Mama's New Man
by Bonita Ray
(LLP-944)


Chapter One 

A woman's hand on the inside of a man's thigh is a message no man misses. If 
that hand moves up to touch his cock lightly, the man knows he's urgently 
wanted sexually. 

"Pass," said Naomi Allison brightly, appearing to stare at her cards. Her 
fingers pressed against the thigh of young Doug Sandstrom once more. 

Across the table Doug's fat, round-faced young wife glared at her cards. 
Then she glared at Doug. 

"Naomi passed. What are you going to do?" 

"Give me a minute. Give me a minute. What's the horse-race?" 

"Slow witted at Bridge. Always was," Mrs. Sandstrom told Naomi, unaware that 
the older woman had just felt her husband's crotch. 

Naomi smiled in understanding at Evelyn, gave Doug's leg a final squeeze and 
brought her hand out from under the table. Doug was red in the face and it 
had nothing whatsoever to do with the cards he held. Naomi thought he 
probably couldn't tell the red ones from the black ones at this point. Doug 
Sandstrom knew that a far more exciting game than bridge was going on 
tonight. Naomi was an overnight houseguest of the Sandstrom's. She'd given 
him more than one signal since dinner. With that thigh-squeeze she really 
had him thinking right! 

While the Sandstroms bickered, Naomi sat back, feeling a rich excitement 
between her legs. She really dug Evelyn's young, tall and blond husband. 
Even before she'd been widowed and set free, she'd gotten an erotic tingle 
on seeing Doug the few times they met. Now the numbers came up ... she had a 
really important reason for the sexual tease. 

"Spades, no, hearts, two," Doug stuttered. He didn't dare look over at 
Naomi. 

"That's cheating!" his wife fumed. "You're telling your partner you've got 
hearts, a demand bid, plus good spades." 

"I didn't mean ... " 

"You cheat every time you can," his wife stormed. She threw her cards down. 
"I'm getting tired of playing. Why don't you bring in the coffee?" 

She sighed and leaned fat arms on the bridge table, looking to Naomi for 
sympathy. Naomi smiled back politely. Peter, the fourth player, was Doug's 
assistant at work. He kept his eyes downcast at this sputter between his 
boss and his boss' wife. He remained unobtrusive. 

Doug suddenly slammed his cards down and went to the kitchen. 

"I'll help with the coffee," Naomi smiled without humor. She followed Doug, 
leaving Evelyn to complain to Peter about her husband's cheating ways at 
bridge. 

Naomi sauntered into the kitchen, aware of Doug's hot eyes feasting on her 
body. All of his hot blush wasn't over his anger with his wife. She knew she 
looked good. She was forty-five and Evelyn Sandstrom only twenty-nine but 
all the advantages were on Naomi's side. 

She wore her soft, green velour dress which clung to her curvaceous body as 
if it were pasted on. She'd developed the body beautiful by bountiful 
exercise and careful dieting since the death of her husband a year ago. At 
first the grief drove her to exercise and disinterest in food ... at least 
she could sleep nights. Then her body flowered. Tonight her breasts were 
firm and springy with youth, her eyes sparkling, her skin glowing and her 
curves at hip, thigh and buttock were those of fifteen years ago. Even young 
Peter Erickson couldn't keep his eyes off her, "Poor Evelyn had bad cards 
tonight," said Naomi, practically brushing Doug's sleeve with her low-cut 
cleavage. 

"She's eating and sleeping herself into a stupor," Doug complained. "As soon 
as I got made vice-president, she's taken it easy, like the wife of some 
senior executive." 

"I'm certain she'll snap out of it," Naomi reassured him. 

"It better be soon. Who wants to have sex with a ... " 

Doug suddenly stopped, realizing he'd said much more than he had planned to 
say. 

"I agree," Naomi nodded. She smiled pleasantly up at him, aware that he felt 
her body heat, with her standing this close. "Which cup is Evelyn's?" 

"The Sanka. Everybody else takes coffee," he said. 

He stared at her with widening eyes. Naomi produced a small vial and dumped 
a white powder into Evelyn's cup. 

"Just Nembutal," she explained to Doug. "It'll help Evelyn sleep real 
deeply. She's all disturbed. But we won't tell her we're helping her get a 
good night's sleep, will we?" 

Doug looked shocked, his eyes gleaming and he looked happy. He squeezed 
Naomi's round, firm behind and slapped her there. 

"Hell, no, Naomi. We won't tell her a thing!" he cried in delight. "Maybe 
you ought to put rhr another ..." 

"One's enough," the triumphant Naomi laughed. 

It was a brisk fall night in Minneapolis. Shortly after the coffee was 
served, young Peter bundled up and traveled off into the night. Evelyn said 
she thought it was time to retire. 

"You always watch the eleven o'clock news," Doug said observing her closely. 

"Not tonight," said Evelyn. "Not the way you played cards." 

"But you always insist on watching ... " 

"It's bedtime," said Evelyn firmly, her eyes heavy-lidded as she headed for 
the circular staircase in the comfortable house ... \;. 

In the guest room Naomi undressed with fingers that trembled. She no longer 
felt quite as suave and svelte as downstairs. She hadn't had sex with any 
man since the death of Fred over a year ago. She'd had a couple of bouts 
with her vibrator and that was about it. Even before Fred died,, their sex 
hadn't amounted to much. 

Yet her future was on the line. She liked Doug. After all thirty wasn't too 
young, was it? It wasn't like she chased his young twenty-five year old 
assistant, Peter. She did want sex. That happy world had grown shadowy and 
indistinct in her mind. 

She'd brought sheer white nylon pajamas that complemented her lustrous black 
hair. She felt almost like a whore, putting them on. Evelyn might pass up 
the dress, but would certainly raise an eyebrow about those pajamas ... if 
she ever saw them. 

Naomi turned the lights low and opened her door a crack to peek down the 
hall and see what went on. The sleeping powder should 've put Evelyn out in 
twenty minutes, or less. It was much more than twenty minutes. 

Doug stood in the hall, dressed in his pajamas, grinning at her, his eyes 
registering the excitement he felt in his loins. 

Naomi tried to put on a pleasant smile but now that the action time was 
here, she felt scared. Guilty, too. 

"Is she ... " she asked and broke off. 

"Out like a light," said Doug. "I was already on my way ... " 

He brushed past her into the room, going directly to the bed. Naomi closed 
the door and leaning against it, breathing sharply. 

"Listen, Doug, I want to talk to you as well as ... " 

He patted the place on the bed beside him. 

"So let's talk." 

"It has something to do with Fred. Something that might have happened before 
he died last year." 

"Sure, Naomi. I didn't know him too well. Nor you either ... but I always 
wanted to, believe me!" 

His eyes remained fixed on her luscious breasts, nipples outlined in the see 
through white nylon. She felt he spoke with a part of his mind. She eased 
down beside him. At once he reached for her hand and placed it on his 
pulsing penis in his pajamas. He was already half hard. She felt a forbidden 
thrill of excitement. She tried to remove her hand, but he pressed it 
directly on his cock and gave a happy sigh. 

"Doug, I ... I'm a friend of Evelyn's really. I've never done anything ... " 

"You think Inavel" he exploded. "You think I want to cheat on her? She's 
eaten her good looks away till I can't get excited about her, can't get it 
up. That's not my fault, or yours. For weeks, I've been going crazy ... " 

They both paused for a moment as he forced her to pull his prick out of his 
pajamas. They both stared down at his throbbing cock. It was already erect 
and growing thicker. In Naomi's warm hand it grew larger, stiffening and 
stiffening some more until it strained, hard, red, virile looking. A drop of 
crystal-clear preseminal fluid oozed out of the extended hole. 

"I ... get it up ... for you ... " he breathed. 

There was no doubt that Naomi's body stirred him. Her firm flesh, her clear 
skin, her soft curves, and that white nylon outfit locked his cock tight. 

Naomi felt her breath practically whistle in her throat as she actually held 
his erect, sex-ready penis in her hand after all this time. 

"Doug, I ... I'm not a seducer ... I haven't been into sex. I ... I ... " 

He put his hands on her soft shoulders as if afraid they would burn him, 
while his face revealed an ecstatic look. 

"Me, neither," he said. "I've been masturbating. This is the first time . . 
. Oh," he went. He pressed his open palm against her full ripe breast, slick 
under the nylon. From his expression she knew he was telling her the truth. 
He was sex-crazy but repressed it, just like she had. He wasn't going to 
jump down her throat, scare her. He handled her softly, in wonder, as if 
this vision would vanish if he did the wrong thing. They were almost 
puritans, sitting there, with him pressing her breast and she lightly 
holding his rod. She felt enormously better. 

"I'm forty-five, you're thirty, we're acting fifteen," she laughed. 

"Body like yours . . . age really doesn't matter," he said. "Will you ... 
could you ... " 

He pressed gently on her shoulders. She instantly understood. It was an 
excellent way for the both of them to re-enter the world of sex that had 
slipped away. 

Her heart raced fast. Her cunt flowed and burned. Her head sank to his lap. 
She felt the smooth mushroom-shaped cock head sliding erotically in over her 
lips and then she could taste the male cock meat, rich in her mouth. 
Trembling, she held his shaft and worked the skin back and forth while she 
applied a near-forgotten suck technique. 

"Ah ... uuu-weeeeeee," he gasped. "OH, THAT'S GOOD, NAOMI!" 

His young loins undulated in fabulous pleasure as he flexed his sucked penis 
up into her hot mouth, savoring the wetness, the sensation of her inner body 
heat, and the pull-suction that stimulated every inch of his penis all the 
way to his swelling balls. 

She came up, gasping herself from the first thrill-contact of her mouth with 
a hard prick: 

"L-long time ... no cock suck," she quipped, trying to cover her embarrassed 
excitement with a weak joke. "You got it ... just k-keeo going," he begged 
eagerly. 

She almost jumped out of her skin. 

"Doug, oh, yesssssssl" 

His hand had stroked around her shapely buttocks to feel and find, then to 
rub, her cunt. She felt a wildness, a driving desire that surprised her. It 
felt so good to have her sex stroked. At the same time she felt ashamed at 
the rich stain her cunt oils had put on her pajamas, and now his hand. 

"Baby, you are hot!" 

"We ... shouldn't do this ... to Evelyn," she gasped. "I feel so guilty!" 

"You need it. I need it." 

He snuggled his hand inside her thick, rich dark curls with only a touch of 
grey. The sexiness of this older woman astonished him. Thrilled him. He 
brought her head back to its unfinished business on his pecker. 

"AHHHH," he sighed as he felt her mouth seize and suction once more on his 
overdue stiff-stander. "HEAVENNNNN!" 

It had been ages, even when Fred was alive, since she'd eaten a male blade. 
But of course the good things about it hadn't changed since the days of the 
cavemen. She used her pink tongue to circle the ridge of his prick head, 
nibbling in between, and then grooving with her teeth. When she used her 
teeth the reddened skin went white for a few seconds and Doug gasped at the 
surge of pleasure. His sex nerves seemed crazed with happy sensations. His 
manhood was throbbing with powerful squeezes, but not with orgasm, not yet. 
A beautiful, glistening spread of crystal-clear preseminal fluid oozed up 
once more. 

She used his silken honey to smear around the sensitive cock head with one 
finger as she ate down one side of his shaft. He tensed in pleasure. 

"You can do it. Oh, Naomi, I'm on fire. I've got hot nuts baby. Suck me 
off!" 

"Of course," she laughed. "Do you think I'm some stupid kid, afraid of the 
lovely sperm you're carrying?" 

For some reason she flashed on her daughter, Veronica, and she wondered what 
Veronica was doing at this moment. Not having sex, that was for sure. 
Veronica, at twenty, was still a virgin, which sometimes made Naomi proud 
and other times made her contemptuous of her beautiful blonde daughter. 

Let the younger generation wait for a while, she thought, thrilling. I've 
got a lot of sex mileage left. 

"UH ... DOUG!" she gasped. 

Doug, in his growing excitement, slid his hand inside of her soft white 
pajamas. He began to jack off her cunt, sinking a finger into her soft mass 
of sex, finding her clitoris, rubbing it, and opening her tunnel as her 
excited cunt oiled furiously at this rare chance to function. They both 
could hear the sexy slurping sound of her warm, wet sex flesh as it 
responded to his fingers as she moved her loins in rhythmic response. 

"Ahhh, Doug, luv-leeee," she gasped. 

She went back to his cock, dabbed at and nibbled his tight balls, and then 
resumed her luxurious suck on his delighted cock shaft. Once again she 
marveled at how she could control and excite a man's whole, huge body with 
just a little pressure and grooving on his sex tube. 

Yet even as she pumped on his cock, her own thrills multiplied enormously. 
She was so hungry for this intimate love-sex contact! Like a human dying of 
thirst on the desert, suddenly finding an oasis. Those muscles in her cunt 
traced fiery joy throughout her loins as he fingered her. 

"Doug, I CAN HARDLY ST-ST-STAND IT! AH, AH, AH," she went, dizzy with the 
pleasure. She humped like a silly little girl on his fingers, opening her 
cunt and her body to him, giving huge sighs of delight and tensing her 
buttocks to extract full joy from the friction. Her well-springs of sex 
juice flowed like a young river. 

"Baby, you NEED IT," he cried happily, jazzing her cunt faster and faster. 

"Oh, Doug. Oh, my God. You ... you ... sending me ... over ... " she whined. 

She could no longer concentrate on sucking his prick. She grabbed his cock 
tight in her fist, feeling the silken blade slip sexily with its coating of 
her honey saliva, making him groan in pleasure. 

"Go, you hot little bitch," he cried. 

"I-I-I ... uh, uh, uh." 

Her eyes got big with wonder as she plunged her body on his fingers feeling 
the reaming action tear her open in sweet, joyful motion. She hung there for 
long golden moments, holding his blade, riding on his fingers, giving up her 
femininity so long held in. 

"Can ... can't believe this," she managed with an embarrassed laugh. 

The only sounds in the room, were the wet, slippery sounds of her cunt being 
taken and her grunts of exquisite pleasure, plus his soft cries of surprise 
at the pleasures he gave her with simple masturbation. 

She hit her orgasm in a rush. The feeling inside of her was one of heavenly 
swelling, opening, giving . . . and then her body locked in its taken 
ecstasy. 

"AH ... YEEEEEEE," she cried out passionately. 

All her muscles locked down without any volition on her part. Her legs and 
her butt tightened to incredible tension. Her belly broke. Throb* throb, 
throb. Her cunt seemed to jump and clip on his fingers with wrenching joy. 
She couldn't breathe as she gasped off her surrender. 

"I ... OH, NOOO, TOOOOO MUCH. UH, UH, UH." 

"OHHHH, AHHHHH," he whispered, relishing her jerking, hot bunts of orgasmic 
joy, driven by his fingers. He regretted now that he hadn't fucked this 
dish. He could've driven her right out of her skull and made her faint with 
his prick. 

She passed her high peak of ecstasy and began to fall off with jerking 
throbs of pleasure as her orgasm tapered. She still had to grunt like an 
animal, but it got easier, and her panting eased, while her loins filled 
with the heavenly afterglow of being taken. 

"Ahhhhh, sooo beautiful, Doug. I loved it, looooved it!" 

"You've held yourself back too long," he said, squeezing her pelvic ridge in 
delight at her bold and open orgasm. Evelyn should have such fantastic 
orgasms. She never got this excited. 

Naomi rolled free to rest for a few moments. Doug reverently took down her 
pajama pants, revealing the sweetly curved thighs and legs. Then he took off 
her top to drink in the picture of her entire nudity. 

"You look sexier than I even thought you would," he told her. 

His prick remained locked tight, almost purple with its congestion. It was 
so sensitive that he knew he could never fuck her now, much as he wanted to. 
If her swollen little cunt gripped his prick, he'd explode before he could 
get it halfway in her. 

He ran his hands over her nudity, staring at the fast beat of her heart 
under the smooth skin, digging his hands into her ripe full breasts, 
stroking her as if he owned her. She was a dream. It was incredible to think 
she was fifteen years older than he. What a doll! 

She smiled up at him shyly, moist from the super sex run he'd given her. '- 
/ 

"Well, do I pass inspection." 

"World class," he muttered, hugging her and kissing her on the graceful 
throat. She was still breathing too fast to be able to kiss back. He stroked 
her long, lean body thinkings as he felt the warmth and fullness of her, how 
little he'd really known the Allisons. 

True, he and Fred had bought a cabin together up in Northern Minnesota, but 
they'd used it on alternate weekends. It had been a business arrangement. 
Fred had not been an easy man to get close to. In fact there was only that 
one time they shared a confidence. 

A warning bell went off in his mind. He hoped that Naomi wasn't going to 
bring that matter up'. . . 

He'd seen her a few times back then. He thought she was a really sexy fox, 
but until recently these matters were only idle speculation ... 

He pulled back while she took hold of his prick and resumed her cocksuck. 

"Baby, it won't take long," he whispered. 

His penis felt like he would scream with joy just to be touched. It had 
something to do with that luscious suck, plus putting the hot woman through 
her paces. He'd fantasized sex with another woman so much that he was white 
hot When the chance came. 

"Oh, Naomi, THAT IS SEXXXY," he went as he began to fuck into her mouth. 

She was all love business now, gingerly massaging his balls, sucking, 
tonguing and working up and down his shaft. He moaned and groaned, he 
twisted and gasped. He felt hot and shivery all over, his prick almost sore. 
Yet his selfish blade took and took a long couple of minutes rising, rising 
to the glory spill, even when he thought it had to come at once. Each bunt 
of his cock into Naomi's mouth brought a rush that wanted to carry him to 
climax, yet he surv* ^d to the next one. 

Suddenly he gave a ble ;. 

"HERE IT COMES! AHHHHH, MEEEEE!" 

The hair on the back of his head prickled in the final locking of his 
muscles in ecstasy and the rush of delight. He gave a fierce, controlled 
laugh shooting off his first liquid load. 

She took it and swallowed it and then he exploded into grunting shots of 
delirious joy, spending off for the first time in another woman's body than 
that of his wife. The pleasure and relief made him tense and rinse with 
maddened fury. A great part of the singing delight was her swift swallowing 
of his come, emptying him fully. 

He held her head and gave himself up to the male delight of shooting his 
sperm into the body of a woman, in this case down her throat. It never even 
occurred to him to deep-throat her. She already took his jism, far back, and 
kept sucking so that he got the electric pleasure of feeling his cum shoot 
straight up from the depths., of his body through his shaft, into her mouth 
and down her throat. 

"FUH ... FAAAB ... U ... LOUS," he groaned. 

It felt like he pitched the boiling hot cream from the bottoms of his feet 
and that his guts rushed out to add pleasure, melting from the heat of this 
white-hot semen. 

"MMMMMMM," she crooned, drinking and sucking. 

"AHHHH, MEEEE, SOOOO GOOD," he laughed and gave up to the last thrill and 
spurt of his sex milking. 

Emptied, glowing, he fell back to drift for long moments in the full 
euphoria of a perfect sex run. Once, only once in his work life as an 
insurance executive, had he cheated on Evelyn. It was a hooker at a 
convention, and she wasn't half what this was. 

They laid there for long moments, each lost in his or her thoughts, she 
naked and he with his shorts forgotten around his ankles. It was as if 
having savored this dark, secret and lascivious adultery, they had to adjust 
to the fact that they had taken carnal knowledge of each other. 

At last she sighed and said: 

"There'was-a famous American artist, George Caleb Bingham. He did pictures 
of life on the Mississippi, back in the nineteenth century." 

"Oh, yessss," said Doug, sitting up..He covered his face wearily with his 
hands. 

"Some of them sold for big money," she went on. "I had a reason to look it 
up, Doug. One in New York sold recently for nine hundred and eighty thousand 
dollars. That's close to a million. It was called the "Jolly River-boatmen". 
There are others." 

"I know, I know. The one you refer to was called "The Jolly Flatboatmen," 
not the "Riverboatmen". He also did political events on canvas. "County 
Election" is a famous one. He's one of Missouri's biggest artists of all 
time." 

"He also did one called "Bargeman's Sunday." It was owned recently by a 
Chicago family ... and it was insured against theft by ... your firm and 
Fred's. Glacier Lake Insurance." 

Doug looked at her in misery: 

"Naomi, I hope you don't think- ... " 

"It was stolen, Doug. The insurance was for two hundred thousand dollars. 
But Glacier Lake never paid two hundred thousand dollars. The picture was 
never recovered either . . . A week ago I got a call from a man named 
Harrison Clark ... -' 

"Oh, goddam," said Doug. 

"Doug," said Naomi, "Clark paid that two hundred thousand to the family that 
the picture was stolen from, not the insurance company. He agreed to pay 
four hundred thousand more for it. He never got the picture, and he never 
paid the money." 

"Naomi ... " 

"He wants the picture, Doug, I need that four hundred thousand dollars, I 
need itdesperately. Fred's life insurance money has nearly run out, and my 
chances of getting a job ... at forty-five, unskilled ... " 

"Listen, girl, Fred was in Claims. I'm in Premiums. I ... " 

"I'm desperate, Doug. It was Fred's legacy to me. Tell me the story ..." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Looking back on that fabulous but harrowing night with Naomi Allison two 
days later, Doug Sandstrom wondered if he should've told the dark-haired 
woman everything that he had told her. He was pretty sure that Fred had 
never meant that picture, or the money from it, to go to Naomi. If anything, 
Fred wanted it to go to the blonde young woman now at Doug's side ... 
Veronica Allison, twenty year old daughter of Fred and Naomi. 

The problem was ... what had happened to that picture? He certainly didn't 
have it, and, in fact, Doug had never laid eyes on it. It was a screwy, wild 
deal that Fred, as Senior Claims Agent, worked out in hopes of buying the 
retirement farm he had always wanted. Fred didn't know then he was to die in 
a stupid auto accident in Minneapolis's first snow of last winter. 

Doug had assumed that Fred had finished the project. He certainly wanted no 
part of it ... then. Now ... well, he wasn't so sure. That was why he and 
Fred's daughter ... and Naomi's daughter, too ... drove to the cabin in the 
Northern Minnesota woods. It was the cabin that he and Fred had bought 
jointly but always used separately. 

Naomi had told him that other night that she had searched everywhere in her 
house for the picture she thought Fred had had when he died. She had also 
searched in the cabin. Doug, seeing her desperate mood, thought that her 
search could hardly have been thorough. 

There was also the chance that young Veronica Allison knew about that 
picture, or that Fred had told her something that would bear on finding it. 

"You don't live with your mother, then," he said to Veronica as they sped 
along towards the cabin. 

"No," said Veronica. "Even before poor Dad was killed things weren't good at 
home. I was closer to him than her, and she always resented it. It's been 
worse since. I have my own apartment. I don't see much of her." 

"I didn't even know you worked at Glacier Lake, Veronica, until I saw you in 
my assistant's office yesterday. Then I remembered I'd seen you a couple of 
times at the cabin." 

"I want to sell insurance, Mr. Sandstrom. The best way to start is to work 
in the office as a clerk, I think. Maybe for a couple of years." 

"A good idea. Uh ... you go to the cabin much? I mean, with your father?" 

"Not too much. He wanted it to get away from people. Even Mom and me, 
sometimes. That's why we never really knew you or your wife, even when he 
owned it with you." 

He explained that four men originally had planned to buy it. Then one 
dropped out, and Fred fought with the other and bought him out. "So my 
part's only a third, really," he finished. 

They drove in silence for a while as he tried to think of some way to ask 
the question he really wanted to ask ... if she knew anything about the 
Bingham picture, the missing canvas. 

He felt intensely aware of the girl's presence. She did not have her 
mother's direct sexuality. She was blonde where Naomi was dark-haired. 
Veronica's face was more circular than Naomi's, with a cute, turned up nose. 
She had a beautiful mouth and her mother's lustrous skin. Her figure was 
more rounded, softer than her mother's, almost voluptuous. She had elegant 
breasts, thighs, hips and legs and a chubby butt that wouldn't stop. 

It tickled Doug to think he'd had sex with this girl's mother and she didn't 
know it. Wouldn't it be great if he could get a little something on with the 
daughter too? What man didn't have the fantasy of screwing both a mother and 
a daughter, especially when they had the looks of this pair, Naomi and 
Veronica. Both had those healthy, attractive bodies that came from good 
Swedish Minnesota stock. Of course he dare not approach the girl. Peter, his 
assistant, was the girl's weekend date and would be up to the cabin tomorrow 
if not tonight. It was Friday night. 

They drove through the glacial hills of northern 

Minnesota, thick with forest, drawing in the sharp, tangy air of unpolluted 
outdoors. They drew close to the cabin, so he had to get on with the 
business of the picture. 

He went directly to it: 

"Veronica, did your father ever say anything to you about a valuable picture 
that he had access to? It was done by ah artist named George Caleb Bingham 
and it's worth several thousand dollars." 

She gave him a strange look. "Funny you should mention that. Just before he 
died he was all excited about some big deal he had going. He always wanted 
to buy a farm to retire on, you know. Could that be it?" 

He felt disappointed. Apparently she knew nothing of the Bingham. He said it 
might be. He said her mother had asked about it, and he might have a close 
look around the cabin ... in case Fred might've stashed it there, or left 
some evidence. To his surprise, Veronica seemed totally uninterested in the 
subject. He became aware that she was nervous, lighting cigarettes, putting 
them out, twisting her hands, clearing her throat but not speaking. 

They came to the small village, the last stop before the cabin. As they 
swung through the streets, the big intrastate bus was just pulling out. 
Veronica suddenly said: "STOP!" 

Puzzled, Doug eased the car to a stop before the general store. She looked 
at him with troubled blue eyes. 

"Mr. Sandstrom, I've come up here under false pretenses. I invited myself, 
and you were kind enough not to ask questions. Peter's coming up tomorrow, 
not tonight..." 

Her voice trailed off and she looked miserable. 

"Mr. Sandstrom, do I look like a virgin?" 

He was so startled that his jaw literally dropped. 

"Veronica, I ... I'm not sure what a virgin's supposed to look like. Uh ... 
you have a sweet, innocent look, I guess." 

"Well, I am a virgin, but I'm tired of it. I'm falling in love with Peter, 
your assistant. It would kill me if we would do something this weekend, and 
he'd find out I was a virgin" 

"It would?" he squeaked. 

The whole tenor of the conversation stunned him. He flashed back to that 
other stunning surprise a couple of days before when this girl's mother had 
suddenly offered herself, during the bridge night. 

"Mr. Sandstrom these days you don't tell a boy you're a virgin. That's 
supposed to be over with in high school. He figures if you're still a 
virgin, you're out to get married^to him, hook him. Or if you're twenty and 
still plugged there's something wrong with you." 

"Is ... that ... r-r-right?" he stuttered. 

"I ... I had the crazy idea I could have some sex tonight. Then tomorrow 
Peter wouldn't know. That's why I invited myself on your ride up here. Now I 
see how dumb that is. I thought things would just ... happen ... but ... 
you're too nice a man, now that we've talked, and you're married and my 
mother plays bridge with your wife, everything." 

He just stared at her. He began to get a warm feeling in his cock. 

"So put me on the bus back to Minneapolis. You can run it down at the next 
stop. It was a weird idea, and I apologize." 

"You ... me ... sex ... " he stuttered. 

"Oh, I LIKE you. I really do. I really wasn't trying to use you. But I need 
an older man who knows ... what to do, is all. I just thought ... " 

He almost went out of his mind in delight. A few days ago his own sex life 
was so screwed up that he was ready to cut his throat, the way Evelyn was. 
Then came that fabulous night of oral sex with Naomi. At best he'd hoped to 
sneak another date with her, possible because Evelyn liked her 
bridge-playing. Now this. 

"Oh, sure," he said, "sure I could help. Whatever." 

He started the car again, his spirits singing. 

She rushed on in her compulsive confession: 

"People are so dumb about sex. All the books say you have to learn about it. 
You know ... stop ... ask questions ... make mistakes. You should do all 
that before you go with someone you really love, so it's automatic and you 
can really enjoy it then. Once I read about a tribe somewhere ... the old 
men taught the young girls and the old women taught the young men. That 
makes sense to me." 

"That makes sensel" he cried. "Does it ever." 

She was blushing, but she suddenly looked at him with sparkling eyes and 
laughed. 

"You're going the wrong way, Mr. Sandstrom ... Doug. You're following the 
bus!" 

He swerved in a fast U turn and headed back for the cabin. 

"Baby," he breathed, "you're just like your father. You think things 
through!" 

All of the way through dinner they were both too nervous to act normally. 
Doug kept dropping things and muttering. Veronica babbled on about all the 
books on sex she'd read. When they sat down to eat, Doug took three 
mouthsful and then cried: 

"Well, I guess it's time to do the dishes and think about bed!" 

She leaned back once again and laughed. 

"We are a pair, Doug. Look at this dinner. Three different kinds of beans 
and scrambled eggs; I guess we should just get to the main thing and worry 
about eating later." 

"Yes. I should be making it smooth, not jumping around like a nervous cat." 

"Is it really all right if you cheat on your wife?" 

"Ronnie, I HAVE to cheat on her. I'll explain that someday. Come on ... " 

He was afraid that Evelyn might drive up to the cabin. He'd told her earlier 
that he was coming up with Naomi Allison to look the place over and think 
about selling it, because Naomi needed the money. For some reason, Evelyn 
trusted Naomi and wasn't the least bit suspicious. 

He'd forgotten Naomi's other appeal for Evelyn.. Just before he left, Evelyn 
said: 

"I might drive up to the cabin myself, Doug. Tonight. If Naomi's there, we 
might find a fourth for bridge." 

That was possible, of course. In these days of the popularity of snowmobiles 
and skiing, half the cabins were occupied whenever the roads were open. 
Minnesota didn't have the mountains for skiing, but there were plenty of 
cross-country ski buffs . . ... 

Doug could hardly believe that Evelyn would give up her comfortable place by 
the fire and in front of the TV on a cold night like this. There'd already 
been one light snow. Bilt Evelyn had surprised him before. 

Every time car lights flashed across the cabin windows he cringed. All he 
could think about was his tremendous luck ... and what a shame it would be 
if he lost this chance. 

He quickly went into one of the bedrooms and stripped. A few moments later 
Veronica entered shyly, dressed in a robe. He hugged her and kissed her 
passionately. She wouldn't open her mouth and pulled back. 

"Doug ... do we have to kiss?" 

"It's one way of getting to know one another," he insisted. He felt settled 
down now, ready to enjoy his bonanza hugely. 

He opened her robe and gasped at her girlish beauty. She still wore her bra 
and panties but there was plenty of gleaming skin, soft curves, pink flesh, 
all so appealing. 

"Do you have to look at me?" she complained. 

He could see how scared she was. Her voice was too high and her eyes opening 
wide, her breathing becoming fast. 

"Yes, and you must look at me, dear. Look at my huge penis. Look at my 
cock!" 

He'd been hard since undressing. The very idea of taking the virginity of 
this luscious blonde turned his prick into iron. 

Her eyes darted down and then up again. She blushed. 

"It doesn't b-b-bother me. It doesn't scare me. I've read lots of books. 
I've seen hundreds of pictures." There was a fast pulse at her throat and 
she closed her eyes and for an instant her body swayed. He led her to the 
bed. 

"Are you all right?" 

"I ... feel a little sick." 

"Lay down. Masturbate." 

"What?" 

"You're not ready for my body. You must make your own comfortable. You do 
know how to masturbate, don't you?" 

"Of course." 

She opened her legs slightly and began to rub inside her glistening pink 
pussy. Doug took one look at those soft inner thighs, her vagina outlined in 
the panties. The little filly would be the prime fuck soon. 

"Open your mouth," he demanded. 

"What?" 

He smoothly ran two fingers in over her silken lips. 

"Suck on my fingers. We're going to have oral sex first so you can get used 
to me." 

"MMMMMMM ." 

She rolled her eyes but sucked on his fingers. It was real sexy feeling 
around in the girl's hot mouth, her soft inner cheeks, her teeth, her 
slippery little tongue. He pinched her tongue, drawing the pink, wet organ 
out of her mouth. 

"MRAWRRRR," she protested. 

"That devil tongue alone will turn your lovers on fire," he laughed. 

After she'd sucked for a minute, he reached down and placed her hands inside 
her panties. Then he slid off that covering. It was all right because her 
hand covered her pelvic ridge and cunt as she gently jogged herself. She 
lifted -her ass in a regular rhythm while her eyes began to glaze. 

He stretched out beside her, his loins next to her shoulders. 

"Close your eyes, Veronica. Open your mouth." 

"Oh, D-Doug ... " 

"Do it!" 

She did so. He grasped her head, turned it and fed his cock into her mouth. 
He felt her teeth, her tongue, her heat and thrilled. She jerked as if she'd 
been shot. She spewed his cock out. _"Oh, Doug, I CAN'T!" 

"We'll see." 

He reached over and pulled her body up on its side. He removed her hand from 
her vagina. He saw sweet, swollen cunt lips and gleaming juices. He plunged 
his mouth onto her sex fountain. 

"DOUG!" she screamed. "YOU'RE ... EATING ... MEEE ... MY BOX!" 

"Heavenly days!" he laughed. He turned to grin at her up her body, his lower 
face smeared with her cunt juices. "You smell-taste ... gorgeous!" 

He plunged his mouth back on her pussy, inhaling the sweet flavors of her 
girlhood, seeking her clitoris. When he found it she began to hump on his 
face. 

"DOUG ... IT'S TOO EM ... BARRASSING! OH, OH, OH." 

"It's all right," he soothed her. "It's supposed to feel good." 

He split her cunt lips with his tongue and relished slick young tissue. He 
felt inside her. THERE IT WAS. She had a strong hymen. She was a virgin, all 
right. He began to work her cunt expertly the way Evelyn liked it, or used 
to like it. 

He sucked hard, as if to pull her cunt out of her body. She gasped in 
pleasure. He split her lips open and drubbed her clit, making her quiver and 
bunt against his mouth. He inhaled a circle of flesh around her, clit, 
gently brushing her main sex nerve with his tongue while she grunted in awed 
pleasure. 

"Doug. Oh, my heavens. It does feel so good. Oh, I didn 't realize ... girls 
got eaten." 

"Wasn't ... mmmm ... that in your books." 

"Doug ... for heaven's sake. It feels TOO GOOD!" 

He had her whole body going now. As the newness of the sex lock wore off, 
the pleasure began to get to her ... . 

Veronica had feared her first sex almost as much as a major operation. She 
knew her background was different than most girls. Her father had impressed 
the need for chastity on her all the way through high school, and she 
believed him. When the others did, she didn't. Then about two years ago, 
when she was eighteen, had come that odd, weird, extremely sexy episode with 
her father. It was only that one time, yet even as she cherished it, it made 
her fear men and their rigid cocks. 

She turned to books about sex, reading and thinking about it, discussing it. 
She masturbated heavily and worried ... not about the masturbation. The 
books reassured her on that, saying she couldn't love the bodies of others 
until she learned to love the sensations of her own body. 

Debbie Payne, a co-worker at Glacier Lake, turned her around some. 

"Look Veronica, you're a mental type, maybe just a little cold. So there's 
nothing wrong with that. Too many chicks run around with soft wet cunts 
looking for some idiot's ballbat. You won't get trapped." 

"But, Debbie, someday I've got to do-something ... " 

"Sure. .In your own way. Pick some guy that's understanding. Tell him you 
want to learn about sex without a lot of gushy sentiment. Pick an older guy. 
Go at it like learning to sew a dress. That's your natural way." 

She'd done just that, and it was working fine. For the first time in her 
life she had a guy's mouth right on her clit. The way he slurped up her 
juices and swallowed them, smacking his lips and going "ahhh!" excited her. 
The pressure on her clit sent lusty fires flaring up and down her belly and 
thighs. She felt her body achieve a heavenly heat. She felt her nipples 
swell and she felt a sweet desire to go forward, not pull back. 

"Ahhh, meeee, we're doing it, Doug." 

"All the way, child. You'll be a super great lover." 

She felt him unfasten her bra, push it loose. She felt his excitement as one 
hand began to knead her big breasts. She had good ones, that was a fact. 
High. Perfectly round. The aureoles were a blushing pink and the young 
nipples strained up in the glory of a deeper pink. Her breasts were hot and 
sensitive, thrilling her as Doug played with them. 

She was pleased at his compliment that she'd be a great lover. She was 
feeling hotter and more animal, the way the books said. She had had a deep, 
disturbing fear that she'd be a woman who couldn't have orgasms. Cold. The 
way her body shivered and quivered, the way she held that sexy secret inside 
of her, she wanted to laugh in relief. She was not cold. She was going to 
explode into a fantastic orgasm. 

"Ahh, Doug, I ... eee ... " 

It felt so good she just had to do something with her hands. She reached 
out. She found Doug's stiff, hot cock. She stuffed it into her mouth. 

"AHHH, BABEEEE," he yelped in pleasure. 

It scared her and it pleased her with the taste of human meat in her mouth 
and his quick thrusts of pleasure. She sucked hard. He howled. 

"Veronica ... feels ... great ... but not so hard. Easier, dolllll." 

She giggled happily around his prick stuffed in her face. You learned 
something new every few seconds in this fascinating, pleasure-filled game. 
She concentrated on pleasing the big penis that no longer scared her and in 
savoring the rich, rich feelings that suffused her belly. Oh, her lover did 
know how to please her cunt. 

Her embarrassed pushes became strong belly bucks of delight as he reamed her 
cunt. She was forced to grunt in her pleasure. She got dizzy from his 
ministrations and then began to go wild with the unending rise of pleasure 
sensations. In some ways it frightened her to feel her body want to lock in 
a crazy paralysis, as if she didn't know what would happen after that. It 
was shivery, scarey to give up her body to these overpowering sensations. 

"Doug ... maybe we ... should rest a while," she gasped. 

He just kept right on eating her cunt. She quickly saw why. Her soft thighs 
pressed tightly around his head as he ate her cunt. He couldn't possibly 
hear a word she said. It felt too good for her to be able to open her legs. 
His tongue was a small, wet animal that drove her high with continuous 
streaks of joy. 

She felt the beginning contractions throughout her belly. The madness was 
upon her, a glorious seizure that demanded she give up her body and her 
sexuality. 

"Oh ... my goodness. I ... CAN'T ... STOP IT!" she moaned. "Oh-HAH! Oh ... 
HAH!" 

The ultimate seizure of flooding pleasure locked all her muscles. She 
strained up, whining. "Ah-eh, ah-eh, ah-eh," she sang. 

"OOOOOOOOOO." 

She didn't recognize the voice as her own. There was an animal wildness that 
scared her. But she tensed completely ... then caught her breasts at the 
last second and dug her palms in and went over the waterfall of joy. 

Her cunt locked, quaking in searing joy and tension-relief. It was as if her 
empty cunt kneaded and squeezed down on itself in wild, happy feeling, with 
spasm after spasm while she grunted and the rest of her body jerked. 

"SOOOO ... GOOOD," she cried, giving it all up. 

Her excitement had been so high that she went into a spent daze after her 
releasing orgasm began to ease. She glowed throughout her body as she gave 
off occasional late quakes in diminishing runs to finish her trip. Glorious! 

"I CAN HAVE ORGASMS!" she cried, at last able to let her legs fall free of 
Doug's head. 

He heard that. 

"Oh, yes, you can young lady. Wild, happy ones," he said. "You're a lot 
sexier than you think you are. Maybe the books helped." 

She laughed in happy relief at the success of her first real sex with a man. 
Somehow that time with her father didn't count. 

"Maybe. You helped the most. Doug, thank you. You were magnificent." 

He stretched out on the bed. His big prick still stood up, red and hard. 

"Now's your chance to be magnificent, Veronica." 

She laughed and boldly seized his rod. The fact that he'd reamed her pussy 
with his mouth made it all right for her to ream his cock the same wonderful 
way. 

Admitted now to the secret world of adult sexuality, she no longer feared 
the proud jabber. She took it in her hand, feeling its heat, studying its 
odd construction. Above two full round balls, it jutted out from his belly 
.at an angle. The skin seemed tighter on the top of the cock shaft than the 
underside, It gleamed as if it had been oiled. She guessed that was the 
tightness of the skin. Big veins vanished into the rigid muscle interior. 
The spear-shaped head looked slightly darker than the rest of the prick. It 
was near purple right now. It had a hooded, snake's head look that she 
guessed gave a slight touch of menace that added to excitement. 

The tight skin slipped smoothly in her hand. It had a vague meat taste when 
she slid it into her mouth. The pleasure nerves had to be fantastic, because 
as she sucked, Doug gasped, made quick little bunt movements and sighed 
happily. 

"Can't l-last long, Ronnie," he said. "1 get too hot ... when I see a woman 
go ... make a woman go. You went terrifically." 

It was exactly like that night with Veronica's mother. His prick was almost 
sore with pleasure. The only way he could think of it was as a LATE feeling, 
one of being overdone, so that the slightest touch would make him lock and 
spurt a gallon of jism. 

Yet as Veronica resumed cocksucking, his lever was not tripped. His seed 
continued to boil deliciously inside of him, white-hot but still sealed in. 
These were the highest, juiciest moments of sex for him. His body felt fully 
alive, his nerves screwed tight to a delightful pitch, his manhood extending 
and about to burst. 

He instructed Veronica as long as he could ... teaching her how to use her 
tongue inside and outside of her mouth, curling around his cock head. -He 
showed her how to use her teeth to add to his pleasure ... not too hard, not 
too soft. He taught her how to stroke the base of his shaft while she ate 
the top ... how to fondle his balls gently, how she could even take each sac 
into her mouth and give him pleasure if she were extremely careful. 

A hot wire suddenly shot to life all up and down his backbone and his body. 

"OH, AHHHHH! HERE IT C-C-COMES," he warned her. "YOU HAVE TO D-D-DEE ... 
DRINK ... UH ... IT." 

That had never occurred to her. She bravely held on as she felt him wince at 
the surge of ultimate pleasure and then his belly muscles went hard. He gave 
a wounding groan of pleasure. 

"NOW!" he gasped with intense feeling. 

His first burst of cum boiled into her mouth. She felt the body-hot liquid 
grease her mouth and down her throat it went. Her mouth filled again as he 
whined in pleasure. She drank that. And he spurted again and again, emptying 
his huge load from his balls. 

All at once she couldn't handle it any more. It tasted sooo-good! There was 
a starchy, acid tang to it. She realized what she was doing ... drinking a 
man's cock products, his lifestuff, which scared her. She had to release the 
spuming cock. 

It didn't matter that much to Doug's pleasure. She still held his cock with 
one hand and jacked him off as he continued to ejaculate. He'd had the 
thrill of those first spurts going down her throat. 

It was deliciously comical to watch her face as he experienced his finishing 
gouts of joy. She held the cock and stared at it as if witnessing a miracle. 
His stuff squirted on her soft cheeks, making her blink, but she was so 
fascinated she didn't even try to get out of the way. 

At last he finished and gave a great sigh of relief. 

"Almost perfect, Veronica. Next time you'll drink it all." 

"Of course." She reached for a tissue and wiped it off her cheeks. 

She stared at her hand. The last spurts had barely cleared his prick hole 
and the grey-white sperm oozed down her hand. She let go of his cock, 
brought her hand to her mouth and licked the stuff off, curious and still 
absorbed. It was so sexy, to see the virgin young girl licking his jism off 
her hand that he almost spurted some more. 

"Veronica, Veronica," he laughed. "You're a real sex buff." 

She looked up at his face in surprise, then laughed. 

"Well, it is my first time." 

Car lights swept across the window. This time they did not vanish. They 
locked on the window. 

Doug jumped up, going for his clothes. 

"Jesus Christ, I was afraid of that. My wife! She threatened to come up 
here." 

"Does she know I'm here?" Veronica asked, also jumping for her clothes. 

"No," he said in misery, remembering the lie he'd told Evelyn about Naomi 
being up here. 

"Then I'll duck out the back," she said flatly. "There's a nine o'clock bus 
going back to Minneapolis from the village. Remember? It's not much more 
than a mile walk to the village and not that cold ... not for a Minnesota 
Swede!" 

She dressed rapidly, grabbing her small overnight case. Doug didn't want her 
to go, but the fun was over, for sure, for tonight. It would be better if 
Evelyn found him alone. Fortunately it took Evelyn a good five minutes to 
back and fill, to park in front of the cabin. It was hard enough with one 
car, on account of the tree stumps. For the second car, it took time. 

Veronica scooted to the back door. Doug gave her a quick kiss and she 
disappeared into the night. He breathed a sigh of relief, made a stab at 
changing the dishes for the dinner they'd never eaten to obscure the fact 
that there'd been two people and was reasonably composed when the door 
opened. 

It was not Evelyn who walked through the door. When he saw who it was he was 
doubly thankful that Veronica had escaped. It was her mother ... Naomi 
instead! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Uh ... Naomi," he said in a not very stirring greeting. 

She wore her fur coat, light-colored, and boots and a golden jump suit 
underneath. With the sparkle the full night put in her eyes and the blush 
from the tangy weather on'her cheeks, she looked about twenty-five * not at 
all like the mother of the young blonde who'd just left by the rear door. 

"I heard I was up here with you," she said. "I thought it was an interesting 
idea, so I turned it into reality." 

"From ... from Evelyn?" he gulped. 

"Yes. But you are not to worry, my dear Doug." There was some sarcasm in her 
voice. "I covered for you. I pretended I was calling from the village. Then 
I came on up. What was it you told your wife? That we were to discuss 
selling this place because I'm short on money. At least that's true ... the 
money shortage." 

"I was only ... I was just ... " 

"Looking for that picture that Fred hid," she finished. "Why don't I join 
you in that project, dear man? Especially since it's my picture anyway. We 
could share, you know." 

"Now, Naomi, you sound hostile." 

"Just an ordinary widow, trying to get along. It's easy to get a job ... at 
two dollars an hour, which is just enough to assure me losing the money I do 
have saved, by having to supplement my monthly costs. And keep me off 
welfare until I really go broke." 

"I know it's been difficult." 

"I'm not complaining, Doug." She examined the table and the mess of food 
that sat there. She tasted some of the eggs. "It just seems strange that my 
daughter, with no more work experience than I, can make three times what I 
make. The only difference is that she's twenty and I'm forty-five. Your 
company ... all companies ... will pay any price for youth." 

"I would hope so, it being Fred's deal alone." She sank into a chair and her 
face deflated. "I'm being a harpy. I'm sorry, Doug. I am a little desperate 
for money. When these people called me and wanted to buy the picture that 
Fred was supposed to have sold them, I'll admit I got excited." 

"How come they waited so long." 

"Mr. Clark wanted to be sure there were no repercussions from Fred's death. 
He figured it might show up in the estate, or it might not and that would 
take a year to settle. If he asked questions too soon, it might get him into 
trouble. Could it?" 

Doug sank down in a chair, beginning to relax himself. 

"I don't think so, Naomi. Let me tell you what I suspect happened. It would 
account for all the facts and tell us how to proceed." 

His theory was that Fred had run into a piece of luck when he went to the 
family that owned the "Bargeman" picture and told them it was time to renew 
the insurance on it. First of all, the picture was underinsured. With 
inflation it was worth two or even three times the original two hundred 
thousand insurance ... especially with inflation-fighters buying so much 
gold, diamonds and art objects these days. 

The man who'd bought and held onto the picture was dead. His heirs cared 
neither about the picture nor did they want to pay the premiums on 
insurance. The son wanted his money working, not stuck on a piece of canvas 
on a wall. Yet he didn't trust art dealers. Nor want to take the time to 
study up on it. That was where Fred saw a chance to make some dollars. 

Apparently he found a hot buyer in the shape of a Chicago millionaire. The 
man was willing to pay six hundred and fifty thousand for the picture. Fred 
went back to the reckless, indifferent son and offered two hundred and fifty 
thousand. The non-artistic young man grabbed the deal. He gave Fred the 
picture and a bill of sale. Fred got two hundred and fifty thousand from the 
Chicago man. 

"I know he had a hot, secret trip to Chicago," Naomi nodded. 

"Showed the picture to be authenticated by some expert to satisfy Harrison 
Clark, showed the bill of sale, but not the signature. He had to keep the 
seller secret so they wouldn't deal around him," said Doug. "Then he got the 
two hundred and fifty grand from Harrison Clark and paid off the old owner." 

"But why didn't he complete the deal and pocket the other four hundred 
thousand?" asked Naomi. 

Doug thought there might be two reasons. One was he wanted the payment made 
in such a way as to avoid taxes for himself. A big tax bite could eat up 
half the proceeds on such a lump sum. Or else, excited by the easy money, he 
looked around for an even more willing buyer. 

"After all," Doug said, "he must have known that a Bingham had gone for a 
lot more, almost a million. If he could only find an eight hundred thousand 
buyer, he could pay off Clark and tell him 'tough luck'." 

"Fred would do that," said Naomi. "When it came to that retirement farm, he 
was obviously out for blood. He probably held it, stalling Clark as long as 
he could, don't you think." 

"Yes. Fred as Senior Claims Agent knew his way around the Midwest art world. 
He'd know other rich collectors, or dealers." 

"But he got killed in that car accident before he could find somebody else, 
or deliver to Harrison Clark. So the picture and bill of sale are where he 
hid them . . . But how'd you know he was up to something, Doug?" 

"He had to tell me. He saw one weakness in his plan. If one of our eager 
salesman went to the original owner to re-insure the salesman would tip the 
son that his picture was way underpriced. He didn't want any insurance 
salesman talking to the original owner." 

"You helped?" 

Doug shrugged. "Of course. It wasn't illegal. We'd get our own as a company 
if we could sell a higher in- surance policy to the new owner. So I buried 
the policy expiration at his request. That was all." 

They sat in silence, listening to the soft moan of the wind in the pines 
outside, thinking about Fred Allison's' big operation of a year ago and how 
close he came to pulling it off. 

"Uh, Naomi," said Doug. "You know you're on the hook to Harrison Clark. 
After all, Fred borrowed two hundred and fifty thousand from him. There has 
to be a note, probably a year note, just about due to expire. You'll have to 
give back two hundred and fifty thousand ... or produce the picture and bill 
of sale ... or else ... " 

"Or else ... what?" wailed Naomi. 

"Clark can grab all of your assets. Your house, which is probably only worth 
fifty thousand, your car, your savings account ... whatever Fred left you." 

Naomi jumped up. 

"We've GOT to find that picture, Doug. I'll cut you in on part of it." 

"So Clark did threaten you." 

"Yes; He said about what you said. It was a no-interest loan, but it's 
already due. He gave me a month to return his money or he'd go to cOurt." 

"Let's start looking," said Doug. He'd already decided what he wanted if he 
could find that picture. A hundred thousand would be enough. He had his 
reasons for wanting that. Three hundred thousand would be enough to set up 
Naomi for her older years . . . 

They made a thorough search of the cabin lasting until midnight. During that 
time, Naomi found that Doug showed more and more interest in her and less 
and less in the search. At first his advances were verbal, but as the time 
passed he got more and more physical. 

"Look, Doug," she finally told him, "if we're going to be partners in the 
search for the picture, let's not complicate it with other things." 

"Naomi," he said, his eyes glittering in hope, "that other night was so 
great." 

"I was all shook up then, confused," she explained. 

She'd gone through three phases after the great oral sex with Doug. At first 
she was deeply excited to think she was still so attractive to turn Doug on, 
as well as delighted to find that she enjoyed sex even more than she used 
to. 

The next day, shopping with Evelyn, guilt set in. She tried to find out what 
was wrong between Evelyn and Doug. 

"Men want sex all the fucking time, Evelyn shook her head in despair. "After 
six years it's time Doug grew up a little. I let myself get fat to cool him 
down. When I'm ready I'll go slim and then we'll have children. If you don't 
control it, men will stay selfish boys." 

"But isn't that chancey? Doug's very attractive." 

"Oh, Doug has a young girl friend from the office," said Evelyn loftily. 
"I'm sure of that. These insurance companies are loaded with young women, 
hot to trot." 

"You don't mind his adultery?" gasped Naomi. 

"Of course I mind it. It's part of my plan, though. I'm giving him a short, 
sweet fling. Then I'll catch him and really scare him white. He'll toe the 
line for years. Let 'em take a short fling, pull 'em back. That's more 
effective than wearing it out until they leave in boredom." 

"But, Evelyn, you're only thirty, and ... " 

"Twenty-nine," snapped the fat woman. 

Naomi felt less guilty. Tonight she was sure Doug had his young woman here 
in the cabin. That crazy meal, the messed up bed, his nervousness. She 
wondered who it was. Probably one of the insurance girls, who'd taken off 
like a bat out of hell while Naomi was parking her car. She could easily 
walk to the village and hole up there, or even take a bus back down the 
pike. 

The idea of having sex with Doug turned her on more and more. Imagine 
plucking his penis when he already had a sweet young thing to play with! It 
meant she could have some jollies piggy-back to the other affair with Evelyn 
never finding out! Also, what a boost to the ego to harvest young Doug at 
her age behind the young girl's back. As the fruitless search began to bore 
her, she felt delicious anticipations all through her belly and thighs. 

Doug was ahead of her on feeling high. He realized he had a priceless chance 
to score on the sexy mother of the girl who'd sucked him ... on the same 
night, in the same bed. Was he nuts to get excited about that? He didn't 
think so ... he'd want Naomi even if she were a stranger. He got half-hard 
and panting just to be around the luscious brunette. 

At last he threw an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.her breast in the 
jumpsuit. 

"Naomi, I'm crazy about you. We'll never have another chance like this-" 

"Out of the question," she snapped. "I'm going to bed." 

She marched into the bedroom he'd used with his young lover and shut the 
door. She undressed feeling a little dizzy, hot, and juicy between her legs. 
It was going to be more than oral tonight. For the first time in ages she 
was going to make the whole trip. She got into bed, shaking a little, 
feeling weak in the knees. Already there was a series of hot streaks 
shooting up her belly. She could almost feel him inside of her. 

She began to rub her cunt, moaning a little. She felt good. Sex had put zest 
back into her life! 

He gave one tap as he opened the door and stood there looking at her, 
dressed only in his shorts. His cock lump was bigger than normal. 

"Naomi, kee ... uh ... can I get you a glass of water?" 

The sight of her brought his cock slowly to attention. Her dark hair was a 
mass of tumbled curls, her face soft, her mouth sensual. One naked breast 
was exposed out of the covers, the nipple rock hard. Under the covers her 
hand moved sexily between her legs as she worked herself, not hiding her 
arching, sinuous movements. 

"Bring a glass of wa ... water," she said. 

He was back so fast with the water it didn't seem as if he'd left. He came 
right up to the bed, set it down and pulled the covers free. Her inner 
thighs gleamed with her oily womanhood. Her pink cunt was swollen. Her eyes 
looked glazed. 

"Damn you, you're tricky," he said. He climbed into bed with her. 

"A woman ... has to know ... you really ... want it," she managed. 

His cock was rock hard as he grabbed her. 

She shook him loose. 

"We've got all nighVyou ruthless young adulterer. A woman wants love 
attention, romance, not quick push-pull." 

"Baby, I'm so hot," he murmured. 

He hugged her, kissing, feeling one of her tits. She was even hotter. She 
almost expired to feel his sexy young body, plastered hot to hers, that 
marvelous prick digging at her soft, supple belly, his eager tongue jamming 
inside of her lips. The pressure on her nipple crazed her. 

"Doug, Doug ... I think I'm-ah ... going to COME!" she cried. 

"But you said you wanted love play," he said, breaking off the kiss, working 
her breast, thrilling her out of her mind. 

"YOU STUPID YOUNG OAF ... " she cried out. "FUCK ME!" 

He murmured his confusion and annoyance and quickly mounted her. He found 
her hot, slippery cunt and dug his cock in. Her eyes opened wide as she felt 
his prick violation, felt the sweet friction opening her white-hot channel. 
She arched up gasping. 

"Why ... why ... you get me so hot ... fondling all evening ... oh, Doug!" 

He looked down on her naked body, the big breasts, the gleaming skin, the 
slack mouth, the staring, hot eyes. He felt the tremendous, hot clutch of 
her eager vagina. She undulated incredibly on his prick, sending furious 
thrills up his belly. 

"GOT TO ... GOT TO ... " she gasped. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" 

He almost came himself to feel her excitement. She gyrated up, hard against 
his pelvis, locked her loins and gave her sex up to him. Strong, feminine 
throbs squeezed on his cock while she whimpered her delight. 

"YOUNG PRICK!" she exulted. "YOUNG PRICK!" 

She panted like the hot bitch she was and gave his prick exquisite gloving 
spasms that heated him to high, instant pleasure. Never in his life had he 
touched a woman who came so quickly and easily. It made him feel like the 
king of the world to fuck her to glory with such few prick thrusts. My God, 
he must turn her on like fury. 

He laughed and hugged her, savoring her intense heat and her pleasure 
distress as she squirmed in taken splendor under the drive of his rod. 

"Naomi, you dig younger guys," he said. "I'm beginning to think I dig older 
women." 

"You ... think I like ... this?" she gasped. "You'll destroy my life ... I 
can't help ... crazy for your hard cock ... what it does. Oh, oh, oh, that 
feels so great." 

"You hate this?" he asked, astonished. 

"Of course ... I hate it ... your power ... " she managed. 

She tapered and relaxed, moist and supple in his arms. He'd never had an 
experience like this. Most young women were either casual or mouthed cliche 
words. All he could think of with Naomi was 'sex slave'. 

He fucked her faster, relishing the passive acceptance she gave him with 
growing delight. Imagine having such dominance over a woman that she had to 
give up her cunt to him even when it scared her and she didn't want to. 

His cock felt priceless, frictioning into the cunt of this older woman. He'd 
found a real treasure. His sex problems were over. t 

He kissed her cheeks and chin tenderly. 

"I promise I won't hurt you, Naomi." 

She turned her head away. 

"You'll screw me until I have to have it ... then drop me, Doug." 

"No, no." 

He pulled her head back and forced his tongue into her resisting mouth. She 
made a strangled sound in her throat and took it, as he rammed it deep. He 
wanted to use her completely, get inside her hot, wanting body and explode 
his maleness into her. Not to hurt her, but to make her scream with 
pleasure, locked to him for physical joy, not pain. 

Evelyn had ego. Most women had ego, holding back and rejecting even when you 
fucked them. This woman had none. She was as much his as the fingers on his 
hand or the toes on his feet. The sensation of owning totally her luscious, 
naked body made him thrust and fuck wildly. 

"Maybe I get stuck ... like it too much ... " he gasped. 

"N-no. You already got ... young lover," she said. 

He almost came when she said that. In this very bed he'd tossed a young girl 
hours before, this very woman's young daughter. 

"That's a lie!" he said, drilling her faster. 

"Smelled perfume ... when I came in ... found lip gloss in the bathroom." 

"No way," he insisted. 

Yet even that made him hotter to explode in her tight belly. The fact that 
she knew he had another woman and still had to open her legs for him excited 
him intensely. This Naomi was the prize fuck of his life, that was for sure. 

He felt her rise again to his plunging prick. 

"Oh, Doug ... you make me come ... again," she complained. 

"Enjoy it, Naomi. Live it up. You haven't been loved much lately." 

She felt scared now. The sex had turned out to be more intense, more 
exciting than she'd expected. In her monogamous life, she hadn't been so 
thrilled in years. That hard, relentless prick quickly took her measure and 
continued to enslave her with incredible friction that creamed her whole 
body. She'd never felt so fucked in her earlier sex life. Maybe she was gone 
on young lovers. 

She began grunting and twisting. 

"Nothing ... should feel so ... goooooooooood," she breathed. 

"You haven't got the attention you ... ah, ah-needed, baby," he said. 

She felt weak and dizzy from the ruthless manhood ravaging her. She felt as 
if her body slowly turned into a crazed clit, going high on the plunging 
blade that would drive her out of her mind. 

He sucked her bosoms again, increasing her sensitive delights, making her 
rock under him and-moan. The new orgasm started and grew with astonishing 
speed. 

"I think ... I have to ... " she gasped. 

Doug lived in seventh heaven. An orgasmic woman was a totally different kind 
of sex. Her yielding body, her gasps, tremors and shivers, made him feel as 
if his prick was ten feet long and made of steel ... except that the 
pleasure nerves were also gigantic. He felt orgasmic wildness sweep up his 
body. He simply fucked her faster, licking her tits, clutching her as if she 
were a life-jacket in a drowning situation. He gave into the total, glazed 
rapture in his prick, balls and belly. 

They rocked and tore and plunged on each other for golden seconds. 

"AWWWWWW, DOUG!" she screamed. 

She gave a cry of total pleasure wounding. She locked and froze oh his 
prick, emitting a series of happy whimpers. 

He went over the edge at the same time. 

"NAY ... NAY ... NAOMI, BABEEEEEEEEE," he shrieked. 

Throb, throb, throb. She gloved and gripped his cock and tried to suck it 
into her body in exquisite ecstasy as she burst her tension and paid off 
powerful spasms to his manhood. 

Almost at the same instant he peaked and spent in her. 

His first heavenly gush made him almost pass out with joy and relief. He 
felt it throb into her body past her quaking cunt and seed against her 
uterus. Wham, wham, wham. "Hah!" he went. "Hah!" 

They tensed and spent and clawed at each other, hugging, grunting, gasping, 
rocking, like a couple of wild animals out to destroy each other, yet it was 
all fierce pleasure from overloaded sex nerves, blasting them from sentient 
beings into passion wolves, primitive and reckless. 

"Ah, ah, ah." . "Oh, oh, oh." 

Long, magnificent seconds of outpouring glory went by before their lashings 
finally eased, rose again, eased and they both tapered, gasping as if they'd 
run a hot race. 

"WOOIEEEE," said Doug at last, laughing in happy relief. "That was a trip to 
happyland." "Another time would kill me." "Nonsense, dear girl. You're just 
not used to a passionate lover. You're strong, healthy, beautiful, and very 
... fuckable!" 

She smiled up at him shyly, glowing, euphoric. "I'm exhausted too. Can we 
sleep now?" They slept, folded in each other's arms . . . Towards dawn, Doug 
awoke, his body feeling as great as it had when he'd been twenty. Man, even 
with Evelyn in the best days he never experienced sex like this. He realized 
one of his favorite fantasies had come true. He'd sexed a mother and a 
daughter in the same bed on the same night. It was a silly thing ... yet the 
knowledge filled him with joy. 

He was almost afraid to look at his bed partner. She was, after all, an 
older woman. He looked ... then grinned. She looked just as sexy in the dawn 
light as she had in the heat of passion. There were only a few faint lines 
on her face to show she was older. From the shoulders down, she was smooth, 
supple and elegant, everything taut and rounded. Age takes only the face 
first, he realized. 

He began to grow hard. Then he heard a motorcycle putt-putting up the road. 
He sensed at once it came to the cabin. 

That would be Peter, his assistant. It would be terrible for the young guy 
to find him in bed with Veronica's mother. Peter had come up to find 
Veronica, and he might babble ... it was mad in several ways. 

Peter Erickson was one of those vigorous young types that would jump on his 
bike in the middle of the night and fly anywhere. So what was Doug to do 
now? 

By the time his assistant entered the cabin, Doug was in his robe, yawning 
and making coffee. 

"Listen, Peter," he said. "I'm up here with Mrs. Allison. She happens to be 
the mother of Veronica. So it might be a good idea if you didn't say 
anything about Veronica's supposed to be here." 

"Oh, yeah, I see, yeah," said Peter, his head swivel-ing towards the closed 
bedroom door. "Veronica isn't here, huh?" 

"No. She came up last night and went back on the bus. Or maybe she stayed in 
the Village and will come up later this morning." 

"It won't matter," said Peter. "Your wife's coming up. I talked to her last 
night. When she found out Mrs. Allison was here and I was coming up she said 
we could have a whole weekend free for bridge." 

"Oh, hell!" said Doug. 

"That's my feeling, boss. The woods, this great cabin ... and we sit around 
for two days playing cards." 

"Maybe I can catch Evelyn, stop her. I could drive to the village to call." 

"She was going to leave at eight, be here early afternoon." 

"I've got to stop her. Any ideas?" 

"Sure," said Peter cheerfully. "You could tell her the Senior VP sent me up 
to pull you back to town. Emergency meeting. The old boy's done that a few 
times before." 

Doug beamed. "I'll be on my way in five minutes. Uh, Peter, I may not come 
back. Mrs. Allison wanted to be alone up here to unwind from the city. You 
could hang by to see if Veronica shows up, but don't mention it unless she 
does. They don't get along too well." 

"Mum's the word." 

"I wouldn't stay too long. The poor woman wants a complete rest, solitude." 

"Gotcha, boss." 

A good man, thought Doug as he scribbled a note for Naomi. It would be 
altogether better if Peter didn't see them together. He might figure out 
what was really going on. The boy would be disappointed if Ronnie didn't 
show, but at twenty-five tooling around on a motorbike was fun enough. Doug 
took off feeling great. A dull weekend of bridge would be a cruel, inhuman 
punishment, even for the deep sin of adultery he'd enjoyed. He could make it 
up to Evelyn in some less painful way . . . 

Naomi didn't mind after she'd had breakfast and listened to Peter Erickson 
chatter for a while. She learned much more than she needed to know about 
motorbikes, Minnesota roads, the insurance business and the vagaries of the 
young women who worked for Glacier Lake. Peter was good company in spite of 
his narrow choice of subject matter. 

He was handsome, he was well-built. And most important, he was well hung, 
too. Soon she began to get the idea that he was somewhat taken with her. 
He'd seemed such a zero the night she'd played bridge with him at Evelyn's, 
but then he was under the control of Doug, his boss. They took a hike. They 
debated whether to take the cabin boat over to the lake and decided it was 
too cold. They had lunch. Peter played some of his rock records, he'd 
brought along on the primitive cabin stereo. He was annoyed with the quality 
of the sound; she was annoyed with the records. She'd just barely made the 
Elvis Presley years.. 

She decided not to say anything about hunting for pictures. That would have 
to be some other time. Just Doug knowing was already too much. It was two 
o'clock in the afternoon and time for her to go, so she gathered her things. 

"Hey," said Peter, "do you dig sex?" "What!" She was astounded. "I hear 
you're a widow, probably don't go out too much," he said. "I know you wanted 
to be up here alone, commune with nature, things like that. Still, sex is 
great in the woods." 

"You and me ... in the woods?" she gasped. "Come on, Mrs. Allison. You've 
got a great body. We could do a few things, take a hike, have dinner in the 
village, come back and do a few more things, get a good night's sleep and 
make town tomorrow." 

"Peter, I'm forty-five. You aren't a day over twenty-five." 

"About a month, Mrs. Allison. I mean, if you're deeply in love with 
somebody, I'd understand. But here we are in this great cabin, and the 
Sandstrom's won't be up, and you've got ... " 

"I know, Peter. I've got a great bod." She didn't know whether to laugh or 
run. , He frowned. "I wouldn't want the boss to know, of course. After-all, 
you're buddies with the Mr. and Mrs. and we probably will have to play more 
bridge, but if you didn't mind protecting me on that ... " 

He already took off his shirt to reveal magnificent shoulders and a torso 
that was hairy, but not too hairy. 

"I don't know whether I could ... just do ... something," she squeaked, 
swallowing hard. 

He took her by the hand and pulled her towards the bedroom where she'd had 
the hot session with Doug. 

"I dig getting my cock sucked," he said. "I love a good head job. A lot of 
younger women don't care much for it. Somebody old like yourself, I'll bet 
you really know how it's done, I'll bet." 

"PETER! I CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH YOU!" 

He looked astonished and hurt. 

"Why not. Do I have an ugly body? Do I come over smartass? Listen, when we 
played bridge the other night, I really turned on. I went home and 
masturbated, thinking about you. You're kind of pulled together and flowing. 
Like you know all the secret things so you could drive a guy wild. You 
probably don't go for young guys, but you could.try it a little." 

"I can't believe this. You ... went home ... and ... " 

"Oh, sure. You're plenty sexy. I'll bet my boss digs you too. If he wasn't 
married, I'll bet Mr. Sandstrom would make a pass. I could see he was turned 
on to you that bridge night. Believe me, you've got it." 

They were inside the bedroom. 

"Peter, I just couldn't, I ... " 

He pushed her down on the bed. He fumbled with his pants. 

"Sure you could, Mrs. Allison. No use to waste that great bodf" 

He began to undress her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

His prick was very huge and hard when he slipped out of his shorts. 

"This is so great," he exulted. "I've thought about you a lot since that 
night of bridge." 

She was naked on the bed. 

"Peter, I ... " 

She stared up at him, at his strong, smooth-fleshed young body, and her eyes 
fell to that magnificent prick. It was almost as big as Doug's but not quite 
as big. What thrilled her to make her belly cream was the knowledge that she 
could excite him to such an erection. 

She wanted to protest. She wanted to get off the bed and run away. It was 
really too much, after her long, dry spell of no sex. She felt like an older 
woman really taking advantage of a young man with thirty year old Doug. This 
boy was only twenty-five and she hardly knew him. Still, his generation was 
more open to sex; they were honest and natural about it. 

"All right," she said. "Just a little." 

"It's okay, okay," he cried. "Jack me off a little." 

She seized his cock, thrilled by its hardness, its wicked gleam, the 
virility. He stroked her smooth shoulders, muttering pleasure. He ran his 
hands through her long, dark hair. She pumped on his Wade, amazed at the 
rigidity of the muscle under the soft, moving skin. She hefted his tight 
balls and pictured the flood of liquid manhood inside of his body that could 
be exploded outward. 

He grunted in pleasure while crystal clear preseminal fluid eased out of his 
dark hole. She used a finger to smear it around the sensitive cock head, 
making it shine and feel silky. 

"That's so g-great, Naomi," he went. 

He got on the bed on his haunches facing her. His hands stroked and kneaded 
her smooth, bare flesh, down her arms, down her torso, purposely avoiding 
her ripe breasts in the beginning. Those powerful hands traced fire into her 
body, made her cunt flower with wetness. His hands massaged her back, moved 
down to her thighs, gently digging into her muscles, feeling terrific. 

"You have a ... a ... smooth touch," she gasped. 

"You have a beautiful body." 

She jacked him off while he rocked his loins in sweet joy as he fucked 
through her first, beginning to pant. 

"Great shoulders, smooth. Arms, not too thick, not too thin, curved," he 
gasped. "Torso ... strong ... smooth back. Great thighs, curved just right." 

Even as she felt that fire-touch race over her body and she thrilled with 
rising desire, she had a desire to laugh. Each segment of her body seemed 
sexual to him, as his hands devoured her as if they were eyes. He touched 
all her pleasure points,, giving her shivers and even shudders of joy. 

"Makes me ... sound like a supermarket ... parts on shelves," she laughed. 

"So much turns me on," he admitted. "Six inches of . a ... uh ... curved 
shoulder. Oh, oh, oh. Flare of a hip, turn of a calf, long, tapering 
thighs." 

He went for her breasts. She almost fell forward into his arms on that 
pressure-stroking, her nipples taut. Sex rushes shot every which way inside 
of her body from his eager, warm strokes. 

"Ah, Peter. Ah, oh, you shouldn't ... make me feel ... so hot." 

In a moment he'd feel up her cunt at which point she feared she'd scream and 
lock and come on his fingers. How embarrassing to turn on to young men so 
easily! 

His fingers slipped ever so gently to her crotch. 

"Oh, no, Peter," she protested. 

Yet his insistent fingers pressed and pressed, digging into her sweet cunt 
flesh, teasing her clit, moving up to unseal her chamber. There was 
something ineffable, close, tender and secret when a man felt inside of your 
private sex parts, with fingers or cock. Admitting a man into the softness 
of her body was both a need and a fear. She held her breath. 

"Oh, Naomi ... so tight." 

"Ah-eh. Don't do that to me," she cried, not so much in fear but because it 
felt so good and she did not want to give up her body to him so fast and so 
easily. It was certainly all right to jack off a man or suck him, because 
his sex machine hung on the outside of his body. It was a whole different 
story to take a prick or fingers in her life-creating chamber. She gasped 
and rocked a little in pleasure. 

"I-uh-don't know if I want this!" she said. 

He withdrew his fingers, the outfriction thrilling her. He licked them with 
a thick, red tongue, absently, lovingly. They gleamed with her slick cunt 
honies which he savored. While she stared fascinated he rose to kneel before 
her. One hand went behind her head as he forced it down and forward. 

"Peter, I can't," she protested as he brought his ready cock to her mouth. 

He put a hand under her chin, pulled her jaw down and slipped his rod into 
her mouth. She automatically closed on it. They hung there, he groaning in 
joy, fucking into her mouth. 

"I dig you. I dig you." 

"Mmmmmm," she went. Reluctantly she took hold of the bottom part of his 
shaft and gave him some suction. Maybe the best thing was to quickly suck 
him off and have done with it. She felt completely out of place, having a 
young man force his cock into her mouth, making her suck. 

She used her teeth and her tongue and powerful suction, much stronger than 
she'd ever used on a penis. She bobbed her head and sucked hard, giving him 
demand-strokes that must just about take the top of his head off. She 
actually notched her teeth around the highly sensitive ridge of the prick 
head and nibbled powerfully. 

"OH, WOW! WOW!" he yelled. 

She seemed to succeed. The rush of increasing sexuality from this rough suck 
overlaid each rising thrill in- side of his body with a stronger one, the 
pleasure sensations coming so fast his heart pounded and his breath 
whistled. If she could just craze him to glory before he got too much pain, 
she could spill his lusty balls. 

He held her head and rocked in utter ecstasy. 

"Oh, you can suck. How you can suck. Nobody ... ever ... Oh, oh, oh, 
fantastic! Eeeeee ... yesss. Wow!" 

It amazed her, the strong suck he could take and it excited her even 
further. She stained the bed now with her free-flowing cunt and her belly 
felt a suffusing glow of hot pleasure. She was going to pull His Young 
Majesty and suck his lifestuff, body-hot, right out of his guts. 

She never got a chance. Whipped to sexual fury by this hot, hard suck, he 
pulled his pecker out of her mouth. 

"Got to ... fuck you crazy!" he cried. 

He shoved her backward, forcing her on her back on the bed, pulled her legs 
open, bent his cock down and went for her. His cock gleamed with her saliva 
as it breached her cunt lips, gleaming with her sex fluids. His rod reamed 
her open as he oozed deep in her channel with succeleeeent friction. 

"OHHHHHH, AHHHHHH," she gasped. 

"Got to ride, ride," he explained. "Young gals terrible, jump right into 
bed, chase you, hungry for it. They tell you about other guys' cocks. They 
want you ... ah, ah, ah, ... to pump for an hour. One gal ... only 
twenty-two ... she'd had one hundred guys. She actually counted." 

She hardly heard his words she felt so fucked. Hot, demanding rushes shot up 
and down her backbone. She felt outraged that this young man used her body 
so easily, without much feeling for her. 

"Went with a real nice girl ... she had fucked fifty guys," he said. "Two 
weeks in and out ... goodbye." 

"Peter, don't ... puhleeze," she begged. 

She wanted to tell him not to talk about other girls while he had his dingus 
into her, reaming her to glory like this. It was no use. He babbled on, 
fucking her and her thrilled body rose right up to glory in spite of her 
desire not to have an orgasm. 

"Got to have ... woman ... reluctant ... doesn't jump down my throat ... 
ride my bike with me ... play my records ... get up and leave in two weeks 
... got to have ... virgin or older woman. Ah, I'm splitting your cunt. It 
feels so great!" 

"Peter!" she wailed. "PETER!" 

She gave a powerful, wounded grunt of pleasure while her body locked under 
his. She surged up clutching him, paying off her sexuality to that fast, 
thrusting prick. It was most humiliating to have her hot body desires 
overcome her personal integrity. His young cock trained her and tamed her. 

"AH ... YUHHHHH," she went. 

She squeezed his throbbing prick with long, shuddering convulsions of sheer 
rapture. Her equipment throbbed wildly in surrender, clipping, letting him 
feel the deep body ecstasy that his crude and crass young jong whipped up in 
her. 

He stared down at her in astonishment. 

"You ... YOU'RE FUCKED ALREADY!" he cried happily. 

He grabbed her head, held it still and rammed a thick tongue in her mouth, 
reaming her right through her orgasm, with furious fast-paced cock thrusts. 
She needed her mouth free for a moment to gulp in air. Instead his thick 
tongue grooved inside of it as he sucked her saliva and rode her. She 
twisted and surged, her breath exploding on his cheek. It was agony, pure 
sweet fire to have her orgasm extended by that forceful cock and have to let 
him plunge his tongue at will in her mouth, also taking that away from her. 
All she could do was writhe and throb in weak, straining protest, while 
powerful sex runs made her body quiver with pleasure. 

"Oh ... ah ... you bastard!" she finally managed, jerking her head free and 
pant and get more air. 

"You're crazy for cock!" he said, delighted. "I'll bet I could fuck you 
unconscious, you wild bitch." 

He kept plunging on her at a fiery speed as she gave up her total femininity 
and went dizzy from his powerful action. 

"No, nqoo, stop ..." 

Somehow she jerked free of him, sweating, panting, glowing, a used female 
animal shattered by his crass physical ability. She got off the bed and left 
him, uncocked. She ran into the living room. 

"Wait, Naomi, dammit? Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong! 
We were having a ball, balling. Oh, baby, I need it." 

He grabbed her, forced her to the sofa. His superior weight bore her down. 
He got on top of her hips. 

Once again his strong blade violated her body as he resumed his fuck in her 
cunt, dog-fashion from behind. He rode fast now as if in a race to get off 
his flood before she fought free. 

"I love you. I love you!" he shouted. 

"Oh, Peter ... you ... cm e," she wailed. 

She bent over, feeling  unt open to him, listening to his happy gasps as he 
iu. d up to high good feeling once more. 

"Must be ... doing somerf ?g wrong, but got to ... got to ... " he managed. 
"Sorry, but ... " 

He was just too much for her. He was going to ride, ride until she thrilled 
up again and had to come for him before he could spill his seed. She wasn't 
even on the pill. What if he impregnated her! 

She bent over gathering her strength as he keened and whimpered his 
pleasure, driving for glory, apologizing and fucking her. 

"Sorry, Peter ... " 

She gave an enormous jerk as she uncocked him and in one smooth motion slid 
out from under him. 

She cried over her shoulder as she fled back to the bedroom: 

"You wanted a little ... took too much ... cock-centered egotist- ... " 

"Oh, rats," he said, his cock dry-throbbing in its high sensitivity. "Oh, 
Naomi!" 

She grabbed up her panties, managing to get them on against the wetness of 
her swollen cunt. He came into the bedroom. 

She backed a little. "Peter, it's all wrong ..." 

"Love that reluctance. Oh, I dig you!" 

He caught her in a hug. He pressed his swollen blade on the outside of her 
springy, warm belly and she felt the wetness of her own sex oils that made 
it slippery. His hands closed on her buttocks as he held her in a thrilled 
hug. 

"Oh, BABEEE," he went, jacking off, up and down on her soft belly. 

He tensed. She hung there, thrilled out of her mind to feel and see what was 
happening. He gave a deep, sexual groan and his cock peaked. She felt it 
throb against her flesh in powerful, spasmodic pulsations. 

The first shot of his relieving, hot jissum squirted up between them clear 
up to her breasts. His young sex energy really made his fountain fling seed. 
His next hot spurts went up her cleavage and almost to her throat. His body 
trembled in joy as he went, spuming off those full blasts of male cream 
against her body. 

"Oh, Peter, sorreeeeee," she gasped. 

The body-hot come felt like warm, silken honey, trapped between their 
bodies. He groaned in continuing pleasure, squeezed her buttocks and let it 
all shoot off. 

"Too hot ... stick it in ... any more," he managed. 

She felt sorry for him now. It wasn't that big a deal, but at least he'd 
gotten it off against her if not inside of her. At last, with a relieved, 
embarrassed laugh, he relaxed; his cock emptied of the heavy sex load. 

"You're the best ... " 

"Peter, if we'd only ... " 

He held her for a moment by the shoulders. He turned her part way away from 
him and put his hand on his spend that oozed sexily down her body. It was 
all over her front, acrid-smelling and velvety. He rubbed the stuff up her 
torso and there was so much of it, it slurped, like slick oil. He caressed 
her breasts as he coated them with his warm, spent seed. He stroked it onto 
her belly and down to her cunt. There was enough to cover her from her 
shoulders to her V, all warm, silken sexy, especially on her nipples. 

It began to change and stiffen right away. They stood there in awe, the two 
of them watching the stuff cool and whiten as it crystallized. It was so 
wildly sexy to be covered with a blanket of his cooling jizzum that for a 
moment Naomi wanted to grab the young man, wrestle him down and fuck off her 
cunt on his cock once more. 

It wouldn't do, of course. She'd already gone overboard with her sex with 
Doug. Peter had been a novelty and a surprise, but after all, he was Doug's 
assistant ... if they ever compared notes ... 

She wanted out of the trap. She made her excuses, cleaned off, dressed and 
got ready to leave. Peter took it well. Her reluctance seemed to ignite his 
desires, so he was in a quandry wanting her and yet delighted by her pushing 
him away. As she drove away from the cabin, she thought Ohmigod, I haven't 
seen the last of him. I'm surely going to have to run a lot faster and 
harder the next time ... 

It was almost a week later that Veronica Allison invited Doug Sandstrom to 
dinner. Ever since that oral sex with him in the cabin she'd been on the 
verge of her great Decision. She was going all the way and she w^s going to 
give her maidenhead either to Doug or to Peter Erickson. 

She had a couple of dates with Peter during the week, but he seemed in a 
strange place. He kept asking her about her family, her father and her 
mother, especially her mother. That was not her favorite topic. In fact, her 
mother had been oh the phone this week a couple of times asking about the 
strange picture business with her father. She didn't understand it, so she 
put off the visit to her mother that Naomi wanted. Whenever they got 
together they seemed to pick at each other. Veronica preferred to live her 
own life in her own apartment these days. 

In the end it wasn't a hard decision. Peter was into his motorbike, his 
records and his job. Mr. Sandstrom was interested in her. A couple of times 
he made a point of looking her up at her desk and striking up a 
conversation. She had only to look at his hot eyes to know what was really 
on his mind. She trusted him, and he turned her on. 

She knew it was wrong to have sex with a married man, but it wasn't as if 
she were into a long term love affair. She just wanted his older man's 
experience, interest and kindness. He seemed very mature to her, a vice 
president and all. Thirty was about right for her twenty. 

He gladly accepted her dinner invitation, so she laid in the steaks and 
salad stuff and bought some satin hostess pajamas that looked real sexy on 
her figure. 

About six o'clock, before he came, she took a bubble bath which she ended 
with a shower. She ran her hands lovingly over her naked body, thrilled to 
realize that within hours she'd become a full-fledged, non-virgin woman. She 
tenderly felt inside of her cunt to rub her finger on the obstruction. She 
hoped it didn't hurt too much. 

The finger play excited her, so she turned on the shower pretty strong and 
masturbated with the shower stream pounding on her lower belly and the top 
of her cunt as her fingers worked. She gasped and opened her legs. She did 
feel hot and high, very good, as she found her clit and give it sweet 
strokes as she tensed up her buttocks and thrilled. 

"A man ... his pecker . . . inside of me," she murmured happily. She 
should've done this long ago. My goodness, plenty of guys had wanted to 
relieve her of her maidenhead over the last couple of years. 

Her flesh was smooth, satiny as streams of water. Her nipples stood out, 
firm and pink, on her high breasts, sexy when she rubbed them. Her cunt 
flowed smoothly, girl juices and water mingling. 

She reached back to put one hand on her buttock, using the other to jazz 
herself seriously. She loved the feel of her smooth, firm buttock and made 
it tense as she succumbed to the hot ecstasy of rising pleasure. 

"Ah, oh, oh I'm going to be f-f-f-fucked. Really!" she thrilled. 

She loved the feel of her tension, her firm, warm flesh, her slick, 
clit-happy cunt. Her finger slid inside her crack. She gasped. The private . 
. . secret . . . thing. Oh, not tonight, not when ... 

She couldn't stop herself, as she pressed a finger on her asshole and felt 
the powerful thick muscle that was her sphincter slowly, sexily open.. She 
began to pant as she felt the hot, velvet inside of her anus. 

"Ha, ho, ha," she went, rubbing her clit and fingering herself from behind. 
Maybe it was better to have this quick, private orgasm from the double 
action to heat herself up for the evening. She gave three luscious groans of 
sexuality, rose to her glory and came, bunting her belly, relishing the burn 
in her cunt and the burn in her ass. 

She did not permit herself to use anal violation very often. It excited her 
highly and made her feel strange afterwards. But it felt so good. 

"HAH!" she went and felt her cunt throb in orgasmic convulsions. At the same 
time the finger up her ass felt the spasms of her ass muscle as she clipped. 
"OHHHHHH," she moaned, and road it off with quick, delightful throbs before 
the orgasm tapered. 

Later when she dressed she started to put on panties and a bra ... then 
stopped. Only the satin, peach-colored hostess pajamas, that's all she'd 
wear! It was the first time in her adult life she greeted a man in such a 
state of near-nudity. 

The evening started well. She was still glowing from the excitement of her 
masturbation and her anticipation. Doug seemed worldly, wise and relaxed. 
Best of all, he was in no hurry to shove her into bed as she knew a younger 
man would be. 

They munched the salad she'd prepared and demolished the steaks in good 
appetite. Now that the die was cast, she no longer felt nervous, only a 
little high like the beginning of a drunk, or a marijuana pop. 

She loved the feel of the satin playing against her naked skin. Her nipples 
stayed hard against the warm, slick cloth and with nothing on underneath she 
felt tremendously sexy. Satin was the way to go, she thought as her outfit 
swirled and curved and flowed around her charms. It delighted her to see 
that Doug was enraptured of her young body, supple in that satin.. 

They talked about insurance and the company, about her job and her future. 
He talked about how great he felt to have reached an executive job so early 
in his career. 

"The baby boom of the fifties and sixties ... these kids are adults now, 
getting married, buying things ... buying lots of insurance," he said. "The 
sky's the limit, Veronica." 

"I know you'll be president of Glacier Lake, Doug," she said excitedly. 

"Well," he laughed, "not next year." 

He felt dazed with his good fortune. This year had seen his fantastic 
promotion along with the sudden opportunities to enrich his sex life. At 
first Evelyn's getting fat depressed him. In his position he could hardly 
afford a divorce or domestic trouble. He didn't dislike her anyway. He 
simply regretted her selfishness of stopping their sex life. 

Just when he thought he'd have to go to some hooker or make a swipe at some 
young office girl, like Debbie Payne, Naomi Allison showed up to give him a 
glorious time. As if that weren't enough, Veronica came right after that. 
Tonight he'd have a chance to deflower a virgin, which he'd never done ... 
Evelyn was certainly no virgin when they were married. 

Both times with Naomi and the time with Veronica, he'd been under pressure, 
plagued with guilt and fear. At this point he was used to adultery ... not 
happy about it, but relaxed with it. Evelyn had her joy of unrestrained 
eating, while he had the joy of secret sex. 

They cleaned up the dishes, polishing off the last of the wine and listening 
to a couple of Veronica's records before they went into the small apartment 
bedroom almost casually. He was indeed proud of the girl ... she showed none 
of the nervousness she'd had the night of oral sex at the cabin. 

Inside the bedroom, she lay on the bed while he stripped at once. 

"Shall I undress?" she asked eagerly. She felt a little nervous now. 

"Not yet," he said. "I want to enjoy making love while you're wearing that 
satin outfit. It's sooo sexy!" 

His cock had been half hard at the beginning of the dinner. It flowered now. 
He felt proud as she stared at its locked rigidity. 

"It seems incredible ... that you could stuff all that inside of me," she 
gulped. 

"Been going on for centuries," he reassured her. 

He slid alongside of her and began to hug and stroke her, savoring the soft, 
silken feel of the satin against her warm body. It thrilled his skin 
wherever it touched him, all down his front and on his hands as he stroked 
down her warm back onto her rounded, rich buttocks. He dug his hands into 
her backthighs, feeling the play of her soft muscles under the slick 
material. 

He felt hot now, his cock digging into her satin-clad belly. He reached 
between her legs and began to stroke her cunt as he kissed her on the mouth, 
hugging her. 

"I ... get my pants ... wet," she protested. 

"In a good cause," he said, shaping her butt and thighs in the cloth. 

Her cunt was burning hot as he stroked her. He felt her sweet, young juices 
flow through her pajama pants and onto his hand. She was with him, eyes 
closed now, kissing, tonguing, breathing deeply, trusting him to guide her 
and to make full, unrestrained use of her body and her untapped cunt. 

At last he got up on his knees. 

"Now, Veronica, you must do exactly as I say. If you do it without question, 
you will not only lose your hymen with a minimum of trouble but have a sex 
experience you'll enjoy and never forget." 

"I'm ready, Doug." 

He peeled off her pants and stared down at her belly, crotch, thighs and 
legs. He was already so hot in anticipation that he knew he could never hope 
to break into her cunt without losing the fantastic load he carried. He'd be 
stiff enough, but he'd burst through into her already spending and it would 
be over in seconds, plus giving her a lot of unnecessary pain. He'd devised 
a better plan. 

He stroked her some more, while he feasted his eyes on her half-naked body, 
the last chance he'd have to see her nude before the action. His cock was so 
sensitive that it throbbed a little. 

He pulled her up. "Take it in your mouth." 

"We're going to have oral sex?" she asked surprised. 

"No. Just follow what I say." 

She sucked on his prick with the skills he'd taught her at the cabin. 

"HAH!" he went going right up to near-orgasm with the thrills of her sensual 
mouth flexing on his prick. He took ten or fifteen good strokes in her mouth 
before pulling his rod out. 

Then he separated her legs and pressed his blade, silken with her saliva, at 
her cunt entrance. 

"I feel it. I FEEL IT!" she cried. 

He laughed: "I've barely touched you." 

He inserted his penis into her red-lipped, gleaming cunt. It oozed into the 
swollen tissues, exciting him both with the sight of the cockhead vanishing 
inside of her and the hot grip of her opening as she inundated his head with 
sweet juices. He got another inch beyond the cock head into her before her 
hymen stopped him. 

It was enough. The whole head of his manhood was immersed in her along with 
a part of his shaft. His sensitive, nerve-packed top part dug against her 
gristle as if it were her womb. It was utterly delicious. 

"Oh, Veronica, that's sexxxxxy," he cried. 

"Ah ... huh," she gasped, not so much from his penetration as her 
anticipation. He had good contact with her clitoris which, gave her deep 
belly thrills. 

"I want to punch through ... can't allow it yet," he said. 

She held her breath letting it out in little spurts as the working prick 
part way in her excited her sex nerves. 

"Just ... whatever, Doug ..." 

He bunted quick strokes. Her cunt gripped his two inches of cock because her 
vagina was so tight. Pure ecstasy rolled up from the tight-held cock head. 
He looked down and almost died from the sexiness of seeing his blade buried 
in virgin cunt, his nerves whipped to incredible pleasure by the pressure 
and her internal heat. He went quickly up to glory. The anticipation, the 
touching, the cocksuck, all had taken him to the point of orgasm. Those last 
few steps were glorious ... he felt a sex burn deep and powerful throughout 
his loins. He felt the sweet, ineffable glazing of his entire sex system as 
he locked to orgasm. There came the impossible moment when he could no 
longer prevent his sex death. 

"AH, GOOD!" he managed. 

He strained, he burst with wild pleasure. 

"Huh, huh, huh, huh," he went. 

Grey white jissum pumped out of his guts to spume against her hymen, some of 
it getting past her partial cunt covering, most of it boiling delightfully 
around his cock head and flowing back against her vagina. Yet he held tight 
and blasted and blasted her virginal plug, greasing it, oiling it, laying a 
base of hot male cream for the final taking. 

After the pleasure run was over he also gave her a couple of stiff punches 
with his still hard cock. It hurt a little but he felt some give in her 
hymen. 

"Eh,-hah," she went. 

Veronica didn't know what to make of all this. It was the first time a man 
had his prick inside of her. It was the first time she felt the spasms of 
boiling jism from his cock the meat hook, locking their bodies together so 
that she felt the male's straining, pleasure and relief at his spurting. She 
got enough action to fell very hot and involved. 

"OH, I'M F-FUCKED," she whispered in awe. 

"Well, almost," he laughed. 

For the moment he was relaxed and not sexed up. He began to make love to 
Veronica gently and yet insistently. He. wanted her white hot before he took 
her maidenhead. 

For her the rise and pleasure of excitement had been almost continuous since 
the masturbation in her bath. His unique semi-intercourse lifted her still 
higher. After that came his kisses, came his fondling of her breasts, 
stroking of her half-nude body until she reached a sizzling state. Then the 
top of her satin pajamas came off. 

She could tell that already he began to feel sexed up to have full access to 
her nude charms. 

He discovered that she liked masturbation in the front of her cunt, working 
the supersensitive area at the opening, pressing on her clitoris. 

"Ah, Doug, now, Doug. Hooo-eee," she sang. 

He laughed and jogged her until he had her sexy butt trained to rise right, 
up to a fast bucking rhythm, very short strokes, exciting her all the way. 

"You going ... to TAKE me," she cried, squirming. Yet he wouldn't let her 
come. Each time she felt the heavenly glaze start up her limbs he seemed to 
read it in her eyes and his finger slacked off. 

"Doug," she begged. "Let me have a quick waaa ... one!" 

"Just let me manage," he retorted. 

She felt like a gone girl now. Her sex nerves were crazed by all the 
teasing, stroking, kissing and licking. She felt a stranger to herself, a 
total sex kitten, aching in her every part from his skillful use of hands, 
tongue and prick. 

She didn't know how much time had passed. Her frustration grew. It was 
extremely joyful to have her body turned on, yet the desire to die her sex 
death grew and grew until she feared she'd burst out of her skin. 

"DOUG ... I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE!" 

"Now we do it," he said, eyes sparkling. 

He mounted her once more. In that delicous, aching time he had recovered his 
hard-on, his sex desire. Once more he parted her cunt lips. Once more his 
rod traveled the short distance up her vagina to her hymen. 

She felt the pressure. 

"Oh, Doug. OH, YESSSS!" 

Stiff cock battled with stubborn maidenhead. She saw the fires in his eyes. 
His intensity and his pleasure glowed along his body. 

He caught his lower lip in his teeth in his concentration on the magnificent 
act of forcing her virginal cunt. 

"UH, UH, UH," he went. 

She was still wet from his last inundation, so that helped some. Yet her 
pain grew alarmingly. She'd never felt such a sensation in her body. She was 
so hot that she practically begged for his piercing cock and yet the pain 
brought her down somewhat. She bunted forward from her desire, tried to draw 
back from her agony. 

"OH, I'M KILLED. I'M DYING!" she cried, writhing. 

He held her hips. There was no escape. There was only the driving, demanding 
manhood, violating her hymen, pleasing her clit. 

"HA ... EEEE," she yelled, almost screaming in pain. 

Her gristle gave way. It gave way some more. Her heart pumped in agony and 
her body sweated as they strained, male cock battering against a girl's 
maidenhead. 

He was halfway through her plug. He rested. He held her tight. She felt the 
lock with him, the probing presence of the welcome-unwelcome violater. 

"Feels like ... belly torn open ... " she reported. 

"Almost done," he reassured her. His cock hurt some and he sweated as much 
as she did. Yet it was the most pleasurable sex trip he'd ever had, opening 
up the belly of the beautiful young woman. 

He resumed. They both felt the flesh rip and tear. 

"AHH, GOD!" she screamed. 

"TAKE IT ... ALL THE WAY!" he shouted in a frenzy. 

"Ruthlessly he rammed for the last part of his deflowering. Blood spurted 
around his cock so that he felt its thin oiliness and the sight of it and 
the sensation of it crazed him more. He rammed and rammed. 

"STOP. STOP!" she cried in ultimate .agony. 

There was no need to stop. His relentless cock stabs burst through her 
resisting hymen all the way, tearing aside her obstruction completely. His 
cock, bathed in blood and her juices dug up into her virginal tunnel. 

"Oh, you're fucked," he shuddered, reveling totally in the pleasure of his 
victory. 

Instead of hard resistance he felt only the soft, tight velvet of her hot 
cunt all around his driving blade. He oozed more and more cock into her. 
Four inches . . . five inches ... six inches . . . that was almost all of 
it. He had close to seven inches, hard, so he rested on her, his cock 
throbbing in triumph. 

It was all right. The maddening stabs of pain lessened, stopped after he'd 
unplugged her all the way. Her high excitement made it bearable, his first 
orgasm and wetting of her passage had also helped. 

She felt him slide way, way deep into her body. It felt odd ... weird ... 
then very, very sexy. She began to grunt and thrust. She didn't know if she 
were trying to get rid of the unfamiliar prick or suck it deeper into her 
body. 

"Not so bad . . . not . . . bad ... at all . ." she went. 

She turned on then, much as if someone had snapped a light switch inside of 
her. She thrust up on the impaling prick, feeling the erotic delights now 
that the pain was gone. 

"Hoo, I feel it. I feel it now. DOUG, I FEEL IT!" "S-s-sure, you do." He was 
in his own heaven. She writhed and squirmed, helplessly pinned and reamed, 
yet finally after all her frustration, taken to the doors of orgasm. 

"HA! IT FEELS ... I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEEE," she went. 

She came up under him, digging her heels int he bed as she locked in her 
first ever full orgasm to a prick buried hilt-deep in her cunt. 

"OHHHHH, AHHHHH, YEESSSSS!" she gasped. 

Her cunt squeezed, sucking in pleasure on the wounding cock, releasing all 
her tensions, turning her torn bel- ly into a golden magnificence. After all 
the worry, pain and trouble she had arrived at full womanhood, so she 
laughed gleefully in relief and savored the sweet spasms of her cunt, paying 
first tribute to adult sex. 

Doug's quick, first spending in the girl's box also helped him. He knew 
there'd be pain when he forced her and there was. The velvet of his last 
spend helped. 

He enjoyed the fruits of his prick victory over her cunt. The sliding soft, 
tight friction sent hot flames racing from his cock up deep into his body. 
The knowledge that his was the first-ever cock to plunge up the girl and 
that he'd deflowered her, blood and all, added hot pleasure to his rising 
sex hunger. 

There was a golden time while his blood-stained wounder, rich with sexy 
feeling, rode triumphantly in and out of her opened tunnel. Slowly, 
inevitably, his orgasm approached, and it was the richer because he'd 
skimmed off the itching, too-easy first orgasm. This time he felt the 
magnificent sensation deep in his body, along his pleased nerves. 

"So good, baby, sooo good," he said. 

She came. Doug enjoyed the final sweetness of his success. He let her 
powerful, virginal throbs tease and squeze his blade to full orgasm. 

"AHHH. NOWWWW!" he sang. 

His guts released, the spurts came and he flooded the girl's virginal 
chamber with hot, boiling seed, relieved, sated with pleasure . . . 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The phone rang. It was Peter Erickson. Veronica returned to the bedroom 
looking dazed. 

"Peter's just down at the corner ... and he's got my mother with him," she 
told Doug. "He wants to come up to see me." 

"Holy hell, I've got to get out of here," said Doug, going for his pants. 

"I'm sorry, Doug. I didn't expect Peter. I thought we had the whole evening. 
And I didn't know he even knew my mother." 

"Bridge partners," said Doug. "Evelyn asked me to find a permanent fourth so 
I've been using Peter. Your mother plays with Evelyn and I, you know." 

He dressed quickly while Veronica tried to eliminate some of the signs of 
their big evening. It was just like the time in the cabin all over again. 
Yet Doug decided that that was a part of the game when you sought outside 
sex. You had to cover your moves and be ready to run when the unexpected 
happen. He stepped into the elevator, going down in her apartment building, 
knowing that the other car was on the way up and it probably contained Peter 
and Mrs. Allison, whom he dared not meet here. Close. Yet even as he made it 
to the street, successfully evading detection, he realized he actually 
enjoyed the danger of almost being caught. He was going to have to watch 
that! 

Upstairs a relaxed, defensive Veronica greeted her mother and Peter. Naomi 
was far from relaxed. In the past week she'd found absolutely no trace of 
the missing Bingham picture that meant so much. More and more she began to 
think that Fred might 've left it with Veronica, or given her some clue. 
That last year father and daughter had been thick as thieves. 

Naomi had asked Veronica to come to see her, but the girl hadn't done so. 
She'd felt a growing estrangement from the girl. She'd tried to avoid the 
feeling that as Veronica got closer to Fred she drew away from Naomi. Since 
Fred's death she'd tried to draw closer to her daughter but failed. 

Yet there'd always been a freshness and innocence about Veronica that had 
reassured her. Tonight even that was gone. Veronica in satin hostess pajamas 
shocked her ... seemed like a stranger. There was a shadowed knowingness in 
Veronica's eyes that frightened Naomi. One more familiar attribute was gone. 

"I wanted to see you earlier in the week," she told Veronica. "You didn't 
call or show up. There was to be a bridge game tonight, but it was 
cancelled, so I wanted to drop by and ask you a few questions about last 
year and your father." 

"And that damned picture ... if it exists at a//!" snapped Veronica. She 
felt exceedingly guilty that her mother had almost caught her in flagrant 
sex with a married man, with a man her mother knew. Her anxiety came out as 
anger against her mother. 

"Veronica, the picture exists ... " started Naomi. "FUCK THE DAMN PICTURE!" 
Veronica shrieked angrily. 

Naomi turned red and then white. The language, the appearance of her 
daughter, the anger of the girl convinced her instantly that Veronica knew 
all about the picture and wanted to cut her out of the deal. 

She screamed then; Veronica screamed and Peter walked about in a circle 
nervously smiling as the two women lashed each other verbally. It ended with 
Naomi storming out of the apartment, threatening never to see her daughter 
again. 

Peter tried to reason with a shaken Veronica who, after her anger, dissolved 
in tears. 

"She was only trying to find out some information," Peter tried to explain. 

"She's a selfish bore," said Veronica between tears, half in anger, half in 
shame. "She thinks Dad screwed her and that I'm in on it. I don't have to 
take any of that." 

"Veronica, she's your mother ... try to remember that." 

"I DON'T NEED A LECTURE FROM YOU," the tearful girl shouted. "Ride your 
stupid motorcycle, play your stupid bridge ... leave me alonnnnne!" 

Peter left her apartment also, only to find Naomi down in the car in tears. 
He tried to soothe the older woman by offering a shoulder for her to cry on, 
which she used to weep off her tension. As he held her, Peter became aware 
of her warmth and felt the tears on her soft cheek. Some instinct told him 
that Naomi was open. Women were relaxed and open after an emotional storm. 
He wasn't thinking about sex at first but as he held her, his cock began to 
go stiff. 

Ever since the misguided sex attempt in the cabin, Peter had turned on to 
the older woman. He'd just about decided that older women made the best 
lovers. Look how much Veronica had changed in the short time he knew her! 

A young woman was likely to shove you into bed one night to demand six 
orgasms and throw a plate at your head the next time you saw her. He shifted 
uncomfortably on his seat. 

"What's the matter, Peter?" asked Naomi. 

She was cried out now, relaxed, and feeling much better. Peter grabbed at 
his crotch and eased himself. 

"Nothing's the matter." 

She felt between his legs. 

"My goodness," she said. 

"Listen," he cried, "you're in my arms. You're a terrific woman, soft, warm, 
good-looking. You're crying and I can feel your whole body. I wasn't really 
trying ... " 

"Peter, did you ever date my daughter?" 

"Yeah, a couple of times. I liked her ... she didn't act cute, or false or 
anything. Just like having fun with a guy, natural." 

"She didn't try to seduce you, did she darling?" "Veronica? My God, no. 
Nobody thinks she's that type." 

Naomi gave a laugh deep in her throat. She opened Peter's zipper. She eased 
his erect cock out of his pants. 

"Peter, you're a total loss when it comes to women. You come on in the wrong 
way at the wrong time. Any fool could tell that Veronica had some young man 
in her apartment tonight, having sex with him." 

"She was?" 

His cock was almost big enough for the span of both her hands. She jogged it 
to hear him gasp and he did alright. 

"She was. She's no virgin." 

"Be damned!" 

She bent over and took the young cock in her mouth. She already felt 
euphoric, open, after crying off her fear and rage. It pleased her very much 
to claim a cock that her disgusting daughter might've had. She bobbed her 
head on his prick, using a strong pull and the crazing effect of her teeth. 

"Yee ... you're doing me!" gasped Peter. 

"MMMMMM-HUH," she agreed, mouthful of rock-hard manhood. 

"Right on the street, in the car!" 

Slurrrp! "Anybody coming?" 

"Not a sign of life anywhere," he called out happily. 

He looked down on her glossy dark hair a soft cloud in his lap. He felt her 
mouth, her teeth, her tongue. There was the interior body heat, the sexy 
drag of her teeth and the curling play of her tongue. Fiery flames of 
pleasure raced deep into his body as his cock strained up into her sucking 
mouth. 

"You ... really gonna do it," he squeaked. 

She laughed. "Probably." 

"Let's go to your place," he breathed happily. 

"Peter, you're a fool. You've got a sure orgasm right now. If we stop and 
drive for a distance, I could change my mind. Between here and there I could 
change my mind a dozen times." 

"I see. I see." 

He threw back her coat, opening her blouse which was buttoned in the front. 
In seconds he had two meaty, hard-tipped breasts in his palms as he groaned 
in rising sex pleasure. 

"Put it on my thing," he begged. 

It was a sexy tidbit. She laved his huge, throbing prick with soft slick 
saliva that stung just a little. She put a hand under her breast and brought 
the firm, naked globe out. She pressed the hard little nipple against his 
cock flesh, moving it up and down his shaft. 

There was enough light from the street lamp that he could plainly see it ... 
the white breast against the dark background, the exquisite roundness, the 
projected nipple. He felt her sensitive nipple drag down his wetted shaft. 
It made his jism boil and his heart race. 

"Hah!" she said. Her breasts felt super tender tonight as she thrilled at 
the odd contact. Her cunt was warm, wet, swelling. 

Excited, Peter loosened her jeans and felt inside, down her back, under both 
her pants and panties. His long arm easily reached between her buttocks to 
her cunt where he used his fingers. 

"Oh, my goodness," Naomi gasped. "Oh, dear, heavenly heart." 

He sensed a surge of joy as he felt inside her wet, sexy cunt. What a 
fabulous thrill it was to finger up inside a woman's sex parts. He put a 
finger on her clit to ride it, receiving his reward in her quivers, moans 
and undulating action. 

"More like it!" she cried. 

He'd never done anything as crazy as being sucked off on the front seat of a 
car on a public street. In fact, he realized he'd missed a lot of action 
till he'd met this older woman. The only girls he got were the ones that 
were willing to do it with anybody, not the ones he really wanted. Look how 
he'd messed up the deal at the cabin ... but an older woman gave you a 
second chance. 

They rocked with it, she back on his prick, sucking eating, nibbling, and 
licking. His sword fingers reamed into her springy female box. She wet his 
fingers with musky sex oils, she wet his prick with silken saliva, while he 
was able to dig his other hand into her smooth, luscious breast and work her 
sensitive nipple. 

He hung there in heaven, bucking up eagerly into her mouth, jacking her cunt 
off, receiving fierce, growing flames of sexual pleasure. He felt his thumb 
in her crack brush against corrugated flesh. As an experiment, flaming with 
joy and rising pleasure, he dug his thumb into her asshole. 

She jerked. "Don't do that. Please don't do that!" 

"Just wanted to see--" 

"PETER!" 

The action of his fingers had oiled her crack richly. There was plenty of 
juice to help his thumb. She was caught with her shoulders and arms 
practically under the steering wheel, as she sucked him. Her rear was 
unprotected. He exerted pressure on his thumb. It sank into her tight 
asshole and violated her. 

"HAH!" she said. 

She gave an animal groan and he felt her squeeze on her ass muscle and her 
cunt, straining to protect her rear entrance. No good. His powerful thumb 
penetrated her sphincter. She hung, impaled. 

"HAH. OH, PETER, HAH!" she snorted. 

There were only a couple of inches between her cunt and her asshole. He 
pinched and rode her clit up front while he used his thumb to stimulate her 
sensitive anus nerves. 

"Oh, listen, don't make me do this. Oh, let's don't do that!" she begged. 
"HAH!" 

Her buttocks quivered, her belly went taut as he captured her in total sex 
lock. Naomi almost went out of her mind in secret pleasure. No one had ever 
felt inside of her asshole before. She moved her lower body as if she'd been 
wounded in vital parts. The smooth, hot velvet of cunt thrilled his fingers. 

He took her head, bringing it back to his rigid cock. He drove her with his 
finger and thumb. She licked his cock as if pleasing him could save her 
life, her breath whistling out of her nostrils. Once or twice she made 
ineffectual gestures with her arms as if to save her ass but she had to 
ride. He saw the smooth moons of her buttocks undulate, tensing up and 
relaxing, tensing up and relaxing. It was just shocking enough to be utterly 
delicious, using all her sensitive nerves to capture her and turn her into a 
fantastic cocksucking machine. She grunted and worked her butt and his cock 
busily. He went right up to sex heaven. 

"AH, NAOMI, AH, AH," he cried. 

It was magnificent sex. His hot cock saturated with pleasure overloads, as 
he felt the effect of her eager mouthing clear down into his body. He glided 
to the edge of control, then on past it to where he went paralyzed with the 
need to shoot his jism. 

"AH-HAH," he said. 

He felt the cream glaze settle over his sex network. His belly went stiff, 
his buttocks froze and his cock locked-to spending tightness. As he went 
deliciously faint with the loss of voluntary motion and pleasure he heard 
and felt her give a jerk and a smothered cry. Orgasm exploded inside both of 
them. 

He felt the weird sensation of her asshole spasm, while her cunt throbbed, 
and his own blasts spurted. Wham, wham, wham. She kept her mouth on his 
cock, milking off his furious spumes. He kept his fingers working, making 
her tense and jerk and give up her femininity. Jerking, panting, spending, 
he gushed his pleasure darts of liquid into her mouth and down her throat. 
She squeezed and clipped and rode off her deep needs by a brisk massage of 
his probing, violating fingers inside her body. Throb, throb, throb, squirt, 
squirt, squirt ... "OHHHH, OHHHH, AHHH, YESSSSSS!" "MMMMMM-garrr-MMMMMM." At 
last they went still, glowing. She struggled weakly out of his lap and 
pulled up her pants and panties that his hands had shoved down at the 
beginning. 

"Don't ever ... please ... touch me in the rear," she scolded. 

"I just thought I'd try it." "Peter, Peter, you're impossible ..." The 
bridge game on the next night, on Saturday, was at Naomi's house. Naomi felt 
in a mellow, yet sexy mood. She wore her tight, dark slack suit which did so 
much for her figure and her skin color. It was formal yet provocative. Both 
Doug and Peter appreciated it, while she secretly enjoyed knowing what each 
man thought as he stole looks at her body. It was less than two weeks since 
that fantastic night when she'd first seduced Doug, and a week since Peter 
had clowned through his attempted intercourse at the cabin. It seemed like 
two years to Naomi ... she just wasn't the same woman. 

When she went into the kitchen to get refreshments, Doug followed her, 
leaving the other two in the living room. He grabbed her and kissed her. 

"Naomi ... at eleven Evelyn always watches the news. She'll stop the game 
... we're stuck for a half hour. Sug- gest anything?" 

"No," she said, playing deadpan. 

"You've got an upstairs. I could pretend to go out to freshen up the snack 
supplies. She'll be riveted to the downstairs TV for thirty minutes. That's 
long enough for one sweet gallop." 

"You're crazy " 

"Taking chances is what life is all about." 

"How would you produce the snack stuff if we spent the time playing?" 

"In the trunk of my car. I figured it all out ahead of time." 

Her eyes sparkled. "Doug, you deserve a little something for the clever 
planning. Go to the upstairs bathroom and undress. I'll be in the bedroom, 
in the dark ..." 

As they resumed playing bridge, she chuckled to herself. Let Doug wait and 
wait in the darkness of an empty bedroom. She could wait until he was about 
to give up in desperation, whisper to him she was coming and then stall 
until it was too late. Men with their greedy pricks never knew when to stop. 

The game went on until Evelyn was the dummy and wandered out to the kitchen 
for more snacks. Evelyn liked to eat her way through the evening. Doug went 
off to the restroom. 

"We could do it at eleven," said Peter. "You know, Mrs. Sandstrom always has 
to watch the eleven o'clock news. You can't budge her for a whole half hour. 
We could sneak off somewhere." 

"Peter, you're kidding!" 

"Be a great trick to knock off a piece while the boss and his wife are 
staring at the tube." 

"Peter," she said, "I never can take delight in rushing sex. You're single 
and so am I. After the Sand- stroms leave we could have all night." 

"But I have to get a good night's sleep," he protested. "I have a motorbike 
trip with a buddy at dawn. We're going to try to make a run to Lake 
Kabetogama, up International Falls way. You know, canoe country." 

"Oh, I see. Well, we couldn't jeopardize that." 

"We really could sneak off and do it," he said. He pinched her knee under 
the table. 

Inspiration seized her. 

"All right, Peter. I'm not so old I can't grab a spontaneous idea and run 
with it. So rigid I can't take a chance. Go upstairs and undress in the 
bedroom at the end of the hall. Then sneak back to the bedroom by the head 
of the stairs. It'll be dark, but I'll be there." 

"You will?" 

"You'll get a thrill, I promise you that," she assured him. 

After that she could hardly wait for eleven o'clock and Evelyn's heavy 
pronouncement that she had to stop the game to watch the news. When the two 
naked men came groping for her into the darkened bedroom there'd be two of 
them and none of her! 

During that round her thighs took an unmerciful amount of pinches from both 
men. She could hardly wait for the time to end, so she could see the men set 
themselves up for fools. Still as she looked at the two men with their 
glowing expressions and their animation she began to wonder if the joke 
would be worth it. Suppose she really did go to the bedroom. Suppose both 
men came there naked. That would really be wild. Two men at once piling on 
her, while Evelyn stolidly watched the news down here. 

No, it was a ridiculous idea . . . still ... it did set a small fire in her 
cunt. She could almost taste cock meat in her mouth and feel the friction 
thrill in her belly. She felt a light sweat on her forehead. Sex with two 
men at once! Would such a chance ever come up again? Well, some other bridge 
night, yes. But an idea like this was at its best if acted on impulse. 

But did she really desire Peter and Doug to know that she'd had sex with the 
other? What would that mean? 

Exactly nothing, except to shave down their male egos considerably. She knew 
each man appreciated her, but they also thought an older woman like herself 
was somewhat stuck for lovers. 

When eleven o'clock came she was as excited as Doug or Peter. 

"Well, children," said Evelyn, rising, "I'm sorry, but I have to watch my 
half hour of news. It's an addiction, you know." 

"Like food," said Doug. "You've decimated tht supplies and I'll have to run 
out and get more." 

"I'll go along," said Peter. Anything to get out of the living room. 

"No, I'll handle it," said Doug quickly. 

"Peter," said Naomi evenly, "you can go look at the storm window I've had 
trouble with. Let Doug get the snacks." 

"Oh, sure, Naomi, sure," said Peter. "The storm window." 

"As long as we're breaking," said Naomi, "I'll just go upstairs and see if I 
can find that needle point I wanted to give you, dear." 

The party broke, with Evelyn taking a solid position in front of the living 
room TV with a sigh of comfort. It was easy to see that she was set for the 
next half hour. Doug pretended to go outside but sneaked up the stairs 
instead. Peter thought nothing of it, assuming that Doug merely went to the 
upstairs bathroom before taking off on his errand. He followed after a few 
moments, heading for the bedroom. Naomi crossed the fingers of both hands 
and scooted up the stairs last of all. She went into the darkened bedroom 
and undressed with cold fingers, trembling a little with excitement and 
feeling shots of thrilled anticipation up her legs. She'd have to strip fast 
... with only a half hour to work, the men would be after her in no time at 
all. 

She hastily peeled off her suit, her bra, pantyhose and panties rapidly and 
dived naked for the bed. She had barely settled under the covers when the 
bathroom door opened. 

"Here I come" said Doug. 

She heard him moving in the dark and his weight hit the bed. She eased away 
as he reached for her because she saw the dark shadow of Peter, 
big-shouldered and quick, come in the door from the hall. 

"Baby, let's fuck," he panted in the darkness, took some quick steps and 
landed ont he other side of the bed. 

"WHAT THE HELL!" cried Doug. 

He snapped on the bedroom night light. Boss and assistant, each naked, both 
hard, glared at each other in shock across Naomi's nude body. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Muh-Mister Sandstrom ... what're you doing here?" squeaked Peter. 

"Peter, what are YOU doing here?" Doug exploded. 

Naomi reached out, taking Doug's throbbing cock in one hand and Peter's 
thick prick in the other. 

"Let me explain, gentlemen. I am an older woman. I searched to find 
something new and different to celebrate and top my long and happy, but 
nevertheless unexceptional sex life. I realized I'd never been with two 
handsome, sexy men at the same time. Then one night, during a break in a 
bridge game ... my big opportunity came. There was only one hitch. Would the 
men involved go along with the pathetic fetish of an older woman?" 

"My dear woman ... " 

"Naomi ... " 

"WOULD," she insisted, "the men involved play such a game with a withered 
old crock like myself to please the hag in her declining years?" 

Peter whistled. "This is crazeee!" 

Doug laughed. "Holy hell, why not? Although I didn't know that you and Peter 
... " 

"I thought married guys ... " said Peter. 

"We've lost precious time," said Naomi. She rolled over on top of Peter's 
hips. "Doug, you get the suck tonight. Poor Peter is a few laps behind 
in.the Great Naomi Sex Race." 

"Super," Peter smiled. 

"I think as senior man ... " Doug protested. 

She interrupted him, taking Peter's stiff prick and feeding it between her 
legs: "We'll do it my way, Doug." 

Until that moment Naomi was more intrigued by the game and the surprise for 
the two men than thinking about the possible rewards of having sex with two 
men at the same time. -^ 

Peter caught her hips, as she fitted his cock to her notch and he shoved in. 
He didn't get in far because she hadn't been thinking of sex and so had not 
oiled properly. 

"Ju ... Just a minute," she gasped. 

She rotated her hips on the head of his prick. It was absolutely thrilling, 
getting that mushroom-shaped rod head to circle just inside of her cunt; her 
oils seemed to spring happily from the walls of her vagina. 

"Wow, you wet fast!" he said. 

"Fan~tas-tic," she cried happily. From now on she decided it was best to 
start sex almost dry and use the rotation method of getting herself ready, 
it felt so good. 

Doug still grumbled, but there were a couple of reasons not to fuss too 
hard. For one thing he'd savored the taking of a twenty-year-old virgin's 
cunt last night and he owed the world something for that. My God, it was 
this woman's daughter! For another, he realized that for the first time in 
his life he'd get to witness an actual fuck between two adult human beings, 
an erotic sight only a few were privileged to see. It still shocked him that 
his assistant had made time with Naomi, but he didn't know whether it was 
the boy or the woman. Anyway, just now wasn't the time to think about that. 

On top of Peter, Naomi widened her legs and sank down on Peter's prick. Doug 
could see it clearly ... the young shaft digging up into the expanding hole 
of the woman, reaming her open and it gave him a rush of rising excitement. 

"That is something," he breathed. 

"Perhaps I'd better turn off the light," Naomi nodded. 

"No," Peter disagreed. 

"No!" Doug cried out. 

She shrugged and went back to the luscious business of impaling herself with 
growing sexuality on Peter's thick rod. If Evelyn came up the stairs, by 
great bad fortune, the dim night-light being on or off wouldn't help or hurt 
them. 

Fucked to her depth, Naomi bent forward on Peter, bringing her magnificent 
breasts to his chest. It felt elegant and highly sexy. 

"Let me feel!" cried Doug. 

He shot a hand under her buttocks to feel his assis- tant's cock inside of 
her cunt. He sensed the base of the cock and felt the velvet lips pushed 
back around it as well as the warm sex oils and the heat of the crotches. 

"Wow!" 

"You men," laughed Naomi. 

"Do it so I can feel," Doug ordered. 

Peter obligingly rammed in and out of the cunt for several strokes so that 
Doug could feel it. It was really something. Oiled prick pressed into tight 
cunt, Doug felt it all. He added to Naomi's pleasure by gouging his finger 
into her filled cunt to further jog her clit. 

"HOOOOO," she said. The sudden surge of hot sex delight lifted her too fast. 
"Oh, don't do that. I'll come like a racehorse at the gate!" 

Reluctantly Doug pulled back, but he continued to feast his eyes on the 
nudity of the fucked woman, seeing how her naked buttocks, thighs and belly 
worked as she took prick. The flex of her soft muscles under smooth skin was 
a trip in itself. Beautiful! 

"Oh, Naomi, you're one sweet honey!" cried Peter. 

"Ah, Peter, so deeeeeep in me. Ah, ah," she exulted. 

Briefly, Peter had been scared when he'd come into the room and found his 
boss also naked on the bed. He'd also been shocked. It had never occurred to 
him that Doug, a married man, would fool around behind his wife's back. That 
always happened to strangers. Not that he blamed Doug, what with Evelyn's 
fatness and disinterest in sex. No man in Minneapolis would look twice at 
Mrs. Sandstrom, nor did she seem to care. Poor Doug! 

Then Peter realized that this shared secret between the two men put him in 
even more solid with his boss. Doug and Naomi had probably done it several 
times, so it was a privilege to be admitted into the act, to add this erotic 
flair! 

He held Naomi's firm, naked buttocks and fucked into her belly with growing 
confidence. The mess he'd made of the sex up at the cabin had been forgiven. 
This time she wanted him, wanted the flail-joy of his penis. Well, she'd get 
it! 

He reamed up into her cunt with vigorous thrusts, making soft sounds of 
eagerness as he took her measure. He felt her quiver and grunt at the animal 
drive of his manhood. 

"Oh, baby, you like it," he said. 

"I-I-I feel it ... I-like it," she managed. 

Her belly did feel the sweet effects of the young man's jong. The bridge 
game, Evelyn, the trick she played on the men ... all that receded as she 
thrilled to the piston of the throbbing male sex in her. She felt gorgeous, 
hot tensions of pleasure streaking up her belly. 

That wasn't all of her pleasure. To have Doug see her being plugged added a 
new dimension of excitement as they broke the taboo of the privacy of sex. 
She understood why the idea of orgies fascinated people. 

Doug had had enough voyeurism for the moment. He considered it would be 
undignified for him to masturbate watching the others fuck, though he wanted 
to. He took a position behind Peter's shoulder. 

"Well, Naomi, you wanted two men and you've got two men, so what do you plan 
to do about it?" 

Naomi stared at him with glazed eyes, concentrating on the happy friction in 
her cunt and belly that whipped her to glory. But, yes, she wanted to take 
the cocks of two men into her body at the same time. 

"Hah ... hold it, Peter. Ease, ease for a m-moment," she said. 

"Down, Tiger," laughed Doug. 

He fed his cock forward to Naomi's hand and mouth with satisfaction. One 
added factor that made this orgy sex okay was that he'd discovered that his 
prick was slightly larger than Peter's. 

Naomi leaned forward to take Doug's member into her mouth. It tasted 
heavenly, once she began her suck, serious, meaty, rich and virile. At once 
her interior feeling of sexuality rose sharply as she'd suspected it would. 

"Two guys ... fab ... u-lous," she gasped between sucks. 

"AHHHH, UHHHHH," said Doug. 

He could watch the plunging loins of the male and female fuck-locked and 
reaming as he felt the hot pressure of the mouth on his rod. Faintly he 
could even sense the sex motions of the others through Naomi's body. That 
was really sexy! 

For the first few moments Naomi just didn't think she could manage it. Sex 
was an encompassmg, thrilling sensation that blocked out everything else. 
While she was being fucked down below she hated to be distracted from that 
pleasure. Yet the human body is ever adaptable. After a few adjustments she 
participated in both sensations and could handle it. 

A part of her tasted Doug's prick meat and felt the smooth exudation of his 
preseminal fluid on her tongue. It was an exquisite pleasure to bite and to 
suck on the sexed-up penis while the other worked so hotly in her cunt. She 
felt forward along his shaft to his balls to enjoy the erotic sensations of 
fondling a male sex organ in its excited state. 

She didn't have to worry about Peter and her cunt. The younger man rammed in 
and out of her with powerful lustful strokes. Each round of friction-play 
seemed to drive her to higher pleasure and make her cunt, her belly and her 
whole body come alive with glowing excitement. 

"Two's ... better than one ... "she cried out between sucks. 

She felt like the queen of the world in servicing two eager young blades. 
What would her other friends of forty plus make of her double conquest? 

"Maybe ... we should get ... somebody for your ass," laughed Doug in between 
his grunts of pleasure. 

"No, thanks, this is fine." 

"I can hear her suck your cock," said Peter from below. He felt bolder now. 
"I can look up, I can see it all." 

"I see you, too," laughed Doug. "You're jamming it into her like this is 
your last time ever. Don't wear it out." 

"Can't help ... feels so great. Tight, hot, wet." 

"So's mine," said Doug. "Tight, yes, and hot and wet. Besides I get the teee 
... OHHH ... her teeth ... grooving my cock." 

He ran his hands in luxury through Naomi's thick, dark hair. He began to 
stroke down the slope of her back, pleasing his sensitive palms with the 
caresses of her supple flesh. His other hand sought one of her tits. 

As if by magic Peter reached up at the same time to fondle and knead her 
other breast. The new attack on Naomi almost made her come. 

"Ah, heee ... you men ... oh, I'm so sennnnnnsitive there! Feels soooo 
GREAT!" 

She went back to sucking Doug's cock, yet for a few panicked seconds she 
thought her body would close on Peter's pulsing pecker as she gave up her 
total sexuality. The fire of pleasure laced her whole body now, knees to 
shoulders. That crazed, ineffable feeling of deep erotic distress-joy 
possessed her. 

"Caaaa-can't last long," she reported. 

"How much time?" called Peter. 

Doug looked at his wrist watch. 

"Lots of time. Not even fifteen minutes yet. We can go for twenty, still 
have time to dress and get back downstairs by eleven-thirty." 

His playing the detached, sucked bigshot, showing complete control almost 
cost him his jism. Naomi's teeth and tongue seemed to strike a main sex 
nerve suddenly organizing his whole body into a fiery torch of pleasure. 

"OH, GREAT GOD," he said, losing his cool. 

"Break him, Naomi," cheered Peter. "I can see him getting ready to throw 
it." 

Doug stopped stroking her back and her breast to hold her head. He gritted 
his teeth and fucked faster into her mouth, making her take it. 

"Can go ... like this ... all night ... " he boasted. 

"MMMMMMMMM." 

"She wants to say something, boss." 

"It isn't a contest!" gasped Naomi when Doug released her head. She was so 
high and hot now she thought she might go any split second. 

Yet a curious, deeply erotic situation held them. Each hung just below the 
point of orgasm in an excruciating pleasure world of wild, reacting sex 
nerves, frictioned to maximum pleasure. Breathing was deep and rich as three 
hearts pounded. All three bodies were moist with the excitement of the 
three-way sex. 

"FEEL IT SO ... DEEP," said Naomi. 

She felt she was so soaked in erotic joy that the slightest additional 
pressure that she received at any point on her body would fling her to 
orgasm, yet she reveled in holding on to her voluntary control, right at the 
edge of orgasm. 

Doug had resumed his breast massage and his back-stroking, taking in the 
richness of caressing her nude, moist skin. 

"Can't last ... want to hang on," he said. 

He couldn't believe his shaft would take so much hot sucking and his 
reservoir not break. It felt like his jism inside of his body sizzled to a 
steam state and his whole body was bloated with the tension of his joy. 

"Should've thrown it ... long ago," Peter gasped from below. 

He'd never had such a lusty fuck. The younger women he'd had sex with had 
either come very fast and pulled him along or he had rammed himself to glory 
because they obviously would never come. This was mutual, teasing, rising 
action where Naomi's quivers of sexuality added to his flames and his added 
to hers. 

They hung, fucking and sucking, drifting deeper into the true magnificent 
state of animal eroticism where the body is all and the plunging male or 
female is only vaguely aware of the other, though highly stimulated. 

"Screw her ass," said Peter. 

At first Naomi, in her pleasure rocking didn't make sense of the words. They 
only became real when she felt Doug's fingers that had roamed down the 
lovely valley of her backbone slide down to her crack. 

"She likes it," Peter was panting passionately. 

"NOOOOO," cried Naomi. 

Too late! Doug found the pucker of her asshole. Her seam was plenty wet 
enough from the oils that Peter had fucked out of her. Doug used the cunt 
juices to oil her hole and press it with his finger. That was the straw that 
topped the whole haystack. 

Her sensitive anus nerves, so far not disturbed, flung a riotous signal of 
stimulation up into her belly, triggering her glazed, near breaking cunt 
nerves. 

"HA--OHHHHHH," she said. 

She let go of Doug's cock. She quivered in ecstatic joy, like someone shot 
by an electric current of pleasure. She went half-faint as the elevator 
thrill in her belly shot up to burst through the ceiling of her control. 

"NOWWW, OW, OW," she cried out. 

She felt his finger go inside of her sphincter and she clipped. 
Excruciatingly lovely throbs of her cunt and asshole spun her completely out 
of control in passion-pleasure. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she said, squeezing, gasping, spluttering, surrendering 
her womanhood to Peter who plunged faster inside of her. Continuous runs of 
orgasmic relief and happiness made her grunt and twist. 

That was too much for Peter. The rhythmic girl explosions, muffled in her 
cunt, along his cock overloaded his own sex equipment. 

"MEEEE, TOOOO," he sang. "Uh, uh, uh, uh." 

His butt lifted under her as he froze. His liquid darts came from an 
exploding muscular set of convulsions while his eyes wentT^ig and his every 
muscle joined the chain that added to the power of his ejaculation. 

Never had he thrown such fantastic, powerful shots of liquid into a woman's 
body. Each dart brought intense relief and exquisite, burning joy. It felt 
like his cock shot through her soft womb flesh and laid his baby stuff into 
the middle of her vital parts. Wham, wham, wham. He was later ashamed of the 
animal grunts and groans that he felt rush out of him as he clutched Naomi's 
buttocks, felt her cunt clip and seeded deep in her belly. 

"AH, YES, YES, YES," he said, relishing the double orgasm they paid each 
other. In some ways, he realized, he'd never truly plumbed his own erotic 
depths before. This was the sweet ultimate, and it felt like he could 
convulse and spend in her cunt forever. 

"Go, you two, go," Doug encouraged them. 

"Ah, ah, ah." "Uh, uh, uh." 

Doug had temporarily lost his cocksuck, yet he didn't mind the interruption 
as he watched the sexual surrender of the woman and the man. It was 
delicious to see Naomi strain and hear her grunt and watch her have to give 
up her womanhood just from that extra shot of contact in her hot little ass. 
He didn't have to frig very far into her butt-hole either, just inside the 
sphincter to feel the slick, silken gut. He enjoyed the sensation of her 
asshole throbbing on his finger as her cunt clipped on Peter's prick. 

With his finger sliding inside her tight asshole, he could feel Peter's 
prick throb through her membrane, as Peter seeded into her belly. He felt 
like he was tight and close to the holy act of creation; it was intensely 
sexy. 

Naomi tapered, got some of her senses back, and immediately attacked his 
cock. She pulled up off of Peter's hips so he could see the run of spent sex 
juice from her body and the high glisten of Peter's reddened still stiff 
cock, heavily smeared with her juices and his. 

"Uh," said Doug. 

Naomi laughed. She reached down her belly to soak her hand in the combined 
juices of sex and jacked off Doug's cock with the silken, hot stuff, right 
out of her belly, Peter's seed and her oils. Doug's cock slurped to be 
stroked in her fist with those virile oils. 

"Holy hell!" he said. 

They could all hear his cock slog to its thrilled finish. Yet that wasn't 
all. Naomi cried, "Now I drink!" 

She slurped his cock and the juices into her mouth and Doug thought he was 
going to jump out of his skin in excitement. 

"OH, AHHHHHH!" he cried, much too loudly. He gave a fearsome, deep grunt of 
exquisite pleasure. He seized Naomi's shoulders and then bunted into her 
mouth, frozen briefly in hot joy and let his jism fly. 

His sperm shot out of his cock in thrilled bursts to mingle with the other 
juices as she drank the leaping member. Doug felt like he tossed it from his 
toes as he shot it off, relieved and joy-crazed with spurt after spurt of 
boiling come. 

"AH, MEEEEEEE," he groaned and let it all go. His butt tensed and untensed, 
his belly muscles locked and unlocked, as he threw spuming shots of greased 
seed into Naomi's sucking, milking mouth which she gulped down in 
unrestrained joy. It was a fabulous clearance of his sex reservoir. 

He fell forward,, spent and glowing, when he'd blasted out all he had to 
give. No ... he had no complaint over being the one to get the suck, not the 
fuck! 

The three hedonists fell apart to rest for a moment, hearts slowing and 
breathing going easier. 

"Got to move out pretty quick," said Peter. "It must be about eleven thirty 
... " 

At that moment it seemed as if doom struck. They all plainly heard an 
approaching heavy tread coming up the stairs. EVELYN! 

"Oh-oh," muttered Doug. "We made too much noise." 

"YESSSSS," Peter groaned in erotic delight. 

"Quiet," hissed Naomi. "Nobody move!" 

Her hand swept over to wink out the night light. Her heart started to pound 
again as she heard Evelyn's heavy step reach the top of the stairs, and then 
the bulky figure came into sight, clearly outlined in the dim light from the 
hall . . . 

At about the moment that Naomi and her friends concluded their sex run at 
the Allison house, Veronica was also experiencing a new sexual adventure at 
her apartment. She lay on her bed, stark naked, legs open and stared at the 
other person in her bedroom. 

Debbie Payne, her redheaded friend from work stepped close to the bed. 

"You really ... you think it's all right if I feel in your ... " 

"I want you to feel in my cunt," said Veronica calmly. "I want to prove that 
I'm not a virgin any more." 

"Oh, I believe you." 

The good-looking redhead sat on the edge of Veronica's bed and stared at the 
long, nude body of her friend. The two girls from Glacier Lake had been 
friends since Veronica had joined, and more than once they'd played lesbian. 
Nothing serious. Just kidding around. 

Debbie Payne fascinated Veronica because she was so much her opposite. 
Debbie was the office sex target ... every office has one. No matter how 
hard she tried to escape the image she couldn't. The rounded little redhead 
had buttery locks, an open, pert face, a curving salacious mouth, and a 
sinuous walk that drove men crazy. "It has something to do with my spine 
linkages, not my desire to get laid," Debbie said smiling in annoyance. 
Debbie was the sort of girl who could smile when angry. 

Veronica's austere, pure classical face, scrubbed look, Scandanavian body, 
won her respect and even awe from some men. At the water cooler, men 
practially bowed and handed her the first cup. Debbie, at the water cooler, 
usually got her bouncy behind patted. 

The truth amused Veronica. She was innocent but kinky. Debbie was far from 
innocent, but straight. Veronica worried about her kinks, while Debbie 
wished she had some. 

Debbie placed a shy hand on Veronica's smooth, flat belly. 

"You sure you want me to feel." 

"Oh, Debbie, of course I want you to feel! I'm proud of it!" 

Debbie daintily felt into Veronica's cunt, making the blonde girl gasp and 
shift as her private sex tunnel was invaded. 

"HAH!" 

The redhead's eyes, as blue as Veronica's widened as she slowly felt up the 
soft girl channel of her friend. 

"You're c-clear all right. Smooth as glass." 

"Jog me." 

"What?" 

Veronica laughed. "How many times in this life do you get a chance to feel 
up another woman's cunt, Debs?" 

"But ... you've never felt in mine." 

"I WILL NOW." 

Veronica jumped the smaller girl, pulling her onto the bed. She hastily 
began to strip off Debbie's panties. The girls had been trying on clothes, 
so that Debbie wore only a bra and panties. 

The two of them wrestled on the bed, laughing, as Veronica slowly imposed 
her will on Debbie and skinned her panties off. They began to pant and 
writhe in the excitement of fondling each other's nudity. At last Veronica 
pinned Debbie's arms with one of hers and felt down the plush belly of the 
redhead, right through the wiry pubic hairs, to finger into her cunt. 

"How many men have been at your goodies this week, Debs?" 

"Oh-hooo. N-n-none. But a few tried." 

"Including Doug Sandstrom?" 

"No. But some day he will, I know. I feel it in my bones. He has a fat, ugly 
wife, you know." 

"That could get you the promotion you've always wanted. He's a 
vice-president ... and young. Roving eye." 

"Oh, Ronnie, I couldn't do that!" They were silent for a few moments while 
Veronica slowly, easily jazzed the smaller girl's cunt with her fingers. She 
held Debbie in a tight lock, enjoying the quivers that the sex-stroking 
brought, relishing the play of Debbie's smooth buttocks on her belly and 
thighs. Debbie's breathing went deep while Veronica felt her friend's 
heartbeat speed up. She wondered if she were really going to girl-fuck 
Debbie. She wondered why she always got these kinky ideas. 

It was admittedly pretty sexy, but you never knew what you were getting 
into. Her loss of virginity made her feel free, powerful, able to do 
anything. She'd never worry about a lesbian act, now that she knew she was 
okay with men ... she'd enjoyed the fuck too much to ever worry. 

"Veronica ... sh-should we do this?" "Have I ever kissed you?" 

"Yeah, Ronnie, that day in the car, don't you remember? It.was weird, but 
nevertheless sexy. Tongues inside mouths, everything." 

"Have I ever fooled with your breasts?" She cupped one of Debbie's small, 
neat tits in her free hand, felt the hard nipple through the bra. 

"Ye-ees, we did that too, the time at the swimming pool." 

"Did you ever think I might put my fingers in your box, or try to suck you 
off?" 

"I've ... thought about it. Oh, Veronica, I get so damned tired of men 
coming after me. It's a struggle to put them off. Sometimes I just give in. 
It's easier to take a f-fuck than argue, so it's nice to have an 
understanding girl friend." 

"Well, you and I are going to take on a guy one more time. Both of us, at 
once. His name is Doug Sandstrom." 

"VERONICA!" 

"I've decided. You need that promotion. There's something I want, too, and 
it's the best way to get it." 

She hugged Debbie's voluptuous body and continued to finger-fuck her. After 
a while the redhead began to grunt in sex happiness and gyrate her cunt on 
Veronica's fingers. 

"Ah-uh, you're going to t-t-take me, Veronica." 

"Just harmless girl-play. Someday we might go all the way in the full 
lesbian thing. We'll see." 

Then she drove Debbie ruthlessly, making the redhead whine and gasp and rise 
and rise until with a cry of excited pleasure Debbie locked her thighs on 
Veronica's fingers and throbbed her orgasm. 

"Oh, ahhhh, oh, oh, oh ... " 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was delicious fun for the two girls to capture Doug Sandstrom and take 
him to Veronica's apartment on the following Tuesday night. 

"But how are we ever going to get something started?" asked Debbie. "He 
might make a-pass at one or the other of us ... but how together?" 

"Just leave it to me," grinned Veronica. Since losing her maidenhead she 
felt totally competent and bold in the sex areas, where before she'd been 
asexual and repressed. It was almost like a special kind of gradua- tion. 

The girls got some food, promising Doug a nice home-cooked meal. Doug had no 
problem in getting the evening off ... it was one of Evelyn's favorite TV 
nights. On those nights he had the feeling that she preferred him not to be 
around so she was obligated to talk to him. All that was required was a 
quick call home and the excuse of a sudden conference. Important executives 
had to expect these sudden, after-hours meetings. 

Doug felt he was going to have to mend his ways on his extra-curricular sex 
activities. The episode Saturday night had been wild and crazy, so they 
almost got caught. 

When Evelyn reached the head of the stairs that night she'd been on her way 
to the bathroom. The three naked people held their breaths but she didn't 
look into the bedroom. Naomi grabbed her clothes and scurried down the 
stairs to show Evelyn the needlepoint which, fortunately she had in the 
bedroom. Peter scuttled to the other bedroom to dress and appear later, 
muttering about Naomi's storm window. 

Doug had to sweat it out, naked in the bedroom until Evelyn finished in the 
bath and returned downstairs. It was murder because he'd left his clothes in 
the bathroom where Evelyn might see them. Luck was on his side. When he got 
back downstairs, dressed, having made a detour to bring in the snack stuff 
from the trunk of his car, everything was quiet and normal. Evelyn hadn't 
caught on. The evening ended with the swingers relieved and Evelyn still in 
the dark. 

Just the same Doug knew that discovery was inevitable if he kept taking 
chances like that. Tonight should be okay. He'd convinced himself he had to 
have a long, serious talk with Veronica about helping her mother find that 
picture. 

Time was running out on Naomi. Harrison Clark wanted the picture or his 
money back, so every effort had to be made. Doug thought that Veronica might 
have heard something from her father that didn't seem important at the time, 
or could even be hiding solid information from her mother. He was the 
perfect go-between, with deep feelings for both of them. 

It annoyed him that he couldn't be with Veronica alone. 

"I hoped to see you privately," he managed to whisper to Veronica. 

"Come on, Doug. Debbie's a nice person and we planned to get together." 

"Maybe she'll go home early." 

"Maybe," smiled Veronica. 

It would've been fine if he'd had Debbie alone. She was a sexy redhead. More 
than once he'd debated making a pass at her, but the affair with Naorni 
eliminated the need. He knew his chances of making out when there were two 
girls together were zero. Women took no reputation risks around another 
woman. 

While the girls prepared the dinner, Veronica got him aside to suggest that 
he take a shower. 

"In case Debbie leaves early?" he whispered hopefully. 

"In case Debbie leaves early," she grinned. 

It made sense. There was no greater sex than after a nice cleansing, 
relaxing shower. If he got it ahead of time, he and Veronica could jump in 
bed as soon as Debbie faded. 

Doug started his shower in a happy, mellow mood. Life had been good to him 
lately both in his career and especially in a sex way. As he moved aside all 
of the myriad bottles, jars and containers with which women seemed to line 
their bathtubs and let the hot water play on him he felt his cock thicken 
and get half hard, anticipating the delightful time ahead. 

The door opened. Through the mist of the water and the vagueness of the 
shower curtain he saw Veronica practically undressed with her nearly nude 
flesh, distorted by the curtain. 

"Baby, how about a nice kiss?" he called out to her. 

A small hand came through the division of the curtains. He laughed, took it 
and put it down on his half-hard cock. Then he reached through the curtains 
and lifted Veronica right into the shower-tub with him. She was surprisingly 
light in his arms. Blue eyes flashed on his in astonishment, and a swirl of 
beautiful red hair flew. 

"DEBBIE!" he cried. 

"Oh, hu-hullo, Mr. Sandstrom!" 

She wore only her panties. Her neat round breasts were nude. 

"I Was only ... I just ... " 

Her warm body came against his, her panties wetting instantly. 

"Mr. Sandstrom, I ... I've been meaning to talk to you. I think you can help 
me with a promotion." 

His cock was against her belly, hardening. Her sweet, soft flesh was quickly 
wet with water, so that his hands slid sexily on her supple young flesh. 

"Pro-promotion?" he gasped. 

It was shocking, his mistake. It was also incredibly thrilling to find 
himself alone in the shower with this near-nude young girl, so good-looking 
and so desirable. He ran his hands down her curving back. He cupped her 
rounded buttocks. He pressed her belly tight to his cock. 

"I just thought I'd mention- ... " she squeaked. 

"Debbie, always thought you were a gem, a real fine, beautiful g-girl," he 
cried. "Oh, Debbie, I really want to know you better." 

"I know you could help me get that raise, Mr. Sandstrom." 

"Call me Doug." 

Hugging was not enough. He turned her face up and kissed her. Soft, warm 
lips opened as they thrilled together in a tight lock. He felt like the top 
of his head would come off with joy. Imagine getting a crack at the luscious 
redhead. 

The promotion would be no problem from his executive position. A few more 
dollars for a girl, a different title. What was the point of being a VP if 
you couldn't work a few deals like this. He'd been canny; the company would 
raise no objection if he wanted to promote Debbie Payne. 

"Can you ... uh, help me, Doug?" 

Her surprise was over. She showed no resentment. In fact, her eyes had a 
salacious, excited look. Seductive. 

"You know I can help you, Debbie. Especially if you're ... ah ... friendly 
like this." 

"I've always liked you, Doug. But we'd have to get away from Veronica 
tonight. You know, leave early and go to my place, or something." 

There was no hesitation in Doug's mind now. Veronica was better-looking than 
Debbie, and Veronica was the girl he'd expected to have tonight. For Debbie 
this was a new sex experience, practically falling into his arms. If he 
could have her, turn her on ... well, it was just too good a chance to miss. 
He'd already been with Veronica. This was new stuff ... and available. 

Veronica would probably be available to him in the future. It was obvious 
that he couldn't have both girls at once, so it was best to take the new 
stuff. Besides, she was folded into his arms giving him the world's greatest 
hard-on. There are few thrills finer than to have fantasized about a woman 
at one's work, seeing her in her clothes day after day, lusting for her ... 
and then finding her naked in your arms! 

He closed his eyes, kissing her hungrily, making her breathing go deep, and 
caressed her naked flesh made doubly sexy by the slickness of the water. 

"Oh, doll, I do dig you ... always have. Thought a dozen times about asking 
for a date," he told her between kisses. 

"But, Mr. Sandstrom ... Doug ... y-you're married." 

"My wife hates sex. She wants me to get it on the outside," he lied. He 
could not have told that lie a couple of weeks ago. His new erotic life 
changed him. 

He discovered her beautiful tits, gleaming with the water, big-tipped, ripe 
and enticing. He gobbled them and felt his sexuality rise another notch. 
Those hard little nipples, this soft yielding body, that hot willing mouth 
... Debbie Payne was a great fuck. He felt wild to take her right down in 
the tub. 

"Debbie, I HAVE TO HAVE IT," he cried in happy desperation. 

She was almost as hot as he. Veronica had sent her into the bathroom and 
told her what to do. Debbie couldn't believe that it would be that easy to 
get into sex with the vice-president. Young as he was, he seemed like a 
remote, dignified person who never thought about such things. A brainy girl 
who knew about such things had told her that men who had power were very 
sexy to women. She didn't know whether it was his body, which was great, or 
his position, his power to help her out, that turned her on. 

She knew that her cunt burned and her belly creamed ... and it had been 
easy, just like Veronica predicted. The virility of that big cock pressing 
the out- side of her stomach turned her on as much as anything. 

"I ... haven't been having much sex lately," she confessed. "I--I don't know 
if I can handle this." 

"Doll, that's an easy problem to solve!" 

His fingers slid inside of her wet panties, down around the curve of her 
firm buttocks, between her legs and in to her seam. He found her cunt. 

"Oh, now," she protested, jumping. It embarrassed her to have a man finger 
into her cunt. 

"Love your hot little box." 

"Doug, Doug ... I don't think ... Veronica's cooking in the kitchen ... but 
if she muh-misses meee. Oh, oh." 

"Baby, suck me, just a little bit." 

Even more than the hugging, kissing and nipple-biting, he wanted to get his 
cock inside of her body RIGHT NOW. She was a luscious little piece. He 
forced her to the knees in the tub, his back protecting her hair from the 
spraying water. 

Her eyes got big as she saw the size of his jabber but she took it into her 
mouth. 

"HO-HUUUUUUU," he gasped in high pleasure. 

She was turned on now, beginning to lose her inhibitions. The feel of his 
hard meat along with the excited quivers of his body told her he was crazy 
for her ... which gave her permission to let her feelings go. 

"Just ... keep my hair dry," she begged. 

He grabbed a towel from the shower curtain rod and protected her long red 
hair. She turned back to her erotic work, jogging her own cunt, feeling the 
heat of her belly grow as her love-desires expanded and began to possess 
her. Maybe they could get off a run before dinner. 

Doug was in his own kind of heaven. He rocked on his feet, thrusting his 
cock with determination into Debbie's hot mouth, feeling the hot sex need 
trace up his body from his knees to his shoulders. What made this trip 
especially good was the spray of warm water on his back. It warmed his skin 
on his back, then ran smoothly over his buttocks, some of it inside his 
crack and down his back thighs to add a silken, erotic touch. 

"That water ... feels so good ... behind ... and your mouth, d-doing me," he 
enthused. 

She paused a minute to laugh and say: "It feels great but it's a little hard 
on my knees." 

"Just a little while, dear heart," he begged. 

She did the standard things. She turned her head sideways to take separately 
each ball into her mouth and suckle it ... he felt that deep in his guts. 
She nibbled up one side of his blade and down the other. She used her pink 
tongue to rim and rim again the mushroom top of his rod, to bring all the 
thick sex nerve patch into excitement. 

"AHHHH, THAT'S DOING IT," he encouraged her. 

What made it feel especially good was that the arch of her mouth fit the 
shape of his cock exactly. When she sucked his member in and pressed on the 
bottom of his shaft, his cock head notched tightly into the hot velvet roof 
of her mouth ... and he thought he'd come up jerking and spurting from that 
delicious sex fit. 

"Perfect ... cock suck," he told her. "Every five, six rides in you ... I'm 
twice as hot as the last round." 

"I made it ... too," she confessed. 

Her hand continued busily between her legs. Once Debbie got sexed up she 
sure lost that shyness! 

His mad desire to throw jism grew and grew as the minutes passed. He got 
used to the steady drumming of the water, forgot where he was in the growing 
delight ... 

"Won't ... be long now ... " he whispered. 

His cock throbbed drily in ecstasy, while his boiling jism inside began to 
send signals that it couldn't be contained for long. 

That was Veronica, knocking on the door. 

"DOUG. HURRY THAT SHOWER. DINNER . . . SOON READY!" 

Doug had forgotten all about dinner, all about the outside world. He came 
back to the present with a start. Debbie's reaction was even stronger. She 
slid his cock out of her mouth. She got up and out of the tub. 

"Doug ... got to go ... can't let Veronica catch us ... " 

"No. Noooo ... " he begged. 

"After dinner ... you could pretend meeting ... leave," she said. "Then I 
could leave after that ... catch up with you." 

"Debbie,- you come back here." 

"No, no. We can't afford to get caught." 

She grabbed one of the big towels and fled the bathroom, leaving him hung up 
high, within inches of a luscious orgasm. He groaned in frustration. 

It seemed as if Debbie was barely gone when Veronica came back, this time 
actually entering the bathroom. Unfortunately she was clothed. 

"How are you getting along, Doug?" 

"F-fine!" 

He was actually just about to grab his aching, frustrated prick and give it 
a discharge. She came right up to the shower and stood there. 

"Let me feel it." 

He caught his breath. His cock was rock hard, still rigid from the exquisite 
suck action of Debbie. What would she think if ... 

Her hand snaked inside of the shower curtain. She unerringly grabbed his 
cock, her fingers wrapping around it. 

"DOUG!" 

"I--Pve been thinking ... what we could do later," he improvised, sweating. 
"I ... guess I excited myself." 

She laughed and jogged his stiff prick. 

"I'll say. Just about all the way there. You must've been at yourself, 
Doug." 

"C-couldn't last through dinner without some re-relief," he said. 

"Stick it outside the curtain. I don't want to get wet." 

Breathing hard, he complied. She bent and sucked the erection into her 
mouth. Right after Debbie's suck. He came up on his toes and thrilled. 
Fantastic. 

"Oh, Veronica, that's hevvwvennn-leee," he cooed. 

In seconds she had him right back to where he'd been when Debbie deserted 
him. He didn't want to get Veronica wet, so he held onto the shower curtain 
rod and fucked, gasping, trembling in his eagerness to throw. God, he was 
hot. 

"I think-I think--" he-stuttered. 

It was Debbie knocking on the door this time. 

"HURRY UP, DOUG!" called Debbie. "SHE'LL GET SUSPICIOUS ... YOU IN THERE SO 
LONG!" 

"Whoops," laughed Veronica. "Almost discovered. We'll have to save it for 
later, Doug. I've got to get back to the food." 

"Veronica, damn it ... I'm dying ... " 

"Later, dear lover." 

She put her mouth down on his prick and gave him three or four luscious 
demand sucks. He almost went out of his mind. Those last pulls of her mouth 
on his cock peaked him. 

"See you soon," she whispered. 

She turned and was gone. Behind her Doug strained to his orgasm, unable to 
stop it now. As she opened the bathroom door, he grunted and shot off a 
long, happy loop of jism. The door barely closed when the hot come hit it, 
Veronica unaware of what happened. 

"OH, GOD. OH, OH, OH." 

He rinsed out spurt after spurt. The second and third shot across the 
bathroom in graceful arcs and splattered on the door where the first had 
hit. With some of the high tension gone, the next ones spumed out but fell 
short of the door. He shot lazy snakes of male liquid in a trail clear 
across the floor, grunting his joy, the last couple barely making it out of 
his cock. In a way it was a waste of jism, yet he felt his power and 
virility as he saw the stuff curl through the air before falling to the 
floor. He had no complaint. He'd been sexily sucked by two fabulous young 
girls, and there was no way he could keep his excited lifeseed in his body 
after a double manipulation like that . . . 

He felt relaxed at dinner but he soon saw he was caught in a dangerous 
dilemma. Veronica got him aside and whispered. 

"Why don't you pretend you have some work to do and leave after dinner. When 
Debbie takes off you can sneak back in. Then we'll have our real evening." 

"A great idea," he said. 

But what was he to do? When he left, Debbie had already arranged to leave, 
and he'd join her outside to go to her house. If he did that, that would 
leave Veronica waiting for him to return to the apartment. 

Dinner was finished ... it was time to act. He still didn't know how to 
handle it. 

"I'm glad you don't have any late work you have to go back to, tonight," 
Veronica prodded him. 

"Yes. So many nights they tell me you have to come back. The executive's 
life," added Debbie. 

"Ohmigod," he saidi. "Glad you girls reminded me. I do have to head back to 
the office to do a report. It was so much fun I forgot." 

His misery was real when he left. Now he was really in the soup. If he 
followed Debbie when she went out, he'd enjoy a new lover ... but in the 
long run she didn't excite him as much as Veronica. If he returned to 
Veronica, he'd never get a second chance at Debbie. 

He sat in his darkened car, shivering. He was afraid to run the motor ... 
the girls might look out of the window and notice the white plume of smoke. 
For a few, wild moments he thought he might dash to Debbie's, fuck her, and 
then rush back to Veronica's . . , But, no. That was too much like making 
hard exercise out of one of life's great pleasures. So he sat as the long 
minutes went by, now thinking that he would go after Debbie, next that he 
would return to Veronica's. Debbie didn't come out. Time went by. He 
shivered, he cursed. There was a lot more to womanizing than sticking your 
happy prodder into some girl's hot cunt! 

Meanwhile Veronica and Debbie sipped coffee and wine in the comfort of the 
apartment and hugged themselves and each other in delight as they peeked out 
of the window and saw Doug's car with the disconsolate man sitting there, 
totally hung up. 

"You don't think he'll get mad at us?" asked Debbie after a long time had 
passed. 

"You saw how faithless he is, when I had you test him. He was ready to jump 
you, then he wanted to jump me. All most men think about is gettng their 
rocks off and finding a new sex partner whenever they can." 

"Well, there's my promotion ..." 

"Sit tight, Debbie. He deserves to suffer for an hour." 

At the end of the hour, Doug felt crushed, angry and miserable. To hell with 
it. He'd go on home. He'd tell the girls tomorrow that he got sick and 
couldn't keep the date, each thinking it was with her. Nooo ... that 
wouldn't do; then they'd be insulted that he couldn't stand their cooking. 
Oh, hell!! 

He spun his motor in disgust. He'd have to figure out something tomorrow. It 
served him right for being greedy and wanting to fuck both girls. 

Suddenly two shadows jumped at him, one on each side of the car. 

"Don't you want to come upstairs and fuck both of us at once?" grinned 
Veronica from the driver's side. 

"A lot easier than trying to be two places at once," laughed Debbie, 
approaching from the other side ... He glared at them, then laughed . . . 

Minutes later Doug rested in the middle of Veronica's bed, like a king with 
his harem. He was naked with only a towel thrown over his middle. Veronica 
gave him a pen and a pad of paper. 

"We're going to have a little fashion show," she said. "You have to keep 
score, see which girl is the most exciting." 

Doug took a sip of his wine, sighed and felt his euphoria. The girls were 
imaginative, give them that . . .The first sight they treated him with was 
Veronica in a fur coat, her blonde hair and beautiful face a striking 
contrast to the dark, glossy coat she wore. The coat ended just above her 
knees, showing part of her thighs, graceful and curving and then there were 
boots, emphasizing her well-turned calves. 

She paraded at the end of the bed, smiling provocatively. Then slowly . . . 
slowly she opened the coat. Doug had to catch his breath at the magnificent 
nude beauty she revealed. There was the thrilling line of her rounded, naked 
thighs leading up to net-like bikini panties that showed just a hint of her 
blonde pubic hairs and a fuzzy pink suggestion of her cunt. 

Her belly, navel, torso were naked, soft, gleaming, next came her breasts, 
absolutely naked, absolutely glorious, her nipples absolutely rock hard. 

To make the sight even more exciting, the inner lining of the coat was 
satin, so there was the fringe of fur, the gleam of the satin lining, and 
her young, nubile body, half-naked and provocatively posed. 

"That's a ten, ten, ten!" cried Doug happily. He clapped his hands. But 
Veronica, vacating her show-off spot thought with a smile and some inner 
excitement that the real proof was that tent of a hard-on she raised as his 
cock lifted the towel off his belly . . . 

Debbie responded with a fur chubby that covered her only to her waist. Below 
that she wore a long-forgotten miniskirt that barely covered her cunt. She 
also wore boots, and above them she wore the sheerest, sexiest pantyhose 
that Doug had ever seen. They were so fine that they looked like a mist. Her 
thighs and legs, in proportion to her body, were as elegant as Veronica's. 
She was smaller, but more rounded, more voluptuous. When she opened her 
chubby she also revealed naked breasts, not the glorious mountains of 
Veronica, but pert, meaty and well-shaped beauties with striking pink 
nipples. 

Her soft skin gleamed against the fur, her deep navel and slightly full 
belly gave way to the highly exciting red mass of pubic hair and then those 
fabulous thighs caught in the mist of the pantyhose. She raised the 
miniskirt to show him this and then turned slowly, still holding up the 
miniskirt to reveal her ass. 

Doug liked a cute girl's behind as much as the next man, yet this sight 
really made his cock strain. For the first time he could remember he had a 
sudden urge towards anal sex. Debbie's little butt was chubby with full 
circles and her dark crack in that pantyhose was a cocklifter. He just 
wanted to get off the bed and plunge his blade into her asshole, right 
through the pantyhose and those deep, sexy cheeks. 

"See anything?" 

"Perfect, Debbie. That's a ten," he laughed. 

She reached over and squeezed his cock in the towel. 

"NO!" cried Veronica from the closet where the girls changed costumes. 
"That's cheating." 

"I think one of us is going to get raped," laughed Debbie, skipping away 
from the bed as Doug made a swing at her to catch her in a hug and failed. 

Veronica next paraded forth in her new satin hostess pajamas, peach-colored, 
that Doug remembered so well. It was the outfit she'd worn on the night he'd 
fucked her virginity away. He found his breath going short to see that 
lovely body in the well-remembered outfit. 

To make it sexier, she tied the arms of the blouse around her neck and wore 
it on her back, leaving her front, including her breasts, exposed. As she 
turned this way and that, Doug feasted his eyes on the sheen of the pajama 
pants, swirling over her charms and her nudity up above. That had to be a 
ten, ten, ten, too, he thought. He also thought that Veronica cheated. She 
knew that her 'virginity' costume would send his blood pressure through the 
roof, but Debbie wouldn't know about that. 

"How am I doing," she smiled at him. 

"Ahead on the breasts, even on the belly and behind on the ass," he said, 
laughing. 

"Oh-ho," said Veronica and she dove for the closet. 

Debbie's next costume was a wine-colored sheath. It clung high to her neck 
and had a slit in the side. She showed no nude flesh at all ... yet it was 
one of the sexiest dresses Doug had ever seen on a woman. It was of a soft 
material that clung, and swirled and flowed at all feminine parts of her 
body, across her hips, pulling at her breasts to show nipples, stretched 
sexily across her ass, leaving a suggestive depression between her buttocks, 
and clinging to her belly and her thighs. 

"You wore that once at a company party; I remember it," said Doug. 

"And fought off beasts all night," laughed Debbie. "I never dared use it in 
public again." 

It just showed that nudity wasn't the only way a woman could display her 
sexuality, thought Doug. He gave it a 'nine', scratched that out and gave it 
a 'ten'. It was damned sexy. 

Veronica's next ... and last ... costume was so great that it stunned Doug 
and almost lifted him right off the bed. It looked like some kind of a body 
stocking, and it was either for show business or designed to have something 
worn underneath it. It was a tight-fitting black netting that covered 
Veronica from her throat to her ankles. It was as sheer as the pantyhose 
Debbie had worn, except it was black instead of gold. It was decorated with 
little clumps of 'spiders' or black cloth dots, giving the open netting a 
web effect, to catch the girl's ripe charms. It was also decorated at 
intervals with sequins that glittered in the light. Most of the costume was 
open, netting and Doug could see all of the girl's nakedness, her tits and 
red nipples, her cunt with blonde pubic hairs and pink slash. As she walked 
it shivered and clung to her body, jiggling at her breasts, pulling at her 
crotch, belly and hips. 

With Veronica's Scandanavian good looks, her blonde hair, her flashing eyes 
and then her exquisite body caught in this webbing, with the dark spots and 
glittering sequins, she made the most tantalizing creature Doug had ever 
seen. It was exceedingly sexy. 

She wore high heels and paced before him, while he stared in utter awe. It 
was incredible how the girl had flowered from the virginal innocence of a 
few days ago. She must have deep, hidden depths of high erotic flame, he 
thought, to be so utterly gorgeous and sexy when she was so girlish before. 

Then she turned and paraded away from him. 

"Oh, yessss!" he exclaimed. 

He had never seen such a desirable ass on a woman. It shattered the display 
Debbie had made. Veronica's buttocks were deeper and fuller than Debbie's. 
Her crack was breathtaking, and the twin upthrust curves were absolutely 
perfect. Her skin gleamed like satin and the contained female movements of 
her behind crazed him. He just wanted to jump on her and shove his prick as 
deep up her buttocks as it would go. 

"How does my ass come off?" she asked with a smile over her shoulder. 

"YOU WIN!" cried Doug. "That's a pure eleven, the living end!" 

Debbie came forth from the closet with her last costume, but both she and 
Doug watched the happy Veronica make one more parade around the room in that 
fabulous outfit. The combination of girl, costume and shining sexuality were 
so great that they held their breaths. 

It was that seldom-experienced sensation of seeing something classical and 
unforgettable. Doug had to shiver. Twenty ... forty years from now ... he'd 
never forget that gorgeous twenty-year-old body in that filmy, 
sequin-covered body costume. Even Veronica seemed aware that it was super 
special. They were all silent for a few moments. 

Debbie made her run with her final outfit but they all knew it was useless. 
She merely wore a red silk bandana canted across her hips, showing one 
flank, nylons with garters, some of the new high heels and a cute beret on 
top of her redhead. 

Both girls advanced on the bed then. Doug's cock had remained hard 
throughout the delicious display and now he sat up, ready for action. But it 
was not yet his moment. 

While he watched in astonishment and growing excitement, Veronica folded 
Debbie in her arms, right in front of him. Being slightly taller, she played 
the dyke and held Debbie's head as she bent and kissed her on the mouth. 

Girlish bellies forced together. Sweet young loins began to gyrate. Bold 
hands reached behind back to squeeze buttocks and press the girl bellies 
still tighter together. 

He saw their cheeks blush now and wet saliva as pink tongues flashed. They 
weren't faking it. They were French kissing and pelvic fucking one another. 
It was the wildest sight yet. 

Doug grabbed his cock and pumped it, throwing the towel aside. 

"Girls, I'll die of happiness before this night is over," he said. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Both girls stripped to the nude, Veronica taking care not to tear that sexy, 
delightful netting. Then they advanced on the bed. 

"Doug, you'll have to be the master of revels," said.. Veronica. 

He lifted the towel from his cock which sprang to stretched tension. He felt 
like a millionaire of the flesh as the two young women took places on either 
side of him and waited for him to make his desires known. 

It was a situation beyond compare. Doug reached to his left and to his 
right, placing his hands on each girl belly. He felt down to the two 
different cunts, enjoying the leisure to play before fucking. He found hot 
girl jelly inside each set of cunt lips. Wearing those clothes, showing off 
for him, keeping his prick locked to a hard-on, had excited the females. 

He sent a long finger up each swelling sex channel, felt two pairs of loins 
undulate, and heard two girl voices moan and gasp. 

"What a. fabulous time," he said. "Two of you at once ... how often in life 
does any man get to stroke two dolls ... and both of them beauties." 

"Don't forget, we want something from you." 

He brought his hands over from each cunt and laved his rod with the warm 
essence of both cunts, making it gleam and throb. 

"I know what you want, Debbie. What's your price, Veronica." 

"I'll tell you later," said the blonde. 

He had to make a decision now. Obviously he could only plug one girl. He'd 
have to suck the cunt of the other girl. Veronica turned him on the most, 
especially after wearing that sexy costume, but Debbie had the overwhelming 
advantage in that she was a new cunt that he'd never fucked. 

"I think I want to start with Debbie," he said. 

"Oh, you bastard," said Veronica. 

"Gome on, Ronnie," said Debbie. "You've only just started your sex life and 
you're already getting greedy." 

"I have a lot of catching up to do." 

"Yes, but I'm twenty-five and you're only twenty. You have a lot of time to 
catch up in." 

"You win," laughed Veronica. "I'll live with it." 

She didn't really mind ... she just wanted to tease Doug. From the beginning 
of the evening, she'd decided no what she wanted from Doug. She'd been 
sucked and sucked a male prick. She'd finally been fucked. She wanted to 
feel his cock up her ass. She guessed most women would have to be talked 
into something like that, but her anal interest was long-standing and 
deep-seated. Yet it wasn't the kind of letch you just burst out and 
explained casually. Let Doug have his nice, normal sex run and then get into 
the kink. 

They discussed different ways to perform the double sex. If Doug had mounted 
Debbie he'd have the most freedom to extend his head beyond hers and lick 
Veronica's cunt. Yet Debbie might have a feeling of being smothered. 

"It's all right. I'd be close to that excited slurping," said Debbie. 

Doug decided, however, to take Debbie on top of him. If she sat on his hips, 
his chest and head would be free for Veronica's cunt. She could either face 
Debbie to be eaten, or turn her back to Debbie so Debbie could see the show 
while being fucked. All of them got hot, just discussing the possibilities. 
Doug swung the redhead across his hips. "Here goes!" he cried. 

They all held their breaths as his hard cock approached Debbie's crotch. She 
spread her legs to expose her wet-gleaming pink cunt tissue. Cock met cunt. 
It sank sexily into the pink tunnel. It grooved up slowly, Debbie being 
small and tight. The redhead gave shorts gasps as she felt her body invaded 
by the huge prick. She was already dizzy from the sex tease of the clothes 
show and Veronica's kissing and fondling her. 

"OH, DOUG, I FEEEEEL IT!" she cried. "Get it in deep," Veronica advised, 
fascinated to see another woman being fucked by a hard penis. She stroked 
her own clit to feel surges of sex joy between her legs, up her belly. 

Debbie began to bounce to ease herself on the huge jong. Since her failed 
marriage that had ended a couple of years ago, she hadn't had much sex 
despite men always chasing her, so she found the experience fresh, exciting. 
She'd never hosted a cock as big as Doug's, which made her feel 
apprehensive, shivering in delight to take such a powerful member into her 
hot belly. Her juices flowed freely to oil the cunt-wounder, thank heavens! 

"MUH-MAYBEI CAN ST-STAND IT," she panted doubtfully. "Oh, oh, oh." It.almost 
hurt, still the friction was terrific and the pressure on her clit gorgeous. 

Doug held her buttocks as he forced her cunt open with his cock. 

"Un-believable," he went. 

The opening thrills of a fuck, opening the woman's passage was one of life's 
greatest joys. Debbie's interior body heat, her wetness and her tender 
movements sent huge flashes of joy up his shaft, deep into his body. 

It was Veronica's turn. She spread her legs and brought him her dew-flecked 
cunt, leaning forward past his head onto the bed, being careful to leave him 
breathing room. He brought his head up and locked his mouth on her cunt. He 
drove his tongue inside of her "- cunt. 

"Hooo-eeee," gasped Veronica. "You're stabbing my salt lick!" 

"MMMMMM." 

It definitely increased his sex heat. He let go of Debbie's hips to bring 
his hands up to Veronica's smooth, velvety hips and buttocks to control her 
loins. With his cock deep-seated in Debbie's body, he could leave that 
action to his own pumping and her. The fuck contact was so good that it 
needed nothing to improve it. 

For a few moments all the attention concentrated on the new sex. Veronica 
reveled in the soft, insistent tongue digging into her sensitive cunt flesh. 
"I'm taken, Doug. Oh, I'm taken!" Undulating her belly in majestic delight, 
she felt streaks of luscious sex tension and desire open her up. She let 
herself grunt and go animal in the sliding, riding trip on his tongue. 

Doug inhaled her sweet sex oils and slurped them down, smacking his lips. 

"I could eat your cunt off!" he cried excitedly. Girl cunt up above, 
practically mashing into his face, covering him with sex smells, tastes, 
touches. Girl cunt down below rocking, gripping torture-pleasing his shaft. 
He had found heaven on earth. 

To be sure it took some adjusting. Each person was distracted somewhat by 
the other sex scene going on, Debbie by the suck in front of her eyes, 
Veronica by the sounds and quivers of the fuck going on behind her back and 
Doug, doubly so, feeling cunt below and cunt above. Yet in jig time they all 
adjusted to the expanded sex and began to take advantage of it-Debbie 
enjoyed the most erotic sight. She could see the split of Veronica's 
buttocks, see the pleasured cunt, see Doug's thick, red tongue reaming into 
the sex passage. She leaned forward to grasp Veronica*s torso and lick and 
kiss the hollow of the girl's backbone. Her nipples raked into Veronica's 
thighs. 

The contact increased Veronica's pleasure. She felt Debbie hug her while she 
also felt Debbie's body shake from the hot fuck the girl took down below. 
Suddenly all three of them were locked into a triple sex action, each body 
pleasing the other two. Doug sucked down on Veronica's cunt and pleasured 
her, even as he drilled up in Debbie's hot box and fucked her dizzy. Debbie 
rocked happily on the eager prick as she satisfied her kissing and hugging 
need on Veronica's trembling, shifting body. Veronica felt the hot 
ministrations of Debbie's arms and breasts. 

"This is ... wildest trip ever!" Veronica thrilled. 

"Going to ... explode all over!" cried Doug. 

"Huh-heavenly ... incredible!" gasped Debbie. 

They rocked, twisted and writhed, both girl bellies getting hotter and 
sexier from the action. Doug began to sweat heavily, going into the serious 
animal phase of the erotic play. He hoped that he could hold out long enough 
to please both girls. When his orgasm came, it would be so strong he'd black 
out everything but his own leaping pleasure. 

They were able to hold the fierce, lustful action for another two minutes. 
Strangely, it was Veronica who broke first. That was because Debbie ran a 
finger down Veronica's crack, first rubbing her sensitive asshole and then 
fingering her friend's cunt, alongside Doug's tongue. 

"AH, MEEE. I HAVE TO ... GOOOOO," cried Veronica. Her thighs tightened as 
her hips began to jerk. She felt a deep belly paralysis followed by a cream 
freeze and girl-bursting ecstasy. 

"AHHHH, OHHHHHH," she went. 

Both Doug and Debbie felt Veronica's exquisite pleasure as she went into her 
cunt run of glory, twisting, moaning and clipping on tongue and fingers. 

Veronica fell off to one side. Debbie's eyes got big while her cunt 
movements went erratic. 

"I THINK ... GOING TO COOOOME," she reported. 

She felt ineffable, rising darts of extreme sexuality, went faint and became 
a girl animal in clutching Doug, gasping and paying off her sex treasure for 
him. There was a sweet, brief freeze and then she clipped, her cunt 
squeezing his cock with lustful spasms as she gave up all her girlhood. Doug 
felt her massive throbs of delight as his hands went back to her buttocks 
and he could sense the deep inner workings of the taken nerve network. 

It seemed to him he just slid down inside of his body to some magic, totally 
physical world of pleasure and organized to throw. 

"NEEE ... NOW!" he shouted. As Debbie finished her run, his started. He 
grunted up in ecstasy, held at the incredible peak as he lost control of his 
muscles to the sweet paralysis and then his cock burst inside Debbie's cunt. 

It felt heavenly, almost holy, the gouts of liquid, the pleasure and the 
relief intermingled. He laid shot after shot of boiling hot come into the 
girl's body, making her jerk and extend her orgasm as they hugged and whined 
off their sexuality. An exhausted Veronica, laying to one side heard and 
registered their sexy orgasm responses. What a fantastic trip, to be so 
close to sex-expiring lovers as the male seeded the female belly with 
lifestuff! 

Glowing with the euphoria of aftersex, they relaxed, sipped wine and talked, 
at first how much they'd enjoyed the three-way sex and then on to other 
subjects. Doug made his point to Veronica that she ought to help her mother 
with Naomi's financial problem. The missing picture made big trouble for her 
mother. After all, she and her mother weren't enemies, were they. 

"No," said Veronica. "I wish her well. It's just that she and Dad didn't get 
along the last year they were alive, and I seemed to be closer to him." 

"He took me out on a date once," Debbie volunteered. 

The other two stared at her. 

"My Dad ... dated you?" gasped Veronica. 

Debbie blushed. 

"Well, nothing big happened. He wasn't getting much at home, he said. We 
just went out to eat and drove around in his car. We necked a little, that's 
all. I still remember his great car with the big radio and tape deck, the 
crazy trim that didn't match, and the trunk that didn't open." 

"He gave the car to me," said Veronica. "That's one thing I got out of his 
estate. Believe me, there wasn't much." 

"You've searched it for the picture?" 

"Of course, over and over ..." 

"I'd like to look at that trick trunk," said Doug. 

"Be my guest . . . only not tonight, lover, if you don't mind." 

"Not tonight," breathed the relaxed Doug . . . 

After that they talked about what Doug might do to get Debbie a promotion. 
Doug explained that he'd been careful not to ask too many favors of the 
company, so that he was sure he could do something for her. Debbie left 
shortly after that, explaining that she was an unfortunate that, had to have 
a full night's sleep to survive ... 

After she was gone, Veronica lay on the bed in her robe, while Doug replaced 
the towel over his middle. She could tell that the insurance executive had 
recovered and was interested again in sex. Now was the time to ask for what 
she wanted ... or forever hold her peace. If she couldn't ask it of Doug 
Sandstrom, she couldn't ask it of anybody. 

"Doug," she said, "did I ever tell you I had sex once with my father?" 

"My God, no!" he gasped. Then: "But that's crazy ... you were a virgin just 
last week. Oh, you mean oral sex." 

"Not oral sex." She had his full attention now. She went on, closing her 
eyes because she felt nervous with his eyes upon her. 

"It was a year before he died. I was at home then and Mom was away. r think 
it was her relatives in Iowa. It was a summer day, one of those hot days 
when you feel restless. I'd just gotten out of school, gone to work for 
Glacier Lake, enjoyed my first few paychecks ... I felt great, a woman of 
the world, in charge of my destiny. "Fred was high that day too. I think it 
must've been when he first saw his chance on that picture thing. He was 
tremendously excited as if after years of struggling he saw a way to get the 
big money. Maybe it wasn't the Clark picture, maybe just the general idea 
that turned him on. Or maybe the Clark picture deal started that long ago." 

She went on to say that she and Fred had a gay, giddy day, played some 
tennis, had dinner but, kidded and had fun. It was like they were a couple 
of lovers dating. There was a lot of touching and idle sex talk ... he 
pretending that she ought to give up her maidenhead now that she was out of 
high school and she kidding back that she couldn't stand old men, and he 
probably couldn't get it up for her anyway. Then it was night, cooled off, 
and she lay restless in her bed, tossing, naked, because it wasn't that 
cool. The day seemed unfinished to her. 

She dozed and awoke to find her father on the bed with her. He was naked. 
"Baby, I love you so much," he whispered. She was thrilled and excited ... 
but scared. She wanted him to make love to her and she didn't. 

"D-Dad, I love you too. Any ... anything you w-want to do." 

He stroked her nudity. He took her hand and pressed it aiound his penis. His 
shaft felt as hard as steel, as hot as live coals. 

"I sure thought my virginity was gone then," she laughed, in the"present. "I 
was glad, too." 

But Fred Allison moaned. "Baby, I know you're a virgin. I can't touch your 
womanhood. I just can't deflower my own daughter." 

"Dad, if you want," she begged. 

That's how high they were, both seriously discussing it. That was when he 
began to stroke her buttocks, caress along her seam inside of her crack, 
centering more and more on her asshole. Her young, excited cunt grew wetter 
and wetter, so he used those oils to press on her sphincter. She'd never 
forget the feel of that finger violating her and feeling up inside of her 
body. 

"I grunted like a pig, Doug. I almost had an orgasm just from his finger." 

It was secret, exciting, perverted ... both of them were so wild that they 
just laid there, she humping on his finger in her anus, both of them 
panting, ready to die from the wildness of it. 

At last he greased his prick and mounted her. It hurt some when he cornholed 
into her, because his blade was much larger than his finger. Her excitement 
enabled her to ignore that. It wasn't until he had his member halfway up her 
ass that the full sexiness, outrage and delight of it really hit her. 

Fred Allison, in the dark of night, had climbed onto the tail of his' sexy 
young blonde and virgin daughter and fucked deep in her asshole. 

"Doug, I went absolutely crazy. I wanted Dad to fuck my ass off, to tear it 
right out of my body. I wanted him to screw me so deep with that juicy, hard 
cock that his jism would burn my stomach. It was as if all my years of 
repression, of being nice, of avoiding sex contact turned into a fiery fury 
to be ass-fucked into a screaming hell of joy!" 

It was a short run. Veronica fell into orgasm, coming over and over while 
the father was so excited by her excitement that he drilled her ruthlessly, 
until, crazed by the tight friction, he exploded and seeded her with what 
felt like a gallon of come. 

"Next day we were ashamed. We never once mentioned it, nor did we'ever touch 
each other again. I thought about it, though. I used to play with my butt 
hole on my own. I still do. Sometimes I frig my rear when I masturbate. I 
still get that crazy, wild feeling. I feel wrong about it, but sometimes I 
just can't help it." 

The girl fell silent, staring at the wall. During the recital, Doug's prick 
rose steadily. He wanted to cry out in protest and he wanted to be her 
father, riding that sexy ass down to orgasm. The sight of her shapely ass in 
that net costume came back into his mind. 

"Doll, that's something," he gulped. "That's really something." 

She got off the bed quietly. She went to the dresser and brought back a jar 
of vaseline. She took off her robe. She laid face down beside him on the 
bed. She ran an arm under her body and frigged herself slowly, lifting her 
magnificent buttocks slightly, tensing them and letting them relax. He could 
see the play of the soft muscles in her buttocks and thighs, the slow, 
erotic undulations. 

"Wow!" Doug whispered. 

Like most men he had often thought he'd like to dig his prick up the sweet, 
curving ass of some good-looking girl, but like most it was always going to 
happen the next time. 

His head felt tight. His heard pounded. His cock felt locked like steel. He 
was actually afraid and tremendously stirred, both by the girl's story, and 
the firm, incredible ass, bare and exposed to him, at his side. 

He mounted her hips. He greased his cock. He pressed it down to ride inside 
of her half-moons. Even to plant his cock head against her seam was a 
thrill. Her buttocks were deep, her crack tight, and her seam warm, wet with 
her cunt juices. Her pucker, riding on the mushroom head of his blade felt 
like a thick, sexy membrane that he had to breech. 

He rode his cock against her sphincter as she continued to undulate and 
moan. 

"It's all right. Nothing in there. Maybe you'd better ... ah!- ... use a 
finger first." 

He didn't want to. He wanted to wound her directly with his rod and drive it 
up into her at high speed, fearing if he hesitated too long it might seem 
less sexy. 

She felt his suppressed excitement. 

"Go, Doug. Never mind the finger. Fuck, fuck my ass!" 

He gave an inarticulate cry. He seized the front of her hips, felt her 
powerful motions, felt a raging desire to pierce and pinion and control the 
female that bucked under him. He drove fiercely against her asshole. 

"OHHHH. OHHHHHHHH. OWWWWW ... AH ... HURTS ... HURTS ... " she screamed. 

He didn't want to hurt her. At the same time he knew instinctively that he 
had to, in order to satisfy the lust of both of them. 

"Got to ... " he muttered. 

He pressed against her sphincter cruelly, feeling it give a little, then he 
cried out in his triumph. 

"I can make you." 

"OH, DOUG," she whined. 

He gave her a blind, raging fuck-thrust then, putting all of the power of 
his loins behind it. He violated her tight asshole. 

"OHHHH," she screamed. Then her voice quickly trailed off. "Ahhh, you're 
inside. Ahhhh, better, better." 

He stopped, fascinated. He could look down on her bottom and see how he'd 
impaled her. A couple of inches of his huge cock* locked so tightly to her 
expanded hole that there was only a thin line of the boundary, dug into her 
body. 

As he watched, the girl gave a deep-down animal like grunt of wounding, yet 
moved her loins, eating up his prick as half of it oozed up into her body. 
Her tunnel was body-hot, wet and slick. The tightness, the friction was 
incredible. It was much snugger than a cunt. 

He gave a cry, grabbed her hips again, ramming against her resistance. 
Seating the last half of his cock up her gut was his privilege just as she 
took over on the first half: 

He hung above her hips, his blade completely buried up the tight, hot 
passage. It felt incredibly good to master her loin mass in this new, 
strange way, piercing her to her vitals, making her feel and know his prick 
carnally, deep in her intestine. 

"F-feels great. You ... all right?" 

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped. 

He began his motions, holding his breath, feeling the weird, delightful new 
erotic sensations of ass-fucking. Her gut had a strong downward, expulsion, 
motion that seemed to make her feel great. The first time he lost her hole 
entirely and had to re-violate her, but her loosening sphincter made it much 
more easy. It was just the opposite of a cunt where the drive inward felt 
better than the pull back. The expulsion stroke was sexier in anal 
intercourse. 

"This is super great f-f-fucking!" he exulted, reveling in his act of 
sodomy. 

"Oh, yessss," she moaned. 

Veronica lived in seventh heaven. She had played with her ass enough times 
to train it to feel sexy at violation. Beginning with the incredibly secret, 
fierce anal incest, she had developed strong anal passions. For the first 
time she could freely indulge it. 

Her ears rang, her heart pounded, her belly seethed with good feelings. What 
little pain he gave her from stretching her sphincter was lost in her utter 
delight at feeling his cock whip in and out of her gut. That brutal prick 
seemed to ride dangerously close to her vital parts, and it was this 
life-death excitement of the threat and the closeness to her center of being 
that lashed her to fury. 

"AH, GOD. I'M FUUUUUCKED IN THE ASS. YOU'RE . . . REAMING MY BUTT OFF . . . 
DRIVE IT DEEP! ... OH, I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT. AHHHHH," she went. 

He caught the same flame that her father must've caught on that long ago 
night. The girl was so crazed by anal invasion that she whipped her lovers 
to incredible heights. 

With her buttocks working, locking, releasing against his flesh, he felt 
crammed into her, and he hugged her to reach under and find her breasts and 
get full control of her sweating, plunging nudity to cock whip her to glbry. 

"Ah, Veronica. Ohhhh." 

"DOUG ... I'M FUCKED. OH, I'M SOOO FUCKED!" 

She felt him draw her in, locking her whole body. She felt his palms cup her 
naked breasts and grind on those sensitive nipples. Sheer flashes of desire 
flame spring from his caresses. Her belly, her legs, her backbone, her tits, 
her head, all of her went into total response as she rocked helplessly in 
his grasp, crazed to explosion. "HAA ... HOOOOO!" she creamed. That time 
there was no long freeze; she was too excited. There was an incredible 
moment of truth when her body felt like it had achieved the cream-high 
feeling of all her life ... a sheer, aching vessel of pleasure. She broke 
with massive cunt throbs and her sphincter flexed on Doug's cock with just 
as much power. 

Doug cried out in surprise. The strong grip of her ass muscle thrilled his 
rocking prick as strongly as a cunt orgasm. The thick muscles really pinched 
his blade in its spasms. 

"Ahhh, noooo," he cried. 

It felt like Veronica had melted into his body, her own was so hot and so 
tightly pasted to his. Thigh to thigh, butt to butt, torso to torso, they 
were one struggling creature, the male furiously frictioning the sensitized 
tail and hot nipples of the female. 

"DOUG, DOUG, DOUG," she went on writhing, gasping, slobbering a little as 
she swept through her orgasm, on and on. 

"Ronnie, it feels so great, you ... part of me," he grunted. 

She went still under him, then, half out of her head, glowing and euphoric, 
she fell off from her orgasm to a spent, dazed state. 

For Doug that was even sexier. Her body was still as hot, her asshole, still 
as tight, yet somehow he felt he'd conquered her body, opened it up, made 
her give up all her defenses so that his prick could roam inside of her at 
will. 

"Uh, doll, uh," he went. "I want to fuck you, ream your ass, sooooo deep, 
take ALL of you, own you . . ." 

He drove faster and faster, thrilled by the heat, by the slick friction on 
his blade, by the enveloping feminine blanket of her unresisting flesh. It 
was as if his body had totally annexed hers and made it a subordinate part 
of his own, as if he could fuck into her sexiness forever. 

He felt her begin to rise again. This fantastic use of her hungry asshole so 
turned her on that her sex nerves quickly recovered from the discharge and 
began to build for the next tension and relief. 

Doug was beside himself now, so sweating, animal, crazed and pleasured by 
the tight asshole and the full body that he began to keen like a wounded 
wolf, unable to stand the extreme pleasure for much longer. 

He didn't know how long that wild time lasted. All he knew was that he used 
up all his muscle power and then came to the most exquisite freeze of his 
life, every ounce of energy used up to thrill his prick to its absolute 
peak. 

"NOW ... I TAKE ... YOUR ASS!" he cried passionately in hoarse, maddened 
delight. 

Deep, deep in her asshole, halfway to her stomach, right in the middle of 
vital guts, crazed, heavenly gouts of jism spumed out into her body. She 
jerked and began to come again as he wept and spurted and burned his hot 
jism into her. 

"YOU ... YOU ... SEXY LITTLE BITCH ... HOT TEST LITTLE ASS ... DRIVE ME CRA- 
CRA-ZEEEEEEEEE!" he shouted. 

The powerful, leaping spurts took her, then faded as great relief swept over 
him and he settled down to happy grunts, seeding her butt to his depth, 
working off his manhood in joyous, open abandon ... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Doug had Debbie Payne totally stark naked on his executive desk at work. It 
was Friday of the same week. He felt like a completely different man than 
he'd been just a couple of weeks ago, thrilled to the bone just to steal a 
suck with Naomi, that first time. 

Sex had come his way, over and over. Sex in cunts, sex in mouths and finally 
even sex in assholes. He'd drummed three luscious women, all of them 
beautiful, two of them quite young, with the result that the more he got, 
the more he wanted. 

His drapes were fully open, and if there'd been another building as high as 
the Glacier Lake Tower in downtown Minneapolis, the occupants of an office 
on his level could stare right in at the astonishing sight of a stark naked 
woman stretched out on a big, black executive desk like some virgin on the 
altar of an ancient priest. 

"Is this what you want, Doug?" the redhead asked. 

"That's glorious, Debbie," he said, walking around the desk to view her 
nudity from every angle. Her clothes were neatly piled on a chair, her shoes 
underneath. 

Doug felt the power in him. He had the time, he had the prerogative, to 
carry off this weird act right in his office. Outside big, oaken doors, 
employees went about their narrow, mundane chores, while he dallied with 
this pretty creature. 

Why notl He'd come to appreciate that exotic sex experiences would last, in 
memory, a lifetime while mundane activities slipped into the limbo. 

She was a glorious, voluptuous little witch. She lacked the deep sexual 
power of the Allison women, mother and daughter, but she was an exciting 
little piece, and he was anxious to feed on her body. 

Without touching her, he walked around his desk, barefoot on his thick rug, 
his cock becoming so hard he had to release it from his pants. What if the 
president of Glacier Lake walked in on him just now? It excited him to think 
of the chance he took. 

Debbie had elegant arms, soft, white, curving nude. Her meaty, small breast 
with hard, cherry tips, looked startlingly sexy in this mundane work 
environment. The scallops of her thighs emphasized the sweet'red fuzz at the 
end of her belly and the pink entrance to her sex heaven. 

He stripped the rest of the way now, exulting in the nakedness and in the 
power he felt in his body. He lifted his arms, and filled his chest and all 
but gave a Tarzan shout of male delight to be alive. 

He then crawled on the desk with her, sliding his cock by her head, grabbed 
her hips and rolled her sexy softness over on top of him. 

"Your promotion was approved, you start on your new assignment Monday," he 
told her. "You got a good raise, too. Is that a good enough reason to ask 
you to climb naked on my desk to suck and be sucked?" 

"I'll say, Doug," she laughed. "You're crazy, but fun." 

He buried his mouth in her cunt and found her musky, wet and swollen. The 
idea of stripping nude and climbing on top of a vice-president's desk to 
have sex turned her on, too. 

Gratefully she sucked his cock in, amazed again at the size of the man's 
penis, and instantly heated up by the luscious taste of eager, hard cock 
meat. Doug was one wild cowboy, you could count on that! 

They pasted together in the sudden rise of sexuality as both cock and cunt 
felt hot mouths and probing tongues. He bunted into her mouth as he dug a 
free-roaming tongue into her cunt. She quivered and sucked him hard. They 
writhed on the top of the desk like human snakes, lost in the erotic flare 
of desire, letting it all hang out in the familiarlity they'd achieved. 

He gave her cunt a massive suck, an expert lover now, working the mobile, 
pink tissue and the small erect clit faster and harder as her sexuality 
rose. It seemed like he could get right inside her skin and sense her 
rising, flaring sex needs and answer them. He used his fingers to explore 
her wet tunnel and groove out hot new juices from her passion. Occasionally 
he worked her plunging box with his fingers alone and sent his tongue down 
two inches to lick and ream at her asshole. Those sensitive nerves and the 
bold outrage of it crazed her with delight. 

"You're sucking meeeee. OH, RIGHT ON MY A-A-ASS! OH, DOUG!" 

She'd never felt such a fierce, happy assault on her intimate sex parts. Her 
cunt tugged and pulled and roamed this way and that, her clit took fabulous, 
suction pressure, and he wet-licked right on her ass button and along her 
crack until she gave continuous cries of hot bitch, plunging, squirming, 
gasping and reeling against him. All the thoughts in her mind exploded so 
that she sensed only flashes of purples and reds and her body streaked and 
surged with hot sexual pleasure. 

"NEVER FELT ... NEVER BEEN ... "she went. 

Still he drove her, while her poor heart thudded in mad excitement and 
heavenly rushes shot up her legs, her backbone, suffused out through her 
belly, up to her tits ... 

"I'M DYIIIIING. IT'S TOOOOO MUCH!" she cried. 

At last she began to pound her butt in the extreme of her captured pleasure, 
giving great gulps of air to hold onto her sanity while he power-sucked her 
happy little cunt right out of her body. 

"DOUG ... LISS. OH, MY GOD," she wept. 

It was incredible. She half-fainted when her relief finally came and she was 
able to freeze, then surge to his mouth and give him the thrilled answer to 
his suck demand. 

Gung, gung, gung. Her cunt paid off in powerful throbs of surrender as she 
gladly gave up her sexuality in exchange for the peace of being taken and 
finished. 

"IT FEELS SOOO GOOD. How you can love ... how you can suck," she whimpered, 
tapering at last. 

"Beautiful doll, beautiful sex," he laughed, coming up for air. It had been 
sublime to bury his head between her soft, white thighs and lock with her 
privacy, use her, spin her off and take his reward in her gut-wrenching 
throbs of submission to his passion. 

Best of all, he felt cool about it. Now he clamped her lips on his prick and 
held her head to ride into her mouth. He knew some women hated to have their 
heads held while they sucked cock, but Debbie was too wasted to complain. 
She maintained a pretty good suction, but she was still too weak from her 
stunning, fast cunt-ride to be able to handle him yet. He did most of the 
work, letting his excitement rise, tier on tier, until he felt that deep 
down tickle that said it was possible to explode his liquid into her. 

"TAKE IT, DEBBIE!" he called in warning. Then he gripped her head and forced 
his cock past her gag point right down into her soft, pink throat as if it 
were a cunt. The mucoid tissues gripped, he felt an exquisite freeze. Then 
he spurted. 

"Oh, now. NOW!" he cried happily. Shot after shot of boiling sperm gushed 
right from his sweet-throbbing shaft deep into her throat and on down into 
her stomach. She didn't have to do a thing. 

She let him use her mouth and throat, politely holding her breath and 
suffering some pain from the cock-stretching. His jism burned a little, but 
that was a small price to pay for the wildest, fastest and most luscious 
oral sex she'd ever had. The man was a master. She thought she'd die for the 
lack of air, and his big cock stuffed down her throat felt like a live, 
independent animal as it spurted and squirted. Just as she began to black 
out, he pulled free, his liquid gone, and she could breathe again. She lay 
gasping on the top of his desk for a long time. 

Spent, returned to sanity and shocked, now, at the crazy thing he did in his 
office at high noon, Doug got off the desk and quickly dressed. He felt 
absolutely glowing and really loved the little redhead who slumped on his 
desk, still naked, and sucked out. 

At last she rose, smiling shyly and dressed. She was almost afraid of this 
powerful man who was as potent and virile in love-making as he was in office 
power. To cover her nervousness, she chattered as she dressed. 

"I took five bucks off Veronica, you know. Sometimes she gets a little too 
smart for somebody only twenty. I'm twenty-five, did I ever tell you that? 
Anyway, the time I necked with her father, the roof of his car was a funny, 
dirty grey. I think they call it the headlining. That was the car he gave to 
her. She said it was white, but I said grey. We bet, and I won, because when 
we went to look it was dirty grey all right, like I said. Imagine, she's 
owned his car for a year and never even looked up at the trim over her head, 
didn't even know the color." 

Doug nodded and half-listened. His mind was already reaching out to the next 
sex event. 

Tonight was a bridge game at his house with Evelyn, Peter ... and Naomi. 
Naomi would stay overnight. He'd just emptied his cock but already he was 
thinking of the rounded body of the older woman and how they could possibly 
make it after Evelyn went to sleep . . . 

That night at his home the bridge game went terrifically for Doug. He drew 
no bad cards, he played flawlessly. These days everything seemed to spin 
along for him, whether it was at work, in sex or even in bridge. 

Evelyn was her usual, complacent self, not making too much trouble, slightly 
negative, but no real problem. Peter seemed in a fretful mood. From the 
attention he paid to Naomi, Doug decided that the boy wanted to get more sex 
from her but wasn't having much luck. 

Naomi was in a rotten mood. The time drew short when she would have to 
answer the Harrison Clark claim against Fred's estate for the loan for the 
picture. Doug didn't think they could get anything out of her, but she was 
deeply worried about losing her house. That had been Fred's and technically 
they might have a claim on it. 

"You-know the rich and the /aw," she told Doug. "They might be able to find 
some angle and put it to me, not believing that I don't have the picture." 

Just the same, she was open to him sexually. Once, alone with her in the 
kitchen, he kissed her, and her soft, lovely mouth went open to accept his 
tongue, her breath went short, and her sensual body pressed against him, 
lifting his cock at once. She wanted him, wanted something from him, or 
both. 

Wearing a fall knit suit, she was a knockout, as usual, trim, brunette and 
about as sexy as Evelyn was sexless. Doug thrilled to think how much he 
loved his three women, Naomi, Veronica and now Debbie, each different, each 
attractive, and each incredibly open to his cock. 

As he pressed his cock into her belly and squeezed her buttocks, Doug 
decided that he was going to cornhole the woman tonight. It satisfied his 
sense of completeness that he'd been sucked by both mother and daughter, 
that he'd fucked both mother and daughter, and he'd ass-fucked the daughter. 
When he shot it off up Naomia's tail, that was all of her body left to give 
him. 

For her part Naomi feared she was falling in love with Doug ... and she 
couldn't trust herself. The re-opening of her sexual life made her feel 
great, alive again, and young. She faced the fact that she dug younger men. 
Even Peter excited her and turned her on, but she'd avoided sex with him 
since that double night with Doug. 

She also saw Doug as a bulwark, a man who might help her out of her trouble 
and even lend her the money if the Clarks threatened her home. So ... did 
she love him? Or did she think she loved him because he had the power to 
save her? She didn't know. She felt she had to find out. 

The routine was the same as the last time at the Sand-strom's although it 
was a little tougher to get rid of Peter. Once he left, and Evelyn had her 
Sanka laced with a sleeping powder things settled down. 

Naomi went to the guest room and stripped, feeling like a heel, in taking 
advantage of a woman's husband in her own house. Still, Evelyn was letting 
Doug run, by her own admission, so ... 

She got into bed naked. It seemed as if Doug arrived right away and they 
floated off into the happy daze of French kisses, breast fondling, hugging 
and masturbation, as Doug whipped her to sexual desire by opening her cunt 
with his fingers. 

"Oh, Doug, you've changed," she gasped. "So aggressive, so passionate." 

"Learned to trust my instincts, Naomi. Learned to give into love. To try 
things, new things even. I'd like to slip a few inches up your behind just 
to see what that feels like. I love you so much I want to stick it 
everywhere!" 

He peeled back the covers, turning on the light by the bed and began to kiss 
her shoulders. She laughed: 

"What's the game, Doug?" 

"It's a new game. A man I know at the office who's something of a lover told 
me about 'Around the World'. I kiss you from head to toe, back and front, so 
that when we do it you really feel loved and ready to go." 

"Doug, all these new things ..." 

But she didn't really mind as she lay there in glory, letting Doug kiss her 
all over. He went down to her breasts and heated her fantastically, nibbling 
and kissing her nipples. He spent some time at her navel which, to her 
surprise was quite sensitive, and then on down to her cunt. 

"We'll catch that later," he laughed, and then kissed down her smooth, 
curving legs, down her calves and to her feet. He even kissed the bottom of 
her feet, which tickled, but his kissing attentions delighted her as well as 
turning her on. Her cunt flowed freely now. 

He turned her over and worked up her back, the back of her legs, the back of 
her thighs, and she lie there in an erotic, dreamy state, beginning to 
simmer in excitement and yet luxurious love. 

He reached her buttocks. She felt the short hairs on the back of her neck 
rise when she felt his tongue dig down into her crack. 

"DOUG . . . NOT TH-THERE!" she begged. 

"Lave all of you," he whispered. 

His wet tongue licked against her sphincter and she almost rolled off the 
bed. It made her shiver, because that rear entrance was well-provided with 
nerves and she was extremely sensitive there. It embarrassed her; she hoped 
he'd move on. Instead he began to ream the outside of her sphincter with his 
sliding tongue. 

At that precise moment she felt her heart sink and she went into despair. 
She knew he meant to take her in the ass. She'd noticed he had brought some 
vaseline to the bedside. She turned her head, and, sure enough, there was 
the jar, gleaming on the nightstand. 

She was about to receive a rectal examination via male prick, and there 
wasn't a thing she could do about it. Oh, she could stop him. Tonight, the 
next time. But she'd learned from Fred that once a man got a letch, there 
was no stopping him until he satisfied it. 

She did not want his cock in her ass. She was too small and it was too big. 
Maybe a girl with a sizable loin mass could stand it; Veronica had a full, 
powerful girl ass. Naomi wasn't small, but she wasn't large either. She was 
pretty sure Doug's big cock would tear her tissue. 

"D-Doug, are you going ... do you have to ... do it in my rear." 

She found out then how much Doug had changed. 

"I have to do it in your rear, Naomi. Or go crazy." 

She shivered. He crawled up and began to knead and massage her buttocks. 

"You have a terrific butt. Your cheeks are smooth and free of any wrinkles 
or bumps. Perfectly round. A nice, sexy crack . . ." 

His finger ran vaseline along her seam now and she felt more as if she were 
being prepared for an operation instead of sex. The vaseline slurped against 
her flesh. 

"Now we'll see ... " 

There was a fierce, sudden pain at her hole. Doug pried her open, greasing 
her. She had to bleat in her distress. 

"OH, DOUG, DAMMIT." 

"Naomi," he said, "you're going to hate me, but right now I think your rear 
end is the sexiest sight I've seen all week. I see two sweet mounds, soft, 
yet firm. I see a furrow, almost like a seam in clothes where your body 
comes together. It's pink there, flesh that never gets sunlight. There are a 
few protective hairs, and then this round pucker, or corrugation. And that, 
dear heart, is a body entrance no lover should leave unexplored." 

Once again he forced her asshole open to grease her with vaseline and she 
had to bleat at her pain and embarrassment at having another human fool with 
her private place. 

"Uh," he went, pressing back her sphincter with his finger. "Uh, uh." 

She didn't know how to handle it. She desperately didn't desire to have her 
asshole reamed, and she desperately wanted to give him all the pleasure she 
could and take some herself. What could she do? 

She grabbed a pillow, placing it under her breasts. What she was going to 
have to do, she thought melodramatically, was what women through the ages 
had always done when faced with a fierce relentless prick that wanted inside 
their bodies. She was going to give in and let him fuck her ass, at least 
this once, then try to forget her shame as soon as she could . . . 

He greased his cock. He lifted her hips. He began to work his prick-head on 
her asshole, making an oily sound because of the vaseline. She caught her 
breath. In a second he was going to violate her and she'd feel furious pain, 
because there was too much cock for too little hole. She braced herself . . 
. 

Not far away, in the garage of her apartment, Veronica took the sharp knife 
and began to cut the dirty grey headlining in the driver's seat of her car. 
That was the upholstery above the passenger's heads. 

It had been white the last time she saw it when her father was alive. That 
was probably a month before he died in a car accident ... in a company car, 
not this one. So sometime before he died that headlining was completely 
replaced! 

She gave a wail of wild despair to cut the stuff loose and desecrate her 
car, her last gift from her father, but she had to know . . . She slashed 
too gently at first. 

Then she screwed up her nerve and really laid it open. Down it came ... and 
with it came a separate, stiffish piece of canvas, carefully protected with 
thick, clear plastic. She bounced out of the car and stared at her find as 
she held it in trembling hands. 

George Caleb Bingham's BARGEMAN picture was back in circulation! 

Evelyn Sandstrom stirred in her sleep and then came awake. Someone was 
ringing the doorbell ... right in the middle of the night! She lay there for 
a few minutes waiting for Doug to get up and answer it. It was probably some 
absurd message from Glacier Lake. 

Whoever said that being an executive was a bed of roses didn't know the 
half! When you became a vice-president the company thought they owned you. 
Evelyn reached out ... discovered she was alone in bed. 

Grumbling, she rose to her feet. Doug must be in the bathroom. You couldn't 
hear that damned bell in the bathroom, or in any of the other second story 
rooms except this bedroom. Doug had rigged that special. She'd have to go. 

Her mouth felt dry. She'd drunk hardly any of the coffee tonight, because 
she felt a little bloated. Period coming on. Get a drink first ... or answer 
the door. 

She went downstairs and answered the door. It was not the company. It was 
Naomi's girl, big-eyed and excited. 

"I found the picture Mom's been looking for. I found it! I started to go to 
her place ... then I remembered that Peter couldn't have a date with me 
tonight because it was his bridge night here. Mom usually stays here. I 
think we can wake her up for this good news. I found her picture." 

Evelyn merely grunted as she admitted the girl. Something about an expensive 
picture had been buzzing around, but she hadn't paid that much attention. 
Naomi was an awful dolt in some matters. Older women without men got like 
that. She never would be. 

"Let's go upstairs," said Evelyn. 

Veronica followed her, still in her coat and wearing mittens. The girl had 
the picture under her arm. 

The funny thing was, the bathroom upstairs was empty, but Evelyn hardly 
noticed that. She breezed on down the hall towards the guest room. The door 
was shut. Well, there was no need to knock. Naomi would be sound asleep. 

Evelyn crunched the door open, unsteady on her feet because of her heavy 
weight and went into the bedroom, followed closely by Veronica . . . 

Naomi felt a white hot piercing pain as Doug laid his prick head into her 
sphincter. She tensed her buttocks from the agony and tried to ease forward, 
but he had a good hold around her thighs and wouldn't let her. He fucked 
again and her wounded gut-hole began to peel open. It was excruciating! 

"OH, DOUG. THIS ISN'T . . . SEX." 

"It is for me," he declared with a humorless laugh. His voice trembled and 
she realized he was really insane to force his prick up her asshole. 

Again she felt the savage ass pain and stuffed part of the pillow into her 
mouth to stifle her cry of agony. Her heart thumped heavily as her body 
suffered the crude invasion. 

"AHHHHHHHH," she moaned in distress, quivering from the violent shock. Waves 
of pain swept up her belly. 

"I've got it in!" Doug cried. 

He didn't have it in very far. She gulped as he forced more prick into her 
and she had to sway in distress at her taking. She tried to close her hole 
on him, but it was futile with that big, thick head of his member crammed 
into her sphincter. 

"Just don't ... eeeee ... tear me," she pleaded. 

She had to give deep-gut animal groans now as he continued to force her anus 
open. Half inch by half inch he unsealed her, while her buttocks queered and 
her belly raged in hurt, "Oh, you're so hot and slick inside!" he cried. 

Crazy. Absolutely insane, she thought. How could a man derive pleasure from 
forcing into this hole, with the germ danger and the pain for the woman. How 
could she love a man that treated her like this? 

The truth was, she did love him, and she was excited by her own pain and 
embowelment by his rod. She felt a sharp stinging now as the thick messenger 
shoved deeper and peeled back her sphincter more. The first tear. 

"Am I bleeding?" 

"You're not bleeding. It looks so sexy!" he cried. 

All of a sudden it went easy. Her ass muscle, grumbling, retracted and the 
cock slid further up her gut without that much more pain. She felt full. She 
felt very embarrassed. She gave a gasp as she felt his prong master her all 
the way. Oh, she was TENDER back there. His cock lay along her tight passage 
throbbing, and she could feel its spasms. Unfortunately those throbs weren't 
orgasm, but just dry throbs of pleasure. Doug had fucked open this woman's 
ass. 

At first as Doug rode her, Naomi just lay there trying to think what it 
looked like. Trying to figure out what the world would say if they knew she 
let a man work his penis off in her anus. It was thrilling wasn't it? 

The pain was almost gone. There was no way the tenderness and the 
sensitivity could go. Yet that tenderness began to warm her, even please her 
a little. 

"Doug, it feels weird ... I think I can take it." 

"Oh, Naomi, this is so great. I feel so close to you. Lost in your body. 
Loving you tremendously to be able to stick it up in your sink and go crazy 
with delight." He was all over her now. He rested his full weight on her and 
fucked into her lusciously, while he reached under her body to play with her 
tits and the stiff nipples. She resented the use of her body like this, yet 
she was delighted with the sensations. His warm body, pressing her down, his 
eager prick forcing her ass, his hot grunts and fierce delight, all turned 
her on. 

She got a hand on her clit inside of her cunt and at once her belly flowered 
in sexual thrills. The tender feeling and weird excitement in her back 
channel plus the pleasure of working her sex nerve began to pull her into 
pleasure. Could Doug actually train her ass? Oh, she'd never love it, but 
... 

"Ah, Doug, I'm fucked. I really know you're fucking me," she breathed, 
suddenly stimulated to want to use crude words. 

"Just let me ... ream that sweet butt ... a few times ... I ... get 
over-it," he gasped. 

It must feel great for him, she thought. He said it was wet, slick and very 
tight. That must feel great for a prick. She knew she gave him pleasure from 
the friction pressure. If you had a cock, a hole, deep in a female's body, 
must feel exquisite. She wished she were a man and had a cock and could get 
kicks that way, instead of having holes and getting kicks from being 
pronged. NO! She liked her woman's role of having babies, playing with hard 
cocks, milking them . . . 

Her quivers and shifts of excitement made him flame, she sensed. She didn't 
think she was going to come. Suddenly her stomach dropped away, her face 
flushed and her whole body began to glow hotly. SHE WAS GOING TO COME AFTER 
ALL! 

"Baby, baby, baby . . ," went Doug, no longer able to express complete 
ideas. He was crazed with the butt friction. Her soft chamber seemed to 
clutch him and craze his shaft towards completion. He felt the extreme heat 
of his own passion, coming to peak. 

"I ... going to seed you ... " he reported. 

"Ah, Doug. Me, too. I ... think I'm ... " 

"GOIIIIIING!" he cried. 

"GOT TO ... " she cried. 

They came up together. He felt an ineffable, joyous freeze and then locked 
tight on her, his cock sizzling up her ass. Then he broke. SPURT, SPURT, 
SPURT. He sensed her surrender at the same time. Her asshole clipped on his 
shaft. She groaned in sweet pleasure and gasped as she gave up her womanhood 
to his assfuck. He felt deep nerve connections throb inside of her soft, 
yielding buttocks. He spurted up her gut, creaming, spuming, crazy with joy 
... 

The door opened and Evelyn walked into the room. She was followed by 
Veronica. He turned his head and saw them, while he still spurted in Naomi's 
ass, while Naomi still jerked and clipped in orgasm under his prick. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Doug Sandstrom's wild, happy sex spree ended right then and there ... when 
his wife walked into the guest bedroom just as he spumed his seed into 
Naomi. Not only did his wife catch him, but Naomi's daughter followed his 
wife into the room, so she saw that he had been having sex with her mother, 
along with her. Not only that, but his wife and the daughter could also see 
that his tastes had turned exotic. 

It was quite apparent to all that his penis had just spewed off in the wrong 
hole. 

The only one of his secrets still hidden was that Naomi didn't know Doug had 
had sex with her daughter. 

While Evelyn stood there, speechless for a moment, Veronica rushed forward 
to stare at the tableau on the bed. 

"Doug, how could you have sex with my MOTHER? You've been having sex with 
me. You even took my virginity!" 

That was three strikes and OUT. Naomi, still with his prick in her ass, 
learned at that instant that Doug had been having sex with her daughter. It 
also tipped Evelyn that Doug had played around with more than one woman. It 
was complete disaster with nothing left except smoking rubble. 

Doug pulled out of Naomi and got two words out: 

"WAIT! LISTEN ... " 

Evelyn screeched: "MY OWN HUSBAND!" She began to grab things off the dresser 
and throw them at Doug. "MY BEST FRIEND!" she screamed and flung small 
bottles and jars at Naomi. 

Veronica began to scream and stamp her feet in shock and rage. . 

Naomi paid no attention to the small, ineffective bottles and jars that 
bounced off her shoulders and chest. 

"YOU'VE ... BEEN ... FUCKING ... VERONICA!" she yelled. Her face was white. 
It was humiliating enough to be caught in bed with Evelyn's husband ... in a 
slightly exotic form of sex ... The crusher was to know that he'd been 
having sex with her daughter right along. She began to strike at Doug: 

"YOU SONOFABITCH!" 

"My own husband. Oh, my goodness, I'll die My own husband!" 

The words were mild, because Evelyn did not permit herself crude words, 
either of a sexual or of an anti-religious nature. Her white face, her fat 
trembling body, her fury were just as strong as the rage of the other two. 

Doug wanted to explain. He realized there was nothing to explain. He was 
guilty as charged and caught in the act. Objects struck him, Naomi's fists 
struck him, while the savage anger of the three women pounded into him, more 
effective than thrown objects or blows. 

"OH, SHIT!" he cried. 

"Thought you loved me and cared, but you were sleeping with HER!" 

"Thought you needed love ... while you took it with my own DAUGHTER!" 

"My own husband, faithful, honest, the big executive ... " 

He fled, followed by the screaming trio. At that moment he felt like putting 
a bullet into his stupid brain. Somehow he got to his bedroom, got some 
clothes, and found his wallet. The three women followed, shouting at him. 
White-faced, sick, trembling, he finally faced them down at the front door. 

"I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT. YOU'RE FAT (to Evelyn). YOU'RE 
BOTH SEXY, BEAUTIFUL. I HAD TO DO IT!" 

He slammed out of the house, running for his car, knowing that his marriage 
was finished and that probably his career was finished too. This wasn't New 
York or Hollywood. In Minneapolis, you didn't swing if you were a rising 
young executive ... at least you didn't dare get caught. He was too 
shattered to think about tomorrow, to think about anything at all except 
finding a motel, holing up for the rest of the night, and licking his 
wounds, which were deep and grievous ... 

Evelyn turned on Naomi as soon as Doug was gone. 

"YOU ... you ... Jezebel! You seduced him! You made him perform perverted 
acts ... my own best friend." 

Naomi had managed to get dressed. She hung her head in shame as Evelyn 
heaped burning scorn upon her, knowing she deserved every bit of it. 
Veronica, dazed now at her shattered iilusionss, dumbly watched the show. 

The fat woman became angrier and angrier, as she went into her lecture. 
Small eyes in her fat face blazed. She reached out and slapped Naomi 
fiercely on the face. 

"You shall burn in hell, Naomi. I know it!" 

Naomi turned on her. 

"I was WRONG. I did WRONG. But you ... you're a pretty woman, but you let 
yourself get fat. Complacent. You didn't want sex with him anyway. You 
wanted to catch him with a young woman in sex, so you could bring him to 
heel and get power over him from guilt. LIVE WITH IT." 

She broke from the house, weeping, followed by a white-faced Veronica, still 
muttering and shaking her head. The earthquake, the hurricane, the inferno, 
had blazed, had wiped them all out and it was over, the main disaster . . . 

Naomi had gotten into her car and driven off before Veronica realized she 
had not said word one about finding the all-important picture. 

It was late afternoon. Naomi hadn't slept well all night, and she didn't 
bother to get dressed on that Saturday. She moped around her lonely house in 
a funk. She had not heard from Doug, Evelyn, or Veronica. She had not been 
able to call anyone herself. She sat around the house in her robe, drinking 
coffee and smoking cigarettes, a habit she'd almost shaken. 

Veronica drove up and parked in the driveway. From the way the girl walked, 
Naomi knew there'd have to be a confrontation. Well, that was all right with 
her! 

It started out quietly enough. 

"Mother, how could you?" Veronica demanded, tossing aside her coat and 
purse. 

"I can say the same to you. How could you. My own daughter! Giving her 
virginity to a married man." 

"But,"Mom, you're an old woman! You're forty five and Doug's only thirty." 

Her mother sprang up, furious. 

"OLD WOMAN!" She opened her robe to expose her naked body. She had worn only 
her panties. "IS THIS THE BODY OF AN OLD WOMAN?" 

Two red spots appeared on Veronica's cheeks. 

"Please cover your disgusting, adulterous body!" 

Naomi hissed like a cat. She towered over her daughter. 

"You ... you revolting nympho Lolita! Doug's an old man to you." 

Veronica sprang up. "He's a friend of Dad's. He's loving ... caring ... his 
wife stopped sex on him. You hate anybody that liked Dad." 

"Miss Innocent Virgin. Is that why you saved it so long. Because you wanted 
Daddy to pull your plug?" 

"We wouldn't have had sex, if you hadn't turned your back on Dad, so it's 
your fault," screamed Veronica. 

"YOU HAD SEX WITH FRED?" Naomi's eyes all but popped out of her head. 

Veronica paused for a tense second, shocked that she'd given up that closely 
held secret. Then she plunged ahead in her fury. 

"Yes, dammit. RIGHT IN THE ASS. THE WAY YOU LIKE IT. LIKE LAST NIGHT!" 

Naomi gave an inarticulate cry of rage and went for her daughter. She tore 
at her clothes, striking her at the same time. 

"Oh, you bitch. You foul, incestuous bitch. I'll strip you. I'll spank you." 

"WHORE. CHEAT!" Veronica sobbed defending herself in her rage. 

"YOUR FATHER FUCKED 'EM ALL. ALL HE COULD GET!" Naomi shrieked. "I ALWAYS 
TOOK HIM BACK. HE DID IT AGAIN AND AGAIN." 

"OH, NO, MOM. LIAR, LIAR. OH, NO, NO, NO!" screamed Veronica. 

They were beyond words, tearing at each other furiously, pulling hair, 
slapping, pinching, screeching. In the first fury Naomi tore her daughter's 
blouse off and got her pants loose, down, down to her ankles. They locked in 
wrestling, hot bodies rubbing, as they panted and sought advantage. Veronica 
tripped over her pants at her ankles and went down. Naomi leaped on her and 
stripped off the pants, screaming that she'd beat Veronica's butt till she 
screamed. 

Veronica was slightly bigger, however, and of course, younger. She held her 
own, her anger at peak, releasing plenty of adrenalin. She wrestled with her 
mother on the floor. 

"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU TAKE THAT BACK. THOSE LIES ABOUT DAD. I'M GOING TO 
SPANK YOU ... DEAR MOTHER!" 

Naomi tried to withdraw, feeling the tide of the battle going against her. 

"LET GO OF ME. LET GO OF ME ... YOU WITCH!" 

Veronica laughed out loud. Her mother was naked, the robe torn off, the 
panties hardly more than a band of cloth between her legs. Her mother had 
weakened. Sitting on the floor, she pulled the older woman across her 
thighs. 

"YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT DAD!" "IT'S TRUE. LET GO ... 
" 

Whap. Naomi received a stinging blow across her buttocks. It burned into her 
flesh. 

"RIGHT ON YOUR ASS, DEAR MOTHER. YOU'RE SEXY ASS THAT YOU LIKE TO HAVE 
COCK-PLUGGED!" howled Veronica. 

"AHHH, GOD," wailed Naomi. It hurt, hurt. 

In her fury the young girl spanked her mother's quivering buttocks over and 
over again, raising ugly red streaks, making the firm ass flesh shiver. 
Naomi howled in pain, humiliation and rage. 

"Ow, ow, ow," she moaned, as furious fires from the spanking shot through 
her buttocks, down her thighs and up to her belly. 

She made a superhuman effort, struggled up and bit into the soft skin of 
Veronica's neck, sinking her teeth in deep, making the girl yowl in pain. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH!" Naomi screamed. 

She pulled her mother free with an effort. There was a ring of red. tooth 
marks in her soft skin. She contained Naomi, holding her tight, naked body 
to near-naked body, faces inches apart. Veronica's belly was on fire. The 
battle, the spanking and the pain had turned her on sexually. Her cunt was 
rising to white heat. 

"I'LL FIX YOU, DEAR MOTHER. I'LL FUCK YOU!" she cried. 

Naomi looked stunned. Veronica grabbed her mother's head and fixed her mouth 
on Naomi's slack, sensual lips. She forced her tongue inside, reveling in 
this dark incestuous insult. She French kissed Naomi hotly, holding her 
squirming body with one hand. With the other, released from the head, she 
dug her hand below Naomi's buttocks and searched. She found Naomi's cunt, 
hot, swollen and slippery wet, because the physical action had also turned 
the older woman on. She fingered into her mother's cunt lips. 

Naomi looked dazed. 

"YOU ... WOULDN'T ... DARE ... " 

She didn't know her daughter's fascination with kinky sex. Veronica's eyes 
were glazed with sex madness, her juices flowing, her cunt white hot. 

"SAY YOU LIED ABOUT DAD OR I'LL MAKE YOU COME," exulted Veronica. 

"NOOOO," moaned Naomi. 

She had to take it. Her daughter's fingers whipped in and out of her cunt, 
expertly using her elit, opening her, adding fuel to flames that already 
burned fiercely. Veronica held her in a tight hug, kissing her wetly, using 
plenty of tongue, daughter juices searing the mother's mouth. 

Breasts dug into breasts. Hot bellies, moist, sucked air obscenely. Naomi 
struggled silently trying desperately not to fall into the wild sexuality 
that already possessed Veronica. She couldn't stand much more of that hot, 
French kissing. Veronica's tongue was in and out of her mouth, plunging, 
sucking, kissing, licking, .. 3 girl a wild bitch animal. 

Suddenly Naomi felt golden thrills of pure sexual delight sweep up her legs, 
into her hot, taken belly and above. 

Her pelvis pushed into Veronica's pelvis. Her pelvic bone raped against 
Veronica's soft, wet and swollen cunt. Veronica's ass moved under her. While 
Veronica tried to finger fuck her, she, Naomi, was fucking Veronica. 

"I think ... you're the one ... be fucked" Naomi gasped, thrilled to 
delight. 

Oh, it did feel good, that warm hug of the two women, all that soft flesh 
pressing, breasts caressing, cunts rubbing, finger finding clit. Naomi 
thought the top of her head would come off from the pleasure of the sexual 
rush, as she realized her libido was as strong as Veronica's if not her 
physical strength. 

Veronica looked surprised and went still, swaying her head, her lips red 
from kissing, gleaming from the trade of honey saliva. 

"OH, OH, OH." 

"Don't stop, dear," laughed Naomi. "Your finger in my cunt feels good. I 
like your kisses, I like being on top of your young, sexy body. I dig young 
stuff, like you keep telling me." 

"OH, MOM, WOW!" 

"You don't want to stop, do you Veronica? You're hot and crazy to go. So 
wild for sex, you want it from me, because I'm sexy. Why shouldn't I take 
you? Your father took you, didn't he." 

Naomi drove her pelvic ridge on the soft cunt mass of her daughter. Veronica 
rocked in sweet pleasure. She began to fuck back. 

"I ... I'M SO HOT. AHHHHH." 

Naomi tore loose Veronica's bra and began to suck the girl's luscious tits. 
Veronica, under her, moaned in rising pleasure and rocked. 

"Ha ... hooo ... Naomi!" 

At that moment Naomi knew she could take the sweet young girl. Veronica was 
trapped by her own hot, kink-loving sexuality. And why shouldn't she? She 
had a few kinks herself. 

"Baby, I'm going to fuck you," she whispered, out of her head with the wild 
incest. She tongued each rock-hard pink nipples, dug her tongue on the sweet 
young cleavage and slid down the body of the moaning girl. 

She plunged her mouth against her daughter's vagina. It was salty, rich, 
musky, exciting. She moved the soft skin of the belly and bit into the clit. 

"HAA-HOO!" crooned Veronica. The hot tongue enslaved her. She lifted her 
butt right off the floor. 

Naomi, as wild in passion as she'd ever been in her entire life, went the 
final distance. Sucking and eating avidly lustfully, on her daughter's cunt, 
her own sexy creation, she worked a finger to the anus. There was plenty of 
excess juice from Veronica's excited sex organ. 

In went Naomi's finger, as Veronica's anal-trained asshole offered hardly 
any resistance. 

"OH ... MY ... GOD!" 

Veronica was getting the ride of her life. She was so soaked in the 
sexuality of this weird incest that she plunged on her mother's mouth and 
ass-hidden finger as if it could save her life. 

"OH, MEEEE. I'M DYIIIIING, SOOO GOOD. AH, UH, UH, UH." 

Deeper and deeper went the finger in her ass, crazing her to furious rushes 
of pleasure in her belly, up and down her body. Quicker, hotter, went the 
wounding tongue on her clit. Veronica was so hot she thought she'd die. 

A perverse wave of remorse swept over Naomi. She wasn't quite as wild 
sexually as her daughter. She stopped, "Veronica, we shouldn't d-do this." 

"DON'T STOP, YOU BITCH!" sang Veronica. "I'VE GOT TO GET IT OFF!" 

Naomi laughed and dug her mouth into the cunt, her finger deeper into the 
hot, flexing ass. Veronica went absolutely spastic with sex joy. 

"I'M FUCKED. OHHH, HOW I'M FUCKED!" 

But her body, caught in the throes of the hot, forbidden sex, had no desire 
to end the rapture so quickly. Veronica twisted and writhed and jittered in 
magnifi- cent splendor, soaking her flesh, muscles and nerve in the rich, 
vibrant sexuality that she received. Her belly seethed with good feeling, 
her clit felt fantastic, aching with the joy of stimulation. Her sensitive 
ass tissues glowed in happy friction-delight. 

"I WANT IT SO MUCH. SO MUCH. I DOOOO LOVE YOU, NAOMI!" she sang. 

"All the way," gasped Naomi. 

Naomi enjoyed her own sex trip, almost as wild and hot as her daughter. 
Until this moment she had never indulged in lesbian sex. She detested incest 
as much as any person that walked the earth. Yet the free open wildness of 
the moment, the hot pleasure of sexing the sweet, young body was just too 
much to resist. She had reached the final human freedom and did not flinch. 
Any human is capable of any act of sex under given conditions. Veronica 
strained up. 

"I ... GO ... NOW," she shouted. She squeezed her face shut in pure ecstasy 
as she reached the final joy, locked her body and her features smoothed into 
ultimate heaven-rapture. 

She gave up her cunt and her sex treasure to her mother with free, wild and 
furious cunt and ass spasms of utter joy. Each quake drove her right to 
glory, relieving and satisfying her strong sex needs. Wunk, wunk, wunk, she 
spent it all out, freely and furiously, gasping and grunting, fulfilling her 
woman's erotic necessities in a fabulous orgasm. 

When she was still, Naomi, as befitted the elder, eased herself on top of 
the moist, young body and rode off her own cunt to a happy, deserved orgasm 
on Veronica's pelvis. Then mother and daughter hugged tenderly, into deeper 
love and understanding. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Two weeks later Naomi's Halloween party was a huge success. Some thirty of 
her friends and Veronica's showed up, in colorful costumes, to drink, eat 
and congratulate Naomi on her good luck. It was said that an uncle had died 
and she'd inherited something like four hundred thousand dollars. The 
lavishness of the spread testified to her good fortune. 

To Naomi's surprise, Evelyn Sandstrom came, and to her further surprise, the 
woman had lost a lot of weight. Naomi complimented her. 

"Oh, I'm going to get Doug back," said Evelyn. "The separation is temporary. 
I think by Christmas Doug'll have had quite enough of the single life. By 
then I'll be slim again, and we can start a family. Doug is basically a 
sentimentalist. He just needed one more fling before settling down." 

"I'm glad you're not mad at me ... us," said Naomi, pressing her hand. 

"Good bridge partners are hard to find," said Evelyn. "Get in your licks 
while you can. By Christmas he'll be rock-bound faithful." She winked and 
left, leaving Naomi and Veronica to shake their heads and laugh. Evelyn had 
her own distinctive set of values . . . 

Doug and Peter had both been invited. They didn't show up until everyone 
else had gone, except Debbie Payne, who wouldn't be leaving anyway. Both 
Debbie and Veronica had moved intc the Allison house to save on rent. 

Naturally both Doug and Peter wore wolf costumes. Doug smiled shyly and 
pressed Naomi's hand. 

"I heard you went to Chicago." 

"I went to Chicago, saw a man, delivered a picture which was authentic, and 
I came home with a hatful of money," smiled Naomi. "Thanks for your help. I 
feel you were somehow important in it. How's your job? Do you need any 
money?" 

"My job is terrible, but I don't need money. You keep it all, you and 
Veronica," said Doug with a shy smile at the blonde. "I was demoted to 
Section Chief because of the separation and certain rumors. However, it's 
more like a jail sentence. I'll be paroled in January." 

"He means we get our vice-presidency back then," beamed Peter. "The company 
won't stand for fooling around, but it's too smart to lose good executives." 

The girls knew this of course since Veronica and Debbie worked at Glacier 
Lake, but it was good to see Doug and hear it from him. Doug said that he'd 
been living the bachelor existence with Peter. 

"Peter is a klutz. I'm teaching him how to take dates without crashing out," 
said Doug. 

"I'm a klutz," Peter cheerfully acknowledged. "I'm learning a lot, though. 
I'm teaching Doug to ride a motorbike, too. Can we go upstairs and fuck?" 

Debbie looked shocked, Veronica rolled her eyes, and Naomi burst out 
laughing. 

"I think you've crashed out again," Doug declared, blushing. 

"You crashed out, Peter," said Debbie. "That's horrible." 

"It's why I could never really go with you seriously, Peter," said Veronica. 
"You have the sensitivity of a gorilla in a zoo." 

"Now that we've settled that," laughed Naomi, "let's go upstairs and fuck. 
After all, you have a splendid cock, Peter." 

The girls looked surprised, Peter cheered and Doug grinned. Naomi locked the 
doors and firmly led her party upstairs. 

"Is this wise, Mom," Veronica whispered as they went up. 

"I'd say essential, Veronica. We'll only have Doug until Christmas." 

"What about after that?" 

"Minneapolis," said Naomi, is filled with young guys for me, and older men 
for you. Even some as neat as Doug. Some, like Peter, that will be lots of 
fun to train. Why throw away the candy wrapper when there's still some sugar 
left in it? Six great weeks with Doug and Pete sound about right to me." 

Im sure you re right ... I think" Veronica smiled. 

At the head of the stairs Naomi took Peter and Debbie into a bedroom. 

"This will be your room ... to start with," she explained. 

"Here ... with her?" asked Peter. He looked disappointed, making no attempt 
to hide his greater interest in Veronica. Once again there was a general 
laugh at Peter's total lack of finesse. 

Still Debbie quickly stripped. She liked Peter and was a wise enough female 
to know that if you didn't get too shook up by initial rejection you could 
often make big points later. 

When she was down to brassiere and panties Peter decided she was okay. After 
all, she was very cute, much better than most females, and only less 
desirable within the range of the super beauties, Naomi and her daughter. To 
bathe one's cock in a strange new cunt was always a tremendous thrill. 

He was naked on the bed and pulling Debbie to him almost before the others 
left the room. 

"Can I take off my panties first?" asked Debbie, amused by his eagerness. 

"I love you," said Peter. "Debbie, I really do. You're a fantastic woman." 

Debbie laughed, slipping out of her panties. "I keep remembering that a 
hard-on twists men's minds in strange directions ..." 

Naomi led Veronica and Doug to the master bedroom. 

"I assume this is what we all want," she said as she began to undo the 
buttons on Doug's costume. 

"I'll say!" breathed Doug. While he had some dates in the past two weeks, 
he'd had no sex. After the big crash, his heart just wasn't in it. But 
Evelyn had begun to talk to him again and made sounds that someday she might 
take him back. Now it looked like his good luck was on the rise again, with 
these two luscious women in the bedroom with him ... and willing. 

Veronica wore a harem costume with filmy, see-through pantaloons and a satin 
pair of black lace panties underneath. Her half-bra presented more than it 
concealed her twin beauties. Naomi wore a sexy leotard, plastered tight to 
her body. He was crazy with desire to fondle them in their costumes; he was 
crazy to strip them and get on the bed. He left it up to Naomi. Veronica 
went along, it seemed. The breach between her and her mother was healed at 
last. 

The two women stripped him naked, both feminine hands pausing along the way 
to jab his fiercely hard cock, one after the other. The unspoken thrill was 
in everybody's mind ... Doug would have the supreme privilege of sexing a 
mother and a daughter at the same time. That was much more erotic than doing 
them separately. 

Naked, he hugged Naomi in that tight, velvety leotard, pressing his hungry 
prick against the firm but yielding belly. She wore a costume tail so he 
couldn't do much with her ass, but he could palm her breasts through the 
cloth and rain French kisses on her face. 

Then he swept Veronica into his arms and repeated the process, not only 
hugging, kissing and breast-fondling but digging his hands into her full, 
sexy buttocks. He was ready! 

He laid on the bed, his rod jutting up while the women quickly stripped. 

There was no question as to who got his cock. Naomi crawled on top of his 
hips, spread her legs and fed the stiff, red shaft into her pink opening. 

"I'll exercise seniority," she laughed with a blush. 

He looked at Veronica, who winked. Nothing need be said. Veronica wanted her 
full buttocks and glory hole reamed, so she was willing to forego his first 
throw to get that exotic anal sex later. 

They all relished the eternally breathless moment when prick pried open 
cunt. 

"OOOOO," Naomi said as she felt his impaling member open up her vagina. She 
was plenty hot and had been since Doug had appeared. Slick woman's oils were 
already plentiful, to ease the way and provide lubricant for the hot 
friction. 

"AHHH, BABY, BABY," Doug enthused. 

No matter how much sex he had, he always thrilled to the limits of his being 
at that first entrance, feeling the grip of the vagina, the wetness, and 
easy-sliding slickness and the incredible inside-body heat of penetrating a 
woman's belly. 

"It's making me dizzy," Veronica said, jogging her own cunt. Not that her 
juices didn't flow already. 

She spread her legs, leaned towards her mother who sat upright on Doug's 
prick, and offered her cunt for Doug's mouth. Doug sucked her sexy slice 
right into his mouth, happily carried into the private world of sex, with 
soft girl thighs closed on his head, wet sex organ a slave to his tongue and 
girlish musk penetrating his nostrils, his being. 

"Ahhh, good," cooed Veronica. 

"Luscious," breathed Naomi as Doug began to blade up and down in her cunt. 

Mother and daughter rocked on their thirty-year old lover, enraptured of his 
lovemaking by prick and tongue. To Naomi he was a virile young man, fifteen 
years her junior who could transport her to heaven. To Veronica he was a 
handsome, older man, ten years her senior, who had the skill and the nerve 
to take her into regions of sex a young man wouldn't. 

Veronica sensed that this sex was indeed highly important to her mother. 
Naomi, less raunchy than her daughter, had worried about the lesbian 
encounter the two women had had two weeks ago. They'd done nothing since and 
Veronica knew the female incest bothered her mother. 

Facing Naomi, she pulled her mother into her arms and began to kiss her. 

"A little kink won't hurt," she whispered.. 

"Veronica ... he'll hear, he'll knowV 

Her mother tried to pull back, not to disdain her daughter's physical love 
but because Doug might discover it. 

"No chance. He can't see us and he can't even hear us. My thighs are tight 
on his ears. We can make crazy love up above while he sucks me and fucks you 
down below." 

"Veronica!" 

"Live a little," laughed her daughter as she forced her tongue inside her 
mother's mouth and tried to drive it down her throat. She also went after 
her mother's breasts. 

Naomi began to go out of her mind. She'd thought a lot about her incestuous 
act and wondered if she were some kind of a monster, attracted to the flesh 
of her own daughter. Now, as Doug's prick fucked in and out of her she knew 
instinctively that this was real sex and the lesbian incest act, just 
frosting on the cake. She need not worry ... her sex pattern was set towards 
normalcy. 

She relaxed. She let the hot probing tongue of Veronica slip in her mouth, 
thrilling her. Veronica's eager hands worked her breasts and set hot rushes 
down her body to meet the surging, out-opening pleasure of the fuck 
friction. 

"I can let go at last. I can enjoyl" she gasped between hot, passionate 
kisses. 

She dug her hands into the bigger, fabulous breasts of her daughter and 
returned hot kisses, feeling the effect of her response inflaming Veronica. 
Up above they writhed in lesbian love while down below the male sucked and 
plunged to provide the thrilling base for the extra kicks. 

Naomi was as hot as she could ever remember. For the first time in years her 
financial future was secure, her ability to attract and satisfy younger, 
handsome men was proven, and she lived on close terms with her daughter. 

The two women scoured each other's upper bodies with kisses and stroked with 
caresses, whipping desire to higher and higher levels. Naomi's belly quickly 
reached the golden state of pre-orgasmic wonder, the good feeling streaking 
and sweeping into every part of her being. She was at one with Doug, her 
daughter and the world in the fierce hunger and slaking of this hot Sex act. 
Her loins went faster, her breasts felt as if they were pure joy-flame, her 
body twisted every which way to express her ultimate, complete satisfaction 
and surrender. - "It can't last ... can't ... " she gasped. But it did, for 
long minutes of plunging wonder, until her nerves were overloaded to 
saturation with the crazed, glazed feeling. "I ... HAVE TO ... GIVE IT UP," 
she exploded. She hugged Veronica's body, unafraid and thrilled out of her 
mind, then came with powerful cunt squeezes and spasms that made her jerk 
and throb with ecstasy, while Doug fucked her through her run and Veronica 
sucked her breasts to keep the sweet pleasure flowing . . . 

Spent, dreamy, happy, she crawled off Doug, collapsing on a corner of the 
bed, all aglow, to watch the next episode of love-making. 

Veronica swung around to take her turn on top of Doug. His stiff prick, 
almost purple now, gleamed with the gut juices of the taken Naomi. Veronica 
impaled herself on the jutting rod in Naomi's place and took up the fuck. 

"So hot ... can't last long," Doug stammered. 

"Lover, I'm almost there, too. Your tongue made me a t-true-believer!" 

Doug didn't think he had ten strokes left in him. The idea of taking the 
mother all the way to orgasm and then ending his fuck in the daughter ... 
that alone was enough to want to make him seed Veronica's young, tight and 
hot cunt at once. Yet he made ten ... ten more ... ten more ... sweating, 
grunting, thrilled to the limits of his being. THIS WAS FUCKING! 

He no longer cared if he brought Veronica with him. He just wanted to lay it 
in her and die a glorious sex death. 

"Sttt ... stick your finger in my asshole ... I c-come, too," Veronica cried 
anxiously. 

Glazing up to his burst point, Doug rammed his finger into Veronica's butt 
hole, which caved in easily. 

"AIEEEEE!" she went, locking and throwing back .her head in wild joy. 

They made it together, his body freezing, then pumping. SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. 
Veronica responded: THROB, THROB, THROB. 

They clung, writhed, grunted and jerked in sublime ecstasy, flaming off 
their hot sexuality with tightly-locked bellies, each swept away to that 
special private heaven of the final animal state of orgasmic surrender. The 
run was short, yet the results were a fantastic release. 

After a very short rest Naomi and Veronica went down the hall to get Debbie. 
They found the couple resting after their hot run. Peter's semen still 
bubbling out of Debbie's redhaired cunt, and each had the appropriate 
satisfied grin of a successful fuck run. 

Naomi left Veronica with Peter and took Debbie back to the other bedroom. 

"Doug has a special message for your hot little box," Naomi told Debbie. "He 
wants to lay some new warm stuff on top of Peter's." 

"Sometimes, Naomi, I think you and Veronica have gone sex-crazy," said 
Debbie. 

"Only when we get a good shot at it," laughed Naomi. She was hot enough to 
want to satisfy her letch for the smaller girl's body. Doug wasn't quite 
ready yet. 

"Do you mind if we play a little, until it's time?" asked Naomi. 

Doug didn't. Naomi began by gently stroking the voluptuous girl. When she 
sensed from the sex blush that Debbie was high and hot once more, she rolled 
over on her back, pulled the nude youngster on top of her and locked her 
legs around Debbie's back thighs. She -began to ride cunt. 

"Oh, my goodness!" Debbie laughed out loud. Naomi's hot cunt dug on Debbie's 
pelvis, while Naomi moved in such a way that Debbie took the full effect of 
Naomi's pelvic strokes on her cunt. Loins, flashed, Debbie gasped and tried 
to escape, but there was none. Naomi seized the redhead and pillaged her 
mouth with a burning tongue, effecting total capture. Doug went rock-hard to 
see the erotic lesbian sex act in front of him. He waited only long enough 
for Naomi to sex up Debbie to white-hot heat, then he moved in. He fucked 
Debbie recklessly while he sucked on Naomi's aroused cunt and they locked in 
a fierce, rocking, grunting threesome of sex. 

Back in the other bedroom, Peter said: 

"When do I get to go to the other room?" 

"As soon as we have a little fun, Peter. You do want me alone, don't you. 
You've never had me." 

"Baby, you know I do!" 

Veronica sucked on Peter's prick, testing it for firmness and virility. It 
was hard enough all right. Preseminal fluid surfaced from his balls. It was 
time for her sperm-tap. 

She got some vaseline. 

"You get to fuck me in the asshole," she declared simply. 

"WHAT!" 

"Assfuck," she said and greased his prick. She put a dab between her 
beautiful buttocks. 

"YOU'RE KIDDING." 

She then got down on her hands and knees. 

"That's right. I want to feel what a cock is like in my ass. Just stick it 
in a little way, will you, Peter?" 

He mounted her doubtfully. 

"It won't work." 

His cock sunk into her asshole, thrilling him, gripping him tightly. It was 
wet, hot, slick, very luscious. 

"It m-might work." 

"Unk." Veronica was already in her personal seventh heaven. 

"IT WORKS!" Peter shouted passionately. 

He laid on her back, gripping her firm thighs and began reaming out her ass 
with powerful, sexy lunges that made her cry out in delight. His prick 
swelled and thrilled and throbbed in the hot anal action. 

"ASS FUCKING IS THE LIVING END!" he cried out excitedly. 

"There is no end," she laughed happily, "there's only fucking. FUCK ME 
HAAARRRDER. I WANT IT AAAALLL!" 


End
