The Famished Divorcee
by Yvette Derne
(LLP-728)


CHAPTER ONE 

Ellen Manning pulled her pickup over to the side of the dusty, rutted 
mountain road and looked down at the valley below. It was so beautiful here 
in this small valley where she had just bought her house. She had everything 
she had always wanted now ... everything but Dusty... 

It had been two years now since her divorce, and she still couldn't believe 
that Dusty had wanted it ... She had loved him so desperately, and she still 
did. She had thought that he felt the same way, but she had been wrong and 
she had to learn to live without him. It had been difficult but she was 
finally adjusting to the routine of not being married, in the daylight hours 
anyway. 

It was the nighttime that was so hard to endure, the cold empty bed and the 
lack of warmth there. No man, no hard virile cock filling her pussy to the 
depths. A man's cock was the hardest to live without, thought the young 
woman, but maybe, in time, maybe she would be able to live without it ... 
she would have to because she could never bring herself to go to bed with 
anyone else, ever! 

About six months after her divorce became final she had met Kay and they 
became fast friends. 

At first, Ellen only worked in Kay's gift shop in the city when she would go 
on buying trips but eventually they became partners in the thriving little 
business. 

Kay had been an understanding friend and help Ellen to begin a new life 
alone. 

So finally she had been forced to face that terrible fact; there would be no 
more Dusty. He was gone from her life leaving a void which could never be 
filled again... 

Oh, God, how she ached for the feel of his iron-hard cock ramming and 
churning deep in her clutching cunt! He had left such an aching void, a need 
which so often became a fever in the night that she did wild things to 
herself and had even God forgive her, she had done unnatural but deliciously 
satisfying things with Kay. She blushed every time she thought of them, 
tried to push them from her mind, though they never went completely away. 

Now, the young divorcee climbed down from the truck to lean over the rail of 
the curving highway and look down at her new home. The home she would have 
to occupy alone. 

It was an unseasonably hot day and she wore a minimum of clothing only a 
thin, paint-streaked shirt and soft, faded jeans which had been chopped off 
very short so they barely covered the full cheeks of her buttocks as she 
bent over. The soft fleece of her cuntal hair made a fringe at the too-tight 
crotch. She knew they pressed deep into the slit of her pussy, that they 
really hid nothing, but up here, who was to see? She tossed her head and a 
mane of golden brown hair flashed in the sun. She breathed deeply, her full 
breasts stretching against the flimsy fabric of the old shirt She looked 
down, two hundred feet into the little valley, and the sight of the home 
which would finally be hers excited her she felt the buds of her nipples 
rising and the lips of her long-unused cunt beginning to swell. 

How she wished it could be filled at that moment, stretched to the bursting 
point with hard male cock that would surge and pound excitingly in the tight 
sheath of her deprived cunt. Ellen reached between the smooth tapering 
columns of her golden-tan thighs and begin to run her fingers over the 
throbbing outline of her cuntal slit. She could feel herself becoming wet as 
the juices of her rising passion began to flow, soaking her hidden cunt-hair 
darkening the faded denim of her shorts. 

I must stop! I must stop this!, the lovely tormented young divorcee told 
herself, even as her panting became more intense and her fingers sawed 
faster and faster, harder and harder over her thrusting pubic mound. Her 
sensuous mouth opened to let her tongue slide over her full lips. Her head 
went back and a near-grimace of ecstasy contorted her beautiful features as 
she felt the hair escaping from the bottom edge of her shorts become soaked 
and slick as her orgasm began. 

She cried out as the waves of her orgasm swept shudderingly through her 
quaking body. "Aaauugghh!" 

It had taken only moments, and now with the tremors easing, Ellen slumped 
against the truck and tried to regain her composure. It had been so long 
since she had yielded to the temptation to masturbate, at least a month, and 
then her resolve had melted away while she looked down at her little home. 
It seemed something ungovernable had come over her. Now, face flushed, she 
gasped for air like a fish out of water as slowly she regained her normal 
composure. Viewing this livid act were two men hidden across the road. 

"My God will you look at that cunt play with herself, Chuck!" Hal Witt said 
in a hushed voice, "She's about to drive herself right over the edge of the 
fucking mountain!" 

"She sure is," his companion agreed as he put aside the extra wire and tools 
he had been using in the telephone truck. "Christ, what a beautiful ass! And 
those tits! Man, it's goin' to be nice to get those in my mouth and suck 
them right off her!" Chuck Quinn smacked his thick lips and leaned forward 
to get a clearer view of the furiously masturbating brunette. "You bet your 
sweet ass! 

"What the hell? you know her?" Hal Witt asked. "Who is she?" 

"Name's Ellen Manning. She's a divorcee and from the look of things a hell 
of a horny one," the lineman said. "She's movin' into the old Yeats place 
down there now that the old people are dead. Seems she and her husband made 
a deal to buy it years ago, and got it cheap 'cause they agreed to let Mr. 
and Mrs. Yeats live there until they died. Meanwhile, her hubby got a 
divorce and now she's takin' it over. She works at a gift shop in Carmel. I 
know all this 'cause she was in the post office filling out a change of 
address form the other day. But she sure as hell wasn't dressed like that! 
Not then. She had all that fine ass covered up in a smock that made her look 
like nothin'. I made a couple o' remarks, like I'd be glad to help her get 
settled and introduce her around to the neighbors, but whe turned off and 
just looked at me. 

"Looks like maybe we can both give her somethin' else, pal," his friend 
leered. "Something like a good stiff length of cock right between those 
beautiful legs. I'm going to like workin' this repair route with you!" 

"Maybe a cock right between those sweep lips, if we play it right," Chuck 
Quinn said. "But I tell ya, that's one snooty cunt. I know cunt, and this 
one ain't goin' to put for either one of us unless we make her do it." 

"Rape is a pretty heavy scene," the other said doubtfully. 

"Not rape, you ass-hole!" Chuck countered, "We wait until we catch her in a 
situation that she don't want anybody to know about, then we put it to her 
that either she takes care of us or we noise it around." 

"Christ, catching her jacking herself off on a public road should be 
enough," Witt leered. "Let's drive over there and put it to her right now!" 

"Shit, no wonder you never get any pussy worth sticking a cock into," Chuck 
Quinn said in disgust. "She'd be down talking to the cops in a minute and 
they know us well enough they'd believe her and we'd be fired and out on our 
asses! Maybe into the jailhouse for blackmail or something. No dumbbell, we 
take our time and do it my way. Let her get settled in and see what we can 
see. Now, when she came to the office, she had another cunt with her. Cute 
little blonde-haired girl. I got the idea maybe they have eyes for each 
other. Hell, I know the other one is hot for Ellen. 

Kept looking at her all the time, even though I was lettin' her know I was 
interested. And damn it. I may be pushing forty, but you gotta admit I get 
more ass than I can use most of the time". 

"Yeah. People are always bitchin' because you're always ogling," Hal 
conceded. "How the hell come I don't score so good?" 

"Some guys just can't get laid in a haystack", Chuck said with a 
good-natured grin. "Just remember I saw this one first." 

"Don't worry I'll let you lead. I won't fuck us up." 

"Yeah. Don't. Looks like she's had enough. She's drivin' away now." 

"Too bad we don't have some business for her today." 

"There's always tomorrow," Chuck Quinn said. "If we work it right, we could 
be playin' pussy with that prime cunt for a long, long time to come!" 

* * * 

Ellen maneuvered her truck along the narrow, curving lane which led from the 
county road to the cottage, a growth of high bushes screening if from the 
road. She braked to a stop in the drive and sat for a moment gazing happily 
at the little house. 

It was built of redwood, with a shingle roof and large windows. A stone 
fireplace dominated one end of the structure. Once again, Ellen thought how 
fortunate she was to finally have it all to herself if only her young 
husband could have been here to really make it the culmination of their 
dreams of long ago! But Dusty was out, so she would just have to enjoy it as 
best she could by herself and if she didn't like it she could always sell 
it. Maybe even for a profit. On the one hand she wished that she and Dusty 
had lived in it, even for the short duration of their life together, and on 
the other hand she was glad they hadn't. This way there would be no ghosts 
to haunt her as she moved about through the snug rooms of the house. 

All things considered, her new home appeared to be as close to perfect as 
possible, Ellen reflected. It even offered a magnificent panorama of fields 
and mountains from which she might photograph dozens of pictures to sell in 
Kay's gift shop. 

And, thank God, she would no longer have to put up with the annoyance from 
sex-hungry males of all ages to which she had been subjected in the past two 
years, during which she had lived in several apartment houses, moving each 
time because men simply would not leave her alone, refusing to believe her 
when she insisted she did not want to have sex with them. That when she 
agreed to a dinner date or a drive in the country, she meant nothing more 
should develop. They were all alike, she thought with frustration. All they 
wanted to do was get her in bed and jam their cocks into her lovely body. 
For a time she had dated men in their twenties, close to her own age and 
when she had found them all the same in their pawing demands on her body, 
she had tried older men, some as old as forty-five. 

And they had been worse! Worse because they had much more experience, knew 
how to arouse her to the point where she almost cried out in wild abandon 
for them to fuck her, fill the great burning pit that smoldered between her 
legs, a banked fire neglected since the last time Dusty had filled it with 
his throbbing, wildly ramming maleness. 

They had tried just about everything imaginable, skillfully getting their 
hands and fingers on her aching vital parts, some even trying to get their 
heads between her thrashing legs and put their mouths on her yearning cuntal 
slit! She had wanted their hardness so badly, yet had refused to succumb to 
her own pent-up desires. And only a very few times had she yielded to the 
torture and sought relief with Kay. 

She knew it was wrong, allowing another girl to make love to her, but 
somehow it didn't seem as wrong to achieve blessed release through the 
gentle caresses of Kay's lips and tongue than to surrender to the rampant 
males who wanted only to use her body, dump their hot, gushing sperm up into 
the seething channel of her neglected young cunt. And her body continuously 
cried out for the sexual experiences she had denied herself for so terribly 
long. She had no delusions about her own needs. She was a sensually aroused 
woman, needing and wanting a man. 

But she now wanted far more than an iron-hard penis to stretch her cunt and 
sperm-heavy testicles to pound against the widespread cheeks of her churning 
buttocks while her long tapering legs clamped tightly around her straining 
partner! She needed a man who would love her, cherish her, treat her with 
all the tenderness she had at first received from her young husband. A man 
who would want to marry her and make a home for her. There could be no one 
like Dusty, ever, but somehow, some way, there must be a man with the same 
good qualities, a man who would love and marry her and stay with her and 
fill the eternal void in her life. She didn't know if she could ever love 
another man, but if she found the right sort, she would be a good wife to 
him, give him all of herself. 

Well, this day was the one to begin a new life, if ever she was going to do 
it. A new home, far from the tensions of the turbulent city, isolated yet 
close to tracts of good, middle-class families. Certainly she would be able 
to make some good friends in Oak Grove, as the area was called. 

And there was another advantage to the location. It was distant enough from 
the city that if she had a particularly frustrating encounter with a man as 
was sure to happen in time she would not be tempted to go to Kay's home for 
comfort and what else could it be called. Unnatural sex! 

"Well, if I'm going to get moved in, I'd better not sit here and daydream 
all day," the lissome young divorcee told herself as she stepped from the 
truck and crossed the overgrown lawn to the door of the house, the key ready 
in her hand. 

It was with a thrill that she inserted it in the lock and let herself into 
her home for the first time. 

Ellen stepped into the living room, leaving the door open to let in the 
fresh air. The house had been closed for some weeks and the air was musty. 

Ellen had not realized how hot the day had become or maybe the heat was due 
to the fact that the house was set in a natural bowl which would restrict 
the movement of air, trap the heat of the day. She was glad she'd worn a 
minimum of clothes, and wished she'd put on shorts which hadn't shrunk quite 
so much. 

With each quick scissoring of her long tanned, smooth-fleshed legs, the 
fabric rubbed the distended lips of her cunt, arousing the flesh she had 
appeased with her fingers so urgently and shamelessly only a short while 
before. 

God! How did I ever let myself do that! she thought. What if someone was 
watching? Oh, whatever came over me! 

"Good morning, ma'am," a voice said behind her as she bent low to pick up a 
box, the half-moon of her buttocks straining tight against the faded shorts. 
"Are you Mrs. Manning?" 

Startled, the lovely young brunette dropped the box and whirled around, her 
mouth dropping open at the unexpected intrusion. She had been sure she was 
the only person for miles around. Her deep brown eyes fastened on a youth 
who was just dismounting from a bike and leaning it against a huge oak tree 
which shaded the yard. He had the look of an overgrown puppy, a rangy boy, 
well-muscled but judging from his shy grin, barely of driving age. His hair 
was blonde. His blue eyes looked at her in embarrassment, and she knew he 
was trying to repress the young male thoughts which must be spilling in 
confusion through his mind at the lush vision of her richly mature body. He 
was deeply tanned, but a few freckles showed through the golden-brown finish 
of his skin. A thin T-shirt stretched over the angular muscularity of his 
frame, his only other garment being a pair of faded jeans hung low on his 
young hips. He seemed ready to grow out of them at any moment. A sudden 
dizziness overcame the startled young woman. 

Although the face was not at all the same, he was like the duplicate of 
Dusty, the first time she had seen the man who was to be her husband and 
only lover for so short a time, so long ago. The same lankiness, the shy 
demeanor. She heard herself gasp, and realized that her eyes had been drawn 
irresistibly to the juncture of his legs. Yes, it was there the growing rod 
of cock-flesh that seemed to be ready to burst from the confines of the 
jeans as it thickened and hardened and lengthened. She forced her eyes from 
the swelling and all it promised to meet the boy's self-conscious gaze and 
saw him begin to blush in embarrassment at his body's betrayal of his 
natural reaction to a beautiful woman. 

"Yes I'm Mrs. Manning", she managed to say. "You startled me. I didn't 
realize anyone was around." 

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you, ma'am," he blurted blushing furiously 
now. "Bikes just don't make noise like cars. I'm Andy Rivers." 

He said it as though it should mean something to her. It didn't. She hadn't 
the slightest idea who he might be. 

"Uncle John told me to come over and help clean up The place has sort of 
been neglected, ma'am. He wanted it nice for you to move into and he told me 
to drop by and do whatever needed to be done, you know, like anything you 
wanted done. You don't have to worry he's paying me, and I do a lot of yard 
work to, so I know what to cut down and what to let stand. It might take a 
few days though. This can be a real pretty place, if you'll let me work on 
it, ma'am. Uncle John told me if I took good care of you when you moved in, 
you might hire me to take care of everything all through the winter. I do 
work in a lot of places around here; I can give you good references, ma'am. 
I do it all by myself and you'd never know I was here working. I'm only 
sixteen,, but I lied about my age to get a driving license and can borrow a 
pickup to haul the stuff away..." 

"Andy! . . Andy slow down!" The young divorcee cried out, trying not to 
laugh at his eagerness. "You're going so fast, I can't understand you. Now, 
let me get it straight." 

"Yes, ma'am," he said, his eyes on the roundness of her breasts, fascinated 
by the way the nipples were rising as her eyes went soft and wide as she 
looked at him. "I talk too much. I know that. Everybody says I talk too 
much." 

"I don't think you talk too much," Ellen said kindly. "Perhaps you try to 
talk too fast,but if a young man wants to offer a service, he might talk 
quicker than he should. Now, you mentioned Uncle John. I suppose you mean 
the gentleman who arranged the sale of the property. Is he your uncle? He's 
been very nice to me. You know, I'm a divorcee, and I don't know anything 
about buying a home." 

"That's what Uncle John said, ma'am," the teenager said urgently. "He said I 
should come over and take care of anything you needed done, that you were 
all alonge and didn't know anybody up here. I know everybody. I can help you 
ma'am. I do know about how to take care of a place, and if there's anything 
I don't know myself, well, like you need an electrician or a plumber or 
something like that, I know the ones who do good work and won't cheat a 
lady. I can do the simple things myself and I like to do things around a 
place like this, because someday I'd like to have a house like this one 
myself, and be able to take care of it." He grinned shyly. I wouldn't charge 
you much. A dollar an hour for yard work is all. If you needed something 
like plumbing, where I'd get real dirty, if you wanted to give me a little 
more, okay." He blushed again. Uncle John said I should tell you the truth. 
I'm trying to get enough money to buy a pickup truck next year. Then I can 
get around with my tools and get more work. I think I can do it with five 
hundred bucks, and then I'll be in business for myself. I'm talking too much 
again..." 

"Andy just relax," Ellen Manning said kindly. She wanted to reach out and 
touch his vibrant young body, but restrained herself, because she knew if 
she once touched his hard-muscled flesh, all restraint would be gone. He was 
so much like Dusty! 

I'm glad your uncle asked you to stop by," she said, carefully phrasing her 
words. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have anybody to turn to when something has to 
be done, and there are so many things when you're moving into a new home. 
I'm sure you know much better than I do what needs to be done here. And I 
would like this little house to be lovely. I know it hasn't been lived in 
for a while, so there are probably things inside which need attention too, 
and if you can fix them, it will be beautiful! Now, a dollar an hour would 
be much too little for anything except cutting grass. You'd never get your 
pickup truck at those 'tes! Rut I'll give you whatever I can. Would that be 
fair?" 

"Oh yes, yes, ma'am," he blurted. "Even the dollar an hour would be plenty. 
By spring, I'd have enough for the pickup, if you kept me working steady. 
Ellen winked at him. "I have this old pickup. It's not worth much money, but 
it runs well. Is it the sort of truck you're thinking of Andy". 

"It sure is!" he said eagerly. "But I don't see how I could ever afford to 
buy that truck from you ma'am," he said weakly. "I know what it's worth, and 
I don't have that kind of money. I don't have any way of getting it, 
either." 

He twisted his big hands together and grinned at her as if to apologize for 
some imagined shortcoming. 

Take the truck! Just let me hold you! the tortured young woman wanted to cry 
out! He was so young and vibrant and sincere, after all the insensitive 
older men she had been forced to endure and evade. He was Dusty all over 
again, only a younger, more innocent and sincere Dusty. Now she had a home 
they had planned, and the unexpected complication presented by this handsome 
young boy who innocently sparked so many memories, stirred such 
long-repressed desire. Ellen Manning fought to compose herself, knowing that 
her naked need for Andy Rivers was showing on her flushed face. She could 
not keep her eyes from the bulging crotch of his pants, where the urgent 
outline of his now erect penis was so firmly etched. 

"If you're so ambitious, I think your family might help you, Andy," she 
said. "It sounds like you could pay back a loan quickly." 

"I'm just a kid," he said bitterly. "A kid in high school. And they don't 
want any son of theirs doing anything like hauling wood. That's for 
peasants. I could be a ball boy at the golf club, and that would be fine. My 
folks can't understand that I like to work with my hands. They're ashamed of 
me. All except Uncle John, I think he digs me, but he doesn't dare let on. 
He just tips me to where I can go to work. You know, my folks won't even 
have him to the house except for holidays. The say he drinks too much, and 
he pinches the maid. But he's the one who's got the real money, only they 
don't know it. They think the old man is just about broke and I hear them 
talking about how they can put him away somewhere. He told me nice if I want 
to have a good laugh, be there after he's dead and they're reading his will. 
Maybe it's just an old man talking about dreams, but I think he's got it." 

"I think he has too, Andy," the young girl said, "He looks like he'd like to 
pinch me too." 

"Ooooooh, Mrs. Manning!" Andy blurted, blushing furiously. 

"It's his way of paying a compliment, Andy, she said with a smile. "He knows 
a woman wants to be appreciated. Now, about all your ambitions, and your 
wanting a truck, and so on maybe we can make a deal, if you think this old 
wreck of mine will do a job for you." 

"You mean you might make me a deal to buy it, ma'am?" the young boy blurted 
urgently. And then his face fell. "But I don't see how I could. I've only 
got about sixty bucks saved up. It has to be worth three hundred at least. 
I've got no way to get that kind of money now, ma'am." 

"I know Andy," she said softly. "Sometimes it's very difficult to get the 
little money you need to get started in something. My husband and I had 
nothing, really when we put a down payment on this little house and that was 
over 5 years ago. But it worked out, even though we're divorced now. Now I 
don't really need the truck every day. The girl I work with at the gift shop 
has a car and no place to put it, and I can use it if I have to, so I'll 
have wheels." 

She thought furiously, wanting to hold this beautiful young boy who reminded 
her so much of her ex husband, and knowing that if she offered anything that 
would seem like an outright gift he would have too much pride to accept it 
that she would only drive him away. 

Forcing herself to look him squarely in the eyes, she said, Andy, if you 
honestly think you can make money cutting and selling wood and want that old 
truck, I'll tell you what we might do. You work for me here and for that 
I'll pay you a dollar an hour. Whatever else needs to be taken care of, 
painting or fixing the pipes or whatever, you do on your own. In return for 
that, you may have the use of the truck to see if you can make something. If 
it works out, by the end of the summer you should have enough money to buy 
the truck. And if it doesn't, you won't have any money invested. How does 
that sound?" 

"Oh, Mrs. Manning, it's too much!" he protested. "I can't take money for 
doing a little work and have your truck free!" 

"Young man," she said, trying to sound severe, so we're both taking a 
gamble. I'm not afraid,a re you?" 

"No ... no, ma'am. I just don't want to take advantage of you," he mumbled, 
his eyes fixed on the swelling of her high, wide-set breasts under the thin 
fabric of her blouse. "I think maybe I should start by helping you get all 
this stuff inside and put away, and maybe there's some heavy things to be 
moved around." 

"Yes, Andy ... I think you're right," she said, her voice choking. "It seems 
to be getting hotter. If we can get these boxes sorted out and the things 
put away ... I'm afraid I won't be much help ... I'm not used to this heat. 

"Yeah, this little box canyon can really be a furnace," he said, not 
comprehending the real meaning behind her words. "You just let me handle 
this stuff ma'am. I'll get it inside for you. 

"Yes ... if you'd do that...." the young divorcee mumbled, no longer able to 
look him in the face. She was conscious only of the massive bulge at the 
crotch of his jeans. She wanted to rip them open, clutch his male flesh, hug 
him to her, drop to her knees and devour him. It had been so long, and he 
was so much like Dusty, only younger, more innocent. So desirable. 

She imagined what it would be like to tear the front of his pants open, grab 
his youthfully rigid cock, pull him down on top of her and make him ram 
himself up into her pulsing cunt. She thought of how it would feel to have 
her sensitive flesh rippling ahead of the penetrating stiffness of his penis 
in wave after wave as he went deep into her, until the masses of their curly 
pubic hair smacked together and tangled wetly, his heavy balls squashing 
against her straining buttocks while her trembling thighs clamped his young 
virile body and his cock filled her quaking belly. How could this be? How 
could she have resisted temptation so many times, even turned to a girl for 
relief, and so suddenly turn to this boy who was barely old enough to shave? 
A boy who was obviously so inexperienced, who looked on her as an older 
woman and therefore untouchable, even though he had the unmistakable male 
reaction to the sight of her scantily clad, lush body. How could she want 
and need him so much, so soon? "But it's too hot for you to do any work 
outside today," she muttered. "Let it go until later Andy." 

"Aw, this isn't hot at all," he said cheerfully. I'll get the rest of your 
stuff inside and then figure out where to begin on the yard, okay?" 

"That will be fine, Andy," the mesmerized young girl said, nearly choking on 
the words. "I don't want you to work too hard in the hot sun." 

"Don't worry I won't." 

He grinned and vanished through the door. In a matter of minutes he had the 
truck completely unloaded and the boxes stacked in the living room. 

"Want me to help you put this stuff away, ma'am?" he asked. 

She could tell he was trying to keep his eyes averted from her voluptuously 
revealed body, and having no more success than she herself was as she 
attempted to keep her fascinated gaze from the achingly evident bulge of his 
throbbing penis. She told herself she must resist the temptation, keep 
control of herself at all costs and stay clear of him. 

"I think I'd better do it myself, Andy," Ellen said, her voice almost 
breaking. "I'll have to figure out just where I want things. 

"Whatever you say, ma'am." 

Hidden from the open door, she watched his lithe movements as he found a 
machete in the shed and began hacking at the heavy growth of weeds which had 
choked the borders of the property. His muscles rippled like those of a 
sleek cat as he swung the long knife, hacking smoothly at the stubborn 
underbrush. 

Stop this! she commanded herself. He's only a boy! 

It was a futile command. She knew as long as she stood there, she would not 
be able to take her eyes off young Andy Rivers, and with a great force of 
will, she made herself turn away and start unpacking the boxes, making work 
for herself. Her mind was a blur. All she could think of was the bulge in 
the boy's pants. It became worse when she happened to look out a window and 
saw Andy had removed his T-shirt and was now naked to the waist, a film of 
perspiration gleaming on his golden-tanned body and his muscles rippling 
with energy as he worked. He was grinning, happy that he had a job for the 
summer, and whistling as he worked. She was with some relief that his 
exertions had apparently diverted his attention from her, for the 
titillating swelling in his jeans had disappeared. Ellen wished the ache in 
her own loins would do the same, but it only became worse, and it was only 
with a supreme effort of will that she was able to finish unpacking and 
sorting things out. 

Furiously she tried to divert her mind, deciding at one point to call Kay at 
the shop and ask her to come over. With Kay on hand, she would be safe from 
her own desires, and there would be no question of a sexual episode with her 
pretty young friend. 

Kay was a seldom-used safety valve, and after seeing Andy, the last thing in 
the world Ellen would want would be a woman touching her. She had begun to 
dial the number before she realized her phone had not been connected. The 
tormented brunette, surrendering to this unforeseen impasse, decided the 
only solution was to literally drown the raging fire within her yearning 
young body in an ice-cold shower. 

With sudden determination Ellen grabbed a fluffy towel and some soap and 
literally ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Here she 
would purge herself of her lewd desires! Quickly she wriggled out of her few 
clothes, acutely aware of the rich heady woman-scent of :her pulsing 
femaleness, aware that her fair curvaceous flesh glistened with a faint 
sheen of perspiration. Brought on by what? The heavy heat of the day 
outside, or her rampant sexuality locked inside and so long denied release? 

She caught sight of her own image in the full length mirror on the bathroom 
door and almost fearfully let her eyes rove over the wantonly sensual 
reflection. The buds of her coral-hued nipples were swollen and erect with 
her thundering desire, and darkening at the tips of her firm, wide-set 
breasts. She could see her eyes dark and heavy with unspent passion, her 
mouth full and slightly parted over white teeth. From the delightful 
fullness of her breasts, her body curved sharply into an almost tiny waist, 
then flared out into the rich swelling of voluptuous hips. Nestled in the 
fine golden triangle of her pubic hair she could see the pink pussy slit 
peeping out at her. Did she imagine it, or were the curly hairs glistening 
with the dew of her hot cunt juices? Almost fearfully, she slowly let her 
right hand move between her legs. Yes! She was wet, ready! 

Ready for young Andy Rivers! Oh, she thought, how can I be this way! He's 
only a boy! 

Moaning, she closed her eyes against the lewd image of her wanton urges and 
stepped into the shower, turning it on full and cold, gasping at the force 
of the stinging icy water. 

Aaaaa ... this was better. The stinging spray momentarily drove her carnal 
thoughts away, and she began to soap the curves of her body thoroughly, 
trying desperately to wash her mind as clean of lewd desires as her 
cream-white young flesh. 

She stayed in the shower for a long time, punishing herself until she felt 
she was almost frozen only then did she shut off the pelting icy water and 
began to rub herself dry. 

And almost instantly she realized she had made a mistake. The bathroom had a 
high window overlooking the weed-grown garden where the lithe young boy was 
still working. The window was tilted open, allowing the furnace heat of the 
day into the house. She began to pant uncontrollably at the sight of him as, 
of their own volition, her fingers found the throbbing lips of her cunt and 
slipped up inside. 

First one finger, then a second and third delved deep into her cunt, 
spreading the long unsatisfied passage as her thumb went to the already hard 
button of her clitoris and stroked it in time to the deep jabbing fingers 
which were so unsatisfactory a substitute for the young penis she so 
desperately wanted and needed. 

"Oooohhh! Aaaaahhh!" She moaned, knowing she had completely lost control. 
Her eyes glazed and her mouth parted as she panted like a bitch in heat 
while her fingers rubbed and probed and plunged wantonly into her most 
secret, sensitive flesh. She did not know whether it was her wild desire for 
the young boy, or just a spell which had somehow come over her, possibly 
triggered by the experience of finally moving into the home she and her 
young ex husband had once dreamed of! Maybe that was it how else to explain 
her sudden, uncontrollable need to finger-fuck herself only a few hours 
before, out in the open on the country road, where anyone might have passed 
and seen her degrading conduct? 

She couldn't think clearly at all. Her thoughts were a complete jumble as 
she was steadily nearing her climax! God! Twice in one day, when she'd gone 
a whole month without her ever touching herself, or allowing herself to 
think of the sexual pleasures her vibrant young body demanded as its right. 
Her stroking hand became a blur in the moistly flowing slit of her distended 
cunt. 

"Ecstasy! Oooh!" The waves of sensation were surging through her jerking 
pussy as her naked pubic mound thrust out in wild spasms against the 
pleasure-giving fingers. Aaaaggghhh! Now! Now! 

The viscous fluid gushed from her exploding cunt passage, coating her hand 
thickly as she sank down, panting, long tapering legs splayed wide on the 
bath stool. She pressed her hand tight to the softly palpitating mound of 
pubic hair as her obscenely sated passion receded. In the mirror she saw her 
own lewd image, her face flushing red with her stilled lust, eyes glazed, 
brunette hair matted wetly where it hung far down over her shoulders, full 
firm breasts jiggling with the slow spasming of her passion-spent body. 

Weakly, ashamed to meet her own eyes in the mirror, she stood on shaky legs 
and made her way to the sink. Taking a cloth and fragrant soap, Ellen 
Manning, with trembling fingers, began to wash the thick unmistakable 
evidence of her own unnatural juices from her body. 

"I must send him away," she told herself. "If I look out there and see him, 
I won't be able to help myself. I'll call him in here on some pretext and 
seduce him ... A mere boy! I can't let this sort of thing happen." 

She couldn't allow it, the young, tormented divorcee knew. There were laws 
to protect youngsters from just such depraved desires as her own. She wished 
fervently now that she had stopped it before it began, told the eager 
teenager she had arranged for a professional handyman or something. 

And what secret, lewd urge had made her make him the ridiculous offer on the 
truck? She knew in her heart that it was irrational, that she had invented 
the proposal only so she could have him near. Now, she could see no way of 
getting out of her predicament. He was doing the work of two or three men 
and seemed to have boundless energy. Certainly he was ambitious and polite 
and respectful. But as least she could send him away for the rest of the day 
and maybe by tomorrow, she would have conceived a solution, or the wanton 
mood would have passed as quickly as it had come over her. 

But how to send him away gracefully? It was now only mid-afternoon, and she 
could see by watching through the window that the boy had blocked out 
certain of the work to be finished that day. She had to leave so with great 
strength of will she found her panties and clothes and quickly stepped into 
them. She threw on a thin blouse and then put on a pair of jeans she knew 
were much too tight and revealing. She slipped into sandals, slung her purse 
over her shoulder and almost ran to the truck, jumping into the cab and 
slamming the door just as the boy, still bare to the waist came around the 
corner of the house. 

"I must go to town for supplies, Andy," she blurted, not able to look him in 
the eyes, fumbling for the ignition key and twisting it until the motor 
roared to life. "I won't be home until quite late, so you finish up whenever 
you want, all right?" 

"Sure ma'am," he said, wiping beads of sweat from his brow. 

Weakly, she said if you get hungry or thirsty, just raid the fridge. You'll 
find a lot of things for sandwiches, and some soft drinks there too." 

"Thanks Mrs. Manning," he said. "I'd better not eat, though. Maybe a bottle 
of pop in a little while. I'll see you in the morning." 

"Yes, in the morning, Andy," she said, almost choking on the words. 

She gunned the motor and the truck spun its wheels as she backed out of the 
driveway and drove as fast as the old truck could go into town. She had to 
pass the afternoon away, somehow- 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Chuck, there goes our girl friend in that old truck, Hal Witt said, gazing 
out the dark-tinted window of the little bar. "like her ass was on fire." 

"Damn if she isn't," his fellow lineman agreed, watching with great interest 
as the truck disappeared around a bend in the road. "Maybe it's her cunt 
that's on fire. She was sure pesterin' hell out of it with her fingers this 
morning." He grinned and then swigged from the neck of his bottle of beer. 
"I dunno how Fm gonna work it, but I'm gonna get me some of that prime ass." 

"Me, I'd like to fill her pretty mouth with my cock," his friend commented, 
a lascivious gleam in his eyes. "You think she does blow jobs?" 

"Never knew a dame who wouldn't turn cocksucker once you got it past their 
lips," Chuck Quinn said. "Sometimes you got to pry their mouth open and jam 
it down their throats, and they try to pull away. But when you get them 
convinced it's a case of suck or choke, they suck." He chuckled. "And once 
they get a taste of it, they usually come back for more. Oh, they pretend 
they don't want to, but all the time they're fishin' it out of your pants 
and their head's goin' down in your lap. Yeah, she'll be a good one 
alright." 

"But how the hell do we get to her?" 

"Take our time. We'll be seeing her along the line every day or so," the man 
advised. He signaled the barman for two more beers, and after they came, 
muttered speculatively, "Maybe if we let her know we saw her playing with 
her cunt out in front of God and everybody on a county road, she might just 
give us a little to keep us quiet." 

"Maybe that's the way. Or she might just deny it. She's a beautiful bitch, 
and people might take her word over that of a couple of cunt lovers like us. 
We been talked about for quite awhile ya know." 

"Yeah. Well a piece like her is worth waitin' for. We just gotta be careful 
we don't fuck up ourselves." 

"Yeah we gotta do that. You sure you got the straight dope on her, that 
she's a divorcee. Wouldn't do to fuck around with her and then have a 
big-ass husband pop up." 

"I got it straight, for Chrissakes," Chuck Quinn growled. I got it straight 
from that old fart Uncle John who sold her the house. Old bastard gossips 
worse than any woman I ever known. like I said, when I saw her in the post 
office to change her address, she had this other cunt with her, and I think 
the other cunt is a little queer. But I don't think they're a matched set." 

"Be sweet if they were," his friend muttered. "If we could catch them eating 
each other, we might wind up with fine fuckin' pieces of ass." 

"It's eatin' pussy for sure. Let's roll the dice for another round of beer." 

Andy Rivers put the hoe aside and stepped nervously into the coolness of the 
house. He was perspiring heavily from his exertions and thought that despite 
his resolve, a bottle of pop would be okay. He shut the door behind him and 
headed straight for the kitchen. He found a bottle of Coke in the 
refrigerator. He poured the frigid pop down his throat. Then he realized he 
needed to use the bathroom. When he entered it, he was immediately his by 
the sweet womanly odor of Mrs. Manning. He was glad someone young and pretty 
like her had taken the place. She was so beautiful ... much too old for him, 
of course, but nice to just look at. 

She seemed to be a nice person too, giving him the job when she could have 
just as easily had an older guy to do it. And even offering him a deal on 
the truck! Now, that was really something! He had sure lucked out! 
Struggling with the zipper of his jeans, ashamed at the physical reaction 
caused by just thinking of her voluptuous young body when she was wearing 
only the thin blouse and shorts. No mistaking it, he had been able to see 
the points of her nipples. She wasn't even wearing a bra! And at the 
juncture of her thighs, yes there had been wisps of soft brown hair there 
where the fabric had been pressed tight into the slit of her pussy. And the 
way her beautiful ass moved when she walked or bent over! Wow! 

It became too much for the young lad and against his will, his penis, freed 
from the restraint of his jeans, sprang up thick and achingly hard, the 
ready rubbery head swelling dark with urgent blood. He shut his eyes and 
tried to will the throbbing erection away, but it only became worse. 

Resolutely he tried to force his ever-hardening cock downward, to aim it 
toward the toilet. He knew that if he could relieve the pressure in his 
bladder, the aching would go away, then he could go back to the sticky heat 
of the yard and divert his salacious thoughts toward work. He tried to think 
of anything in the world but the pensive woman, and he finally conceded that 
he was going to fail completely. 

Against his will, his strong closed fist began to pump the length of the 
bloated rod slowly, running the thick foreskin back and forth over the 
blood-engorged rubbery swelling of his bulbous cock-head. He began to 
imagine what Ellen Manning would look like naked, stripped bare of her 
scanty garments, her voluptuous tits rubbing against him, and her hands 
caressing him as even now he was caressing himself. He thought of her pubic 
mound pushing against his own, rubbing hard against his aching cock. His 
hand moved faster and faster and he began to groan, the thought of her 
standing tight against him, their bellies rubbing and her smooth tapering 
legs inching apart to allow his rampant cock to enter the hot moist opening 
of her cunt. He tried to imagine what it would be like to push hard up into 
her wet pussy-cavern, the tender flesh rippling ahead of his cock, clutching 
hotly at it. He continued to groan as he pumped himself furiously, his hand 
blurring. He felt his young balls drawing up to his body as he rocked wildly 
to and fro and then, in a matter of minutes it ended as a great spurting 
gush of white hot sperm squirted from the spasming cock to splatter over the 
mirror in front of him. 

He groaned, his face red with his exertion, his chest heaving, his entire 
body trembling uncontrollably. "Oooo.. .God!. . " 

Then the wave of shame spread over him and he could no longer look at his 
own image. Flushing in solitary embarrassment, he frantically looked for 
something to wipe away the evidence of his depravity. He picked up the 
washcloth Ellen herself had used such a short time before when she too had 
yielded to uncontrollable desire. He cleaned himself with it, rinsed it and 
hurriedly washed the wall and mirror, never suspecting the previous use to 
which the cloth had been put, never thinking that the lovely Mrs. Manning 
could have dreamed of coupling with him, of having his young throbbing 
manhood buried deep up in her tightly, clutching cunt while his virile boy's 
body pounded hers relentlessly with merciless driving passion as her sleek 
limbs clamped him hotly. 

Finally, he was in control of himself again, using the toilet as he had 
planned before his sexual instincts had responded to the woman-scent his 
beautiful employer had left behind. He thought of returning to the yard and 
decided it would not be a good idea. The best thing to do would be to leave 
now. In the morning, he was sure the vision and memory of what he had done 
would be lessened enough so he could handle himself all right so he left the 
house quickly, locking the door behind him and minutes later he was pedaling 
swiftly down the curving road toward his home. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was still early and Ellen had done all of her shopping and since she had 
stayed away this long, she might as well wait until it was fully dark. She 
was suddenly afraid of what would almost certainly happen if the intimacy of 
night found the two of them together. 

The lights of a roadside bar attracted her attention. Although Ellen seldom 
drank, she thought one might ease her tensions. Only a few cars were in the 
parking lot of the bar, so she pulled up and took the precaution of peeking 
in the door before entering. It looked safe enough the only customers were 
two couples, middle-aged, playing pool. Grateful that the place wasn't 
crowded, she went in. She never sat at a bar along, so she asked the barman 
to bring her a vodka and tonic, with a lot of ice, to one of the booths 
which lined the far end of the room. While he was making the drink, she 
bought a pack of cigarettes from the vending machine and ripped the top 
open. The bartender brought the drink and she took a quick sip from it, not 
missing the way his eyes lingered on the lush contours of her firm, wide-set 
breasts, even though to judge from his appearance he must be in his sixtys. 
She wondered just why it was the males, no matter what their age, seemed to 
eye her in the same lewd salacious way. She knew that she was a attractive 
woman and so had to expect a certain amount of attention, but it seemed they 
all did it. Or maybe it was her own imagination, coupled with the 
long-repressed needs of her own female sexuality, and no matter how quickly 
and coldly she had invariably rejected men, deep within herself had been a 
wanton desire for a male with a hard driving cock plunging in and out of her 
yearning cunt, screwing her without mercy, bringing her the release her 
long-denied woman's body had longed for over so many lonely years. Just 
thinking about it made her gulp her drink, spilling a few drops from her 
sensuous mouth as her lower lip trembled. She realized a neglected cigarette 
had burned itself out in the ashtray, and with fumbling fingers she quickly 
lit another and drew deeply on the unfamiliar smoke. 

It was these times of unbearable temptation that drove me to Kay, she 
thought. Thank God there were so few of them to combat! 

* * * 

She remembered how it had been with the cute girl. Her dark eyes luminous in 
a dim room, gently undressing her and guiding her to the bed and laying her 
down. Then kissing her with the hotly searching mouth while the flickering 
tongue lashed at her burning flesh, inch by torturous inch until finally the 
curly cap of dark hair dipped into the widespread vee of her trembling 
thighs and the darting tongue speared up into the open sweetly flowing lips 
of her trembling cunt. 

Ellen had writhed and moaned on the bed, clutching Kay's bobbing head 
between her hands while the soft, avid sounds of licking and sucking filled 
the room. Kay's hands cupped her friend's quivering buttocks to raise them 
to her wanton sucking mouth so that her tongue alternately speared deep into 
Ellen's cuntal passage and then withdrew only to flutter tantalizingly 
across her throbbing hairy clitoris as her skillful lips sucked on that 
sensitive little button. Finally would come the blessed moment of orgasm, of 
gushing completion, when her heady juices flowed uncontrollably into the 
gulping mouth of the other girl drawing eagerly on Ellen's wide-open cunt 
lips. 

Then, drained of her frustrations, the satiated girl had been able to sleep 
in Kay's warm embrace, feeling that perhaps she should do something in 
return, but having no desire to. If Kay had ever asked her, Ellen thought 
she might have, but the quiet lesbian had never done this. As if knowing the 
few episodes were really a foreign thing for Ellen, Kay had never mentioned 
them, even in a hinting way and for this her friend was grateful. 

* * * 

Her glass was suddenly empty, and she caught the barman's eye to signal for 
a refill. While waiting for him to bring it, Ellen watched the rising 
spirals of smoke from her cigarette thoughtfully. "Well, hello there Mrs. 
Manning." A drink was suddenly on the table in front of her, and she looked 
up, startled, to see a man she thought she should recognize, but couldn't. 
He was tall and husky, with a angular face and hair that was thinning 
slightly. His mouth was heavy, and in the dim light his eyes were looking at 
her in a way she knew only too well. How could he know her? She had never 
been in this place before in her life. He read the confusion on her startled 
face. 

"Don't remember me, huh? Well, you only saw me once, but I've seen you a 
couple o' times. Along the road. I'm Chuck Quinn, one of the local phone 
boys. Remember, I helped you at the post office with the address card? 

"Oh yes ... Mr. Quinn," she managed to say weakly. He had seen her a couple 
of times along the road! Did that mean he had been an unseen observer as she 
had fingered herself while looking down from the hillside at her new home? 
Oh, God! It couldn't be! But there was an unmistakable lust to the way he 
had his eyes fixed on her up-thrust breasts, just like every cunt hunting 
male. The guilt-ridden divorcee found her voice. "Oh, ... I'm sorry, I 
didn't recognize you here in this light. Thank you for bringing my drink," 
Getting money from her purse she put it on the table. "I think this is the 
right amount, isn't it?" 

"My treat. We're friendly folks up this way not like what ya meet in the 
city." 

He moved as if to sit across from her but she froze him with her eyes and 
then, with an unmistakable edge to her tone, said 'Thank you, but I'd prefer 
to buy my own tonight Mr. Quinn. I've had a very trying day. I don' wish to 
be rude, but I really just want to sit alone and think out some problems 
tonight. But I do appreciate your kind offer. Perhaps another time." 

"Well sure, I guess I can understand that, Mrs. Manning." He grinned. "Guess 
you must have a lot on your mind at that, moving into a new place. See 
you've gat a real load in your pickup. Tell you what you shouldn't have to 
carry all that stuff out. Not a pretty young woman like yourself. You just 
leave it in the truck and when I come by tomorrow, I'll put it just where 
you want it. And the name's Chuck." 

I'll put it just where you want it! 

The words had a lewdly obscene connotation to them, and, looking at his 
heavy face, she knew he meant them just the way she feared. This was 
terrible! It seemed the men up here were just as bad as those she had spent 
so much time evading in the city. Well, she'd just have to stop it before it 
got started. 

"Thank you, Mr. Quinn," she managed to say, keeping her voice cool. "But 
I've hired a young man to work on the grounds, and such things are part of 
his duties." 

"Yeah? Well, I know young Andy. A good boy. Tries hard. But if he doesn't 
quite know how to handle things, I'll be around." 

"Good night! Mister Quinn!" the now furious young lady said harshly. 

"Well, good night then, pretty lady." 

Her subtle tormentor grinned and strode to the door. In a moment she heard 
the sound of a car starting, and he drove away. Tears began to well in her 
eyes, and her entire body trembled in mingled anger and fear. She wished 
desperately that she had gone straight home, for now she couldn't bring 
herself to leave. Her nerves were totally shot. She called in a shaking 
voice for another drink. When it came, she poured it down her throat without 
tasting a thing. Another followed, and then another. She lost track of time 
and was shocked when, at nearly 2 A.M. the bartender told her she would have 
to leave because it was closing time. Later, she had no recollection of 
negotiating the many twists and turns in the road, but found herself safe at 
home in her new bed. 

The sun streaming in her window awoke her. Ellen's head felt like it was 
splitting apart, and her mouth had a terrible brackish taste in it. Groggily 
she made her way to the bathroom, found some aspirin and quickly forced 
herself to swallow two. Then she stayed in the shower for a long time until 
her head cleared. Never again! she vowed no matter how strong the stress. 

She looked around for clothes and finally put on the same blouse and shorts 
she had worn the previous day. She brewed strong coffee and while it was 
perking took a container of tomato juice from the refrigerator and poured 
herself a tall glass. It tasted terrible, maybe that vodka would help the 
sour taste, she went out, blinking in the blinding sunlight, and found it 
among the heap of provisions in the back of the truck. Then, she poured a 
liberal amount into the tomato juice and shutting her eyes, took a long sip. 
Almost immediately she began to feel better. She finished the drink, and, 
after several minutes, made another, which she nursed along slowly. She put 
the bottle away and considered the work before her. She became so engrossed 
in her work that she completely forgot Andy Rivers was coming over until she 
heard his knock on the door. 

"Oh, God!" She muttered as her wanton desire for the teenage boy began to 
return. "I should have gotten word to him not to come over, but I can't send 
him away without making him think something's wrong." 

Her long legs trembling slightly, she went to greet him, hoping she didn't 
look as bad as she felt. She opened the door and made herself meet the 
handsome boy's glance. For some reason he seemed to be embarrassed, and, if 
so, that made two of them, she thought. 

"Hello, Andy," she managed to say. "You're early." 

"Good morning, Mrs. Manning," he said, his eyes dropping shyly away to fix 
on the rapid rise and fall of her unrestrained breasts under the thin 
blouse. "I got here early because I got work to do this afternoon at home 
and won't be able to stay too late." 

"Well that's all right," she said, her voice unsteady. "I bought a lot of 
things for the house and yard yesterday. They're in the truck. If you want 
to unload it first, I guess you can figure out what should go where." 

"Sure thing. I'll get started right away, ma'am." 

Without another word he turned away. Relieved, Ellen closed the door and 
returned to the household chores. She tried to be in another room every time 
he carried packages and bags into the house. 

The insatiable heat was growing once again in her pussy and his mere 
nearness was making her tremble with lewd desire. She attempted to keep him 
from her sight, and for a time she succeeded, then, shortly before noon, she 
realized she was ravenously hungry, that she had forgotten to have any 
dinner the night before. She went to the kitchen and began making a lunch. 
Her physical exertions put the thought of a hot meal out of the question, so 
she began making sandwiches. 

Abruptly she realized she would have to ask Andy to eat with her. He'd been 
working even harder than she in the hot sun, again stripped to the waist. 
She put several more sandwiches together, trying to put off the moment when 
she must call him into the house, and she even thought of simply bringing 
him a plate out in the yard, but knew that would look strange. It was 
something she would have to face sooner or later. Resolutely she went to the 
door and called the boy into the kitchen where the heaping platter of 
sandwiches and a bottle of cold milk and glasses were laid out on the small 
table. 

"Jimmy it's lunch time!" she called. 

In a moment he appeared, wiping sweat from his face and body with his 
T-shirt. "You didn't have to fix me anything, ma'am. I brought my own 
lunch." 

"Nonsense," she said, trying to avoid his youthful stare. Did she a desire 
identical to her own in this clear blue eyes? "Come in, it's all ready. You 
can clean up in the bathroom." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Manning" he mumbled, brushing past her so close that his 
male-scented body bumped awkwardly against the throbbing peaks of her 
breasts. "HI do that." 

She sat at the table and waited. In only a minute, he was pulling out the 
chair opposite her and only then did she realize the dining area was so 
restricted that their knees were touching. They both tried to pull back at 
the same moment but there wasn't enough room. Both blushed and then grinned 
as if to say there really wasn't anything they could do about it. Andy began 
to gobble down the sandwiches as she poured the milk. He shyly avoided 
looking directly into her face for which she was glad, since surely he would 
have read the naked yearning there that must show so vividly! Ellen realized 
she should have put out the lunch on the coffee table in front of the living 
room couch, where there was ample room. Yet that might have been worse she 
might have pulled him down to her right there! 

She tried to eat, but her hunger was gone and all she could manage was a 
small part of one sandwich. Her belly was full to bursting with desire for 
her young companion, and she felt her knees begin to tremble as they pressed 
unavoidably against his. 

Andy ate furiously to take his mind from the rampant urge to reach across 
the table and grasp the straining fullness of the older woman's wide-set, 
almost naked breasts in his hands and fondle and squeeze them and bring his 
mouth down hard on hers while her bare leg rubbed and pressed against his. 
Inside his jeans, his young cock was pulsing so hard it ached and he knew 
that as soon as he finished eating he would have to get out in the yard 
behind the tall hedge, and ease the throbbing again. It was shameful he 
knew, but he'd just have to do something! 

Ellen felt the surge of heat in her cunt and the hardening of her erect 
clitoris until it was rubbing achingly against the constricting fabric of 
her shorts. Only then did she realize that she had forgotten to put on 
panties. She felt her vaginal secretions begin to flow and knew that in a 
minute or two she would be sopping wet. She somehow would have to remain 
seated until Andy left the room because if she stood, he would surely see 
what the contact with his virile young body had caused! 

Suddenly she didn't care! This was an honest sexual arousal, nothing like 
the unclean desires she had felt with those few men who had affected her so 
strongly that she had shut herself off and run to Kay for relief! What she 
was experiencing now was the same sort of thing she had felt with Dusty, 
only somehow more urgent, better, yet the tormented young brunette knew she 
must somehow control herself! 

She wished she could work a hand down the front of her shorts to massage the 
tingling button of her clitoris and bring on a release to the tension, no 
matter how ultimately unfilling it might be. But it would be utterly 
impossible to accomplish this with the handsome young boy sitting so close 
to her that their bodies were touching. She felt her face growing hot and 
the nipples of her breasts hardening and crying for attention. Her entire 
body seemed to be catching fire as blindly she reached for the glass of miJk 
beside her forgotten sandwich in a symbolic effort to quench the flames of 
lust. But her coordination was gone completely and she would have tipped it 
over if Andy Rivers hadn't caught it, his fingers closing tight over her 
hand. 

"Mrs. Manning are you all right!" he blurted, fearful that somehow she had 
read the lascivious thoughts which were boiling in his brain and become 
understandably upset. "You look sort of funny!" 

"I think I'm a little sick, Andy," she managed to say. "Last night I went 
out and sort of celebrated! . . I'm not used to liquor. Maybe I should go to 
the bedroom and lie down for awhile." 

"I'll help you ma'am," he mumbled, jumping from his chair and standing 
awkwardly, his hand still clasping hers. He was afraid to look her in the 
eye, afraid she'd feel the uncontrollable shaking of his hand on hers. 
"Maybe you worked too hard in here too ... " 

She raised her eyes from the tabletop, sweeping her gaze over the slender, 
hard-muscled length of his youthful body and fastening on the desire-swollen 
crotch of his jeans. And she knew she had lost! If only she hadn't seen the 
erect, thick outline of his swollen cock and the heavy bulge of his balls 
straining beneath. 

There was an unmistakable dark spot of pre-seminal fluid soaking through at 
the top of his fly! She raised her eyes finally to his face, and it was not 
the same face she had seen only minutes before. This was the face of a 
passion-driven male, young and virile and wanting her as wildly as she 
wanted him. As their gazes locked interminably, she knew that he read the 
wantonness in her own dark orbs. Her entire body quaking, she rose, guided 
by his strong arm, and leaned against him, her arms closing around his lithe 
muscular body, pressing hard against him, jamming her pubic mound against 
the iron-hard denim-covered length of his penis, pressing the burning 
nipples of her breasts against his heaving chest-muscles. 

Oh, Andy" she gasped. 

With a moan his mouth came down on hers, clumsy and inexperienced, but 
guided by age old instinct. Her lips parted and his tongue snaked wildly 
between them, forcing its way past her trembling lips and the barrier of her 
teeth into the wet oral cavity to search for her tongue and suck it deep 
into his mouth. The lust abandoned older woman responded wantonly as the 
boy's groping hands slipped low along the tingling column of her spine to 
cup her full clenching ass-cheeks. They moaned and swayed together for an 
interminable time while she forced her hand between their straining bodies 
to clutch the rigid length of his cock through his jeans and squeeze 
frantically. They breathed harshly through their nostrils as their mouths 
clung wetly together, until finally she broke away with a movement of her 
head so sudden that it shook the scarf from her hair, letting the soft brown 
mass tumble long and free down her arching back. 

Seemingly without effort, the tall young boy picked her up in his strong 
arms while she captured his mouth with her own, arms clinging tightly around 
his neck as he almost ran through the snug cottage to the bedroom. He 
lowered her to her feet and she nearly collapsed against him, grinding her 
body at him, parting her legs so as to feel the urgent length of his cock 
against her wantonly churning belly. Then they were stumbling together, 
falling across the bed, both of them panting furiously as their hands sought 
each other's flesh. She felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her 
blouse and couldn't wait for the feel of his hands cupping and squeezing the 
throbbing mounds of her quivering breasts. Impatiently she caught the front 
of the blouse and ripped violently, buttons flying as the fabric parted and 
her heaving braless breasts were freed. 

Andy!" she cried. "Love me!" 

Eagerly his hands closed on the quivering roundness caressing and squeezing 
as his mouth closed hungrily over first one breast and then the other, 
sucking hard, lashing the tingling nipples into burning tips which were an 
electrical extension of the pounding nerve-ends of her entire body. She 
twisted and sobbed, catching his head in her hands to draw it down to her 
with all the pressure she could muster. 

She was beyond all thought or reason, guided only by the promise of 
satisfying release as she spread her legs wide and arched her body to meet 
his own grinding down between them and pressing her supple form hard into 
the mattress. She began to hump up against him, feet flailing as he kissed 
and sucked her abandonedly surging breasts with youthful fervor while she 
stared glassy-eyed at his beautiful young head watching his mouth work on 
her burning breasts. 

Take them off!" 

The lusty young teenager lifted up momentarily from her as she rose up long 
enough to work the button open and slide the zipper down. Then his hands 
were fumbling to help her own shaking fingers yank them past the swell of 
her hips and the heaving half-moons of her ass, along the thrashing 
smoothly-turned columns of her legs to be discarded on the floor. His eyes 
fastened on the curling dark hairs of her pussy triangle and he caught his 
breath as he stared at the narrow slit of her cunt which was even now 
swelling, distending, opening like the petals of a flower to bare the 
glistening pink flesh of her trembling pussy in urgent invitation. 

With shaking fingers, the boy reached out to touch it lightly, as if to 
reassure himself that this was really happening, it was so much more than 
his young mind had been able to picture the day before when he had made 
himself cum in her bathroom! 

Ellen cried out softly as Andy's fingertips slowly brushed along the length 
of her hotly aroused young pussy, dancing nervously up the cuntal furrow to 
finally flick tantalizingly at the tiny button of her clitoris. Just the 
finger touch almost made her cum! She cried out again and her head rolled in 
the beginning of erotic ecstasy! She had waited so long for this, so very 
long, and with wide eyes she stared up at the desire-contorted face of her 
teenage lover and was incredulous that this could happen to her after all 
those years of rejecting men! 

For the first time since Dusty had left her, she felt like a full woman 
again! And to think that only a young inexperienced boy had been the one to 
reignite the fires of sensual lust! Incredible, but oh, so wonderful now 
that it was finally happening! 

Despite her raging passion, she was aware of the utter immorality involved. 
She knew she had made this happen t-e fact that this beautiful sixteen year 
old boy wanted her as much as she wanted him could not change that. But she 
didn't care! The only thing that mattered was to have his straining young 
body on top of hers, the hot, iron-hard length of his cock ramming deep up 
into her throbbing cunt. 

Urgently she thrust her pussy up to meet his probing linger and felt it slip 
into her juice-laden cunt passage to the first knuckle and with a strangled 
cry, she rose up, reaching for the heavy buckle of his belt, ripping it 
open, clawing at his jeans for the treasure it concealed as she gasped, 
Andy, Andy my dear! "Fuck me!" 

He drew back only long enough to struggle out of his jeans. Then his young 
body fell atop hers on the bed, his swollen, turgidly thick cock slapping 
with an audible sound against the mound of her desirous cunt. 

* * * 

"My God Chuck, will ya look at that!" Hal Witt whispered as his eyes bulged 
from his head. "I never seen a broad so hot to get fucked! And by a goddamn 
snot-nose little kid!" 

"I knew she was a horny bitch," the other said in a hoarse voice. Snooty 
cunt too! Wouldn't even have a drink with me last night, and now look at 
her! Shit, she can't wait to get that pole in her pussy! She said she had 
things she wanted to think about. Now I know for sure what was on her mind!" 

The two had come on the scene just as Ellen had called Andy into the house. 
Being ahead of their scheduled repairs, they had decided to park the truck 
where it could not be seen. Because of the heavy bushes surrounding Ellen's 
house, they had been able to sneak within a dozen feet of the large bedroom 
window. 

The windows were wide open and nothing obscured their view of what was 
taking place except a thin curtain which billowed in the breeze, adding to 
the erotic effect of viewing the young boy's willing seduction by the 
beautiful older woman. 

"What we should do," Hall muttered, "is if she's so hot for a fuck, bust in 
there and throw that young punk right off her and give her a couple of good 
bangs. Want to?" 

"Your mouth would make a good ass-hole!" his friend said in disgust. "That 
would really blow it! We might get one fuck out of the deal, and a hell of a 
lot of trouble. No, you slip back to the car and get the Polaroid camera. 
Make sure they don't hear you. We'll just get some pictures that will make 
her turn that pretty pussy up to the sun for us any time we tell her to do 
it." 

"I want to see him get it in her first," the other protested moodily. 

"You stupid shit! What's more important?-seeing him get it in her or getting 
it in yourself one of these days? Get the camera!" 

Reluctantly, Hal Witt obeyed. In less than a minute he was back. As Chuck 
Quinn focused on the bedroom window, the two naked bodies entwined and began 
to writhe in lewd abandon on the bed. He raised the camera and clicked the 
shutter just as Ellen Manning's hand closed tightly on the youth's rampant 
cock. He began to take pictures at one-minute intervals. 

"Jesus, that camera works good, Chuck," Hal said as he examined each instant 
picture with lewd delight, his tongue wetting his lips. "I'll bet we can 
sell these." 

"What I'm gonna get for those is worth a lot more than a few bucks," Chuck 
retorted. 

"What you mean, "what you're gonna get"? What about be?" 

"I found her, I figured it out and it's my camera and brains we're usin', " 
the other retorted in a curt whisper. "I get her first, She might put a 
squeal if two of us came at her at one time right away. I'll break her in 
for both of us." 

"Okay, okay," the other grumbled. "I want to fuck her in the mouth." 

"I don't give a damn if you fuck her in the ass but remember, I'm first!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Jesus! Mrs. Manning" Andy moaned in her ear as he felt her eager fingers 
frantically massaging the length of his pulsing young cock while he rocked 
back and forth over her spread out churning body. The teenager wanted so 
urgently to sink his rigidly swollen penis into the depths of her undulating 
cunt but he wasn't sure he could do it. Her cunt seemed so small, and he 
knew his cock was big, even for a boy his age, as he had matured faster 
physically than most of his friends. He stabbed at her, but her hand was 
holding his hardness so tightly that he couldn't draw back far enough to get 
the head that was throbbing so obscenely in her grasping fingers to the 
dilating cunt lips with their fringe of wet pubic hair. 

"I want to do it to you! I shouldn't do it, but I gotta! I gotta fuck you! 
Oh! I didn't mean to say that, ma'am. But it's what the guys all call it! 
I've never done it before, but I just got to! Please let me do it to you! 

Andy, oh Andy darling," she cried softly, kissing his neck and lips urgently 
while her hand weighted the hot rigidity of his huge cock. No longer did she 
give any thought to her ex husband, who had been only a few years older than 
this earnest young boy when they had married. Nothing mattered now except 
having this shy teenager in her arms and feeling the lovely cock she 
clutched so eagerly rammed deep inside her. 

"I want you to fuck me. Oooh! So much. Now! Go into me now! Raise up and 
I'll guide you in me!" 

Her free arm locked tightly around his shoulders as she sought his mouth, 
running her tongue deeply into it, while with her right hand she led the 
hotly swollen tip of his straining young cock to the wide-open lips of her 
cunt. God, it felt huge! And it had been so long! Would he be able to get it 
into her? She'd die if he didn't! 

She struggled to open her burning thighs even wider and urgently raised her 
pelvis until she felt the rubbery, throbbing cock-head at the flexing lips 
of her juice-laden cunt. His lust contorted features seemed to swim before 
her glazing eyes. Nothing existed for her in that blissful moment except her 
pulsing pussy and the massively throbbing rod which would quench its fire. 
Slowly she rubbed the head along the length of her cunt slit, moistening it 
with her own slick fluids. Though he jerked toward her, she held him back 
for a moment, her fingers stroking up and down the length of his burgeoning 
shaft, peeling his foreskin back, loving the silken feel of his 
desire-hardened penis. 

Then, with a low moan, the lust-possessed woman guided the throbbing tip 
into the valley of her up-thrust buttocks, to the fringed vaginal mouth, 
teasing them both, imagining how it would feel when finally his rigid cock 
plunged ravishingly into the lubricated depths of her cuntal passage to 
completely fill her starved undulated belly. 

"Now!" She gasped. "Slowly!" Andy pumped forward a couple of inches. Despite 
her yearning, Ellen Manning was not prepared for the size of his cock and 
cried out softly in surprise as the head popped through the tightly clenched 
mouth of her desire-wracked cunt. She was sure it would tear her apart but 
she had to have it. Moaning like a wild creature, she undulated her hips, 
tilting her pelvis up in lewd invitation for him to penetrate deeper. And he 
rocked forward again, a mere inch, and she felt her vaginal flesh begin to 
give way, rippling ahead of the impaling penile instrument that was to bring 
her wanton, scarcely remembered pleasure. She grunted with each short 
restrained stroke as the boy thrust gradually into her, supporting his 
weight on his elbows as she clung to his neck and kissed him deeply. 

Then it became too much for young Andy Rivers to hold back. He had to know 
the full depths of this beautiful divorcee! With a strangled cry he lost 
control and slammed down on her up thrust vaginal opening, feeling the full 
leg length of his eager rod ram deep up into her secret flesh, pushing it 
ahead in hotly yielding waves until finally the blood-engorged head struck 
the very mouth of her womb as his semen-heavy balls smacked wetly and 
solidly into the cheeks of her splayed-open ass-cheeks. 

"Ohhhh" Ellen moaned out in mingled pain and pleasure at the sudden invasion 
of her incredibly tight, almost virginal cunt. "Oh! You're in me! Andy, 
you're fucking me! God! We're fucking! . . Fucking! . . Her legs flailed 
wildly then locked tightly to his ramming hips. 

Her passionate cries frightened the inexperienced youth and he paused, deep 
in her, feeling the molten clutching cuntal tissue squeezing at his penis as 
she writhed and moaned beneath him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth 
again. He jerked his head up to look down at her beautiful, desire-twisted 
face. Her lips were drawn back tight in an lustful smile, and her eyes 
rolled wildly as her nostrils flared in passion. 

"Am I hurting you?" he blurted. "I don't want to hurt you. But I gotta fuck, 
I just gotta!" 

A lewd thrill of excitement ran through the sol long denied woman as she 
realized the full extent of her teenage lover's innocence. The thrill of 
gratifying such a sweet boy fully for the first time in his life added a new 
dimension to her sensual pleasure and she wondered what this must look like 
to anyone who might be able to see of course, nobody could, but there was a 
vicarious thrill to thinking of such a possibility. 

Herself, a twenty-four year old wriggling and groaning, humping her hungry 
loins up at a boy half her age as his virgin cock worked in and out of her 
clutching, burning cunt with an obscenely squishing noise as his heavy balls 
smacked lewdly against the clenching half-moons of her straining buttocks! 
Her slender thighs clamped tight around his body, heels drumming on his 
arching back as he fucked deep into her! The lust demented girl wished there 
were some way she could have a picture, to always remember this moment! 

"Yes, do it!" she moaned. "Do it. Fuck! Andy, fuck meee! 

The boy lover began to drive in and out of her in long deep strokes, 
withdrawing until only the throbbing tip remained within the clasping lips 
of her hotly steaming pussy, each stroke pulling her tender inner flesh out 
then shoving it back far up into her burning womb. Andy panted heavily, 
raising up on his hands and gazing lustfully down between their writhing 
bodies so he could see the iron-hard length of his cock sliding in and out 
of the hungry cuntal mouth that sucked voraciously at it as the divorcee 
rolled and tossed, raising her hips to meet each of his inexperienced, 
piston-like thrusts. 

He had never known such pleasure existed! Her full breasts jiggled with the 
thrashings of their madly copulating bodies and he lowered his head, caught 
one in his mouth and began to suck violently on the passion-distended tit. 
The lovely brunette's eyes were becoming heavy with her rising lust as they 
silently implored him to keep giving her this fucking she so obviously 
needed. 

"Oh man! he panted between stroked. "This is mind blowing". 

"Yesssss! So wonderful, my darling Andy! Keep it up!" 

Ellen was no longer ashamed of the manner in which she had seduced the lad. 
Nothing which gave so much pleasure to two people could ever be bad! The 
fact she was older meant nothing. That this was her first act of illicit sex 
with a boy meant nothing. The wildly fucking woman reveled in her newfound 
wantonness as Andy sweated over her, plunging his fiery rod of male flesh 
deeper and harder up into her moistly clutching pussy as the wet solid 
smacking of their meeting filled the bedroom of the little house. 

Suddenly, with primitive male instinct, he broke his rhythm long enough to 
grasp her knees and push them forward, so they touched the feverish tips of 
her jiggling breasts, flattening them, opening her yearning cunt to the now 
savage, ever faster pummeling of his heedlessly rampaging cock. Ellen 
groaned, defenseless beneath his youthfully thrusting loins, but with 
ever-rising ecstasy as each driving stroke split her straining ass-cheeks 
wider. She was almost powerless to move in this position, other than to rock 
her greedily gulping cunt up to her with each stallion-like plunge of his 
muscular body. She sensed he was completely out of control, and prayed 
silently that he wouldn't stop too soon. She had to cum too! He had to make 
her cum! 

Her arms were pinned by her cruelly bent legs, but she didn't care. All she 
cared for was the rock-hard penis that ripped smoothly up and down the warm 
wet interior of her cuntal passage like a huge well-oiled piston, his 
sperm-bloated balls slapping against her sensitive ass maddeningly. This 
wasn't what she had meant to do not at all! She told herself she had fought 
it as best she could, but her own secret desires had betrayed her. And how 
wonderful that they had! Wonderful for them both that his rigid young cock 
was raising the delicious tingling in her lewdly impaled cunt. She could 
hear the wild squeaking of the bedsprings and the sound mingled with their 
own gaspings and panting, was a delicious symphony for the newly liberated 
divorcee. 

"Oooohhh! Fuck! the ecstatic brunette moaned as with an effort she freed her 
left hand and reached down to catch his plunging balls and held them firmly. 
They felt so heavy and hot and full of the sperm that she would soon feel 
gushing up into her orgiastically straining body. She could sense that the 
touch of her fingers had triggered something in her teenage lover, that he 
was going to cum to fill her with this hot male essence and his cock seemed 
to get even harder and thicker and longer, his pumping more violent. With 
her other hand she sought for the crack of his tightly clenching buttocks 
and forced her fingers deep into the crease, then without thinking, did 
something she had never done, even with Dusty. She thrust her middle finger 
as far as it would go into Andy's ass-hole, feeling the tight rubbery anal 
muscles give way before her unnatural probing. She heard him cry out in 
sudden awareness, his balls drawing up to the base of his young cock in a 
hard knot, and that did it for her! The smoldering volcano in her boiling 
loins began to explode as wave after wave of indescribable sensations rolled 
through her churning belly, her neck muscles contorting thrusting her head 
back hard against the heaving mattress. 

Oh, my darling Andy, I'm cumming!" Ellen cried out, ramming her finger 
steadily in and out of his clasping ass as she held tight to his burning-hot 
balls. "Oh, Andy, my darling baby! You've made me cum! Oh! Ooooooh! 

Her words became a drawn out ecstatic moan as continuing surges of long 
repressed orgasmic relief possessed her straining body. She felt the sudden 
gushing of her cum flow from her womb to inundate his still-hammering cock 
as she kicked her legs free and flailed them wildly like a woman gone 
totally mad. Then Andy was pausing for a moment, only the pulsing head of 
his cock embedded in the orgasmically clutching hole of her trembling cunt 
as he looked down at her lust contorted face for a long moment, then thrust 
into her thrashing body with a final violence. 

Emitting a wild cry of his own, the newly initiated youngster felt the hot 
fire of his teeming sperm rushing the full length of his cock to explode 
with a tremendous gushing against the milking mouth of her womb, to mingle 
wetly with her own sticky cum juices that had already deeply coated his 
spasming cock-shaft with the sweetness of his first truly experienced 
orgasm. 

His pelvis smacked hard against her greedily sucking cunt as wave after wave 
of cum pumped from his balls in response to her fingers squeezing them. The 
head of his burgeoning penis flexed and seemed to grow immense for a final 
moment as the great river of his creamy white cum spilled from his straining 
body to mix with her own hot love-juices. 

Ellen felt the hotness of his orgasm deep in her belly filling her to 
overflowing as interior muscles she hadn't been aware of were at work 
rhythmically milking the still-hard rod of youthful male flesh. She felt 
their juices spilling from the tender mouth of her cunt to flood over his 
balls and down the widespread crevice of her contracting buttocks. She 
clamped her shaking legs around his trembling body as he collapsed over her, 
panting like a spent stallion, holding him a satiated prisoner until, long 
minutes later, his penis had softened and shrunk so that it slipped wetly 
from the clutching mouth of her pussy. Only then, with a long sigh of 
contentment, did she pull her finger slowly from the boy's rectum and free 
him from the iron-grip of her arms and legs, allowing him to move weakly 
from her glowing body. 

They lay side by side, kissing and caressing languorously, their bodies 
velvet soft and slick against each other. She felt the wetness between her 
legs and finally, with a sigh of regret, slipped from the bed to head into 
the bathroom while he lay watching her with adoring eyes until she closed 
the door. She soaped a washcloth and gently wiped away the long sticky 
strings of thick white cum which trailed from the still swollen lips of her 
finally released pussy down the flesh of her arching thighs. His young body 
had hammered her so hard she would be black and blue for a week. Left over 
souvenirs of her wanton delight. 

Rinsing the cloth, she carried it to the bedroom where Andy, his eyes now 
closed as if in sleep, lay spread-eagled on his back. She bent over him and 
began to gently wash his penis and balls, tenderly fingering them. Where he 
had been so big, he was now so small and soft. It was difficult to believe 
that only minutes before, he had been so hard and violently ramming into 
her. 

An urge to express her love for the almost forgotten pleasure he had given 
overcame her as slowly she knelt above his loins to take his spent penis in 
her delicate fingers, her head lowering until the lovely boy-cock seemed to 
fill her entire field of vision. Although she had never even thought of 
doing such a thing in her life, she now kissed the soft pink cock with 
moist, love-guided lips, lapping at it with the tip of her tongue, tasting 
the sweetness of a final drop of cum which seeped from the tiny hole at the 
end. 

"Ooh ... Mrs. Manning!" She raised her head, the tousled mane of thick hair 
tumbling over his parted thighs. "Ooh ... " His young eyes were wide, 
unbelieving. 

"My beautiful lover," thank you, she whispered. 

Slowly her face bent over him again, the sensuous lips pursing in a wet oval 
as they closed on his limp member and this time took all of him into her 
mouth. Ellen could feel the boy's strong youthful heartbeat with her very 
lips as her head rested low on his muscular young belly. Then one of his 
hands moved down, stroking her soft hair gently, tenderly, while she purred 
like a contented cat and cupped the now drained sac of his balls in her 
palms. 

It was then Ellen noticed the angle of the sun slanting through the big 
window and realized it must be getting late. This beautiful mood had to end! 
Andy had told her he could only work part of the day, that he was expected 
at home to do chores. She must send him away, no matter how much she wanted 
to keep him with her. If somebody came looking for him and found them like 
this, she would be ruined! With a sigh, the satiated divorcee let his penis 
slide from the warm caressing circle of her moist lips and raised her head. 
Looking at his quivering young cock, she thought maybe it was just in time, 
for he was unmistakably getting hard again! Just being in her mouth, even 
though she hadn't willed it! She thought of stories other women had told 
her, of how they went down on men, and she remembered that the vile youths 
who used to harass her at the shop often lewdly asked her if she wanted to 
do a blow job and the visions had been utterly repulsive to her. But taking 
Andy's lovely young penis into her mouth and holding it there immobile had 
been beautiful for her, and she could not relate it to the loathsome visions 
she had held before. No, what she had just done so purely and spontaneously 
had no relationship whatever to the lewd things she had heard of. 

"Please don't stop, Mrs. Manning," the youth pleaded, his hands going to her 
head, urging it down to his loins again. "That felt so good to me!" 

Andy, she said softly, drawing away and tossing her long hair from her face. 
"It felt good to me too, But I think you were getting excited all over 
again, I kno I was." 

"Well, why can't we do it some more?" 

"Because you have to go home." She looked at her clock. "You're late already 
and you can guess what would happen to both of us if your parents came 
looking for you and found us like this. Come on, get dressed now, like a 
good boy." 

He grinned sheepishly and reached for his shorts and jeans and began pulling 
them on. "I guess you're right ma'am. But we're gonna do it again, aren't 
we? It was so groovy. I mean, well it was wasn't it?" 

"Honey", Ellen said seriously, rising naked from the bed and embracing him. 
"If we do, we're going to have to be very careful. You've given me an awful 
lot to think about. You're intelligent enough to understand that other 
people, would say I'm a wicked woman for seducing you. The reason why I did 
it wouldn't matter in the least if it ever came out. At the least, I'd have 
to leave the area. I might even go to jail. I doubt the authorities would do 
anything to you, because they'd say it was all my fault and I guess it was 
but your parents might give you a hard time. The very least that would 
happen if this is ever found out is that we'd be separated forever. And I 
don't think either of us would want that. So, you understand, you must never 
say anything or even hint, at what we've done." 

"Mrs. Manning!" You think I'm some kind of fink or something?" The hurt and 
anger showed in both his eyes and his voice. "I'm not a blockhead. And I 
love you, ma'am. More than anything in the world, anyone! I'd never do 
anything to hurt you. I'd die first! Honest!" 

"I believe you would Andy," she said, smiling at his youthful earnestness 
and loving him for it. "As for how often we can be together we'll just have 
to see. If people know you're coming over here, and they don't see you 
working in the yard, they'll start thinking. We'll have to be very, very 
careful. Now, you go on home. I'll see you tomorrow, but I don't know if 
this will happen then, so don't get your hopes up." 

"Alright, I understand," he said, and then with a grin, added, "Don't be too 
sure it was you who seduced me. I wanted you so bad when I came here I'd 
have done about anything!" 

"Okay, we'll say it was mutual," she said with a soft smile. "Now, go!" 

Reluctantly he ran a last fleeting caress over her lush body and left the 
bedroom. Quickly the smiling woman clothed herself, not in the too-tight 
shorts or the torn blouse, but in the same outfit she had worn on her drive 
the previous night. There was a strange serenity to her mind, a feeling of 
wonderful completion in her vibrant reawakened woman's body as she brushed 
her hair. In the mirror, her reflection glowed and she knew what a man meant 
when he said a woman looked like she'd just been well fucked. And was I! 
ever she thought, smiling happily. 

There was a knock at the door and rushing to open it, she found Andy 
grinning sheepishly. 

"Ma'am, I'll be a little longer. My bike has a flat tire and it'll take me a 
few minutes to patch it and pump up." 

I'll drive you and the bike home in the truck." 

"Naw, ma'am. Maybe we better not be seen riding around together. "It'll just 
take a little while. I didn't want you to think I was hanging around after 
you told me to go, is all." 

"All right, Andy," she replied, repressing a giggle. 

She closed the door, and saw the uneaten sandwiches on the kitchen table, 
suddenly realizing she was hungry. She sat down and resumed the meal which 
had been so wantonly interrupted, but she had no time to finish if this time 
either, for soon she heard a car drive up and there was another knock at the 
door. This time she found to her relief, it was the telephone man come to 
hook up the phone. He made the connection quickly, checked the instrument, 
gave her a card with her new number and left with hardly a glance at her. 
The attractive divorcee was slightly amused it was the first time in months 
that a man hadn't made an overture of some kind! On impulse, she went out to 
the back yard, where Andy was and she gave him the number, and took his in 
return. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sitting in a booth at the local bar and shielded from the view of other 
patrons, Chuck Quinn and Hal Wit furtively and lewdly examined a thick stack 
of color pictures and formulated detailed and devious plans. After finishing 
the route, they had gone to Quinn's house and made two copies of each 
picture, so they had nearly six dozen in all. 

Each of them would keep a set, and the third set would be hidden in a safe 
place. 

"Damn it, Chuck, but that one fucks like a wild mare," Hal said, licking his 
lips. He was several years older than his partner, a thin man with blue 
eyes, uneven teeth and a craggy face. "She's a real piece of tail!" 

"You better believe it", his friend said. "And that boy for a kid, he's 
hung! And he uses it good! Christ! Did he ever have her squealin for more!" 

"He goddamn well did! Be fun to see if we can make her howl louder!" 

"We will," Quinn said. "If it takes us all night. Again, I get her first, 
and you stay the fuck away!" He picked up another picture and held it to the 
light. "Damn, look at the way she's got those pretty lips wrapped around his 
prick! I gotta try some of that!" 

"You an' me both," Hall agreed. "I thought she was tryin' to get him up so 
he could fuck her again, but all of a sudden she jumps up and sends him 
packin'. Didn't look like she was mad at him, though." 

"I could make out what she said. Seems he wasn't supposed to be there 
fuckin' her at all. He was supposed to be home workin'. " 

"An' then the phone guy showed up. I thought maybe she'd give him a little, 
but he didn't stay long." 

"I know that ass-hole. He's afraid a pussy bites. He couldn't get laid in a 
whorehouse." Quinn took a long swig of beer and refilled his glass from the 
pitcher. "That goddamn bitch! Kisses me off in a voice so cold it would 
freeze your tail off when all I want to do is buy her a drink! And then she 
rapes a kid! Well, wait till tomorrow! I'm running' the route early, an' I'm 
runnin' it alone!" He reached across the table and thumped the other's 
skinny chest with a thick hard finger. "An' you, Hall, you work somewhere 
else! If there's no work, you come here an' drink beer, or go someplace 
where people can see ya! I ain't takin' no chances on you sneakin' up there 
for a peek when I'm educatin' Miss Hot Cunt. If I even get an idea you're 
snoopin' I'll it so you're usin' yer ass-hole for a hat! Get me?" 

Chuck! Will protested. "I wouldn't do nothin' like that!" 

"You'd walk a mile to see two dogs fuckin' you dirty old man!" Chuck Quinn 
grinned. "Let's have another round." 

"I got the last one it's your turn!" 

"You wanna get some of this pussy or not?" 

"Okay, okay, I'll buy". 

"And you owe me two bucks apiece for the pictures." 

"I thought we was buddies!" Hal whined. Aren't they worth it the way you 
need something to help you jack off." 

"Shit, you bastard!" Hal spat out, "it's a deal." 

* * * 

"It's about time you're home, baby brother?" Jim Rivers glared at his 
younger brother as Andy parked the bike. Jim was eighteen, home for the 
summer from the boarding school their parents had angrily sent him to when 
he got that girl Salinas. He was a bigger and more muscular version of Andy 
and enjoyed nothing more than using his fists on his younger brother. He was 
angry now because Andy had disappeared when they were both supposed to work 
on the lawn because their mother was entertaining members of her bridge club 
at a lawn party the following day. "You were supposed to be back by noon and 
I've fucked around and worked my ass off all day and I don't like it a 
goddamned bit! I should beat the shit out of you just for starters! 

"Cool it, Jim, I had a flat on the bike. I couldn't help it. I'll do all the 
rest for you," Andy said hoping to appease his angry brother. He didn't like 
to fight, and he felt that, at least this time, Jim's mood was justified. He 
had overstayed and the reason for it was something he could never tell. "I 
was stuck working for Mrs. Manning and I got careless about the time. I'm 
sorry." 

"You can forget about working for her tomorrow," his brother said. "I've 
busted my ass all day here, and I'm not half done. You take over and finish 
it up, and there's enough to keep you busy right up to the time of Mom's 
party tomorrow. "I've done all I'm about to do and if you give me any more 
crap, I'll knock you on your ass. You dig?" 

"I t Id you I'm sorry," Andy said. "I just got tied up with the flat. 

"I just know you fuck off a lot," the older boy sneered. 

"Honest ... " 

"Bullshit, I oughta whip your ass!" 

"Aw, Jim let's not have trouble, " Andy pleaded He was not afraid of being 
beaten. He simply didn't want trouble. He wanted to think about how 
beautiful it had been with Mrs. Manning, even if she was so much older. 

How it had felt when they had actually done it and she had taken his cock 
into her mouth and sucked it so gently. He knew that when she did that, she 
had to love him! He wished she hadn't stopped and sent him away. He thought 
he might have cum if she kept sucking him. Her mouth had been so warm and 
soft. He pushed the vision of her lovely mouth pursed in a clasping oval 
around his rod from his mind and faced his brother, "I'll do whatever you 
want. Honest!" 

"Bull!" Jim said with a sneer. "Finish cutting the fucking grass and then 
start weeding, you mother-fucker." 

"Okay. I said I didn't want trouble. I'll do it! Just leave me alone, okay?" 

"Jim laughed. 

"I don't want to fight you," the younger boy said and he drew himself up as 
he spoke. His eyes were cold and he began to tremble with suppressed rage. 
Jim recognized the signs. Andy was about to become violent, and whenever 
Andy really got mad, he could hurt a person. Jim didn't like being on the 
wrong end of a fight with him. 

"Sure. Just get to work, and we'll forget it, okay?" 

"I'm sorry I wasn't back on time, Jim." 

"Cut the damn grass," and he walked away. 

* * * 

Chuck Quinn awoke with both a hangover and a hard on and realized he had 
almost two hundred miles to drive today on his repair work. He clutched his 
aching head and gulped two aspirin. Those, plus a couple of shots of the 
vodka he kept in the kitchen, and a glass of tomato juice, would take care 
of the hangover in time to get to work. His throbbingly erect penis he could 
do something about. Reaching for the stack of photos on the bedside table, 
he began to stroke it slowly with his hand as he looked at the pictures of 
the lovely young divorcee being fucked out of her mind until finally she had 
slid down on the bed and begun to suck the kid's cock like it was the most 
precious thing in the world. You ain't even tasted cock yet, honey, he 
muttered as he increased the speed of his jerking hand. He held the lewd 
picture close to him. I've got something to really fill your cocksucking 
mouth, you bitch! 

Then he stroked his rampantly erect cock with a purpose in mind. He was sure 
he could coerce the cock-sucker Mrs. Manning into doing anything he wanted, 
once she had seen the pictures. She'd have no choice in the matter. 

But he wanted her so badly himself that he knew he would cum too quickly if 
he didn't take care of himself now. Hell, he might even cum in his pants 
just thinking of how it would be to get into her tender young pussy. Damn, 
but she'd gone for the kid's prick like she hadn't had one in years! With a 
lot of moaning and groaning too! She was just plain hot to fuck! The only 
thing to do was to pump himself out now and then make her take it in her 
mouth and really work on it. Suck and lick, down on her knees until her jaw 
and neck ached from the effort and the only thing in her mind would be to 
make him cum deep in her clutching mouth to end it. That's how it's gonna 
be, you stuck up fuckin' bitch! Then his sperm jetted from the 
blood-engorged head of his cock as he stared at the color photo of the 
beautiful woman with her bent head nestled in between the legs of that kid 
Andy Rivers. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Not sleeping Ellen lay in bed for more than two hours, restlessly tossing. 
The lovely divorcee had satisfied her yearning body, and she had done wrong. 
Those two thoughts kept intruding on her anguished conscience. She had 
practically raped a young boy, a good boy and she was old enough to be 
realize what a traumatic expert e it must be for Andy. He had said that he 
loved her, and he probably believed it. He was so young, so clean, so honest 
... She hoped she had given as much as she had received. 

The memory of how his young hard cock had felt when it was pummeling deep up 
into her yielding belly again swept over her struggling conscience, again 
obliterated the nobler sentiments of guilt and she wanted him now, and there 
was no way to reach him. The fire was raging in her loins, a fire which she 
had no way to put out. 

"I've got to talk to someone," the troubled young woman said into the empty 
room. "Anyone!" And for the first time in her life realized how alone she 
really was. She really had nobody. No relatives being orphaned years ago. 
Dusty's family had never been friendly. And since their divorce, she had 
erected a wall around herself. There had been only Kay. 

"Kay! that's who!" 

She got out of bed and went to the phone. It seemed to ring forever before 
the soft voice came on the line. 

"I need you," Ellen whispered into the telephone. "Yes?" 

"To talk. Something's happened. I'm confused." 

"I'm coming." 

An hour passed before Kay arrived. She had got lost on the unfamiliar roads. 
By that time, Ellen had a good fire going in the fireplace and had brewed a 
fresh pot of coffee. 

"Sorry to be so long," Kay said with a grin as she came in, peeling off her 
sweater and casually tossing it over the nearest chair. She was barely 
covered by the shift she wore. It was thin. Not even panties on! Her 
unrestrained young breasts pushed against the taut fabric of her shift as 
she flashed the irresistible impish smile. "I didn't know whether you'd ever 
invite me out here." 

"It wasn't an invitation It was a call for help." 

"So lay it on me, " Kay said. "Tell me the trouble that's what I'm here for. 

"Let me get the coffee." Ellen brushed her hair back and looked steadily at 
the other girl. "This could be a long session." 

"Why else would you have called me at this time of night?" 

Ellen brought the hot coffee. She poured two generous mugsful, sitting on 
the big sofa beside the small dark-haired girl. Troubled, she looked 
directly into her friend's eyes before speaking. 

"I fucked." 

"You were fucked!" Kay's eyes widened in disbelief. She knew Ellen Manning 
well. The word didn't shock her, they used it casually at the shop, because 
everyone who came to the place did, and there was nothing obscene intended. 
But Ellen did not fuck! It was unthinkable for Kay. How many times had Ellen 
come to her for relief when a man had pushed her too far? How many times had 
the smaller girl been allowed to bury her face between the trembling white 
thighs and bring pleasure to Ellen? 

"Have you called the police yet?" 

"Kay, I didn't say I was fucked. I said I fucked! I fucked with all my heart 
and soul, with a boy half my age! Only sixteen! And I think I love him and 
don't know what to do about it, which is why I called you! It's wrong and 
it's a sick thing, and I need help! I have to talk it out!" 

"Tell me," Kay said softly. "Tell me all of it." 

"I want to," Ellen whispered. "I have to. But I don't want to hurt you..." 

"How would you hurt me?" 

"By making you listen to it. Ellen leaned over and gently kissed the younger 
girl on the lips. They were warm and soft and moist, parting to welcome 
Ellen's probing tongue. After a long minute, Ellen, her face beginning to 
color, drew back. "I know how you feel about me. I know you love me. I love 
you, or I wouldn't have called you tonight. You've been my safety valve for 
so long, the one I turn to ... And I can't return your love in the same way 
... I'm so sorry, Kay." 

"Darling, tell me what happened," Kay whispered. She kissed Ellen, cupping 
the girl's face in her hands, and then drawing her head down toher firm, 
wide-set breasts. She pulled the top of her dress away so Ellen's head was 
cradled between them. She began to stroke Ellen's long hair with her 
fingers. "Tell me everything, darling." 

So Ellen told her. She didn't spare herself. She cried at the end and was 
silent only when Kay guided her sobbing mouth to her nipple and urged her to 
suckle like a newborn child. The confused Ellen sucked and licked and 
kneaded the warm breast while in a quiet comforting tone, Kay began to 
speak. 

"It's the most beautiful story I've ever heard. I wish it could have 
happened to me." She pressed Ellen's mouth harder to her breast and 
continued to lightly caress the young friend's hair, tingling all over as 
Ellen's teeth bit into her aroused nipple, squirming on the sofa as she held 
the girl close. "You make it sound so, so wonderful. Not at all like what I 
went through." 

"Tell me," Ellen murmured without taking her mouth from the comforting 
breast. 

"You wouldn't like it. It's not happy." 

"I'm not happy. I'm all confused. I'm in love with a teenage boy. Please, 
tell me. Please talk to me. 

"All right. It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone with them." 

"Them?" 

"There were two. Big boys. Monstrous boys, and I should have known better. 
But it had been an important game, and everybody was excited. They had a car 
and a bottle, and I went with them. Alone. 

They drove out along an old abandoned railroad track, and we were laughing 
and sort of replaying the game in our heads. They kept handing me the 
bottle. I was in the middle of the seat, between them. I got double the 
drinks they did." 

"A bad scene," Kay murmured, then closed her soft lips around the other 
girl's breast again, needing its warmth. "Bad." 

"They took my pants off and the one who was driving fucked me! He was big 
and it was my first time, and it hurt so bad I screamed my head off. Even 
now, I can remember how it was when he put it in me. It felt like a hot bar 
of steel going right up into my belly, splitting me, pushing my flesh ahead 
in great burning waves! He had me spread wide open on the seat of the car 
and I can still feel his balls pounding on my ass. God, how he hurt me! He 
held me down with his body and had one arm over my shoulders so I couldn't 
have moved if I wanted to. He just held me like that and fucked me. Fucked 
me! And when he was almost finished, he used his other hand and shoved his 
finger as far up my ass as it would go. I guess I really yelled then. I felt 
him getting bigger and bigger inside me, and his balls tightened up and then 
I felt the hot juice cumming up in my belly and running out of my cunt and 
all I could think of was would it stain my skirt, or would I get pregnant? 
Sort of stupid, now that I look back on it." 

"Kay, it's not like that ... really..." Ellen murmured. 

"There's more," the dark-haired girl said. "The second guy. I was almost 
hysterical, the first one had hurt me so much. I begged and cried like a 
baby. I hurt, and I was bleeding. I said I'd do anything, if only he 
wouldn't fuck me. He thought about that and said I could suck him instead. I 
didn't know what he meant and he said he'd show me. He made me get out of 
the car and kneel down on the road. Then he made me lick his balls and all 
over his prick and finally take it in my mouth and suck it, working my head 
back and forth until he came. He came in my mouth, and while he was cumming 
he held my head so hard, pumping himself in and out of my mouth, that I had 
to swallow it or choke. All the time, the lights of the car were on bright 
and I could hear the radio playing. The other guy watched it all, and he got 
hard again. I knew there was only one thing to do. I got on my knees again 
and took his cock in my hand, put it in my mouth and sucked." 

"Oh, Kay," Ellen murmured. 

"I didn't care then, I just didn't want to be fucked again. Sucking doesn't 
hurt." 

"Rape hurts. Fucking is wonderful, with the right man." 

"Not for me. I tried. Five or six different guys that I tried to love. 
Really nice guys. I wanted them to fuck me! I really did. But it hurt so 
much I had to stop them. I guess we must have tried every position you 
imagine, and nothing worked. I found they're just as happy if I suck them. 
I've gotten very good with my mouth. I like it when a man cums deep, in my 
throat. Does all this shock you?" 

"Nothing could shock me more than I've shocked myself," Ellen whispered. "I 
feel so, so depraved. How I ever let myself go like that with Andy, even 
sucking him..." 

"Did he cum in your mouth?" 

"No. I didn't let it go that far. I got hold of myself." 

"You should try" Kay said quietly. "If you think you love him." 

"Oh, God," Ellen murmured. "He's just a boy." 

"He's apparently man enough for you," She pulled away. "If I'm going to open 
up the shop in the morning, I'd better get moving. I think we've about 
talked it out." 

"Don't go," Ellen pleaded. "Don't leave me alone!" 

Her eyes were suddenly enormous in her face as she clutched at the younger 
woman with trembling hands. 

"Please! Stay with me!" 

Of course, darling. If you want me." 

"I want you." 

They went to the bedroom, where a pale yellow night light burned. It was 
noticeably cooler than the front room, where the fireplace had provided 
warmth. To undress, Kay had only to pull her brief dress over her head while 
Ellen Manning had to wiggle out of her tight-fitting jeans and pull off her 
sweater before diving into the big bed. The crisp new sheets were cold, and 
the two women snuggled together, seeking the warmth of each other's bodies. 

Ellen suddenly felt safe in the other girl's embrace, hugging Kay close as 
her hands moved in warm caresses, gliding over the lush curves of Kay's hips 
and taut-muscled buttocks, at last finding the round full breasts and 
cupping them, teasing hard at the rising nipples. Then the voluptuous woman 
again snuggled down and began to lick and suck at her friend's lushly firm 
breasts, her warm wet lips and tongue working avidly at the nipples. 

"Oh! God . . " Kay moaned, pulling Ellen's head tight to her heaving young 
breasts. "I never thought ... don't stop ... please don't stop!" 

Breathing heavily, the older woman continued to suck at the warm breast, her 
hands roving over Kay's body as she felt the younger girl begin to undulate, 
spreading her velvet soft thighs and tossing restlessly on the bed. 

"Put your hand on my cunt," Kay whispered. "Put it into me." 

What am I doing? Ellen thought. She had never had such urges before. The 
times when she had gone to Kay she had been driven by frustration and deep 
physical need and it been Kay who did the love-making those times. Ellen had 
never wanted to do what she was doing now, and she realized that at last she 
must touch and taste all of Kay's quivering flesh. Was this depravity some 
sort of penance which she had subconsciously imposed on herself for her lewd 
and wanton seduction of young Andy? 

She couldn't answer her own question. Ellen only knew that she had to do 
what she was doing, as she moved her hand slowly over the smooth trembling 
plane of Kay's gyrating belly, through the softness of the dark girl's pussy 
hair and finally to the moist dilating vee of her cunt. She heard the other 
girl gasp at the contact of her fingers, felt her opening wide, thrusting 
her pubic mound up to meet the probing caresses. Her fingers delved into the 
sweet dampness, parting the cuntal lips, finding the entrance to the vaginal 
passage and suddenly pushing deep up inside it. 

"Aaaaaaahhh..." Kay moaned and began to work her young lithe body against 
the invading fingers. Ellen's thumb found the hard button of Kay's clitoris 
and began to stroke it too and the younger woman's fingers clutched at the 
thick taffy-hued mass of Ellen's hair as the lonely divorcee's mouth sucked 
wildly at her breast. Ellen's hand began to work steadily in the other 
girl's cunt and Kay ground herself against it, sobbing, "It's so good ... so 
good! ... Don't stop!" 

Ellen lifted her mouth from Kay's breast and kissed the younger girl deeply, 
pushing the spear of her feverishly working tongue deep up into the hot 
cavern of Kay's mouth. When Kay sighed and offered her own tongue, Ellen 
drew it between her lips and began to suck it while her hand probed deep up 
into the hot wet depths of Kay's cunt. Then suddenly, Kay broke their 
passionate kiss. 

"I'm cumming!" she said hoarsely. "So soon ... I'm cumming! Oh, your hand 
feels so good ... Ellen! 

Ellen knew without being told as she worked her hand in and out of the juicy 
depths of the other girl's gushing vagina and again pressed her feverish 
lips tight to Kay's gasping mouth until the petite brunette went limp, 
trembling weakly with the urgency of her orgasm. The sweet scent of her 
juices filled the bedroom as Ellen her eyes wide and dark with passion, 
lifted her head. 

"I want to taste you," she whispered. "I need to taste you." 

Ellen knelt over the dark-haired girl. Slowly she bent and kissed each of 
the wide-set breasts, the tip of her tongue lashing the nipples to upright 
erectness. She moved lower, her tongue licking at the hotly trembling 
stomach-flesh of the other girl. Kay's thighs were spread wide, her 
ass-cheeks writhing on the sheets already wet with her cum. The wantonly 
aroused woman slid down on the bed until she was kneeling between her young 
friend's legs. 

"Why am I doing this?" she mumbled to herself as, with shaking fingers, she 
parted the delicate flanges of Kay's cunt, exposing the soft, coral-hued 
inner flesh, glistening with the recently released juices of Kay's orgasm. 
She couldn't explain her lewd depraved action, but knew it was something she 
had to do. "I must taste you now." 

Her darting tongue flickered as she dipped her head into the dark cavern of 
the other girl's pussy. She tasted the hotly quivering cuntal depths and 
moaned softly, burrowing her face hard into the wet, velvet-like female 
flesh. Her tongue worked its way far up into the fragrant passage, twirling, 
making Kay groan and roll on the bed, opening herself wider as her hands 
clasped Ellen's bobbing head and pulled it tight into her firm-fleshed 
thighs closing around Ellen's face as her cunt lips sucked on greedily. Then 
Ellen's tongue found Kay's clitoris and worked over and around it as the 
young brunette thrashed wildly on the bed, thrusting her achingly 
impassioned cunt hard against Ellen's mouth as the liquid sounds of licking 
and sucking blended with Kay's rising cries of pleasure. Ellen reached under 
the other girl, firmly grasping the trembling cheeks of her buttocks and 
squeezing them in her lewdly searching fingers. She was licking and sucking 
both at the same time, and now the second finger of her right hand came into 
contact with the tightly puckered hole of Kay's anus. 

"Ooooooohhhhh!" Kay gasped. 

Ellen thrust the finger in past the tightly constricted rubbery sphincter 
muscle as far as the first knuckle. 

"Ann!" Kay groaned. "It hurts!" 

The sudden cry of pain excited Ellen and she drove her tongue to its full 
length into the wetly clutching cavern of Kay's grinding cunt and at the 
same time began to rotate her finger in the girl's sensitive little anus. 
She could feel the finger moving through the thin membrane which separated 
the vaginal and rectal passages while under her lewd caress, her friend 
cried out and thrashed like a woman going mad. 

Ellen thrust her finger to its full length into the wildly churning rectum 
of the other girl and Kay moaned in mingled pain and pleasure as Ellen 
rammed her finger in and out so hard that her palm smacked loudly against 
the wide-stretched ass-cheeks of the lewdly excited brunette. 

"I'm cumming again! You're hurting me so much! Ohhh!" 

With her finger forced far up Kay's clenching anal passage, Ellen greedily 
drank the thick cum gushing orgasmically from the other girl's cunt. Her 
voraciously working tongue and lips licked and sucked until there was no 
more, and her face glistened with the rich fluid which carried such a sweet 
pungent taste. For a long time, she lay with her face clamped between the 
smooth trembling thighs, until Kay drew her up from her kneeling position to 
kiss the other woman tenderly. 

"I don't know why I did that," Ellen murmured. 

"You were beautiful. I love you." 

"I know that. But I didn't do it because I love you. It was something I just 
had to do. I can't explain it." 

"It happened, that's all." 

"I can sleep now, Kay." 

And she did sleep, her arms and long legs twined with Kay's. She slept so 
deeply she hardly stirred as Kay, with the bright early sun streaming 
through the window of the remote country home, slipped from the bed. 

In moments the diminutive brunette was dressed and she bent to kiss Ellen's 
parted lips lightly, lingeringly, wondering if she could still taste her own 
cum on them. Then she left the house, bundling into her seat in the car 
letting it roll down the drive until she could catch it in gear so that the 
sound of the starter wouldn't awaken the sleeping young girl. 

When Ellen did awaken, she wasn't sure that what had happened last night in 
the bed hadn't been a dream. It all came back to her so vividly, the way she 
had made love to Kay, the way Kay's cunt had tasted so sweet to her but it 
was such an alien thing she couldn't believe it of herself. She looked 
around the room dazedly, Kay had left no traces of herself behind, and Ellen 
began to believe it had been a dream, until she went to the kitchen and 
found two coffee cups in the sink... 

"I'm not that way," she cried. "I'm not!" 

She thought, First a teenage boy and then her friend, Kay! 

Sick with guilt and remorse, unhappily Ellen found her way to the shower and 
tried to cleanse herself of the obscene feeling that burned inside her. 

* * * 

"Okay, you get your ass outa bed," Jim Rivers said loudly as he pushed 
through the door of Andy's bedroom. "You got a day's work ahead of you, and 
I'm gonna see that you do it!" 

Then he stopped in his tracks, a lewd grin splitting his lean young face as 
he saw his younger brother was masturbating. With a wild laugh, he pulled 
the protective blanket away. Andy, mortified, tried to cover himself. 

"Damn if I didn't catch you at it," his brother chortled. "Who were you 
thinkin" about? That Mrs. Manning you were so anxious to work all day for 
yesterday? Yeah? I bet that's the pussy you had in mind she's sure prettier 
and better built than any of those teeny-boppers you and your pals run 
around with!" 

"Get out! Andy said, springing from the bed as his ponderous erection 
quickly diminished. "Don't you dare talk about Mrs. Manning that way! I'll 
kill you. I swear it, I'll kill you!" 

Jim, having the edge, merely laughed at him for a moment, and then grinned 
more kindly as he said, "Don't blow your cool, kid. We all whack off, and 
that's the kind of pussy we always think of. Trouble is, you'll never in 
your life et get into something like that. Maybe I won't either! I guess I 
don't blame you for wanting to hang around just to see her in those tight 
shorts, with her tits hangin' out" The grin went away. "But not today! 
Remember, you got all that yard work for Mom's party ahead of you. Go ahead 
jerk off and get it our of your system. It's the closest you'll ever get to 
the real thing!" 

Suddenly, Andy Rivers eyes glazed and something seemed to snap in his mind. 
He just couldn't take any more razzing from his older brother, and without 
thinking, he blurted out the only thing which might possibly stop it. 

"But I did!" he almost yelled. "I did it yesterday I fucked her!" 

"Bullshit!" Jim retorted. But he was watching Andy closely. He knew one 
thing for sure about the younger boy when he became emotionally upset, as he 
obviously was now, he said the first thing off the top of his head and it 
usually turned out to be true. 

"I did! I did!" Andy yelled. "We were having sandwiches and our legs were 
touching and something just came over us and the next thing I knew we were 
in the bedroom making love!" 

"Fucking," Jim said. 

"Yes, fucking!" 

"Damn! you just might be telling the truth," he grinned widely. "If you are, 
then you're gonna fix me up with some aren't you?" 

"Oh, Jesus!" Andy moaned. He stumbled back to the bed and sat on the edge, 
his face buried in his hands. I didn't. I just made it up honest!" 

"Now, you little jerk, I know you told me the truth. You in love with her or 
something?" 

He was unable to find any words. 

"Okay! I'll keep my mouth shut. But you fix me up with her, or I'll start 
letting a word drop her and there. She should be glad to meet me I got more 
cock than you, and more experience with how it works." 

"No..." Andy blurted, on the edge of tears now, dismayed by the terrible 
thing he had done. 

"You fix it up," Jim said ominously, "or I'll go see her and fix myself up!" 

"Go away," Andy blubbered. "Go to hell away from me!" 

Later Ellen Manning heard Andy's voice on the phone, the youth was saying he 
wouldn't be able to work for her at all today, explaining in stammering 
phases about having to work at home. He sounded terribly upset, but she 
thought possibly he was bothered by the fact they would be unable to be 
together. She assured him everything would be all right, and that he could 
come the following day or whenever it was convenient. Then, with a sigh, she 
hung up. He had saved her a difficult phone call. 

Because Ellen had determined to keep away from the naive teenager. No matter 
how deeply she had responded to him, wanted him, longed for his hard young 
cock plunging up into the yielding depths of her long denied body, she had 
forced herself over many cups of black coffee to be realistic. She had done 
something absolutely wrong with him, no matter how good it had been for both 
of them and it must not happen again. If she needed a man, as she now 
acknowledged she did-she did!-she must find one nearer her own age. 
Hopefully but not-likely, a man with all Andy's tenderness and good 
qualities and lithe fine body. She knew she would never forget the beautiful 
experience with the boy, but that it must be the only time. She vowed to 
herself that she would make a conscious effort to meet such men, many of 
them, until she found one who was right for her. 

The question of the truck nagged at her. She wished wholeheartedly she had 
not made such a generous offer, though she knew she couldn't withdraw it. 
She couldn't have Andy nearby, but she realized he was not the sort who 
would take it as a gift. He would insist on working to earn it, and it would 
be impossible to have him around the house because she knew what would 
happen. 

Just the mere recollection of the previous afternoon made her loins hot and 
her cuntal lips swell with desire. At a loss for a better solution, she 
thought she might even manage to wreck the truck beyond repair. If she did, 
she might be hurt, even killed and maybe that would be the best solution of 
all, she mused morosely. Her morbid thoughts were interrupted by the ringing 
of the doorbell. With distaste, she saw it was that man, that Chuck Quinn 
who had been so obviously lusting for her. 

"Some flowers," he said, handing them to her. 

She looked at it blankly. Seeing a large envelope with them. 

"Look inside, you'll know it's for you, all right." He pushed past her into 
the living room and slammed the door shut before she could move to stop him. 
"Take a look, pretty lady," 

With a flash of intuition, even before her trembling fingers managed to tear 
the flap open, Ellen knew the sort of things she would find. She went weak 
at the knees and fell back on the sofa as the obscene pictures spilled out. 

"Oh my God!..." she whispered, her face turning ashen. 

"Take a good look at every one," Quinn commanded his thick mouth set in a 
dissolute grin of anticipation. He was loving this moment, seeing the proud 
bitch put in her place so brutally. "Look at them. Slowly! 

Ellen was unable to resist, and her face turned red with shame as she saw 
herself in a contorted embrace with young Andy, his young body poised over 
hers, the head of his cock being led to the gaping mouth of her upturned 
pussy by her own fingers. She saw the ecstatic look on her face at the 
moment of his first deep penetration, the way her legs flew wildly in the 
air to lock tight around his plunging body as his heavy balls smacked 
against her rounded ass-cheeks, and then the way her knees were pressed 
obscenely against her breasts as his cock drove keep up into the 
juice-gushing receptacle of her clutching cunt. She relived every minute of 
it, and in spite of herself found the warmth spreading insidiously through 
her belly at the remembered wild passion they had shared. 

Finally a picture captured her head swooping down on his penis, her mouth 
warmly engulfing it to the very base while her fingers toyed lasciviously 
with his balls and she remembered how he had tasted so sweet and manly to 
her virgin mouth and tongue. She raised stricken eyes to the bulky figure of 
the man. She saw no sign of mercy there, only wanton lust, and knew she was 
totally destroyed and maybe the innocent boy she had seduced too. 

"How much do you want for these?" she finally managed to ask, repressing 
with difficulty the obscene phrases she wanted to scream at this depraved 
creature grinning before her. She was not good at swearing and she sensed 
that he already hated her, wanted to debase her for the way she had refused 
to have such a simple thing as a drink with him and endure a harmless 
flirtation. Whatever his price, it would be high! 

She knew she must pay anything, rather than face exposure which would ruin 
not only herself but young Andy and she tried to think how much she had in 
the bank, even the house she had yearned for so long and had hoped to be so 
happy in. "How much?" 

"I want some of that," Chuck Quinn said, pointing to the pictures. "I want a 
lot of that and a lot of ways." 

"Oh no!" she gasped, but knew it was only a automatic reaction to the 
obscene demand. She would do whatever was commanded of her. Later she might 
think of possible revenge. She knew it was easy to find people in the city 
who would do terrible things to this bestial monster for a price, even 
murder, but she could not think of such retribution yet. 

First she had to get the pictures, and to do that mean submitting to Chuck 
Quinn's lust. Here was the swift and terrible justice visited upon her for 
her own despicably action in seducing that innocent boy. Her worried eyes 
were met with tears of mingled shame and outrage as she made herself nod in 
silent surrender, managing to murmur submissively, "Will you give me the 
pictures then?" 

"Hell no!" Chuck Quinn said cruelly. "But I'll promise you they'll be in a 
safe place and nobody'll ever see them. Particularly the boy's parents. From 
what I saw while I was takin' them, you need a lot of cock. Well, baby, you 
just found yourself a hell of a steady source of supply! I make this route 
everyday, an' don't mind special deliveries on weekends. We'll work it out! 

"Oh, what an idiot I am!" she cried. 

"I don't think you're too much of an idiot not to be already thinkin' up 
ways to get out. like maybe gettin' some friends to come lookin' for me. 
Forget it, pretty girl. There's two other sets of these pictures. My partner 
Hal Whitt had one, and the other's stashed where it'll turn up if anythin' 
bad happens to me. You got that in your pretty head?" 

"I understand," she said in a flat voice 

"Then let's hit the sack and fuck." 

Silently, the trembling young woman walked to the bedroom, telling herself 
she would be able to pretend it wasn't happening, just to close her eyes and 
be like a log under his heavy body. She shut the door behind them and, this 
time, was careful to draw the heavy drapes under the window so the room was 
almost dark. She could smell the acrid odor of sweat and anticipation on 
him. 

"What do you want me to do?" she said resignedly. 

"First, open them drapes. I like to see what's happenin', " 

"No!" she protested. "I can turn on a light." 

"I like sunshine. Open 'em!" 

Her eyes filling with tears at her impending degradation, the young woman 
obeyed. 

"Strip!" he grinned. She could see the outline of an enormous erection in 
his pants. "And don't turn your back on me. I want to see it all. 

The blackmailed young divorcee closed her eyes against the salty tears and, 
without a word drew her thin sweater over her head and tossed it on a chair. 
Her unrestrained breasts, round and firm and wide-set with nipples pink 
against the darker areoles, jiggled with her body's movements, and she 
thought blindly she was glad she had not put on a brassiere it meant one 
less garment to remove under his lascivious gaze. She unzipped her jeans, 
hooked her thumb in the waistband and swiftly drew them and her fragile 
panties also, down over her hips, the long tapering thighs, the gracefully 
curving calves. She stepped out of the last of her clothes and kicked them 
away to stand stunningly beautiful and completely defenseless before his 
obscenely glaring gaze. 

"Now take my clothes off and do it sexy like." 

She forced herself to take two small steps and close the gap between them. 
Her nostrils filled with the odor of him, and she was horrified to discover 
that something in the aroma triggered a sexual response in herself and she 
felt her nipples hardening and goose bumps rising on her sleek young body. 
So with shaking fingers she began to open the buttons of his shirt. When 
they were all undone, she jerked it from his pants and peeled it over his 
brawny shoulders and off the length of his arms, letting it drop on the 
floor. She forced herself to look at his thick chest, matted with curling 
dark hair, heavy-muscled. She was surprised at his height he seemed shorter 
than he really was because of his stocky build and the muscular flatness of 
his belly. Slowly her fingers trailed through the chest hair downward to 
find his belt and work the buckle open. She found the snap of the waistband 
and then the zipper. 

"Down on your knees for this part, girlie." he snarled. 

"No..." she said in a soft voice. "Nooooo..."Yes!" 

His strong arms came up and his hands grasped her shoulders. She lacked the 
strength to resist and was forced to drop to her knees where she found 
herself staring at the sharp outline of the heavy bulge of his penis. She 
made herself jerk the zipper downward and there contained in his shorts, his 
penis and balls pressed out just scant inches from her face. She could not 
take her eyes from them as she pulled his pants down his legs and he lifted 
a foot at a time to kick them away. 

"Now the rest," he said, his voice trembling with anticipation. 

Forcing her fingers to move, she stretched the elastic band of the shorts 
and pulled downward. Suddenly the bloated length of his rigidly hard cock, 
the tip blood-filled and dark, sprang free and slapped against her face. She 
drew back in shocked humiliation, shutting her eyes while she yanked his 
shorts the rest of the way down his legs and off of him. 

"Might as well take a good look at it, baby." he said gloatingly. "You'll be 
seein' a lot of that cock. Up close." 

The defenseless girl forced her eyes open. His lewdly proffered member 
swayed, thick and muscular, inches from her face. She could see a drop of 
pre-seminal fluid had already formed at the tip, and she thought, Maybe it 
won't take too long. Beneath it, oval shaped and seemingly immense, his 
air-ladoned testicles dangled in their sac and the victimized divorcee 
thought of what they would pour into her nakedly defenseless body and 
shuddered. 

"Take it in your hands." he ordered. 

Ellen did. She drew the skin back allowing the bulbous head to pop lewdly 
from the pliant cap of the foreskin. She was unable to take her eyes off it. 
The kneeling brunette felt the strength of the man through his iron-hard 
penis and in a perverse way it thrilled her. She didn't want it in her, but 
nonetheless there was an unmistakable tingling in her belly, and she was 
aware of the lips of her cunt beginning to swell n anticipation. God! He 
would tear her apart! Andy had almost done that, and he was much more mature 
than young Andy! With a slow rhythm her hands began to stroke the massively 
distended cock-shaft, drawing the loose foreskin far back, then upward again 
to cover the bulging head until the next stroke. 

"Hold onto my balls," Chuck Quinn said, beginning to sway slightly as he 
loomed, masterfully above her. 

Unable to help herself, she lifted them, as if measuring their weight, and 
it seemed as though her fingers could feel the hot, life-forming semen 
sloshing heavily around inside them. She moaned softly, still stroking the 
length of his iron-hard shaft, and the warm breath from her parted lips blew 
over the mushroom-shaped glans exciting him more. 

"Lick me!" Chuck Quinn said , his breath beginning to come in excited gusts 
as he moved one hand from her shoulders to the back of her head, his thick 
fingers catching the mass of her hair. "Kiss it!" 

Ellen tried to pull back, but the pressure of his hand was too great. She 
looked up at him with pleading eyes dark with fear and blurred with her 
weeping, and she could see no mercy. As if mesmerized, she slowly extended 
her tongue through her sensuous quivering lips and touched the dilated 
rubbery head, amazed to find that, except for an exciting male pungence, 
there was no taste to it until the tip of her searching tongue encountered 
the little hole at the end. There a thick rich droplet of seminal fluid 
waited to tantalize her taste buds with a strangely delicate flavor and 
involuntarily she licked it away, savoring it on the tip of her tongue. 

Then her hand squeezed his throbbing rigidity and drew the silky foreskin 
far back, holding it in position as she began to lick tentatively around the 
rim, not yet touching it with her lips but holding it as she might hold a 
sucker as she licked him with increasing willingness. She maneuvered it 
before her lips like she might move the stick shift of a car and began to 
moan softly, appalled by what she was doing but somehow unable to stay the 
urge to let her tongue roam around over it. She raised his thickly pulsing 
cock up and gingerly licked along the swollen shaft to the base, to where 
her fingers were kneading his swelling balls, and then back up again until 
her parted lips were brushing over the blood-engorged head. There was 
another droplet of cum fluid in the little hole now and her tongue swirled 
wetly at it as she again tasted his juice, feeling him shudder and shift his 
weight from one hairy leg to the other and back. 

"That's nice. On the bed now," Chuck Quinn said. He pulled her toner feet, 
and she was aware for the first time that her knees hurt. The softness of 
the bed was going to feel good to her even with his big body above hers, 
pounding mercilessly down on her, his stiff penis ripping into her dilated 
cunt. He grinned. "I think we're gonna get along Ellie baby." 

His words broke the spell and she tried to pull away, but he caught her by 
the arm and threw her on the bed. From her servile position, she looked into 
his eyes and surrendered again, as she lay on her back and drew her legs up, 
spreading herself wide, surrendering her tenderly splayed cunt to his 
unsolicited invasion. He looked down at her and laughed, then flopped on his 
back, his cock slapping obscenely against his hairy belly. 

"Not like that! . . Do me like you did the boy! Kiss me all over like you 
wanted to eat me alive and then suck me. You can take your time. I got a 
couple of hours, honey.! " 

"Ooh ... please! ... I've never done that," Ellen pleaded. "Never with my 
mouth. Rape me and I won't try to stop you, but not that!" 

He laughed uproariously, as if at a wild jke he had never heard before. 
"Don't gimme that shit, baby! You was mouthin' his cock like a lollipop 
yesterday, and just now you seemed to like the taste of mine. You got a fine 
mouth, Ellen. Use it!" 

I could kill him and then myself, she thought as her eyes blurred with fresh 
tears. But I don't have a gun. And if I shot him, then the shameful truth 
would all come out, and where would that leave Andy. I have to do it! I have 
to be a whore! So do it and get it over with! 

Trying to close her mind to what was happening and trying to make an 
automation of herself, the victimized young woman tossed her long hair back 
and got on her knees above her burly oppressor. She really knew nothing of 
the erotic zones on the male body, other than a few of the more sensitive 
areas. Resolutely she grasped his cock, still wet with her saliva and held 
it tightly as she began to kiss his ears and neck, experimenting with the 
tip of her tongue. His flesh was acrid, sweaty, very masculine, so different 
from what she remembered of Andy. She knew enough to use her tongue 
teasingly, and to slowly stoke his cock as her mouth moved over his upper 
body. Anything to make him cum quickly, to end this depraved wanton 
obscenity! 

"You got a fine tongue, honey," he said with a lewd chuckle, and moved 
restlessly under her as her mouth slipped down to close over his nipples. "A 
nice, soft mouth. Butter wouldn't melt in it, Let's see if a prick will." 

She closed her mind against the lewd words as her lips puckered and drew on 
his male nipples. 

Surprisingly, she found them rising and hardening, just as her own did when 
she was sexually aroused and she nibbled lightly, listening to his hoarse 
sighs of satisfaction. She pumped his cock slowly, feeling it hotly eager 
and thick in her clenched fingers. 

"Get down there, baby," he whispered. "Suck me!" 

Ellen felt the blood of shame rush to her face, but there was nothing else 
to do. She was his slave! She moved lower on the bed, seeing only the 
formidable length of his iron-hard cock-shaft clutched in her hand. It was 
too much! She could never get it all into her mouth! But she could feel his 
muscular body moving restlessly on the bed and knew he would do something 
fearful if she didn't at least try, so she lifted her head, taking a deep 
breath as she tossed her pale hair back, then slowly bent her beautiful face 
over his loins. The bulging head of his lewdly up-thrust face over his 
loins. The bulging head of his lewdly up-thrust cock seemed to fill her 
entire field of vision as more drops of glistening whitish fluid seeped from 
the tip. Tentatively she extended her tongue and licked at them. Somehow 
they tasted even richer than those which she had licked before. Maybe if she 
just licked him and used her hand, Ellen thought using one hand she slowly 
pumped his rigid staff, the other she used to cradle his massive balls as 
her tongue reached out and began to lick the firmness of the mushroom-shaped 
cockhead. It wasn't so bad! The sensitive skin of the glans felt smooth 
against her moist, slightly parted lips and now Chuck Quinn was groaning and 
twisting so that she thought it might end soon, that he would cum. The 
pointed tip of her searching tongue found the little hole again and burrowed 
into it wetly, darting and teasing, her nostrils flaring as she became aware 
of the pungent odor and her mouth began to water, She knew she must take the 
throbbing rod between her quivering lips sooner or later but wanted to 
forestall the terrible moment as long as possible. Kissing didn't seem so 
bad, so she began to bestow warm kisses around the thickening cap, 
accompanying them with teasing licks of her hotly flickering tongue. She 
traced a sensual path down the full length of his penis to the base and back 
up, then brushed the blood-swollen tip against her teeth, her lips only 
slightly parted. 

"Suck it!" Chuck Quinn cried out. 

"But--" 

Whatever she might have said was lost as he took matters into his own hands, 
tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her face down as he thrust his 
pelvis up toward her beautiful face. She tried to shut her lips but it was 
too late and the lust-swollen head rammed past them deep up into the hot wet 
cavern of her mouth until the tip of obscenely penetrating cock slammed into 
her throat. The frightened young divorcee could only suck and gulp for air, 
her lips straining in a tight circle around the thick impaling shaft for a 
few moments while he held her head immobile and sawed his cock in and out of 
her painfully stretched mouth. 

The debased young girl managed to make a gurgling sound, trying to tell 
Chuck Quinn she would do whatever he wanted. Only then did he relax his iron 
grip on her head. The petrified brunette knew what he wanted but didn't know 
exactly how to do it. She remembered in detail what Kay had told her in the 
confidence of their lesbian embrace the night before, and what Chuck Quinn 
had instructed her to do when he had her on her knees in front of him and 
she reached for the heavy hot balls with her hand and began timidly 
massaging them. 

At the same time, she grasped the base of his burgeoning staff between thumb 
and forefinger of her other hand and held it firmly. Trying to make her 
mouth soft, she began to work her tongue slavishly as her hand rose up and 
down and his penis slid deeply in and out of her mouth. That was better. She 
found she could breathe through her nostrils, once she had her timing right. 
At first her tongue seemed to get in the way, but within minutes she was 
able to twirl it around the length of his rigidly filling member in a steady 
rhythm. 

"Hey, baby, you can really suck!" 

Ellen paused in her oral ministrations for a moment, with only the throbbing 
head of his cock between her lips, and looked up to meet Chuck's eyes. He 
was raised on his elbows on the bed, obviously enjoying the lewd sight of 
her mouth fellating him. 

"Ummmmmmmm ... " she moaned, as her bobbing head dipped down low over his 
loins again. "Ummmmmm..." 

Actually, it wasn't bad. If it were Andy, it would have been beautiful. The 
feel of his hard throbbing maleness between her lips, responding to her 
tongue, his balls hot in her hand, was involuntarily exciting her. She 
tightened her lips around his penis and began to suck with more enthusiasm, 
stroking the soft skin of his balls tantalizingly with her fingers and 
opening her eyes to find his own fastened eagerly on her cock-swollen face 
as she felt him jerk upward, thrusting deeper up into her throat until 
somehow she was able to take almost all of him, like a massive tree, between 
her now lewdly working lips without gagging. 

It was a living, pulsing shaft, and suddenly the lust-incited woman had to 
devour it, possess it. She was elated by the reactions she could feel 
through her lips and tongue, the way it was seeming to balloon in her mouth 
and she let him feel her teeth until his soft murmurs of pain said she was 
going too far, then pursed her lips into a oval again and resumed her tender 
sucking. 

He tossed on the bed, his legs spreading wide and, without letting his cock 
escape her devouring mouth, Ellen shifted until she was kneeling on all 
fours between them. She lowered herself to her elbows, her lovely face 
contorting with each stroke as she sucked his thickly pulsating cock in and 
then released it, her hands sliding under his buttocks, cupping them. She 
remembered how it had excited and hurt Kay the night before when she used 
her finger and she pulled his heavy buttocks up to her bobbing face and at 
the same time found the tight ring of his anus with her finger and 
penetrated it. She heard his cry of surprise but didn't stop. In a moment 
she had worked her middle finger fully into his rectal passage and was 
sawing it back and forth while he writhed under the ministrations of her 
erotically sucking lips. She felt like she might choke, but this was 
something that he had started, forced her into, and now she had to have it. 
This vile man had made a cocksucker of her! 

Reveling in her debasement, she suddenly had to have it, all of it. She 
could keep her eyes closed and believe it was Andy River's stiff young penis 
she gulped at so urgently. That would be wrong, but it would not be foul it 
would be a beautiful act, performed out of love. For the moment she would 
forget her consuming hatred and think only of young Andy lying widespread 
under her and receiving her oral caress, all her love for him. 

Her fully molded breasts danced and jiggled as she felt the inner flesh of 
her sucking lips being twisted grotesquely while she sawed her mouth up and 
down the rampantly throbbing penis. 

"Oh, baby! Can you ever suck!" Chuck Quinn moaned as he lay back against t! 
pillows and watched the lascivious mouth devour his archingly rigid cock so 
eagerly. He never thought she'd go for it like this. A born cocksucker, 
that's what this one was! When she'd gulped down all the cum he had waiting 
for her, she'd never have any interest in young kids again. Her head was 
bobbing up and down frantically over his surging loins and she was moaning 
and milking his balls for all she was worth while he felt the pressure 
building up in his balls and knew it wouldn't be long before he gave her 
what she so obviously wanted. He thought his cock would explode into a 
million shooting fragments as he jerked his hips up hard into her beautiful 
face, hard enough to bury his passion-swollen staff to the very hilt between 
her gulping lips, causing her to moan submissively in her efforts to take it 
all. But she didn't break her rhythm, even though the head of his cock was 
banging like a ramrod deep into her straining throat. He never wanted her to 
stop, yet if she didn't soon, he thought he'd die! 

His mouth began to open and close, fish-like, as he moaned incoherently and 
then cried out, "Suck it, suck it, suck it, baby, I'm cumming! I'm 
cummmmiiinnnngggg!! ! " Then with a wild spasming of his body, the fire in 
his balls exploded, streaming down the length of his hotly throbbing penis 
to spurt wildly into the gulping mouth of the young divorcee who knelt so 
subserviently between his clenching legs. At the last moment, when she felt 
his balls tighten up and his penis get even harder and thicker between her 
voraciously ministering lips, Ellen Manning tried to pull away. The crazy 
excitement was gone and it would be unthinkably obscene to let his lewdly 
spurting stream violate her mouth! But she had no chance. His heavy hands 
grasped her head and held it fast as he fucked up wildly into her face, 
thrusting the pile driving rod of flesh deep up into her throat. She nearly 
choked on the first gush of thick creamy sperm and had to swallow quickly, 
until it was totally beyond her control. All she could do was keep working 
her lovely mouth, sucking hard as she could as burst after burst of his 
white-hot cum splashed into her mouth, and swallow in order to get air. 

The salty, heavily male taste of it suddenly overcame her and she became 
greedy, working her tongue and lips on his erupting penis, now sucking and 
licking eagerly, feeling it ass like sweet fire as it flowed in a molten 
river over her tonsils, down her throat and into her hungrily trembling 
belly. She moaned hoarsely and buried her face in this pubic hair, engulfing 
his penis to the fullest, tenderly squeezing his now deflated balls. She 
sucked so strongly that Quinn finally pulled her head away. 

A long tendril of thick whitish cum trailed from her lips, linking them to 
his softened cock and, as if dazed, she caught its web-like moistness in her 
fingers and brought it to her mouth, licking slowly. Her blurred eyes 
finally focused on his and she swallowed hard before managing to speak 
hoarsely. 

"I hate you," she said numbly. 

"Yeah I know you hate me because I made you do it." He grinned and reached 
for a cigarette from the pack on her night table and used her lighter. 
"Because you just found out you love sucking cock." 

"You're right, I didn't know that." She took the cigarette from his fingers 
and handed it back after taking two deep puffs. Her lips were still heavy 
with passion, smeared white with his cum. "I never did it before. Never." 

"You sucked the kid yesterday." 

"That was different. I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand. He 
gave me back something in return. All those filthy pictures you have don't 
show what really happened. When I sucked him, I was thanking him. It wasn't 
sexual." 

"What you just did was sexual as hell. I made you do it, and you found out 
something, and you hate me for it. 

"Yes." Woodenly she took the cigarette again drew on it, passed it back. She 
knelt on the bed and combed her hair back with her fingers, more in control 
now. She didn't even mind seeing him lying there devouring her naked body 
with his eyes. "You are as coarse and foul and despicable a person as I can 
imagine. I can only think of one who's worse." 

"You're thinking about yourself!" Suddenly he put his hand over hers where 
they were folded on her knees. "Baby, everybody's head gets fucked up once 
in a while. You were over the edge and the kid was there and you just had to 
get laid. I know it. I saw you when you were up on the road, looking down at 
this place and you put your hand up between your legs." 

"I was afraid, from what you said in the bar, that you saw me." 

"Forget it. It happens." Chuck Quinn was beginning to hope that maybe the 
times after this would be better she might even get to like him. "Don't 
worry about the pictures Nobody'll ever see 'em." 

"How can I believe that?" she said, almost on the verge of tears again. "You 
said your friend has some and there are others hidden." 

"I'll take care of 'em. I won't give 'em back but you don't worry. I like 
bein' with you. It's better if you like to too." 

"I won't. She tossed her head, making the pale mane of hair spray wildly. 
She looked directly into his eyes. "I will despise you. And myself as much." 
She took a deep breath and her full, wide-set breasts, the nipples still 
erect in sexual arousal, rose and fell. "If we can't be friends and we can't 
I can try to be honest. I'll hate you but I'll want you sexually. I'll be an 
animal." 

"I'm an animal lover." He laughed as he crushed out the cigarette and 
immediately lit another. He got it going well and passed it to her. "We'll 
get along. 

"I guess we'll have to." She put the cigarette between his lips and then 
casually dropped her hand to his still soft penis and held it. "I'm such an 
animal I wish you could fuck me now. I've never said that to anyone before." 

"You know, baby, I think I believe that. And I wish I could, but I gotta go 
back to work now. I could come back tonight." Chuck Quinn was beaming inside 
that he had got this young beauty desiring him in spite of herself. 

"No. The mood will be gone." She rose from the bed and cupped her aching 
breasts. What she had been forced to do had started a raging fire in her. 
She felt fouled, defiled, depraved, and only being fucked remorselessly 
would quench it. And Chuck, whom she loathed but needed, was going away. 
"I'll make some lunch for us then you'd better go." She said a little sadly 
and left him and dressed again. 

* * * 

And from the heavy bushes beyond the open window of Ellen Manning's bedroom 
"I heard about dames crazy for suckin' cock, but I never believed it. Jim, 
it looks like ole Andy told you the truth after all!" 

"That ain't Andy in there," Jim said irritably as he lay flat on his belly 
in the middle of the group of five young boys peering through the tangled 
branches at the window which was like the screen of a porno movie at the 
moment. 

Mrs. Manning's head was bobbing up and down, the thick cock clamped tightly 
between eagerly sucking lips and they could hear the juicy slurping sounds 
mingled with the lust sighing and moaning of the heavy set man on the bed. 
He was lying relaxed, raised on his elbows, watching the woman, and it was 
obvious she wasn't being forced. With the precise way of thinking drummed 
into his head by the military school, Jim continued. "Andy didn't say she 
sucked his cock. He said he fucked her. I think maybe he did fuck her. I'd 
like to know where that mother-fucker is. He split early from his chores and 
when I find him, his ass is gonna be in a sling." 

"You told us that," Bob said. He was a brawny fifteen year old who played on 
the varsity football team. "Shit, lookin' at this is better'n lookin' for 
him." 

"You bet your ass," said Skip, who was on the gymnastics and wrestling teams 
and the champion contortionist of the school. Girls went out with him just 
to see if was true he could do it in all the positions which were advertised 
in graffiti around the town. He was only fifteen, but big for his age, 
nearly six feet tall. He was the one in the group whom Jim would not dare to 
anger. "I think we should fuck her too, don't you." 

"Yeah. Not yet," Jim cautioned. "Bustin up another cat's party isn't cool, 
and this has gotta be the best show in town. Relax and enjoy it. Our time 
will come. And since I turned you guys on to this deal, I go first." 

There was a muttered assent that was fair enough. None of them much cared 
for Jim, but he was eighteen and had steady use of his mother's station 
wagon. The rest of them were all fourteen or fifteen, which constituted a 
severe generation gap. They would not be with Jim now, except that he had 
come to the ice cream shop, looking for Andy, who was their own age. They 
liked Andy, although they considered him too square for the heavy scenes, 
like blowing grass which was so easily available in the area, or rolling 
queers, or getting high on wine and gang-banging the chick who was 
cheerleader for the junior high school. She was good fucking, except she'd 
never let you go all the way in her cunt because she was afraid of getting 
knocked up. No matter how well a guy thought he had her pinned down she'd 
manage to push him off and out when he was ready. But she'd grab it in her 
mouth and suck until your balls ached from being dry, and that was groovy! 
Andy had turned her down. An ass-hole!" 

Not one of the boys would have told Jim where Andy was even if they had 
known. They didn't like him that well. But Jim had given them this highly 
interesting story ad he had the car and they had nothing better to do than 
ride around and possibly pick up some girls. They had spent a lot of time 
going to places where Andy hung out, but he hadn't been seen. They hadn't 
headed for Mrs. Manning's house until last because Jim had been convinced 
Andy didn't have balls enough to split from his chores and go there after 
they'd had their talk. 

The answer, although it was now of no importance, was simple. Andy, overcome 
with shame and remorse at what he had revealed, had fled from his home on 
his bike into the foothills which separated the big suburban housing 
development from the isolated canyon which hid Mrs. Manning's home, until 
the steepness of the hills had made riding the bike impossible. Then he had 
hidden it in the brush and begun to walk, trying to find a quiet place where 
he could compose his thoughts and plan out some sort of explanation which he 
could give the woman he loved for the terrible thing he had done. 

* * * 

Chuck Quinn finished the lunch Ellen fixed and left, the ravished young 
divorcee went into the bathroom and showered until she felt cleansed. She 
took a longtime drying her lithe body and then stared at her naked image in 
the full-length mirror. Strangely, she could see no outward changes. Her 
face was as serene as ever, but perhaps there was a sensual pout to her full 
red lips which hadn't been there before or maybe they were only swollen from 
the rough invasion of Chuck Quinn's rampant penis. She realized she hadn't 
used a mouthwash, that she could still taste the rich semen he had spurted 
up between her gulping lips despite the meal she had eaten. She was amazed 
that the reminder of her humiliating encounter didn't bother her and thought 
she was perhaps in a state of shock. So many things had happened in the two 
days since she'd moved in her new home. 

She had shamelessly seduced a boy half her age, knowing it was a vile thing 
to do but unable to stop herself. She had wanted him so badly that she had 
taken his young cock into her mouth as a gesture of love. 

In the aftershock of realizing what she had done, she had been the aggressor 
in a lesbian encounter with her business partner. Reversing the role she had 
usually played in their rare contacts, she had voraciously eaten the younger 
girl's delicious cunt. 

And them, submitting to blackmail, she had fellated a man who was much older 
than herself and repulsive to her. Yet her own animal desires had taken over 
and she had, she must face it been an eager cocksucker when his lust-swollen 
penis was contorting her gulping lips. Cocksucker! The very word repelled 
her. She mouthed it at herself in the mirror and felt disgust more at the 
reflected image than the act, for she had to admit she wanted to do it 
again. Not to Chuck Quinn, but to sweet young Andy Rivers. 

The troubled young woman thought the only thing to do was see a doctor. She 
took a short robe from a hook and belted it tightly around her naked body. 
She thought of getting dressed again but was undecided. It might be better 
to take a very strong drink and go to bed. Perhaps a nap would ease her 
troubled mind. 

She went into the bedroom and saw the big, foam-rubber bed, still mussed 
from her encounter with Chuck. It brought back the vision of herself, her 
hair tossing as her head bobbed wildly, her mouth sliding voraciously up and 
down his rigid pole of cock-flesh. The bedclothes would have to be changed 
immediately. She set about pulling off the semen-stained sheets and 
coverlet, and quickly replaced them with fresh linen. She was about to draw 
the drapes and lie down when a loud knocking on the door interrupted her. 

"Oh, now what!" she said in exasperation, hurrying to the door, intending to 
send whomever it was away. She was puzzled to find five young boys standing 
there. The one who had been knocking looked like a slightly older version of 
Andy. He had the same sun-lightened long hair, the same bone structure to 
his face. But his eyes were cruel and his mouth had a sardonic grin. She 
said, "What do you want boys?" 

"You," the leader said. He pushed her aside and they piled through the door 
behind him, the last one securely locking it. "I'm Jim Rivers. You took 
advantage of my kid brother Andy. These are some of Andy's friends,. He 
waved a hand toward the others, all of whom were watching the exchange with 
lewd smiles of anticipation. Guy, Skip, Bob, "I don't know what you're 
talking about," Ellen managed to blurt out, although she was afraid her 
expressive face betrayed her. "Get out of here or I'll call the police!" 

"You won't call anybody, pretty lady," Jim said with the assurance of a 
street hood who knows the law as well as the cops. "You hired Andy to work 
for you and you wanted the work done in bed. Innocent kid that he is, he 
went for it." 

"He never told you anything like that. It's a he!" Fearfully Ellen tried to 
back away, but Jim grabbed her arm, pulled her close and with a single swift 
motion of his other hand yanked the belt from her robe. The garment fell 
wide open, baring her full, wide-set ripe breasts, the smooth plane of her 
belly, the soft golden triangle of her pussy hair with the pinkly glistening 
lips of her cunt peeking through. 

She moved to cover herself, but the muscular boy called Skip grasped her 
free hand and now he and Jim were holding her helpless between them, her 
trembling body wide open to the lascivious gazes of the entire group. 
Terrified, Ellen's eyes were drawn to their tight-fitting jeans. In each 
one, she saw the unmistakable thick bulging outline of a hard ready cock. 
They were going to rape her! No matter what she said or tried to do, they 
were all going to rape her. 

Oh, what a fool she had been with Andy! She should have known he would never 
be able to keep quiet about his conquest of an older woman. The knowledge of 
his betrayal hurt her deeply. She had thought he was so different from all 
the others, so hard working and ambitious and shy and polite. "Andy wouldn't 
say that! Never!" 

"He didn't mean to say it," Jim admitted. "I needled him so much he lost his 
head and blurted it out. Now he's gone and we can't find him. Maybe he's off 
someplace killing himself." 

"Oh, God, no!" She cried. She felt weak and would have fallen if the two 
strong young boys hadn't moved quickly to support her. "Oh, God, what have I 
done!" 

"I wouldn't sweat it, lady," Jim said. "I know Andy. He's so damn square 
he's probably off somewhere making up a speech so he can confess and ask you 
to forgive him. The young clown said he loved you." 

"What am I going to do?" cried out, slumping against them for support, no 
longer fighting. 

"Right now, you're gonna fuck," Jim jeered reaching to capture one ripe 
tender breast in his fingers, kneading the nipple to involuntary hardness 
with skilled fingers. "There's five of us, and that'll take care of the rest 
of your day. You know, young guys like us can go three or four times easy. 
You might have to take two at a time, because we got to be home in time for 
dinner or our folks will wonder why not, and the might come lookin'. " 

"Hooooooo!" Ellen sobbed. "I did wrong. I suppose this is my punishment. I 
can't fight all of you. I'll let you do what you want. But I can't possibly 
take more than one of you at a time. And leave me some dignity. Let me go 
into the bedroom and I'll get ready and you come in one at a time." 

"No way, lady," Jim said coldly. "We're in this together." 

"And we'll be in you together," Skip said, laughing wildly. "Come on guys. 
Let's fuck her." 

The frightened woman tried to pull free, but they overpowered her and 
roughly dragged her to the bedroom. Hands pinched and grabbed at her heaving 
breasts, and ran lewdly up between her thighs to finger her fearfully 
clenching pussy. She felt herself being roughly thrown belly-down on the 
bed.' "Please!" she cried out, her eyes blurred with gushing tears. "I told 
you I'll do it! But alone. With each of you! Alone! Give me that much!" 

"We'll give you all you can handle," Jim said. He quickly stripped off his 
shirt, then his jeans, and his young hard cock slapped obscenely against his 
muscular belly. Ellen cringed at the sight of it. He stroked his throbbing 
cock-shaft, drawing back the loose foreskin to reveal the bulbous, 
blood-engorged head. "You'll beg for it!" He laughed lewdly. "I'd like you 
to start begging right now. Tell me what you want me to do." 

"Animals!" She spat the word out. "You're animals! Go ahead! Rape me! And 
then go away!" 

This only brought laughter. Mean jeering laughter from the boys. They were 
all stripping their clothes off now, and shaking their erect cocks at her as 
she lay quivering helplessly on the bed. 

"You're gonna get it, Mrs. Manning, Jim said. "And you're gonna beg for it. 
The quicker you do, the quicker it's done. Fellas, hold her down and let's 
see how good she can beg!" 

Rough young hands grasped her shoulders, forcing her down hard on the bed. 
Despite the softness of the mattress her breasts were crushed down so 
mercilessly that they ached, and yet with the pain came arousal against her 
will. She could feel her nipples tautening and lengthening while her 
physical body responded to treatment which her mind and conscience rejected. 
She tried to squirm free, but knew immediately it was hopeless. 

There was nothing to do but submit, endure the ordeal which lay ahead and 
end it as quickly as possible. If begging would speed things up, what 
difference would a few words make? 

"Do it to me," she blurted. "Do it to me!" 

"Do what?" Jim's voice mocked her. He stood to her right, his swollen penis 
inches from her face. "Tell us just what you want us to do!" 

"Rape me," she whispered. 

"That's not the word. You know better." His tone mocked her, and he reached 
down to slide his searching fingers lewdly along her spine and down into the 
tight-clenched crevice of her ass-cheeks, a finger probing salaciously at 
the puckered rose of her anus. "Ask for what you really want!" 

He lifted his hand and brought the flat of his palm down in a stinging blow 
across her taut buttocks, causing her to cry out softly. 

"Screw me. All of you screw me!" 

Another slap. Strangely it didn't hurt. It tingled, and she felt a fiery 
surging in her loins as she wriggled her breasts down into the mattress, 
raising her buttocks up in lewd invitation. She looked up at the leering 
youths, her eyes wide, knowing the word they wanted to hear and realizing 
that in time she must say it. 

"Fuck me," she whispered. She raised her tear-streaked face and looked from 
one to another, their ready cocks filling her fearful gaze. She knew what 
was going to happen, and she felt a surge of excitement. She was helpless. 
They would ravish her, perhaps repeatedly, and she could only submit. "Oh, 
fuck me! All of you fuck me!" 

"That's better," Jim said. "Raise up on your knees." 

Ellen didn't understand what the lusting youth had in mind. She expected 
they would want her to lie on her back so they could mount her. Jim read the 
confusion in her eyes and moved around, kneeling on the bed behind her. Then 
with strong sure hands he grasped her trembling hips and jerked her up to 
her knees, spreading her legs wide. His fingers probed the vee of her 
quivering cunt and played with her upturned ass-cheeks. She shivered at his 
touch, wanting to pull away but at the same time feeling a surge of desire 
for him to continue, looking helplessly at the other boys who were slowly 
stroking their rampant cocks as they enjoyed the unfolding drama. 

"A pretty pussy like yours should get kissed a little first," the boy said. 
"You like getting your cunt eaten, don't you, Mrs. Manning?" 

"Oh, my God!" Ellen murmured. The humiliated young divorcee writhed, trying 
again to escape, but his hands were too strong as they held her hips, 
fingers digging hard into the sensitive flesh of her up-thrust buttocks. She 
thought of how Kay's tongue felt when it laved her cunt, how the juices ran 
from her and she knew that it would be easier if she was made ready for her 
ordeal, by whatever means. And she had no choice. She gasped, "If you want 
to, I can't stop you!" 

Subconsciously she did try to prevent it, straining to bring her splayed 
legs together, clenching the strong young muscles of her beautifully-rounded 
ass-cheeks. She felt Jim's lewdly prodding fingers probing insistently at 
the tight crease of her buttocks and she moaned softly as she felt the hot 
rubbery tip of Jim's inflated penis investigating the narrow hair-fringed 
slit her pussy. Her hips churned in a futile attempt to escape the ruthless 
clasp of his hands as she felt him move closer behind her, the head of his 
penis insinuating itself along the spreading flesh of her inner thighs. 

"Kneel up higher, damn you!" he said curtly. Bitter tears flowed from her 
tightly closed eyes as she felt her defenseless body yanked roughly upward. 
She had a vision of hew depraved she must look, on knees and elbows, her 
body writhing under the boy's touch. "Get your fucking ass up!" 

Abruptly all the resistance left Ellen. She knew that this ordeal wouldn't 
end until each of them had filled her trembling belly with their rigidly 
excited cocks and spurted their hot sticky sperm far up into her naked cunt. 
And how many times would she have to endure the endless rape? She believed 
what Jim said they were young and virile and each would be capable of using 
her repeatedly. 

Poised above and behind her, Jim gazed at the full white half-moons of her 
buttocks, now spread wide in defenseless offering. 

"You really gonna eat it?" Skip said as the others moved close to gaze at 
the quaking body and the wetly pulsing pussy of their voluptuous captive. He 
stroked his cock in anticipation. "She looks ready to fuck now!" 

"They fuck a lot hotter if you wet 'em up a little first," said Jim 
knowledgeably. It irked him to think that his kid brother had gotten into 
this hot little cunt first, but he would really show her how to fuck! He'd 
get her so hot with his tongue she'd be groaning and begging him to ram his 
burgeoning thick cock up into her tight little pussy-slit and fill her belly 
so deep she'd taste it in her pretty mouth. That was the second place he'd 
put it. 

After he'd cum once and was hard again, he'd ram it down her throat and let 
her suck on it for an hour or so. Suck it until her lips were swollen and 
jaw ached. She seemed to like sucking enough! He'd show these kids how it 
was done and make sure they went to Andy first thing to tell him how much 
his girl friend went for it! "And this here is eatin' pussy if ever there 
was any!" he announced lasciviously. 

He decided to tease her a little, running the bulbous head of his rampant 
cock tantalizingly up and down the full length of the palpitating slit that 
he could see was becoming dilated with the young widow's rising excitement. 
The other boys were no longer holding her down, she was obviously resigned 
to what was going to happen to her. And just about ready too, he thought, as 
he felt the lubricating moisture of her cunt warm on the head of his lightly 
probing penis. With the tip shoved against the kneeling girl's clenching 
ass-cheeks, Jim leaned low over her and began to kiss her along the ridge of 
her spine, his tongue making little fluttering motions. 

The beautiful young woman reciprocated with soft moaning sounds, as against 
her will she undulated her hips, opening her body wider to her teenage 
tormentor. His hot darting tongue worked gradually down to the crease of her 
buttocks, then moved snake-like between her gyrating ass-cheeks. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned at the touch of his tongue on her puckered ass. 

Then his thumbs were between her flexing ass-cheeks, drawing them apart 
despite her straining muscles as Jim slid down on the bed until his face was 
directly behind the soft hair which fringed his victim's now 
wantonly-throbbing cunt. Slowly his fingers parted the fleshy folds until he 
could see the coral-hued inner pussy-lips and the droplets of dew which were 
beginning to flow copiously. His touch now was almost gentle, as Ellen's 
body began to betray her in earnest. 

Licking his lips, the youth brought his mouth close to Ellen's spreading 
cunt, the sweet aroma of it filling his flaring nostrils while her 
love-secretions gleamed on the smooth sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. 
He drew a deep breath and slowly blew into the flowering flanges of her 
trembling young pussy. 

Ellen quivered as a faint moan escaped her partly open lips, involuntarily 
spreading her legs even wider and hunching back in search of his salacious 
ministrations. Wisps of forbidden pleasure began to course through her 
lewdly positioned body and she looked around to see the naked boys with 
their iron-hard young penises ready to take their pleasure with her and all 
she could think of was, Why don't they start! 

Abruptly Jim brought his face forward, his open mouth gluing itself to her 
pulsingly opened cunt. Ellen squirmed and moaned at the sudden hot contact 
and ground her hips back to meet the seeking tongue. Instantly it plunged 
far up into the tight wet passage of her cunt and she was unable to repress 
a gasp of pleasure, a pleasure which instantly overcame the mortification 
she had been feeling only moments before. No longer caring, she heard the 
knowing snickers of the boys who realized her total mental surrender had 
come. She screwed her undulating ass-cheeks back at their leader's face, 
feeling her genitals begin to expand and contract under the maddening oral 
caress, and each time the obscenely skewering tongue probed even deeper up 
into her cuntal passage, her cunt muscles closed on it eagerly. Then the 
fluttering tip of Jim's tongue found the hard button of her clitoris and 
Ellen groaned in sudden ecstasy at the delight which was flowing from her 
ravaged pussy to fill her entire nakedly squirming body. 

Knowing she was totally his now, Jim continued to work his tongue and mouth 
around the helplessly kneeling Ellen's cunt and wide-stretched ass-cheeks, 
plunging his tongue mesmerically in and out of her writhing body. She was 
flowing richly now, filling his mouth with her delicious love-juices, crying 
out softly, then moaning gutturally when his tongue found her throbbing 
clitoris and sluiced around it while his lips sucked at the sensitive bud. 
He burrowed his face hard into her open cunt as her buttocks waved lewdly up 
at him. 

"Oooooohhhhhh ... it feels so gooooooood," she groaned in near delirium, 
body and mind completely lost now in the mounting waves of sensual pleasure 
spreading through her loins. She knew her ass-cheeks were expanding and 
contracting around his young laving face, knew that others were watching her 
turn into an erotically demented animal, and she was no longer able to care. 
Her cunt flowered wide and its fluids ran copiously to glisten on Jim's face 
and over her heaving loins and down the cream-white insides of her thighs. 

"You're coming to make me cum!" she cried out. "Oooooh! Don's stop! Keep 
licking me, please!" 

Her buttocks were grinding wildly now, and Jim decided he had made the young 
divorcee more than ready for his eagerly erect cock. He had to fuck her 
quickly, or he'd cum himself just from the excitement of tasting her hotly 
clasping pussy. 

Abruptly he drew back and knelt close behind her, peeling the thick foreskin 
back over the bulging head of his penis, stroking it lovingly. He was 
tingling in every nerve of his young muscular body; he had to plunge his 
turgid staff up into the hot warmth of her trembling belly now! He 
positioned the rubbery soft head of his cock at her wide-open cunt and heard 
the young widow moan in excitement and anticipation. His gaze locked on the 
beautifully curved contours of her body and he feasted his eyes on the 
smooth roundness of her buttocks as they awaited his lewd impalement. Her 
widely parted thighs quivered as he drew up close behind her, aiming his 
cock at the moistly gaping vagina with its frame of soft curls. 

He thought of Andy fucking her, and was determined that he would do it 
better and longer and harder, screw her so thoroughly she'd never even think 
of making it with his kid brother again! But he'd have to get into her 
quickly! His iron-hard penis and balls were aching almost uncontrollably, as 
he moved tighter against her wantonly squirming buttocks and pressed the 
head against the lubricated opening to her vagina. The other boys were 
bending close, waiting to see the moment when he would impale her on his 
formidable weapon. 

Ellen was moaning with abandoned desire, tilting her perfectly contoured 
ass-cheeks up, almost ready to scream with the need of having him ram 
himself deep into her ready love-craving pussy. Already she missed his hot 
tongue tormenting her sensitive flesh; her cunt felt empty, a burning cavern 
between her juice-slick thighs. If only he'd kept licking her just a few 
minutes longer! She would have cum wildly and been able to endure all the 
rest of what lay ahead of her! She raised her head and her wide dark eyes 
fixed on the leering boys with their tauntingly erect penises. 

Why was Jim torturing her like this? They had humiliated her, now they were 
torturing her when all she wanted was a big thick cock rammed deep up into 
her desire-wracked cunt! Again she ground her trembling buttocks back, 
mutely pleading to be filled with the belly-satisfying length of him. 

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "For God's sake, fuck me! Don't leave me like this!" 

"Hey, you really want it, baby," Skip said, waving his own thick cock close 
to her passion-contorted face. "Well, you'll get it, and plenty!" 

"like now!" Jim said with a lewd laugh. His hands grasped her hips and held 
her tight, pulling her back toward him. "Here it comes!" 

"Ooooooooooooh!" the writhing Ellen moaned as she felt the bloated, 
mushroom-shaped head penetrate the tightly clenched entry of her steaming 
cuntal passage. Her firmly rounded body shook as the throbbing cock-head 
began to push her inner vaginal flesh before it in great rippling waves. She 
waved her buttocks shamelessly, urging the young boy to go deeper and at 
once she felt her thighs and ass-cheeks being spread wider by his heedless 
penetration up into her hotly receptive pussy. It felt like a red-hot bar of 
steel was being shoved deep inside her and she arched her spine and screwed 
herself back onto its impaling thickness frantically. He lunged forward then 
and she felt his sperm-bloated balls smack hard against the tingling bud of 
her clitoris. His ramrod cock buried to its full depth in her clutching 
cunt, Jim paused, then drew back teasingly until only the swelling head 
remained inside her, then he rammed forward violently, so that the tip of 
his burgeoning glans smacked against her cervix. She opened her mouth wide 
and cried, "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhh!! ! Yes! Yessssss!! ! " 

The excited teenager flexed his embedded cock inside her, bringing a moan of 
pleasure as the other woman felt it expand, stretching her staining cunt 
even farther and she rose from elbows to hands to more easily grind back 
against him as he began a steady, deep in-and-out stroking. 

She arched her back and raised her head to toss her mane of tawny-hued hair 
as her lips drew back in wild passion and her nostrils flared. She thought 
of what a lewd spectacle she must seem to the other boys and began to take a 
perverse pleasure in it. This was what she had wanted for so long! For so 
many years she had denied her own sensual nature, and how she might well be 
forgiven for surrendering so completely, reveling in what was happening to 
her. How many times would they use her? Would two of them really do it to 
her at once? How could they accomplish that? 

"Ooooh, you fuck nice, pretty Mrs. Manning!" Jim grunted as he sent the hot, 
hard length of his shaft smashing up into her passionately trembling belly 
again and again. "We're gonna have a hell of a party!" 

The room became filled with the lewd squishing sounds of their 
wildly-coupling bodies, their raged breathing, and the excited panting of 
the boys who were awaiting their turns with her. The lust-demented brunette 
writhed wildly with the jack-hammering impalement of the rampant young penis 
as it plunged deep up into her moistly clutching cuntal passage, her 
interior muscles grasping eagerly at the thick cudgel as with each outward 
stroke, the gleaming pussy-flesh wrapped tightly around the length of his 
pummeling cock while her pelvis immediately thrashed and bucked back at him. 
The lips of her greedy vagina were voraciously consuming him and the obscene 
sight before him and the wild internal sensations drove young Jim almost 
mad. 

She was crying out incoherently now, fucking as she had never done it 
before, even with Andy. Straining back as the older boy ground his athletic 
young body hard against her writhing buttocks, hungry to absorb every bit of 
him, thrilling each time the heavy sperm-bloated sac of his balls came into 
tantalizing contact with her clitoris. The kneeling woman moaned ceaselessly 
under the debasing assault, her smooth round buttocks undulating lewdly as 
her aroused cunt gulped eagerly at the pulsating length of his cock-shaft. 

The pure physical sensation, coupled with the erotic visions of what the 
obscenely coupled pair must look like, overwhelmed her. Her eyes blurred and 
it seemed suddenly like a volcano was going to erupt in her quaking loins as 
every muscle in her body strained in total wanton sexual abandon. She no 
longer cared what happened to her as long as these teenage boys would quench 
the inexhaustible fire raging between her legs, the fire which had smoldered 
untended for so long. 

"I'm cumming!" Ellen cried out. "Oooooooh ... do it harder! Fuck me! Fuck me 
harder! Noooooo ww ww ww ww ww!! ! ! " 

The panting Jim needed no encouragement. She was matching his every move as 
his throbbing cock split her responding cunt in ever-increasing tempo and 
his balls slapped rousingly against the wet mass of her pubic hair. Ellen 
felt her body let go, surrender its juices in a great gushing flow that 
spurted around the thick milking cunt. She felt the hot wetness run down her 
wide-splayed thighs, making them slick so they shone in the afternoon light 
before the boy's lascivious gaze. 

He was drilling into her harder and faster, and the successive waves of her 
orgasm were becoming wilder and wilder, more than she had ever believed 
possible. The hot air of the bedroom was filled with her incoherent groans 
of ecstasy, the ragged sounds of the fucking couple's breathing, and the wet 
sucking sounds which accompanied his thrusting and withdrawing as she bucked 
back to get even more of his plunging cock into her loved-starved young 
body. 

"Cum in me! Cum in me!" she cried out. "cum with me!" 

"Yeah, cum in her!" one of the boys said with a lewd laugh. "You gonna fuck 
her all day, or let us have our turn?" 

"You'll get yours," Jim grunted, hammering as deep as he could up into her 
hotly squirming body. "Okay, Mrs. Manning, here it comes! I'm gonna really 
fill your belly!" 

She felt his cock suddenly get longer and harder, flexing inside her 
clutching cunt and she clenched her body, her interior muscles sucking, 
milking him as she churned her ass-cheeks wildly against him, beginning to 
build to another sweeping climax. A great wave seemed to crash over her 
straining, perspiring body as his hands dug hard into her hips, pulling her 
tight to him. 

She felt him jerk, and then the frenzied pistoning of his cock in her as it 
began to spurt roiling sticky sperm far up into her cunt, sluicing through 
the depths of her reciprocally spasming vagina. He was battering the 
quivering cheeks of her up-thrust buttocks mercilessly now, fucking deep 
into her loins as the sperm flooded from him in great surging jets. At last, 
he fell forward across her arching back, suddenly weak, his weight slamming 
her down on the bouncing surface of the bed. 

Ellen lay under him, feeling his cock gradually soften as their bodies 
trembled in unison, clenching her buttocks and thighs together, wanting to 
hold him in her as long as possible. She knew she should feel defiled, but 
somehow she didn't. The satiated brunette only wished it could have been 
Andy. This boy Jim had fucked her beautifully, but there had been no love in 
it. And, although she now faced the fact that she needed sex in an 
overwhelming way, the young divorcee needed love also. 

Andy, she knew, loved her. With him it had been so tender and beautiful, 
even though it had led to this. This and the disgusting encounter with that 
man, Chuck Quinn. 

Jim, his penis soft and shrunken now, pulled his weight off her. She felt 
totally exhausted as slowly she raised her head. The other boys, their eyes 
bright with anticipation, their young cocks thick and hard and ready, 
surrounded the bed. 

"Who's next?" Jim said with a grin, shaking a droplet of thick whitish cum 
from the end of his penis. "You wanta flip for it?" 

"I'm the oldest and I can whip all your asses," Skip said. "So I go. Get up 
on your knees again, sweetie!" 

"Please!" She whispered the words. "My legs are so tired and I just can't do 
it that way again." 

She rolled on her back and stretched out, opening her long, cum-glistening 
legs in abandoned invitation. Her eyes pleaded with the husky boy called 
Skip. 

"Yeah ... you could be pooped," he said thoughtfully. "That was quite a fuck 
you threw." He grinned at the other, younger boys. "All right, one of you 
guys climb on and fuck her. I want her-from behind. I can wait." 

One of the younger of the boys quickly climbed up on the bed and straddled 
her and clumsily began fucking her as she lay unmoving there beneath him. 

Mercifully, he was inexperienced and overexcited. By now, Ellen's body was 
finely tuned to the needs of the male body. Her legs clamped him tight and 
her cuntal muscles tugged at his rigidly straining young penis. He was not 
nearly as large as Jim had been. Hardly more than a boy. She could feel him 
moving in the depths of her loins, and it was a pleasant sensation, but she 
knew she would not be able to cum with him. And although her body still 
tingled from the wild pleasure Jim's cock had given her, she wanted to 
experience another orgasm. 

It was almost restful, having him on top of her, rather than having to keep 
her buttocks high in the air, obscenely postured on hands and widespread 
knees. He was panting in her ear, his clumsy hands kneading her throbbing 
breasts, in a matter of minutes she felt him shooting his sperm up into her 
clutching cunt. She squeezed the youngster tight between her hot thighs 
until his penis was so small it slipped from the hotly clasping lips of her 
vagina. 

Almost as if to say "It's all right, you'll do better when you're older," 
she patted him on the back as he clumsily rose from between her legs, 
exhausted. 

"Oh, wow!" he said in an almost reverent tone, looking to the other boys as 
if for applause. 

They laughed at him, and the young woman suddenly felt sorry for the 
freckle-faced youngster. She was aware of his embarrassment, and for some 
inexplicable reason, she wished she could whisper to him that it was all 
right, that he could come to her alone some time and she would teach him. 
But she said nothing. Instead, she stretched, cat-like, and wet her lips 
seductively, boldly looking them in the eyes. 

"Who's next?" she said as she squirmed on the bed, legs splaying wide, her 
cunt gleaming with a mingling of their cum and her own love-juices. "I'm 
ready whoever you are." 

The thin, dark-haired boy called Fred decided to take his turn. Ellen had 
not taken much note of the boy because he was the least prepossessing of the 
five, bony almost to the point of emaciation. Now, as he got on the bed, she 
noticed for the first time the size of his cock. It was out of all 
proportion to the rest of his body. It was nearly as big as Chuck Quinn's. 
She thought it might split her apart, but no, she was so full of cum that 
her aching cunt should be able to absorb it. It would fill her to bursting, 
rip into her belly, but she could take it. She had to take it! If she 
fought, she was sure they would hold her down while the skinny youth vented 
his lust on her. 

"Get on top of me, Mrs. Manning," he said. "I want to play with those 
beautiful tits of yours while we fuck." 

Ellen wanted to say she had never done it in that position, didn't really 
know how, but a long look at his face dissuaded her. He might be young, but 
there was evil in his eyes and she was sure that if she protested, he would 
hit her, hurt her. She would just have to learn. Slowly she rose to her 
knees, then straddled him as he held his thick young penis upright, the tip 
searching for the narrowly glistening slit of her well-lubricated cunt. 

Slowly she lowered her body. She felt the swollen bulbous head probing at 
her wet vaginal lips, the boy squirming in uncontrolled lust beneath her 
lowering ass-cheeks, the tips of his urgent cock sliding along the 
receptively opening mouth of her pussy, as she began to tremble in 
anticipation. Her thighs clenched momentarily and she tried to relax, 
thinking of how it would feel when she sank down on the lust-distended shaft 
and it filled her fiery vaginal passage so fully. 

"Help me get it in, damn it!" the boy ordered curtly. "Take it in your hand 
and put it in!" 

She felt herself blush at the crudeness of his words, but didn't think of 
disobeying. She reached below her pulsing cunt and grasped him, her fingers 
unable to close around the thickness of his obscenely up-thrust cock. 

With delicate fingers she drew the foreskin back until she could feel the 
exposed rubbery head prodding at the widening lips of her cunt, holding it 
steady as she moved her buttocks lower, feeling it parting the shivering 
cuntal lips. 

Beneath her, the thin boy gasped as he felt himself being guided to the 
opening of her feverishly hot loins, into her velvety cuntal softness. Ellen 
dropped her ass-cheeks lower and felt the swollen head pop through the tight 
distended opening. She flexed her muscles, measuring its girth and gasped 
softly in wanton appreciation. 

"That's good, now slide down the pole," Fred told her, grinning obscenely. 
He slapped her buttocks sharply. "Grind your ass!" 

Feeling his rigidly insistent first penetration, the young divorcee wanted 
more of it and, undulating her hips, supporting herself on hands and knees, 
she swayed from side to side, feeling the hard young cock moving up inside 
her, pushing ripples of her hungry cuntal flesh ahead of it. She looked down 
and saw his burgeoning cock-shaft sticking tantalizingly out of the 
clutching, hair-fringed lips of her cunt. 

Suddenly she felt completely wanton. Her lips pursed as she swayed, feeling 
his teenage cock moving inside her, she let her weight fall of him while at 
the same instant, he thrust his pelvis upward grabbing her clenching 
ass-cheeks in bony fingers, pinching cruelly. He surged far up into her 
loins, the swollen head of his cock plunging against the very wall of her 
womb as his balls smacked hard against her exposed anus. 

"Oohhhh!" she cried out, and began to grind her hips over him, feeling the 
hardness of his pubic bone rubbing enticingly against her clitoris. She 
began to rise and fall over him, her head back, hair tossing in feathery 
abandon, as his cock ripped in and out of her hungry cunt. His hands came up 
to grasp her bouncing breasts, kneading them, fingers squeezing the rising 
nipples as she labored over him like a woman gone mad, reveling in the 
sensations that the rock-hard penis was bringing to her, and she panted, 
"Good! Good! Oh his feels so gooooooooood...! " 

Her buttocks swung wildly from side to side, then in a circular motion as 
she relentlessly drove herself up and down the up-thrust rod of flesh upon 
which she was impaled. She knew it was unspeakably lewd and wanton to be 
doing something like this, particularly with four other young boys looking 
on, but she no longer cared. 

She cared for nothing but the cock inside her, the way it rammed through her 
rippling flesh, stretching her terribly, hurting but still feeling so 
wonderful to her sex-starved body. In her moment of total abandon, she knew 
that she would help these young boys do anything they wanted with her. Later 
she might regret it but for now it was her entire life! She fucked madly, 
sobbing, crying out incoherent phrases as she yielded to her body's rampant 
lust. Her breasts ached from the pressure of Fred's fingers and she lowered 
her head so she could watch his thick glistening cock skewering her 
enthusiastically working cunt. And then it was happening again. The great 
orgasmic tide swept over her and she groaned helplessly and reached behind 
her, around her churning ass-cheeks, to find his balls and squeeze them 
urgently. 

"Cum! Cum with me. Now! Now! Fill me!" 

"Yeah!" he responded uncontrollably and began to ram himself upward in time 
to the thrashing rhythm which she had set, feeling her pussy clutching at 
the entire length of his penis. It was like being milked by a thousand 
little fingers as her hotly contracting cuntal passage grasped him and he 
saw his cock, wet and glistening, pistoning in and out of her, drawing the 
pink flesh with it as the flowering mouth began to ooze her cum over him, 
covering his loins and his balls and the feminine hand which caressed them. 

His cock began to throb and thicken, and then, urged on by the young woman's 
dancing fingers, his balls spurted their great load of white-hot sperm 
upward in great jets that flooded her greedily coaxing belly while he jerked 
himself up into her hard as she mashed her gulping cunt down on him, still 
almost unconscious with her soul-liberating completion. "Oh, baby! I'm 
cumming!" 

Exhausted again, she collapsed on top of him, her ass-cheeks flexing with 
the declining spasms of her orgasm, her hair a wild tawny mass covering his 
face, her breasts yielding and full against his skinny chest. Her cunt was 
still clutching at him, her body hot and slick with mingled cum and 
perspiration. 

She lay on him a long time, gathering her strength until finally she raised 
herself, swinging a long shapely leg over his drained body. As his softening 
cock slipped from the sucking lips of her pussy with a liquid squishing 
sound, a lewdly thickening string of hot whitish cum linked the end of his 
penis to it and the golden mass of pubic hair was translucent with their 
mingled juices. Her entire body was flushed from her exertions. Every part 
of her flesh tingled. She wanted more, more. 

MORE! Eyes glazed, she looked around to see which of the two remaining boys 
it would be Skip or the one called Bob. 

"Fuck me," she mumbled. "Somebody fuck me. Please!" 

"Jesus lady, you're hotter than anything I ever run into," said Jim. He 
stroked his penis and grinned. "You wait a little, you can have some more of 
this, pretty lady." 

As if drugged, she nodded her head, reaching between her legs to feel the 
hot, still craning wetness there. The lips of her pussy were swollen and 
tender, yet her cunt ached with an increasing throbbing need to be filled. 
Lying on her back, she slowly drew her long legs up until her knees framed 
her face and spread herself wide for them, not caring which one it would be. 
Skip stood over her, stroking the thick rod of flesh that extended from his 
body like a tree trunk thoughtfully. Then he said, "Get up on your knees 
again." 

Ellen, inflamed with lust, hastened to comply, squirming around until she 
was on widespread knees and elbows again, her swollen cunt flexing in 
anticipation of absorbing yet another youth's turgidly rampant penis. 

"Couple of you guys hold her down she may not like this," Skip said 
gleefully as he got on the bed behind her. "I'm gonna fuck her in the ass! 
That's the tightest and hottest place of all!" 

"No!" she cried, frightened now, "Good God, don't do something like that to 
me!" 

"It only hurts for a little while so they tell me," Skip retorted. "Hold 
her, you guys!" 

Ellen tried to pull away, but they were too quick for her. Jim's muscular 
young arms encircled her shoulders and Bob, the football player, caught her 
wrists and pinned them behind her back, leaning his weight on her until her 
breasts ached from being pressed into the mattress. Her legs flailed as she 
struggled helplessly against their superior strength and weight. Then she 
felt Skip's hands pulling her buttocks back up, his legs pressing her knees 
apart until her defenseless ass-cheeks were spread wide. She instinctively 
clenched her sphincter muscles tight, fearing the ultimate pain and 
humiliation. 

"Oh, no, no, no!" the helpless girl pleaded, her words muffled by the bed 
into which her face was pressed. "Oh, please. Fuck me! Just fuck me! Not 
there!" 

"I'm gonna fuck you," Skip said with a chuckle. "I'm gonna fuck your 
beautiful ass!" 

Ellen groaned as she felt him moving behind her, bending over her captive 
body. The boy began to stroke her, sliding his hands over the rich curves of 
her trembling hips, dancing his fingers lewdly over her belly and through 
the matted triangle of her pubic hair to tease her still aroused clitoris. 
Then she felt his lips and tongue on her back, licking and kissing, and in 
spite of the ordeal which she had been promised, she found herself 
responding to the tantalizing oral caresses. 

She groaned and began to move her buttocks, hoping and praying he would 
become interested in her well-used cunt and forget his original purpose. But 
his tongue flicked down into the crack of her ass-cheeks and she trembled, 
feeling his thumbs spreading her buttocks wide. Then the searing tip of his 
tongue speared out to touch the tight hole rose of her ass, circling it, 
flickering like a snake's tongue, and she gasped. It was a sensation she had 
never before experienced, and despite herself she found it highly exciting. 
She moaned softly and wriggled her breasts down into the bed as his face 
burrowed between her widespread ass-cheeks. Then his lewdly searching tongue 
penetrated the tight rubbery sphincter and slid up into her ass. Her body 
betrayed her completely, and began to respond with little humping movements. 
It was vile! Obscene! She knew it, but couldn't help herself. 

Abruptly, the tongue withdrew, and she could feel a finger probing at her. 
She worked her head free from under Jim's weight and twisted around. He was 
going to put his finger into her! Her sobbing plea was muffled by the bed, 
and she felt his finger press past the tightly constricted guardian muscle 
as far as the first joint. It hurt, and she felt tears begin to stream hotly 
down her flushed cheeks again. She could never live with something like 
this! Raped in her virginal rectum! 

She tried to cringe away from the unnatural impalement, but two strong boys 
held her immobile. Skip moved his finger in a small circle, and gradually 
the pain began to give way to a perverted sensation of pleasure as she 
relazed a little, beginning to move her buttocks in rhythm, hardly aware 
that the finger was now sinking deeper and deeper up into her. The obscene 
intrusion was actually beginning to feel good! 

Skip rammed the finger all the way up inside her, so the flat of his palm 
slapped against her defenseless ass-cheeks, and she cried out softly. But 
still she moved in time with it, beginning to gyrate her hips as it sawed in 
and out. Then a second finger rammed in beside it and she did cry out as the 
fingers wormed and twisted, stretching her rectum cruelly. The young 
divorcee had no choice but to submit, and what's more, she was liking it! 
Gradually the pain went away, to be replaced by a pleasurable sensation and 
she began to moan softly in rising excitement. 

Then Skip abruptly pulled his fingers out, the tight ring of her anus 
clutching at them as they popped free. The young athlete grasped her firmly 
quivering hips and she felt the head of his thick rigid cock probing at the 
lips of her pussy. This is what he really wants, she thought with a sign of 
relief. He" had just been playing an obscene joke on her up to now. 

She wriggled her body in invitation, wanting him to fill her still eager 
cunt. She was rewarded by feeling the turgid cock sliding slowly up and down 
the gaping pussy-slit, becoming wet. And then it was penetrating her cunt, 
slowly, spreading her vaginal passage wide in a delicious soothing way. She 
signed in pleasure as she felt him surge deep up into her belly, thick and 
hard as steel. But her pleasure turned to alarm again as, after a few deep 
plunges, he withdrew, the lips of her cunt clutching hungrily at him. His 
hands went to her buttocks, stretching the firm half-moons painfully apart, 
and then she felt the swelling head of his cock pressing against the 
still-stretched circle of her ass! She trembled in fear at the naked 
contact. It would never fit! It was impossible! She would be split to her 
quaking belly! The terrified girl could feel the boy's hairy loins and his 
cock poised at her obscenely upturned ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, God, no!" she cried. "Not like that! I'll suck you. I'll do anything 
but this!" 

And then it was too late as the tight ring of her ass-hole gave way under 
the unrelenting pressure exerted by the boy's hips. She groaned in pain as 
the bulbous head popped inside her, stretching her rectal flesh intolerably, 
slowly invading her sensitive nether regions. She moaned in agony as it sank 
relentlessly deeper and deeper up into her anal passage, pushing the tender 
virginal tissues ahead of it. 

"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, writhing in a futile attempt to ease the pain. 
But her movements only served to help the boy sodomize her until, with a 
final lunge he buried himself to the hilt in her quivering rectum, her 
ass-cheeks spread obscenely wide, and his balls smacked against her flexing 
pussy. She felt the cock jerk and flex deep in her ass and sobbed, "You're 
hurting me!" 

"Relax, it'll feel good in a minute," Skip said with a chuckle. "You'll 
stretch. Fellas, let her get up on her elbows so she can move when I start 
fuckin'. " 

Jim and Bob released their tight hold on her, but for a long minute Ellen 
lay without moving, afraid that any movement would only increase the agony 
she felt in her rectum. 

Then, as her body slowly adapted to the obscene intrusion, she lifted 
herself slightly. That was better, being able to raise her head and torso. 
But she still felt terribly impaled, although the boy was right, the pain 
was diminishing. Skip flexed his muscular young cock, felt her tremble. 
Damn, this was the way to set them up, he thought. Fuck them in the ass 
first, after that, they'll do anything for a guy! He began to move his 
hard-muscled body in little circles, not pulling in or out of the 
defenseless woman yet, but trying to stretch her, to force her to relax and 
respond. Ellen had never dreamed of anything like this happening to her. She 
raised her lovely face and silently pleaded with the other boys to make Skip 
stop this obscene outrage, but she found only sardonic grins. She would 
simply have to endure it. And it was becoming endurable. 

Her invaded rectum could only resist so long, after that it had to relax and 
accept the relentless pole of flesh buried in it. She found herself 
beginning to move with the boy, rotating her hips in time to his movements. 
He was entirely inside her, flexing himself; then his hands grasped her hips 
anew and he withdrew slightly, causing her to gasp. Again he jerked her 
buttocks back hard against him and rammed all the way into her once more. 
She cried out, but at the same time her back arched and her buttocks humped 
back, just as they had when Jim fucked her cunt from behind. 

"That's it baby, relax and move it," Skip said. "Once you get used to it, 
you'll dig ass-fuckin', Mrs. Manning. Now, screw yourself back on my cock!" 

Despising herself, but thinking that if she did what he suggested, it would 
hurt less, Ellen swiveled her buttocks and thrust back at the boy. It still 
felt unnatural, but the pain had almost ceased and she grunted with every 
straining movement as she rocked slowly back and forth on hands and knees, a 
strange warmth and excitement beginning to suffuse her body. She lifted her 
head and looked back into his young face. He had a dreamy expression on his 
lips, his eyes fixed on his cock as it slid slowly in and out of her tightly 
clutching ass, drawing pink flesh with it on the out-stroke, then driving it 
back up into the depths of her body as she humped her swaying buttocks back 
at him for the in-stroke. 

"You're gettin' good," he said. "Now we'll do it together." 

He grasped her churning hips firmly and began to fuck deep into her ass. 
Ellen writhed and moaned, grinding her ass-cheeks at him with increasing 
ferocity, feeling his heavy balls smacking into the taut-spread cheeks of 
her buttocks while increasing waves of pleasurable sensation began to spread 
through her sodomized rectum. 

She strained, clamping her anus tight around the searingly invading cock, 
wanting it all now. In a matter of minutes she was giving herself as wildly 
as she had with Jim and Fred. Though she told herself it was a vile, 
obscene, unnatural thing, it was feeling better every minute and she wanted 
him inside her deeper and harder and bigger! 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she moaned, her mantle of pale hair tossing wildly with 
the gyrations of her body. "Harder! Harder! Fill me with your cock!" 

Abruptly Skip stopped his driving assault on her ass, holding her immobile 
and looking at the others. He winked lewdly. 

"The lady wants to be filled with cock. Bob, you haven't had any yet. 
Suppose you fix her up!" 

"What're you talking about?" Ellen blurted, even as she screwed herself back 
hard against him, wanting to feel his rigid penis to its full depths again. 
"Take care of me!" 

"We're gonna take fuckin' good care of you, Mrs. Manning," Skip said with a 
lewd laugh. 

He grasped her body and rolled on the big bed until he was on his back and 
she was lying on top of him, legs spread wide, his penis still buried to the 
hilt in her nether passage. "We're gonna make a sandwich of you. Bob, get on 
top and get it in her. The way she fucks, she can take two cocks at once 
easy." 

"Oh, God, no!" She protested, flailing her legs, trying to escape the 
powerful teenager's grip. She realized what they intended to do, and it had 
to be impossible! She couldn't possibly have two cocks in her at once, 
filling both her pussy and her ass. It couldn't be done. "I can't do it!" 

"Sure you can," said the boy called Bob as, peeling the foreskin of his 
turgidly thick cock back, he climbed between her splayed legs and aimed the 
bulbous cock-head at her defenseless cum soaked cunt. "Once we're both in 
you, you'll never be satisfied with one cock at a time again." 

"Oh, no, no!" the helpless girl pleaded. "I'll do anything. I'll take you in 
my mouth. I'll suck you! I know how to suck!" 

"You gotta learn how to fuck with your pussy and ass at once, lady," Skip 
said. He grabbed her flailing legs and pulled them toward her chest, 
exposing her defenseless cunt as his friend climbed eagerly over her 
trembling body. 

Her knees were jammed against her heaving breasts, almost crushing them, and 
her cunt was open and entirely vulnerable as the other boy mounted her, the 
head of his aching throbbing cock aimed at the tight cuntal hole which now 
flexed as Skip's penis slipped in and out of her obscenely stretched ass. 
She groaned as she felt the blood-swollen cock-head seek the pussy hole. 

It wouldn't fit into her! It couldn't! Not as long as Skip was deep in her 
ass! But then she felt the tightening muscles of her tortured cunt opening, 
accepting the male intrusion and she gasped and without conscious thought 
opened her legs wider, mewling submissively as Skip's penis began to push 
into her. She raised her legs high above his back that seemed to make it 
easier, and as he sank his eager cock deeper and deeper up into her doubly 
sensitive vaginal flesh, slowly closed them around his hips. 

"I told ya ya'd love it, Mrs. Manning," the boy said with a grin. "Relax, 
here comes the whole thing!" 

Lunging forward, he drove his hard merciless cock-shaft deep up into her 
trembling body. She cried out in pain, but something in her carnal being 
took hold as bracing her back against the boy beneath her, she thrust her 
cunt up to accept this second impalement, still feeling the other cock 
sliding smoothly up into her rectum. 

"Aaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried. "You're ripping me apart ... you're so 
deep!" 

"The only way to fuck, baby," Skip said, grinding his loins up at her 
heaving buttocks. "Bounce your ass around! You'll dig it pretty quick! How 
many broads get to fuck twice at one time?" 

"Ooooooooooh!" She moaned. Her mind ran wild. How had she ever let herself 
be put in such a situation? Why hadn't she resisted the temptaion with Andy? 
If she had, there would be none of this humiliation. There wouldn't have 
been Chuck Quinn. And there wouldn't have been the inexcusable incident with 
Kay. 

Clutching her defenseless body between them, the two boys began to saw their 
obscenely rigid cocks in and out of her mercilessly. She was beyond feeling 
any pain, and she could almost think of herself as a tree, with a huge 
crosscut saw ripping at her, one man on either end, as their hard young 
cocks slipped in and out of her cunt and ass-hole alternately, only a thin 
membrane separating the two. 

As one plunged into her, the other withdrew, and they rubbed lewdly against 
each other as they reamed the depths of her trembling body. It began to feel 
good, and she found herself matching their rhythm, humping her back and 
thrusting against Skip, taking him deep up into her straining rectum, then 
forward violently to absorb all of Bob's thick hard penis in her flowing 
pussy even as Skip stretched her anus with another wild plunge. She had 
never experienced such sensations before. 

"Ugh ... Ooooooooh!" Ellen moaned, her vibrant body now urging both of them 
on. She wanted to feel both their young cocks sawing back and forth in her 
tender flesh, and she strained to clamp her slender, beautifully-shaped legs 
tightly around the boy above her while she ground her churning buttocks down 
hard on the wildly fucking cock sunk deep in her rectum. Both were pummeling 
and reaming mercilessly, and with each cross-syncopated stroke she opened 
herself wider, welcoming the hard surge of the blood-engorged cock-heads, 
going wild as she was ravished by the two panting, thrusting boys whose 
hands were crawling over her hotly responding flesh. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she cried out in passion. 

"You're making too much noise," Jim said, a smirk on his face as he moved 
onto the bed, his cock hard and throbbing again, the deep-red head swollen 
as he stroked it beside her head. "Gotta shut you up. Suck it!" 

Something deep inside her tried to rebel, despite the way she was giving 
herself so lewdly and wantonly to the youths who were already ravishing her. 
She shook her head, compressing her full rich lips tightly, but he grabbed a 
fistful of her long hair close to the scalp, and twisted her head so hard 
toward him she opened her mouth to scream. 

As she did so, Jim thrust his pelvis forward, his free hand shoving his 
thick, renewed cock between her lips as he jammed himself deep into Ellen's 
mouth, so she had to suck for air through flaring nostrils or choke. At once 
the boy began to shove his cock in and out of her mouth without mercy. 

"Suck it, you bitch!" he said harshly, "if you can blow a dirty old man, 
what's wrong with a nice young kid like me?" 

The thoroughly penetrated woman tried to jerk her head away in protest, but 
at that instant both the other boys, intrigued by the sight of Jim's penis 
pushing through her protesting lips, broke their rhythm, so that instead of 
one drawing out of her quaking body as the other drove in, they both fucked 
hard into her at once. The combined force of two young, rock-hard penises 
penetrating her anus and cunt at the same time made her gasp. As her mouth 
opened even wider, Jim's cock slipped deeper into her throat and his balls 
slapped heavily against her chin. She gagged and then, as she gulped for 
air, her swollen lips pursed in a warm soft oval around the shaft, her 
tongue swirling as she fought for breath, the boy's hand hard on the back of 
her head. This was even worse than what she had endured with Chuck Quinn! 

Through her mind flashed a vision of herself, satiated and loving after 
young Andy had satisfied her for the first time in so many years, lovingly 
kissing and licking his young body and then bringing her grateful mouth low 
over his loins to kiss and suck his deflated penis. That had been a true 
instinctive act of love. 

And now what had she come to? Was no way out of this! Jim was in her mouth 
and there was no way to dislodge him, any more than there was a way to 
escape the two hard cocks rammed into the nether regions of her body. Ellen 
resolved that she would give Andy's brother her mouth, but she would be no 
more than a machine. The totally defeated young girl opened her eyes and 
looked into his, her stunned gaze telling him to go ahead. 

"Oh, you got a nice pair of lips there," he said. "Get your tongue working, 
you know how! Lick it while you're sucking!" 

His strong hands closed on her head and he began sawing his cock in and out 
of her mouth, while the other two boys resumed their anal and vaginal rape 
at the same time. She hardly felt them, concentrating on the turgid length 
of flesh embedded between her salivating lips as it pushed to its fullest 
extent, the rubbery lust-swollen head ramming up against the roof of her 
mouth and then into the very depths of her throat. 

She struggled to get a gasp of air as the two cocks pummeled into her body 
below. The two were using her mercilessly and it was only by reflex that her 
body moved with then, her ass fucking one and her cunt jamming ahead to 
absorb the other. She could hear the squishing sounds of their penetration 
and withdrawal, feel the two cocks rubbing together through the thin 
membranes of her anal and vaginal passages and she wondered how much time 
must pass before they came to their climaxes and pumped their burning hot 
cum into her wildly tossing body. 

Moaning, she opened her eyes and saw Jim's thick cock sliding liquidly in 
and out of the hotly clutching oval of her abused mouth. A vision of what 
she must look like flashed through her mind, her shapely body buffeted 
between the two teenagers who were fucking and sodomizing her at the same 
time, while a third had this throbbing cock buried deep in her gulping 
mouth. She opened her eyes and could see nothing but the glistening member 
sliding in and out between her furiously working lips, and his hair-covered 
balls slapping against her chin. 

This obscene image somehow excited her, and she began to feel the fire of 
lust rekindling deep in her churning loins as she twisted and thrashed on 
the bed, clenching her sphincter around the pummeling pole of flesh sunk in 
her rectum and flexing her cuntal muscles tight around the other boy's cock. 
Suddenly she wanted to be used, abused, to pay in the vilest possible way 
for her sin with young Andy and she began to work her mouth violently up and 
down the thick young penis jammed between her salaciously sucking lips, her 
cheeks hollowing and filling. She swirled the hotly prodding tip of her 
tongue around the bulbous head, probing for the tiny opening which in time 
would spew forth a great surge of thick rich cum and she suddenly wanted it 
to erupt in her mouth, coat her tonsils and throat with liquid fire even as 
Chuck Quinn's had done. She wanted to drain it, fill her heaving stomach 
with it, just as her cunt and rectum would in time be filled with the hot 
juice of the boys who were now fucking her wantonly undulating body in 
steady obscene rhythm. 

She began to salivate, almost choking on the sticky secretions which were 
beginning to flow from Jim's cock as she kept it tightly a prisoner between 
her now sucking lips. His pelvis was surging up to her mouth with every 
devouring bobbing of her head and she could feel it beginning to enlarge, 
get harder and thicker and longer, until she was sure it would choke her if 
he didn't cum soon! Ellen was on the verge herself. She had to cum again, 
and she wanted desperately, wantonly, for the four of them to reach the 
pinnacle at the same time. She moaned while with one hand she reached out to 
cup and squeeze the heaving balls of the boy who was pumping furiously into 
her greedily gulping mouth. She reached beneath her with her other hand, 
trying to find Skip's balls as he drove deep into the moistly clutching 
channel of her ass, but his position put them out of reach. In desperation 
she thrust her hand between her heaving belly and Bob's straining loins, 
past his pistoning cock, and found his balls, grasping them so hard he cried 
out, though he didn't slow his urgent fucking. 

She felt him tightening up and squeezed harder, even as she drove her mouth 
furiously up and down the throbbing length of Jim's cock. The gang-leader's 
balls were tightening too, drawing up into his body, as at the same moment 
she felt Skip's rampaging cock swelling in her ass-hole so big that it could 
hardly move. 

She knew the boys were going to cum now, fill her in every orifice and the 
knowledge triggered her own orgasm. She began to tremble violently, her 
buttocks churning, cunt and mouth sucking furiously, as the overwhelming 
sensation again erupted in her loins and the hot fluid spewed from her. Her 
fingers felt the spasming of both boy's balls at almost the same instant. 
Bob's cum flooded into her grasping cunt a moment before she felt, through 
her fingers, the eruption of Jim's balls, and then her mouth was suddenly 
filled with seething, red-hot cum in great streams. She sucked and 
swallowed, her tongue swirling over the gushing, erotically jerking head, 
her nostrils flaring with her quick gasps for air as the fiery endless 
stream poured over her tonsils and down her throat to her belly. She was 
buffeted so hard from behind then that she almost let Jim's spurting cock 
slip from her eager lips, as, with a long cry of pleasure. Skip drove his 
cock deep up into her eagerly grasping rectum one final time and she could 
feel the lava-like flow of his cum totally flooding her trembling back 
passage. Then she lay tangled amidst the three boys, her anus and cunt and 
mouth lewdly clutching their deflated young penises. 

Outside, grabbing the limb of a stunted oak tree for support, Andy Rivers 
stared through the window at the obscene tableau, in front of him. The 
unhappy teenager had spent hours alone in an isolated patch of woods, trying 
to face up to what he had done. He had betrayed his beloved Ellen Mrs. 
Manning the lady who had so beautifully befriended him and then given 
herself to him in tortured love. He had, in a moment of anger, blurted out 
his terrible confession to his brother, Jim. And for some reason, Jim had 
collected some of Andy's own friends and come to the secluded home where 
they were now gang-raping the defenseless woman! 

Andy could not believe the revolting things they were doing to her three of 
them at once! Raping her from behind and in front and in her sweet mouth! 
She was obviously powerless to resist them, and was doing all she could to 
end her ordeal as quickly as possible, cooperating, even going so far as to 
actually suck in Jim's rigid cock, to judge from the way her cheeks drew in 
as her lovely head bobbed back and forth at his loins. He saw her helpless 
body being buffeted between them, heard their animal cries of pleasure as 
they reached their climaxes, and then the way his darling collapsed, beaten, 
among them, Jim's long cock still between her swollen lips, droplets of 
thick whitish cum oozing from the corners of her mouth. 

He wanted to kill them! Kill the punk kids who had done this to Mrs. 
Manning! He thought of the machete in the shed. Even though there were five 
of them, he could do something! Yet, he realized, that would not be the 
answer. He knew he couldn't kill anyone, not in cold blood and it would be 
equally futile to attack them with his hands, attempt to drive them off. 
There were five of them, and he was alone. He was not afraid of being beaten 
in a fight, in fact, would have welcomed it as penance for his betrayal of 
the woman he loved, but he knew that such a show of bravado would do her no 
good. 

It didn't seem to him that they had hurt her. They had obviously abused her, 
but not hurt her. There would still be time to go for help. That's when he 
thought of Tom Vincent! 

She felt hands pulling her away from the three boys and groggily she raised 
up, long tendrils of Jim's cum trailing from her lips. She was on the edge 
of the bed, her feet touching the floor. Fred stood in front of her, his 
hand stroking his newly erect penis, and the girl looked up at him for a 
moment, her dark eyes glazed. She understood quickly and without uttering a 
sound, she moved off the bed and knelt, taking his pulsating young cock in 
both hands and stroking it. Her lips pursed into a round willing oval as she 
bent forward, opening her mouth wide to draw it inside, and then she began 
to suck, her head moving slowly back and forth as her tongue swirled 
tirelessly. 

"Now there's what I call a beautiful cocksucker." Jim said, looking up from 
the bed with a chuckle and a lewd wink at the boys. 

If the girl heard, she gave no indication. She only wrapped her lips tighter 
around the hot rod of flesh trapped between them as her cheeks drew in so 
tightly the outline of the boy's penis could be plainly seen pumping in and 
out of her sucking lips. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Where'd those fuckin' kids come from anyhow?" Hal Witt said. 

They had arrived to find the station wagon parked in the driveway, and had 
crept close to the window, to the same point from which they had taken the 
obscene pictures. It had taken some time to figure out just how many boys 
were in the bedroom with Ellen Manning, because the thin curtains obscured 
the scene somewhat and those inside kept moving about. But Chuck Quinn had 
finally concluded they were nothing but teenagers and he could run them off 
with his fists whenever he got ready. 

But he had been intrigued when he saw one body screwing the lovely Mrs. 
Manning in the ass and he had even been more amused when a second one began 
to fuck her cunt at the same time, despite her cries for mercy. And when the 
third put his cock in her mouth, and she turned on to sucking it ... , well, 
that was worth watching. He wished he'd brought the camera, but the damn 
thing was out of film. 

Then, the kid on the bike, Andy, had shown up and they's had to wait until 
he quit peeping and left. It was like Grand Central Station. 

"Shit, she sure must like the taste of cock," Hal said. "Lookit! That kid 
just waved one in front of her and she's down on her knees gulpin' it like 
mad!" 

"I think that maybe they beat her around a little," Chuck Quinn said. "She 
moved like a zombie. Let's throw their asses out. I know those little 
shits." 

"They don't look so little to me," Hal said doubtfully. "And there's five of 
'em." 

"Leave that to me," Chuck Quinn said confidently. 

With Hal trailing doubtfully behind, he strode, thick-set, brawny, and 
confident, to the door. The fact that it was locked slowed him only a 
moment. He knew about the type of lock involved, and one solid kick from his 
boot opened the door. He stepped inside, with Hal still hanging back, and 
walked unhesitantly to the bedroom. 

"Okay you young punks get your asses out before I throw them out," he 
announced. His sleeves were rolled up and he spat on his hands, as if 
anticipating the pleasure of using them on the teenagers. His muscles bulged 
under his faded shirt. "Move it, punks!" 

There was a startled silence which lasted a full half-minute. Then the young 
Ellen cried out and reached for a crumpled sheet to cover her nakedness. Guy 
and Fred ran past him, trying to grab their clothes. Jim was in a corner; he 
knew the burly man, and was afraid of him. With a quick flick of his eyes, 
he saw Bob and Skip were more surprised than frightened by the intrusion. 
They had simply not reacted yet. 

"Knock him on his ass, fellas," Jim shouted. "Go to it!" 

The terrified young divorcee screamed as Bob, the football hero, and Skip 
went for Chuck Quinn. Quinn was at a disadvantage, because he had no room to 
maneuver and meet their sudden attack, and the sight of two naked boys 
springing at him, with a third one in the background urging them on, 
confused him momentarily. The only way he could gain space in which to 
defend himself was to get out of the bedroom. And for a man of his size, he 
moved quickly. A few running steps took him down the short hallway and into 
the living room, where he whirled to face his antagonists, his fists raised. 
But he was in no way prepared for the attack which came. 

Bob, nearly two hundred pounds of solid young muscle, dove for his knees, as 
he might dive into the charging end from the opposing football team. Skip 
did a half-somersault, his legs scissoring in midair to lock around Chuck 
Quinn's neck. Together the two youths carried the older man to the floor. 
Skip moved with the speed of a striking rattlesnake to lock a half-Nelson on 
the surprised man, holding him immobile with the threat of easily breaking 
his neck with just a bit more pressure. 

While this was happening Jim, spying an easier target, had caught Hal Witt 
and was holding him against a wall, the older man's arm twisted painfully up 
behind his shoulders. 

"Who's gonna throw those asses out, old man?" Skip said, his voice cool. 
"One wrong word and you're gonna have to get somebody to screw your head on 
right. Understand?" 

"Uggh!" Clint Quinn managed to gurgle. 

"For God's sake, boys, don't hurt them!" Ellen cried. She had grabbed a robe 
and was now staring at them from the hallway which led to the bedroom. 
"Don't do anything you'll be sorry for!" 

"You mean you like sucking this old cagers cock?" Skip said, tightening his 
grip on Chuck Quinn's head. "You'd rather have him than us? A nice young 
chick like you?" 

"He has some pictures," Ellen gasped. "There's no time to talk about it. But 
he has pictures of me! Doing things! They both have. If anyone sees them, 
I'll be ruined!" 

"Looks like he's blackmailing our girl friend, fellas," Jim said, his voice 
cold. "We can't have that." 

"Sure as hell can't," Bob agreed. He raised a ham-like fist over Quinn's 
face. "Give, you bastard!" 

"Boys!" the girl screamed. 

"Strip 'em let's see what they got," Jim ordered. He held the terrified Hal 
against the wall, his forearm against the scrawny man's throat, and began 
going through his pockets. "I think I found some!" 

"We got a pack too," Skip announced proudly, ripping a pocket from Chuck 
Quinn's pants and waving an envelope. "Now let's teach 'em a lesson. It's 
not nice to blackmail a lady." 

"Boy!" Ellen Manning screamed the word, and then continued more calmly. "He 
told me there's another set. He can make copies!" 

"Where is it?" Jim asked. "That kid holding you head will break it off from 
your neck if he feels like it. Where are the rest?" 

Chuck Quinn looked into cold eyes. He was not a coward, but he knew when to 
quit." 

"Seat of the car, driver's side, in the springs," he gasped. 

"Keep an eye on this old fart I'll have a look," Jim said. He almost threw 
Hal Witt away and ran to get his clothes, pulling his jeans and shoes on. 
Witt collapsed across the old chaise lounge, his eyes terror-stricken. In 
minutes Jim was back, thumbing through a fistful of photos, whistling softly 
and grinning. He looked at Ellen with a knowing smirk. He said, "Damn if my 
kid brother didn't get to you!" 

"Oh, my God," Ellen moaned, sinking into a chair and covering her face with 
her hands and beginning to cry. She knew she was totally lost now. Instead 
of one blackmailer, she had many. "How could I ever have done this." 

Jim looked down at her. Although he was a teenager, he had a cunning mind, 
and he knew if he played his hand right he could ensure himself and his 
friends of a delightful playmate for as long as they wanted. He was quick to 
realize the weeping young woman was hooked on sex with young boys. They 
could force her to do anything they wanted, but it would be much better if 
she did it willingly, eagerly and out of gratitude. 

"I think this must be all the pictures," he said, handing her the thick 
envelopes. "Maybe you better burn them." He turned his hard young eyes on 
Chuck Quinn and Hal Witt and continued. "You called us young punks. So keep 
thinking of us like that. If you ever bother Mrs. Manning again, you can 
expect to see us. Get your asses out of here. Both of you!" 

Quinn knew when he'd had enough. He had no doubt that the pale-eyes boy 
would make his threat good damn kids nowadays didn't think twice before they 
planted a bomb in your car or something! All smoking dope and worse! When 
the two muscular youths who were holding him let go, he picked himself up 
and without a word headed for the door, the terrified Witt close behind him. 
A moment later their car started with a roar and they headed down the road. 

As the sound of their motor diminished, it was replaced by the distant wail 
of a siren. This alerted Jim, made him nervous. 

"Let's split, guys. Get your clothes on!" he said urgently. 

Guy and Fred, who had run out when the first threat of trouble with Quinn 
materialized, were already dressed by then and nervously waiting in the car. 
Jim and Skip and Bob took time to pull only their jeans on, and in less than 
a minute, all were gone, leaving the confused young woman curled in an 
overstuffed chair, the obscene pictures of herself and Andy clutched in her 
hand as tears streamed down her beautiful face. 

She thought that in just a couple of days she had managed to completely ruin 
what had promised to be a beautiful life. She had corrupted a fine young 
boy, and then been blackmailed, and used like an animal had even sunk to 
performing a lesbian act. She had done every vile thing imaginable. How 
could she ever look herself in the mirror again? How could she have done 
these things!" 

* * * 

Tom Vincent was young, barely over twenty-three. He was one of the youngest 
to be an assistant coach at the local junior college. He nonetheless knew 
his job well, because his father and two uncles had been pro-ball players 
and he had been raised with the talk of the game since he was a child. He 
was particularly wary of incoherent teenagers reporting a crime. He knew 
Andy Rivers and he thought he was a good kid. He also knew the boys whose 
names he had been given. The fact that the name of Andy's brother Jim was 
among them gave some credence to what Andy told him. They were hell-raisers 
all right. They-likely smoked pot and drank booze when they could get it, 
but who didn't? 

He passed a car on the road full of those young kids. He immediately 
recognized the five boys, and their flushed appearance told him they had 
been up to something and they were in a terrible hurry. 

The sound of his car had already brought Ellen to the door. He took a long 
look at the brunette beauty, her hair was in disarray, her body was 
obviously naked beneath a short robe, and her eyes puffy from crying. She 
appeared terrified at the sight of him. 

So the kid had been right. Something had happened here tonight. He signed 
and thought maybe he should have called the police in over Andy's protests. 

"Mrs. Manning I'm Tom Vincent, a friend of Andy's from school. He told me 
about some trouble. He wanted me to help you out. Do you know who they 
were?" 

"I don't think names would mean anything," Ellen Manning managed to say. 
"I've just moved over here from the city. There's been no trouble." 

"It was a station wagon with five boys." 

"I don't think I saw..." she began. 

"I know the station wagon, it's owned by a Mr. Peter Rivers. He and his 
family live farther down the road. His son Jim was driving the car. His 
other son, Andy, is the one who asked me to help him and you. He didn't want 
trouble with the police since his brother was involved." 

Ellen's world fell apart. She was sure she had been discovered in her 
debauchery with the youths, and tears filled her eyes as she looked up into 
the serious face of the young man. His face was young, but the eyes were old 
in a way that told her he'd heard most of the stories before, although she 
could not understand how this could be, he was obviously young, not yet her 
age, and he knew much more than he was telling her. Had he come to help her? 
Her hands clenched together, and only then did she realize she was carrying 
the packets of pictures. She wished she could make them vanish, but there 
wasn't even a pocket in the short robe she'd pulled over her shoulders when 
the trouble began. She knew she must lie, and she was sure that with this 
young, handsome man, a he would not work. 

"Oh, Andy," she managed to say. "Yes, Andy's brother and some of his friends 
came looking for him. But Andy hasn't been here since yesterday. There 
wasn't any trouble really." 

Maybe no trouble, but something happened, the young Tom Vincent thought, 
looking at the flushed face of the lovely woman. like you got fucked out of 
your pretty head! I have to find out about it! I have to find out about you. 
Did you do it because you were forced, and you're afraid to talk? Or did you 
invite it? 

His brown eyes had not missed the sheaf of pictures the young woman seemed 
to be holding so urgently, and he saw her knuckles were white from the 
intensity of her grip. Smiling casually, he said, "Well, if there hasn't 
been any trouble, I guess I can be on my way. But I'd like to use your phone 
to give Andy a call; he's worried about you." 

"Yes, certainly, come on in," Ellen managed to say, weak with relief. She 
reached to open the screen door but the man had already unlatched it from 
the other side, and it struck her wrist painfully. Her fingers opened and 
she cried out softly as the sheaf of pictures of herself with Andy spilled 
to the floor. 

"Sorry let me get them," the young handsome man said. Before she could 
protest, he was bending, gathering them up, looking at them. He grinned and 
raised his eyes to her stricken face. He said, "I guess now we know what 
it's all about." 

"Oh, my God," she moaned. Suddenly weak, she fell against him. He caught her 
in his strong young arms, his hands sliding under her robe in what might 
have been an accident, or might as easily have been a lewd searching. His 
touch thrilled her, and she caught her breath as she raised her tear-stained 
face, and fixed her wide dark eyes on him. "I did a terrible thing," she 
said, her voice breaking. "I've been a grass-widow so long and I never let a 
man touch me after him. Until I moved in here. And then that boy, Andy, 
well, something snapped. I couldn't help myself. I suppose I have to tell 
you all of it ... " 

"Mrs. Manning, you don't have to tell me," he said. He tried to sound 
impersonal but he couldn't make the words come out right with her hot firm 
body in his arms. God, but she was beautiful. 

He was sure the five boys in the car had had her, by one means or another. 
And the pictures were evidence that Andy had laid her also. 

To him she somehow didn't seem the kind who would be a nympho. He was 
inclined to believe she'd saved herself since her divorce. So, maybe she had 
made one slip with Andy, and been caught in the act. She began to cry and 
instinctively he drew her close, comforting her, but he couldn't ignore the 
sensation of having her trembling, nearly-naked body in his arms. He'd never 
held a woman like this one before! 

"I know I know," Ellen sobbing, whispered. She looked up at him. He was so 
young and handsome and strong. She felt a new surge of heat in her loins as 
she pressed tight against him, rubbing her pubic mound against the front of 
his trousers, feeling his sudden erection. "How did you hear about this?" ' 
"Andy Rivers. He came to my house. I live about a mile from here. He said 
you were being raped. By the five boys." 

"Oh, I was and I wasn't, if you understand. You're so young, but you seem to 
know what you're doing. I'd better tell you in case something comes of it." 

Tom Vincent didn't particularly want to hear, but it was something he should 
know in case the kids caused more trouble. And this woman was so lovely, he 
wanted an excuse to stay longer, to keep holding her. 

"Might be a good idea," he said. "I'll keep it quiet." 

"Thank you," she said gratefully. "There's a pot of coffee. It's probably 
too strong now, but would you like some?" 

"I like it black." 

She fixed the coffee and sat on the sofa beside him and managed to tell him 
the entire story, leaving only Kay out. She didn't spare herself. She told 
him of the reluctance, the revulsion she had felt at first, the pain and 
finally the pleasure. 

He stared into his coffee cup, trying to make the erection that her erotic 
account had caused go away. It wouldn't. He ached in his balls and cock and 
he found himself not really blaming the boys. 

Her short robe had fallen open, exposing the full, wide-set breasts, but she 
seemed not to notice. The robe was so short that, sitting as she was, he 
could see the soft golden triangle of her pussy hair. She was so engrossed 
in telling her tale that he doubted she realized the picture she was 
presenting to his eyes. 

"I don't think you'll have any trouble with any of them now," he said when 
she had finished, her eyes guiltily down-cast. "Those kids can be rough and 
they'll keep the phone men away. I'll have a talk with them. Myself, I'm not 
anything, but if we go to the authorities ... that should keep their noses 
clean. I'm sorry all this had to happen to you, Mrs. Manning. This is a 
beautiful little place you have here. Too bad you had to get off to such a 
lousy start. But I think you can go on living here now without worrying 
about being molested by those kids." 

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much!" 

Ellen reached for him and wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling his 
strength and manhood. She desperately needed to have him close to her. She 
tilted her face up, hoping he would kiss her. She wouldn't blame him if he 
didn't; who would want to kiss lips which had sucked so many cocks this 
night? 

But his strong young arms pulled her to him, his hands sliding down over the 
lush contours of her trembling body, cupping her breasts, moving down over 
the rich swell of her hips and down over to the juncture of her thighs as 
they opened in wanton invitation and then finally into the softly flexing 
lips of her cunt. She moaned and writhed against his lean body, spearing her 
tongue deep into his mouth, finding his tongue, luring it between her 
sucking lips and drawing on it until it was almost torn from his throat. Her 
face flushed, she broke away from him and in a pleading voice whispered, 
"Tom, close the door! Come in the bedroom. Please!" 

He went to the door. He fastened it and turned to the young divorcee and 
said, "Not in there. Not until you've changed the sheets and aired it out." 

"You're right," Ellen said, pleased that he was so sensitive. "Where then?" 

"Here. On the couch where you told me about it." 

"Oh, yes!" she flung the robe to the floor, baring her lithe, full-breasted 
body, and came to him. With nervous fingers she began tearing his clothes 
off. She dropped to her knees and finally her fingers managed to open the 
zipper. She zipped it open and her fingernails left long, white scratches on 
his flesh so she could get his boots off, and then he stood before her, 
naked, his cock erect and thick, oozing a small drop of pre-cum at its tip. 

She paused long enough to brush her tousled hair back from her face with her 
fingers as he stood over her. She looked up into his excited face, and could 
see his entire body trembling before her. She took his penis in one hand and 
cupped the other under the heavy, cum-laden sac of his testicles, dipping 
her head. The flickering pink tip of her wetly probing tongue tasting the 
drop of fluid at the little hole. She burrowed into it, seeking more. Then 
the flat of her tongue slowly began to circle the lust-dilated head and she 
heard his sign of pleasure, felt his big hands stroking the long mass of her 
hair. She pursed her lips in a warm wet oval and tenderly kissed the rubbery 
hotness of the glans, and after she had tasted him well, turned her face up 
and said, "I want to suck you Tom." 

"Yes." His hands drew her head to him as her mouth opened wide. "That's 
nice." 

The abandoned young woman drew him deep into her mouth immediately, eager to 
feel the pulsing hot length of his rod filling her throat. She used her 
tongue avidly, her lips clutching the length of the iron-hard staff and her 
cheeks hollowing with the urgency of her sucking. she rocked on her knees as 
her head darted back and forth, her hair tossing, her fingers massaging his 
balls lovingly. She wanted desperately to drink his cum, have it gush and 
flow down her throat, fill her belly, and she moaned deep in her throat as 
she drove her lips to the very base of his cock-shaft, until her flaring 
nostrils were buried in his pubic hair. The male scent of him incited her 
even more, though she gagged as the hard bulbous head rammed past her 
tonsils, and still she couldn't help her suddenly wanton desires. Then she 
felt his hands close on her head, pulling her seeking mouth away from his 
lust-hardened cock. 

"I want to fuck you, Ellen." he said softly. 

"Can't you cum in my mouth?" she mumbled. "I want you to cum in my mouth! I 
want to taste you, drink you!" 

"I will if you want but I want to fuck you now." 

She licked her lips in submissive, mesmeric assent. "I want you to, Tom." 

Trembling, Ellen threw herself on the big sofa, belly-down. She raised 
herself on knees and elbows, spreading herself wide, fully aware she was 
offering both her cunt and ass to him. Her loins burned and she didn't care 
how he took her! Her entire body was trembling with urgent desire. She felt 
the sofa sink as he knelt behind her. 

Then the hot burning head of his cock was running up and down the flowering 
lips of her aroused pussy, probing tantalizingly and she wriggled her 
ass-cheeks in lewd invitation to him, then finally reached back with now 
skilled fingers. She found the rigidly probing shaft and guided it deftly 
through the soft fleshy lips of her pussy to her seething hot cuntal 
passage. 

"Ooooooohhhhh!! ! " she moaned in pleasure as he fucked into her, feeling 
her sensitive vaginal flesh rippling ahead of the enormously distended cock, 
his hands clamping her hips as, with one powerful ramming motion, he rammed 
fully into her. She screwed herself back hard against him, her cunt muscles 
clutching, milking him, as he began to pump in and out of her writhing body 
with long deep strokes, and almost immediately she began to chant in rhythm, 
"Aaaah! I'm cumming! You're making me cum! Oh, God! I'm cummmmmminnnngggg!" 

The wildly fucking young man rammed in and out of her receptive body 
endlessly as the young divorcee writhed and bucked and cried out in pleasure 
as she reached one orgasm after another, each stronger than the one before 
until the strength was drained from her straining body and he had to hold 
her hips tight as his still rock-hard cock plunged into the depths of her 
quaking belly. 

"I'm going to cum!" he gasped at last. 

"My mouth!" she cried out. With her last strength, she pulled away from him, 
felt the orgiastically dilating shaft sliding from her clutching cunt. 

She twisted like a snake, her knees dropping from the sofa to the floor as 
she grasped the long wet cock in her fingers and captured it once again in 
her wide-open lips, tongue swirling, and drove her passion-heavy mouth to 
the very base of it, the heavy balls slapping against her chin, as the 
orgasmic spurting began from its depths. 

Her lips hollowed as she drank him dry, great spurts of his cum filling her 
mouth and coating her throat. She nearly choked as she swallowed, her 
fingers milking his balls, reveling in every seething burst as his 
cum-streams traveled the length of his thick rod, and she moaned in final 
wanton satisfaction. For a long time the young widow knelt between his legs 
as she felt the once-formidable cock deflating between her passion-bloated 
lips. 

Her eyes were glazed when finally she took her mouth away, long tendrils of 
unswallowed cum trailing back to the glistening cock-tip. She trembled as he 
gently lifted her up, surprised when he kissed her full on the mouth, 
sliding his tongue between her parted lips, tasting himself. 

"You're so beautiful," he said softly. 

"I'm terrible! A slut." She held him tight, pressing her body to him, 
feeling her breasts flatten against his young, lean chest. 

"Tom, will you come to me often ... I need you so much?" 

"Beautiful lady of mine, you won't be able to keep me from your door! 


THE END
