone ahead of his wife and daughter to find a house in Los Pueblos, and 
he had also bought a car and the man who sold him the car was a young, 
honest looking man named Cliff Nelson. 

It was during the course of closing the deal on the car that Cliff was 
subjected to the conversation and pictures of Barbara. Ordinarily, his 
interest would have only been a polite gesture to help secure the sale of 
the car, but when he saw the pictures of Barbara, his interest became 
sincere. It was the sheer beauty in the pictures that brought him to the 
house when the family was moving in, his excuse a pretense of being sure the 
car was running well enough. That was their first meeting, and Cliff spent 
as much time impressing her father, as he did romancing Barbara. 

It had been a conventional romance as suited a young car salesman in the 
community on the way up. All of his actions when they dated were done after 
carefully considering how they would effect her father, and when the right 
time came, Cliff was awarded the prize beauty in marriage. 

Barbara had been overjoyed at the prospect of marrying him, as was typical 
of her youthful exuberance at the time. She was dreamy eyed and innocent, 
although her looks belied her real self. The marriage was an elaborate 
affiar, done as if her father had been saving up for the event all of his 
life. Though she was nervous, she took the day long celebration in stride. 
It wasn't until that evening that she was shocked into the realization of 
her position, and the scene that occurred had nearly stiffled any further 
mental maturing. 

She had then blamed the scene on Cliff and liquor, and her attitude hadn't 
changed since. There had been large amounts of liquor consumed at the 
reception that day. By the time the first hour had passed, her father was 
both laughing and crying his joy and lament over gaining a new son-in-law. 
Cliff had handled the situation professionally, still selling her old man on 
his great attributes. When it finally came time to leave, Cliff was nearly 
as drunk as her father, and Barbara was worried that they might not even 
make it to the near-by hotel they had planned to stay at on their first 
night together. The reception for them had ended on such a sentimental note 
with her father standing at the door of the house squirting champagne in 
their general direction, that Barbara found it hard to be angry at her new 
husband's drunken state. In some ways she took it as a compliment, but after 
the hour's drive, she was greatly relieved to arrive at the hotel in one 
piece. It wasn't until she was in the room alone with Cliff that she 
remembered what was to be expected. Her husband produced a fresh bottle of 
champagne, waving it at her like a naughty child with a forbidden toy as he 
worked the cork free with a bang. After over-filling two water glasses with 
the bubbly liquid, he handed one to Barbara, making some drunken statement 
that she hardly understood. On top of everything else, the idea of enjoying 
a toast with her new husband somehow didn't seem to fit the situation, and 
she found that she was becoming more and more nervous. 

When he then suddenly started undressing right there in front of her, she 
was really rattled. She had never been in a hotel room, or any room, with a 
man stripping off his clothes, and she immediately turned and walked into 
the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Her father had given her away in 
grand style, but no one had really prepared her for the wedding night. 
Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, Barbara knew that she had to get 
control of her nerves. She was a young bride, a newly-wed, and her husband 
was anxiously waiting for her on the other side of the bathroom door. She 
had reached the time where she had to become physically joined to her mate 
to consummate the marriage. 

Gulping down the full glass of champagne for courage, she decided to undress 
there in the bathroom, making herself ready for her husband. She had read a 
book and talked to girlfriends about sex, and she thought she had a pretty 
good idea about what was expected of her, but what bothered her more than 
anything else was the doubts about her abilities and looks. 

She really wasn't sure that once stripped of her covering clothes, she would 
still be appealing to Cliff. She was so innocent, she had never realized 
that her appearance was sexually beyond her understanding. Her face and body 
were so sensual that it made her naive innocence seem totally unreal, but 
she had not yet become aware of that fact at her young age. 

Setting the empty glass down on the sink in front of her, she watched her 
reflection in the mirror as she began to remove her clothes. She was careful 
not to mess her hair as she lifted the dress above her head, and then she 
had to search for a moment to find a place to set it. 

Feeling that Cliff might be wondering what she was doing, she ended up 
throwing the garment over the edge of the bathtub, and then she returned to 
the mirror to finish the task of undressing. With quick nervous movements, 
she pulled off everything but her bra and panties, and before going on, she 
hesitated to look at herself. She was a natural redhead, and her long silky 
hair hung straight down to her shoulders where the ends curled up in a flip. 
The strands were shiny and like a coppery halo around her oval face, and her 
features were sharply defined, as though carefully etched in smooth, 
unblemished skin. 

Her large blue eyes shifted downward, staring at the lacy material of her 
bra as she reached behind her back to unfasten the hooks holding it in 
place. Her foil, round breasts virtually burst from her loosened bra, the 
pink nipples at the tips looking like tiny buttons hardened from unknown 
thoughts. The twin white mounds of flesh stood out from her body proudly 
pointing slightly upwards, and she cupped them to her hands, testing the 
response of the sensitive tips. The contact of her fingers made the pink 
nipples grow harder until the light pink aureoles around them seemed to 
disappear. Moving her hands slowly down across the flat, smooth plain of her 
belly then, she shifted her gaze to the light-green panties, the only 
garment still covering her body. Her hips flared out proportionately from 
her narrow waist as an accent to the curving mound that was clearly apparent 
beneath the green material of her panties. There was a slight open space 
between her inner thighs, an inviting opening to the secret of her virginal 
young pussy. 

As if enacting a ritual that had to be performed, Barbara pushed her thumbs 
under the elastic band top of her panties, and slowly, she worked the filmy 
material down around her smoothly rounded hips until it clung loosely to her 
upper legs. The light-colored, triangle of silkiiy curling pubic hair 
covering her vagina seemed to glow in the dull light of the bathroom. It was 
the important part, she thought, but then feeling embarrassed by her own 
visual appreciation, she pulled the panties back over her hips. She realized 
that she could never walk out of the bathroom totally naked. The panties 
would stay on until Cliff was ready to take them off. 

The sound of a glass dropping in the next room, startled Barbara, and she 
turned her face away from the mirror. She had no idea how long she had been 
staring at her reflection, and thinking something was wrong for an instant, 
she started to run into the bedroom. Cliffs voice made her freeze just as 
she started to unlock the bathroom door. 

"Hey! I've been waiting a long time for this evening! Hurry-up in there!" 
His words were slightly run together as he spoke, and she remembered vividly 
how drunk he had become. There was something in his tone or choice of words 
that made her want to run away instead, but she took a deep breath, telling 
herself that it was only her nerves. 

"I'll be out in a moment, darling!" she answered through the closed door. 
Hearing the sound of her own voice seemed to help her courage, as she was 
able to answer her husband without sounding the least bit nervous. It 
reminded her that she was having the normal fears of a virgin bride on her 
wedding night. It was only natural that she should be concerned about 
pleasing her new husband. Her fears were not-of sex, but rather of failure. 

She knew from the book she had read that it was difficult for a virgin to 
please a man the first time, and she was letting that knowledge dominate her 
usual clear thinking. Checking her looks once more in the mirror, Barbara 
was satisfied that she looked all right in the nude, and taking a breath, 
she went to the bathroom door, unlocked it, and walked into the next room. 
For a moment, she didn't see Cliff anywhere, but then she turned toward the 
large bed, and her heart began to pound wildly. 

"Well, it's about time! I was beginning to give up all hope," he said 
sarcastically. For an instant Barbara felt he wasn't happy with what he saw, 
but at the same moment, she realized he was totally naked, a half-empty 
glass of champagne in one hand, a hardening cock in the other. She tried not 
to look down between his legs, but instead she smiled, staring into his eyes 
for some sign of his approval. She was too nervous to move from where she 
stood as she waited for him to speak. 

Cliff only stared back at her, his eyes seeming to grow larger and larger as 
he took in the sheer sensuality of her lovely virgin body. She had always 
appeared serenely sexual, yet unobtainable to him when she was fully 
clothed, but seeing her there, naked before him, she revealed another 
quality of earthiness. He had wanted her from the first moment he had laid 
eyes on her, and it had taken all of his will power to stay cool during the 
romance, but now he was free to do with her as he willed. 

Barbara gasped ot loud when Cliff suddenly bolted across the room toward 
her. He dropped the partly filled glass of champagne on the floor like a 
useless, disposable object, and his hardening cock bounded lewdly as his 
giant steps closed the distance between them. He was upon her in a flash, 
his nude body practically colliding into her nakedness, and his arms 
encircled her body like the tentacles of a giant squid. 

"Cliff!"-she groaned, but his mouth was already seaking her soft lips, 
pulling her into a kiss that seemed to consume her entire body. His tongue 
drove into the warmth of her oral cavity like a snake, and she tasted the 
overwhelming power of the alcohol he'd been drinking. The kiss was hard and 
rough, but her mind was on a different sensation. His naked flesh was 
pressing into her with a heat that she never had imagined possible, and 
growing harder against her loins was the throbbing object of his manhood. It 
was as if it was controlled from some outside force, but she knew that his 
cock was straining in anticipation of entering her virgin young pussy. More 
important than that, she suddenly realized that it was not going to be easy. 
Before she could utter a single word of protest, he lifted her bodily into 
his arms, and staggering drunkenly, carried her to the large bed. It was as 
if he had suddenly gone insane with passion as he began to maul her helpless 
body, and she cried out when his sharp teeth bit into the tender flesh of 
her naked breasts. 

"Cliff! Uuggghhh! Please ... Not like this. .. Cliff! Aaagghh!" 

Her words of protest had been useless, and perhaps only served to incite him 
further. She was to discover that night that he had long considered her a 
prime target for his pent-up emotions, feelings stirred to unreasonable 
heights by her seeming inaccessibility. The untouchable beauty was after all 
still a woman, and the sight of her naked body had brought that truth to his 
brain with overwhelming and unrestrained impact. His sudden movement had 
made her fear grow far out of proportion, and when he then ripped her 
panties clear of her hips like so much tissue paper, any hope of her 
relaxing that evening was gone. The liquor he had consumed had little or no 
effect on his passion, and might well have incited him to a point he'd never 
reached in his life. He wasn't himself anymore, but instead was like a wild 
man, hungry for the lust that was denied him for much too long. 

Barbara's primary recollection of that evening had always been that of a 
frantic wrestling match, as she had fought her new husband out of fear of 
his unexpected brutality. The bulk of her fright stemmed from her 
miscalculation of his character, as he had literally raped her. Through 
sheer, lust-incited force he had bent her body to his will, taking her 
virginity with a hymen ripping madness that only served to leave an 
indelible impression of pain and debasement in Barbara's mind. 

If she had been simply frigid, then the hurt wouldn't have been half as 
severe, but she had dreamed long about her first sexual experience, and her 
imagination had made it a thing of gentle, loving care. There had been many 
times prior to her wedding that she had laid in bed, thinking about sex, and 
more often than not, her thoughts had ended in heated achings in her lower 
belly. When that occurred, she would probe her tender young pussy with her 
fingers in a futile attempt to satisfy the burning desire in herbody. Her 
fingers had proved to be pitifully inadequate, as she never reached the 
sexual heights she desired, but she was convinced that those pleasures would 
be obtained with the assistance of her husband. Unfortunately, Cliff had 
consumed too much liquor to consider the dreams of his new wife. 

She had pleaded with him when his finger dug cruelly into the soft folds of 
her cunt, and even when he rubbed her clitoris, she felt nothing but 
anguish. Her fear had shut off all feelings of pleasure, and her brain only 
interpreted his actions as violent pain. She was totally unable to 
understand his aggressive behavior, so the pain of his fingers working 
hungrily around in her tender pussy hurt her even more mentally than 
physically. She couldn't remember it, but on that evening she did actually 
feel an excitement of seduction in spite of the cruel base emotions behind 
his actions. Her cunt was moist when he drove his fingers into the tight 
virgin passage in a hurried attempt to prepare her for his entry, yet her 
excitement wasn't nearly enough to compensate for her shame and 
embarrassment. 

But Cliff hadn't waited long enough, as in a short minute, he was hovering 
over her body, his hugely throbbing, blood-filled cock posed and ready to 
tear inside her helpless body. The second picture that had remained in her 
mind throughout those seventeen years, was the blazing lust in his eyes as 
he stared down at her nakedly quivering pussy mound like a hungry animal 
about to feast on his long-sought prey. 

She would always vividly remember how he looked with his giant erect cock 
standing straight out from his groin and pointing directly at her exposed 
young pussy. From that moment on, however, she had blotted out most of her 
memory of the eventful night. She had pleaded and begged for mercy, sure 
that his huge throbbing cock would split her young body in half, but all of 
her words went unheeded. Barbara recalled the event in bits and pieces only, 
like a horrible nightmare too unreal to believe. The throbbing length of his 
cock had looked menacing as it pulsated nakedly over her groin. The tip was 
thick and purple, a gland-shaped head that seemed to bulge out with his 
growing excitement. The long shaft, lined with a road map of blood-filled 
veins which pounded with his heart-beat, protruded from a black tangle of 
pubic hair covering his groin, and the twin sacs holding his alls were drawn 
up tightly between his spread, hairy thighs. She could remember how she'd 
screamed when the long column of male flesh had disappeared slowly inside 
her virgin pussy, but she had no memory of how long it had actually taken. 
As far as she was concerned, it had been furiously fast and cruel, ramming 
through her narrow passage like a battering ram until the tip slammed hard 
against her cervix. Then it was sawing in and out of her at a pace that 
belied human endurance, slickly moistened . male flesh appearing and 
disappearing as her body was buffeted by his frenzied assault. 

He had heaved and pumped until with a tremendous cry he had filled her 
helplessly stretched pussy with boiling, hot spurts of semen. When it had 
been over, Barbara wanted to hate him for the shame and humiliation she 
felt, and even more so because subconsciously she realized that she had 
wanted him as much as he wanted her. She had been raped, and she couldn't 
forgive him for that, though she had tried then to put the entire incident 
out of her mind for good. What she didn't know then was that he had given 
her something to constantly keep her memory active. He had not just raped 
her, but had also made her pregnant. 

It was most likely the result of her up-bringing that had kept her from 
leaving Cliff that night, as she had always believed that a husband had 
rights to his wife, no matter how cruelly he might exercise them. Yet, from 
that time on, she had only given in to him sexually when she could find no 
graceful way of getting out of it. He had succeeded in burying her interest 
in sex, with any man, but as she watched their offspring growing into a 
young man, she knew that she was always comparing his body to that of her 
husband. 

She had become strangely fascinated by the physical development of their 
son, a condition she put down to an over-protective attitude on her part, 
and she was repulsed to recognize the weakening flesh of her body. Her son 
Paul was her life, the only reason she had for staying with Giff and 
keeping- the pretense of a marriage alive. She thought it foolish, year 
after year, to pretend enjoyment in celebrating the anniversary of that 
horrible wedding night, and yet, she knew that she was more than grateful 
for the results it was bringing to her. It was true, however, that she was 
celebrating the event with the thought to the gift it gave her. 

"Paul's going to be pleased with our plans, I feel certain, darling," 
Barbara said after the waiter had left the fresh drinks. 

"Any boy his age would have to be insane not to like the idea of a fishing 
trip!" The liquor was beginning to have its usual effects on Cliff, and his 
sarcasm had a sharp edge to it, in spite of his smile. Picking up her fresh 
drink, Barbara took a long, slow sip, hoping that the alcohol would soon 
blot out her feelings. She wanted to be desensitized to her certain fate 
that evening. There was no excuse to avoid it, particularly since it was 
their anniversary, and the best she could expect was getting it over 
quickly. If Cliff was drunk enough, there was always the possibility that he 
would pass out before forcing his nakedness on her. 

The waiter finally brought the first course of their meal, and they both 
remained silent as they began to eat. Her drinks helped her to block out 
thoughts about sex with her husband, but added a dull aching sensation in 
her lower belly. It was like a feeling of sadness, an emotion she often felt 
when she had an opportunity to reflect on her situation. Her life had become 
harder over the past two years, ever since their son, Paul, had gone off to 
boarding school. His vacations seemed so far in the distance whenever he 
left home after a visit, to return to school. Barbara had resisted the idea 
of his going to a boarding school, but Cliff had been firm, saying that it 
was the best thing to make a man out of him. She knew that Cliff felt she 
was overly protective of their son, as he had often accused her of turning 
him into a Mama's boy, but she couldn't really believe that to be true. Paul 
was the most important thing in her life, and she wanted him to be his own 
man, as long as he wasn't like his father. 

Yet, she hadn't been able to resist Cliff on the boarding school issue, even 
though she knew how painful Paul's absence would be for her. There was 
another factor that she wanted to keep hidden from Paul, and it was 
important enough in her own mind to accept the loneliness of her son's 
absence. She simply would die if Paul ever learned about his father's 
girl-friend! 

It was like an unspoken agreement between Barbara and Cliff to never discuss 
marital infidelity. She was very much aware of his having a mistress 
somewhere, and in some ways she was glad of it. His keeping a girl-friend 
made him less demanding of her, so she never openly protested or mentioned 
her knowledge of the affair to Cliff. In fact the only thing she was 
concerned about in relation to his illicit affair, was the possibility of 
their son becoming aware of it. The thought of it had nearly made her have a 
nervous breakdown some two years ago in the past. It was on the occasion of 
Paul's first visit home after starting in the boarding school. When he had 
first gone away, Cliff had become more open about his girl-friend than ever 
before, and Barbara was convinced that Paul would know the truth when he 
visited home. But all had turned out well, as during the entire visit Cliff 
had never once left the house to see his girl-friend, and Paul had returned 
to school none the wiser. Since that time, Cliff had continued to hide his 
relationship whenever Paul was home on vacation, and because of that, 
Barbara never mentioned the girl, even when Paul was away at school. But 
with Paul rapidly approaching the age of seventeen, and the inevitable 
independence that goes with it,, her and Cliffs relationship was becoming 
more and more strained. 

The day before their anniversary, Barbara had taken the opportunity to speak 
with Cliff about their marriage, although she had carefully avoided 
mentioning his girl-friend. She had started the conversation on the pretext 
of discussing Paul's summer vacation, asking Cliff what they might do to 
make their son happy. Then cautiously, she steered the subject around to 
their own relationship. She told him that she would like to make a new 
effort in their relationship, at least for Paul's benefit if not their own, 
and that the occasion of their anniversary would be the ideal kick-off for 
that effort. 

Her words had taken Cliff by surprise, and his initial reaction had been 
pessimistic. He had doubts about his wife's sincerity, as he had been 
disappointed too many times in the past. She was unaware of it, but he'd 
like nothing more than to have a wife full-time. His girl-friend was nothing 
but a physical release for his pent-up emotions and frustrations, brought on 
by a wife that he found to be sexually lacking and frigid. Yet, he had never 
lost hope of finding the key that would awaken the sensuality so visible on 
the surface of his beautiful wife. Time had made him harsh and sarcastic, 
but deep down he was anxious to make his marriage work if only to know the 
deeply buried pleasures he was sure his wife contained. 

Cliff had brought up the idea of going on a boating trip as a family that 
summer, and in the few weeks that remained before Paul's vacation started, 
they were to make every effort to bring their marriage back together. Yet 
facing her husband across the table, knowing what she would be facing later 
that evening, caused serious doubt in the back of Barbara's mind. As much as 
she wanted to make it all right, knowing how important it would be for her 
son, the thought of carrying out a pretense in bed with Cliff later that 
evening made her nervous as she'd been on the first night of her marriage. 

"To our new beginningf" Cliff said lifting his glass of champagne in the 
air. He was smiling in a peculiar way, a manner that Barbara didn't 
understand. 

"Yes, darling... To our new beginning!" she repeated. 

Taking a sip of the bubbly liquid, she searched her memory for the 
circumstances that had last brought on that look her husband gave her. 
Somehow it was hazy and unclear, but she was sure it had to do with sex. She 
took another sip of her drink before setting the glass down on the table. 
"That was certainly a delicious dinner, and I must admit, this is the 
perfect drink to top-it-off." She felt a little high, but was sure that she 
maintained the proper image for him. 

"I couldn't agree more," he replied, pouring out more of the champagne into 
his wife's glass. "You should drink much more of it. . . You'd be surprised 
how sexy champagne can make you feeL" 

When drinking, he would often talk about her unreachable sensuality, the 
goddess on a pedestal, and it would usually become rather lewd and vile in 
description. She knew it was his way of striking out at her, but that 
evening his making the comment about the champagne seemed almost innocent. 
She responded to it by picking up her glass and downing the entire contents 
without stopping. Why she did it, she had no idea. 

"Well?" she challenged, plunking her empty glass back down on the table. He 
was openly startled by her surprising move, but he didn't waste a moment in 
pouring her more of the champagne. 

"Please!" He twisted the bottle, testing the weight for the amount of liquid 
remaining inside. Two more glasses, possibly three, he thought, so he poured 
some into his own glass. Then lifting his glass again, he smiled over at his 
wife, answering her challenge. "Down the hatch!" 

She drained her glass as quickly as he did, then setting it back on the 
table, she felt a little foolish knowing it wasn't the proper way to drink 
champagne. But, she felt caught up in a commitment, one that she couldn't 
back down from, so when he emptied the bottle into her glass, she again 
gulped the chilled liquid down. 

"There!" she announced with-finality, her glass drained like a monument to 
her soul. She stared at her husband who was staring back at her, his look 
questioning af if he wanted to believe what he'd just witnessed. For some 
reason it struck her as being funny, and she started to giggle like a young 
girl. 

Cliff didn't hesitate, but signalled the waiter to bring the check. He was 
anxious to get home before the. spell that had somehow consumed his wife was 
broken. He didn't want to get up too much hope, but it did seem like she 
actually might have changed. 

She couldn't stop giggling once it had started, as everything Cliff did 
seemed to be funnier with each passing moment. She imagined him in an old 
time movie, jumping around in jerky motion as he paid the check, then 
hustled her out to their car. It wasn't until she was sitting next to him in 
the speeding automobile, heading toward their home, that she was reminded of 
what to expect. She hoped that somehow everything would be different, or 
maybe that he wouldn't even try to do anything. It had been a long time 
since he'd gone to bed with her, two maybe three weeks, she wasn't sure, but 
then they had agreed to make a new start, she remembered. 

Cliff was quietly determined as he drove toward their house in the foothills 
above Los Pueblos. She knew that he had to be at least a little bit high 
from all the drinks he'd had, but oddly, he didn't seem at all like his 
usual drunkenness. Barbara thought it might just be her own fuzzy thinking, 
brought on by the gulping down of all the champagne after dinner, that made 
her feel that way. It was definitely having some effect on her, she was 
sure, as she couldn't help thinking about what she might feel when they got 
home. There had been several moments in the last few months when she could 
swear she was going to burn up from the heat in her belly, and that same 
sensation was beginning to take hold of her body at that moment. It had to 
be the liquor, she figured, as she realized that she was unconsciously 
pressing her ass-cheeks into the car seat. There was a definite gnawing 
sensation that seemed to emanate from the pit of her belly, causing her 
pussy to become moist. 

As they got closer and closer to home, she found that the sensation became 
more intense. The liquor seemed to make her forget her inhibitions, and she 
openly wiggled her round buttocks against the car seat, feeling the tiny bud 
of her clitoris harden. At that moment, Barbara found herself wishing that 
Cliff hadn't been so brutal in his initial encounter with her those 
seventeen years earlier. She really believed that things might have worked 
out differently for both of them, and possibly she could have learned to 
enjoy sex the way she had often dreamed about it. There had been so many 
times that she had wanted to feel the sensations she had only the 
opportunity to taste. It was the full pleasure she knew existed, yet she had 
so often been denied, or at least had not permitted herself. In the early 
years of their marriage, Cliff had occasionally tried to get her to do 
things, acts that she considered lewd and vile in just thinking about them, 
as she had always been convinced that she could not tolerate any depraved 
sex. 

Her entire knowledge of these lewd sexual perversions came from the vile 
descriptions that Cliff would subject her to when he got too drunk, and she 
was sure she had heard them all. But as she felt the burning sensations in 
her belly growing more intense, she realized she was thinking about those 
very things, and in spite of her efforts to the contrary, the images of 
sexual couplings stayed in her mind. It was as if her body had suddenly 
possessed her reasoning abilities, ahd when Cliff finally steered the car up 
their long curving driveway, she thought she had lost all control of her 
senses. She was convinced she could feel her blood racing through every part 
of her body, and it seemed to tease and stimulate her nerves until they were 
tingling with electric excitement. She had never felt so aroused in all of 
her life, and she literally shook her head to try to clear the thoughts from 
her mind. It couldn't have been brought on by just the champagne drinking, 
she was sure, and the doubt left over the source of her arousal, made her 
wonder if she wasn't going insane. 

Their home was like a monument to Cliffs success in automobile salesmanship, 
as it was an imposing structure of expensive classical design, and the 
moment he stopped the car, Barbara jumped out without waiting for him to 
come around and open the door. She was sure that the moisture from her pussy 
was visible on her dress, and she was embarrassed by the thoughts that had 
caused it. She hurried in the darkness to the en try way, then turned to 
face her husband as he came up behind her. 

"It's a little chilly out tonight," she said. It was a feeble excuse for 
running so quickly from the car, but she felt she had to say something. 

"I'm sure it's much warmer inside," he replied, his eyebrows slightly 
raised. He was still mulling over the earlier actions of his wife, as they 
had been so surprising they had somewhat sobered him. He wanted to proceed 
cautiously, not to disturb the apparent state that Barbara had gotten 
herself into, and acting as gentlemanly as he knew how, he opened the front 
door to their house, waiting for her to go inside first. He knew he 
shouldn't be overly optimistic, but if he played his cards right, he was 
sure he would have a chance to get her steamed up the way he had always 
wanted. 

"Thank you, darling," she said walking into the house. She was relieved that 
he was not staggering drunk as she had suspected he might have been, and it 
occurred to her that she might not be subjected to his sexual advances after 
all. The thought confused her, as she wondered if she felt disappointed or 
relieved? 

They both walked together to the master bedroom, and entering the large 
room, Barbara immediately went to the dressing area. She decided to take her 
clothes off without saying anything, figuring she would get undressed and 
into bed before Cliff had a chance to get his clothes off. She was so 
anxious to escape the fire in her belly through sleep, that she paid no 
attention to what he was doing. 

After taking off his coat, Cliff directed his attention to his wife, 
watching her as she hurriedly pulled her clothes from her body. After all 
the frustrating years of their marriage, he was still impressed by the 
sensual quality she exuded. She was mentally untouchable and beautiful, but 
that evening he was determined to get through to her sensual side. He was 
sure it existed, and he was damn sure he was going to find it. He stared as 
she stripped down to her bra and panties, and he was delighted over the fact 
that her body was every bit as beautiful as it had been when she was 
seventeen. Nothing about her had really changed, and she was still that 
strange mixture of sensual woman and little girl. 

Barbara felt his eyes on her body when she started to remove her bra, and 
hesitated as his watching made her nervous. She felt that the dampness from 
her pussy was showing through her panties, and she was afraid of being 
completely nude in front of him. 

"Why aren't you getting ready for bed?" she asked, and it came out sounding 
like a challenge. It was the not knowing that made her feel nervous, and she 
didn't want to destroy the calm presence she had established so well 
earlier. The new start, coupled with the vacation plans, had been for the 
most part her idea, and she felt she could take anything if only she knew 
what he had in his mind. 

"Too interested in watching you do a strip tease for me!" He stood up as he 
spoke, and he began to pull down his pants like a tag line to his statement. 

She understood immediately what he meant, and whether felt relief or was 
pleased, she was surprised to realize she was no longer feeling nervous. In 
fact his statement seemed to make her belly jerk with excitement instead of 
tension, and she found herself again remembering some of the lewd 
descriptions of sex that he had explained to her in the past. Perhaps it was 
only resigning to her commitment of the new start in their relationship, but 
she actually thought she might want him to seduce her. It was as if she had 
become a different person in the process of trying to save her marriage for 
their son. 

"Just what is it you're interested in?" she heard herself answering. The 
conversation over the champagne might as well have been continuing by the 
way she questioned him, but she didn't move from the spot where she stood. 
She was waiting for a response, but he didn't say a word until he had 
finished pulling off all of his clothes. The huge lump that had been in his 
pants a second before, was then standing out from his groin, a fully erect 
cock." 

"Fucking you! Fucking you like you've never been fucked in all our married 
life!" he finally said. 

The words drifted across the room to her ears like gentle waves, and they 
somehow didn't repulse her like they normally would have. Instead they sent 
a chilling sensation up the full length of her spine, tittilating her 
already lewd thoughts. She wanted to feel embarrassed and angry, but those 
emotions were not to be found, and she remained dumbstruck as he moved 
across the room to where she was standing. He placed his hands on her slim 
waist, pulling her close to his naked body, and his hugely erect cock slid 
easily between her smooth inner thighs. His eyes seemed to illuminate a 
strength of purpose that she had never seen in them before. 

"You're going to know what fucking is, really is, by the time I finish with 
you, baby," he said softly. As he spoke, he reached behind her back, and 
finding the hook of her bra, he unfastened it, letting the material fall 
away from her soft mounds of flesh. The round, pink mounds stood pointing at 
his chest, the pink nipples hardening as they brushed sensationally against 
the coppery, curly hairs. He was teasing her, preparing her for the one 
thing he had wanted since he day of their marriage. "Say it! Tell me how you 
want it! Say you want me to fuck you good!" he-added. 

 Chapter Two 

Knowing she was blushing with shame from being excited, excited by the words 
and determination coming from her husband, she turned her face away in an 
effort to hide her emotions. She could feel the length of his hard erect 
cock rubbing between her smoothly trembling thighs, and the thick purple 
head seemed to be pressing into the fabric of her panties as if it could 
drill right through it. She was completely confused by the way her body was 
reacting at that moment, and she was interested in having sex, he was right 
in his guess about her feelings. She wanted to be lewd and vile if only for 
that night, and she could excuse her lusting motives by telling herself it 
was essential to keeping her marriage intact. She was doing it for Paul, 
their son. That had to be it! Without really knowing where it came from, she 
found the courage to tell Cliff what he so obviously wanted to hear. 

"I. . . Want you to . .. Fuck me! Damnit! I want you to fuck me good, 
Cliff!" Her words were hesitant and soft at first, but there was no doubting 
the conviction behind them when she blurted the last statement. When she 
faced him squarely, she realized that he was actually surprised by what 
she'd said. 

Feeling wildly optimistic by his wife's sudden transformation, Cliff leaned 
forward, his mouth open to kiss her full on the lips. Immediately, he drove 
his tongue wetly into the warm waiting cavern of her mouth as he pulled her 
body hard against his. This throbbing cock began to twitch with excitement 
as he felt her lithe curvaceous body moving slightly against him, and she 
kissed him back, lifting her up in his arms without breaking away from the 
kiss, he carried her over to their large bed and laid her gently down on the 
soft mattress. 

His mind was rapidly clicking off ideas of what to do that might please her, 
and yet he felt for the first time in their married life, that everything 
would just proceed naturally. Laying down to one side of her slender and 
sensual body, he reached down across her smooth belly to the elastic band at 
the top of her thin, flimsy panties, and with great care so as not to 
destroy the moment, he pulled the filmy material down over her voluptuously 
rounded hips. She arched up slightly to make the removal of her last 
remaining garment easier for him, and she felt the warm air move across the 
folds of her this time, wetly passion-aroused pussy. She had never been so 
sexually stimulated, having refused to permit it previously, but that moment 
was like a totally different event from any contact she'd experienced 
before. As he pushed her panties down the tapering form of her firmly 
rounded thighs, she drew her legs up to make it possible for him to reach, 
and when the delicate undergarment caught on the edge of her toes for an 
instant, she flipped her foot to throw them casually to the floor, her body 
free of all confining restrictions to their love-making. Slowly tracing the 
line of her smooth thighs with his fingernail, Cliff felt that he could 
loose his load of cum from the growing pressure in his balls, as he had 
never experienced such receptiveness in his wife before. 

She was actually holding her legs out for his hand to do as he wanted to 
with her pussy, and when he felt the fuzzy tips of her copperish pubic hair, 
the sensation made him even more excited. He wanted to look at her closely, 
study her pink waiting pussy lips with his tongue, and define every inch of 
her hot liquid passage, and he felt that such enjoyment would be worth the 
risk of bringing on her wrath. 

She had never allowed him to do anything sexually with the exception of the 
standard "him between her legs," position, but he hoped that her present 
condition might be such that he could do just about anything. Breaking away 
from the lingering kiss, he ran his tongue down to the sensitive flesh of 
her long shapely neck, and hesitating there for a moment, he licked and 
nipped at the taut muscles. 

She moaned quietly, a humming sound which started deep in her throat, and he 
felt the transmitted vibrations against his cheek. He wanted her to groan 
until she screamed for his big prick, and he moved on down her body with his 
tongue, pausing at the full creamy rounded mounds of her tits. The tiny pink 
nipples at the tips were hardened into erect little buds of pleasure, and he 
opened his mouth wide to breathe hot air over them. Then lowering his head 
slowly, he took one of the nipples into his mouth, laying his warm, wet 
tongue under it like he was savoring a delicious morsel. He licked furiously 
around the hardened bud, and then closing his mouth, sucked and pulled and 
chewed on it. 

"MMmmmmmmm! Ohhhhh! . . . Darling. . . That's sooooo .. . Gooooooodddd!" She 
moaned as she felt the sensitive warmth of his tongue licking the tip of her 
breast. The sensations of his teeth biting down on her nipple seemed to 
travel down through her body to the pit of her belly, causing the fire 
flaming there to burn even more hotly than before. It was pleasant and 
exhilarating to experience such sensual delights, and she resigned herself 
to any sexual act that she felt her husband might dare try. She didn't 
believe he would dare much that was "too far out." Her scent and feel was 
like an aphrodisiac, and he was finding himself more excited by his wife's 
willingness to have him touching her sensually naked body. 

It was like he was being permitted to make love to her for the first time 
all over again, and she was the untouched virgin, ripe and ready this time 
for fucking. Biting on her nipple several more times, he then raised his 
head up, and with extended tongue, traced the smooth flat line of her belly, 
leaving a wet trail to the fuzzy beginnings of her softly curling pubic 
triangle. She was so engrossed in the pleasures from his sucking of her 
breast, that for a moment she was unaware of what he was leading up to, but 
suddenly she returned to her normal state, fully realizing that he was 
planning to continue this sucking, only this time it was going to be her 
never-before licked little pussy, instead. He had slithered down upon the 
aching slit of her vagina, and down to where his head was just between her 
thighs, and knowing what he was about to do made her suddenly recoil in her 
puritanical repugnance. 

"No, Cliff! You mustn't! Oh, God .. . No! It's not right to do that! . .. 
Please!" She groaned and twisted on the bed, but he had taken a firm grip on 
her hips, holding her fast. 

"Relax, dammit! You'll like it!" he yelled with sudden authority, and she 
was so surprised by his angered tone of voice that she stopped struggling. 
He was staring down between her wide spread thighs, looking hungrily at the 
thin visibly pulsating lips, edged so delicately with soft red hair. 

A tiny droplet of her seeping lubricating fluid moistened its fringe, then 
more was visible as her pussy opened up like a flowering blossom petal 
covered with dew. Her clitoris stood up like a tiny pink bud of pleasure, 
and he slowly placed his thumbs on her vaginal opening, spreading the soft 
resilient curls of reddish pubic hair apart with deliberately slow moves. 
The coral colored flesh of her pussy was completely exposed to his gaze. 

It was horrible and disgusting, and she closed her eyes tightly as she 
moaned in shame. She was petrified at having to give in to such a debasing 
act, but at the same time she felt her arousal become even greater. The hot 
air of his breath was grazing her sensitive nerves, and she drew in her own 
breath as she felt his head move closer to her open vagina. 

Then it happened, like a convulsive jerking of her entire body as his warm 
wet tongue shot out of his mouth to probe teasingly into her quivering cunt. 
A groan escaped from her throat as she ground her hips helplessly down into 
the bed, but the bestial outrage continued upon her defenseless cunt. Her 
stomach churned in revulsion and she cried out an animal-like wail of 
passion as his tongue licked her soft inner thighs, then worked hotly up 
into the sensitive folds of her cuntal lips to swirl around the hardened bud 
of her throbbing clitoris. 

"Ooohhh, Godddddd! Please! Cliff, you must stoppppp! It's..." She tried to 
draw her legs together in an effort to keep the tongue from driving her 
insane, but he was too strong for her, holding her legs wide apart as he 
ground his head into the wideheld split between her thighs. His tongue was 
wetly covering her clitoris with heated sensation, and his lips closed 
around it to draw the throbbing little bud searingly up inside his mouth. 
Slamming, electric jolts of passion hit her as she felt his teeth sinking 
into the sensitive nerve, and like a wanton whore in heat, she threw out her 
legs, kicking them wide apart and open to his assault. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" Tilting her head up, she stared down between 
her firm full breasts with terror filled eyes at his lewd assault on her 
helpless pussy. She was stunned by the realization of the depravity of such 
an act, an act that she had never permitted her husband to perform on her in 
her whole life, and she couldn't control the vile bolts of pleasure that 
were permeating her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her coppery 
flailing head. 

Slipping his hands under her buttocks to lift her loins up to his probing 
tongue, he squeezed the firm flesh, holding the cheeks of her ass while he 
ran his tongue around and around in the soft, wet valley of her cunt. Her 
loins raised up to his face made him flick deeper into the wetly pulsating 
flesh, and slowly and deliberately he ran his tongue down to the opening of 
her cuntal channel. The elastic tight orifice seemed to throb and flower 
open to the touch of his tongue, and with deadly sureness, he probed deeper 
and deeper up inside her hotly quivering passage. 

"Ooooooh!" Barbara screamed in helpless ecstasy, her mind, in spite of her 
upbringing, vaguely wondering why she had not let him do such a thing to her 
with his wildly swirling tongue before that moment. It was far better than 
anything she had ever imagined possible, or for that matter such fantastic 
pleasure for herself, but it was also the discovery of the abandoned nature 
of her sensual body and soul. 

Driving his tongue like a hissing male king snake in and out of her cunt, he 
felt his wife give in to his cunt-shattering ministrations, and he roamed 
with his hands around the smooth white crevice of her ass. Finding the 
curving valley with his fingers, he spread the cheeks apart while he 
continued to orally fuck her with his tongue. 

She had lifted her legs up so that they were locked around his neck like a 
vise, and as he ran his tongue around the sensitive parts of her loins, he 
could feel her erotically awakening cunt pushing up against his mouth with 
increasing intensity and abandon. She was giving in to it for certain, and 
feeling confident he probed his middle finger into the softly yielding 
crevice of her ass cheeks in search of her brownish-pink anus. Touching the 
puckered little hole, he heard her cry out deliriously, 'and he wormed his 
finger around to probe slightly up inside the smooth rubbery passage. 

"Ooooooh! Aaagggghhhhh!" Barbara was totally confused by the sensual 
pleasure that streaked through her impassioned body. It was like she was 
being assaulted by two different objects at the same time. She felt his 
finger only pushing against the elastic-like opening to her rectum, and then 
his pleasure giving tongue inside her liquid filled cunt had slithered down 
lower and was suddenly flicking out at her anus. She wanted to scream in 
rapture as pleasures danced through her body like multiple explosions. 

"Oooohh . . . God . . . Cliff, don't! . .. Please . . . Oouuuuuu!" she said 
automatically, all the while raising her thighs up to his mouth as his 
tongue endeavored to harden and slip up inside her tiny puckered anus. 
"Oooohh! . .. Ooouuu!" she cried out, then falling back she felt the goose 
bumps cover her stomach and breasts. Her complete degradation was 
overwhelming her mind, her head tossing from side to side, while the 
horrible realization of losing control of herself continued to flood her 
mind. She sobbed in shame and humiliation as the pleasure giving tongue kept 
licking on and on, jumping from her pussy to her anus and back again with 
complete freedom, and her body began to shake with the raw nerve-ends of 
pleasure. She stopped fighting the intense delight she was experiencing, 
giving in to his lewd desires completely. 

She began to cry, but it was now for the body shattering fulfillment she had 
so long been denied . . . denied herself. She raised her desire-soaked loins 
to him, her only desire the submission to his slightest whim, and she ground 
her widespread, throbbing cunt shamelessly up against his face, revelling in 
the insane throes of lusting passion like a wild bitch in heat. There was no 
doubting the complete alteration in Barbara's attitude, and he took his oral 
fucking to task, wanting to bring her to climax with his tongue before he 
threw it to her with his aching cock. She had never submitted to his 
advances so completely before, and until that moment, he had just about 
given up ever making it totally with her. She was really hotter and wilder 
than he'd dared hoped for, and he knew for the first time in their marriage 
that he would get her all the way. 

Working his tongue furiously into the now wetly sucking depths of her cunt, 
he stroked and teased it until he had to come up for breath, then he bent 
down to it again. Her body began the deep slow agony of a building orgasm, 
and she twisted her head while moaning loudly. 

"Ooohhhhh! God! That's sooo goooooddd! Lick it harder, darling! Lick it 
harder!" She was only barely aware of what she was saying, as she had never 
before been so close to release in her life. She had always submitted her 
body to him with reluctance in the past, though sometimes she felt the 
sensations of sexual indulgence, but never to the point of explosive climax 
that she was nearing now. With his mouth sucking on her insanely wetly, 
seething pussy, she was experiencing for the first time the real flame of 
desire, and she writhed and jerked with faint mewls of rising passion from 
her wildly heaving chest, her face tensed with deep animalistic abandon. 

There! She felt that she was there! "Ooooohhh ... God! Please .. . Lick! Oh, 
lick it noooowwwwww!" she chanted as he screwed harder up between her open 
thighs with his maddeningly swirling tongue. She felt his hands teasing at 
every sensitive part of her body like hot fingers of flame; her breasts, 
rectum, clitoris, all aroused beyond the point of believability. Her cunt 
was pulling his tongue deeper and deeper into her, sucking and draining the 
warmth of his saliva, and she tingled from one end of her writhing body to 
the other. It was tremendous. . . Like she was soaring on a heavenly flight 
to outer space! Fabulous . .. Wild .. . Magnificent! 

He kept up the demanding pace as he was sure he was on the verge of final 
success when she finally screamed out her lusting passion. "Ooohhh, God! I'm 
. . . Yes .. . I'm going to cum! Yeessssss! Fmmmmmmm 
cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnnggggggg!" She jerked and heaved against her husband's 
hungrily sucking mouth, twisting wildly as the hot spasms of orgasm flooded 
through her body, carrying her to the heights of ecstasy. Juices from her 
flaming cunt gushed out of her omnivorously clasping passage to be sucked 
hungrily into her husband's mouth. She screamed her joy over and over, her 
body a new receptacle of erotically bursting desire. 

It was done, he thought, his self-congratulatory praise enlarged by the 
taste of Barbara's sex. She sank back onto the bed after a long moment, her 
body satiated from his tongue fucking, and slowly he raised his head up from 
her orgasm drenched cunt, a wide grin spread across his face. It was his 
turn now, and he was more than ready to begin. 

Opening her eyes to see the cum covered grin on her husband's face, she 
shifted her eyes down, not wanting to see the obvious glee of his conquest. 
She had been conquered finally and completely, her body betraying her true 
self. Her gaze fell on the dark triangle of his pubic hair, and she gasped 
as she saw the huge throbbing pole that stood straight out from his groin. 
It was bigger than she had ever seen it before, the blood-inflated head 
thicker and more menacing than she ever thought possible. She still couldn't 
understand that she had finally turned him on too. 

Seeing the look in her lust glazed eyes, Cliff realizedthat she was staring 
at his rock-hard cock, and he grasped it in his hand to stroke it. Her 
excitement had gotten him so excited that he was hotter than he'd been with 
her in years, and he knew that the size of his lust-engorged cock was 
frightening her. 

"I'm going to fuck you now!" he grinned excitedly, and he thrust his hips 
forward to emphasize his statement. 

She gaped at his giant cock in complete misery, her own naked body beneath 
him filling her with shame. She knew what she had been doing, and staring at 
the huge cock brought faint traces of desire to her body again. A new sense 
of wantonness was created in her being, and she looked at the tip of his 
huge cock, studying the. dilated slit, then shifted her eyes to look at the 
shaft, suddenly realizing what it could do to her. She was convinced that it 
would hurt her again in spite of her earlier arousal. 

"You .. . Your so big! I can't possibly take it, Cliff! Please!" There was 
no question in her mind about it. His cock looked like it would split her in 
two. 

"I'm going to fuck you better than you can possibly imagine! You're going to 
find out finally what it's like to have a big cock fucking into your cunt 
when it's really ready!" He watched for her reactions to his words, and he 
was excited by the changes in her expression with each lewd word issuing 
from his lips. He didn't care if she believed she would die from the size of 
his cock fucking into her, because then maybe she would find that much more 
pleasure. He laughed openly, then narrowed his eyes and looked down at her 
tight wet cunt. 

"I'm going to fuck it dog-style! Turn over!" 

"No!" She wasn't sure what he meant, but she was too frightened of his 
hugely throbbing cock to care. "I'm ... I can't do it! It's too big now! 
Pleaseeee!" Her last word was muffled by the bed as he turned her legs, 
forcing her to roll onto her stomach. 

"I'm going to fuck you from behind!" he repeated with finality, then he 
grabbed her by the waist, lifting her into a kneeling position that left her 
buttocks waving defensively up in the air behind her. 

She wasn't sure how to react, but the position he had forced her into made 
her feel terribly debased. It was like she was bent before him, an object of 
his lust and nothing more. And that angle of attack was certain to kill her, 
she had no doubt. His cock would positively tear her apart! Rolling forward, 
she looked back under her hugely, swaying tits to see his knees holding her 
legs wide apart. She saw the hairy sac holding his cum filled balls swinging 
freely beneath his hard male cock, and the thick purple head was pointing up 
between her thighs, the tip almost pressing into her moist pink pussy. 

"Take it in your hand, then guide it up inside!" he commanded. 

"Oh, God .. ." she moaned helplessly, and she reached back between her legs, 
wrapping her hand around the thick column of flesh. She could feel the blood 
flowing rapidly through the long rod, and fear consumed her mind as she felt 
the true enormity of his giant throbbing cock. 

"Damnit! I can't hold off forever! Do it now!" He squeezed the soft flesh of 
her inner thighs with his fingers, cruelly pulling them wide for an easier 
entrance into her tight little cunt. 

She was momentarily frozen with fear as she realized the predicament she was 
in, but she did as he demanded all the same. Guiding the hard, fleshy shaft 
into the passion drenched hole of her cunt, she moved the thick head to part 
her pubic hair and the softly throbbing lips of her vagina, and when it made 
contact with her excited clitoris, she felt a sensational shock of further 
pleasure coursing through her body. Sliding the huge head back slowly, she 
relished the warm, passion producing sensation figuring it would be the last 
before he split her helplessly kneeling body in two. 

"There!" she sobbed feeling the completeness of her humiliation. She had 
resigned herself to his demands, but she couldn't forgive him for the 
debasing slave-like position he was forcing her into. 

The warmth of her flesh around the head of his cock was like a key to the 
release of his emotions, and he thought he might cum before he ever got it 
up inside her waiting pussy. Shoving his hips forward with renewed urgency, 
he pressed his cock against the tightly restricting passage to her belly, 
and the thick head popped inside and sank slowly into the tight warmth of 
the fearfully quivering little hole between her thighs. 

"Ooohhhhhh!" she moaned helplessly. Her face was mashed down against the 
mattress as she lurched away from the giant mercilessly throbbing rod 
driving into her loins, but Cliff held her tightly to him with his hands on 
her hips. Pushing again, he drove the mammoth column an inch inside her 
tiny, fearfully palpitating opening, the tight wetness like a teasing warmth 
around the sensitive head. 

"Oooooohhhhh ... I can't. . . It's too . . . Pleaseeeeee! Cliff! Oh God, I 
CAN'T!" 

He slowly continued the impalement into her soft yielding cuntal depths, 
ignoring her pleas for mercy as he was anxious to have his throbbing cock 
totally wrapped by the warm wet walls of her proud little cunt. Inch by inch 
he thrust his way into her, slowly filling her virgin-like passage with the 
lust-hardened length of his huge male column. She felt as though she was 
being stretched to the bursting point by his entry, and she could clearly 
feel every wrinkle and edge of the massive cock through the sensitive walls 
of her cock-stretched pussy. He was still for a moment then, like he was 
considering a reprieve, but after a second he suddenly flexed his hardness 
at the same time lurching all the way up into her belly. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!" She whined more from the surprise than the pain, as her 
passage was slowly but surely becoming accustomed to the mammoth cock. Her 
piteous whimper, in spite of her initial fear, was soon changing into low, 
involuntary groans of pleasure. Then he thrust even deeper into her nakedly 
open cunt, the tip of his cock striking hard against her cervix She grunted, 
feeling the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the crevice of her 
buttocks, and at the last of his probe, his balls swung forward to slap 
noisily up between the flesh of her soft inner thighs. He couldn't wait for 
a moment to give her a chance to adjust to his size, and he immediately 
began fucking in and out of her tightly clenched passage, the long hard 
strokes pounding deep up inside her womb, striking her cervix relentlessly. 

He stared down at her slavishly kneeling form, her buttocks grinding back 
sensuously to his driving rhythm, her smoothly hollowing back sloping down 
whitely to the loosely scattered reddish hair of her flailing head. She was 
more sensual than he had ever seen her before, and it made the sperm in his 
balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to hurry and give the ultimate 
physical joy. 

"Ooohhhhh! Ooohhhhh! Oooooooohhhh!" She began to chant in time to his long 
hard strokes. She felt every inch of his giant cock as it slid smoothly up 
into her tightly clasping passage to hit bottom, then like a bouncing ball 
suddenly returning to the beginning of the newly awakened passage. She 
fucked back shamelessly now, raising her buttocks up to each of hid downward 
strokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him as deep up inside her 
hungrily milking pussy as was possible. Nothing else mattered except the 
pleasure-giving cock in the flaming passage of her cunt that pulsated with 
hungry abandon. There was no longer any morals, pride or shame, but instead 
only the ultimate lusting desire of being fucked until she could no longer 
move! 

"Yes, darling! Do it! Give it to meeee!" she shouted as her sexual frenzy 
took full control. 

"What? Do what?" he demanded, squeezing his fingers into the soft flesh of 
her ass cheeks to force his wife to submit fully to his lewd sexual assault. 

"Ooouuuu . . . Fuck me... Fuck me, darling ... Fuck me . .." She let the 
lewd answer stream out of her mouth, knowing full well it was what he wanted 
her to say. The idea of her transformation into a wild sexual wanton was in 
itself exciting to her, and she wiggled her buttocks back against the 
plunging fleshy column of his lust hardened male cock with crazed abandon. 
It was a new passion she had not realized possible, the very pleasure of it 
magnified a thousand-fold by the lascivious tongue, fucking she had received 
a few moments earlier. Nothing had ever been like that before. Each downward 
stroke of his hotly searing cock was like a thousand thrills of delight, and 
his sperm-laden balls slapped noisly with flat, fleshy smacking sounds up 
between her desperately straining thighs to add to her pleasure. It was 
exhilarating. 

She looked back under her full, lewdly dancing tits to see her soft reddish 
pubic hair and her tightly clenched cunt beneath it being split wide by the 
driving column of male flesh. His huge cock seemed to withdraw until only 
the very tip of him remained inside her pussy, then it would smoothly-drive 
back up into the position slickened channel, the wet, uneven lips of her 
cunt clasping at it hungrily until it completely filled the tiny pulsating 
hole. His pubic hair was tickling excitedly into the naked crevice of her 
buttocks with each hard, buttock flattening thrust, and she felt a tingling 
sensation that seemed to travel all the way up to the tips of her bouncing 
tips. Her cunt was being plowed apart with long hard thrusts of his cock, 
and she could feel the joy of it all around her salaciously grinding loins. 

What had happened to change his wife into the hotly fucking little bitch she 
was now was no. longer of any concern to Cliff. All that really mattered was 
the way she was hungrily grinding her ass back against his driving prick. He 
held her tightly, pulling her buttocks to his groin with violent strength, 
then pushing her away again as he rhythmically fucked into her. He wanted to 
make her scream with the pleasure of his cock, beg him to pump his hot 
sticky cum deep inside her belly until she had milked him completely dry. 
Her cunt was like hot melted butter around his hotly throbbing cock, the 
slickly pulsating walls feeling every part of it like a massaging, rippling 
wave. It was tight, and he fought off the growing urge in the tip of his 
thundering cock, not wanting to cum until she had screamed out her own 
orgasm. 

"Oooooouuuuuu! Uuupppppmmmmmhhhh!" She moaned as his cock pounded her open 
pussy mercilessly. She struggled with her breathing, gasping again and again 
as her face was pushed mercilessly into the soft mattress by his lunging 
force. 

Releasing his grip on her hips, Cliff fixed his eyes on the white smoothly 
undulating globes of her ass, then dug his fingers into the narrow curving 
crevice, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart. The small brownish-pink hole 
of her tiny, rhythmically flexing anus was clearly visible to his line of 
view, and it seemed to be gasping and sucking at his groin as he pushed hard 
against it. Working his finger down into the nakedly exposed crevice, he 
placed his middle finger tip against the tightly puckered hole, and then he 
began to work it into the tight, elastic-like flesh. 

"Ooooooh! Cliff! Oh God w-what are you doing? Ooouuuuuuu!" She was confused 
by the mixed sensations she was feeling as she grunted helplessly, but 
involuntarily, her passion overcoming her revulsion, she raised her ass to 
the worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hotly throbbing 
rectal passage. The tight restricting anal muscle suddenly popped open to 
let the digit enter, and at first she felt nothing but dull pain. He 
accommodated her lust by shoving his middle finger deep into her hot wanting 
rectum, and as she became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, she felt 
pleasure. 

"Uuuuggghhhh! Ooouu! Ooooouuuuuuu!" She grunted over and over as she tried 
to take the turning, rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back against it at 
the same time she tried to absorb more of his warm throbbing cock deep into 
her screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard in the smooth rubbery 
passage until he could shove it no further, and she screamed out her ecstasy 
of pleasure-pain. He could feel his skewering cock through the thin wall of 
flesh that separated her rectum from her cuntal passage as he wormed his 
finger around the depths of her hot rectum, and each twist made his wife 
scream a muffled cry down into the mattress. 

She writhed abandonly, driving and grinding her ass back against the two 
impaling instruments, her tortured backside now an inferno of sexual 
pleasure. The slamming sensations wracked her body into wildly contorted 
jerks and spasms as she felt the mounting ultimate sensation deep within her 
churning, boiling womb. She was going to come again! 

"Ooooooohhhh.. . Oooohhhh . .. Oooohhhh!" Barbara's gasps were like a signal 
to her husband fucking her from behind, and he felt the walls of her fully 
aroused pussy begin to seep wetly with the warmth of her orgasm. Shoving 
forward with all the strength he contained, he drove his cock and finger as 
deep as he possibly could into the twin passages, working furiously to bring 
her to the heights of her climax. She screwed her loins back against his 
hammering cock like a wanton bitch in heat, and she jerked and bounced 
crazily on the squeaking bed. 

"Ooooooohhhh ... I'm... God! I'm going to . . . Again! I'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 
cummmmmmiiiiinnggggg!" 

She pushed her buttocks back hard against his groin as she felt the 
fantastic rush of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her 
belly. The heat of her fire flooded out of her contracting cunt like a 
raging river of hot pleasure, clasping and squeezing around the thick fleshy 
column of lust buried hard against the base of her insanely jerking belly. 
Her kneeling convulsing body was like an aphrodisiac drugged whore gone mad, 
her cunt sucking feverishly on his cock, while even her asshole expanded and 
clenched at his worming finger all the way up to the palm of his hand. 

She was more wild than any woman he had ever had, and he fucked into her 
with the growing satisfaction of her spasmodic climax And suddenly, the 
surging waves of his own hot white sperm Mt like a boiling explosion in his 
balls, and the wildly erupting sensation traveling upon the full length of 
his long, rhythmically jerking cock sent him into wild uncontrolled ecstasy. 
He was lost in the incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first 
quick burst of cum shot from the tip of his deeply-buried cock to jet deep 
up into the cavern of her openly quivering belly. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" She screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her 
cunt like a stabbing series of hot nuclear explosions. The sensation was 
more engrossing than anything she had ever imagined, and she bucked back 
insanely against the spewing male column, grunting out her pleasure. His 
cock fired again and again, filling her belly to the bursting point, and the 
walls of her cunt began clasping and unclasping around the rigid fleshy 
column, mEking it hungrily of all the heated male fluid it contained. 

Their mixed orgasmic juices gushed wetly around the hairy base of his cock, 
spilling out against their tightly locked genitals in huge floods of moistly 
heated liquid. The mutual climax seemed to go on forever as they bucked and 
bounced together on the tortuously groaning bed, her screams of joy echoing 
crazily around the room. Finally, her semen-drained husband fell forward, 
pushing her flat on the bed, his tired body falling heavily on top of her 
satiated body while his slowly deflating cock remained buried deep inside 
her cum-filled womb. 

It was several minutes before Barbara was able to put together all the 
events of the evening that led up to her wild pagan surrender. Her mind was 
a mass of confused thoughts as she felt the dying spasms of her climax still 
rumbling in her belly. She had been fucked good, there was no question about 
it, and she had allowed her body to get the better of her mind. Yet, in 
spite of all the pleasure she had taken for her conquered body, she was 
still left with a conflict in her mind. She had permitted herself to be 
debased like an animal, even screaming for the unnatural invasion of her 
rectum by her husband's finger! It was important she maintain her part of 
the new effort in their marriage, but she couldn't conceive of it requiring 
her to accept such lewd assaults as she was just subjected to. 

There was no denying the intense pleasure she had received, but she had 
horrible thoughts of the same debasing act occurring again and again, even 
when her son Paul was home for the summer. That would be too horrible to 
even think about! Her husband felt limp and heavy on her back, his limply 
pulsating cock still inside her cum-filled pussy, and she grunted to let him 
know she wanted him off. He was breathing heavily as he rolled from her 
body, his cock slipping wetly from her sperm drenched cunt as a lewd 
reminder of her final debasement. 

 Chapter Three 

"Listen, Paul, I need you to help me out tonight. Really good deal!" Tom 
Anderson said. "You know my cousin over in Scarsdale, don't you? I've told 
you about him, haven't I?" 

Paul nodded without speaking, his mind working over the possible problems 
Tom could cause him that evening. He was always pestering him about 
something, and Paul was reluctant to even discuss anything with him. 

"I just talked to him on the phone, Paul. He's having a party at his 
apartment tonight, and there's two extra broads gonna be there! He told me I 
could come if I brought along a friend! Can you go with me?" He was trying 
his best to make his explanation as brief as possible, but it was hard for 
him to contain the excitement he felt. "Man, you can't believe what this'll 
mean! He, my cousin, has really wild parties sometimes ... I mean the real 
stuff, Paul.' Ballin' and Boozin', everything!" 

Paul was wondering why Tom was asking him to the party, especially since 
they were not really very-good friends. But then he remembered that most of 
the boys would be confined to the school grounds, as was always the rule 
just before finals. He could leave because he was one of the few with high 
enough grades, and he supposed that was the reason Tom was inviting him. 

"Aren't you restricted to the campus?" Paul asked, reminding Tom that he was 
a superior student. He knew that Tom would cut out no matter what the rules 
said. 

"Fuck man! For this party I'd go right through the damn walls! I'm telhn, 
you Paul, this could really be hot!" He grinned, knowing that his words were 
getting through to Paul, even though he was giving off the superior routine. 
He was very much aware of the fact that Paul was as horny for a chick as he 
was. 

"How do I know I won't be stuck with some dog." Paul groaned, as if he 
always had some really sharp girls on tap. But his mind was going like crazy 
as he wondered if he might finally have the chance to get laid. It was damn 
disgusting to still be a virgin at the age of sixteen, but that was one of 
the "benefits" of going to an all boy's boarding school. 

"My cousin said that no one comes with anyone else! He said they leave the 
pairing to the proper vibes! You know! Whoever digs who! Man, I tell you 
when my cousin talks like that, its got to be one of those special parties! 
You got to come, Paul! This is the first one he's invited me to, and he said 
he wouldn't let me in if I didn't bring one of the oldest guys I know!" Tom 
was really pleading now, and Paul stopped walking to face him directly. 

"Hell, what can I lose? O.K." 

"Whooooopppiiieeeee!" 

"Wait a minute, damnit!" Paul had to yell after Tom, as he was already 
running toward the dorms. "What time is it tonight?" 

Tom stopped, then walked back to him as if he was about to reveal a 
mysterious secret. He put one hand to the side of his face, but he spoke 
just as loud as he had been talking before. "After dinner. .. I'll make my 
break! Shit, you can just sign out, so I'll have to meet you down the road 
from the front gate. My roomy will cover for me when the old man makes the 
bed check." 

"So how do we get to Scarsdale?" 

"Oh yeah. You call a cab, then have him wait down the road if I'm not 
already there when you come out." 

Paul nodded his acceptance in spite of the grimace he made, and then he too 
had to run to get to his biology meeting on time. He had a hard time paying 
attention to the teacher that afternoon, as his thoughts were pre-occupied 
with the coming evening. He knew that he should study with finals coming the 
following week, and he was really only interested in getting through the 
exams so he could take off for home and vacation. His letter from his mother 
about the boating trip sounded great, and he really couldn't wait to get 
going on the trip. Anything was a welcome change from the drudgery of the 
boarding school, and the more he thought about it, the less likely any real 
fun at the party that night seemed possible. Tom was ninety percent full of 
bull, as far as Paul was concerned, and he had little reason to believe half 
of the things he was told that afternoon. In fact it was entirely possible 
that Tom was only telling him the whole story in order to get the cab ride 
into town. Then too, there was always the slim possibility that it was all 
true, and Paul became excited as evening drew near. 

It might just happen, after all the unsuccessful times with the girls from 
the dancing school, that he would really have the chance to make it. By the 
time dinner was served in the dining hall, Paul was beginning to think he 
would cry from the tension of waiting to go, but he knew they were all dogs. 
He ate little of the meal, as was typical of all the boys on any Friday 
night, but that night, he had even better reason than the lousy food. His 
stomach was turning around from the tension of waiting to go, but he knew 
that there was no point in rushing out of the school grounds when he had to 
give Tom time to sneak off campus. Leaving the grounds was relatively easy 
on most Friday nights, as so few of the boys were restricted most weekends. 
But with the final exam rules in force, the majority of the students were 
required to stay on the grounds, which meant that the honor patrol was out 
in force. These were the students that didn't mind finking on other 
students, and they like everyone else knew the best way to sneak off campus 
was through the woods. Paul was sure that Tom would not have an easy time of 
it, and he found himself wishing that he could help "spring" him. That way 
at least he would be assured of getting to the party. 

Leaving the dining hall after only pushing his dinner from one side of the 
plate to the other, Paul went to his dorm room to shower and change. He 
moved quickly, his impatience getting the better of him, and it took ten 
minutes before he was dressed and ready to go. He checked his appearance in 
the large door mirror, pleased that he looked much older than his actual 
sixteen years. He was big for his age standing a full six feet tall and 
broad shouldered. His dark hair was wavy and a little long, and contrasted 
with his tanned complexion to help give him his rugged look. He was 
extremely handsome, and wouldn't have any trouble attracting the opposite 
sex, if only there were any of them around! 

He walked up to the main building where the sign out sheet was kept, and he 
felt angered at seeing a large number of younger students heading out 
towards the woods. He knew they were looking out for "escapees", and he had 
visions of them catching up with Tom. The worst part of that would be the 
fare he'd be stuck with from keeping the cab driver waiting for Tom to show. 
The thought of it made him angry, so he took his time signing out, even 
pausing to look through a magazine before he finally called for a cab. 

He wanted to be damn sure Tom had time to get off the campus, as he'd 
decided not to wait in the cab if Tom wasn't waiting down the road. He was 
even more disturbed when the taxi showed up in only five minutes. Usually 
when he and some of his classmates were in a hurry to get into town to see a 
movie, the cabs took at least fifteen minutes to get to the school, but that 
night when he wanted to waste time, the cab arrived immediately. 

Paul was beginning to think he should have said "no" to Tom and left it at 
that. The cab had driven only a hundred yards down the road when Paul 
spotted Tom standing just off the shoulderP He told the driver to pull over 
and pick him up, and in a second, his friend was sliding into the seat next 
to him. 

"Christ! What took you so damn long! I've been waiting for a damn hour!" Tom 
yelled as he settled back in the seat. Paul had to look at his face to see 
that he was serious. 

"Didn't think you'd make it out so fast. The honors were swarming.all over 
the place. How'd you make it?" Paul was really surprised he'd made it out at 
all, but after he'd asked the question, he thought better of it. He knew he 
was asking for a long explanation. 

"Shit, man! Easy! I always just walk out through the main gate! The honors 
are too stupid to think of that one!" Tom answered, and he began to laugh 
openly. 

Paul discovered a new respect for his party companion, and he joined him in 
the laughter. It was a great relief to be able to relax on the drive into 
Scarsdale, though both of them would admit their laughter was covering 
nervousness. 

With severe questioning, Paul was able to discover that Tom knew little more 
than he'd already told about the party, so in some ways it was a relief to 
know they were both going in blind. 

He learned that Tom's cousin was from his father's side of the family, and 
apparently Tom knew little about his cousin as well. He told Paul that he 
never would have met his cousin if he hadn't just happened to live near the 
school, and Paul didn't know whether to be nervous or relieved to discover 
that Tom had only seen him once before that night. 

"How the hell old is he?" Paul questioned, and he was a bit startled by 
Tom's apparent lack of knowledge when it came to his family history. 

"His twenties, I guess! Hell, I don't know, man! He's just a guy, that's 
all! Who the fuck cares if he helps in getting us laid?" 

Paul was somewhat surprised by the size of the apartment compelx where the 
driver lef them, and he again found himself getting angry with Tom when he 
asked which aparment. 

"I don't know, man! He never told me." 

"Well, what's his name, damnit! There must be a directory or mailboxes in 
this joint!" 

"Gary something!" 

"You mean you don't even know his last name?" Paul yelled incredulously. 

"He's a cousin on my father's side! I told you that already! Tom answered, 
indignant over Paul's challenging look. 

"Great! So how do we find this so called party? 

And another thing, speaking of this party ... Since you don't even know your 
cousin's last name, how is it you know so much about his "famous" parties. 
Ballin' n boozin'! Ha!" Paul was really getting madder by the moment as he. 
thought about all the things Tom had told him. He was really feeling 
disappointed as he'd felt so close to actually getting with a chick. 

"Well, I admit some of it was hearsay, but I happen to believe it all! Come 
on, we can find the party by listening for the noise!" Tom stated, a hurt 
tone in his voice. 

"O.K. damnit! We've come this far... Let's check the mailboxes for a Gary 
before we go wandering into the wrong place." 

They both ran over the names that were still readable under a long row of 
bronze mailboxes, and after checking through for a second time, they finally 
settled on a Gary Connes in apartment 601. When they found that number, they 
hesitated at the door, listening for the sounds of a party. It was quiet, 
too quiet, but after a brief discussion, Tom decided to try it anyway. 

"If it's the wrong place, maybe they'll know where another Gary lives in 
this joint!" 

They both were startled when the door opened suddenly making a snapping 
noise from the chain that held it from opening further. Paul pushed 

Tom toward the door, glad to let him do all the talking. It turned out it 
wasn't necessary, as someone spoke from the darkness of the apartment. 

"Tom! I see you brought a friend. Good!" 

The door closed again, then re-opened with the chain removed, and behind it 
was a tall, sloppily dressed man in his twenties. Paul strained a little to 
see beyond the man, and he caught glimpses of other people in the apartment 
milling around. 

"Hi, Gary! Cousin Gary, ths is Paul Nelson!" Tom said in a newly confident 
tone. It was as if he'e discovered the mysteries of outer space. 

"Yeah, howdy Paul. Come on in outta the cold ... into the cool!" 

A riduculous statement, Paul thought, but as he walked into the apartment 
behind Tom, he understood what the man meant. The only light in the large, 
well furnished room was coming from a few exotic type candles placed 
strategically around. The room was three or four times larger than he would 
have guessed from the outside, as it turned into a large "L" with an expanse 
of balcony along the large part. It was certainly the largest living room in 
ah apartment that Paul had ever seen, and he figured it had to be at least 
fifty feet long. At the corner of the "L" was an open counter that served as 
a bar, and Gary led the two of them straight there. Paul was mosty 
interested in the supposed extra girls at the party, and he was very pleased 
to see several rather striking young women as he followed Gary to the bar. 
Yet, his eyes were not able to fully penetrate the darkness of the larger 
part of the room, and he was anxious to see what was going on there. It 
looked vaguely like a group of couples were stretched out on the floor, and 
the thought that Tom might have been right after all made his heart pound. 

"Pour what you want, and feel free to mingle!" Gary said waving his hand 
over a vast collection of liquor bottles. Then he walked away from them, 
leaving them to fend for themselves. 

"I get the impression he doesn't want to be bothered with us," Paul said in 
a low voice to Tom, but he was laughing under his breath as he spoke. He 
felt much better if he was untended in a place like that. 

"I confess that I did sort of con him into inviting me here tonight," Tom 
said a little sheepisly. 

It suddenly occurred to Paul that the "extra" girls might have been a 
fabrication too. "Don't tell me you made the whole thing up? Why did you 
need me to come?" 

"No! I didn't make it up! There are supposed to be plenty of girls here! 
Christ, just look around!" 

Tom replied defensively. 

"Plenty of men too! That still doesn't answer my question, damnit!" Paul was 
really getting angry, and he was contemplating leaving right then. 

"All right. Gary was afraid I'd get drunk or something, so he insisted I 
bring someone else from the school in case I needed help getting back. .. 
Some cousin, he wouldn't take the trouble himself!" 

"Damn!" 

"Come on Paul! The party looks great from here. There's nothing to stop us 
from scoring something! Have a drink, the booze is free anyway," Tom 
whispered. He was acting like nothing was different, and in some ways 
nothing was. His earlier description of his cousin had been uncannily 
accurate, even though he didn't know it at the time. 

Paul looked over the collection of liquor, then not knowing what was what, 
he picked up the nearest bottle of scotch. Putting some ice-cubes into a 
large tumbler, he filled the glass with straight scotch, then turned and 
walked into the larger half of the room leaving Tom standing by the bar. 

He was angry with the while setup, as he didn't like going anywhere under 
false pretenses, even if things happened to be pretty much as they'd been 
described. His eyes had become somewhat adjusted to the darkened room, and 
without looking to the side, he headed straight out onto the-balcony through 
an open glass door. He wasn't surprised to see the balcony deserted, and he 
was in fact relieved that he could be alone for a few minutes. He wanted to 
think things out before leaving the party. One thing was certain, he wasn't 
going to listen to anything Tom had to say again. 

It was almost summer, but the night air was damp, and a low fog was hanging 
over the city. It was thick enough to block out whatever view there was from 
the balcony, but Paul walked along its full length, counting his steps to 
help in his estimate to the living room length. If his stride was three feet 
long, he concluded that his original estimate was off by as much as ten 
feet. That room in the apartment was really big! He looked in toward the 
room where the drapes had been pulled apart. He was standing near the end of 
the balcony, and on the apartment side the windows ran the full length 
except at one place in the center. It was seeing that short expanse of wall 
that reminded Paul of having seen two fireplaces in the long room, and he 
leaned closer to the window to see if he had actually been correct. That 
would answer his question about the size of the apartment, as he would then 
be sure that it was two places opened out into one. He was looking to spot 
fireplaces, but what he saw through the window in the dull light of the room 
was more than he'd expected. 

"God damn?" Paul exclaimed out loud before he could stop himself. Just on 
the other side of the floor to ceiling window was a couple stretched out on 
the floor. They hadn't appeared out of the ordinary at first, but then Paul 
realized he was witnessing a very intimate act. A girl who's face he 
couldn't see for her long, blonde hair was kneeling over the prostrate shape 
of a boy. Her knees were straddling either side of the boy's head, and she 
was kneeling down over his body, her long hair dangling down in the area of 
his groin. It was the up and down movements of her head that told Paul what 
she was doing, and he also realized that the boy was pushing his fingers up 
into the young girl's open pussy. Her short skirt kept shifting up over her 
firmly rounded young ass-cheeks as she become more and more absorbed in her 
work, and in only a split second that seemed a century, he saw the naked 
flesh of the girl's behind! 

Stepping back from the window, Paul took a large gulp from his glass, the 
hot searing liquid almost making him choke as it burned it's way down his 
nervously constricted throat. He felt terribly guilty for having looked into 
the window although he had no idea he would be looking in on such a lewd sex 
scene. He could feel his temples pounding with his racing blood as the full 
impact of what he was seeing hit him. The girl was sucking the boy's cock 
with her mouth, there was no doubt about it, and at the same time, the guy 
was playing his fingers around inside the girl's cunt! They were performing 
a "sixty-nine" on each other! 

The temptation was too great to resist, even though he knew it was wrong to 
spy' on other people, but Paul reasoned that they were doing it in public 
anyway, so why shouldn't he look? The thought of watching a girl sucking 
another boy off was enough to make his own cock tingle with excitement, and 
he took another large sip of his scotch as he felt the erection slowly 
starting in his pants. Making a quick check on the balcony to be sure that 
he was still alone, Paul again moved toward the window, trying to act like 
he was looking in for a perfectly innocent reason. 

He told himself that he was looking for the fireplace again, and when he was 
close enough to see the couple, he was relieved to discover that they were 
still completely engrossed in their sexual act. They were far too busy to 
notice him looking in through the window, so he stayed glued to'the spot, 
his eyes straining to see in the semi-darkness. The girl's long, blonde hair 
was pushed back out of the way now. and it was possible to see her lewd 
sucking motions clearly. She had one hand wrapped tightly around the thick 
base of the boy's erectly standing cock which protruded from his open fly. 
She was pumping with her hand while her head bobbed up and down, taking 
nearly three quarters of the length into her widely ovaled lips. Her eyes 
were open and glazed with lust as she sucked and licked at the huge column 
of flesh protruding from her mouth. Paul was amazed that she was capable of 
taking such great length into her mouth, and he was sure the throbbing male 
cock was thrusting too deeply into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and 
filled-out as her head worked teasingly up and down, and the blood-filled 
cock was left with white, bloodless streaks where her teeth had forced the 
blood away from the surface. Her lips were rolling in and out leaving slight 
traces of lipstick as she worked with greater and greater intensity, pulling 
and sucking at the lust stiffened cock like it contained some delicious 
honeyed nectar that she desperately had to suck from it. 

Paul could almost feel her warmly, clasping mouth around his own cock, and 
he had to shift his gaze to the girl's sensuously grinding buttocks to keep 
from going out of his mind. The sight of the round firm globes above the 
guy's face was no less erotic, as he had raised his mouth up between the 
smooth white thighs, his tongue flicking out at the pinkly glistening, 
valley of the girl's soft, hair-lined pussy. Her clitoris was erect and 
throbbing with sexual excitement as the boy's tongue lashed across it again 
and again. The hair-lined slit of her cunt was held slightly apart by his 
fingers, and the tight, moistly clenching opening was completely visible to 
Paul's widely bulging eyes. The boy was assaulting the girl with his wetly 
swirling tongue, probing in and out of the tiny, visibly throbbing little 
hole in an animalistic rhythm of lust. With his other hand, the man had the 
smooth white crevice of her firm young ass-cheeks spread apart, and Paul 
shuddered as he watched the boy push his finger against the tiny, 
brownish-pink opening of the girl's anus. 

At first, the man was only teasing at the tightly puckered little opening, 
but then as if suddenly angered by something, he ground his finger hard up 
into the elasticaiiy yielding entrance, nearly half the length of his digit 
disappearing into the painfully stretching depths of the girl's rectum. Paul 
was certain he could hear the girl moan soulfully around the pistoning cock 
locked tightly in her mouth from the pain she had to feel, but when he 
glanced over at the girl's face, he was startled to see that she was sucking 
on its pulsing hardness with even greater urgency. 

She was like nothing he'd ever seen before in his life, her entire body a 
sensual mass of sexual pleaure twisting and churning lasciviously over the 
horizontally lying boy. Their mutual pleasure seemed to increase ten-fold 
with each passing second as they performed their lewd oral fucking just a 
few feet away from him. 

Paul was totally absorbed by the sensual image before him, and the lewd 
connection of the two people making his blood swirl wildly through his body, 
igniting a lust he had never before known. His cock ached to be set free 
from his confining pants, and he wanted to go right through the window to 
join the couple in their bizarre sexual dance. It took all of his strength 
to just keep on his feet or he would have pulled his cock out of his pants 
and masturbated right there on the balcony. 

"Whatever you're looking at must be -terribly interesting!" 

The soft, feminine voice from behind him was like a shot in the back, and 
Paul had to think quick to keep from jumping straight up when he heard it. 
His mind was whirling as he tried to decipher the words he'd heard, and 
after a split second, he straightened up, turning slowly-toward the source 
of the voice. He did it slowly to keep the view through the window blocked, 
as he knew whoever was there on the balcony with him, was nobody he knew. As 
he turned, he saw a young girl leaning back against the balcony railing, and 
in the mist of the low fog, she looked like a vision from another world. 

"I'm sorry," Paul said slowly, trying to regain his usual manner. "Were you 
speaking to me?" She was beautiful, and he was sure that his composure was 
finished the moment he looked into her eyes. 

"You're the only other person out here." 

For a moment Paul thought it was all in his imagination, but when he saw the 
girl's eyes moving over his body as if to inspect him, he was glad for the 
darkness. He knew the lump in his pants had to be plainly visible under 
normal lighting conditions, and he hoped that the girl wouldn't notice it 
there on the balcony. Something about her made him want to say everything 
just right. 

"Yes, I guess I am .. . But, where did you come from?" He studied her 
appearance, wanting to convince himself that she was actually a real person. 
Her hair was long and full, like great golden strands cascading down around 
a beautiful oval face. Even in the darkness he could see that it was blonde 
in color, and the contrast it created with her smooth white skin made her 
all the lovelier to look at. Her figure was perfect, an hour-glass shape 
that was accented in a pure, yet sensual manner by her stance. There was no 
doubting that every part of her body was real, a collection of womanly flesh 
so perfect, that he wanted to go and touch it. When she spoke, her voice 
semed to drift across the space between them like gentle waves silently 
lapping at the shore. 

"Here ... This party .. . This world," she answered, her pleasant smile like 
an indication that she was reading his mind. "My name is Marcia . . ." 

Paul was suddenly reminded of the couple on the other side of the window, 
and he moved toward the girl, feeling that he had to protect her from such 
lewd and indecent an act. He was sure that she would never understand such 
barbaric behavior in love-making. 

"Then you are real," Paul said in his low voice. He approached her until he 
was just a few feet from where she stood. "My name is Paul Nelson. What a 
wonderful pleasure to meet you here." 

Marcia only smiled in. answer to his compliment, then she motioned behind 
him with her eyes, as if to ask again about his curiosity. She knew that it 
would be the one thing to put him on edge. 

Without turning around Paul stared straight at her, convinced that he had to 
cover both his, and the couples indiscretions. "I've never seen such a large 
living room in an apartment before. I've concluded that the presence of two 
fireplaces indicates the removal of a wall. This had to be two apartments to 
begin with!" Paul spoke as if lecturing on the subject of investigations, 
and in spite of his rattled state, he sounded quite convincing. "That's the 
extent of my involvement with this party . . . This far!" he added with a 
wink. He couldn't help thinking about having this voluptuous young girl, 
Marcia's mouth around his cock, just like the girl inside was doing to the 
man. His cock was still erect, and he hoped it wasn't too obvious. Holding 
up his glass, he rattled the ice-cubes against the sides. "Mine's empty . . 
. can I fix you a drink?" He hoped a change of subject would make her forget 
about the window. 

Marcia smiled knowingly, then moved closer to him, until her body was almost 
touching his. "There's going to be a movie inside ... If we hurry we can get 
a comfortable seat," she said, and taking his arm, she half led, half 
followed him to the sliding door. 

Not sure what to think about" the sudden closeness of the sexy girl, Paul 
went along with her, but he was disgusted about the idea of seeing home 
movies. He was more interested in looking at her. They walked first back to 
the bar where Paul mixed up two large drinks, then hurrying at Marcia's 
insistence, they moved into the large living room toward the far wall. 

Paul was afriad of coming upon the couple he'd watched through the window 
from the balcony, but he was surprised to discover that several couples were 
lounging around in the darkness, many of them in close contact with one 
another, yet none that he noticed were actually engaged in sex. Some were 
talking in low whispering voices, while the others seemed to be drinking and 
smoking, and nothing more. There was a lot of smoke in the room, but it had 
a sweet scent that he found not at all unpleasant. Just breathing made him 
feel light-headed, and he followed Marcia to a place she designated as a 
comfortable viewing spot, as if in a daze. He was pleased to find that the 
spot she'd selected was at the side of the large room, away from most of the 
other people. There was a large round lounging sofa with high padded sides 
encircling half of it, and she casually sat down on it, motioning for him to 
join her there. 

"You said comfortable, and I see you meant it," he stated as he stretched 
out on the lounging sofa next to her. "All we need now is the popcorn!" 

Marcia stretched out on her side so that she was facing him, and she held up 
her drink like a sign. "We have this, and a cozy spot... Isn't that enough?" 
she questioned in a low, sexy voice. 

He took a quick sip of his drink as his heart began to pound wildly. It was 
too good to be true! She was so sexy and friendly, it almost seemed as if 
she was propositioning him. God damn, maybe she was! On the balcony it had 
seemed like she knew what he was watching through the window. Maybe she had 
come out there on purpose, just to get alone with him? He wanted to believe 
that, but he thought he'd better play it cool. Otherwise, he risked the 
possibility of blowing the whole scene with the beautiful young thing. 

"I could get along without this," he announced holding up the drink, as if 
to imply that she was enough to make him happy. Then he took another long 
sip of the liquor, waiting for the heated high that would help maintain his 
courage. "Same goes for the movie!" 

"Oh? I think you might like it!" she replied. 

"Have you seen it before?" 

"Yes, it's one of Gary's favorites. He runs it at most of his parties." She 
moved closer to him, her expression a cat-like, grin, and he was sure she 
knew something that he too would like to know. Suddenly she put her mouth 
close to his ear and twisted her body so that her full rounded breasts were 
pressing into his side. He could feel the hardened nipples right through the 
material of her sweater, and her scent was like an aphrodisiac when the 
faint lilac smell reached his nostrils. He was sure she wasn't wearing any 
bra under her sweater, and he thought of how her firm young breasts might 
look naked, when her breathy voice tickled sensually at his ear. "It turns 
me onnnnnn!" she whispered. "Really turns me on!" 

She moved back then, almost as if to say she wasn't ready yet, but Paul was 
still unscrambling the whirling thoughts in his mind, and he hardly noticed. 
For a moment he thought he'd heard her wrong, but then he was convinced that 
she said it turned her on. What kind of a movie would do that, he wondered? 
And, if she was turned on, did that mean. . . ? 

He was about to pursue the subject further, and he turned to face Marcia 
when he heard someone from the far end of the room announce the film was 
about to begin. Several people began to shift around to face a screen that 
was set up about ten feet from where he and Marcia were stretched out. It 
struck him as being odd that so many of the party-goers were interested in a 
movie, and it was only then that Paul began to put it all together in his 
mind. 

"Did I compliment you on your choice of seats:" he asked her jokingly. Her 
face was not more than a foot away from his, and he wanted more than 
anything else to lean toward her and kiss her full, lipstick reddened lips, 
but she put her finger up to her mouth, then motioned toward the screen. 

"Ssshhhh! In a minute . . . After the movie's started!" she said 
cryptically. 

It was as if she was reading his mind, he thought, but he looked toward the 
screen, anticipating some great revelation. He wasn't really sure what it 
was she was promising him, but her looks and actions told him that he 
wouldn't be disappointed that evening. 

 Chapter Four 

After initial flickering of light on the screen, there was a brief moment of 
blackness with hissing noises from the sound track. Then a picture faded in 
of the face of a beautiful brunette girlin full color. The girl's eyelids 
were blinking several times as her eyes shifted back and forth rapidly. The 
camera angle changed to reveal a book held up in front of the girl's face. 
The shot was so close in that only her face and the book were visible on the 
scree. Her pink tongue was licking across her lips as she read, and there 
was the faintest motion, indicating that parts of her body off the screen 
were moving. Again the camera angle changed to another close-up of the 
girl's pretty face, and her eyes seemed to-be glazed over as they darted 
over the page in the book. Paul began to wonder what it was he was watching, 
and he concluded it was some avantgarde film that was only supposed to be 
great. It seemed to him that it would endlessly stay with the girl's face, 
and he was beginning to squirm on the lounge when the picture suddenly 
changed, and his heart leaped into his throat. 

The girl was on a large bed, and when the camera suddenly pulled back, it 
revealed that she was completely naked. Her firm white breasts were starkly 
white, the nipples a dark, brownish color against the gold of the aureoles. 
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with excitement, and it was 
obvious what she was reading had aroused her. As the camera continued 
pulling back, her smooth, flat stomach came into view, and it curved down to 
her pubic area covered with a silky raven-black triangle of curling little 
hairs that matched the color of her long tresses which framed her beautiful 
face. Her legs were parted slightly, just enough so that the camera was able 
to pick up the glistening folds of her pussy lips and a hint of her youthful 
clitoris. 

Her cream-white buttocks were ratating slightly on the bed as she massaged 
one of her creamy tits in small circles, thumb and forefinger squeezing the 
nipple until it became harder. She was still reading the book when her free 
hand began to slowly move down over her belly toward the silky patch of her 
pubic hair. 

Her fingers were like pointers as she brushed them over the tips of the 
glistening fuzz, teasing herself by momentarily jumping over her perfectly 
formed thighs, then back toward the damp furrow, and her pulsating clit. 
Suddenly, she dropped the book onto the bed, her other hand moving quickly 
to join the first between her jack-nifmg legs, and the camera zeroed in on 
the moist, hair-lined slit. 

Her fingers spread the lips apart until the wet pinkness between was clearly 
visible, and with her extended middle finger, she began to stroke the erect, 
bud-like clitoris. 

Her sensuous movements increased as her probing finger worked itself into 
the pink edges of her cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her middle 
finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips as she drew her legs 
back to her full rounded tits, and the soft rounded ass-cheeks rose and fell 
in response to the inquiring finger. Her facial muscles tightenes as she 
joined another finger with the first, and clenching her teeth, pushed both 
into the hungry pink fold. They disappeared with a soft sucking noice, and 
the girl purred with sexual pleasure. He had never seen anything like it 
before, and the sight of the girl in the movie made his cock instantly 
harden. He wasn't sure how to react with Marcia stretched out next to him on 
the lounge, and he was afraid to look at her face, sure that he would blush 
with excitement. She was real and so close, he wanted desperately to grab 
her sensual body and play with her cunt like the girl in the film was doing 
to herself. It was ghen that he remembered Marcia's comment about waiting 
until the film started, and he chanced looking at her face to see if she had 
meant that he could fuck her. 

She was hardly paying attention to the fact that he was lying next to her on 
the lounge, as her eyes were fixed on the screen, and her hands were 
lingering over her breasts as if she was about to do to herself exactly what 
the girl in the movie was doing. Paul knew then that for the first time in 
his life he would have the opportunity to fuck a girl, and a really 
beautiful girl at that! 

The girl had become possessed with raw lust, as she writhed beneath her own 
driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. She pumped hard and fast, her 
fingers sliding in and out of her wide spread cunt almost too fast to see, 
and she clenched and unclenched her buttocks as she strained up against her 
probing digits. 

The steadily increasing rhythm drove rapid grunts of pleasure from deep 
within her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening making 
sucking sounds as she withdrew them to drive inside again. She rolled her 
head from side to side, her hair flying like a spreading fan, and it was 
apparent that she was desperate for some kind of release. Sudenly the girl 
froze, and the camera pulled back to reveal a huge German Shaperd dog at the 
foot of the bed. 

The girl's eyes were wide with terror as the dog leaped onto the bed between 
her wide spread thighs, and she reacted automatically, starting to roll off 
the bed away from the menacing animal. But, a loud bark followed by a 
horrible rumbling growl made her freeze again. She remained immobilized in 
the position of masturbation with her thighs spread, and her knees drawn up 
to her chest. She didn't dare move as the dog hovered over her naked body, 
his panting head hardly inches above her defenseless, upturned loins. 

God, damn, Paul thought as he saw the dog in the film sniffing at the girl's 
moistly open little cunt. It was really something, and he was curious about 
the other people in the room and how they were reacting. Raising his head up 
so that he could see over the back rest of the lounge, he was less surprised 
than earlier to see several couples in various stages of sexual play. 

One group made him do a double-take as he saw a girl sucking one man's cock, 
while another man was fucking the girl dog-style from behind. The guy 
fucking her was Tom! With all that had happened, Paul had almost forgotten 
about his friend from school, the guy responsible for his being at the 
party, but seeing him making out, openly shoving his cock in a wildly 
squirming girl's cunt, made Paul also feel a tinge of jealously. He wanted 
to get laid too, and he had a really sharp chick named Marcia lying down on 
the lounge right next to him. He had to have her no matter what! 

"I want to fuck you, Marcia," Paul heard himself say in a low voice. He had 
been so engrossed in the movie and the other people in the room, he'd hardly 
noticed that Marcia was squirming with passion beside him. Her hands were 
running wildly over her body, and when she spoke, she shifted them to his 
body as if continuing toward the same purpose. 

"Yes, Paul. I want your cock in my cunt! I'm burning up!" She moved her hand 
to his groin as she spoke, deftly pulling the zipper of his fly down, then 
slipping her finger inside his pants. The contact of her fingers on his 
erect cock sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, and she had to pull 
with effort to get his long member through the narrow opening of his pants. 
"Ohhhh! It's so biggggggg!" she exclaimed with satisfaction. She wrapped her 
hand around the thickness of his throbbing cock, stroking it with expert 
skill to make it even larger. 

His balls felt like they would burst from the sensational pressure of his 
cum, and he reached out for Marcia, wanting to fuck her- quickly. He grabbed 
her sweater, lifting it up to expose her proud, naked tits to his gaze, as 
he's been right about her not wearing a bra. The nipples stood erect, like 
pink buttons of pleasure, and he caressed them with his fingers, bringing 
tiny squeals of delight from her lips. 

"My cunt, Paul. Reach up under my dress and play with my cunt!" she hissed, 
wiggling closer to him. Her words slammed through his brain like sizzling 
jolts of sexual fantasy as he did her bidding and reached under her skirt to 
pull off her panties. 

"Yes, yes! I want to fuck you! Yes!" he groaned, his cock more rigid than he 
thought possible. She lifted her smoothly rounded young buttocks off the 
lounge to make the removal of her thin white panties easier for him, and he 
hurriedly pushed the nylon fabric down her long, beautifully tapered legs, 
anxious to return his hand to the warm space between her white thighs. 

Without taking her eys off of the screen, she spread her legs apart the 
moment her panties slipped from her feet, and Paul moved his hand quickly 
up, lifting her skirt to expose her pussy to his gaze. The sparse covering 
of solftly curling pubic hair hardly covered the already moist slit of her 
cunt, and he immediately wormed his finger into the softly giving lips 
finding the hardened tip of her clitoris erect and waiting for him. Excited 
by the sight of her nakedly exposed cunt, he ran his finger over the soft, 
excitedly pulsating folds like the girl in the film had been doing to 
herself, and finding the tight little opening to her cuntal passage hidden 
in the softly curling pussy hair, he slowly, teasingly, worked his middle 
finger up inside the wetly trembling flesh. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhh!" she moaned, squeezing his rapidly hardening cock tighter. 
Feeling the warmth of her cuntal passage around his finger excited him even 
more, and he looked at her face for a sign of her rising passion. She was 
staring at the movie still, and he turned to see what it was that fascinated 
her so much. 

The huge German shepherd had begun to lick his wetly lolling tongue over the 
narrow pink slit of the girl's cunt, and the fear in the girl's eyes had 
turned to passion. She was helplessly giving in to the bestial assault as 
his sharp tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife 
through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's wide-spread 
thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep up inside her well 
lubricated passage. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the giant 
dog, her arousal becoming more and more intense. Wild, incoherent shrieks 
streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating 
between her writhing, upturned buttocks. 

Then, the dog lifted his head from the panting girl's crotch to nose her 
over onto her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue 
which had so mercilessly lapped at her pussy. She rolled over until her 
quivering body was face down and spread eagled on the bed, and the dog 
lowered his head again, his sharp tongue slithering in the exposed crevice 
between the moaning girl's buttocks. She twisted the twin cheeks back toward 
him lasciviously, reaching to spread the ivory globes and give full access 
to her tiny, brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid 
moment, causing her to groan with a passion that signalled the inevitable 
consequences. 

The German shepherd pushed his massive head between her pelvis and the 
mattress, and his head lifted, raising the girl's ass up into the air. What 
he wanted was obvious, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her 
wide-spread buttocks, bending before the huge panting animal in abject 
surrender. 

She was on all fours and the dog mounted the nakedly upraised globes of her 
buttocks, forelegs on her back. The glistening, scarlet cock slipped fomr 
its huge sheath, dripping. The smooth point slipped and danced in the hot, 
wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered 
point and thick shaft into her body. 

Thrusting blindly, the thin point slid unsuccessfully beneath, into the 
soft, hair-covered crevice to rub against her clitoris, and the girl shifted 
her expectantly trembling buttocks to try and capture the lengthening shaft. 
The hot scarlet of his jabbing cock contrasted startlingly with the fevered 
pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his 
still unhoused shaft rubbed between them. She reached back out of 
frustration, grasping the slippery organ and placing the point of it against 
her pink slit, and the dog' thrust wildly, spreading it wider and wider 
apart. 

The movie seemed to completely dominate Marcia's mind, as she groaned in 
helpless empathy with the girl on the screen. Paul had finger-fucked her 
about as long as he could stand, as he had to get his aching, cum filled 
cock up into her hot little belly. She had stroked him until he thought he 
would cum right then, and he was relieved when she suddenly sat up on the 
lounge, pulling his fingers from her warmly working cunt with a soft wet 
sucking sound. 

"Now, Paul! You can fuck me now while we watch the dog do it to the girl!" 
she moaned. Before he could move, she knelt down over his loins, one knee 
straddling either side of his hips, and she did it without letting go of his 
now excruciatingly throbbing prick. He was on his back, turned half away 
from the screen, so she only had to look to her left to keep her eyes on the 
movie. 

"Yes, yes! Fuck you now!" Paul groaned, as he raised his head up off of the 
lounge. The purple tip of his lust-swollen cock was pointed directly at the 
soft golden curls of her pubic hair-covered slit, and she lowered her body 
until the smooth rubbery head made naked contact with her warm, moist cunt. 
The contact sent a rush of desire through his veins, and he had to fight to 
keep from shooting him cum up between her legs right then and there. 

He had never expected it to be so purely sensual, what with the movie, and 
the other couples all around him in various forms of sexual positons, his 
first time was proving to be way beyond his wildest dreams. Using his 
cockhead as a guide, the young kneeling girl slid it back and forth in her 
passion soaked slit, spreading the lips of her cunt until the head of his 
cock was throbbing directly under the hotly waiting hole of her pussy. 

Paul stared in awe as she slowly lowered her body, and the pink, moist 
flanges of her cunt rolling out to let his cock slip slowly up inside her 
steaming passage. She was tight, warm and wet, and her pussy seemed to grasp 
greedily at his blood-filled cock as it pushed wide the walls of her passion 
slickened pussy passage. Inch by inch, his fleshy, desire-hardened fleshy 
rod was sucked up inside her fiery young cunt as she tantalizingly ground 
herself down onto his throbbing cock. He could feel the smooth wet walls 
parting before the thickness of his blood-engorged head, only to again 
clench tightly around the pounding trembling little belly. Her white, 
shapely thighs held him down, or he would have thrust upwards to jam his 
full length into her quickly. She was skewering herself down on his cock so 
slowly, he thought he'd go insane with excitement, but then sudenly, the 
young girl spread her knees apart, her loins crashing down over his cock to 
take the whole of his cock far up inside her burning womb. 

"U-ugghh! Oohhhhhhhhh!" she grunted as his cock struck her cervix, deep 
inside her cunt. She stayed down on his full length for a moment, adjusting 
to his size, and he flexed his cockhead several times, making her groan. He 
was fascinated by the sight of her soft curling pubic hair pressed flat 
against and entangled with his own, but he shifted his gaze to the screen 
when a loud scream, not unlike the one Marcia had just made, came over the 
sound track. 

The girl screamed a sign of relief as she moved backward to meet the 
animal-like humps of the panting dog. The forelegs trapped her waist as she 
began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in tiny lewd circles, and 
she abandoned herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from 
behind. The dog's jerking scarlett cock slithered forward with a wet rush 
until it was sunk to the hilt in the squirming young gitl's hotly grasping 
hole. The girl was looking back toward the camera, and it was clear what 
effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was strained with rapture 
from the wild, animal fuck the German shepherd was giving her, and her 
large, creamy tits danced tautly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time 
to the skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a 
relentless hot column of glistening flesh burying itself in her burning 
cunt. 

The tight fleshy sheath around his cock was sensationally smooth as Marcia 
raised herself up. She moved slowly, her buttocks rising in the air above 
Paul until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm 
enclosing sheath of her naked pussy. Then groaning loudly, she dropped 
heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely. She began a slow 
grinding motion then, fucking teasingly up arid down, her hips gyrating in 
tiny, hardly perceptible circles as she made each long smooth stroke. 

Paul had to grind his teeth together to keep from groaning out his lust, as 
the pressure in his balls had become unbearable. He knew he couldn't last 
long, there were too many lewd and sensual sights around him to think about 
anything else but sex. Marcia was bouncing up and down on his aching cock in 
a faster and faster tempo, and he realized she was keeping pace with the 
girl in the film. It was like she was experiencing the huge dog's cock too, 
as her expression was one of animalistic lust, almost unreal it was so 
intense. His cock sank deep inside her belly as she gound the softness of 
her buttocks lewdly around on top of him, and he felt her greedily clasping 
cunt rippling along the full length of his painfully throbbing cock. 

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Paul groaned as he felt the nearing climax consuming 
his entire being. It was too fantastic to be real! She was grinding her 
ass,, down on his now moistly glistening young cock with wild abandon, the 
great pole of flesh disappearing and reappearing with a lewd, wet fucking 
sound as she bounced over his groin. God, it was beautiful, so very 
beautiful! 

The girl's body swayed obscenely as she bent before the now desperately 
humping German shepherd. She was completely out of her mind, shouting lewd 
encouragements through passion clenched teeth to the dumb beast. She begged 
him to fuck her harder and faster, and she ground her buttocks back in her 
low, mewling plea for his hot, animal sperm to shoot hotly up into her open 
cunt. 

She was no longer sane, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged 
flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being 
screwed by the panting dog, and arched her ass-cheeks back against his hairy 
jerking body like another bitch beneath him. 

The camera moved in close as tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the 
crevice of the girl's voraciously rotating buttocks. The glistening drops 
were dripping slowly down the girl's's inner thighs like a sign of her 
mounting orgasm. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, all around him 
and in so many places. He heard loud grunts from somewhere in the room that 
sounded vaguely like Tom, and he was reminded of the lewd position of the 
girl Tom had been fucking. She was trapped between two cocks, one fucking in 
her mouth, while the other fucked her cunt from behind. He wanted to see it, 
imagining the girl writhing and twisting helplessly between the two boys as 
cum pumped into her throat and belly at the same time, but then, there was 
the movie too, and the best part of all, Marcia! Paul realized that his cock 
was coated with a white liquid icing that was continually applied by the 
wetly seeping walls of her cunt as she cucked wildly up and down on his long 
rigid pole. Her head was still turned toward the screen but her eyes seemed 
to be staring at nothing, as if she was seeing an even more erotic image in 
her mind. Her sensual mouth was open, her pink little tongue darting in and 
out ot wet her red lips like another instrument of sex. He could imagine how 
her mouth would feel around his cock, and he made a mental note to try and 
get her to suck him next. 

In the flickering light of the movie, her whole body seemed to move with the 
same strobing rhythm, he became completely entranced with her image alone, 
and he almost forgot that there was even a movie going on. Instead he 
reached down to grip her firm young thighs, he would spread the round little 
cheeks of her ass apart to drive his finger deep up inside her tiny, 
rhythmically flexing asshole. 

The young girl on the screen let out a low throaty scream as she twisted her 
head from side to side, her long hair churning on the mattress wildly. She 
was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her butocks greedily 
back against the dog's huge thrusting scarlet cock like a wild-cat gone 
insane. Suddenly she screamed again, ramming back against the dog quickly as 
he too jerked forward, and his cock began hosing out his animal sperm in 
great gushing bursts deep in her vagina. The girl's hotly grinding buttocks 
began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic unheaval deep 
in her quivering belly. Her tight little cunt squeezed desperately at the 
still cumming prick of the dog as thick white liquid oozed from her loins, 
and thin trails of the sticky white ran down the smooth white backs of her 
thighs. Her buttocks glistened in the sharp forcused image, displaying sperm 
soaked pubic hairs and flooded pink flesh as she pitched forward on her 
face, seemingly unconscious. The quickly deflating cock of the dog slipped 
from her animal fucked cuntal passage with a lewd wet sucking noise that 
echoed from the sound track. The girl was spread-eagled on the bed, and the 
dog wagged his tail in obvious appreciation, as white oozing liquid still 
trickled obscenely from her softly quivering cunt. The dog barked and wagged 
his tail in triumph as the film faded out. v "oohhh! Ooohhhh! Uuuuggghhh!" 
Marcia groaned as Paul suddenly reached up around her grinding buttocks, and 
having found his target quickly, he wormed his fi ger slowly up inside the 
tight fleshy ring of her soft, rubbery anus. "Ooohh, God, Yes! Ooh fuck! My 
asshole! Oooooouuuuuu! Yeeeeesssss!" 

It was as if he had pulled the trigger releasing her orgasm, as her cunt 
suddenly contracted around his hotly plunging cock, and she sank down, 
taking it as deep as was physically possible in her belly. She flung her 
head back, her long blonde hair like a great flame shooting up into the air 
as her whole body shook and trembled violently with her orgasm. Great 
ecstatic spasms seemed to roll from her belly, down her rippling cunt to his 
own sperm-bloated balls as she creamed out her climax. 

"Uuuuuummmmmppppphhhhhh! Now! Fuckkkkkk it hard, darling! 
I'mmmmmmmmmcccccccccuuuuum-mmmmmmmmiiinnnnnnggggg!" 

The fevered heights of lust had been reached quickly, and Paul groaned too 
as he felt his boiling sperm make the long, head-long dash from his balls up 
into the length of his cock to splash out the blood-thickened tip of his 
cock. It fired with such intensity, he thought if he hadn't been holding her 
down on his groin she would have been slammed back up the length of his 
cock. His finger was buried to the second knuckle in her hotly clasped 
little rectum, and he could feel with his finger in her rectum the insanely 
continuing jerks of his cock as it shot out his cum again and again through 
the thin membrane separating the two passages. Each blast of his sperm made 
her moan in ecstatic response as their combined orgasmic juices swirled deep 
down in her belly, then rippled down her hungrily contracting little cunt to 
spill out with heated gushes over his exploding groin. The white liquid 
matted down his pubic hair and covered his balls before dropping stickily 
down to the cushions below. 

Their rolling climax lasted for what seemed an eternity. Marcia squealing 
and mewing as her cunt milked ever more thirstily at the still slightly 
jerking column of flesh shoved deep inside her belly. Finally, she fell 
sideways, and his still hardened cock pulled noisily from her satiated 
passage, thin, tiny threads of their mutual cum still clinging web-like to 
her sperm-drenched pubic mound. 

In a few moments, Paul caught his breath, and he rolled to face the 
voluptuously panting young girl beside him. It had been fantastic, but he 
was still ready for more. Her cum filled little pussy was still pulsating 
from the wild fucking she had just received, but he fixed his gaze on her 
lipstick rimmed lips, intent on knowing the pleasures her mouthfucking could 
bring him. When her breathing slowed, he guided her head down over his 
loins, and as thoush it had been rehearsed a thousand times before, her lips 
ovaled widely and he could feel the again hardening head of his cock, still 
wet from her vaginal juices being sucked eagerly up into the warm moist 
haven of her mouth. At the same time, someome else moved up behind the 
slavishly kneeling girl and joined them on the v lounge, slipping his, as 
yet, unemptied cock up into her again hungrily quivering pussy and it wasn't 
long before she was desperately gulping down hot male sperm while her cunt 
was again filled from behind with hot sizzling liquid semen. 

Paul lost track of time after that, as he found himself in several different 
groups of action. It was nearing dawn when he and Tom left the party, and 
they had become so confused and tired that both had forgotten to cal a taxi. 
They ended up walking for several blocks before finding a phone, and then 
waited ten minutes for the cab to pick them up. By the time the cab dropped 
them off near the school it was almost light out, and they were both 
grateful for the early morning fog that provided cover for the task of 
sneaking back on campus. 

 Chapter Five 

Paul had changed so much in such a short time, it astounded Barbara. He had 
almost stopped being a boy, and instead had become a virile and handsome 
young man. It almost didn't seem right to her that a sixteen year old boy 
should look mature and grown-up the way Paul almost did when he came home 
from school, but she knew that he was growing up fast, no matter how she 
felt. She had to put the notions running through her mind into proper 
perspective, she thought, as it was natural for her to see things 
differently when he had been away so much. 

She guessed Cliff didn't notice it, but she was convinced that her son was 
not really enthusiastic about the boating trip on Lake Fuller. It was almost 
as if he had found something better to do with his time. Yet, she knew that 
questions would only put him on the defensive, so she merely talked up her 
own enthusiasm over the trip, and those feelings were real. She was 
overjoyed at the chance to spend time with Paul, and it was such a 
comforting thought to know that he would be around er all summer long. 

"The last time we were up at Lake Fuller, you were just a little boy, Paul! 
Do you remember it? The lake is so beautiful. And all the pine trees ... and 
the mountains .. . I just love it there!" she said looking lovingly at her 
son in the back seat. 

"I remember Dad taking me into the lake once, but that's all," he replied, 
sounding a little too disinterested. He felt that his parents had gone out 
of their way to make the boating trip special, but in spite of all the 
preparation, it was hard to get head-up about it. 

"Well, I think you'll find a lot more things to do this time. You've changed 
quite a bit since then, you know." In more ways than she'd ever care to 
admit, she thought. "By the way, Paul. Your father and I are very proud of 
the way you're getting along in school. Your grades this year couldn't have 
been better!" She wanted to say more about it, but she sensed that her 
compliments embarrassed him. 

"Thanks, Mom!" Christ, he'd been lucky to get through his finals at all, he 
thought. He'd amazed himself even, since he'd had such a difficult time 
concentrating on his exams that week. In fact he'd even goaded Tom into 
calling his cousin that week in the hopes of being invited to another party. 
He would have slipped away from the campus right in the middle of exams if 
it meant getting with another girl like Marcia! Fortunately for his grades, 
Tom's cousin Gary had been away that week, but it had left him more horny 
than he thought possible as a result. He sure hoped he could find something 
worthwhile at Lake. Fuller. He'd settle for just about any girl if he could 
get another hot. piece of ass like he'd just had. 

When Cliff turned the car off the main highway onto the road leading to the 
Lake Fuller Marina, they all were silent as they looked out at the 
surroundings. It was hot, as they'd expected, but the mountain air and the 
towering pines against the deep blue sky made them feel comfortable in spite 
of the heat. Cliff drove down toward the pier, and they got their first 
glimpse of the lake sparkling gently in the brilliant sun-light. Seeing it 
made Paul feel much better about being there, especially when he saw several 
bikini clad girls down on the beach. 

"Keep your eyes peeled for a boat named "Honey Two!" Cliff announced as he 
turned toward the pier. "That's the boat I reserved for us." 

It was a nice houseboat with two cabins, a galley and the main cabin. It was 
large enough to give them some privacy from each other if they wanted it, 
although they had to put up awning to shield themselves from wandering 
boats. Paul and Cliff unloaded the car. While they were unloading the car, 
Barbara busied herself with getting the cooking gear and supplies in order. 
They had brought their own wood for the campfire if they decided to go 
ashore for dinner, as they knew from experience that the loose wood in the 
area would be thoroughly picked over, even that early in the summer. So when 
everything was pretty well arranged except for the unloading and stacking of 
the wood, Paul volunteered to handle the chore. He had only begun the task 
when Cliff came out of the boat already changed into his swimming suit. 

"I'm going for a swim to cool off! Meet you in the water when you get 
through!" he announced to Paul as he headed for the lake. 

"O.K. What's Mom doing?" Paul questioned after him. 

"Fiddling around and organizing the galley .... Just like a woman, even on a 
boating trip!" he yelled back before running down to the beach. 

Paul looked around the boat for the best place to stack the wood. He wanted 
to keep it out of the way. He decided to stack it on the leeward side of the 
boat. It was a convenient spot for the wood, and less work for him since he 
then didn't have to haul it any distance to get it ashore. 

As he carried the wood from the trunk of the car to the boat, he worked 
quickly as he too was anxious to get into the like for a swim. It wasn't 
until he had carefully placed the last arm-load of wood on the pile that he 
realized he was right by one of the portholes that opened into the interior 
of the boat. He thought it was a good idea to open it to allow the air to 
move through the interior, as it could get pretty hot inside even with good 
ventilation. When he started to lift the small square window he heard a soft 
zipping sound, and it startled him so that he raised only a corner, very 
slowly. Putting his eye up close to the edge of the porthole, Paul peered 
into the darkened interior of the boat, and even before his eye compensated 
for the dark, he knew that he was spying on his mother. 

She was in the process of changing her clothes, and not more than five feet 
away from where he peeked into the boat. Barbara stepped out of her dress 
and laid it on the cot next to her new bikini. She thought the swimsuit a 
little revealing, and she didn't know why she had picked that particular one 
out of so many. She had thought it made her look nice, which it did,' but 
she wasn't really sure who she wanted to look nice for. She had brought her 
old swimsuit along in case she didn't feel dating enough to wear the bikini 
outside of the boat, but since she was there alone, she wanted to try the 
new one on. 

Her back was to him, and Paul knew that she was unaware of his presence. He 
didn't really have any great desire to see his mom undressed, but then 
seeing her so close by in her bra and panties only, somehow reminded him of 
that young girl, Marcia. He was curious as to how his mother compared and 
judging by the looks of her then, she compared very favorably. He'd had no 
idea she was so sexy, and instead of leaving, he stood where he was to watch 
her remove the rest of her garments. 

She unfastened her bra first, and as she half turned to place it on the cot 
he saw the full firm mounds of her tits standing proudly out from her chest. 
They almost pointed up, and the pink little nipples on the tips looked like 
snow caps on two mountain peaks. Her long reddish-blonde hair hung forward 
over her shoulders as she leaned over to slip down her panties, and Paul 
flet his heart pounding as he shifted his gaze to her smooth, curvaceous 
ass. The twin cheeks were like two, softly ripened melons waiting to be 
squeezed, and the smooth white crevice that divided them was deep and 
mysteriously inviting. God! he thought in rapt wonder, his own mother was 
ten times more sensual than any girl he's seen at that party, he was 
convinced, and he found himself wishing that she would turn around so that 
he could get a look at her pubic hair and maybe, if it was thin enough, the 
tiny little lips of her pussy too! Her hips flared out smooth from her 
narrow waist, and he could see that her belly was flat and youthful. 

He had never thought a woman of thirty-four could look so pure and sensual, 
but the living proof was standing not five feet away from him. Almost as if 
in answer to the thoughts he was having, she dropped her panties as she 
tried to lift them from her foot. She had to turn toward where Paul was 
viewing her through the tiny opening, and when she straightened up, placing 
the panties onto the cot, she remained facing him. 

He had only a moment to satisfy his -desires, as she had picked up the 
bottom half of her new bikini to slip it on. But he saw clearly the silky 
smooth, triangle of soft reddish blonde pubic hair that curled out from 
between her thighs. It looked perfect nestled there at the base of her 
smooth white belly, and when she lifted one leg to slip her foot into the 
bikini, he got a glimpse of the pink, hair-lined pussy lips. The sight was 
so arousing to Paul that he felt a totally unexpected stirring of passion in 
his groin. Barbara's vagina looked even more exciting than Marcia's had when 
lowering onto his cock! 

Sonofabitch, he thought moving away from the window. He was getting horny 
just thinking about sex and to top it off he was spying on his own mother! 
Moving quietly away from the porthole se as not to be discovered, he almost 
tripped over the pile of wood he stacked. Luckily, , he caught himself 
before falling and he hurried to his own cabin. 

He'd left his suitcase there and he flooked around the outside of the boat 
to make sure no one was looking in, then quickly began to peel off his 
clothes. He slipped off his pants first figuring he could pull on his swim 
trunks before his mother came out of the cabin. His cock was half-hard, and 
he didn't know what he'd do if she saw him. As soon as he had his trunks on, 
Paul hurriedly took off his shirt,' and without saying anything to his 
mother, he walked away from the boat dock toward the beach. His heart didn't 
stop pounding until he was standing on the edge of the beach, and then he 
tried to put the whole incident out of his mind. The water looked so 
inviting and cool, he figured he'd go swimming immediately, but as he walked 
toward the edge of the lake, he stopped, seeing his father walking toward 
him. Cliff was coming out of the water from a swim, and walking alongside of 
him was a very attractive young girl. 

For a moment, Paul thought it was just a coincidence that his father and the 
girl were walking side-by-side, but when Cliff saw him, he waved then said 
something to the girl. How about that, Paul thought as he approached his 
father, the old man picked up a girl for him! 

"Hi!" Cliff said to his son, then seeing that he was staring at the girl 
beside him, he explained. "I just about swam into this cute little mermaid 
in the lake .. . Jessica, this is Paul!" 

"Hi!" 

"Hi!" Paul retorted. He squinted in the bright sunlight to be sure he was 
seeing straight. She was really beautiful, and he had to make a. conscious 
effort to keep from staring. Her long, blonde hair was soaking wet, and it 
hung straight down from the weight of the water. Her face was oval shaped 
with sharply defined features, and her skin was smooth and darkly tanned 
from the sun. She was wearing a white bikini that left little to the 
imagination about her body, but what was covered was obviously lithe and 
curvaceously ample. Her whole body looked as though it was made for nothing 
but sex! 

"You took longer with the wood than I expected ... I was just about to head 
for the boat to see what was keeping you," Cliff said. Then he added, 
"Where's your mother?" , Paul nodded back toward the pier and shrugged his 
shoulders as if to indicate he knew nothing. He was hoping that he would 
have a chance to talk with Jessica, and he'd prefer if he did it alone. 
"Guess she's waiting for you there, Dad!" he said. 

"Well then, I'd better go and see what's keeping her," he said smiling. He 
turned toward Jessica, making a little half bow. "Hope to see you around, 
Jessica!" and he walked up the beach toward the boat. 

"Your father is very nice," Jessica said as she started walking toward a 
towel on the beach. Paul jumped to stay with her as he was almost caught 
flatfooted. 

"Yeah, he is . .." he said, searching his brain for something to say that 
would get the subject on then. "Do you swim down here everyday?" He felt his 
question was stupid, but he was afraid she would ignore him if he didn't say 
something. 

"Not everyday ... I work some afternoons," she replied, stretching out on 
the beach towel. The warm sun was already drying her smooth, well-tanned 
skin, and Paul glanced down at the juncture of her firm young thighs, 
imagining he could see right through the skimpy white material of her 
bikini. He was sure that the form of her pussy was shaped by the tight 
fabric, and he was reminded for the second time that day of fucking Marcia 
at the party. 

"Work? You mean there's work to be had around here?" He was making small 
talk, but it was providing him an opportunity to get to know her. 

"Of course! I work at the store." She looked over at the young man sitting 
on the sand next to her, and she was a little unsure of him. Was he playing 
her along, or was he seriously asking silly questions? 

"Call that work, huh? Oh! Sounds like a nice summer job to me," Paul said 
winking at the pretty girl. He saw that she was going to protest, and he 
grinned broadly. 

"Not many people get paid to take a long vacation," Jessica said 
defensively, then she too winked. So he had been putting her on! 

"Can you save anything, or do they take it all back for room and board?" 
Paul asked, seriously wanting to know. 

"Ha! They would if they could. I'm camping out to save money .. . Works out 
all right..." she replied, and she laid back as if to illustrate her easy 
life. 

"Paul looked around as if searching for her campsite in the nearby trees, 
then he looked down at her nicely contoured face. Her eyes were closed, and 
he quickly glanced down to the flat of her belly, then up to her firmly 
large tits. She was stacked all right, he thought, as he could tell there 
was no padding inside her bikini top. 

"Did you get her before the camping season started?" he inquired. 

"Yep!" 

"Then you must have the choicest campsite by the lake!" he stated. He waited 
for her answer, but she only opened her eyes slightly to look up at him. 

"No," she answered smiling. She knew he was trying to casually find out 
shere her campsite was, and she didn't really mind telling him. She just 
wanted to make him work for the information. 

"No choice, huh?" he quizzed. 

"No privacy!" she replied. 

"Huh?" 

"Down by the lake ... You never get any privacy down by the lake. Everybody 
wants to set up camp there or park their boats there, so you end up with 
people trampling all over you!" She sounded really incensed at the thought. 

"You have a point there," he said feeling silly. He still didn't know where 
her campsite was, but he did discover that she liked privacy. He pressed, 
"You never have much privacy when you're camping out anyway." 

"I do!" she retorted, then she laid back again, twisting her sensuous body 
to make the sand under the towel conform to her curves. 

Chalk one up for Jessica, he thought as he watched her wiggling against the 
sand. She was really sexy, and he was sure she knew it too. He just hoped 
that she was there at Lake Fuller alone, and if he played his cards right, 
the boating trip with his parents might turn out all right after all. He 
thought it would be a real pleasure spending his evenings with Jessica, and 
he imagined how it would feel to hover over her naked body, his erect cock 
teasing at the entrance to her haughty little pussy while she squirmed and 
pleaded with him to shove it inside. Man he'd like to fuck her right there 
on the beach in broad daylight! It was a sure bet that she would fuck back 
with everything she had, and that would be one hell of a lot! 

"Warm here," he said. He could feel his cock starting to get hard again from 
thinking about fucking her, and he suddenly realized that the bulge in his 
trunks was beginning to show. 

"Mmmmmm," she answered, her eyes tightly closed against the bright glare of 
the sun. He thought she might be falling asleep she was so still, and 
somehow the idea of watching her sleep didn't appeal to him. He knew that he 
would get a full hard-on if he continued to look at her stretched out on the 
towel, and then too, he wouldn't be able to pursue the subject of her 
campsite further. He decided to try and get her to swim with him. 

"That lake looks more inviting by the minute .. . I think I'll go jump in!" 
He laughed at what he considered a funny coice of words. "You want to go 
jump in the lake with me?" 

Jessica opened her eyes again, and she frowned as if to tell him what she 
thought of his joke. "I dunno ... I was just in a few minutes ago." 

Looking out at the lake, he saw a large raft floating about twenty-five 
yards off shore, and no one was near it. It was a largewooden platform built 
over some large metal drums used as floats, and he thought it would be nice 
to get out there with Jessica. Anyway, he figured his erection would go away 
by the time he swam that far. 

"Come on ... Let's swim out to that raft!" he pressed, and he stood up 
turning his back to her so that she couldn't see the buldge in his trunks. 

"O.K. I think this heat's beginning to make me perspire anyway." she agreed. 
She sat up, then held her hand out to Paul for him to pull her up to her 
feet. He had to turn sideways, but he hoped that she wouldn't notice 
anything as he helped her. The contact of her hand was like a new stimulant 
though, and he hurried toward the water, not waiting for the young girl to 
get alongside of him. 

At the edge of the lake the water was fairly warm, even though it came from 
the melting snows of the winter. Further out, where the lake was deeper, he 
knew it had to be like swimming in a deep freeze, and that condition would 
remain all summer, even though the lake level was dropping. It was just too 
deep to be warmed much by the hot sun, but he felt it preferable to have the 
cooler water on that day. 

Diving in immediately on wading in to his knees, Paul turned then to see if 
Jessica was following him, and his timing was just right to get splashed 
fully in the face by her dive. She swam like an expert, with grace and 
speed, and before he could turn around again, she was past him and heading 
toward the raft. 

As he dove after her, he felt somewhat relieved, as if she had been beside 
him he knew he would have a hard time resisting his urge to grab her. As he 
swam nearer the raft, the water turned cooler, and instead of his erection 
calming down, it seemed to get larger. He could see the twin cheeks of her 
smoothly rippling young ass as she swam just ahead of him, and the sight 
again made his blood run wild through his passion tensed body. He was 
beginning to think the only way to relieve his hard-on was to get laid, and 
that thought made his cock ache with rigid awareness. When he reached the 
raft, he watched the sensuous young girl climbing onto it, and he knew he 
was stuck with staying in the protective shielding of the water. 

"Come on aboard, matey!" she yelled, mimicking a sailor. The raft was her 
ship, and she was in full command. 

He looked up at the deck of the raft and figured it was at least three feet 
above the water, and he could see that the wood platform was supported on 
all sides by big metal drums. He looked the structure over carefully, as it 
it was really important for him to know how it was constructed. He just 
remained treading water, reluctant to look up at Jessica and her sex-exuding 
young body. 

"Hey! Why are you staying in the water, Paul?" she yelled down at him, and 
the tone of her voice indicated she knew something. 

"I... Uhhh... I want to see how this monstrosity floats!" he yelled, and 
with that he submerged completely, swimming underneath the raft. The water 
was clear, and as he swam submerged he could see that there was an open 
space in the middle of the metal drums. He headed for it, surfacing beneath 
the wooden platform of the raft and surrounded by nothing but the large 
drums. There were a few cross pieces beneath the main platform, and he 
realized that he could actually lift himself out of the water by sitting on 
the structure. The only real light underneath the raft came from the 
reflection through the water, and he realized that it gave the same effect 
as looking through a shading device. 

He could see clear to the bottom of the lake since there-was no direct 
sunlight to reflect off the surface of the water, and he estimated the sandy 
bottom to be about twenty feet down. The sight was so unusual, he almost 
forgot that he'd left Jessica standing on the raft. 

"Paul?" 

It was her voice from directly above, and there was a note of panic to her 
tone. He supposed she thought he was still submerged, and that meant he'd 
have held his breath for three minutes or more. He was tempted not to answer 
her, just to see if she became really worried, but then he thought she would 
get mad for playing such a dirty trick on her. 

"Hey! I'm underneath the raft!" he answered, his voice sounding hollow to 
him in the closed environment. He listened for her answer, but all he heard 
was a splash. For a moment he thought she was swimming back to the beach, 
and he started scolding himself for having blown the whole scene. Just as he 
got ready to drop back into the water to go after her, he saw her swimming 
underwater toward the raft. She was coming to join him, and he felt his cock 
jerk as he realized that her bikini top had been shifted down by the force 
of her dive. She was going to surface with the tips of her tits protruding 
from the top of her bikini! He jumped into the water as she came sputtering 
up, and he held onto one of the cross beams to keep his shoulders and head 
out of the water. 

"So there you are!" the young teasing nymph gasped as she surfaced for air, 
fully aware that her bikini top had slipped down. She reached out to hold 
herself up by his shoulders, and she saw that he was staring wide-eyed at 
her full breasts. She spoke before he could think of anything to say. "What 
are you doing hiding under here?" 

"Uhh ... Just enjoying the view ..." he answered, his young cock aching in 
the tightly constricting confines of his trunks. She was so close to him he 
wanted to grab her, but he couldn't let go of the cross-beam without both of 
them sinking into the water. 

"Doesn't have anything to do with that?" she challenged, her free hand 
touching the bulge in his trunks. 

So, she'd noticed all along, Paul thought, and for a moment he felt 
embarrassed. But then he realized that she was intentionally exposing 
herself to him, and the realization made him even more excited. 

"Your slip is showing too!" he said, and he leaned forward planting a kiss 
on one of the erect nipples of her naked tits. Instead of pushing away, she 
pulled herself closer to him, making his sucking of her nipple easier. He 
reponded by nipping at the hardened flesh, his sharp teeth causing her to 
moan with a low pleasurable surprise. He would have been glad to continue 
sucking her breast all day, but the position was awkward, and she suddenly 
dropped down into the water until her face was level with his. Her 
youthfully full tits looked as though they were floating on the surface of 
the water like two ripe, cream-white melons, and he looked directly at her 
mouth as she formed it into an inviting "O". The moment his lips made 
contact with her mouth, he drove his tongue deep inside, and she sucked it 
deeper into her warmth. 

Paul was in heaven, and he was totally unaware of the fact that she had 
dropped one hand down at his side, until suddenly he felt his trunks being 
pushed down over his hips. She was forcing his suit down, and before he 
could do anything to stop her, his hard cock sprung free, straight out from 
his groin. Her hand wrapped around it instantly, her fingers running up and 
down its length, exploring it like a blind woman reading Braille. 

The thick head rubbed against her smooth inner thighs, and it jerked from 
the mounting sensations that her dancing fingers amplified. God, he wanted 
to fuck her right there in the water! Thrusting his hips forward, he ground 
forward to press the tip of his hard, virile cock against the thin, flimsy 
strip of nylon material covering her pussy and it slid between her 
receptively parted young thighs easily. The tips of her tits were pressing 
into his chest, the nipples like tiny buttons of pleasure, and she sucked 
even harder on his tongue as he swirled it around and around inside her warm 
mouth. For a moment he thought she was going to clamp her legs together, 
trapping his cock between them, and he was about to let go of the cross-beam 
to hold her to him as they submerged, when she suddenly pushed away from 
him. 

"Hey! Wait!" he gasped, afraid that she was going to swim away. He knew it 
was futile to continue the petting in such an awkward place, but he was so 
excited, he was willing to try holding his breath for ten minutes while he 
fucked her underwater. 

"I've got to go to work! I'm going to be late now!" Jessica said seriously. 
She was treading water just a few feet away from him, struggling with her 
bikini top in an effort to cover her naked young tits. He realized that 
there was no point in arguing with her then. 

"Can I see you later? When you get off work?" he asked. 

"I'm off at nine! My campsite is near the main trail, about twenty yards off 
the trail. You can't miss it. .. The only one around!" she laughed, and with 
that she submerged, heading back toward the beach. 

Paul watched her swimming underwater until she was out of sight, and then he 
stayed under the raft for another ten minutes, waiting for his erect cock to 
go down. It took awhile, as his mind was occupied with the lewdly exciting 
thoughts of what he would be doing to that hot blooded young bitch later on 
that night. 

Stacking the last of the cooking gear on the camp table, Barbara Nelson 
rubbed her hands together, satisfied with her clean-up job. It had been a 
long while since she last prepared a meal over an open fire, and even if she 
had to say so herself, it had been pretty good. 

"Paul sure took off in a hurry. Must be a good film playing tonight," she 
said to her husband as she began stirring up the fire. Cliff was drinking a 
cup of coffee, and obviously content with the dinner he'd eaten. He saw that 
Barbara was having trouble getting the fire going, but he was happy to just 
sit for the moment. 

"More likely it's some girl!" he said casually. 

Barbara stopped what she was doing to look up at him. Did he mean that Paul 
was meeting someone? "He said he was going to the movie ..," 

She spoke as though reflecting on his words, not as a statement. She 
returned to the task of getting the fire started, sure that Cliff was just 
blabbering about something he knew nothing about. 

"It will be nice if Paul finds some kids his own age," she said, just to 
make conversation more than anything else. "He's grown up so in the last 
year." 

"I'm sure he's making out all right." Cliff wasn't really concerned about 
how Paul was doing. He was more interested in getting some action himself, 
as sex with his wife hadn't gone as well as he'd thought after the evening 
of their last, anniversary. Barbara had gotten uptight again, and he was at 
a loss for figuring ways to loosen her up. He'd hoped he could recreate the 
atmosphere of their anniversary while on the boating "There," she said 
proudly as she straightened up. The fire was blazing again, and she stood 
over it, watching the changing forms of the flickering flames. She felt 
restless, like she had to find something-to do, but she guessed it was just 
that she was over-tired from the effects of the long day. 

"How about taking a walk over to the Lodge and having a drink?" He stood up 
from his chair, stretching his arms above his head. He figured a few drinks 
might loosen her up for later. 

Barbara knew instantly what he was getting at, and had no intention of 
getting high on liquor. She hadn't been drinking at all since their 
anniversary dinner, and she didn't want to start again now. "It's been a 
long day, darling, what with the drive and setting up the boat... I'm really 
very tired!" She said it in spite of her restlessness. They'd brought plenty 
of liquor, but he knew she wouldn't drink it on the boat. In a bar there was 
nothing else to do but drink! "Couldn't we go over to see it tomorrow 
night?" she added as a consolation, but it didn't work. 

"Swell! You stay her, then, but I'm going over!" He barked the words out at 
her, his anger more than apparent. Then he walked into the boat, and in a 
moment he reappeared with a jacket slung over his shoulder. He didn't say 
another word to her, but walked off in the direction of the lodge, fuming! 

She didn't know whether to feel relieved or more worried, as she knew how he 
might be if he came back drunk later on that night. Moving one of the 
folding chairs closer to the campfire, she sat down, stretching her legs out 
near the bright flames. She thought she could just go to bed right then, and 
possibly avoid a confrontation later on by simply being asleep. The only 
problem with that notion was her complete wakefulness. She didn't feel.like 
trying to go to sleep, though she couldn't understand why. She guessed it 
had something to do with the night air in the mountains, or the high 
altitude. Standing again, she walked into the boat, and was bothered by the 
heated stillness of the air inside. It was just too stifling to tolerate, so 
she grabbed a sweater and returned to the beach and the campfire. 

She knew what she wanted to do, but she was reluctant to admit it to 
herself, so she sat down again, watching the fire for several minutes. 
Finally she gave in to her curiosity, telling herself that she would only 
walk to the theater to find out what was playing. She promised herself she 
wouldn't bother Paul, as he had a right to enjoy the evening without the 
presence of a doting mother to bug him. 

There were a lot of campers between their boat and the theater. In some ways 
the closeness of the other campers bothered her, but she was grateful for 
the light their fires and lanters provided. She felt stupid for having 
forgotten to take along a flash-light, but she hoped that she wouldn't 
really need one, so she didn't go back to get it. When she got further up 
the trail, she was sorry for her decision. It was pitch black out, and she 
could hardly make out where the trail was heading. 

She walked cautiously, afraid of tripping over some unseen object, and after 
a few minutes, she heard the sound of voices and music. It was from the 
sound track of the film that was playing at the theater, she realized, and 
she became more bold in her walking, sure that she could find it by the 
sound. In another moment, she saw a flickering light through the trees, and 
figuring it was from the film projector, she headed for it. She had no idea 
that she had gotten well off the trail to the theater. She was only ten 
yards away from the source of the light when she realized that it was not 
the theater at all. It was somebody's camp, so she started to turn and head 
back to her own campsite to gdt the flash-light. 

She knew that she had somehow missed the trail, and it was safer for her to 
go back instead of wandering around in -the dark. She could get lost if she 
wasn't careful. She had only half-turned when she heard a sound that made 
her freeze. It was a word, or a scream, something. . . But it sounded 
exactly like her son's voice! She didn't think it possible since he was at 
the movie, but her curiosity was aroused. She decided to walk to the camp, 
and if somebody discovered her there, she would tell whoever it was that she 
got lost looking for the theater and ask for directions. 

Barbara walked without trying to hide her presence, not wanting to be 
sneaky, but when she heard a distinct groan from the direction of the camp, 
she slowed down, feeling sure that it had been her son's voice. It was 
possible that he was injured or in trouble, so she moved cautiously, not 
knowing what she expected to find. 

The entire campsite was surrounded by awning, and the campfire within cast 
strange, dancing shadows over the high slung canvas. It took a moment for 
Barbara to find the way inside the awning, as there was an angled passageway 
formed by the drained material that was difficult to see. She wanted to just 
peek in at some opening, but then she decided it would be better to go 
through the intended entry, as that would be less suspicious. Yet, she moved 
slowly, taking short noiseless steps until she could see around the 
protective canvas awning into the campsite. 

"Ooohhh!" Barbara gasped as he realized what she was looking at near a 
blazing campfire. She quickly put her hand to her mouth, clamping shut the 
shocked scream that was building in her. It was like being showered with 
prurient images for a moment, but then suddenly, she realized she was 
watching her son in the process of "doing it" to a strange girl! A thousand 
emotions flashed through her brain, all of it too overwhelming. 

She felt frozen, completely unable to move from where she stood looking at 
the violent sexual intercourse between her young son Paul and the unknown 
girl! 

 Chapter Six 

They were on a-blanket spread out over a cushion of pine needles near the 
fire, and the reddish light made their naked bodies glow with a heated 
sensuality that seemed unreal. Yet, it was clear, and so very near! The 
girl's legs were pressed far back, knees practically touching the ground at 
her shoulders, and her wide spread loins were completely open and visible as 
she bucked under the driving lunges of the long, hard cock skewering 
rhythmically into her open pussy. The golden silkiness of her pubic hair was 
parted, flared out by the thickness of the ramming cock of the horrified 
Barbara's son, that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of 
her tightly clinging cunt. The bud of her clitoris was erect and throbbing, 
responding to the contact of his groin as he speared deep to her belly, and 
his balls slapped noisly against the open crevice that divided the smooth 
rounded globes of her buttocks. When he withdrew, the hard fleshy cock, 
noisily slick with her excited cuntal juices would force the tight ragged 
flesh of her naked young pussy to roll out, then roll inward again as his 
cock disappeared all the way up inside her. 

Just below the moist flanges of her cunt was the tiny puckered hole of her 
anus that seemed to suck and work at the softly dancing sac of his balls as 
they slammed flatly against it. The girl was groaning incessantly, her head 
rolling and flailing ecstatically from side to side making a tangle of her 
long blonde hair. It was all too obvious how much she was loving it! Barbara 
tried desperately to divert her eyes, but something made her stare at her 
son's muscular driving young ass he he pistoned into the girl's openly 
receiving cunt. The trim, sinuous cheeks tightened and untightened with the 
rhythm of his fucking, and she was astounded by the size of his young, manly 
cock. The lust-hardened shaft, now glistening with vaginal secretions, was 
lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing 
becoming more and more intense With each passing second. He was really 
giving it to the girl, and she kept begging and pleading for more! 

Transfixed by the sheer lewdity of the scene, Barbara tried to make her legs 
move, to get away from the awful sight of the seduction by that whorish 
little nymph of her own innocent young son. But she couldn't make her legs 
move, and much to her own surprise and horror, she found the lewd naked 
vision of the two wildly fucking young people was stimulating her own body. 
Her legs felt weak and began trembling as down between her thighs she could 
with mounting shame, feel the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris slowly 
becoming erect. She had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her 
thighs and touch a finger, two fingers, into the moistening folds of her own 
pussy. Her head was spinning with a lusting desire for satisfaction, and she 
remembered how strongly her body had reacted the night of her anniversary. 
She wanted it that way again, only God!, not while watching her own son, 
mercilessly fucking a strange young girl! 

"Put your finger in my asshole Paul! Uugghh! My asshole, NOW!" Jessica 
groaned loudly as she bucked under his viriley pistoning young cock. The 
words floated over to Barbara like teasing, arousing stimuli, and she found 
herself agreeing with the sex hungry girl. She stared at the girl's tiny, 
tightly puckered anus as her son, Paul, worked his fingers toward it, then 
finding the clasping, rubbery-like flesh of the opening, wormed his middle 
finger hotly into her hungrily flexing little rectum. Barbara was aghast as 
she saw her son's long thin middle finger disappearing into the girl's tiny 
squirming back passage, the girl screaming out her pleasure with anguished 
sighs and moans as her loins were being plundered mercilessly by two hard, 
flesh instruments at the same time. 

The lewdly locked young couple were near having an orgasm now, and a shrill 
cry from Jessica's mouth shocked Barbara into a horrible realization of what 
she was witnessing. Somehow she found the strength to move, her legs shaking 
with the tension of her lust seemed to carry her away from the camp, just as 
she heard the climactic groans of their passion. Walking half in a daze, she 
stumbled through the dark woods trying to choke back the racking sob that 
welled in her breast. She moved toward the lake, her mind whirling with the 
images of the lewd scene she had just witnessed. Some teenage little whore 
had been seducing her son, acting like a shameless female cat in heat while 
his handsome young cock fucked into her. 

It was a vile display of sexual promiscuity, a cheap stunt by some girl to 
take her son away from his family! And . . . worse than all of that, Barbara 
knew that she had been excited by it. She had stood there and watched it 
happening, wanting at the same time to tease her fingers into her own cunt. 
She still wanted to in fact, as her body felt like it was burning with a 
rage of passion all human understanding. 

When she reached the area of the campsites, she tried to regain control of 
herself, knowing that she could meet up with other people at any moment. Yet 
the fire in her belly only became more intense, even though she desperately 
wanted to shut out the lewdly naked images in her mind. She couldn't help 
remembering the sight of her son's lust-hardened yound cock, stiff and 
throbbing as it hammered relentlessly into the teenage girl's liquid-pink 
cunt. It was no longer the cock of a little boy, the one she used to wash so 
carefully for him not too many years ago, but the. viriley potent cock of a 
passionate young man! 

She forced herself to walk slowly, almost casually, as she wound her way 
around the numerous campsites towards the lake and the "Honey Two". It 
seemed an eternity had passed before she finally came upon their houseboat, 
and pushing back the awning, she headed straight for the campfire. It was as 
if she needed something to identify with, and she felt proud that the fire 
was still burning brightly as she had planned. Yet, sitting down in a near 
state of collapse, she realized that her life could no longer be the same as 
it had been such a short time earlier. The scene she had witnessed had 
somehow changed everything, and she could no longer be the woman she had 
always thought herself to be. 

That short incident had forced her to recognize an incestuous part of her 
that she hadn't wanted to see in the past, and she felt frightened and 
confused by the lewd, wicked thoughts running through her mind. She needed a 
drink .. . badly! 

It took only a moment to go into the boat and open the box Cliff had used to 
pack the liquor, and she grabbed the first bottle she saw, not caring what 
kind of liquor it contained. Going back outside, she found a glass on the 
camp table, and she filled it to the top with straight scotch. She didn't 
even wait to sit down again, but standing by the table, she gulped down 
several mouthfuls of the searing liquid until she could feel it slowly 
calming her body. Then she re-filled the glass and took it with her to the 
back deck of the boat, where she again sat down. 

The warmth of the liquor felt good, almost too good, as she was fully aware 
of the wicked, unthinkable sensations pouring through her aroused body. She 
gulped down more of the liquor, its burning taste like a warning note for 
what she could expect from her body. It did little to help her put the wild 
sex scene out of her mind, and in fact the liquor had just the opposite 
effect. Her system was being shocked for the second time that evening, and 
she was fully cognizant of what she had learned about herself as a result. 

Like the girl that her son had been fucking, she too had sexual needs, and 
she was every bit as anxious to have them fulfilled, by anyone! Even her own 
teenage son! That was the horrible part of it, and it made 'her feel more 
guilty than she could ever admit. Barbara continued sitting on the deck, 
sipping her drink as her head buzzed with provoking thoughts. She lost all 
track of time as she desperately fought the overwhelming urge to go into the 
cabin, lie back on a bunk with her legs spread, and play with herself. That 
for the moment had become her sole purpose in maintaining her vigil on the 
deck, and she was hardly aware of the effect the liquor was having on her 
mind and body. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't know 
Cliff had come back until he spoke. 

"So you're having a few by yourself. . ." Cliff said, his words slightly 
slurred. He had been angry when he reached the lodge bar, and he had wasted 
little time in consuming a goodly number of drinks. He had decided in the 
process that his wife was going to have to re-prove her willingness to make 
a new start of their marriage, even if he had to force her to do it. 

Barbara whirled in the chair at the sound of his voice, and her face 
reddened with embarrassment at having been caught. She wasn't thinking as 
much about the liquor she was drinking, as the obscene, incestuous thoughts 
that had been flashing through her mind. Both the lewd images and the liquor 
had taken a toll, and she was totally unconcerned about her husband's 
condition for the first time in their married life. 

"Cliff... I... You scared me!" she said defensively, knowing that she could 
never find an honest excuse for her thoughts. "I felt chilled .. ." she 
added as she realized he was looking at the glass in her hand. 

"Well suppose you and I go into the boat and warm up! I've been thinking it 
was time you made some of your promises good, and I've got a hard-on that 
needs servicing!" He was fully aware of his choice of words, in spite of the 
liquor he'd consumed. He used crude language deliberately, hoping that some 
day it would stir his wife into some real action. He had no idea that all he 
had ever hoped for was going to happen that very evening! 

It was perfect, Barbara thought tipsily, the ideal solution to her guilt. 
She told herself that she didn't want to see him get too belligerent and 
cause a scene that would be overheard by the neighboring campers, but the 
real truth was simply that she liked the idea. She needed a good hard 
"fuck", and she reveled in her thought of the word, that evening as much if 
not more than he did, and she was going to show him that she would be a good 
whore, just like the girl she'd seen doing it with her son. She stood up, 
feeling her legs tremble slightly, but then she walked over to the entrance 
of the cabin. She turned there and looked back at her husband. 

"Well! .. . What are you standing there for?" she whispered drunkenly, her 
voice trailing off like a dying wind. The fire-light on her body made her 
look like a she-devel, and he found his cock stirring with excitement as her 
strangely sensual voice reached his ears. She was apparently more willing to 
let him fuck her tonight, and she was showing it by the wantoness of her 
stance. 

For a moment he wondered if it was- really his wife of seventeen years 
standing there half smashed on scotch, but then he forgot about his 
wonderment as she made a tiny lewd motion that made his cock lurch erect. 
She had extended her middle finger of her right hand, and forming an "O" 
shape with her red, sensual lips, inserted the digit into her mouth. She 
closed her lips around it like she was sucking on a lolly-pop, then slowly 
withdrew her finger, wet and shining in the firelight. With that, she turned 
and disappeared inside the cabin door. 

Cliff walked swiftly after her, nearly tripping over a table as he tried to 
see in the darkness inside. It took a moment before his eyes adjusted to the 
indirect light from the moon outside, and then he saw that she was slipping 
her panties down over her firm, shapely buttocks and thighs from under her 
dress. It was almost too much to believe, but he went to a bunk and 
stretched out to watch her from a comfortable position. He was a little 
surprised that she left her dress on, but he said nothing as she came over 
to the bunk. There was a rolled sleeping bag on the floor beside it, and she 
moved it slightly as she knelt down next to the bunk. 

She had no idea how to go about appearing sexy on purpose, although she did 
without trying, but the images, prurient and vile, that were streaming 
through her mind made her want to do everything just right. She had to prove 
something to herself, and that was simply seeing if she really could be 
sexually appealing to a man. She had never considered it important until 
that night. First looking at her husband's astounded face, then shifting her 
gaze to the area of his bulging cock, she reached out with her nakd, placing 
it on the lump of his hardened cock. "I want to lick it and see what it 
tastes like!" she slurred. "Before you fuck me with it!" 

Her words and touch were like an aphrodisiac, the impact of her statement 
hitting him like an electric shock. She actually wanted to suck him off! 
After all the times he'd tried to get her to do it, now she was telling him! 
The touch of her hand against his painfully throbbing cock even separated by 
his pants, was sending wild, hotly sparking sensations up his spine. 

"Take it out! Do it! Now!" he demanded, leaning up on his elbows to watch. 
He didn't really believe she would actually go through with it without a 
fight, but he was glad to hear her using the kind of language he had never 
heard her speak before. He was surprised at how quickly she obeyed his 
command, as her fingers deftly opened his fly, then dug into his pants to 
work his now excitedly throbbing cock out from his underwear. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" she intoned in her new role of the seductress. Her husband's 
long hard fleshy rod made her hand look small by comparison, and even though 
the light was dim, the throbbing purple head seemed to glow with passion. 
She wrapped her long fingers tightly around the base of the thick member, 
pumping them up and down slightly to make it grow even bigger. Her eyes 
stared at the blood-filled member, a hazy lusting glaze etched over them, 
but she was casual and loose in her manner. 

Her hand worked slowly up and down, like she was pumping a bicycle tire full 
of air, and Cliff could hardly contain his amazement. She was being so 
sensual, and yet he knew that her own body had to be more than hot. The 
manipulations of her fingers was too much like she was going to get started 
with the sucking. He hesitated to press her for fear of breaking the 
fantastically erotic spell she was under. He was willing to be patient up to 
a point, but suddenly he realized he wouldn't have to wait any more. 

Barbara let out a deep throated sigh as she moved her face close to his 
blood-pounding cock, finding her new experience more fascinating than she 
had ever imagined. Then, as if to test it, she opened her mouth and breathed 
hot disturbing air over the tip of his cock. Tiny drops of fluid seemed to 
be nestled just inside the dilated slit, and suddenly she flicked her tongue 
out, licking in the delicate seminal fluid to thrill to the pungent taste. 
She wanted more! 

Her tongue was like liquid fire as it struck his cock, and her dazed husband 
had to force his mind elsewhere for a moment to keep from shooting his hotly 
boiling sperm up into her face right then and there. The sensation flashed 
down his lust-hardened cock to the base of his groin, then seemed to rebound 
through his entire body. Her tongue was moist, and she rolled it over her 
lips as she brought it back into her sensually puckering mouth. Then she 
again flicked it out at the blood-filled head of his painfully swollen cock. 

His balls were like huge reservoirs filled to the bursting point, and he 
could feel the sperm stirring angrily within, anxious for release. She 
continued the flicking action .for several moments, but then suddenly, with 
a low, tigress like growl, she was all over the flesh column, her tongue 
licking slavishly up and down the sensitive urethra tube, while her fingers 
worked erotically over the base of his cock. Her other hand worked into the 
opening of his pants to find his sperm-inflated balls, and she cupped them 
like they were prize objects, slowly fondling them as she kissed his excited 
cock. It was too much to take, and it took all of his will power to keep 
control of himself. 

"Dammit! Suck it!" he groaned through his teeth as he felt the mounting 
pulsations in his groin. Her long reddish hair was spilling down around her 
head, the silken strands tickling lightly against his exposed groin, and 
even the slightest touch felt like a thousand electric shocks. Moistening 
her lips with her tongue, she formed her mouth into a tiny round orifice, 
and she slowly lowered her face toward the tip of his excitedly pulsating 
prick. When the very tip made contact with her mouth, she spread her .lips 
apart just enough to take in the thickness of the fleshy column and sucked 
slowly inward, his throbbing cock slowly disappearing up inside her warmly 
accepting oral cavity. It felt tight and sensational to him, and like a 
bonus prize, her tongue swirled crazily around the head as it moved inside 
her mouth. He couldn't hold still for another second, and brutally he arched 
his hips off the cot, shoving his cock deep into her unsuspecting throat. 

"Uuuuugggghhhh!" She gagged from the sudden penetration of her throat, and 
only half of his cock was buried up inside her open mouth. She felt a 
momentary reservation, but after a second she became accustomed to the 
smooth fleshy roundness filling her mouth, and she bobbed her head down, 
taking even more of his lust-inflated hardness into her mouth. 

He was astonished to see his wife's reaction to his cruel thrust, sure that 
his cock was already pressing back into her larynx, He moaned as her tongue 
worked over the sensitive flesh of his cock like a mad whip, and he leaned 
forward, enthralled and excited by the sight of her unbelievable little 
sucking motions. She had taken nearly two thirds of his cock into her 
throat, and she still held the base tightly in her hand. With her other 
hand, she continued the slow and gentle caressing of his sperm-heavy vails. 
Her tongue swirled wetly around the head of his cock, and then she slowly 
raised her head, nibbling disturbingly down into the hard flesh as she went. 
He couldn't remember ever feeling anything like it, and he was sorry for 
having missed her sucking him off for so many years of their marriage. She 
was really showing a talent that he only dreamed might exist in her, but now 
she was showing him a side of her character that promised even better things 
in all their sex. She stopped raising her head when just the top of his cock 
remained inside her mouth, and he could see white streaks along the column 
of flesh where her teeth had forced the blood from the surface. 

Then, like starting a motor, her hand pumped once quickly, and her head 
began to rhythmically bob up and down his lustfully throbbing male shaft, 
her oral fucking like rippling warm liquid as she sucked it deep up in her 
throat and blowed it slowly out again. 

 Chapter Seven 

"Oh fuckkk!" Qiff grunted as he watched her sensuously maddening little 
actions over his groin. He raised and lowered his hips in time to her 
bobbing head, watching his hard maleness fucking her roundly ovaled mouth as 
though it were a tiny, hair-less little child's cunt. His prick was lewdly 
glistening from her saliva, and her widely ovalled lips pulled salaciously 
along the shaft as it slid in and out. Her cheeks were bloated with the full 
extent of his cock, the rubbery tip lashing the very back of her throat, and 
he was sure she would choke as she mouth fucked him on and on in frenzied 
passionate abandon. 

Getting caught up in the sexuality of her position, Barbara released her 
grip on the thick base of his cock and reached down between her passion taut 
thighs. With fingers extended, she reached for the soft curling mound of her 
pussy, and parting the already hotly gushing lips, wet from her own 
excitement, she instantly found her hardening clitoris. She moaned from deep 
in her throat as she fingered the tiny bud nerve, making it as hard as the 
cock in her mouth. Then feverishly, she ran her middle finger down the 
hair-lined slit to the opening of her pussy, slipping it smoothly into her 
hungrily welcoming cuntal passage. It felt good, and she wormed another 
finger up inside to work with the first one. 

The boiling hot cum in his balls felt like it was going to explode at any 
moment, and he arched his hips up, driving his jerking cock deep into her 
throat. Her hand between his thighs was working furiously, and she pushed 
her middle finger up until it probed teasingly up against his anus. The 
tight sphincter muscle contracted greedily with passion, and she closed her 
mouth tightly around his aching cock at the same moment. It was too much! He 
knew he would have to shoot it off in her mouth soon or his whole body would 
erupt like a raging volcano. He had thought he couldn't possible be more 
excited than he already was when he saw her hand pressing against her cunt, 
two of her fingers working furiously in and out of the tight, hotly 
clenching passage. She was finger fucking herself while she sucked his cock, 
and the sight of her lewd, abnormal actions for her made him even more 
excited than before. 

"God! Oh, God! Suck it baby! Suck it!" he moaned, his whole body converging 
at the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled and licked at his ever growing 
hardness, while her teeth and lips pulled and sucked up and down the 
saliva-drenched rod. His balls drew up tightly, her ringers playing rapidly 
over and around them, causing his whole lower pelvis to lift up off the cot, 
sinking his sensitively tortured cock deep up in the warmth of her mouth. 

He was there, and he reached down, curling his finger in her long reddish 
blond hair to hold her head down on his tingling member. He didn't want her 
to get away now that he finally had her where he wanted her. He wanted her 
to take all of his white cum into her proud little belly to make up for all 
the years of deprivation she had put him through. Her cheeks bloated out as 
the almost full length of his blood-engorged cock slid deep up into her 
throat. It took all of her effort to keep from gagging as the rubbery 
expanding head became trememdously thick, and realizing he was about to cum, 
she moaned aloud and ground her fingers voraciously deep into the tightly 
burning passage of her open cunt. She was ready to climax herself, her belly 
on fire with passion, and imagining his hot cum cascading down her throat 
and into her hungrily waiting belly was enough to set her off. 

"UUUUggghhhhhh!" He groaned as he arched his hips upward, tensed for the 
wild, cataclysmic moment when his hotly swirling cum would make the wild 
dash for the tip of his cock and splash with torrent-like force from his 
swollen cock deep into her greedily swallowing throat. 

And then it came! 

Her cheeks bloated out like overfilled balloons from the seething flood of 
fiery, passion-heated liquid, and her adam's apple bobbed up and down wildly 
in a desperate, but futule attempt to keep up with the insanely gushing 
liquid. Also, as if triggered by her first taste and smell of her husband's 
hot male seed, she drove her dual fingers deeper and deeper up inside her 
voraciously clasping cunt, and her belly, too, erupted into a wild burst of 
ecstasy as it jerked spasmodically with her own crazily exploding orgasm. 

Cliff drove his hips up, his cock sliding into her widely ovaled mouth again 
and again as his sperm pumped crazily down her throat and into her belly. 
The cot nearly collapsed under the force of their mutual orgasm as Barbara 
whined a high-pitched shriek through it all, and only then did he see the 
warm white liquid of her own climax spilling wetly out around the fingers 
fucking deeply into her widespread cunt. When she finally raised her head 
and let her sperm-glistening lips slip reluctantly from his slowly deflating 
cock, he saw the satisfied cat-like expression on her face, and he was 
excitedly chilled by the sheer lewdity of her actions. A thin string of his 
expended cum ran from the edge of her mouth to his cock, and as if eager to 
get it all, she swirled it up with her tongue, grinning all the while. Her 
fingers were still inside the still warmly quivering lips of her vagina, and 
he didn't realize she was intentionally leaving them there until he felt the 
pressure of her finger teasing blatantly against his anus. She was trying to 
tell him something, and the message came to him loud and clear. She was 
ready for his cock now, and he was damn glad to accommodate her! 

"I'm going over to the lodge!" Paul announced to no one in particular. His 
mother was making herself busy with the dirty cooking utensils, and his 
father was re-hanging a part of the awning over the back deck. Paul knew 
that they must have had a fight of some kind, because they had both been so 
quiet all day. It disturbed him somewhat that his mother hadn't left the 
boat at all, even refusing his offer that afternoon to go swimming with him 
on the lake. He couldn't imagine how anyone could pass up an opportunity 
like that. Hell, even his father had gone to the lodge instead. Of course, 
it was just as well that he did go alone, otherwise he might not have seen 
the new arrivals. 

He remembered Jessica telling him that she had to work late at the store, 
and so he had plenty of time to goof around that evening. In fact he might 
not even bother to stop by her place later. She was a hot enough piece of 
ass, but he wanted to check out the family that arrived earlier in the day. 
He had seen the whole family, and the daughter looked both sexy and lonely 
for something to do, so he thought he should look her up in case he got 
tired of Jessica. Jessica was having to work a lot, and he know that she was 
not the type to stick only with him anyway! A little exploring for some 
different action seemed like a good idea, and the new chick was a good 
potential target. 

Cliff stopped what he was doing as he saw Paul starting to leave, and he 
walked outside the awning with his son. "You need anything? Money?" he asked 
putting his arm around Paul. 

"No, dad! I'm going to bum around . .. You know!" he answered. He 
appreciated the offer, and he smiled to acknowledge it. 

"Sure?" but Paul nodded affirmatively, so Cliff got on with what he really 
wanted to know. "Say, I've been meaning to ask how you made out with that 
cute little mermaid . .. What's her name? ... Jessica?" 

"Jessica?... Aahhhh, she's nice an' all I suppose ..." he replied, and he 
shrugged as if to say he really didn't know. He didn't want to let on how 
well he'd actually gotten to know Jessica, as his dad might not understand 
anyway. 

"Not your type, eh?" Cliff presses. 

"Guess not. . ." Paul lied, and not wanting to get into a conversation about 
her, he laughed and started walking. "See you later, dad!" 

"O.K., son!" Cliff waved. It was a great relief to find out that Jessica had 
told him the truth about she and Paul. When he'd met her at the lodge that 
afternoon he had been hesitant to make a play for her. He thought Paul might 
have already scored with her, and he didn't want to cut into his own son's 
time. So he had come right out and asked Jessica about Paul, and she had 
responded that she preferred older and more mature men. It had been an 
obvious invitation that he found difficult to turn down, even though Barbara 
had been so good the night before. It was the way she acted that morning 
that disturbed him, and he was convinced that the. end of his marriage was 
near anyway. So why not pick-up on a young piece when the opportunity 
presents itself? 

"That takes care of the awning," he announced as he moved back inside the 
door. Barbara was inside the boat, but he knew that she had heard him. When 
she didn't answer, he decided to get going, even if it was a little early 
yet. "I'm going up to the theater, .. Good movie I understand . . . Barbara? 
Can you hear me?" 

"I don't feel like going, thank you," she said without coming out of the 
cabin. 

So who invited you? Cliff thought. "I'll be at the theater then!" he added 
outloud. Then without bothering to get a jacket, he walked away from the 
pier toward the theater. 

Barbara stood up from the bunk to see if Cliff was gone, and noting that the 
area was empty of people, she was satisfied and relieved. She just couldn't 
face anyone at the moment, not even her own son. 

Returning to the bunk she had been stretching out on, she picked up the 
bottle of scotch and refilled her glass before lying down again. She took a 
sip of the drink, and it tasted worse than she had remembered it ever 
tasting, so she set the glass down, knowing that the liquor wouldn't block 
out the truth anyway! She had acted like a wanton whore the previous night, 
and that was the simple truth of it. Her performance had been shameful and 
disgusting, yet the worst of it was her conviction that it had been her true 
self. 

She wanted to do those vile and disgusting things with her husband, and it 
was because she felt guilty about the even more horrendous feelings she had 
then about doing them with her own sixteen year-old son. At that moment, 
lying on the bunk, she wanted to shove her fingers into her pussy to still 
the fire that flared up over and over again in her belly. She couldn't put 
the image of Paul's young smooth nakedness hovering over that girl's nude 
body out of her mind, and the feelings it gave her, the terrible violent 
feelings! 

Jumping up from the bunk, Barbara came to a decision about what she had to 
do. It was the only way she would find the peace of mind that would enable 
her to face her son again. She didn't know what his feelings were about the 
girl, but she refused to believe they could be serious. At any rate, she had 
to tell the girl to stay away from Paul. It was the only way she could 
release her own terrible fears and thoughts that ran through her mind. 
Reminding herself that she had to be calm and collected when confronting the 
girl, Barbara took one more sip of the drink she'd set by the cot, then 
shaking her head to clear it, she picked up a flashlight remembering her 
mistake of the previous evening. 

She headed in the general direction of the main trail, walking fast to get 
there before she changed her mind. Finding the trail that lead to the 
theatre, she turned on her flashlight, but kept her eyes peeled for the 
light of the girl's camp. As she followed the trail along, she had to stop 
several times, trying to recognize the place where she had left the trail, 
and each time she moved on, unsure of herself. Before she realized how far 
she had gone, she found that she was standing by the entrance to the outdoor 
theatre. She turned around quickly, heading back down the trail and hoping 
that Cliff hadn't spotted her. She remembered that he had said he would be 
at the movie, and she thought she might join him there after she had a talk 
with the girl. 

Barbara turned off the trail and began wandering in what whe thought to be 
the correct direction. It took her ten minutes, but she finally spotted the 
firelight from the girl's camp. As she approached the camp, she felt her 
heart pounding wildly as she was again reminded of the last time she had 
been there. Everything seemed exactly the same, the firelight casting the 
strange shadows against the awning around the camp, and even the moaning 
sounds seemed to still echo among the trees. Yet, it wasn't until she was a 
few feet from the angle entrance to the campsite that she realized she was 
in fact hearing the same type sounds again. It was the girl's voice, and her 
words were like a banshee howl in the wind. 

"Ooooohhhh! Ooooouuuuuuu! Yyyeeeesssssss, daddddyyyy! Fuck my asssssssssss . 
. . Harddddddddd!" 

Barbara moved to the spot she had viewed the fucking from the previous night 
like she was drawn to it by a powerful magnet. Whatever was happening had to 
be terrible by the sound of the girl's howl! Reaching the spot, she froze, 
the sight both relieving and riling her at the same time. It was almost like 
it had been the night before, only it was different, more perverse, file, 
lewd, and arousing! 

Jessica was bent over on the blanket, a dress bunched up around her neck 
while her nude young tits swayed and danced lewdly with rolling motions 
beneath her. Her firmly round ass was lifted up in the air, and a huge cock 
was slamming in and out of her tight young anus with tremendous force. The 
sight was so shocking that she didn't even recognize the man at first, but 
after a moment hit Barbara with rude awakening force. It was her own 
husband, Cliff's cock screwing into the helpless girl's tightly stretched 
rectum. His fingers massaged the quivering moons of her soft, wildly 
rotating buttocks back against his hard driving cock as if begging for more. 
They were both completely immersed in their lewd perverse act, neither one 
caring if they were heard or not. 

My God, Barbara thought, I'm watching my own husband fucking the same girl 
as my son fucked before, only in her anus ... He had to be killing her! She 
knew she should be horribly sickened by the lewd sight before her eyes, but 
all she felt was a tremendous surge of heat, a quickening of her own pulse 
as her whole body shuddered with remembered pleasures. She narrowed her eyes 
to the point where her husband's body joined the girl, the tight 
brownish-pink orifice stretched wide around the thickness of rock-hard 
flesh, and she felt her own cunt helplessly secreting a continual flow of 
her passion juicesi The soft hair-lined slit of her pussy was soaked up 
between her legs and she felt the impossible sensations of delightful 
tinglings in her clitoris and nipples. Watching her husband seducing the 
girl aroused her to such a high state of passion that she knew she too had 
to find release, and soon! 

His cock was slamming into the girl's anus with greater and greater fury, 
and she was moaning continually, her ass moving in circles as she raised her 
hips up to him. She reached back under her lust-battered body, her hand 
extended, and she suddenly wormed three fingers into her moistly aroused 
pussy. She took up his rhythm with her fingers, fucking them up her tight 
young cunt while her ovally stretched rectum was pounded mercilessly with 
his lust-hard cock. 

God, Barbara thought, she should be outraged at seeing her husband fucking 
the young teenage girl from behind like this, but the only emotion she felt 
was one of relief, glad that it wasn't her son engaged in the vile and 
perverse act with her. At the same time, she was feeling a mounting spasm in 
her own belly as the stimulating sight began to dominate her mind. She was 
remembering that she hadn't bothered to get fully dressed that day, that her 
body was naked under the coat and dress she had thrown on that morning, and 
she moved her hands to the front, her fingers loosening the buttons to bare 
her creamy white tits. Slipping her hands inside, she cupped the twin, 
slightly trembling mounds, then teasingly rolled the nipples between her 
thumbs and forefingers, and she shivered with the sensation. 

She couldn't stop her hands as she felt her body coming to life like never 
before. She needed satisfaction arid nothing else mattered, not even her 
reasons for being there in the first place. Dropping her right hand down 
over her smooth naked belly, she placed the flat of her palm over the soft 
curling pubic hair covering her nakedly pulsating pussy slit. Then quickly, 
she slid her fingers along the wetly seeping little slit, finally coming to 
rest on the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. She began to shake with silent 
pleasure as she watched her husband and the young teenage girl in their lewd 
coupling, and her finger moved faster and faster over her wildly throbbing 
clitoris, sending rapturous pleasure over the nerves in her body. If the 
light hitting the side of the awning hadn't attracted her attention, she 
would have still been fingering desperately her openly excited pussy when 
her son came up. 

Pulling her hands out of her open dress, Barbara felt panic like she had 
never known as she realized that Paul was approaching. She wanted to run to 
him, stop him from coming any closer to the campsite before he too saw the 
lewd, perverse thing his own father was doing to the hotly kneeling young 
girl. Yet, she couuldn't make herself move, even though to act immediately 
might result in the complete destruction of Paul's image of his father. She 
couldn't find the power within herself because his discovery would also show 
him that the girl was nothing more than a wanton, insatiable little bitch. 

Paul had given up trying to score with the new girl that evening, as her 
family seemed to hover around her like a human jail. He had gone over to the 
lodge then to see Jessica, and it wasn't until he got there that he found 
she had been scheduled to work only that afternoon. He suspected something 
immediately, and he had decided to go to her camp to find out the truth for 
himself. As, he approached, he was surprised to see his mother standing by 
the entry through the awning, and he hurried to her to find out what she was 
doing there. 

Barbara was shaking violently as Paul came up to her, and all she could 
manage to do was put her finger to her lips to indicate his remaining 
silent. She had forgotten about her open dress in her exitement, and she 
instinctively put her arms up to protect her son. 

At first Paul thought his mother was in trouble, that she had been somehow 
tricked or raped and made to stand by the camp entry with her dress open. It 
wasn't until he had put his arms around her that he saw the lewd scene over 
her shoulder. It was his father! He was fucking Jessica . .. Not just 
fucking her, but ramming his cock into her asshole! Her ass was gyrating 
with an insane frenzy of lust back against his father's prick like she loved 
it more than anything in the world! It was the most sexual thing he'd ever 
seen in his life, and it just didn't matter that it was his father fucking 
Jessica. But then he remembered that the feeling might not be the same for 
his mother, and he felt that he had to somehow protect her from the terrible 
hurt and shame she had to feel. He was hardly aware of the fact that his own 
virile young cock had become hard and throbbing from the effects of the 
bizarre sight beyond. 

"Mom ... I.. . Don't be . .." he searched for the right words, but the 
images lewdly exciting in his mind made concentration impossible. It was 
simply too stimulating, arousing, having to stand where he was without doing 
it himself. The only words that came to his mind were descriptive of his 
dominating thoughts. "God, Mom! It's really wild ... I mean .. . They're 
enjoying it so much!" He spoke as if he was disappointed not to be involved. 

She wanted to say something that would have meaning, a purpose, or a 
philosophical statement about experiences in life, but she couldn't seem to 
get the words out of her throat. All she could do was sense the erect lump 
of his cock pushing against her burning loins, knowing that it was the very 
same cock she had watched skewering into the girl's cunt last night, and she 
was filled with dizzying waves of unfulfilled lust. 

"Mom . .. You mustn't. . ." He couldn't find the words as his whole purpose 
was suddenly disturbed and a flooding new desire was taking hold of him. he 
leaned his head back to look in her eyes, and there was the unmistakable 
sign of sexual arousal deep within them. 

"It's what they wanted," she said, confused where the words came from in her 
mind. Was it an observation, or was she trying to justify the act? 

She knew that her son was aroused, that he was not only able to watch his 
father fuck his young girlfriend in the rectum, but that he got some 
perverted pleasure out of it, just as she did. She couldn't deny his sexual 
awakening, nor ignore the hard young cock, that she used to wash for him 
when he was a child, pressing even harder into her loins. He was a virile 
male, and definitely excited by his own mother's nearness. She knew that she 
was losing control of herself, being consumed by the forces of her latent 
lust, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding her pussy against her 
son's groin. 

"Oh, Paul.. . We ..." She tried to fight off the mounting passion as she 
realized what she was thinking. It was vile . .. perverse . .. wrong! With 
her own son! But her cunt was on fire! Almost with unconscious response, his 
hands slid into the opening of her dress, and he grasped her full tits, 
squeezing them until the flesh rolled out between his fingers. His cock 
seemed bigger than it had ever been, and he wanted his mother's hands around 
it, holding it.. . putting it inside .. . her pussy! They were watching the 
coupling so few feet from them, and their actions seemed to emulate each 
motion of passion. Paul was able to find the words first. 

"God, Mom! I want to fuck you while Dad's doing it to my girl!" 

Everything was suddenly wildly free, as if all of the problems of the past 
had just disappeared to be supplanted with loving desire. The truth had come 
out, and Barbara knew that she had all along wanted to have her son's hard 
cock driving hotly up inside her belly from whence it came. She pulled at 
the zipper of his pants, groping at the material and shoving it down over 
his hips to let fall to the ground as her hand wrapped possessively around 
his erect young cock. At the same moment he drew her coat and dress away 
from her body, and then it was at her feet, his mother's voluptuously curved 
body completely naked and open to him. She squeezed the hard flesh of his 
cock, feeling the blood rapidly flowing through it and giving it life. Was 
it wrong? Was what she really wanted really wrong? Didn't it make her feel 
more like a woman? Yes! Oh god, YESSSS! 

He clenched her body tightly to him as his lips showered her with tenderness 
and compassion and sexual desire. She felt his throbbing hard cock with her 
fingers, pulling and stroking it, melting with the fantastic passion welling 
up in her body. She had to have him right away . .. There and now! His rigid 
shaft was long and hard, jutting straight out from his body as he stood 
before her, and she wanted to caress all of his young body with her lips, 
and her loins. Kneeling down on the ground covered with pine-needles, she 
pulled him with her, and lay trembling on her back, her legs spread wide in 
invitation and the image of she and her son writhing hotly together in 
sexual intercourse-as they momentarily would be-adding immensely to the 
forbidden sensuality of the moment. 

Placing his knees between his mother's wide-spread thighs, he ran his hands 
gently up the soft inner flesh, slowly moving them toward the wet warmth of 
her openly inviting pussy. "You're so beautiful Mom!" His fingers found the 
pink curving slit of her pussy, and he brushed the tips across the tiny 
erect bud of her clitoris, causing her to gasp out loud from the obscenely 
delicious sensation. 

"Ooooooh, yessssss! My darlingggggg!" She felt like she was going to burst 
from the pressure in her belly as she felt her son's fingers probing into 
the right, mouth-shaped opening of her wonderously clasping cunt. His face 
was pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts, and his mouth nipped at the 
hardened tips, sending electric sensations through her entire body. There 
was no time, for second thoughts about what they were doing, there couldn't 
be. All that mattered was having each other in sexual connection for the 
ultimate pleasure of their uncontrollably rising lust. Paul was slowly 
rolling over on his back as his mother rolled with him, her thighs wide 
apart, and coming up to straddle him until she was kneeling on either side 
of his hips, hovering sensually above him. His swollen cock was jutting 
straight up toward the pink lined slit of her quivering pussy, and she held 
it in her hand, moving the thick purple head back and forth to part the hair 
lined slit of her hungrily demanding cunt. 

"Now, Mom! I've got to fuck you nowww!" her young teenage son moaned, and he 
arched his hips up, trying desperately to drive his blood-filled cock into 
the slickness of her open cuntal passage. 

"Oooooooooh! Yyyeeessssss! Fuck mee, my little darlingggg, Noooooowww." she 
hissed, and reaching down with her other hand, she parted the lips of her 
liquidly flowing pussy. She hesitated for only an instant, fully aware of 
the wicked, incestous thing she was about to do, and then she plunged down 
against her son's cock, the throbbing head expanding the momentarily 
resisting little lips of her cunt until they almost ripped with the 
pressure. 

"AAaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" She screamed as she felt the virile 
young shaft lurch upwards inside her tightly welcoming passage, filling her 
cunt far more than she had expected. He was leaning up on his elbows to look 
down between his mother's open thighs and watch his hardened member 
disappear into her pulsating pussy. With one hungry surge, he jammed it up, 
driving it all the way up inside until the whole of her excitedly quivering 
belly was filled to completion with the fantastically erotic sensation. 

"Ooooooooohhh!" She could feel every wrinkle of his desire-thickened young 
cock as it stretched the tight, sensually pulsating walls of her pussy to 
almost bursting. She had not expected it to be so big, so good, and she 
ground her pelvis down on his loins, wanting to be fucked hard by her 
wonderful young boy. 

Cliff was in such a sheer state of ecstasy that he never saw or heard 
anything but Jessica's lewd pleas of lust, until he was violently made aware 
of another couples presence by an earth shattering scream. His cock was sunk 
to the hilt in Jessica's rectum, his balls nearly bursting with his cum, 
while she drove her fingers deep inside her liquid cunt like a wild animal. 
When the voice out of the night pierced his lust filled brain, he was shaken 
erect, almost afraid to move from the crushing realization he experienced. 
It was his wife, he knew, and the sight that filled his eyes when he turned 
was like a hammer blow to his head. Barbara was humping over a man, no, a 
boy, his boy! They were fucking right there on the ground not ten feet away 
from him! 

"Five it to me! Oh God, daddy! Fuck my assss!" Jessica screeched as she 
ground her buttocks back against his cock. She was almost there, and he had 
stopped his battering fucking of her now desperately straining rectum! 
"Don't stop now! Don't stop!" she moaned, but he wasn't listening. 

Cliff pulled his nearly exploding cock from the depths of her rectum with a 
loud lewd sucking noise. All he could think about was making sure he wasn't 
dreaming, and he pulled away from Jessica in spite of the excitement 
coursing through his body. She looked up to see what he was doing, and it 
was all perfectly clear in an instant. 

"Sonofabitch!" He screamed unbelievingly as he stared down at his wife and 
son's nakedly locked bodies. Barbara was straddled over his groin, riding up 
and down his desire-hardened young cock like an insane whore. They were both 
so engrossed in their incestuous fucking, that they hardly noticed they were 
then being observed. Jessica moved up behind Cliff, almost pleased to see 
his hurt for having stopped when she was so near climax, but then she also 
understood the shock he had to feel. It was possible he would do something 
that she didn't want to have occurring in her camp, and she realized that 
she had to calm him down. 

"Your wife is very beautiful," she whispered encouragingly. The tone of her 
voice; the detached calmness of her observation; both had the effect of 
dampening his fury. His initial explosive reaction was squelched, but it was 
replaced by a state of perfect confusion. Had he been to blame? They had 
obviously see him fucking the young teenage girl in the behind. Could that 
have brought them to doing it? He wanted to remain angry, but in the back of 
his mind he knew of other events, things he'd done that had certainly been 
influential in bringing his son and wife into this lustly forbidden 
incestuous act. Suddenly he felt very despondent... He was being left out! 

There was nothing else but her son's cock as Barbara felt it driving deep 
into her womb. Every inch felt like an answer to all she ever wanted or 
needed. It was total fulfillment of her mind and body. She was completely 
outside of reality, but when she heard her husband cry out, her senses 
sought him out. She realized through her lust-driven haze that he was hurt, 
and she didn't want that. It was wrong for him to feel guilty about anything 
so utterly magnificent and beautiful. She wanted to make him happy too, have 
him enjoying the same pleasures and sensations that she was able to now for 
the first time give. 

"Cliff!" she grunted as the incessant pace of Paul's pistoning cock never 
let up. "Fuck me too ... where did the girl. . . Fuck my asshole!" She never 
eased up in her own fucking, and Paul could only nod in agreement with her. 

It was something that the still wildly excited young girl wanted to see, so 
she pushed Giff toward his wife and son, encouraging him to do as his wife 
asked. He needed little encouragement, as it was the thing that he wanted 
too. His cock was erect aagain instantly, anxious and ready to fuck his wife 
in the hungrily flexing depths of her rectum while his son fucked upwards 
into her open cunt. He kneeled down behind her and gazed rapturously at the 
tiny puckered anus nestled between his wife's rhythmically gyrating 
buttocks. She was more than ready for him as she had already reached back 
with her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart for her husband. 
His pulsating cock jerked as he moved up behind her body, and he probed at 
the virgin anus with his finger, making the tight resisting ring of flesh 
give way. Barbara leaned forward, forcing her muscles to relax as she felt 
the unnatural intrusion. 

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" She squealed as his finger wormed slowly up into the 
tightness of her rectum, and the pain continued as he worked it feverishly 
around to stretch her anus for the greater entry to come. The combination of 
pleasure and pain that racked her body was overwhelming, and with a low 
groaning noise in her throat she fucked back lasciviously against the two 
probing instruments, wanting to have the two cocks she loved most in the 
world fucking into her burning belly at the same time. Inpatiently, her, 
husband pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt her buttocks being 
pulled wide apart by this thumbs, and then the tremendous pressure of flesh 
against her anus. "Oh, God! Uuggghh! Ohhh! It hurtssssss!" she groaned, but 
she shoved back her hips nontheless. Holding her narrow waist, he shoved 
hard forward, his large cock stiff and eager to be fucking into her rectum. 
Giving a lust-inspired jerk forward, the smooth rubbery-like flesh of his 
cock popped inside the tight restricting opening, the tip of his cock caught 
like a stick in an elastically snapping trap. 

"Aaagggghhhhhh!" She cried out in agony as the searing pain streaked through 
her body. She was being torn apart, split in two like a ripe watermelon! He 
shoved forward again, driving his thick cock yet deeper into her rectum, and 
her anguished cry was lost in the stillness of the night. Yet in spite of 
the pain, she was loving it! A strange masochistic pleasure seemed to course 
through her blood stream to all parts of her passion wracked body. Again he 
shoved forward, and this time she was able to choke back the gasping cry in 
her throat. It seemed like he would never reach the end as the heated 
passage to her rectum was being widened, and stretched beyond belief. But 
then finally, she felt his pelvis smack into her nakedly upturned buttocks, 
and seconds later her cries turned to screams of joy. 

Her husband began fucking in and out of her asshole immediately, sawing in 
an uneven rhythm as he tried to match the strokes of her son's cock in her 
cunt. They bucked and jerked inside her, and she groaned outloud as both 
husband and son skewered her like a helpless ragdoll between them. Each 
could feel the other's cock pulsating and driving excitedly through the thin 
membrane that separated the two twin passages, and in a moment they were 
fucking in rhythmic unison, their timing somehow coming together as they 
withdrew their cocks leaving only the head tips inside her. Her husband's 
was held by the tightly locked little sphincter ring, and her young teenage 
son's by the ragged pink-rimmed lips of her now insatiable cunt. Then 
suddenly, they both rammed forward simultaneously, driving deep back inside 
her, their stiffness pushing against each other's along the parallel 
channels of her cunt and rectal passage. 

"Ohhh! Yeeeeeesss! Harder! Fuck me harderrrrrr!" 

Then, as if in answer to her pleading screams, she was mercilessly buffeted 
between the two hotly pistoning cocks as they both reacted to her pleading 
cry. They fucked into her widespread groin in a constant rhythm, each to his 
separate orifice, each working together. It was like a living insanity, 
magnificently searing through all of their passion griped bodies. 

The young teenage girl, Jessica, had never in her liffe seen anything like 
the sheer uncontrolled lust before her, and it made her own belly flame with 
tremendous intensity. She was compelled to take care of her own needs, and 
she dug her fingers into her cunt, finger fucking herself furiously in time 
to the two cocks driving up inside her young boyfriend's mother. 

Their fucking was becoming faster and faster, all of them groaning and 
grunting their mutual passion as they neared orgasm, and Jessica stared 
wide-eyed at the unbelievable spectacle, seeing close up the tight rubbery 
flesh of the older woman's tightly clenched little rectum rolling in and out 
with the driving, deep plowing shaft of flesh in her rectum, while another 
cock skewered incessantly in the soaking pink flesh of her hungrily nibbling 
cunt. Barbara's tits were quivering crazily from the incessant force o, f 
the two ramming cocks, her mouth open, tongue licking around and around her 
saliva moistened lips as she neared orgasm. 

The bizarre scene was so erotically overwhelming, the young teenage girl 
felt her own climax coming upon hwer with fantastic speed, and with a low, 
earthy grunt, she wormed two fingers of her other hand into the tight, 
already stretched orifice of her anus, as she jammed three fingers 
desperately in and out of her hotly lusting cunt. 

"Ooouuu! Aaahhhhhh!" Barbara was screaming as she felt a building spasm 
violently jarring her belly. Never had anything been so wonderful, her son 
and husband fucking her nakedly sandwiched body at the same time with their 
huge cocks driving, side by side into her hungrily churning rectum and cunt. 
She loved it, all of the perverse and vile symbols making it so much better! 
She loved it... Suddenly her son's teenage cock drove deep up into her 
opening contracting cunt, the thick head swelling as it pushed to the 
fartherest depths of her womb, and he grunted and twisted beneath her. 

"Uuuuuuggghhh! Aaaaaaggggggggg!" She felt the first white hot blast of cum 
strike her belly like a sizzling bolt of lightning, her son's cock spewing 
his sperm deep, deep up inside her contracting pussy, and as if waiting for 
the moment, her husband shoved hard forward, thrusting his suddenly 
intensely bursting cock deeper inside her greedily milking rectum. 

"Oooooooooh, yeeeeeesssssssss! Oh God, "I'rnmmmmmccccccuuummmiiinnnggg!" Her 
body erupted with a cunt flooding orgasm of insanely exploding ecstasy as 
she felt the hot male liquid filling her rectum and pussy, both cocks 
jerking wildly up inside her belly, almost touching at the tips as they 
squirted out their orgasm. She bucked against the two instruments, her body 
a violent shivering spasm of thrilling lust. Their bodies were fused 
together by the heat of their passion, a fire so intense that at that 
moment, it burned indelibly forever into their passion-crazed minds. 


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