Playground For Lust
by Judy Tregno
(MLP-221)


TABLE OF CONTENTS 

 CHAPTER ONE - Introduction
 CHAPTER TWO - The Sexy Neighbor
 CHAPTER THREE - Sex And The Single Neighbor
 CHAPTER FOUR - Divorcees Who Prefer Boys
 CHAPTER FIVE - Married Neighbors
 CHAPTER SIX - Girls And Their Mothers
 CHAPTER SEVEN - Miscellaneous Case Histories 


CHAPTER ONE 

INTRODUCTION 

"Have you finished mowing the yard, Tom?" Nancy called out from her upstairs 
bedroom. 

"Yes," Tom replied from his seat on the back porch. During the spring and 
summer months, the husky sixteen-year-old usually earned a tidy sum mowing 
yards and doing various odd jobs for his neighbors in the prosperous 
suburban area. Nancy was one of his favorite customers because she employed 
him frequently and paid him quite well. Although she was a housewife more 
than twice his age, she was an extremely pleasant and likeable woman with an 
attractive figure that men noticed. 

"Good," Nancy told him. "I've got another job for you upstairs if you don't 
mind." 

"Okay," Tom agreed. 

As he walked up the carpeted stairs that led to the second floor, Tom was 
not expecting anything extraordinary. As a result, his heart skipped a beat 
and the well built teenager stopped dead in his tracks the instant he 
glanced inside the opened bedroom door. 

Wearing only a black brassiere and dark brown pantyhose, Nancy was standing 
in front of her mirror combing her brunette hair. Her back was to him and 
she was apparently not aware of his presence. Catching his breath sharply, 
Tom gazed at her attractive figure with obvious fascination. Her soft 
shoulders and bare back were feminine and smooth, and the formfitting 
pantyhose fitted her curvaceous buttocks and full, shapely legs to 
perfection. Although he realized he had no business standing there, Tom 
found himself rooted to the spot. 

"Oh, my goodness! I didn't realize the door was open!" Nancy suddenly 
exclaimed, glancing back over her shoulder. 

The pretty housewife quickly grabbed a light blue negligee but not before 
Tom caught a full view of her well filled, steeply pointed brassiere and the 
intriguing triangle of brown hair at the fork of her legs. Looking flushed 
and a little embarrassed, Nancy quickly slipped on the negligee. Tom had 
never seen her blush before and thought that it made her look all the more 
feminine and appealing. 

"You really shouldn't have..." Nancy protested mildly. 

"The door was open," Tom defended himself. 

"It's not your fault, I realize," Nancy said, slipping her feet into a pair 
of pink mules. 

The light blue negligee did not really conceal her figure and Tom could not 
take his eyes off of her. To his embarrassment, the sturdy teenager could 
feel an erection beginning to form. Hoping that she wouldn't notice, he 
tried to resist the temptation to look at her. 

"What did you want me to do?" he asked. 

"I wanted you to help me move some furniture," Nancy replied. 

Despite her efforts her negligee fell open in front, giving Tom another 
glimpse of her nicely filled brassiere. The black garment contrasted vividly 
with her milk white flesh. Her cheeks prettily flushed, Nancy pulled her 
negligee together and tried to hold it with her hands. 

"Oh, I see," Tom said. Intrigued by the sight of her scantily clad feminine 
figure, the young man was helpless to prevent a pounding erection from 
developing. His cheeks grew warm with embarrassment as he realized there was 
no way he could conceal the tent-like bulge in his thin summer slacks. 

"There's some things in the attic I'd like to bring down," Nancy explained. 
Her eyes moved downward and she tried to conceal her surprise as she noticed 
the all too obvious lump in the young man's slacks. It was readily apparent 
that she was more flustered than angered by the sight. 

"Okay," Tom agreed, feeling thoroughly mortified but not knowing what to do. 
Despite his embarrassment, however, he could not remove his eyes from 
Nancy's lush figure. The outline of her brassiere and pantyhose was clearly 
visible beneath her thin negligee. 

"Tom!" Nancy spoke with a sudden urgency in her voice. 

Their eyes met and the well developed teenager was quite astonished to see 
the promising look on her face. "Yes?" he asked. 

"Come here!" Nancy said, a soft smile on her face. Her cheeks a pretty 
crimson, the attractive housewife dropped her hands and allowed her negligee 
to fall open in front. 

Quite dismayed and thinking that she was only teasing him, Tom stepped 
forward. Almost before he realized what was happening, her well filled 
brassiere was pressing against his chest and her soft arms were around his 
neck. 

"My, you've grown up quite a bit, haven't you?" Nancy spoke in a teasing 
voice. 

She kissed him warmly on the lips and Tom impulsively slipped his hands 
around her small waist to pull her closer to him. Although he was still sure 
she was only teasing him and would draw back at any moment, he kissed her 
firmly on the lips and was surprised to find her mouth open. They exchanged 
an open-mouthed kiss with their tongues in contact and to his dismay he 
quickly found Nancy's hand resting on the bulge in his thin slacks. 

"Don't worry, we're all alone," she told him, letting her hand squeeze his 
erection affectionately. "Mmmmmm, you're well built!" 

"So are you!" Tom managed. More than a little stunned by the sudden 
developments, the husky teenager could still hardly believe that his shapely 
neighbor was really serious. 

Nancy laughed and the two of them exchanged another kiss. Once again Tom 
found Nancy's lips parted and their tongues met in a deep french kiss. As 
the aroused young man pulled her closer to him, Nancy squirmed in a 
provocatively feminine fashion as his erection pressed against her. 

"Take off your clothes!" Nancy told him with an inviting smile. Stepping 
back and slipping out of her mules, the attractive housewife peeled off her 
flimsy negligee and stood smiling in front of him attired only in her black 
bra and formfitting pantyhose. 

His eyes alternating between the steeply pointed cones of her bra and the 
tuft of brunette hair clearly discernible beneath the body-sheath of her 
pantyhose, Tom quickly stripped off his clothes without even pausing to 
think about it. As he straightened up after removing his shorts, Nancy 
stared intently at his rigid masculine member. Crowned by a mushroom-shaped 
head, the long sleek muscle stood proudly erect. 

"My, you've grown up to be a real stud!" Nancy exclaimed, suddenly grabbing 
his sturdy lance and squeezing it firmly in her soft hand. 

Catching his breath at the delightfully pleasant contact of a feminine hand 
on his throbbing organ, Tom excitedly extended his hands and felt her 
breasts through the satiny brassiere. Nancy wriggled and smiled at him in a 
teasing manner. 

"Want to take it off for me?" she asked with a tongue-in-cheek smile. 
Brushing against him, she continued playing with his rigid cock in a 
tormenting manner. 

Tom quickly reached behind her back and found the snap of her bra. Releasing 
the snap, he pulled the bra straps from her shoulders and watched with 
fascination as the two cups fell away to reveal jouncing, pink-tipped 
breasts. Looking flushed and pleasantly excited, Nancy leaned against him 
and allowed her nipples to brush teasingly against his bare chest. Tom 
hastily extended his hand into the waistband of her pantyhose and began 
pulling downward. 

"Here, let me do it!" Nancy told him. "You'll tear them." 

Stepping back, the attractive brunette slipped her hands into the filmy 
garment and began working it downward. Licking his lips, Tom gazed intently 
as the thick tuft of rich brown hair came into view. Nancy quickly worked 
the pantyhose down her smooth white legs and gracefully stepped out of them. 

"There!" she exclaimed, tossing the nylon garment aside. 

Their arms extended, the two of them fell into a warm embrace with their 
nude bodies pressed tightly together. Tom's stiffly erect penis brushed 
against her warm tummy as the two of them exchanged another deep french 
kiss. Her plump breasts teasing his bare chest, Nancy coiled a soft hand 
around his stiff member and stroked it lightly. 

"I can't get over how big it is!" she told him. "With a piece of meat like 
this you ought to be able to make every housewife in the neighborhood ! " 

Her hand clasped tightly around his erect organ, Nancy guided him over to 
the bed. Their arms wrapped around one another, the two of them exchanged an 
openmouthed kiss as they sat down on the side of the bed. Tom's hands 
explored her warm feminine body, stroking her soft flesh and caressing her 
firm breasts. 

"I'm going to do something I haven't done before!" Nancy told him, her eyes 
full of promise. "Maybe I shouldn't but I can't resist ! " 

Pushing his bare knees apart with one hand, the shapely housewife quickly 
dropped to her knees between his open thighs. Brushing her long brunette 
hair back out of the way, Nancy leaned forward and impulsively planted a 
moist kiss right on the crown of his rigidly erect organ. Tom's body jerked 
reflexively and the well developed teenager took a deep breath at the 
suddenly pleasant sensation. Grasping the base of his stiff cock with her 
right hand, Nancy eagerly extended her pink tongue and went to work licking 
the head. 

"Oh!" Tom exclaimed. "You really know how to turn a guy on!" 

"Like it?" Nancy teased, rolling her tongue over the highly sensitive area 
just behind the head. 

"Sure do!" Tom admitted, instinctively thrusting his pelvis back and forth 
in response to the tantalizing caresses. 

Her soft tongue extended as far as she could, Nancy licked up and down the 
rigid member with tormenting swipes. Watching closely, Tom caught his breath 
in short gasps and continually bit his lip as the intensely pleasant 
sensations shot through his young body. It seemed impossible that his 
attractive neighbor was doing that for him. 

"I want to put it clear in my mouth!" Nancy told him, nibbling playfully on 
the head with her lips as she spoke. "If I can!" she added. 

"Go ahead!" Tom told her, almost holding his breath in anticipation. 

"It's so big I don't know if I can!" Nancy said in a teasing voice. "Well, 
here goes!" 

Tom watched intently as the shapely brunette formed her pretty mouth into a 
wide oval. Clasping his upright penis with just her fingertips, Nancy took a 
deep breath and lowered her blushing face to the stiff masculine organ. A 
moment later Tom felt the tantalizing sensations of a warm and wet feminine 
mouth closing around the crown of his pounding erection. 

"Wow!" Tom gasped with surprise and delight. The highly aroused teenager 
could barely resist the temptation to grab Nancy's brunette head and shove 
his aching cock deep into her mouth. 

Her tongue busily at work with teasing flicks, the comely housewife paused 
with the head just inside her mouth to get used to it. Her saliva quickly 
began soaking the sturdy muscle and from time to time she swallowed audibly. 
Continually brushing her brunette hair back out of her way, Nancy began 
working the masculine organ farther into her feminine mouth. 

"Oh, that's the way!" Tom encouraged her, watching as more and more of his 
purplish muscle disappeared between her lips. 

"Mmmmmm!" Nancy moaned with a mixture of discomfort and excitement as the 
thick lance pried her jaws far apart and penetrated deeply into her mouth. 

"I never thought you could get it in that far!" Tom admitted. 

Pausing for a moment to enjoy the feeling of having a mouthful of rock hard 
teenage cock, Nancy slowly and gently began sucking on the throbbing member. 
Wrapping his bare legs around Nancy's smooth waist, Tom leaned back on his 
elbows and forearms to thoroughly enjoy her eating of his rigid penis. Her 
flushed color and the distraught look of discomfort and pleasure on her face 
made it apparent that she was enjoying it as much as he was. 

Lubricated by her constantly flowing saliva, the thick masculine member slid 
easily back and forth in her mouth. The sucking sounds were quite audible 
and Nancy had to pause at times to swallow with a loud gurgle. Thoroughly 
tormented by the delightfully warm and wet feminine caresses, Tom thrust his 
hips back and forth on the bed. He could not take his eyes from Nancy's face 
and found himself almost hypnotized by the sight of his sleek cock sliding 
back and forth deep inside her pretty mouth. 

"Mmmmm, you're driving me right out of my skull!" the husky teenager told 
her. 

Drawing back until just the head was inside her mouth, Nancy shook her 
brunette head vigorously from side to side to tantalize him all the more. 
Although she was obviously quite short of breath, she seemed to have no 
intention of relinquishing his throbbing penis from her oral grip. Turning 
her head from one side to the other, she allowed the head to press outward 
against first one cheek and then the other. Watching the bulges that formed 
in her cheek, Tom found his breath coming in short gasps. 

"Wow, I can't believe it!" he told her. "I can't!" 

Nancy's brunette head began bobbing up and down in his lap as the shapely 
housewife once again resumed her sucking efforts. Tormented nearly beyond 
endurance by the tantalizing blow job she was administering, Tom found 
himself struggling to hold back the delicious sensations as long as 
possible. Taking in deep breaths and thrusting his pelvis regularly back and 
forth, the husky teenager bit his lips and tried to hold off to the last 
possible second. 

Nancy groaned with rising excitement as she sucked furiously on her young 
neighbor's rigid cock. It soon became apparent that his self-restraint was 
rapidly melting away. Thrusting his hips with quick, jerky movements, the 
excited teenager clasped both hands down firmly over Nancy's brunette head. 
Knowing that she was going to get a real mouthful at any moment, the 
attractive housewife moaned with expectation. 

No longer able to hold himself back, Tom came right up off the bed as his 
masculine fluids suddenly began spurting into Nancy's waiting mouth. As the 
warm salty fluid splashed against the insides of her mouth, the voluptuous 
brunette gulped and gurgled with an obvious mixture of discomfort and 
excitement. She made no effort to evade the erupting young fountain and in 
fact seemed eager to get every drop. As Tom settled back on the bed, she 
determinedly kept his young cock as far in her mouth as she could. The sleek 
teenage organ went contently limp before she released it from her oral grip. 

"Mmmmmm, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!" Nancy told him with a 
teasing smile when she finally got to her feet. 

Tom licked his lips as he gazed at the pretty crop of brunette hair 
surrounding her cunny. "It's my turn to turn you on next!" he told her. 

Nancy seemed genuinely pleased. "I was hoping you'd say that!" she told him. 

Grabbing a pillow and placing it in the middle of the bed, Nancy seated 
herself atop the pillow and stretched out supine. Tom watched with growing 
fascination as she lifted her knees and spread her smooth white legs apart, 
giving him a clear view of the pink groove that lay surrounded by the curly 
brown hair. Thoroughly intrigued by the appealing sight, Tom dropped to his 
knees between her knees. 

"Mmmmmm, I can hardly wait!" Nancy told him in an excited voice. As she 
spoke, she spread her lush thighs even farther apart to give him more room 
to work in. 

Although he really wasn't too sure how to go about it, Tom leaned forward 
with both hands extending into the pretty nest. Exploring the plump outer 
lips of her vulva with his fingertips, the excited teenager worked his 
fingers into the delightfully moist crevice and began drawing the folds 
apart. The two outer lips came open with a pleasant squishing sound, 
revealing an exciting expanse of pink feminine meat. 

"Oooh!" Nancy exclaimed as she felt his fingers at work. 

Tom promptly buried his face against the lush pink meat and extended his 
tongue. 

"Ahh!" Nancy emitted a squeal of delight as she suddenly felt Tom's tongue 
deep inside her. Her pelvis thrust automatically and she excitedly pulled 
her feet back and allowed her smooth bare legs to dangle down his back. 

His face suddenly bathed in feminine honey, Tom slipped his palms under 
Nancy's satiny buttocks and began licking her crease with eager swipes. 
Gasping with delight, the pretty housewife thrust her hips back and forth 
with coital-like movements and continually ran her hands through his hair to 
encourage him. Her sleek thighs were coiled tightly around his head, holding 
him in a firm grip. 

"Oh, eat me! That's the way!" she told him in a distraught voice. "I love 
being eaten!" 

Working the length of her pink slit with his tongue, Tom nibbled at the 
juicy outer lips. By this time the attractive older woman was soaking wet 
between the legs and her thighs kept squeezing tightly against his head as 
she rocked back and forth on the bed. 

"Keep going!" Nancy spoke in an insistent voice. "I love it!" 

Working his tongue deep inside her groove and sucking out her juices with 
audible slurping sounds, Tom found her clitoris and began stabbing at it 
with his tongue. Feeling his masculine tongue against her tiny button. Nancy 
gasped with delight and began pumping back and forth with excited thrusts. 
Arching her back sharply, she wriggled about with sensuous catlike 
movements. 

"Oh, you're driving me insane!" she told him in a breathless voice. "Keep 
doing it!" 

His face plastered against her wet pussy, Tom thrust his tongue inside her 
as far as he could. Swimming in her feminine juices, he could feel her 
body's rhythmic contractions as she responded to his clitoral caresses. 
Catching her breath with loud gasps and wildly thrusting her hips back and 
forth, Nancy anxiously clutched at his head as her orgasm approached. 

"Oooh, I'm coming! Oooooh!" Nancy cried out in an ecstatic voice. 

The attractive housewife jerked her hips with frantic thrusts as she reached 
her climax. As if a sudden jolt of electricity had been passed through her 
body, she stiffened momentarily and then collapsed in convulsive shudders. 
Quite astonished by the intensity of her orgasm, Tom kept his face buried 
against her wet pussy as long as he could. 

"Wow, that was beautiful, Tom!" Nancy breathlessly told him as he finally 
pulled back. As the well built teenager straightened up, she caught sight of 
his erection. "Put it in me, Tom!" she demanded. "Christ, you're such a 
stud!" 

His young cock pounding with excitement, Tom promptly stretched out on top 
of his attractive neighbor. As the crown of his sturdy lance brushed against 
her wet pussy hairs, Nancy grabbed it to escort it into her groove. Sliding 
forward with virile thrusts, Tom felt her wet vaginal walls clinging to his 
throbbing penis with a delightful grip. As the thick muscle dilated her 
vaginal walls to the utmost, Nancy excitedly wrapped her bare arms and legs 
around him in a warm embrace. 

"Oh, go ahead and fuck me, Tommy!" she exclaimed. "This is going to be 
wonderful!" 

His bare chest scraping against her taut nipples, the well built teenager 
began rocking back and forth. Wriggling about under him in a thoroughly 
provocative fashion, Nancy kept all four smooth limbs tightly entwined about 
him. Arching her back sharply and moving her hips from side to side, she 
seemed to know exactly how to respond to his forward thrusts. 

"Oh, that's the way!" Nancy told him in a breathless voice. "Oh, you're just 
like a stallion!" 

Tormented by her wriggling feminine body and wet, clinging vagina, Tom 
stroked with progressively more powerful strokes that sent his hard lance 
thrusting deep inside her. His strong masculine body pressed down against 
her, dominating her and making her feel almost helpless and quite feminine. 
Kissing and biting at him, Nancy dug her fingernails into his back to urge 
him on. 

"Oh, you're simply crushing me!" she cried out. "I've never been fucked like 
this!" 

Riding her with virile, punishing strokes, Tom slammed his weight down 
against her with each forward thrust. Holding back as long as he could, he 
finally thrust forward with one final lunge and sent his masculine fluids 
jetting into her vagina. Feeling the warm gush deep inside her, Nancy 
uttered a cry of excitement and found herself experiencing a delightful 
orgasm. 

"Don't get up! Let it soak!" she told him afterwards. 

"Okay," Tom quickly agreed. 

Gasping for breath, the two of them lay with their organs engaged and their 
limbs entwined for the next few minutes. 

"I hope you'll let me take advantage of your expert stud service in the 
future," Nancy told him with a smile when they finally separated. 

"You won't have to worry about that!" Tom assured her. 

As the foregoing example indicates, in this book we are going to study the 
phenomenon of the seductive neighbor. Although the seductive neighbor 
syndrome is hardly anything new, it has received considerable impetus by the 
Sexual Revolution. Sexologists studying the modern sexual scene have been 
astonished by the number of cases they have uncovered involving casual 
relationships among neighbors. Although exact estimates are impossible to 
obtain, it is clear that the seductive neighbor syndrome is one of the most 
widespread modern sexual developments. 

Although the seductive neighbor syndrome appears in various contexts, it is 
most frequently found in situations involving older women and young boys. 
The reasons for this are quite understandable. Adolescent boys are of course 
always looking for sexual outlets and older neighbor women often make ideal 
partners. Such an older woman is in effect a mother-substitute, which 
permits the young man to have an Oedipal relationship without the guilt 
feelings that would be involved in a similar relationship with his own 
mother. The importance of the Oedipal attachment should not be 
underestimated. 

Moreover, an older woman is often considered a desirable partner because of 
her greater experience. A young boy who is lacking in confidence about his 
own virility may be reluctant to approach a girl of his own age, because of 
the tense atmosphere that often develops in such situations and the 
embarrassment he would feel if he failed to perform in a suitable manner. 
With an older woman, the atmosphere is often much more relaxed and casual 
and with her greater experience, the chances of failure are minimized. 

It is not surprising that single women and divorcees become sexually 
involved with younger boys, since such women are often deprived of adult 
sexual partners. However, it is somewhat surprising that more and more 
married women appear to be seeking similar affairs with young boys. It 
appears that the Sexual Revolution and the women's liberation movement have 
raised sexual expectations among many married women. Failing to sexual 
satisfaction with their husbands, such women often turn to younger and more 
adaptable partners. 

Neighborhood contacts between older women and younger boys occur in various 
ways. As the preceding example shows, housewives and other older women often 
employ teenage boys to perform various tasks around the house and yard, and 
this type of casual employment can often lead to situations where a sexual 
encounter takes place. In similar fashion, paper boys and adolescents with 
delivery jobs sometimes find themselves alone with an older woman who has 
seduction on her mind. 

Another and surprisingly frequent method of contact between older women and 
younger boys results from the fact that adolescent boys often like to amuse 
themselves and try to satisfy their sexual curiosity by acting as peeping 
toms in the neighborhoods in which they live. Since many women are 
notoriously and sometimes intentionally careless about pulling the shades 
when they are disrobing, the efforts of such boys often produce rewards far 
greater than expected. This often occurs in small towns, where a woman who 
gives such an exhibition does not run the risk that such an activity would 
entail in a metropolitan high-crime area. 

In this book, we will concentrate on various aspects of the seductive 
neighbor syndrome with particular reference to the older woman-young boy 
theme. Of course, the syndrome has ramifications beyond this theme and we 
will examine some of them. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

THE SEXY NEIGHBOR 

Seventeen-year-old Gene really knew very little about the couple who lived 
next door in the pleasant suburb of Los Angeles. Mr. Baker was a businessman 
who appeared to be in his early forties. He seemed to be home only rarely 
and then on weekends. Martha, his wife, was an exceptionally attractive 
blonde who appeared to be at least ten years younger than her husband. It 
was said that at one time Martha had enjoyed a promising career as a film 
starlet, but no one really seemed to know for sure. 

From his upstairs bedroom, Gene enjoyed an unobstructed view of the swimming 
pool that took up a large part of the Bakers' backyard. The sexually curious 
teenager was quick to discover that Martha frequently enjoyed sunning 
herself around the pool whenever the opportunity presented itself. Clad in a 
skimpy bikini and sunglasses, the shapely platinum blonde would spend hours 
lying around the pool. 

Quite intrigued by her voluptuous figure, Gene often found himself 
discreetly observing her from behind his bedroom window. He even obtained a 
pair of binoculars so that he could observe her more closely. Unaware of his 
attentions, Martha invariably gave an interesting exhibition of feminine 
pulchritude. As she lay on her tummy to let the sun reach her back, her tiny 
bikini pants covered only a small portion of her delightfully rotund and 
girlishly wide buttocks. Gene could clearly see her gluteal muscles flexing 
and rippling in the warm sunlight, and it was a sight that more often than 
not left him with a very powerful erection. 

And there were times when Martha would simply strip off her bikini halter 
and set it aside while she sunned herself. Her breasts were full and quite 
large but at the same time very firm, and the effect those two mounds had on 
the fascinated teenager was quite predictable. At times, she would get up 
and walk around while dressed in that "mono-kini" style, and the sight of 
her jouncing breasts would remain vividly in Gene's mind for hours 
afterward. 

The well developed teenager was content to admire his comely neighbor from 
afar. It did not occur to him that Martha might be bored with her older 
husband and just might be looking for a young stud to please her. Although 
he had seen movies dealing with such themes, he did not associate them with 
reality. As a result, he made no attempt to strike up an acquaintance with 
his attractive neighbor. 

The two of them met only by coincidence one afternoon when Martha came over 
to borrow something from his mother. Since his mother was not at home, Gene 
answered the door and found himself facing his shapely neighbor. Martha was 
attired in a brief halter and formfitting hip huggers that displayed her 
enticing figure to best advantage. 

"Hi, your mom around?" she asked, smiling at him. 

"No, she went shopping," Gene replied. "She should be back in a few 
minutes." 

"Mind if I wait?" Martha asked with a bright smile. 

"No, if you want," Gene replied. 

The two of them sat down on the back porch. Seated across from his 
attractive guest, Gene could not take his eyes off of her although he tried 
to be discreet about it. Her white halter seemed almost transparent and he 
thought he could discern the outline of her nipples beneath it. Visions of 
her seated and walking around her swimming pool attired only in bikini pants 
began playing through his mind, and to his embarrassment he quickly found 
himself endeavoring to conceal a pulsating erection. 

"I think I hear your mother in the driveway now," Martha spoke up. 

"Yes," Gene replied. For a brief moment he thought that Martha had caught 
sight of his erection, and he knew that his face was getting red despite his 
efforts to control himself. 

As his mother came up to the back porch, the two women started talking and 
went inside. Martha emerged in a few moments with a package under her arm 
and flashed a smile in his direction. 

"You know, I didn't realize that you don't have a swimming pool back here," 
she told him. 

"No, we don't," Gene admitted. 

"You're free to use ours any time you want," she told him. 

"Thanks," Gene replied, a little surprised by the offer. He had no 
difficulty picturing himself seated at the pool with Martha beside him in 
her skimpy bikini. 

"Like right now, if you wish," she went on. "I'm in the mood for some 
sunbathing myself." 

"Okay," Gene agreed with alacrity. "I'll have to get my suit." 

"See you in a few minutes!" Martha said as she walked away. Her parting 
smile seemed almost flirtatious. 

Changing into his swimming trunks, Gene quickly went next door. Martha was 
already in her skimpy bikini by the time he arrived. 

"Bet I can beat you to the pool!" the shapely platinum blonde told him with 
a teasing smile. 

Turning her back, she began running down a path that led around the house. 
His fascinated eyes glued on her bouncing bottom and lithe smooth legs, Gene 
was content to let her lead the way. 

"Here goes!" Martha yelled, jumping into the pool with a noisy splash. 

Gene jumped in behind her and the two of them began swimming around in the 
pleasantly cool water. Despite the distortions created by the water, he 
remained thoroughly aware of her voluptuous and scantily-clad figure as she 
swam lazily around the pool. Her long blonde hair and beautifully bronzed 
body gave her a goddess-like appearance as she glided easily through the 
blue water. 

"Wow, it's colder than I thought!" she exclaimed, climbing out of the water 
and seating herself at the pool's edge with her feet dangling in the water. 

Gene emerged from the water and sat down as close to her as he dared. Her 
brief bikini halter barely covered the tips of her breasts, and the husky 
teenager continually gazed at her although he tried quite hard not to be 
obvious about it. 

"You should have come over a long time ago," Martha told him, swinging her 
feet back and forth in the water and creating miniature waves. "There's no 
point letting a good pool like this go to waste." 

"Yes, it's a great pool," Gene replied. His eyes inspecting every detail of 
her lush figure, he could feel the pressure against his swimming trunks. 

"And it's completely private, too," Martha told him. "No one can see you 
back here." 

"Oh, yes they can. From my bedroom..." Gene suddenly stopped, realizing that 
he had spoken much too quickly. 

"Oh?" Martha looked thoroughly startled for a moment and then smiled at the 
young man. "Well, you learn something every day." 

"I'm sorry," Gene apologized. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." 

"That's okay," Martha replied, her cheeks becoming slightly flushed. "That's 
what I get for running around practically in my birthday suit." 

Gene didn't know what to say next, but it was quite apparent that his 
attractive neighbor was more amused than annoyed to find that he had been 
spying on her. 

"Why don't we go inside?" Martha suggested. "Don't you think it's too cold 
out here?" 

"I guess so," Gene replied although it didn't really seem that cold to him. 

Martha smiled flirtatiously at him as they walked in the back door. "Here, 
dry yourself with this," she told him, tossing him a large bath towel. 

Tossing her blonde hair from side to side, Martha picked up another towel 
and began drying herself. As might be expected, Gene found it difficult to 
keep his eyes off of her scantily clad figure. 

"Tell me," Martha said, standing in front of him with a teasing smile on her 
face. "Do you spy on me very often?" 

Gene managed a slightly sheepish laugh. "Whenever I get the chance," he 
admitted quite candidly. 

Martha nodded and rolled the tip of her tongue lightly over her lips in a 
teasing manner. "That's very flattering," she told him in a kidding voice. 
"I wouldn't think you would be interested in an older woman." 

Gene laughed. "I don't think you're too old for me!" he told her. 

"Oh?" Martha batted her eyes at him in a teasing fashion. 

To his dismay, she stepped forward until the pointed tips of her bikini 
halter were brushing his bare chest. Fighting the temptation to grasp her 
voluptuous breasts, Gene could feel the blood beginning to pound into his 
young penis. 

"Well, go ahead!" Martha insisted, tilting her face up to him. "What are you 
waiting for?" 

Gene impulsively grabbed her around the waist and kissed her hard on the 
lips. Her mouth tasted sweet and he was keenly aware of her scantily clad 
body brushing against him at various points. 

"That's more like it!" Martha told him, slipping her hands around the back 
of his neck and leaning against him to tease him with her full breasts. 

Gene kissed her once again. At any moment he expected her to draw back and 
rebuff him, and he found himself more than a little astonished at her warm 
response. Wriggling in his arms in a thoroughly feminine fashion, she ran 
her hands over his bare shoulders and back with light strokes. 

"Maybe it would be better this way!" Martha said, reaching back to unfasten 
her bikini halter. 

Gene gulped with astonishment as the attractive woman quickly peeled off the 
tiny halter and tossed it aside. Viewed from up close, her full and firm 
breasts seemed all the more voluptuous and appealing. Grabbing her almost 
roughly, he pulled her to him and kissed her once again. Her bare breasts 
scraped against his chest in a thoroughly enticing manner. 

"There's a couch in the family room," Martha told him. "Don't worry. We're 
all alone." 

Taking him by the hand, she escorted him to the spacious family room. A 
moment later the two of them were locked in a tight embrace on the black 
leather couch. Gene could hardly believe his good fortune as the voluptuous 
blonde writhed and squirmed in his arms, her full breasts crushed tightly 
against his exposed chest. 

"Bet you never heard of french kissing!" Martha told him with a teasing 
smile. 

Her full lips were open and Gene could see the pink tip of her tongue. 
Pulling her closer to him, he pressed his mouth tightly against hers and in 
a moment their tongues met. The electrifying sensation made them both gasp 
and Martha excitedly ran her hands up and down his back, allowing her long 
and brightly painted fingernails to dig in slightly. The two of them 
exchanged a deep french kiss with their tongues flicking against one 
another. 

Martha pushed his head down in an urgent manner, and in a moment Gene found 
his face buried in her voluptuous breasts. He quickly began kissing and 
licking the two satiny smooth mounds and their pink nipples, from time to 
time pausing to take a nipple into his mouth to suck on it. 

"Oh, that's the way!" Martha told him in a breathless voice. Lying back 
against the couch, the shapely blonde arched her back and squirmed with 
delight as her breasts became taut with arousal. 

Stroking her smooth tapering thighs with his hands, Gene moved his lips and 
tongue from one breast to the other. His tight swimming trunks made his 
erection almost painful and he could hardly wait to take them off. 

"Go on, Gene, kiss me all over!" Martha insisted, pushing his head in a 
downward direction. 

In his anxiety, Gene almost tore her tiny bikini panties as he stripped them 
off. Blushing prettily and breathing with noticeably heavy gasps, Martha lay 
supine on the couch with her shapely legs drawn up and apart. The fluffy 
tuft of hair between her legs was considerably darker than the hair on her 
head. Gene could see the glistening moisture as he gazed at the intriguing 
coral groove. 

"Go on!" Martha spoke in an almost pleading voice. "I just love to be kissed 
down there!" 

Pausing to peel off his swimming trunks, Gene discerned the pleased look on 
her face as she caught sight of his powerful erection. Martha expectantly 
spread her thighs apart as the husky teenager knelt between them. He could 
see the distraught look of pleasure on her face as she awaited his oral 
caresses. Slipping his hands under her velvety smooth hips, Gene leaned 
forward and buried his face right in the pretty nest. 

"Oh!" Martha emitted a feminine shriek, her pelvis jerking in response to 
the intimate contact. 

As Gene extended his tongue and began licking her groove, the voluptuous 
blonde hooked one smooth leg over his back and lay back to thoroughly enjoy 
being eaten. His face brushing against the fluffy hairs, Gene licked up and 
down the exterior of her pink crease. Keeping his hands under her hips and 
elevating them slightly, he dug his fingers into the plump, resilient flesh. 

"Oh, this is wonderful, Gene!" Martha told him in a pleased voice. "A woman 
really appreciates being eaten!" 

As her coral vulva became moist, Gene nibbled on the plump outer folds and 
pulled them apart with his lips. 

"Oh, where did you learn that?" Martha asked, wriggling her hips back and 
forth on the couch in a provocatively feminine fashion. 

Gene worked his tongue between the two slippery outer folds and began 
flicking it up and down in the watery interior. 

"Mmmmm, I can feel it!" the shapely housewife exclaimed in a delighted 
voice. "That's wonderful!" 

Wriggling and arching her back, Martha caught her breath with audible gasps 
in response to the teasing oral caresses. Her feminine juices bathed Gene's 
face and seeped into his mouth, and the eager teenager constantly tried to 
work his tongue inside her as far as he could. Martha's slippery smooth 
thighs constantly squeezed against his head and he could feel her hands 
urging him on. 

"Mmmmm, you really know how to do it!" she told him in a voice that revealed 
her growing excitement. "Oh, is my pussy ever hot!" 

Although he was becoming more than a little short of breath, Gene kept his 
face tightly plastered against the wet and sticky delta. His probing tongue 
flicked her clitoris and tried to work inside her vaginal orifice, drawing 
out her interior juices. Gasping with delight, Martha rocked her hips wildly 
back and forth and coiled her smooth thighs around his head in a tight vise. 

"Put it in me!" she finally cried out in a breathless voice. "I can't wait 
any longer!" 

In his excitement, Gene almost fell down on top of her. Wriggling prettily 
under him, Martha grabbed his rigidly erect cock to guide it between the 
outer lips of her vulva. Gene's throbbing lance slid into the pink tunnel 
and he could feel the warm, wet walls clinging to him as he thrust forward. 

"Oh, it's so big!" Martha cried out. "I feel like you're splitting me 
apart!" 

Shoving his rock hard member in to the hilt, Gene felt confident and fully 
in command as he lay atop his voluptuous neighbor. Feeling warm and 
submissive under him, Martha hooked her smooth arms and legs around him and 
pulled his bare chest down into contact with her steeply taut nipples. 

"Go ahead and fuck me, you stud!" she whispered in a hoarse voice. "Make me 
have a real nice come!" 

The robust teenager began gliding back and forth with slow, easy strokes. 
Martha wriggled and squirmed under him, occasionally nipping at his chest 
and shoulders with her teeth to spur him on. Her wet vaginal walls clung 
tightly to his thick organ, as if trying to hold it inside her. Lubricated 
by her flowing juices, his throbbing muscle slid back and forth with a 
delightfully pleasant sensation. 

"Mmmmm, this is heavenly!" Martha exclaimed. "You really know how to put it 
to a gal!" 

Although he tried to pace himself as much as possible, Gene continually 
increased the tempo. He began stroking back and forth with firm, masculine 
strokes that sent his rigid cock sliding the length of her vagina. Martha 
responded with eager thrusts of her hips, arching her back and tossing her 
hips from side to side in a thoroughly tantalizing fashion. Although it was 
their first encounter, the two of them seemed to work with nearly perfect 
coordination. 

"Oh, am I ever getting hot!" Martha cried out in an excited voice. "Keep 
pumping, you stud!" 

His chest scraping against Martha's taut nipples, Gene pumped with 
progressively faster strokes. His virile young body pinned her down tightly 
against the couch, and he could feel her frantic squirms under him. Sensing 
her ever mounting excitement, he began making a determined effort to hold 
himself back to the last possible second. 

"Oh, what a fuck!" Martha exclaimed. "I can't remember when I've been fucked 
like this!" 

Completely tantalized by her wet clinging vagina and wriggling feminine 
body, Gene found himself stroking with powerful, almost animal-like thrusts. 
At times he was sure he was hurting her, but she seemed to love it. 
Abandoning any attempt at self-restraint, he pumped with furious strokes and 
suddenly sent his warm semen surging into her vagina with forceful jets. 
Martha squealed with delight and hugged him tightly with all four limbs as 
she suddenly found herself enjoying an intense climax. 

"Oh, was that ever a fuck!" she told him as the two of them tried to catch 
their breath afterward. "I'm completely out of breath!" 

Stretched out on top of his pretty neighbor, Gene was reluctant to disengage 
and simply lay there enjoying a nice soak. 

"Why don't we go for another swim?" Martha suggested after a few moments. 

"Okay," Gene agreed, slowly dismounting from his shapely partner. 

"Let's don't even bother with our suits!" Martha suggested with an amused 
smile. 

His eyes fastened on Martha's prettily jouncing bottom, Gene followed her 
out to the pool. They jumped in beside one another and began swimming around 
in a relaxed, casual manner. 

The cool water felt delightfully refreshing after the intense session on the 
couch. 

"Doesn't this feel great?" Martha called out. 

"Sure does," Gene agreed. 

It was several minutes before the two of them emerged dripping from the 
pool. Tossing her blonde hair from side to side in an attempt to get some of 
the water out, Martha grabbed her younger companion by the hand and led him 
toward the back door. A little surprised by her obvious eagerness, Gene 
followed without reluctance. At the door, Martha abruptly turned toward him 
and allowed her wet body to smack pleasantly against him. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed, quickly slipping her hands around his neck. 

Teased by her soaking wet body, Gene leaned forward to kiss her. Martha's 
pink tongue was waiting and the two of them were soon locked in a warm 
embrace with their tongues entwined. 

"Maybe it's about time we did some real frenching!" Martha suggested with a 
teasing smile when they broke apart. 

The two of them quickly returned to the family room. 

"Stretch out on your back!" Martha told him. "You look as if you could use a 
little help!" 

Almost unable to believe that it was all really happening, Gene promptly 
stretched out supine on the couch. Martha quickly dropped to her knees at 
the side of the couch and clasped his limp penis in one hand. Brushing her 
blonde hair back out of her eyes, she leaned forward with her pretty mouth 
formed into an oval. Gene caught his breath sharply as she slipped the head 
of his young cock into her mouth and let it soak for a moment. 

"Let's see what this does for you!" she teased, smiling up at him and 
leaving the tip of his member just inside her mouth as she spoke. 

Stroking gently with her hand, she closed her mouth about the crown of his 
penis and gently began sucking on it. Teased by her expert caresses, Gene 
promptly developed a firm erection. 

"Mmmmmm, that didn't take long!" Martha remarked, once again leaving his 
young lance just inside her mouth as she spoke. 

Stroking gently with her fingertips, the comely blonde began nibbling up and 
down his thick member with her full lips. Tantalized by the tormenting 
caresses, Gene could not hold still and was soon thrusting his hips back and 
forth. 

"Mmmmmm, I just love eating a nice big cock!" Martha exclaimed, extending 
her pink tongue with obvious relish and going to work on the head. 

Licking it as if it were an ice cream cone, the attractive housewife covered 
the head with kittenish flicks and began working down the base with her 
moist tongue. In a few moments, his pounding member was gleaming from the 
results of her handiwork and Gene was catching his breath in audible gasps. 

"Now I'm going to get it in me up to here!" Martha announced, pointing at 
her throat. 

Watching intently, Gene stared as the gorgeous blonde opened her mouth as 
far as she could and lowered it over his throbbing organ. Gulping and 
obviously quite excited, she began working it between her teeth. In a few 
moments, her mouth was completely filled with stiff masculine cock. Turning 
her head from side to side and flicking generously with her tongue, she 
began sucking on it. 

Thrusting his hips back and forth on the couch, Gene watched as his 
pulsating spear slid back and forth in Martha's pretty mouth. He could feel 
it brushing against the roof of her mouth and at times sliding nearly into 
her throat. Her saliva collected rapidly, filling her mouth and occasionally 
forcing her to swallow with a loud gulp. 

"What a chunk of meat you've got!" Martha told him as she paused to catch 
her breath. 

"Why don't we do a sixty-nine?" Gene quickly suggested. 

Her body still slippery wet from their swim, Martha lost no time in getting 
into position on top of him. As she knelt with her knees next to his 
shoulder, Gene found himself looking up into her feminine charms. Leaning 
forward to take his rigid cock into her mouth, the shapely blonde lowered 
her weight against him until her wet pussy was atop his face. 

His nose wedged neatly into the crevice of her full buttocks, Gene began 
licking her pink groove with his tongue. Squirming and wriggling on top of 
him, Martha plunged his throbbing member deep into her mouth and went to 
work with both hands to torment him all the more. Tantalized by each other's 
probing tongues, the two of them sucked furiously. 

His face completely buried in wet pussy, Gene managed to get his tongue in 
contact with her clitoris and began flicking it with teasing stabs. Moaning 
with excitement, Martha thrust her hips back and forth while at the same 
time keeping his rigidly stiff lance deep in her mouth. It wasn't long 
before the attractive blonde came right on the young man's face and he 
responded by sending his warm milky fluid spurting into her mouth with thick 
jets. 

The foregoing illustration provides one example of the erotic attraction 
that often exists between teenage boys and their female neighbors. The 
reasons why teenage boys are often attracted to their female neighbors. In 
the first place, an attractive neighbor is often the nearest desirable 
female whom a young man can identify as an acceptable sexual object. 
Although mothers and sisters are closer both in a physical and emotional 
sense, sexual activities with them and sexual fantasies about them are 
proscribed by the incest taboo. 

Secondly, an attractive neighbor is highly visible at a time when a maturing 
adolescent is sexually quite inquisitive. As in the preceding example, she 
may be fond of sunning herself at a location where she can be discreetly 
observed. Or she may be careless about pulling the shades when dressing or 
undressing. Moreover, she may make the mistake of thinking her young 
neighbor is still merely a child, and may permit him to see her in various 
stages of undress. Or, as happens more frequently than one might expect, she 
may be deliberately seductive although she may intend nothing more than some 
harmless teasing. 

In all fairness, it must be admitted that many women do not realize the 
erotic fascination that they often hold over young boys in their 
neighborhoods, and are often careless in situations where discretion would 
otherwise be employed. "I grew up in a largely rural area in the late 
forties and early fifties," related one man. "Our next door neighbor was a 
willowy brunette with long, shapely legs that could have belonged to a 
showgirl. Unlike the other women in the community, she had a job in town 
during the week as a secretary. As a result she wore a good dress, nylon 
hose and high heels on a daily basis. This contrasted quite sharply with the 
slacks and other unattractive outfits worn by the other women in the 
neighborhood, and it also gave me an early appreciation for the sight of 
shapely legs enhanced by sheer nylons and high heels. 

"Although I was a young man who was becoming quite interested in the 
opposite sex, our neighbor apparently thought I was still merely a child. 
Consequently, she was often careless about managing her skirt around me. 
When alighting from a car or when seated with her long legs crossed, she 
would often allow her skirt to ride up to reveal an intriguing glimpse of 
expanded stocking tops and bare white thighs. There were even times when she 
adjusted her stockings right in my presence. I am quite positive that she 
never dreamed how hypnotic these scenes were as far as I was concerned. Even 
to this day, I can still recall some of those scenes." 

As pointed out in the first chapter, an attractive neighbor is often 
appealing to an adolescent boy because she is, in effect, a 
mother-substitute. As is well known, a boy's earliest and strongest sexual 
impulse is directed toward his mother, and his ability or inability to 
direct this impulse in other channels will govern his sexual adjustment as 
an adult. At a time when he is young and relatively inexperienced, it is 
easy to understand why an older neighbor would be highly appealing to him, 
because she in effect would be playing the role he would unconsciously wish 
his mother to have. 

Thus, we can see that there are compelling reasons why a teenage boy may 
find himself attracted to a female neighbor. However, the attraction is by 
no means one-sided. Women are frequently attracted to the adolescent boys in 
their neighborhood, and for reasons that are readily understandable. In the 
first place, such attraction is but another phase of the Oedipus complex. A 
woman who enjoys an affair with a young boy is, at least at an unconscious 
level, treating him as a surrogate son. 

However, the most compelling reason for such attraction on the part of a 
female is the desire for more and varied sex. It is well known that the male 
sexual drive develops early and often reaches its peak in the mid-twenties, 
after which there is a general and often startling decline. The female sex 
drive, on the other hand, starts more slowly and gradually increases, often 
reaching its peak in the late thirties or early forties, sometimes even 
later. A person wedded to the youth "cult" might well reconsider if he 
permitted himself an indulgence with a responsive woman in her forties. 

Thus, a woman in her thirties or forties may find herself with a keen 
interest in maintaining (or establishing) an active sex life. At the same 
time, her husband and the other adult males in her life may be showing a 
sharply declining interest in sexual matters. Under such circumstances, it 
is not surprising that women in this age bracket often turn to young boys in 
an effort to vitalize their sex life. The following case history will 
provide one example of such a situation. 

CASE HISTORY 

Eunice L. was a schoolteacher of twenty-four when she married. At that time, 
she was an attractive brunette with an appealing figure that men noticed. 
However, for some reason she had never considered herself particularly 
attractive to men, and did not go out of the way to obtain their attention. 
Her conservative clothes minimized her figure and her horn-rimmed glasses 
and tightly done hairdos gave her a schoolmarmish-appearance that was quite 
misleading. She was more than a little surprised when one of her fellow 
teachers asked her to marry him. 

Marriage proved a revelation for the young woman. Prior to her marriage, 
Eunice had been totally inexperienced in sexual matters and in rather 
typical feminine fashion had really thought very little about the physical 
details of sex. However, after overcoming her initial jitters, Eunice 
responded warmly to her husband's advances and became extremely responsive 
and supportive. At times, her passionate feelings disturbed her slightly and 
she held herself back so as not to alarm her husband. 

Time passed and Eunice found her sexual interest growing. Although she was 
afraid her husband would disapprove if she were too aggressive, she at times 
behaved in a manner designed to lead him on. For example, she would 
deliberately refrain from wearing a brassiere under her tight sweater while 
the two of them were watching television, or she would let him see her 
removing her stockings. Despite such come-on tricks, however, she realized 
that their sex life was gradually tapering off and there was little she 
could do about it. 

Unlike her husband, who in typical masculine fashion did not seem to think 
that he required further sexual enlightenment, Eunice made a point of 
reading various books and manuals about sex. Since her own sexual 
experiences had been quite conventional, she read about such forbidden 
topics as fellatio and cunnilingus with more than a little curiosity. She 
would have liked to experiment with such techniques, but was certain that 
her husband would be opposed and would probably even be offended if she 
brought the subject up. 

By the time she was thirty, their sex life had declined nearly to the 
vanishing point. However, somewhat to her surprise, Eunice found that her 
own interest in sex was still developing. Although it was apparent that her 
husband had more or less lost interest in the subject, she at first rejected 
the idea of conducting an extramarital affair. But after another year of 
sexual frustration, she began to consider the possibilities of looking 
elsewhere for sexual gratification. 

"I didn't have anything specific in mind at first," Eunice later related. 
"In fact, at the beginning I just liked to imagine that a handsome man would 
show up at the door and sweep me off my feet, although of course I knew that 
nothing like that would really happen. It was about this time that I 
realized that Jim, the sixteen-year-old boy who lived next door, was 
beginning to notice me. Well, of course, at first I quickly dismissed the 
idea of having an affair with a boy who was only half my age. After all, he 
was hardly more than a child, or so I thought. You see, at this time I 
really had no idea that boys this age could be so well developed physically. 

"Jim often seemed to make a point of being around when I was out in the 
yard, and I began what I then considered a harmless flirtation. Just to 
tease him, I would deliberately wear tight shorts and sweaters when I knew 
he would be around, and I could tell that he liked what he saw. Although I 
was sometimes a little embarrassed by his persistent attentions, it was 
flattering and pleasing to have someone looking at me that way. 

"I began asking him over to do various odd jobs for me both in the yard and 
house. After a few weeks, I began to reconsider things. After all, what 
would be the harm of a little affair between the two of us? It was highly 
unlikely that my husband would find out, and even if he did he would hardly 
be in position to complain. And it certainly wouldn't hurt Jimmie. Even if 
he were totally inexperienced (which I suspected), he would be losing his 
cherry sooner or later." 

Did she remember her first experience with her young neighbor? "Yes," Eunice 
replied. "Jim was helping me do some things around the house one rather 
pleasant spring afternoon. Just to tease him, I was wearing my tightest 
black sweater, a pair of white hot pants and black pantyhose. To make myself 
look even more youthful, I was wearing my hair loose and had left off my 
glasses. I wouldn't have dared wear that outfit outside the house or in 
front of my husband, but I could see that Jimmie definitely appreciated it. 

"It didn't take him long to finish the tasks I had assigned him, but he was 
in no hurry to leave afterward. As we sat around in the living room talking, 
I kept my legs crossed and teased him even more than usual with provocative 
smiles. Although he tried to act casual, I could see that he couldn't take 
his eyes off of me. His face soon became rather flushed and I suspected that 
he had an erection although he was managing to conceal it. 

"Almost on an impulse, I decided that the time was right for something to 
happen. Obviously, it was unrealistic to expect him to take the initiative, 
so I knew the first step was up to me. My heart was pounding and I knew my 
cheeks were hot as I went over to him and sat down beside him. Kissing him 
on the lips, I asked him if he would mind letting me do something real nice 
for him. He was really too astonished to answer, but I didn't wait for a 
reply. 

"Sliding to my knees in front of him, I quickly pulled down his zipper and 
spread his fly open. Reaching into his shorts, I clasped my hand around his 
hard thing. Oh, was that a pleasant surprise for both of us! He was much 
more developed than I had imagined; in fact, he was fully mature. I promptly 
pulled it out into the open where I could look at it, and my mouth suddenly 
got watery when I found myself staring at that thick chunk of masculine 
meat. Although I had never done such a thing in my life, I knew I just had 
to eat it. 

"Jimmie was too stunned to do anything but simply sit there and stare as I 
stuck out my tongue and rolled it over the sleek head. Holding the base 
firmly in one hand and continually pulling and stroking on it, I opened my 
mouth and slipped the head just inside it. I could hear his pleased gasp as 
I began working it into my mouth as far as I could. Continually flicking 
with my tongue, I managed to work about three inches of it into my mouth. 

"Oh, was that ever a delicious sensation! I felt bold and naughty, and in 
fact even a little depraved. There I was, a prim over-thirty housewife with 
her mouth packed with rock hard teenage cock! I knew my face was hotly 
flushed with excitement and I was already nicely creamy between the legs. 
Right at the moment I knew there was nothing more that I wanted than to eat 
that thick piece of meat. 

"My head began bobbing up and down in his lap, allowing that thick muscle to 
slide back and forth in my mouth. My salivary glands were busy, thoroughly 
lubricating it and forcing me to swallow with audible gulps from time to 
time. I just loved the feel of that sleek, pounding muscle in my mouth; it 
felt so virile and powerful that I just couldn't get enough of it. I soon 
became quite short of breath, but I knew that nothing was going to make me 
stop eating that big slab of masculine cock! 

"I could tell that Jimmie had never felt anything like it before. He was 
thrusting his hips back and forth with quick, jerky movements and I could 
hear his pleased gasps. I began turning my head from side to side while at 
the same time sucking furiously, and I could see that he was nearly going 
crazy trying to hold himself back. 

"Naturally, I knew what was going to happen sooner or later, but it still 
took me by surprise. All of a sudden masculine cream began spraying all over 
the insides of my mouth! Wow, did I ever get a mouthful! That thick warm 
cream felt deliciously salty and masculine, and I didn't think I could get 
enough of it. When that fountain finally stopped spurting, I began licking 
him up and loved every second of it. 

"Keeping busy with my tongue, I quietly asked him if he would like to 
reciprocate. He seemed surprised but pleased, and quickly agreed. Telling 
him that it would be more comfortable in the bedroom, I took him by the hand 
and led him up the stairs. When we got to the bedroom, he watched with 
obvious fascination as I peeled off my black sweater. I was wearing only a 
tiny half-bra and quickly stripped it off. I could see another erection 
starting to form the instant his eyes caught sight of my bare breasts! 

"Suggesting that it might be a good idea for him to get undressed too, I 
took off my hot-pants and pantyhose and pulled the covers back on the bed. 
Although he was in the process of disrobing, he stared intently as I 
stretched out supine on the bed. Blushing and feeling more than a little 
bold, I spread my legs well apart and drew my knees up so that he could see 
everything. Remember, cunnilin-gus was something new for me and I must admit 
I was quite excited by the prospect of being eaten by that young man. 

"Stripping off his clothes in what must have been record time, Jimmie 
dropped to his knees between my legs and a moment later his face was buried 
right in my pussy! Wow, just like that! I felt his tongue going to work 
along my groove and was that ever a delightful feeling! With some verbal 
assistance from me, he began to work his tongue between the outer folds and 
get it clear inside me. 

"In a few moments, he was tonguing me like an expert. One leg hooked over 
his back, I found myself wriggling and arching my back as his tongue stabbed 
against my clitoris and vaginal opening. Oh, was I ever hot and creamy down 
there! His tongue was driving me wild and I really let myself go. I could 
feel an intense climax coming over me and kept pushing at his head with both 
hands to try to get him even closer to me. In a few moments, I started going 
off like a string of fireworks! Oh, did I ever have a come! 

"He kept eating me all along and finally stretched out on top of me. I could 
feel that rock hard muscle slicing through my vagina like some big hot knife 
melting butter, and quickly wrapped my arms and legs around him just as 
tight as I could. His young body felt hard and powerful on top of me, and 
really made me feel like a woman. I kept telling him to put it to me, using 
words that normally would have embarrassed me to death. 

"Oh, did he ever give me a ride! Starting out with slow but virile thrusts, 
he gradually began pumping faster and faster. I tried to keep up with him 
and it wasn't long before I was simply shaking my rear end just as fast as I 
possibly could. Before long, he was really slamming it to me with thrusts 
that were almost painful. Oh, I had never been fucked like that and I just 
loved it! We were like two animals. When I felt that warm gush deep inside 
me, I simply let myself go and climaxed with an orgasm that left me quaking. 

"With that beginning, Jimmie and I started an affair that continued on a 
regular basis over the next two years. We tried everything and I loved it, 
particularly the oral sex. It was not only exciting, it made me feel 
youthful and sophisticated. We often did sixty-nines together and there was 
nothing I loved more than stretching out on top of him with my mouth full of 
cock while he ate my pussy. Wow, at times that was almost too exciting! I 
don't think a woman who has experienced that type of excitement can ever get 
enough sex." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

SEX AND THE SINGLE NEIGHBOR 

Sixteen-year-old Bill Harrison was surprised to see smoke coming from the 
chimney of the Walton House. Someone had apparently moved into the old farm 
house, which had been unoccupied for over a year. It was a pleasant day and 
Bill decided to investigate to find out more about his new neighbor. The 
Walton House was about a quarter of a mile down the blacktopped rural road, 
but that was a short walk for the well developed young man. 

As he walked into the shaded driveway, Bill caught sight of a late model car 
and some feminine items hanging on a clothesline. After a moment's 
hesitation, he walked up to the front door and knocked on it. In a few 
moments the door opened and, to his surprise, he found himself facing an 
attractive blonde. 

"Hi!" she spoke with a wide smile. "Where did you come from?" 

"I'm your next door neighbor," Bill explained. "I saw smoke coming from the 
chimney and came over to introduce myself." 

"Oh, I see," she replied, nodding her head. 

Although she didn't expressly invite him in, she opened the door all the way 
and Bill stepped inside. The living room was largely filled with unopened 
boxes and crates, making it apparent that the occupants had just moved in. 
There was some furniture, mainly leather and obviously expensive. 

However, it was his hostess who really attracted Bill's attention. She 
appeared to be in her middle twenties and possessed a stunning figure. She 
had apparently been intending to go out for she was dressed in a formfitting 
orange knit dress, honey-colored nylons and summery white shoes. The 
fashionably short dress outlined her curvaceous figure to perfection, and 
Bill tried not to be obvious as he looked her over. 

"I'm Doris," she said. "What's your name?" 

"Bill," he replied. 

"Have a seat," she told him. 

Bill selected a seat on a handsome leather couch. Somewhat to his surprise, 
she sat down opposite from him in a casual manner with an expectant smile on 
her face. Although he tried to be discreet, he could not refrain from 
looking as she crossed her shapely legs with a flash of nylon. He assumed 
that she was married and expected her husband to appear at any moment. 

"Karen!" she suddenly called out in a loud voice. "Guess what we got?" 

Bill sat upright with surprise. 

"Are you kidding?" The feminine voice came from outdoors in back of the 
house. 

"No," Doris replied, flashing a smile at her visitor. 

"Is he alive?" 

Doris smiled teasingly at her guest as she replied. "He looks very much 
alive to me!" 

"I'll be right in!" came the reply. 

"She's been for a swim in that old creek behind the barn," Doris explained. 

Hearing footsteps on the move, Bill gave a visible start as he suddenly 
found himself confronted by a long-legged redhead wearing only a two-piece 
white bathing suit. She was still dripping wet from her swim and the water 
glistened against her nicely tanned flesh. Her long legs were quite smooth 
and shapely, and the steeply pointed halter of her swimsuit revealed a 
stunning bosom. 

"What did we do to deserve this?" she asked, grinning at Doris. 

"Karen, this is Bill," Doris introduced them. 

"I'm your neighbor," Bill said. 

Karen flashed a smile at him. "Well, in that case we'd better get 
acquainted!" she told him. 

To his dismay, she sat down right beside him on the couch with her thigh 
brushing against his trouser leg. He could not refrain from swallowing 
noticeably as she allowed one hand to rest familiarly on his leg. 

"How'd you know there were a couple of horny bachelor girls just waiting for 
you in here?" she asked with a teasing smile. 

"I didn't," Bill replied, becoming more flustered with each passing moment. 

The two women laughed and exchanged knowing glances. 

"We never give a man a chance, you know!" Karen told him in a quietly 
confident voice. She smiled constantly and her eyes were promising. 

"I see," Bill managed weakly. Completely dumbfounded at suddenly finding 
himself alone with two highly attractive and flirtatious women, he simply 
assumed that they were merely teasing him. To his complete dismay, Karen 
suddenly ran her hand boldly over the front of his slacks. "Hey, what do you 
think you're doing?" he exclaimed, more in surprise than anger. 

Karen drew back her hand with mock surprise. "Oh, my goodness, I think we've 
got ourselves a virgin!" she said in an amused voice. 

Doris laughed and leaned back farther on her chair, swinging one pretty leg 
back and forth in a thoroughly provocative manner. Bill could see a glimpse 
of white thigh above the tops of her tan stockings. Feeling an erection 
beginning to form, he became more than a little embarrassed and hoped that 
the two women would not notice. 

"You know, Doris and I are always arguing about which one of us has the 
better figure," Karen addressed him in a mockly serious manner. "Maybe we 
could have a contest and you could be the judge!" 

"Why not?" Doris agreed. 

"Well..." Bill found himself completely at a loss for words. 

Karen stood up, facing him directly and throwing her shoulders back to 
emphasize her full bosom. The two steeply pointed mounds were aimed right at 
him. "Well, what do you think?" she asked in a challenging voice. 

"Well, gee..." Bill stammered. Despite some effort to do so, he couldn't 
refrain from staring at her outthrust bosom. 

"Maybe you'd like it better this way," she said, quickly reaching behind her 
back to unfasten her halter. 

Bill watched in amazement as the two lush, pink-tipped mounds tumbled from 
the cups of the halter. Karen tossed the garment aside and stood confidently 
in front of him, making no attempt to conceal her voluptuous breasts. Bill 
stared intently at the bold display of feminine pulchritude. 

"Well?" Karen asked. 

"That's hardly fair!" Doris protested before Bill had a chance to answer. 

"Perhaps this will help you make up your mind!" Karen spoke with a teasing 
smile on her face as she hooked her fingers into the trunks of her swimsuit. 

Hardly believing his eyes, Bill watched with fascination as the long-legged 
redhead quickly peeled down the small garment and stepped out of it. 
Slightly flushed and looking rather amused, she stood completely nude in 
front of him. The combination of smooth tanned flesh, full breasts and 
bright red hair left Bill with an aching erection. The whiteness of that 
portion of her body that had been covered by the swimsuit stood out in bold 
contrast with her otherwise bronzed flesh. 

"What do you think now?" she asked in a provocative voice, cupping her 
breasts in her hands to tease him all the more. The voluptuous redhead gave 
him a knowing smile as she discerned the telltale bulge in his slacks. 

"Don't answer that yet!" Doris suddenly interjected, getting to her feet and 
walking toward them. "Wait till you've had a chance to compare!" 

Blushing prettily, the attractive blonde began removing her orange knit 
dress. Bill watched appreciatively as she took off the dress and laid it 
over the back of a chair. Wearing only her white brassiere, matching 
panties, garter belt, tan stockings and white shoes, she stood flirtatiously 
in front of him. The well-filled cups of her brassiere came to two sharp 
points, and it was readily apparent that she could offer considerable 
competition to her redheaded rival. The diaphanous white panties permitted a 
tantalizing glimpse of fluffy hair. 

"Hurry up, Doris, don't take all day!" Karen told her, winking at Bill. 

Slipping off her shoes, Doris seated herself and began removing her 
stockings in a deliberately seductive manner. Bill watched intently as tan 
hose departed from smooth white flesh. Fascinated by the intriguing sight, 
he was caught off guard as Karen pushed his knees apart and suddenly knelt 
between his legs. 

"Hey, what're you doing?" he reacted in surprise. 

"We want to see what you got, too!" Karen told him, her hands reaching for 
his fly. 

As Doris stood up and reached behind her back to unfasten her brassiere, 
Karen's nimble fingers quickly found his zipper and pulled it down. Stunned 
by her aggressiveness, Bill sat frozen in his chair as she reached inside 
his fly and cupped her soft hand around his rigidly erect penis. As she 
pulled it out into the open, Doris peeled off her bra to reveal plump and 
nicely rounded breasts. 

"Mmmmm, I think we've found a real stud here!" Karen announced in a pleased 
voice. 

Taking him completely by surprise, the shapely redhead formed her pretty 
mouth into a wide oval and slipped it down over the sleek crown. Bill caught 
his breath sharply as he suddenly felt a moist and sweet feminine mouth 
teasing his throbbing maleness. It was readily apparent that she was an 
expert fellatrix. Continually using her tongue to best advantage, she began 
moving her head up and down in his lap. 

At the same time, Doris slipped down her panties and gracefully stepped out 
of them. Both women were now completely nude and Bill's eyes constantly 
alternated between the two of them. Flushed and looking quite eager, Doris 
watched somewhat enviously as Karen's head bobbed up and down in Bill's lap. 

"Don't be so selfish, Karen!" the pretty blonde finally protested. "He's 
only got one, you know!" 

"Well, all right," Karen remarked as she finally relinquished his sturdy 
lance with obvious reluctance. 

The tall redhead stepped aside as Doris hastily knelt between Bill's 
outspread legs. In a moment, her moist mouth was circling his throbbing 
member and her tongue was busily at work. It was immediately apparent that 
she was likewise an accomplished fellatrix. Moving his hips back and forth 
in automatic response to her tantalizing caresses, Bill watched her pretty 
blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap. 

"Why don't we all go into the bedroom?" Karen suggested after a few moments. 

"Okay," Doris agreed, getting to her feet. "Take off your clothes, Bill." 

The well built teenager hastily removed his clothes while the two women 
waited expectantly. Karen wasted no time in grabbing his erect penis and the 
two young women quickly escorted him into the well furnished bedroom. In the 
bedroom, Doris promptly pulled the spread and blanket from the oversize bed, 
revealing expensive dark green sheets. With a playful laugh, the two women 
pushed their masculine partner to a supine position on the bed. 

"Think you can handle the two of us?" Karen asked with a broad smile. 

The two nude women stood smiling at him from the side of the bed. Bill's 
eyes darted between the two pairs of voluptuous breasts and the two inviting 
triangles. 

"Sure!" he replied. 

"We'll see!" Karen told him. 

With a laugh, the long-legged redhead jumped on the bed with her back to 
him. Apparently knowing exactly what she wanted to do, she knelt astride him 
with her knees next to his shoulders. Bill caught his breath as he suddenly 
found himself staring straight up into her feminine charms. The pink groove 
was clearly discernible in the midst of the pretty crop of henna hair. 

"Here I come, ready or not!" Karen told him as she began lowering her face 
against him. 

In a moment, she was sitting directly on Bill's face. His nose fitting into 
the crevice of her girlishly wide buttocks, Bill eagerly extended his tongue 
and went to work on her pink crease. His vision was completely blocked by 
her hips and her weight was directly on his face. 

"Wow, that's the way!" Karen told him, grinding her hips around on top of 
him and keeping her weight down against him. "What are you waiting for, 
Doris?" 

Doris watched for a moment and then climbed on the bed, kneeling at Bill's 
midsection and bending forward to take his rigid muscle into her mouth. With 
Karen's nicely wide hips resting on his face, Bill jerked with surprise and 
pleasure as he suddenly felt Doris' warm mouth assaulting his aching 
maleness. The pretty blonde quickly took it into her mouth as far as she 
could and began sucking contentedly on it. 

"Isn't this great?" Karen asked in an excited voice although neither of her 
two partners was in position to reply. 

"Mmmmm!" Doris moaned with excitement as she tried to see how far she could 
get his thick cock into her mouth. 

As Karen squirmed and wriggled around right on his face, Bill kept his 
tongue extended as much as he could into her feminine charms. Feminine honey 
bathed his face and seeped into his mouth, leaving him thoroughly soaked. At 
the same time, Doris' wet mouth and tongue teased and tormented him in a 
thoroughly maddening fashion. Pumping his pelvis back and forth with jerky 
movements, the excited teenager found himself struggling valiantly to 
prolong the delicious sensations as long as possible. 

"Wow! Gee!" Karen exclaimed in a breathless voice. "Hey, Doris, this one 
knows what he's doing!" As she spoke, the leggy redhead continued wriggling 
her hips back and forth in his face, forcing him to swim in a bath of warm 
feminine juices. 

Bill held himself back as long as he could and finally erupted with a 
feeling of total release. As the thick masculine fluid suddenly splashed 
against the insides of her mouth, Doris reacted as if she were a young 
kitten who had just been served a bowl of warm cream. Even as his spasms 
began to subside, Bill could feel her tongue busily at work licking up all 
of his climax. 

"Hey, I'm coming too!" Karen cried out. "Oooooh! Oh! Wowee!" The pretty 
redhead squirmed about wildly on Bill's face as she achieved her climax. 

Bill was completely breathless when Karen finally crawled off of him and 
stretched out on the bed. 

"It's time to trade places!" Doris suggested to her companion. 

"Hey, give me a chance to catch my breath!" Bill protested. 

"I'll count to ten!" Doris told him, her eyes bright with expectation. "One. 
Two..." 

Rapidly counting to ten, the comely blonde quickly knelt astride him with 
her back to him. A moment later, Bill's face was once again buried in 
feminine charms. His nose fitted neatly into the crevice of Doris' buttocks, 
the excited teenager promptly extended his tongue and went to work. 

"Eeek!! " Doris squealed with delight, wriggling her hips around on his face 
as she felt his tongue caressing her. 

"I told you he knew how to do it!" Karen told her with an amused laugh. 

"What are you waiting for?" Doris asked her companion. "See if you can make 
it stiff again!" 

Without replying, the shapely redhead dropped to her knees between Bill's 
legs and went to work with her hands and mouth. Tormented by her expert 
caresses, it took the young man only a few moments to achieve another 
pulsating erection. 

"Gee, it looks as if you've got a real mouthful!" Doris remarked. 

"I think I'd like to play cowgirl!" Karen suddenly announced. 

As Doris continued bouncing her cute bottom up and down on his face, Karen 
promptly knelt astride Bill's midsection with her back to him. Clasping his 
rigid member in one hand, she escorted it inside the moist folds of her 
vulva. Bill thrust his hips instinctively as he felt his throbbing muscle 
sliding into the soft pink tunnel. 

"Hey, this is great!" Karen exclaimed as she began riding up and down on 
him. 

His tongue constantly at work on Doris' slippery charms, Bill once again 
found himself struggling to hold himself back as long as possible. Obviously 
enjoying themselves to the utmost, his two female companions rocked and 
squirmed on top of him in a thoroughly tantalizing manner. The two of them 
continually squealed and urged one another on with cries of delight. 

"Mmmmm, I love it!" Doris exclaimed. "I could sit here all day!" 

"Me too," Karen agreed. 

The two of them bounced and wriggled wildly on top of him with a double 
assault that soon left him breathless. Thrusting his hips back and forth 
beneath his two tormentresses, the excited teenager soon found himself 
experiencing another intense orgasm. From their excited cries and wildly 
gyrating hips, it was apparent that his two feminine companions had also 
climaxed. 

"Hey, that was pretty good," Karen remarked as the three of them lay 
catching their breath afterward. 

"What there was of it," Doris agreed, giving Bill a teasing smile. 

"Why don't we go for a swim?" Karen suggested. 

"Okay," Doris quickly agreed. 

"I don't have a suit," Bill objected. 

"Doesn't matter," Karen assured him. "No one can see us back there." 

Completely nude, the three of them quickly exited from the back door of the 
house and walked down the path that led to the creek. 

"I haven't gone skinny dipping since I was a kid," Doris remarked with a 
giggle. 

Bill waded in after the two women and found the water surprisingly cold and 
bracing. Wading into deeper water, the three of them began swimming around 
in wide circles. 

"This is the life, isn't it?" Karen shouted at them. 

"Sure is," Bill agreed. 

After a few moments, the three of them returned to the shore and found a 
grassy clearing a few feet from the bank. Their bodies soaking wet and 
slippery, they once again began exploring the pleasures of three-way sex. 

As the foregoing example indicates, neighbor boys are frequent sexual 
targets of single women. The reasons, of course, are quite apparent. 
Neighbor boys are visible, pliant, sexually curious and contacts can be made 
with them without dangerous emotional entanglements. Moreover, single women 
who live in residential areas are often, for one reason or another, sexually 
deprived women who are on the make. For such women, neighbor boys are 
targets of opportunity. Since boys are notoriously unlikely to complain 
about such sexual contacts, a single woman has little to fear about 
aggressively pursuing her intended victim. 

The older woman-younger boy theme has received considerable publicity in 
recent years. The popular motion pictures The Graduate and The Last Picture 
Show are but two examples of the commercial exploitation of this theme. As a 
result, the general public now has a greater awareness of the existence of 
such relationships, and this can only lead to more such affairs. 

The following case history will provide another example of the single 
woman-young boy theme. 

CASE HISTORY 

Stephanie M. was an only child who was brought up by her parents under 
extremely close supervision. As a teenager, she was rarely permitted to date 
and then only under special circumstances. Her mother was quite outspoken 
about her old-fashioned sexual views and made every effort to indoctrinate 
Stephanie with her ideas. Although some girls would have rebelled against 
such an upbringing, Stephanie was a quiet and passive girl who wanted to 
please and was therefore unable to oppose her parents. As a result, she grew 
up with little sexual knowledge and no experience. 

After graduating from high school, Stephanie began attending a small 
teacher's college in her home town. She continued living at home with her 
parents and remained under their influences. However, things were beginning 
to change. In the first place, Stephanie had grown into an extremely 
attractive young woman. She was a honey blonde with a highly rounded, soft 
face and a figure that was quite appealing. Men began to notice her and she 
found the idea flattering. Despite some adverse comments from her parents, 
she began dressing in a manner designed to attract attention, often wearing 
tight sweaters and skirts that were fashionably short. 

In addition, the collegiate atmosphere she found herself in provided a 
marked contrast to her home background. Sex was openly discussed and with an 
emphasis on its pleasurable aspects. Some of her girl friends were living 
openly with their boyfriends, and others freely admitted having strongly 
physical affairs. As a result, Stephanie found her long suppressed curiosity 
about sex beginning to rise to the surface. She listened closely to her girl 
friend's conversations and began reading books about sex to catch up with 
her education. 

After finishing college, Stephanie accepted a position teaching high school 
in a small town located some distance from her parents' home. The new 
position gave her an excuse to move from home and escape her parents' 
influence. Stephanie found herself a small but comfortable studio apartment, 
and lost no time in deciding that she was going to enjoy some of the 
experiences that she had been missing for so long. 

Since the small town in which she was living was sadly lacking in eligible 
bachelors and she wished to avoid the complications of an affair with a 
married man, Stephanie began casting an appraising eye at some of the older 
pupils in the school where she was teaching. Some of the boys looked quite 
mature and it was readily apparent that they had not failed to notice their 
attractive new teacher. Knowing that it was up to her to take the 
initiative, Stephanie undertook the task of choosing her first conquest. 

After some deliberation, she chose a senior whose name was Roy. He was a 
quiet, rather shy boy whom she felt she could trust. She had caught him 
admiring her well-filled sweater and shapely legs on more than one occasion, 
and could see that he was quite interested in her. Moreover, he was having 
difficulty with one of his subjects and that would give her the excuse to do 
some private tutoring. 

It proved quite simple. When grading one of his papers, she simply wrote a 
note on it telling him that he could profit from some private instruction 
and that he could see her that evening in her apartment if he wished. She 
wrote down the address for him with the notation "7 P.M." after it. 

Although he made no attempt to confirm the appointment, Stephanie was not 
the least surprised that evening when her doorbell rang promptly at seven. 
The attractive young teacher was appropriately dressed for the occasion. Her 
honey blonde hair was tied in a single braid at the nape of her neck and her 
make up would have been considered extreme if worn in public. She was 
wearing her tightest white cashmere sweater, which left the outline of her 
black brassiere clearly visible beneath it. Her red skirt was short and 
tight-fitting and she was wearing her sheerest pair of black nylons, 
together with spike heeled patent leather pumps. 

"I'm so glad you came, Roy!" she said as she opened the door. "Come in." She 
could see the visible look of surprise on his face when he caught sight of 
her provocative outfit. 

"Okay," the young man managed. Unable to take his eyes from the attractive 
young teacher, he stepped inside and Stephanie closed the door behind him. 

"I see you brought your book," she told him. "Let's see, it would probably 
be easiest if we sat on the couch!" 

Roy sat down on the couch and Stephanie seated herself beside him. She 
deliberately made no effort to control her skirt and could see that the 
young man was more than a little distracted by the generous amount of nylon 
that suddenly came into view. Crossing her legs in an even more revealing 
fashion, Stephanie leaned back against the couch and smiled at him. 

"Now, let's see. Where were we?" she asked, taking the book from his hand. 

For the next few minutes, she went through the motions of tutoring her young 
pupil. At the same time, she deliberately made every effort to torment him 
as much as possible. Smiling at him in a teasing fashion and giving him 
promising looks with her eyes, she sat as close to him as she could. Without 
appearing obvious, she allowed her skirt to work up over the expanded tops 
of her sheer black nylons. It was readily apparent that the young man was 
nearly hypnotized by the sight of black stocking tops, garters and milk 
white thighs. 

It wasn't long before the young teacher could discern the visible results of 
her efforts. Roy's thin trousers were doing their best to contain what was 
obviously a powerful erection, and there was nothing the embarrassed young 
man could do to conceal the telltale lump. Although she tried to remain as 
calm as possible, Stephanie could feel her heart beginning to pound at the 
thought that she was sitting right next to a highly aroused young man. Even 
through his trousers it was apparent that he was quite a stud. 

"Perhaps that's enough studying for the evening," Stephanie suddenly 
announced, closing the book and casually tossing it aside. "I'm sure there's 
something else we could do!" 

Flashing a smile in his direction, she leaned back against the couch to 
permit him an unobstructed view of black stocking tops and bare thighs. 

"Well, what do you think?" she said in a teasing voice. "Any ideas?" 

Clasping his hand, she placed it on one breast. His hand squeezing her 
breast, Roy impulsively leaned forward and kissed her firmly on the mouth. 

"Mmmmm, that's more like it!" Stephanie told him. "But I bet you can do 
better than that!" 

As Roy leaned forward to kiss her again, Stephanie left her pretty mouth 
open in obvious invitation. Roy kissed her hard and their tongues met in a 
moist french kiss. As his hand explored her well-filled bra cups, Stephanie 
excitedly ran her hand down the front of his trousers to feel his erection. 
Feeling that pounding muscle sent waves of excitement racing through her. 

"Mmmmm, I just have to have it!" she told him. 

Becoming quite daring, the attractive young teacher slid to her knees 
between his legs. Obviously astonished, Roy said nothing as she quickly 
reached for his zipper. Her pretty face flushed with excitement, Stephanie 
eagerly pulled down the zipper and reached inside his fly. A moment later 
her soft hand was clasped about the thick but sleek masculine muscle and she 
pulled it out into the open. 

"Mmmmmm!" Stephanie exclaimed in a voice that mixed surprise and delight as 
she found herself staring at the rigidly upright, torpedo-shaped masculine 
spear. To her inexperienced eyes, the thick muscle seemed absolutely huge. 

The sight of it made her feel delightfully feminine and submissive, and she 
found herself almost licking her lips at the prospect of yielding to such a 
virile member. The young teacher leaned forward and impulsively planted a 
moist kiss on the large but velvety smooth crown. 

"Oh, it's so big!" she told him, squeezing it affectionately in one hand. "I 
just have to eat it!" 

Roy watched with obvious dismay as the attractive young teacher extended her 
tongue and began rolling it over the crown of his penis. Looking prettily 
flushed and obviously eager, Stephanie kept a firm grip on the thick trunk 
with one hand as she licked the sleek crown until it was glistening from her 
efforts. Unable to hold still, Roy began working his hips back and forth as 
he watched her pink tongue busily at work. 

"Tell me if you want me to stop!" Stephanie told him in a teasing voice. 

"Are you kidding?" Roy replied, his voice revealing his excitement. 

Stephanie flicked her tongue over the sensitive meatus. "I want to get it in 
my mouth just as far as I can!" she told him. "Clear to my throat!" 

Pausing to take in a deep breath, the excited young teacher opened her 
pretty mouth and slowly inserted the head of his rigidly erect penis between 
her lips. Roy's body stiffened noticeably as he suddenly felt the wet 
interior of her feminine mouth surrounding his throbbing member. Stephanie 
moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as she experienced the 
sensation of having her jaws pried far apart by a thick masculine cock. 
Taking her time, she slowly worked it deeply into her mouth and paused to 
become adjusted to it. 

Roy could hardly believe his eyes as he gazed at the comely young teacher 
kneeling in front of him with his magnificent young cock jammed deeply into 
her pretty mouth. With her red skirt drawn back to reveal black stocking 
tops and sleek white thighs and the outline of her black brassiere clearly 
visible under her white sweater, Stephanie made a lovely fellatrix. She was 
blushing prettily and it was readily apparent that she was eagerly looking 
forward to eating his masculine member. 

Keeping one hand around the sturdy base, Stephanie began moving her head up 
and down in his lap. Leaning back on the couch, Roy watched intently as his 
throbbing cock moved back and forth in her pretty mouth. Twisting her head 
from side to side, Stephanie allowed the head to push against the insides of 
her soft cheeks. Her mouth continually filled with saliva, forcing her to 
swallow audibly every few moments, but she was obviously determined not to 
stop. 

"Oh, this is great!" Roy told her. "I never thought you'd..." 

The excited young man was unable to continue. As Stephanie's blonde head 
moved back and forth in his lap with quicker movements, Roy began thrusting 
his pelvis back and forth in an energetic manner. Teased and tormented by 
her wet mouth and flicking tongue, he clasped both hands down over her 
blonde head to hold her in that position. 

"Mmmmm!" Stephanie moaned as Roy's rock hard cock plunged in nearly to her 
throat. The young teacher had never been so aroused. Unable to resist the 
temptation, she hooked one finger into her panties and began playing with 
herself. 

Roy's thrusting movements became more vigorous and he began maneuvering 
Stephanie's head in more forcefully. Gasping for breath and wriggling in 
feminine fashion, Stephanie made no attempt to escape the inevitable. It 
made her feel delightfully feminine and submissive to be handled in that 
fashion. Her finger tickling her sensitive clitoris, she shuddered with 
excitement and kept telling herself that nothing was more exciting than 
eating good hard cock. 

It was quite obvious that the well built teenager was rapidly losing all 
vestige of self-control, and Stephanie eagerly awaited his climax. Her 
finger pressing firmly against her clitoris, the attractive young teacher 
found herself experiencing a delightful orgasm just as Roy lifted himself 
right off the couch and erupted in her mouth. Gurgling and gasping with 
excitement, Stephanie shuddered convulsively as the thick warm fluid jetted 
into her mouth with voluminous spurts. 

It was a moment before Roy settled back down on the couch. Squirming 
prettily, Stephanie managed to keep his cock deep in her mouth as she 
swallowed his climax with audible gulps. Although she was quite breathless, 
she was content to let his slackening member soak for a few moments. 

"Mmmmmm, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," the young teacher 
remarked afterward. 

"I think it's my turn next," Roy told her. 

"Want to undress me?" Stephanie asked with an appealing smile. 

Roy quickly pulled her white sweater off over the top of her head, mussing 
her hair slightly and bringing her fully packed brassiere into view. The 
black material made a vivid contrast with her milk white flesh. Roy hastily 
reached behind her back and unsnapped the brassiere, pulling the straps from 
her shoulders and freeing her breasts from the cups. Blushing with a mixture 
of embarrassment and excitement, Stephanie could discern the look of 
pleasure on his face as he gazed at her ripe breasts. 

"Wow, you've really got a figure!" he told her. 

"Want to see some more?" Stephanie asked, smiling and making no effort to 
cover her breasts. 

The excited teenager quickly reached for the side of her skirt and 
unfastened it. Standing quietly in front of him, Stephanie watched as he 
pulled the skirt down to reveal tiny black panties with white lace trim and 
shapely legs enhanced by sheer black nylons. Roy lost no time hooking his 
fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulling them down to reveal a 
pretty triangle of light brown hair. In a moment, Stephanie was attired only 
in her garter belt and black nylons. 

"Why don't you get undressed too?" she suggested. Leaving on her garter belt 
and sheer stockings, the shapely young school teacher stretched out flat on 
her back on the couch. 

The teenager's eyes widened perceptibly as he gazed at the coral groove that 
was partially hidden by the fluffy brown hair. Blushing prettily, Stephanie 
opening her stockinged legs at a wide angle and lay waiting for him with a 
pleasantly expectant look on her face. Roy quickly stripped to his birthday 
suit and knelt on the couch at her feet. His bare flesh brushing against 
cobwebby nylons, he leaned forward with both hands extended. 

"Mmmmmm!" Stephanie moaned with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment as 
she felt the young man's fingertips brushing against the lips of her vulva. 

Sliding his fingers gently into the moist groove, Roy separated the outer 
folds and brought the moist pinkness of her interior into view. 

"Boy, you were just made to be eaten!" the husky teenager exclaimed, licking 
his lips as he gazed at the glistening feminine meat. 

"Go ahead! I can't wait any longer!" Stephanie told him in an insistent 
voice. 

His mouth partially open, the young man pressed his face firmly against the 
pink meat. 

"Oh! Oh!" Stephanie gasped as she suddenly felt masculine lips and tongue in 
contact with her pussy. "Oh, Roy, this is great!" 

His hands exploring her satiny buttocks and thighs, the excited teenager 
began tonguing her groove with energetic swipes of his tongue. Thoroughly 
tantalized by the intimate caresses, Stephanie wriggled and thrust her hips 
back and forth and excitedly ran her hands over her full breasts, leaving 
them taut with arousal. Feminine honey oozed from her interior in generous 
quantities, bathing Roy's face in a warm shower. 

"Oh, am I ever hot!" Stephanie cried out in a breathless voice. "Keep doing 
it! Just like that!" 

Throwing one stockinged leg over his back, the young teacher squirmed and 
thrust with movements that simulated intercourse. Roy's tongue probed deep 
inside her, tickling her clitoris and working up and down her wet slit. Each 
flick of his tongue produced a pleased gasp and wiggle from Stephanie, who 
was rapidly becoming breathless. 

"Oh, I love it!" she told him. "I feel like I'm on fire down there!" 

Roy suddenly drew back to a kneeling position. "I think you're about ready 
to be fucked now, teacher!" he told her in a determined voice. 

Stephanie caught a quick glimpse of his erection as he stretched out on top 
of her in a virile, commanding fashion. The tip of his rigid masculine spear 
brushed against wet pussy and sliced between the outer lips of her vulva. 
Wriggling excitedly under him, Stephanie could see that the young man was 
quite dismayed at finding her hymen intact. 

"Go ahead!" Stephanie urged. Knowing that it would hurt, the pretty young 
teacher bit her lip and braced herself for the thrust. 

Pausing for a moment, Roy thrust forward forcefully and Stephanie suddenly 
felt a tearing sensation deep inside her. There was a momentary stab of 
pain, but Stephanie quickly forgot about it as the thick masculine muscle 
began dilating the walls of her vagina. She had never imagined that the 
sensation of having her vaginal walls expanded in that manner could be so 
pleasant. In a moment their organs were fully united and Roy was lying on 
top of her in full command. 

"Oh, Roy, this is beautiful!" Stephanie exclaimed, her warm arms clasped 
around his back and her stockinged legs hooked about him. 

Resting on his knees and forearms, Roy began rocking back and forth with his 
bare chest continually scraping against her upright nipples. Experiencing 
that pumping sensation for the first time in her life, Stephanie was quite 
astonished that such basically simple movements could produce so much 
intense pleasure. Automatically and without really thinking about what she 
was doing, Stephanie began squirming and thrusting in response to Roy's 
movements. 

"Harder! Harder!" Stephanie demanded in a breathless voice. "Fuck me 
harder!" The young teacher hooked her arms and legs around him in a tighter 
grip. 

Roy began pumping with progressively faster movements. His hard young 
masculine body came down forcefully on top of her with each forward thrust, 
pinning her beneath him in a commanding fashion. Breathless and wriggling 
wildly under him, Stephanie felt delightfully feminine and excited. She had 
never realized that sex could be such a raw, purely physical experience. The 
forward thrusts of that powerful masculine shaft were almost painful at 
times, yet each such thrust made her gasp with pure animal-like pleasure. 

"Harder! Harder!" Stephanie insisted although she really wasn't sure she 
could stand much more of that pleasant punishment. 

Keeping her warm feminine body pinned firmly beneath him, Roy rocked back 
and forth with powerful, almost savage strokes that sent his rock hard cock 
penetrating the length of her vagina. Wriggling and clawing beneath him, 
Stephanie let herself go completely and thought of nothing but the intense 
pleasure she was experiencing. Slamming his weight down against her with one 
final thrust, Roy released his masculine fluids deep inside her. Her own 
climax was much more intense than she would have anticipated, and Stephanie 
found herself crying and shuddering with raw physical pleasure. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

DIVORCEES WHO PREFER BOYS 

Nick had just passed his fifteenth birthday when his widowed mother found it 
necessary to spend some time with relatives in a distant state. Since 
neither of them wanted the young teenager taken out of the school he had 
been attending, his mother made arrangements for him to stay next door at 
the home of her best friend, whose name was Audrey. There was nothing 
unusual in such an arrangement, for the two women had been neighbors and 
close friends for a number of years. And, at thirty-seven, Audrey was old 
enough to be Nick's mother. 

At first, Nick saw nothing out of the ordinary in the altered circumstances 
that found him temporarily living with his neighbor. Although he was a 
sexually precocious boy with an active interest in the opposite sex, the 
idea of having any type of affair with the older woman did not even enter 
his head. Instead, he was much distracted by the pretty upperclassmen in the 
high school he attended. Their nicely filled sweaters and tight skirts never 
failed to catch his attention, and he could hardly wait to experience some 
of the intriguing things he had read and heard about. 

But after a few days, he began to alter his perspective considerably. For it 
seemed that Audrey was quite unaware of his growing maturity and still 
considered him a mere child. So much so, in fact, that she did not hesitate 
to let him see her in various stages of undress. And, as Nick promptly 
discerned, the older woman possessed a figure that could easily compete with 
the young girls he saw at school. In fact, her buxom charms were easily 
superior to most of them. 

Nick's eyes nearly popped out the first morning he happened to pass by her 
room while she was getting ready to go to work. Wearing just a white 
brassiere and skirt, she was seated at her vanity table working with her 
attractive brown hair. Through the vanity mirror the inquisitive teenager 
caught a clear frontal view of her well filled and steeply pointed nylon 
lace bra. The stunning view made him stop dead in his tracks, although he 
knew he was staring at her. Although aware of his presence, Audrey seemed 
unaware of its effect on him and made no effort to cover herself. 

Quickly realizing the possibilities in store for him, Nick promptly took 
advantage of every opportunity he could to catch an intriguing similar 
scenes on subsequent mornings, and Nick often found excuses to go to her 
bedroom on one pretext or another. On more than one occasion he watched with 
fascination as she smoothed her full, shapely legs into sheer dark brown 
nylons and fastened them high on her tapering thighs to the tabs of her 
girdle or garter belt. 

There were similar scenes in the evenings and at other times. At times, Nick 
was so intrigued by what he saw that he promptly developed an erection that 
he was forced to conceal as best he could. And as might be expected, the 
erotically stimulating scenes led to somewhat frequent masturbation, often 
on a daily basis. Scenes of Audrey in some stage of undress usually 
predominated his masturbatory fantasies, even when he consciously tried to 
replace her with a girl more his own age. Of course, making any sexual 
overture to her was out of the question and the idea never entered his head. 

Audrey was genuinely surprised when she realized the effect she was having 
on the younger boy. At first, she simply assumed that his interest in her 
was some childish curiosity that would soon pass. However, one morning when 
she caught a glimpse of an obvious lump in his trousers as he watched her 
putting on her stockings, she quickly caught on otherwise. 

At first, she was a little shocked and somewhat irritated when she realized 
that she had unintentionally made herself a source of erotic stimulation for 
a young man who was apparently much more mature than she had realized. 
However, other thoughts quickly began to enter her mind despite her efforts 
to blot them out. 

Fifteen years earlier, Audrey had married a man several years older than 
herself. As was often the case in those days, Audrey was completely virginal 
at the time of her marriage and in fact was quite ignorant in matters 
sexual. And, as she later realized, her husband was not much better informed 
than she was although he apparently thought otherwise. But despite their 
lack of knowledge, their sex life was not entirely disappointing. 

Audrey soon found that she was a sexually responsive woman. She enjoyed her 
husband's intimate kisses and exploring hands and often wished that he would 
do even more to stimulate her. For her part, she enjoyed stroking his penis 
to a very firm erection and thought that she would not have minded taking it 
in her mouth had she dared. And when he got on top of her and rocked back 
and forth in that rhythmic manner, the sensations were highly pleasurable. 
Yet, at the same time, Audrey thought that she did not enjoy it as much as 
she might under different circumstances. 

After two years, the marriage suddenly broke up when her husband became 
interested in another woman. Audrey did not oppose the divorce although she 
felt hurt and humiliated that another woman had apparently proved more 
appealing. The experience also undermined her self-confidence to a 
considerable degree, and thereafter she refrained from emotional 
involvements with the opposite sex. There were a few flings with fellows she 
met at the office but their "slam-bam-thank you ma'am" approach to sex did 
not appeal to her, and she soon discontinued that type of activity. 

As a result, Audrey had been living a completely celibate life for several 
years when Nick began staying with her. When she realized the effect she was 
having on the young adolescent, her first impulse was to be much more 
careful about letting him see her under provocative attire. However, to her 
surprise she was not entirely successful about carrying out that resolution. 
After all, she told herself, it was a little flattering to have a young man 
looking at her in an interested fashion. The lack of confidence that always 
inhibited her around mature men did not bother her in the least, 
particularly when she realized that Nick was quite inexperienced and would 
not be in a position to compare her with other women. 

As a result, the 37-year-old divorcee began flirting with her young boarder. 
Whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would smile provocatively at 
him and move her body as close to his as she could without appearing too 
obvious. She also began wearing clothing designed to attract his attention, 
and would be deliberately careless about such things as letting her skirt 
hike up when he was around to observe. 

At first, she meant nothing and merely intended to amuse herself. It was 
always quite amusing when she realized that the young man had achieved an 
embarrassing erection while observing her. She could barely refrain from 
smiling at his embarrassed efforts to conceal the all too evident bulge in 
his trousers. However, in time other thoughts began to disturb her. Try as 
she might not to think about it, the fact that a sexually aroused young man 
was only a few feet away began to have its effect on her. She began thinking 
about it but only in a fantasy way that she did not associate with reality. 

One afternoon Nick was watching television in the living room when Audrey 
returned from a shopping trip. Putting her packages down, she sat down 
across from him to rest for a moment. Although he was absorbed in the 
sporting event being shown on the television set, Audrey noticed that the 
young man flashed a quick look in her direction when she failed to adjust 
her fashionably short skirt. Feeling in a playful mood, Audrey leaned back 
in her chair and decided to tease him a little. 

"What are you watching?" she asked in a pleasant voice. 

"Missouri's playing Notre Dame," he explained, taking another quick look at 
her. 

Audrey was always quite amused by the way he always tried to disguise the 
fact that he was trying to look up her skirt. "Oh?" she replied, "I'm sure 
that's quite important." Her tone of voice clearly implied that she felt 
quite otherwise. 

"Well, it is," Nick said, although he shrugged his shoulders to indicate 
that he wasn't going to put up much of an argument about it. 

A teasing smile on her face, Audrey crossed her legs with a wide arc and sat 
awaiting his reaction. It wasn't long before Nick was clearly dividing his 
attention between the game and her shapely legs. In a few moments, Audrey 
detected the slightly embarrassed flush on his face that betrayed the fact 
that he had achieved an erection. 

"You know, Nick," she told him in a bemused voice. "There are other things 
in life besides all those sports." To indicate what she had in mind, she 
swung her leg back and forth in a somewhat exaggerated fashion. 

"I know," Nick said, nodding his head in agreement. She could see that he 
was having considerable difficulty concentrating on the game. 

"I'd think you would pursue those interests as aggressively as you go in for 
sports," Audrey told him. 

Their eyes met and the older woman instantly regretted that she has phrased 
it exactly that way. 

"Oh?" Nick looked at her with obvious surprise. 

Feeling a little silly, Audrey pulled her skirt down and felt her face 
becoming quite flushed. To her dismay, Nick promptly got up and the firm 
bulge in his trousers was quite evident as he started walking over to her. 

"Now, Nick, I didn't mean it quite that way," Audrey protested, squirming a 
little uncomfortably in her seat. 

Nick sat down beside her on the couch and suddenly reached out, cupping her 
breast through her thin blouse and bra. 

"Nick!" Audrey gasped. She wanted to push him away and slap his face, but 
something stopped her. She felt powerless to stop him as he felt her breasts 
with his exploring fingers. He seemed much stronger than she had imagined 
and she quickly realized that he could probably overpower her if he wanted 
to do so. "Nick, stop! I was just teasing!" 

"You sure were!" he told her. "Feel that!" Before she realized what he was 
doing, the eager young man grabbed her hand and placed it down over the firm 
bulge in his pants. 

"Nick!" Audrey exclaimed. She started to protest but her resistance abruptly 
melted the instant she felt that throbbing young muscle pressing against the 
front of his trousers. A sudden warmth surged through her body and she knew 
that she just had to have that firm young penis deep inside her. To no 
avail, she told herself that it was simply insane to get in bed with a 
fifteen-year-old boy. 

"Sure you don't want it?" Nick asked in a confident voice when he saw that 
the older woman could not take her hand away from his erection. 

"Oh, Nick, I want it all right!" Audrey confessed, her cheeks scarlet. 
Squeezing his erect penis in a tight grip, she impulsively kissed him hard 
on the mouth. "But let's go in the bedroom first!" 

The two of them quickly retreated to Audrey's large bedroom. Slipping his 
arms around her waist, Nick pulled her to him and kissed her firmly on the 
lips. Although he was a little clumsy, his eagerness and aggressiveness both 
surprised and delighted her. Her mouth open, she pressed herself close to 
him so that he could feel her breasts against him. 

"Let's take off our clothes!" Audrey suggested. 

Nick undressed much more quickly than she did and in a moment the young man 
was standing nude in front of her. His body was slim and firmly muscular and 
his young penis was standing firmly upright. Audrey felt pleasantly weak in 
the knees as she gazed at the firm masculine spear, and could barely resist 
a sudden desire to bend over and put it right in her mouth. 

"Hurry up!" Nick urged, watching intently as Audrey pulled off her slip to 
reveal a firmly packed white brassiere, matching panties, garter belt and 
tan hose. 

"Just a second!" Audrey told him, sitting down to remove her stockings. 

She could feel the young man's eyes watching every move as she took off her 
nylons and then reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Hesitating a 
moment to tease him a little, she peeled the garment away and made no effort 
to cover herself. Nick's eyes widened with pleasure when he caught sight of 
the full dimensions of her heavy but nicely firm breasts. 

Standing up, Audrey stripped down her panties and kicked them off. She had 
always been a little proud of the heavy, almost shaggy, growth of rich brown 
hair between her legs; and she felt pleasantly elated when she saw the young 
man's eyes fastened intently on the intriguing triangle. She could see him 
licking his lips and wondered if she dare ask him the question she really 
wanted to ask. 

Nick pulled her close to him and their bare bodies came into contact as he 
kissed her hard on the mouth. Audrey wriggled against him, her nipples 
pressing against his chest while his erect penis scraped against her bare 
flesh with electrifying effect. 

"Nick, would you mind doing me a favor?" Audrey asked. "A real big favor." 

"Sure," the eager teenager replied quickly. "What?" 

"Kiss me all over!" Audrey told him, rubbing her breasts against him to make 
the task seem all the more tantalizing to him. 

"Okay," Nick seemed only to pleased to comply with the request. 

Audrey quickly stretched out on the bed, opening her legs in obvious 
invitation. Nick jumped on the bed at her side and lost no time burying his 
face in her plump breasts. 

"Oh!" Audrey exclaimed. "Oh! You don't know how exciting that is for a 
woman!" 

Her cheeks hotly flushed, the attractive older woman arched her back and 
writhed with pleasure as the young man sucked and nibbled on her breasts and 
nipples. The two heavy mounds quickly became taut with excitement, and 
Audrey dug her fingers into the bedspread as she found herself becoming 
highly aroused. 

"That's the way!" she told him. "Oh, I love it, Nick!" 

The eager teenager began moving his head downward, covering her soft flesh 
with firm kisses. Her heart pounding at the thought of what was about to 
happen, Audrey bit her lip and found it impossible to keep from thrusting 
her hips back and forth. Nick's hand began caressing her inner thighs and 
lightly brushing against the brunette foliage at the apex of her thighs. 

"Go ahead, Nick! Please!" Audrey spoke in an urgent voice. "Don't make me 
wait!" 

Moving his face down closer to the brunette triangle, Nick slid an exploring 
finger into the pink groove. Her shapely legs well apart, Audrey was tense 
with expectation. She could see the young boy visually inspecting her 
feminine charms with obvious curiosity. 

"Go on!" she told him. "I'd just love it if you'd kiss me all over down 
there!" 

Moistening his lips with his tongue, Nick hesitated for a moment and Audrey 
watched as the well built teenager buried his face in her brunette delta. A 
few moments later, the shapely divorcee felt his lips and tongue pressing 
against her vulva. 

"Oh, Nick, that's wonderful!" she told him. "Go on! Don't stop!" 

Pressing his face tightly against the heavy growth of dark brown hair, the 
excited teenager began working his tongue up and down inside the pink 
groove. The sudden wetness that quickly engulfed him clearly surprised him, 
and in a few moments the young man found himself swimming in wet, sticky 
pussy. Pumping her hips back and forth and squeezing her thighs against his 
head, Audrey writhed with sensual pleasure. Her cheeks were hotly flushed 
and her nipples were standing taut. 

"Oh, Nick, you're sending me up to heaven!" the attractive older woman told 
him. 

Unable to see what he was doing and having very little idea of how to 
proceed, the young man moved his tongue up and down inside the wet pink 
groove. As his tongue brushed against her clitoris, Audrey shuddered 
convulsively and suddenly grasped at his head with both hands. 

"Like that! Like that!" she insisted. "There! Just like that!" 

Drinking in her feminine fluids, the eager young man began concentrating on 
her clitoris. Audrey's ecstatic response astonished him and her loud gasps 
of intense excitement spurred him to even greater efforts. 

"Oh, I've never felt anything like this before ! " Audrey assured him. "Oh, 
this is wild!" 

Tickling her clitoris and trying to get his tongue inside her just as far as 
he could, Nick found his head tightly trapped between the older woman's 
smooth but strong thighs. His face bathed in warm feminine fluids, he 
quickly became quite breathless. 

"Nick, get on top of me!" Audrey suddenly urged him. "I'm just dying for 
it!" 

Still having some difficulty believing that it was all really happening, the 
excited fifteen-year-old crawled on top of the older woman. Her shapely legs 
spread to accommodate him, Audrey wasted no time in slipping a hand under 
him to direct his stiff young penis into her waiting orifice. Their organs 
slid together with a perfect fit and Nick caught his breath sharply as he 
suddenly experienced for the first time the exquisite pleasure of a warm, 
wet vagina tightly surrounding his stiff cock. 

"Oh, Nick, I love it!" Audrey exclaimed. "Really give it to me!" 

Without pausing to think about what he was doing, the eager teenager began 
rocking back and forth on top of the attractive divorcee. Thoroughly aroused 
by the oral foreplay, Audrey responded with ecstatic thrusts of her pelvis. 
Her arms and legs held the young man in a warm embrace, forcing his weight 
down on her. 

"More! More!" Audrey begged, biting and nipping at his shoulders and bare 
chest to spur him on. "Yes, that's it! I'm just burning up!" 

Gliding back and forth with progressively quicker strokes, Nick was soon 
fighting to hold himself off to the last possible second. Responding to each 
forward thrust with a loud gasp of erotic pleasure, Audrey wriggled and 
arched her back in total sexual abandonment. She had never felt so aroused 
before and her entire body felt unbelievably hot and tingly with sensations 
she had never experienced before. 

"Mmmmm, Nick, I'm in heaven!" she exclaimed in a distraught voice. "More! 
More!" 

Stroking and pumping as hard as he could, Nick quickly found himself losing 
the struggle to control himself. Letting himself go completely, he thrust 
forward with all his might and sent his masculine fluids erupting inside her 
with a warm gush. Clawing wildly at him with her fingernails, Audrey found 
herself climaxing like a string of fireworks going off. The attractive older 
woman could hardly believe that she was capable of such a sustained and 
intense reaction. 

"Keep it in me, Nickie," she breathlessly told him afterward. "Oh, that was 
wonderful!" 

Resting with his weight lightly against her, the elated fifteen-year-old 
tried to catch his breath. Feeling thoroughly contented, Audrey kept her 
arms and legs wrapped around him in a light embrace as she tried to recover 
her composure somewhat. She was still slightly flushed and a little 
breathless when the two of them finally separated. 

"Mmmmmm, a cool shower'd feel real good now," Audrey suggested. "How about 
it? Let's do it together!" 

"Okay," Nick quickly agreed. 

Both of then were in a pleasantly expectant mood as they went into the 
bathroom. Audrey grabbed a bar of bath soap as Nick stepped in the tub and 
turned on the water. 

"Hey, not so cold!" Audrey exclaimed as she stepped in the tub with him. 

After a few moments, Nick managed to adjust the spray to make it more 
tolerable. The two of them took turns standing under the water, soaping 
themselves and then rinsing off. 

"This is great, isn't it?" Audrey exclaimed, smiling at her teenage 
companion. 

"Sure is," Nick agreed, unable to take his eyes off of the attractive older 
woman. Standing nude and soaking wet, she looked even more attractive with 
the water splashing against her bare flesh. 

"Don't you think water is sexy?" Audrey asked, reaching out with one hand 
and playfully clasping his limp penis. 

"Right!" Nick agreed, unable to resist the temptation to fondle her firm 
breasts as she stood only inches away from him. 

Acting on a sudden impulse, Audrey dropped to one knee and slipped her mouth 
down over the head of his young cock. Stroking it with one hand, she began 
sucking on it in a relaxed, contented manner. Thoroughly astonished by his 
sudden introduction to the pleasure of fellatio, Nick quickly achieved a 
pulsating and highly pleasant erection. Her brunette hair soaked by the warm 
spray from the shower, Audrey tantalized him thoroughly with her mouth and 
tongue before straightening up. 

"Let's do it right here in the shower!" she told him, slipping her arms 
around his waist and pulling him against her. 

As the muscular young man leaned against her, Audrey braced herself against 
one wall and opened her thighs to allow him access. As the shower water 
continued to spray over them, Nick's firmly erect young penis slid into her 
pink tunnel. Her legs hooked around him, Audrey responded with feminine 
gasps and wriggles as he began pumping back and forth with vigorous thrusts. 
Their wet bodies tightly pressed together, the two of them pumped and thrust 
to a mutual pleasant climax. 

The foregoing example illustrates the mutual sexual attraction that often 
exists between divorced women and young boys. As with Audrey, divorcees are 
often women who have had unsatisfactory sexual experiences. In some cases, 
they accordingly lack the confidence to deal with adult partners and prefer 
to experiment with younger and less experienced males. In other cases, they 
often feel that their ex-husbands did not employ the proper techniques to 
stimulate them, and as a result they seek experiences with younger, more 
tractable males. 

For different reasons, young boys are often attracted to divorced women. In 
popular mythology, divorcees are considered sexually available women whose 
prior experiences make them much more accessible than other unmarried women. 
In fact, traditionally divorcees were often thought of as "loose" women who 
were oversexed. Although such ideas are of course fallacious, the popular 
myth still persists in some communities and as a result young men will often 
seek experiences with divorcees that they would avoid with virgins or other 
sexually pure women. The following case histories illustrate relationships 
between divorcees and young boys. 

CASE HISTORY 

Miriam L. is a 41-year-old divorcee who lives in a small town. She has been 
divorced for three years and works as a secretary at the local bank. She 
lives alone in the home which she acquired as part of her divorce 
settlement. A brunette with an attractive figure, she looks and dresses in a 
youthful manner that leaves most people unaware of her true age. In the 
following report, Miriam describes her experiences : 

In our community, a lot of people still think of divorcees as sort of fast 
women who are easy to make. However, I'm not the type of person who worries 
about that sort of thing. Besides, I figure that if I'm going to have the 
reputation, I might as well have the fun. The only problem with that around 
here is that there is no surplus of men in this neighborhood. However, as 
far as I'm concerned, that only calls for a more innovative approach to the 
whole subject. 

That's where the family who lives next door comes in. They moved in a couple 
of years ago shortly after my divorce. Since they were not around while my 
divorce was pending and were not aware of all the talk that went around 
town, we became good friends. There were four children in the family 
including two boys, Brad, 17 and Steve, 15. Both of them were nicely built 
young men who often went around in T-shirts that displayed their broad 
shoulders and muscular arms. 

I don't exactly know when the idea of seducing the boys first occurred to 
me. Under different circumstances, I don't suppose it would have occurred at 
all. By that, I mean that if there had been an older man available in the 
neighborhood I probably would never have become interested in the boys. 
However, the boys were right next door and I soon got to thinking about it. 
They often wore those skintight jeans that left little to the imagination, 
and I must admit I often got a little itchy when I caught sight of one or 
both of them and started thinking about those nice young cocks that were 
undoubtedly just waiting to spring into action. 

I started flirting with them and making sure that they noticed me. I kept up 
my appearance and dressed in a manner designed to catch their attention. For 
example, the family often invited me over for their backyard barbecues and I 
would show up in a tight sweater and short shorts. In addition, I was 
deliberately careless about pulling the shades around the house and I know 
there were times when they got an eyeful. 

I seduced Steve first. This occurred after one of their Sunday afternoon 
barbecues. I suppose I might have preferred his older brother, but Brad had 
taken off with some other boys on a motorcycle adventure. The weather was 
pleasantly warm and I showed up at the barbecue wearing a light sweater that 
left the outline of my bra on display, together with a pair of white shorts 
of the type that are today called hot pants. Steve was wearing a T-shirt and 
tight jeans that must have been more than a little uncomfortable. 

I could see that he was aware of my presence, but then I was giving him the 
eye too. He was really poured into those jeans and I could clearly see the 
outline of what I liked best. As usual, I started getting a little itchy but 
this time it bothered me much more than usual. Before long, I was discreetly 
flirting with him as much as I could with the others present, and tried my 
best with my eyes to tell him that I was available. 

When we had finished eating, I asked him if he would mind stopping over at 
my plaee to help me move some furniture. Although he didn't make any 
comment, I'm sure that he suspected that that was only a pretext. At any 
rate, he was only too willing to accompany me to my house. The minute I got 
alone with him, I couldn't think of anything but getting that young cock of 
his in my hands. The very idea made my face feel highly flushed and I felt 
nicely warm between the legs. 

Pulling out a kitchen chair, I told him I wanted to do something nice for 
him and directed him to sit down. He looked a little puzzled but quickly 
seated himself. Pulling his knees apart, I simply dropped to my knees 
between his legs and reached for his fly! He was clearly stunned by my 
boldness but I could see that he wasn't going to stop me. It took me only a 
moment to get his jeans open and I promptly discovered that he wasn't 
wearing any shorts. 

Freed from the confines of those tight jeans, his young cock stood straight 
up and up! Wow! I started getting creamy the instant I saw it standing up 
nice and hard right in front of me. I suppose I had been a little naive 
about such things, but I hadn't realized that a boy this age would be that 
well developed. He had a beautiful hunk of meat, long and thick and there 
was obviously a lot of power behind it. 

Clasping it in one hand and squeezing it just as hard as I could, I leaned 
forward and impulsively placed a moist kiss right on that big crown. I could 
hear his pleased gasp and could tell that he was watching me with a mixture 
of pleasure and astonishment. Telling him how much I loved it and wanted to 
do things for him, I started giving that sleek piece of masculine meat the 
lollipop treatment with my tongue. Of course, he loved it and so did I. I 
soon had him squirming nicely in his seat and it wasn't long before his cock 
was gleaming from the effects of my tongue. 

Just to tease him, I told him how much I wanted to eat it and asked him if 
he objected. Of course, he almost begged me to go ahead. Moistening my lips 
with my tongue, I opened my mouth and started working it down over that big 
crown. I hadn't really realized how big it was until I started trying to get 
it into my mouth. Gee, did I ever have a mouthful! While I worked it in as 
far as I could, he of course got quite excited and kept telling me how great 
it was and that sort of thing. 

I started sucking on it and it didn't take me long to see that that young 
man wasn't going to hold out forever. Catching his breath with audible 
gasps, he was jerking his pelvis back and forth and obviously fighting to 
hold himself back. Flicking with my tongue and using every trick I could to 
tantalize him, I kept sucking just as hard as I could and paused only 
occasionally to swallow. I felt hot between the legs and could not refrain 
from rubbing the front of my shorts with my hand to make things more 
interesting for me. 

When he came right up off the seat of his chair, I knew what was happening 
and tried to brace myself. Oh, did he ever give me a blast! Thick semen 
started splashing into my mouth with one surge after another, and there were 
moments when I didn't think I could handle a load like that. Before he 
settled back down on his chair again, I can tell you that I was one woman 
with a real mouthful of masculine cream! 

As soon as I got myself under control afterwards, I suggested that we go 
into the bedroom. On the way I hinted that I hoped he would return the favor 
I had done him, and he seemed only too eager to comply. In the bedroom, we 
both peeled off our clothes in nothing flat and I stretched out on the bed 
with my knees up and legs apart. From the way he jumped on the bed and dived 
between my legs, you'd think he'd never seen a woman's beaver before! 

He started licking me all over down there and, although I don't think he 
really had any idea of what he was doing, he more than made up for it with 
his enthusiasm. Of course, I loved it and it was only a moment before my 
pussy started feeling hot and creamy. He was running his hands up and down 
my breasts and all over, and I was twisting and squirming all over the bed. 

Although I loved what he was doing, I started hinting about how he might use 
his fingers to open me up so that he could really get inside me. He eagerly 
followed my instructions and his fingertips soon had my vulva lips spread 
nicely apart. The sight of all that pink meat really drove him wild, and he 
promptly buried his face right in it and went to work with his tongue. Of 
course, getting that tonguing right on my clit really sent the electricity 
coursing through me. I could only take it for a few moments before I knew I 
wanted more than just his tongue down there. 

By this time he had developed another erection, and he quickly stretched out 
on top of me. I helped him get started and then hooked my arms and legs 
around him as I felt that nice hard meat slicking between the walls of my 
vagina. He started gliding and rocking back and forth with firm, muscular 
thrusts that soon left me quaking with excitement. I tossed and thrust my 
hips every way I could think of, and I could constantly feel the heat 
building in my pussy. In a few moments I was totally aflame and was just 
begging him to shove it to me harder and harder. He kept jamming and 
slamming it to me and finally we both exploded together. 

After that initial experience, Steve of course was quite interested in 
coming over to my place any time he got the chance. During the next few 
weeks, we tried everything together. There were times when we went all the 
way with oral sex, sixty-nines, intercourse and so on. At other times, it 
was much less involved. Perhaps I would give him just a quick hand job. When 
visiting at their place, sometimes I would sneak off with him for a hand 
job. Having others around who might catch us seemed to make it all the more 
interesting and exciting. It was all very casual and highly pleasant for the 
two of us. 

Having seduced Steve, I couldn't wait for the opportunity to do the same 
thing with Brad who was older and even more developed than his kid brother. 
I think that Brad suspected that something was going on between the two of 
us, because I noticed that he suddenly began paying much more attention to 
me than he had in the past. And it wasn't long before that gave me the 
chance I was waiting for. 

One afternoon when I was walking home from the bank after work, Brad passed 
by in the old car he had recently picked up second hand. When I waved at 
him, he stopped and offered me a ride although it was only a short distance 
home. The moment I got in and saw him sitting there in those tight jeans 
without shorts (Steve had told me that they never wore shorts under their 
jeans, an idea I found very sexy), I decided that it was time for me to make 
my move. Pretending that I was just making myself comfortable, I leaned back 
with my skirt hiked way up and suggested that I would really enjoy going for 
a ride in his new car. 

He quickly drove out of town and we found ourselves out in the countryside. 
Making no effort to keep my skirt under control, I kept teasing him and 
making suggestive remarks designed to let him know exactly what I had in 
mind. He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road and it wasn't long 
before I could see that the front of his jeans was coming under some 
pressure. 

I was about to suggest that we pull off the road, but instead just 
impulsively stretched out with my head in his lap and started opening up his 
jeans for him. In a moment, I found myself looking at one beautifully long 
and stiff cock. Oh, was he ever built! My mouth started watering and I 
couldn't wait to go to work on it, although I was a little afraid that it 
might cause a wreck. 

Clasping it firmly in one hand, I twirled my tongue over the head and began 
nibbling on it with my lips. He quickly pulled the car off the road and 
leaned back to thoroughly enjoy what I was doing for him. I quickly saw that 
he had some experience because he had considerable self-control although his 
cock was as hard as a brick. Realizing that I was really going to have to do 
some work to get what I was after, I made myself comfortable in his lap and 
proceeded. 

Stroking with one hand, I slipped the head inside my mouth and began sucking 
on it. After I got started he worked one hand between my legs up over my 
stockings and between my thighs. My girdle sort of got in his way, but he 
did the best he could and his fingers soon had me nice and creamy. Of 
course, that spurred me on and I got that big thing in my mouth just as far 
as I could. At times, I was afraid I was going to choke but I started 
sucking with long, deep thrusts that made it seem like I was being fucked 
right in the mouth. 

He managed to hold himself back quite well at first, but in time I could 
feel him beginning to respond with noticeable jerks. That made me work all 
the harder and before long I could hear his pleased gasps as he thrust back 
and forth with quick, rather jerky movements. Finally, he just couldn't take 
it any more and I found myself with a nice mouthful of semen. I managed to 
swallow it all and wound up licking him clean. 

When he drove me home afterwards, I invited him inside and we promptly 
retired to the bedroom. We quickly stripped off our clothes and jumped in 
bed together. It didn't take him long to achieve another pulsing hard-on, 
and of course I was just dripping with excitement. Getting on top of me and 
pinning me down in a really masterful fashion, he proceeded to give me a 
long, deliciously hot fuck that left me totally exhausted. 

After that, of course, he started coming around to the house as much as 
Steve and with the same results. The two of them were around so frequently 
that it was inevitable that one of them would walk in on the other two of 
us. This happened one afternoon when Brad walked in without knocking and 
caught me and Steve in our birthday suits right in the living room. I'd just 
been waiting for that to happen and lost no time inviting Brad to get 
undressed and join us. He quickly obliged and I soon found myself with two 
rock-hard teenage cocks on my hands! 

Grabbing them both, I escorted them into the bedroom. At my invitation, 
Steve stretched out supine on the bed while I knelt between his legs to 
fellate him. At the same time, Brad knelt behind me and started giving it to 
me dog-fashion. Wow, getting two cocks simultaneously was something else! 
Brad was really putting it to me from the rear, while I got Steve's peter 
just as far inside my mouth as I could and started sucking like crazy. In a 
few moments, I found myself enjoying my first double-creaming! 

After we paused to catch our breath for a few minutes, the fellows traded 
places. This time Brad stretched out on his back, while I knelt and started 
using my hands and mouth to give him another hard-on. Steve got behind me 
and right then and there I got my introduction to anal sex! Fingerfucking me 
with both hands, he really impaled me on that stiff joystick of his. Of 
course, that made me squirm almost frantically and I'm sure I would have 
screamed if my mouth hadn't been so full with Brad's hard cock. Needless to 
say, my second double-creaming wasn't long in coming. 

In the past two years, there have been numerous repetitions of that sort of 
thing. The fellows never seem to get enough of it and continually drop in 
both individually and in pairs for some fun and games. One might think that 
a 41-year-old woman would get enough of this after awhile, but I certainly 
don't feel that way. 

CASE HISTORY 

Her divorce at the age of thirty-four left Emily C. with a bad taste in her 
mouth as far as the opposite sex was concerned. She moved from the small 
community where she had lived most of her life and took an apartment on the 
near north side of Chicago, where she supported herself by becoming a 
secretary. To supplement her income, she accepted jobs as a babysitter and 
also gave music lessons. 

Although she was still an attractive woman whom men noticed, she was 
convinced that she was through with men. After several months without 
meaningful emotional involvements of any time, Emily began a Lesbian affair 
with a younger woman. The young woman was quite experienced and soon taught 
her the physical gratification that could be achieved by cunnilingus 
prolonged to the point of clitoral orgasm. To her surprise, Emily found that 
her climax was much more intense when achieved in this fashion. 

As a result, she decided that she was in fact a Lesbian and decided to 
behave accordingly. However, after a few months she found herself quite 
disillusioned by the experience. Her partner was the possessive, jealous 
type and there were constant quarrels with bitter recriminations. After 
taking it as long as she could, Emily broke up with the younger woman and 
moved to a different neighborhood to get away from her. 

The building into which she moved was a typical Chicago apartment building 
containing four units, two on the ground floor and two on the second floor. 
Emily's apartment was on the second floor opposite from a couple her own age 
who had one child, a boy of twelve whose name was Dennis. 

The young boy was quite friendly and continually volunteered to perform 
various chores for Emily. Although she was a little hesitant at first, Emily 
quickly became friends with the boy. When his parents learned that she 
wouldn't mind staying with him when they went out, she became their 
babysitter and began spending numerous evenings with Dennis. The two of them 
often watched television together and there were times when she helped him 
with his lessons. 

In time, Emily found herself feeling a strong attraction for the young boy. 
From the way he looked at her, she could see that he found her attractive 
and was quite curious about the opposite sex. Although she knew she should 
try to suppress such thoughts, she began thinking about having an affair 
with him. She recalled the pleasures her Lesbian friend had taught her and 
realized that the young boy could easily be taught the same techniques. 
Despite her efforts to sublimate such ideas, she found herself thinking 
about them almost constantly in an obsessional manner. 

One evening when she was staying with Dennis, Emily realized that she could 
no longer resist the idea of seducing him. The two of them were watching 
television together on the couch, and Emily made a point of sitting much 
closer to him than usual. She had been shopping earlier and was still 
wearing her best dress and nylon hose although it was a warm day. Pretending 
to be simply careless, she crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs several 
times without making any attempt to pull her skirt down. It wasn't long 
before she could see that the immature but curious young boy was quite 
fascinated by the sight of expanded dark nylon stocking tops, garters and 
bare thighs only inches away from him. 

"What's the matter, Dennis?" Emily asked in a voice that feigned innocence. 

"What do you mean?" he asked in genuine surprise. 

Emily looked closely at him. "You keep looking at me," she told him. "Is 
there something wrong?" 

"No," Dennis hastily replied. He quickly became flushed and looked slightly 
embarrassed. "Are you sure?" Emily persisted. "Yes," Dennis insisted. 

Emily paused for a moment. "Dennis, would you mind answering a question for 
me?" she asked. 

"I guess not," he replied. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, watching him closely. 

"Yes," the young boy readily admitted, taking a quick glance at her exposed 
stocking tops and bare thighs. 

Taking his hand, Emily placed it on her thigh just above her knee. The young 
boy swallowed hard and she could feel his fingers exploring her thigh 
through her stocking. 

"Do you like that?" Emily asked. Her face was slightly flushed and she felt 
pleasantly excited at the thought of seducing the young boy. 

"Yes," Dennis admitted. Although he kept his hand in place, he looked quite 
uncertain and apparently seemed to think that he would be abruptly stopped 
and punished at any moment. 

"Go ahead if you like!" Emily told him. "Don't worry, I won't stop you!" 

The older woman watched closely as he somewhat tentatively began working his 
hand up her thigh, his fingers pressing against the resilient flesh under 
her stocking. His face became quite flushed and Emily could see that he was 
highly pleased by the unusual treat she was affording him. The young boy 
worked his way up to the top of her stocking, hesitated a moment and then 
allowed his hand to rest against her warm smooth thigh. 

"Would you like to pull my dress up a little, Dennis?" Emily asked in a 
deliberate understated voice. 

The young boy's face lit up with obvious delight. "Okay," he quickly agreed. 

Grasping the hem of her dress with both hands, Dennis began pulling it up 
quite gradually. His eyes widening with pleasure as more and more tapering 
white thigh came into view, the young boy seemed visibly excited by the 
sights he was seeing. He finally stopped pulling up her dress, apparently 
fearing that he might spoil a good thing. 

Emily smiled at him in a promising manner. "Would you like to see my 
panties, Dennis?" she asked. 

The young man swallowed hard. "Sure," he admitted, quickly reaching for the 
hem of her dress once again. 

As he began pulling upward, Emily lifted herself from the couch to make the 
job easier for him. In a few moments, her snug-fitting white nylon panties 
were on full display and Emily found herself blushing with a combination of 
embarrassment and excitement. Dennis could not resist the temptation to 
touch her panties, his young fingers exploring the silken material with 
obvious delight. 

"Do you know what a woman looks like?" Emily asked him. 

"No," he quickly admitted. 

"If I showed you, it would have to be a secret between us," she told him. 
"Understand?" 

"Yes," he quickly replied. 

"Promise to keep it a secret?" Emily asked. 

"Sure!" he assured her. 

"Would you like to take my panties off for me, then?" Emily asked although 
the answer was a foregone conclusion. 

For a moment, Dennis looked as if he could hardly believe his ears. 
Apparently unable to reply, he simply nodded. 

"Well, go ahead!" Emily told him. 

Looking as if he were positive that she would stop him at any moment, Dennis 
reached for the waistband of her panties with both hands. Holding her dress 
back with her own hands, Emily lifted herself an inch or so off the couch to 
assist him. She could see the look of total delight that came over his face 
as he pulled her panties down and caught his first glimpse of the heavy 
triangle of jet black hair. 

"Take your time!" Emily told him with a smile. 

The eager young boy hastily pulled her panties down her legs and dropped to 
one knee to extricate them from her feet. Keeping her dress pulled back 
nearly to the waist, Emily leaned back on the couch with her stockinged legs 
apart to give him a full view of the pink groove that lay in the center of 
the black triangle. The young boy seemed almost overwhelmed as he gazed at 
fully exposed feminine charms for the first time in his life. Apparently 
almost hypnotized by the sight, he stared intently at the inviting display. 

"Why don't you kneel between my legs if you'd like a closer look?" Emily 
suggested in a quiet voice. 

"Okay," Dennis agreed. 

The young man quickly dropped to both knees between her outstretched thighs 
and began examining the visual delights at much closer range. Emily spread 
her shapely legs even farther apart, making sure that nothing was concealed 
from his vision. Anticipating the pleasures to come, the older woman watched 
her young pupil in a confident manner. 

"Would you like to kiss me down there, Dennis?" she asked in an inviting 
voice. 

Dennis gulped. "Y-yes!" he stammered, obviously highly intrigued by the 
idea. 

"Well, go ahead!" Emily told him. 

The attractive divorcee watched closely as the young boy slowly pressed his 
face into the delta of jet black hair. A moment later, she felt his lips 
planting a light kiss on the outer folds of her vulva. 

"That's right," she told him in an encouraging voice. "Why don't you kiss me 
all over down there?" 

Dennis promptly accepted the invitation and eagerly began kissing up and 
down the full length of her groove. Emily quickly began feeling pleasantly 
warm and creamy between the legs, and lay back on the couch to thoroughly 
enjoy the intimate caresses. 

"Why don't you use your tongue?" she suggested, drawing her stockinged legs 
back to make herself more accessible. 

A moment later she felt the young boy's extended tongue pressing against the 
moist folds of her vulva. 

"Oh, that's nice, Dennis!" she told him in an encouraging voice. "A woman 
really loves to be licked down there." 

Dennis' exploring tongue began moving up and down her groove, producing a 
liberal amount of moisture. Feeling pleasantly teased by his flicking 
tongue, Emily began moving her pelvis back and forth in response. Her entire 
body began to feel a warm glow, and she was pleased to see that the young 
boy was obviously eager to follow her instructions. 

"See how wet I am?" Emily asked. "When a woman gets all wet like that, it's 
a sign she loves it!" 

His face tightly pressed against her feminine nest, Dennis continued working 
his tongue up and down the pink cleft. 

"Why don't you try to get your tongue clear inside me?" Emily suggested. "It 
might not be easy the first time but you'll catch on!" 

The young boy tried but his inexperience proved a handicap. 

"Here, let me show you," Emily told him. Reaching down with both hands, she 
slipped her fingertips inside her vulva and pulled the outer lips apart. She 
could see the look of absolute delight on the young boy's face as he gazed 
at the lushly pink meat that suddenly confronted him. 

Without waiting to be told, Dennis excitedly pressed his face against the 
moist interior. 

"Oh, that's the way!" Emily suddenly exclaimed in an excited voice as she 
felt his tongue tickling her clitoris. 

Dennis' slim young fingers quickly replaced hers and, holding the outer lips 
apart, the eager young boy began tonguing the highly sensitive interior. 
Emily's intense reaction must have astonished the inexperienced youngster. 
Thrusting her hips back and forth with quick, jerky movements, the older 
woman began moaning and gasping with passionate sexual arousal. Feminine 
honey bathed his face and her entire body seemed to shudder. 

"Oh, that's wonderful! Oh! Ooh! Don't stop!" Emily continually urged him on. 
"Oh, my! Oh! Ooooh!" 

Thrusting her hips with frantic jerks, the attractive older woman climaxed 
with an ecstatic cry of sheer physical exultation. The young boy seemed 
pleased but more than a little bewildered by the reaction he had provoked. 

"That was beautiful, Dennis," Emily told him when she finally sat up and 
pulled her skirt down. 

Noticing her panties lying on the floor, she picked them up and used the 
small garment to dab the young boy's face dry. 

"From now on, I don't think I'll wear panties when I come over to visit 
you," she told him with a smile. 

Instructed by the older woman, Dennis quickly became an expert cunnilingust. 
The young boy never seemed to lose his enthusiasm and the two of them got 
together on an average of three or four times a week. Since no one suspected 
the true nature of their relationship, they had no fear of discovery. 

Because of the young boy's immaturity, at first there was no need for Emily 
to reciprocate. However, he was developing rapidly and it wasn't long before 
one day Emily spotted an interesting bulge in his trousers when he 
straightened up after bringing her to a climax orally. Sitting on a chair, 
she had the young boy stand in front of her while she opened up his fly and 
brought his stiff young penis into view. She quickly took it in her mouth 
and began sucking on it. Quite overcome by the incredibly pleasant 
experience of feeling a woman's mouth on his stiff penis for the first time 
in his life, the young boy promptly deposited his semen in her mouth. 

From then on, Dennis was an equal partner in their relationship and they 
moved on to various forms of sexual experience. The affair with Dennis ended 
abruptly two years later when his parents decided to move to another part of 
the city. However, Emily had found a form of sexual involvement that 
appealed to her much more than conventional relationships and she 
immediately began the task of looking for another young boy. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

MARRIED NEIGHBORS 

"When your husband's too busy or too tired to get it up, what are you 
supposed to do? I'm only thirty-nine and that's too young to retire. The 
young boy who lives next door still looks at me when I wear a sweater, and I 
must say I'm tempted to let him have what he wants!" 

These words by a modern housewife illustrate a contemporary phenomenon. At 
one time in the relatively recent past housewives ranked dead last on the 
list of sexually desirable women, running well behind single girls, 
divorcees, prostitutes and even reasonably young widows. And in keeping with 
this image, many housewives simply let themselves go as far as watching 
their weight and general appearance were concerned. 

However, the Sexual Revolution has begun to get its message across to the 
modern housewife. Today, many married women are vitally interested in 
maintaining an active sex life. They are careful about keeping their figures 
and like to dress in a manner designed to display their figures to best 
advantage. Many of them have read a great deal about sex and know the 
meaning of words such as fellatio and cunnilingus. A growing number of them 
have seen the porno movies that are now regularly shown in numerous 
commercial theaters in various metropolitan areas. A quick look at the ad 
section of a Chicago newspaper showed over two dozen porno movies available 
to the general public, which is but one example of the impetus provided by 
the Sexual Revolution. 

Although many married women are eager and curious for various sexual 
experiences, a large number of them do not have satisfactory sex lives with 
their husbands. The reasons are numerous. Many men are curiously reticent 
about approaching their wives with the more advanced sexual techniques. Many 
simply don't want to do so and others prefer to associate with prostitutes 
to get their kicks. Others have passed their peak sexually and still others 
exhaust themselves in personal ambitions of success in the business world. 

As a result, a growing number of married women are looking for sexual 
experiences of an extramarital nature. While many of them prefer adult 
partners, there are those who are intrigued by the possibility of initiating 
young boys into the pleasures of sex. The following case histories will 
provide some examples. 

CASE HISTORY 

Patricia R. is a 42-year-old housewife and schoolteacher who lives in the 
Southeast. A brunette who has not lost her youthful figure, she is an 
attractive woman who is meticulous about her personal grooming and dresses 
in a highly fashionable manner. She teaches junior high school in a suburban 
consolidated school district, a position that brings her into daily contact 
with young people. In the following discussion, she tells about an affair 
with Bob C, a 13-year-old neighbor. 

"Until a few years ago, my husband and I enjoyed a very active sex life," 
she began. "He was really quite good at it and I almost always came. 
However, he started tapering off and I could see that he was losing 
interest. I tried things like going without a bra under my sweater, but 
tricks like that no longer seemed to interest him. In time, sex just sort of 
vanished from our lives. 

"I suppose it's the same way with a lot of people, but I felt a little 
cheated. After all, I was reasonably young and know that I have a figure 
that's nothing to be ashamed of. Even the young boys at school notice when I 
wear a formfitting sweater or cross my legs a little carelessly in front of 
them. 

"And, curiously enough, the less sex I experienced, the more interested in 
it I became. I had never really read much about the subject, and I proceeded 
to read some manuals about sexual techniques and even some sexy adult 
novels. Also, a friend my age told me about some really hard core movies she 
and her husband had seen while vacationing in New York, and her detailed 
description of some of the action got me to thinking about some variations 
my husband and I had never practiced. 

"At first, it never occurred to me that I might have an extramarital affair. 
However, in time I began to realize that it was either that or nothing as 
far as sex was concerned. Even so, I don't suppose anything would have 
happened except that we happened to live next door to a couple whose 
13-year-old son, Bobbie, happened to be in one of my classes. 

"Although he seemed to have a great deal of ability, Bobbie constantly had a 
difficulty with various subjects. His parents asked if I would mind giving 
him some private tutoring, and I was quite pleased to have an opportunity to 
help him. As a result, he started coming over to our place on one or two 
evenings a week. At first, I simply thought of him as just a young boy. 

"However, in time I began to notice that he was sort of giving me those 
looks you get from fellows when they're interested. At first, I was quite 
surprised that a boy that young would be looking at a woman my age, and I 
found the idea a little amusing. However, I began to have different ideas 
when I noticed that on more than one occasion he was finding it necessary to 
conceal an erection that I had obviously inspired. Not only that, but it was 
quite apparent from the size of that lump in his pants that he was 
considerably more developed than I could have imagined. Of course, that got 
me to thinking. After all, you know a woman can be quite vulnerable in the 
presence of a sexually aroused male, and that's particularly true when 
you're quite experienced and know what it's like to have one of those nice 
big things between your legs. 

"Well, under the circumstances I'm sure you can imagine what happened next. 
I thought about asking Bob not to come over again, but I just couldn't do it 
without some kind of explanation. Those erections started occurring more 
frequently and in time I knew I was leading him on." 

Asked if she remembered the first time they had intercourse, Patricia 
nodded. "This occurred one afternoon after school. He came over for some 
help with one of his lessons. My husband was still at work, so we were alone 
in the house. Bob put his things on the kitchen table and I sat down beside 
him while he started spreading his papers out. I had worn a tight sweater 
and rather short skirt that day, and I could see that he was rather 
distracted right from the beginning. 

"In a few minutes I made a discreet check and saw a nice bulge in his 
slacks. Although I knew I had no business doing such a thing, I started 
doing little things designed to tease him. You know: sitting real close to 
him so that we couldn't help brushing against each other, letting my skirt 
ride up and giving him bedroom eyes. Of course, I knew that it was very 
unlikely that a boy his age would make the first move. 

"Strangely enough, by teasing him I sort of talked myself into the idea. I 
hadn't had any hot bed sex for a long time, and I guess the idea -of having 
that stiff young cock within reaching distance just got the best of me. 
Anyway, something just came over me and I just grabbed. , Of course, Bobbie 
was totally dismayed but naturally he wasn't going to put up any fight to 
save his virtue. 

"The instant I got hold of it, I could tell that he was just as well built 
as many men with what must have been a good six inches. Telling him that I 
just had to have it, I quickly peeled down his zipper and got my hand inside 
his slacks. Oh, did it ever feel good to have that sleek young muscle 
sticking up in my hand! I felt lightheaded and giddy and told him I wanted 
him to go into the bedroom with me. Of course, he was only too willing to go 
along with it. 

"Keeping my hand around his stiff member, I led him into the bedroom. After 
assuring him that we would not be disturbed, I started taking off my clothes 
while he watched with great interest. Finally, I told him he'd better 
undress too and he quickly peeled off his things. Pulling back the spread 
and covers, I stretched out supine on the bed with my legs drawn up and 
apart to give him a clear view of everything. 

"He quickly jumped on the bed beside me. Although he needed some 
instruction, he was delighted to do whatever I suggested. Occasionally 
stroking his penis to keep him nice and hard, I let him kiss and lick my 
breasts all over until they were standing firm. Feeling a little wicked, I 
asked him if he would mind kissing me much farther down. Although he 
hesitated for a moment, he quickly buried his face right in my pussy and 
started licking me all over. That was something completely new for me and I 
quickly realized what I had been missing. 

"I kept getting hotter and hotter, and I kept encouraging him with words 
that normally would have made me blush furiously. He finally got on top of 
me and I felt that nicely stiff young cock of his separating the lips of my 
vulva and pushing inside. Oh, that was heavenly and I started begging him to 
really put it to me. 

"He was really strong for his age and started pumping back and forth with 
really forceful strokes. A grown man couldn't have fucked any better. 
Although his inexperience made him come a little too soon to suit me, it was 
still very delightful and I enjoyed a very nice climax myself. We stayed 
together a few minutes afterward and that made it all the more pleasant. 

"Of course, Bobbie was highly pleased and I could see that he looked even 
more pleased when I told him there would be more goodies like that as long 
as he kept the whole thing a secret between us. After that, he started 
coming over even more often, usually in the afternoon when we could be alone 
in the house for a couple of hours. Although the routine varied from time to 
time, we would usually go into the bedroom together, undress and hop in bed. 
After that, it was anything goes. We got into fellatio, sixty-nines and even 
a little anal sex. Bobbie quickly developed considerable self-control and of 
course that made it all the more pleasant for me. 

"All of this occurred about three years ago. Today, Bobbie dates girls more 
his own age and I'm sure he puts to good use some of the things I taught 
him. However, he still comes over to see me whenever I want him to. Whenever 
I start feeling a little horny, I have a special light on the back porch 
that I turn on as a signal to him. Whenever he sees that light burning, he 
comes over and in about two minutes we're enjoying some really hot bed sex 
together." 

CASE HISTORY 

At forty-four, Irene W. had been married for over twenty years. Her two 
children were married and no longer lived at home. Her husband, who was 
several years older than she was, was already beginning to talk about 
retirement and the possibility of moving to a climate more conducive to 
senior citizen status. Although she managed to keep her feelings to herself, 
Irene did not like such talk. As far as she was concerned, she was much too 
young to be considering such things. And she was right. 

Irene was a youthful looking woman who could easily fool most people about 
her age. There were no lines in her rounded, pretty face and her hair was 
just as black as any young girl's might be. She had always been slightly 
buxom but exercised regularly to keep her weight within bounds. She was 
proud of her firm breasts, a perfect 36C, and liked to wear tight sweaters 
and low-cut dresses to show them off. She was well aware of the fact that 
men still noticed her, although some of her admirers were many years her 
junior. 

Her outlook on life was similarly youthful. She was quite active in 
community affairs and knew a great deal about what was going on in the 
community. When her children had been in school, she had been quite active 
in P.T.A. activities and still maintained her contacts with that group. As a 
result, she was quite aware of contemporary developments among the 
community's teenagers. 

While some of the things she heard shocked her a great deal, she was also 
quite intrigued by them. When she heard that it had become a common practice 
in the neighborhood for teenage girls to perform fellatio for their 
boyfriends, she was quite dismayed but also honest enough to admit to 
herself that she was intrigued by the idea. Like many women her age, she had 
had no experience with oral sex and she could not help feeling slightly 
envious of the young girls who had done things she had never done. 

She also heard that the local high school sub-deb clubs required all 
inexperienced new members to lose their virginity as part of their 
initiation rites. In addition, there were stories of teenagers and young 
marrieds who practiced group sex at regular weekly gatherings. There were 
other stories, some of them doubtlessly exaggerated, about various sexual 
activities in the community. 

All of these stories contributed to a growing feeling that life was rapidly 
passing her by. Irene began to feel depressed and restless, and often found 
herself idly thinking about ways to involve herself in some of the 
activities from which she was presently excluded. At first, she told herself 
that she was simply daydreaming and that it was a little silly for a woman 
her age to be thinking such thoughts. However, in time she began to see 
things differently. After all, she rationalized to herself, she was still 
youthful and appealing and had every right to enjoy the same experiences as 
girls who weren't even half her age. 

Such thoughts came quickly to her mind one afternoon when she saw the nicely 
built young man who lived next door carrying out the garbage. Andy was not 
quite sixteen but looked older, and Irene found her body suddenly beginning 
to feel Warm all over when she noticed the firm muscles in his upper arms 
flexing as he carried the heavy load. Without stopping to think about what 
she was doing, she stepped out on the porch and waited for him to come back 
up the driveway. 

"Andy, would you mind dropping in for a minute?" she asked. "I've got 
something I want to show you." 

"Okay," the young man agreed in an entirely unsuspecting voice. 

Irene knew that her cheeks were slightly flushed when the well built 
teenager stepped up on the porch. She was wearing only shorts and halter, 
and noticed that the young man was quick to discern the outline of her 
breasts under the flimsy halter. 

"Let's go inside," Irene told him, holding the door open for him. "This 
way." 

As she led her young visitor toward the bedroom, the fleeting thought 
occurred to her that he might simply laugh at a woman her age. But her heart 
was pounding and it was simply a chance she would have to take. 

"What'd you want to show me?" Andy asked with some curiosity when he found 
himself in the bedroom with the older woman. 

"Just this," Irene told him, standing a couple of feet away from him and 
facing him directly. Suppressing a last minute temptation to chicken out, 
Irene reached back and quickly unfastened her halter. Pulling the flimsy 
garment off, she tossed it aside and stood facing him with her hands at her 
side. 

Suddenly confronted by perfectly firm, thirty-six inch breasts, the young 
man gulped with astonishment and simply stared at the voluptuous mounds. 
Blushing with embarrassment but feeling quite exhilarated by her own 
forwardness, Irene quickly detected the rising curve in his thin summer 
slacks. 

"Well?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Do you think I'm too old for you?" 

"No!" Andy replied in a positive manner. "No, ma'am!" 

The young teenager watched with a mixture of dismay and fascination as Irene 
began unfastening the buttons at the side of her shorts. Pulling the shorts 
below her rotund hips, she let them slide down her shapely legs to her 
ankles and then kicked them off. Her white panties hinted vaguely at the 
dark foliage beneath them, and the older woman could feel the young boy's 
eyes fastened intently on the feminine triangle. By this time, the curve in 
his slacks was quite prominent. 

"Would you like for me to take my panties off too?" she asked in a teasing 
manner. The erection she had produced made her feel quite confident, and 
Irene began to enjoy herself thoroughly although her own boldness 
embarrassed her. 

"Yes!" Andy replied, unable to take his eyes off of her for even a moment. 

Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her thin panties, Irene pulled the 
silky garment down with deliberate slowness. Andy's eyes narrowed as he 
focused them intently on the inviting patch of coal black hair that slowly 
came into view in front of him. Irene lowered the panties and gracefully 
stepped out of them, tossing them playfully in his direction. He did not try 
to catch them and the small garment fluttered to the floor. 

"Maybe it's about time you got undressed too!" Irene suggested in a 
provocative voice. 

The well built teenager quickly accepted the invitation and Irene found her 
heart beginning to pound quite wildly as his muscular young body came into 
view. As the young man straightened up after discarding his shorts, Irene 
took one look at his magnificently erect young penis and totally lost all of 
her reserve. Bending forward impulsively, the older woman slipped the 
velvety sleek crown inside her mouth. 

Andy was in the process of removing his T-shirt and suddenly froze in his 
tracks as he felt his attractive neighbor's wet mouth caressing his hot and 
stiffly erect young member. Finally pulling off his T-shirt, the young man 
looked down at Irene's pretty head and slowly began backing toward the side 
of the bed. 

"Boy, do you know how to turn a guy on!" he remarked as he gently seated 
himself on the side of the bed. 

Keeping his rigid organ in her mouth the whole time, Irene knelt between his 
outstretched legs and promptly went to work eating his masculine member. As 
she worked the hot and thick piece of masculine meat deeply into her mouth, 
Irene realized that she had never imagined it would be quite that exciting. 
His cock was much bigger than she had anticipated and at times it was almost 
painful to have her jaws pried so far apart. Taking her time, she worked it 
in, in gradual stages, groaning with submissive pleasure as the husky member 
penetrated deeply into her mouth. 

In a few moments, Irene's pretty mouth was tightly packed with hard, 
throbbing cock. Moaning with excitement, the attractive housewife felt 
deliciously debased and naughty. She almost wished that others in the 
community could see her in that position-an everyday housewife of forty-four 
with her mouth jammed full of hot and hard teenage cock! Just thinking about 
what she was doing, she could barely refrain from stroking herself with her 
own hands in masturbatory fashion. 

Continually flicking with her tongue, Irene began sucking contentedly on the 
stiff masculine rod. Moving her head up and down in the young man's lap, she 
found herself thoroughly enjoying the taste of that firm masculine meat in 
her mouth. Pausing from time to time to swallow her rapidly forming saliva, 
she kept it just as far in her mouth as she could and twisted her head from 
side to side to enjoy it all the more. 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Irene's low and distinctly feminine moans made it quite 
apparent how much she was enjoying the intimate assignment she had given 
herself. 

"Wow! You're driving me crazy!" Andy admitted in an enthusiastic voice. 

Rocking his pelvis back and forth in response to the tantalizing caresses, 
the husky teenager was tense with excitement and was obviously trying to 
hold himself back as long as possible. Her face deeply flushed with a 
mixture of embarrassment and arousal, Irene could no longer keep her hands 
off of herself. Running her hands over her breasts and up and down her sleek 
thighs, she finally slipped one hand into the nicely wet nest between her 
legs and hooked a finger into the folds of her vulva. As her fingertip made 
contact with her sensitive clitoris, she shuddered violently and began 
sucking all the faster. 

Andy's hands came down firmly over her head and the well built young man 
began thrusting his hips back and forth in a forceful manner. Gasping and 
gurgling with her mouth stuffed with throbbing cock, Irene masturbated 
furiously with pleasant expectation of the sweet punishment she was about to 
receive. Thrusting upward and forcing his aching penis deeply into her 
mouth, Andy suddenly exploded with a hot gush of masculine cream. 

As the warm and nicely salted fluid cascaded into her waiting mouth, Irene 
pressed her finger violently against her tiny button and began climaxing 
with spasmodic shudders of intense pleasure. The thick juice continued to 
spurt from Andy's rigid cock, filling her mouth and leaving her little 
choice but to swallow it in audible gulps. Somewhat to her own dismay, Irene 
found that she really couldn't get enough of that delicious virile cream. 

As the waves of her orgasm gradually began to subside, Irene found herself 
reluctant to remove Andy's suddenly limp penis from her mouth. Laying her 
head in his lap, she happily let it soak for a few moments. 

"Now it's your turn!" Irene rather boldly suggested as she got up afterward. 

Completely nude, the attractive housewife stretched out on her back on the 
bed. Andy watched with obvious fascination as the attractive older woman 
pulled her legs back and spread them open, fully exposing the bushy foliage 
and the coral groove. 

"Well, Andy?" Irene asked in a teasing voice. "What are you waiting for?" 

Licking his lips and looking quite eager, Andy wasted little time kneeling 
between her shapely legs. Leaning forward on his forearms, he permitted his 
face to brush against the pretty clump of black hair and then pressed his 
mouth firmly against her moist vulva. 

"Oh, Andy!" Irene gasped with delight as she felt his lips caressing her 
vulva. "I love it! Lick me all over down there!" 

Sticking out his tongue as far as he could, the eager teenager quickly began 
running it up and down the pink slit. Irene thrust her pelvis back and forth 
and slipped her feet over his shoulders, allowing her bare legs to rest 
against his back. With her thighs pressing warmly against the sides of his 
face, Andy kept his tongue at work on the moist aperture and the surrounding 
territory. 

"Keep doing it, Andy! I just love being eaten!" Irene told him in a 
breathless voice. "Make me come this way!" 

Aware of the warm moisture seeping from her pussy, Andy nibbled on the plump 
lips of her outer vulva. Her back arched and her breasts stiff with 
excitement, Irene squirmed about on the bed with her thighs tightly coiled 
around his head. Her first experience with the delights of cunnilingus was 
much more exciting than she had imagined. 

"I love it, Andy!" she kept repeating. "Get your tongue clear inside me! 
Yes, like that! Oh, my! Keep doing it just like that!" 

His probing tongue inside the moist outer folds, Andy caressed the watery 
interior of her vulva. Feminine honey seeped into his mouth in liberal 
quantities, forcing him to swallow it with audible gulps. The black patch of 
hair was soaking wet and continually brushed against his face as Irene 
thrust her hips back and forth with progressively quicker movements. 

"Keep doing it! Oh, that's wonderful!" Irene cried out between exclamations 
of delight. "Oh! Just like that! Oh, I love it!" 

Breathless but with no intention of stopping, Andy flicked his exploring 
tongue up and down in the wet opening Irene squirmed and jerked 
spasmodically as his tongue teased her clitoris and vaginal orifice with 
eager stabs. Her thighs squeezed tightly against his head, while at the same 
time her hands pushed downward in a demanding manner. 

"Oh! Oooh! Ooooh!" Irene squealed with delight as she reached her climax. 
The intense spasms of her orgasm left the shapely housewife gasping for 
breath and trembling almost uncontrollably. As Andy drew back afterwards, 
she noticed that the well built teenager had achieved another pounding 
erection. "Put it in me!" she told him in an urgent tone of voice. 

As Andy quickly mounted her, Irene grasped his bone hard organ in her soft 
hand and guided it toward the entrance of her vagina. 

Brushing against the wet hair and the moist outer folds of her vulva, Andy's 
rigidly stiff member pressed into the wet opening and then began sliding 
into her watery and clinging vagina. Gasping with pleasure as she felt the 
thick organ dilating her vaginal walls, Irene flung her arms and legs around 
the muscular teenager and locked him in a tight embrace. His bare chest 
brushing against her taut nipples, Andy thrust forward until his throbbing 
organ was deeply imbedded in the older woman's vagina. 

"Fuck me, honey!" Irene told him in a breathless voice. "Really fuck me!" 
The highly aroused older woman nibbled and bit at his neck to urge the well 
built teenager on. 

Andrew began pumping back and forth with steady strokes, his sturdy lance 
swimming in the delightfully moist wetness of her vagina. Thrusting her hips 
back and forth under him with vigorous shaking movements, Irene kept her 
arms and legs tightly wrapped around him. His youthful energy and power made 
the experience much more exhilarating than she had ever dreamed. 

"Oh, don't stop!" Irene exclaimed in a voice that was distraught with 
pleasure. "Oh, you really know how to fuck a woman!" 

Rocking back and forth astride the attractive older woman, Andy began to 
pump with progressively more forceful thrusts. With each forward thrust of 
his hotly aching cock, the husky teenager shoved it as far into her vagina 
as he could. Wriggling with worm-like movements beneath him, Irene 
continually urged him on with deliberately provocative and profane language. 

"Fuck me!" she repeatedly demanded in an excited voice. "Keep doing it! 
Really fuck me!" 

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Andy thrust his hips wildly back and 
forth. As Irene gasped and shuddered with arousal, the muscular teenager 
gave one final energetic thrust forward and sent his warm semen splashing 
into her vagina in warm bursts. Emitting a loud cry of delight, Irene 
climaxed with convulsive shudders and squeezed him tightly to her until her 
spasms began to subside. 

"Mmmmmm, that was a beautiful fuck, Andy!" the satisfied older woman told 
him as the two of them lay trying to catch their breath. "I want you to come 
over every afternoon from now on! I don't think I could ever get enough of 
that hot cock of yours!" 

CASE HISTORY 

Gwen N. is a 37-year-old housewife who lives in a suburban area in the East. 
Prior to her marriage to a successful attorney, Gwen was a popular pin-up 
model who was easily able to support herself on her modeling fees. Although 
she has done no modeling for over ten years, she has carefully maintained 
her 38-24-36 figure and could easily pass for a much younger woman. She is 
bi-sexual and, in the following report, describes her unusual experiences 
with a teenage brother and sister who live next door: 

I'll have to start at the beginning to make any sense. I've been bi-minded 
since my days as a model. At the time, my roommate Betty and I were both 
working as professional pin-up models. In those days, things were much tamer 
than they are now. For example, there were no beaver shots and things like 
that. We often posed in bras, panties, garter belts, nylons and high heels 
with various fetish-type accessories, such as long gloves. We also did 
considerable kinky-type poses, such as bondage. In fact, Betty made sort of 
a name for herself in that field. 

Betty was a Lesbian and openly admitted it, which was sort of unusual in 
those days. I had never had any bi-type experience although I had been a 
little curious about it since my teenage days. After we began rooming 
together, Betty soon got the hots for me and she was the pleasant but 
persistent type of girl who knew how to get her own way. One evening when we 
were in our pj's she simply crawled into bed with me, and that was it. 

When she opened up my pajama tops and started kissing my breasts, she soon 
had me hot and squirming and begging for more. We both paused just long 
enough to strip and Betty wasted no time putting her head between my legs. 
Oh, did that little minx ever know how to eat a girl! She seemed to have 
electricity in her tongue and each stab made my entire body jerk 
convulsively. By mutual consent she twisted around until she was on top of 
me, and we wound up with our faces plastered against each other's wet pussy. 

That was my introduction to hot all-girl sex and I loved it. After that, 
Betty and I had numerous experiences both between us and With other girls. I 
think a lot of people would be surprised to find out how many girls there 
are who prefer to swing with other girls. 

Despite these experiences, however, I retained a very healthy interest in 
men, as I'm sure my husband can attest. After I got married, I sort of gave 
up the idea of making it with other gals, but this was more from the lack of 
opportunity than desire. My husband and I moved to a suburban community and 
you're simply not going to find sophisticated girls who swing both ways 
among that set. 

As a result, it was a good ten years before I had another fling with a girl, 
and this was under circumstances that I suppose were quite unusual. We were 
living next door to a couple in our age group who had two children, Kathy, 
sixteen and Bryan, fifteen. Kathy was an attractive blonde with long hair, 
while Bryan was an athletic boy who was quite mature for his age. 

Kathy knew I had been a model and often liked to talk to me about it, as she 
had similar aspirations herself. She came over frequently and we would sit 
around the kitchen talking about it. Although some of the things I told her 
about the modeling business seemed to shock her a great deal, she always 
wanted to hear more about it. One day I talked about the number of Lesbians 
in the business, and I could see that she was hanging on every word although 
her face was as red as a beet. 

Realizing that she was obviously quite interested in the subject, I kept 
bringing it up in subsequent conversations. I began flirting with her a 
little although at first I really didn't mean anything by it. I also began 
pulling little tricks like wearing no bra under my blouse, so she could 
really get a good look at my boobs. Although she was too embarrassed to say 
much at first, she soon began asking me various questions that indicated she 
was really quite intrigued by the whole idea. She was shocked but I could 
see her eyes light up with interest when one day I finally admitted to her 
that I had made it with a girl on more than one occasion. 

That did it as far as I was concerned. Telling her that it was about time 
she got a little experience under her belt, I took her by the hand and 
started leading her into the bedroom. Although she was blushing cutely, she 
went along all too willingly. In the bedroom, I didn't waste much time 
getting her out of the flimsy halter she was wearing. She had nice, well 
formed breasts that were still maturing and she blushed cutely when I held 
her hands away so I could enjoy a nice look. 

We stretched out on the bed and I promptly began kissing and licking her 
breasts all over. She responded even more passionately than I had imagined 
and it wasn't long before her breasts were rigidly firm and she was deeply 
flushed with excitement. I quickly got her out of her shorts and panties, 
and could just feel my mouth watering when I saw that nice little pussy of 
hers. Using my fingers to pry open the outer lips, I went to work with my 
tongue. 

Mmmmmm, I had almost forgot how good it tasted! Kathy started squirming and 
wriggling cutely and then really went wild when my tongue touched her 
clitoris. Using my hands to keep her breasts nice and firm, I snowed her 
exactly how a girl should be eaten. She let out a scream when she first 
started coming and I managed to keep my tongue right on her clit although 
she' was wriggling and thrashing about furiously on the bed. As she admitted 
later, it was her first multiple orgasm and she wound up shaking like a leaf 
afterward. 

While we were catching our breath afterward, I could see her looking at me 
in a way that made clear she was eager to reciprocate. I hadn't worn any bra 
under my thin blouse and I could see her looking at my breasts with a 
mixture of curiosity and interest. Without saying anything, I simply 
stripped off my clothes and stretched out beside her. 

Although she was a little embarrassed and uncertain, she couldn't resist 
temptation and in a few moments her hands were exploring my breasts. When I 
finally told her to go ahead and kiss them all over, she seemed only too 
eager to comply. She started a little hesitantly but in a few moments she 
was sucking and nibbling on my nipples just as if she had been doing it all 
her life. My breasts quickly became taut and I began feeling hotter and 
hotter all over. 

Keeping my legs well apart, I began pushing downward on her head to show her 
what I really wanted. Although she needed a little urging to overcome her 
inhibitions, in a few moments her blonde head was between my legs and I 
could feel her little tongue going to work on my pussy. I hooked one leg 
over her back and began thrusting my hips back and forth with regular 
movements. She was so enthusiastic about the idea that her inexperience 
proved to be no handicap at all. In nothing flat, she had me soaking wet and 
experiencing that hot, itchy feeling that always precedes a good come. And 
did I ever come! I couldn't remember when I had really exploded like that. 

With this beginning, Kathy and I commenced a very pleasant little affair. 
She often came over in the afternoon after school when she knew I would be 
alone in the house. We would talk for awhile in the kitchen and then retire 
to the bedroom. Peeling off our clothes, we would stretch out on our sides 
on the bed in a sixty-nine position and go to work with our tongues on each 
other's pussy. Since we were both the type who came rather quickly, we loved 
to make each other have a quick come and then start over again. 

Like myself, Kathy was a bi-sexual and admitted that she had had some 
affairs with boys of her age. One afternoon when I was in a somewhat 
inquisitive mood, I happened to ask her if she had ever tried anything with 
her brother. She denied it but admitted that they had both seen each other 
without their clothes on. Although she didn't directly say so, her 
expression and tone of voice made it clear that Bryan was a nicely hung 
young man. 

Naturally, that got me to thinking and I began to amuse myself with the idea 
of seducing Bryan. One afternoon he dropped in looking for Kathy, and I 
decided to make a play for him right on the spot. Telling him that I would 
fix him a snack, I asked him to come out to the kitchen with me. I was 
wearing just a loose housecoat with only a slip beneath it, and of course I 
soon found myself experiencing considerable difficulty keeping my housecoat 
from falling open in front. 

He was quite a normal boy and the sight of 38-inch breasts confined only in 
a flimsy slip soon had its effect on him. In a very few moments, I could see 
a real nice bulge in his jeans. I always get to feeling very itchy when I 
know a nice hard cock is available, and this time was no exception. I 
started teasing him and talking in a deliberately provocative fashion that I 
had never used around him in the past. Although I practically told him I was 
available, he did nothing and apparently thought I was only kidding him. 

Finally, I decided that I would have to take things into my own hands. 
Taking off my housecoat, I stood in front of him wearing only my slip and 
bluntly asked him if he'd like to spend a few minutes in the bedroom with 
me. Although he was at first almost too startled to reply, you know what the 
answer was. We quickly went into the bedroom and started peeling off our 
clothes. 

For a kid who was only fifteen, he was really built and had what must have 
been a good six inches. I grabbed it and squeezed it just as hard as I 
could, and then told him I just had to have it all inside me. We both jumped 
on the bed and he started kissing my breasts while running his hands over 
the rest of my body. He kept telling me that I had the biggest tits he'd 
ever seen, and it was obvious that he couldn't get enough of them. 

In a few moments, he got on top of me and I gave him an assist to get him 
started. I just couldn't get enough of that hot young cock of his and could 
just feel the walls of my vagina sucking on it. I was expecting him to come 
right away, but he was more determined than that. He began riding me with 
strong, muscular strokes that really made me feel delightfully feminine all 
over. My pussy became as hot as fire and I kept shaking my rear end just as 
hard as I could. In a few moments, we both enjoyed a real hot come. 

Bryan seemed to think that we were through, but I went to work with my mouth 
and quickly showed him how wrong he was. After he got nice and hard, he 
wanted to reciprocate and we wound up enjoying a nice sixty-nine together. 
When we were both good and hot, I knelt astride him and started riding him 
cowgirl style. I was really shaking my rear end and that permitted some real 
deep penetration that really turned both of us on. It wasn't long before we 
both found ourselves enjoying another wild climax. 

After that, of course, Bryan was a frequent visitor. In fact, it soon became 
something of a problem keeping him and his sister from running into each 
other. It wasn't long before I began thinking about the idea of the three of 
us grouping it together, although I must admit that I felt a little wicked 
about a brother-sister combination. However, I was too intrigued with the 
idea to resist it, and decided to go ahead with it just to see what would 
happen. 

One afternoon I deliberately arranged for Bryan to walk in on Kathy and 
myself when we were enjoying a sixty-nine together. Well, you can just 
imagine how astonished those two were! Kathy screamed and tried to cover 
herself with her hands, while Bryan was so dumbfounded that he just stood 
there and stared. However, I just laughed and invited him to take off his 
clothes and join us. 

That produced a shocked gasp from Kathy, but Bryan quickly began stripping 
off his clothes. Kathy started to protest but apparently the sight of her 
brother's nicely erect young cock changed her mind abruptly. Bryan jumped on 
the bed with us and the three of us started playfully feeling and grabbing 
each other. They both began asking what three of us could do together, and I 
wasn't lacking in idea. 

Having Bryan stretch out on his back, I suggested that Kathy kneel astride 
his face with her back to him. In a moment, Bryan's face was completely 
buried under his sister's cute bottom with his nose wedged between the 
crevice of her hips. From her wiggles and the delightful expression on her 
face, it was obvious that his tongue was busy at work creaming her pussy. 

I then knelt between his legs and went to work with my mouth and tongue. 
After licking his jewels all over, I got his cock just as far inside my 
mouth as I could and began sucking on it. In the meantime, I could hear 
Kathy's excited comments and could see her grinding her bottom around with 
her weight right on her brother's face. Just as my mouth started filling 
with warm masculine come, Kathy let out a yell that made it apparent that 
she had come right on her brother. 

Afterwards, Kathy and I quickly traded places. I was soon sitting on top of 
Bryan's face, while Kathy was kneeling between his legs with his cock in her 
mouth. While he went to work with his tongue on my cunny, he quickly got a 
hard-on that gave his sister a real challenge. Of course, I couldn't hold 
still and I'm sure there were times when Bryan must have felt that he was 
drowning! Squirming furiously and making no effort to keep my weight off his 
face, I watched as Kathy gave him a blow job that soon had him pumping his 
hips furiously. She was really a much better fellatrix than I would have 
imagined. In a few moments, I was enjoying a nice come right on Bryan's face 
while he was shooting off into his sister's mouth. 

As might be expected, that was just the start for some very interesting 
three way affairs among us. They often came over together, and I don't think 
either of them could get enough of it. And, of course, it also broke down 
the barriers between them at home as far as brother-sister sex was 
concerned. The affair ended quite suddenly when their father got a job 
transfer and they moved to another city, but I still have many pleasant 
memories of those afternoons together. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

GIRLS AND THEIR MOTHERS 

Seventeen-year-old Greg was quite intrigued by the pretty young girl who 
lived next door, and with good reason. Lila Lanier was the same age and was 
a shapely brunette with a beautifully tanned figure. A friendly and 
vivacious girl who was one of the varsity cheerleaders at the suburban high 
school they attended, Lila invariably wore tight sweaters and the shortest 
skirts the authorities would allow. Just looking at those two nicely pointed 
mounds jiggling under her sweaters and her lithe, shapely legs enhanced by 
sheer pantyhose, Greg would often find himself making a strong mental effort 
to keep from achieving an erection right on the spot. 

Lila preferred to date a number of boys and occasionally accepted Greg's 
offer to take her out. As pleasant as that could be, it was also thoroughly 
frustrating at times. For although Lila did not exactly discourage his 
advances, she always stopped him well short of his objective. As a result, 
the conclusion of a date invariably left him enduring that exquisite agony 
commonly known as "hot nuts." However, there were always somewhat vague 
promises from Lila that he was making progress and might some day be 
rewarded, and Greg accordingly persisted. 

The young man was so smitten with Lila that he at first failed to notice her 
mother, although Carol Lanier was simply an older and more buxom version of 
her attractive daughter. In typical teenage fashion, Greg simply assigned 
everyone in the over-thirty bracket to senior citizen status. It did not 
occur to him that a woman of thirty-eight might be able to put into reality 
some of the things that her daughter only vaguely promised as a potential 
future treat. 

However, such thoughts did occur to Lila's mother. A divorcee for a number 
of years, Carol sorely regretted the absence of a regular sex life. Like 
many women her age, she was much more interested in sex than many men would 
realize. In typical feminine fashion, she had matured slowly as far as sex 
was concerned and had become vitally interested in the subject with the 
passing years. She had read a number of books about it, and had become quite 
intrigued by some of the things that her conventionally minded ex-husband 
had avoided. 

She had watched her daughter's growing maturity and popularity with an envy 
she sometimes found difficult to conceal. Although she really did not know, 
she was quite sure Lila and her boyfriends were actually doing some of the 
things she had only read about. When Lila was out on a date, her mother 
often had to make a strong effort not to think about what that pretty 
teenager might be doing. Some of Lila's boyfriends were nicely built and 
Carol could easily imagine what they must look like when aroused. 

Although at first she gave no outward sign of it, Carol was quite attracted 
by Greg. He was a well built and physically mature young man who strongly 
reminded her of a boy she had dated when she was his age. She erroneously 
assumed that he and Lila had enjoyed various intimacies together, and 
frankly admitted to herself that she was quite envious about that. 

When the idea of seducing the young man first occurred to her, Carol quickly 
rejected it. Like many women, she did not wish to be accused of "robbing the 
cradle." However, upon a little reflection she quickly changed her mind. 
After all, she told herself, there was no reason in the world why she should 
deny herself the very things her own daughter was undoubtedly enjoying. 
Besides, she was eager for new experiences and her nicely mature young 
neighbor was the nearest available partner. 

As a result, she began a campaign to get the young man in bed with her. It 
was more than a little disconcerting at first to find that the teenager 
apparently considered her among the elderly, and she quickly set about doing 
her best to change that impression. She began dressing in a much more 
youthful fashion, concentrating on tight sweaters and skirts that displayed 
her mature but extremely attractive figure to best advantage. This practice 
produced a few sly remarks from Lila, who had no idea what her mother was up 
to and considered her efforts as something of an effort to regain her lost 
youth. 

However, there were immediate results. Carol soon became aware that Greg was 
definitely noticing her nicely filled sweaters and tightly packed skirts. 
She began flirting with him, smiling and watching him with eyes that made 
promises. Gradually becoming more bold, she would tease him by deliberately 
making no effort to control her skirts when it mattered, such as when 
alighting from a car. She found that she thoroughly enjoyed teasing and that 
it made her feel much more youthful and feminine. Although she concentrated 
on Greg, she also flirted with Lila's other boyfriends. 

One afternoon when she knew that Lila had gone on an extended shopping trip 
with some of her girl friends, Carol spotted Greg walking by the house and 
decided to make her move. Sticking her head out the front door, she asked, 
"Greg, would you mind coming in a minute?" 

When the young man smiled in reply and started walking up the front steps, 
Carol felt quietly confident about the forthcoming endeavor. She had 
borrowed one of Lila's plaid skirts that was a couple of sizes too small for 
her and forced her to walk with a shortened gait, and in addition was 
wearing a paper-thin white blouse that left the outline of her brassiere 
clearly on display. Her full but shapely legs were encased in sheer, 
honey-colored nylons and she was wearing open-toed strap sandals that left 
brightly painted toenails on display. 

"Come on in!" she told him as he reached the front door. 

"Okay," Greg agreed, casting an admiring glance in her direction as he 
stepped through the door. "What did you want?" 

"Just wanted to talk," Carol told him. 

"Oh," he replied. "Lila around?' ' 

Carol shook her head. "No," she said, standing close to him and looking him 
directly in the eye. "Lila isn't the only female in this house, you know!" 

Greg nodded but looked a little perturbed by her behavior. "I guess so," he 
said. 

"Guess?" she pretended to be disappointed. "Don't tell me you haven't 
noticed me before?" 

Greg gulped noticeably. "Mrs. Lanier, I think I'd better be going," he told 
her somewhat apprehensively. 

"What's your rush?" Carol asked, slipping her hands around the back of his 
neck and drawing close to him, making sure that he could feel her breasts 
pressing against him. She felt confident that it would be only a moment 
before the young man was in no hurry to leave. 

"Well, I don't know..." Greg replied, clearly flustered by her aggressive 
approach. 

Carol tilted her mouth upward and moistened her lips slightly with her 
tongue. "Kiss me, Greg," she suggested. "One kiss won't hurt anything." 

Greg hesitated for a moment and then kissed her lightly and rather 
tentatively on the lips. 

"Oh, come on, Greg, you can do better than that!" Carol teased, opening her 
lips slightly and smiling at him in open invitation. 

As Greg kissed her firmly on the lips, Carol responded warmly with an 
openmouthed kiss. Pressing herself tightly against him so that her breasts 
were pressing firmly against his chest, she could feel the initial swelling 
that began to form in his trousers. 

"Why don't we sit down on the couch?" she suggested. "I'm in the mood for a 
real nice necking session!" 

Greg had lost his initial reluctance and the two of them were soon seated on 
the couch, their arms around one another and their mouths firmly pressed 
together. Squirming girlishly in his arms, Carol encouraged him with little 
flicks of her tongue and the two of them were soon exchanging moist french 
kisses. Carol made no attempt to keep her short skirt from riding up over 
the top of her tan nylons, and could feel her cheeks becoming deeply flushed 
as she began to experience the initial stirrings of deep sexual arousal. 

As their mouths and tongues remained in contact, Greg began exploring her 
feminine body, rather tentatively at first and then more boldly as she made 
no attempt to stop him. In a few moments, his eager hand was squeezing the 
cups of her brassiere through her thin blouse. His other hand came in 
contact with her knee and when she made no effort to dislodge it, began 
working up her nylon-clad thigh. In a moment his fingers were brushing 
against sleek bare flesh, and the young man hesitated as if any moment he 
expected her to abruptly slap his face and bring the proceedings to a halt. 

Becoming more aroused, Carol ran her hand up and down his thighs and allowed 
it to brush lightly against the firm bulge in his trousers. After teasing 
him with light brushes, she gripped the hard muscle firmly through his 
trousers. 

"Enough of this high schoolish teasing!" Carol suddenly announced. "Let's 
really make love, Greg!" 

"All right!" the young man impulsively agreed. 

"I want you to take off all your clothes first!" Carol teased, squeezing his 
erection firmly. 

"Okay!" Greg quickly replied. 

"Not here," Carol told him. "Let's go into the bedroom." 

In the bedroom, Greg began pulling off his clothes as Carol drew back the 
bedspread and blankets on the master bed. In a moment, the young man was 
standing completely nude in front of her with his bright red young cock 
standing magnificently erect. Carol could feel her mouth watering as she 
gazed at the upright virile member; she was tempted to lean forward and put 
it right in her mouth. 

"Would you like to undress me?" she asked with a catch in her voice. 

"Sure!" Greg agreed with understandable enthusiasm. 

Carol sat down on the side of the bed, extending her shapely legs and 
pulling the hem of her skirt up over the tops of her honey-colored 
stockings. 

"Start with my shoes and stockings!" she told him with a smile. 

Greg promptly dropped to one knee and began unbuckling her open-toed 
sandals. Quickly removing them, the eager teenager reached for the tabs of 
her garter belt. His fingers brushing against her sleek thighs, he unhooked 
her stockings and began removing them one at a time. 

"Now, don't get any runs!" Carol cautioned, watching him carefully. 

The tan hose quickly departed to reveal smooth white flesh. In a moment 
Carol's stockings were on the floor and Greg was reaching behind her back to 
unbutton her blouse. Slipping one hand around his stiff penis, Carol sat 
quietly as he removed her blouse and gazed at her well filled brassiere. 

"It unsnaps in back," she told him, pretending that he might not know. 

Greg quickly located the snap and in a moment pulled the straps from her 
shoulders. She could see his face light up as his eyes first came into 
contact with her buxom breasts, and she gave his throbbing member a teasing 
squeeze. 

"Do you think I'm stacked?" she asked with a teasing laugh. 

"You sure are!" he readily admitted, licking his lips with obvious 
anticipation as he gazed at the two pink nipples. 

As Carol continued to tease him with her soft hand, Greg reached for the 
side fastener of her skirt and quickly got it undone. Lifting her hips 
slightly from the bed, Carol permitted him to pull the garment down her legs 
and off her feet. She was not surprised as he hastily reached for the 
waistband of her nylon panties, and once again she raised her hips to make 
the job easier for him. 

Completely nude, the two of them embraced with their bare flesh brushing 
against each other at various points. As Greg's eager hands began to explore 
her breasts and dip down into her pretty nest, the two of them stretched out 
on the bed with their tongues locked in a deep french kiss. Carol's pleased 
moans and feminine wriggles made it quite apparent that she was as aroused 
as her teenager partner. 

"There's something I want to do for you!" she told him in a somewhat 
breathless voice, pushing him to a supine position on the bed. 

Playing with his rigidly hard cock with one eager hand, Carol began kissing 
his masculine chest and gradually working downward. Her cheeks were deeply 
flushed and she could even feel her breasts growing firm at the thought of 
what she was soon going to do. Moving downward over his stomach, she 
hesitated a moment to get up her nerve and then impulsively slipped her open 
mouth down over the sleek head of his handsome cock. 

She could hear Greg's breathless exclamation as he suddenly felt a wet 
feminine mouth fellating him. Stroking with her hand, Carol eagerly got it 
as far into her mouth as she could and began sucking on it. The new 
experience made her feel daring and sophisticated, and she turned her head 
from side to side to enjoy the sensation of cock pressing against her inner 
checks. Greg's reaction made it quite apparent that he was completely 
overwhelmed by what she was doing to him. 

"Hey, let me turn you on, too!" he finally told her, sitting up on one 
elbow. 

Warm and tingling with excitement, Carol stretched out on her back with her 
pretty legs drawn back and apart. Kneeling at her side, Greg leaned forward 
and extended both hands into her pretty delta. Carol squirmed and bit her 
lip with excitement as she felt his fingers opening her outer folds. The 
instant the pink meat came into view, Greg lowered his head between her legs 
and pressed his lips against the inner folds of her vulva. 

"Ahhh!" Carol gasped with excitement. A moment later, she felt Greg's tongue 
going to work and could hardly believe the sensuous feeling that began to 
sweep over her body. She automatically began thrusting her hips back and 
forth on the bed, and felt a hot warmth between her legs that was almost 
maddening. 

Greg eagerly ran his tongue up and down the length of her split, teasing her 
flicks and stabs that sent waves of pleasure through her loins. Her breasts 
felt incredibly taut and she could not refrain from running her hands over 
her body in a sensuous manner. She knew she was soaking wet between the legs 
and could hear Greg's tongue busily at work. 

"Greg, please!" she gasped in an urgent voice. "I can't stand it any longer! 
I'm going crazy!" 

A moment later Greg's lean and hard young body was stretched out on top of 
her, and Carol slipped one hand under him to get him started. As the thick 
masculine member penetrated her vagina and began spreading the walls apart, 
Carol clasped her arms around his back in a tight embrace and dug her 
fingernails in slightly to urged him on. 

"Oh it's wonderful, Greg!" she exclaimed. "You're so nice and big!" 

The young man thrust forward until their organs were firmly united, and then 
paused to enjoy the luxuriantly pleasant sensation. Wriggling under him with 
feminine anticipation, Carol made sure her bare arms and legs were wrapped 
around him for the joyride ahead. 

"Give it to me, Greg!" she told him in a quiet but obviously excited voice. 
"I really need it!" 

Catching a deep breath, Greg began sliding back and forth with virile 
thrusts. Her entire body hot and glowing with excitement, Carol worked her 
hips around under him in response to the pleasant thrusts. Both of them 
could feel her moist vaginal walls clinging to the throbbing masculine spear 
as it slid back and forth inside her. 

"Fuck me, Greg! Fuck me until I can't stand it any more!" Carol demanded, 
too excited to care about her choice of words. 

Greg began pumping with more forceful strokes, letting his weight rest 
against her after each forward thrust and feeling her tautly erect nipples 
against his bare chest. Carol matched his efforts with firm thrusts of her 
hips, writhing and twisting under him in a manner that progressively became 
more abandoned. Her fingernails dug urgently and almost painfully into his 
bare back, spurring him into riding her with even more vigorous strokes. 

"Oh, this is heaven!" Carol cried out. "Oh, am I ever hot! I've never been 
so hot!" 

No longer able to control the tempo, Greg thrust back and forth with faster 
and faster movements. Breathless and frequently crying out to register her 
pleasure, Carol frantically twitched and shook her hips under him and held 
on as tight as she could. Greg finally shoved forward with an almost 
unbelievably forceful thrust that signalled his climax. Feeling that hot 
gush deep in her vagina, Carol erupted with a spasmodic climax that forced 
her to cry out in ecstasy. 

For the next few minutes, the two of them were too breathless to do anything 
but remain locked in one another's arms while they made an effort to recover 
their normal senses. Finally, they separated and lay trying to catch their 
breath. 

Feeling delightfully contented, Carol could not resist asking the one 
question that troubled her. "Well," she asked. "How do I compare with Lila?" 

Greg looked visibly startled for a moment and then grinned at her. "Better! 
Much better, believe me!" he told her in a sincere voice. 

Pleased, Carol idly began playing with his inert young penis, pulling it out 
and stretching it to see what might happen. When she began to see that her 
efforts might be productive, she leaned forward and slipped the head inside 
her mouth. Stroking with her hand in an encouraging manner, she began 
sucking in a thoroughly contented manner. In a surprising short time, the 
attractive housewife found herself with a mouth full of solidly hard teenage 
cock. 

"Kneel over me so we can do a sixty-nine!" Greg suggested. 

Without relinquishing his rigid peter from her oral grip, Carol twisted 
around on the bed until she was kneeling astride him with her knees brushing 
against his shoulders. Quickly spreading her legs apart, she lowered her 
weight against him and soon felt his face buried in her wet pussy. Pulling 
her down against him with his hands, Greg wedged his nose between the 
crevice of her buxom hips and went to work tonguing her pink crease with 
vigorous swipes. 

Carol quickly found herself becoming completely carried away by her first 
experience with mutual oral sex. Keeping Greg's cock just as far in her 
mouth as she could possibly take it, she sucked wildly on it while at the 
same time using both hands to play with his other masculine adornments. 
Greg's probing tongue worked inside her slippery groove, thoroughly 
tantalizing her and forcing her to grind and squirm her wet pussy down over 
his face. In a few moments Greg's masculine cream began spurting all over 
the insides of her mouth, and Carol once again found herself experiencing an 
ecstatic climax. 

The mutual attraction that often exists between teenage boys and their girl 
friend's mothers is a well known phenomena that requires little explanation. 
Such a relationship is simply a variant of the Oedipus complex but without 
the complications of the incest taboo, which in layman's terms means that 
such a relationship is a highly desirable form of mother-fucking. 

In addition, in contemporary society the natural attraction that often 
exists between teenagers and their girl friends' mothers receives 
considerable impetus from other directions. 

In the first place, there is the phenomenon of the youth cult. The obsessive 
emphasis on youth means that many women do their utmost to remain 
perpetually young. They dress in a youthful fashion and try to maintain 
their figures. As might be expected, this often leads to considerable 
rivalry between mothers and their daughters, which in turn can lead to 
competition for the favors of the opposite sex. 

Moreover, a girl friend's mother is often at a stage in life where she finds 
herself with a growing interest in sexual matters. We have commented 
previously about the relatively slow maturation of feminine sexuality, and 
the fact that women in their late thirties and forties are often quite 
interested in maintaining an active sex life. A daughter's boyfriend is a 
natural target for such women. This is particularly true in situations where 
a woman is divorced, widowed or otherwise deprived of a normal sex life. 

Daughter's boyfriends also become sexual targets because, today, many older 
women are interested in sexual variations that were verboten in their youth. 
It is incredible how far we have advanced in sexual matters in only a few 
years. While young people today find fellatio and cunnilingus perfectly 
acceptable forms of sexual foreplay, less than a generation ago such 
practices were generally condemned as perverse. Because of the widespread 
sexual education that has taken place in recent years, many older women are 
now interested in experimenting with these once forbidden pleasures. It is 
not surprising that they often look to younger men for these experiences, 
since among other things they expect the younger generation to be familiar 
with such techniques. 

The following case history will provide another example of the girlfriend's 
mother syndrome. The commentary is furnished by Edith W., a California 
housewife in her late thirties. She is married and has two daughters, 18 and 
16. 

CASE HISTORY 

To start at the beginning, I suppose I should say that my husband and I have 
always enjoyed a satisfactory sex life although things have tapered off 
considerably in the past few years. In addition, both of us come from 
somewhat conservative backgrounds, to say the least. For example, my mother 
always insisted that sex education in the public schools was a Communist 
plot. As a result of this type of background, my husband and I have kept 
very much within the traditional bounds. In fact, we have never even talked 
about some things together. 

My daughters have grown up in the permissive atmosphere of today, and think 
we're a couple of old fogies. Although I've never interfered with any of 
their activities, I've overheard enough of their comments to know what 
they've been involved in. I once overheard my older daughter telling a 
visiting cousin from another state that a girl in her high school couldn't 
even get a date if she were unwilling to go down for a boy, so that shows 
how far things have gone since I was a girl. 

I'll admit that for the past year or so I've been more than a little envious 
of some of the things young people today are doing. I've read my share of 
books and seen some movies that were quite frank, and that made me think 
about some of the things I might otherwise have ignored. However, at first I 
simply shrugged my shoulders and thought there was nothing I could do about 
it. 

Then, a few months ago my older daughter started dating a boy whose name was 
Jeff. He and I hit it off together right from the beginning. I had never 
paid much attention to the boys the girls dated, but for some reason Jeff 
was different. He and my daughter started dating on a regular basis, so he 
was around the house quite frequently. He was a well built young man and I 
must admit I let myself enjoy a few thoughts that perhaps I should have 
suppressed. 

One afternoon I heard my daughter talking with him over the telephone. 
Although they were talking in coded, rather vague terms, it was quite 
apparent that they were talking about fellatio and that she was promising to 
do it for him later that evening. Although at first I was quite irritated, I 
soon realized that I was simply jealous and would have loved to have traded 
places with her. Of course, the idea of actually exchanging places with her 
did not occur to me at first. 

That summer, as usual, we planned to spend our vacation at a small lakeside 
cottage we own some distance from home. The girls and I usually stay there 
for at least a couple of months, while my husband works during the week and 
comes up on weekends. By this time, my daughter was going steady with Jeff 
and asked if he could come along with us for a couple of weeks. Knowing 
she'd be quite unhappy if I refused, I went along with the idea. 

The weather was perfect when we arrived and we were soon spending most of 
our time swimming, boating or just lying in the sun. My daughter and Jeff 
were continually sneaking off to be alone somewhere, and I didn't have to be 
told what they were doing. I must admit I started getting a little itchy, 
and even more so when I noticed that Jeff occasionally gave me an 
appreciative look that told me that he considered me attractive. Although I 
was sure I couldn't offer any competition for my daughter, I began flirting 
with him just to see what might happen. 

One afternoon when my daughters had gone into town on a shopping trip, I 
asked Jeff if he would mind going for a swim with me. He was agreeable and I 
changed into a brief two-piece white suit that the girls had often told me 
was too small for me. Jeff had not seen me in it before and I could see his 
eyes light up with interest when he caught sight of me in it. 

The sun was quite bright as we walked toward the lake. There is a small, 
uninhabited island in the lake about a hundred yards from shore, and I 
volunteered to race Jeff out to it. Although he didn't know it at the time, 
I have had considerable experience as a swimmer and I offered him a much 
better race than he had expected. We were both out of breath when we arrived 
at the island and flopped down on the beach to recover. 

By this time, I think Jeff was beginning to suspect that I had something in 
mind. I could see him making sidelong glances in my direction and could tell 
that he wasn't the least bit opposed to the idea. Since we could still be 
seen from the shore, I suggested that we explore the island a little. There 
wasn't really anything to see, but the vegetation was rather heavy and it 
wasn't long before the shoreline was no longer in view. 

I pretended to fall and let Jeff catch me, making sure that my breasts were 
against his bare chest. The instant I felt his strong masculine body next to 
mine I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist the temptation. When I 
simply sagged against him and didn't move away, he tilted my chin up and 
kissed me firmly on the lips. The way I responded made it all too clear what 
I wanted. 

Jeff found a grassy spot and we stretched out together with our arms locked 
around one another. I quickly showed him that a woman my age knew what 
french kissing was all about, and he started running his hands over my body 
in a manner designed to really turn me on. He got the halter of my swimsuit 
unfastened and I let him take it off. Kissing my breasts all over, he worked 
the lower part of my swimsuit down my legs and I managed to kick it off. 

By this time, I was really in the mood and was almost fighting to get his 
trunks off. However, they were too tight for me and I finally told him he 
would have to do it himself. He laughed and quickly peeled them off. The 
minute I caught sight of that massive young cock of his, standing straight 
up with a brick-hard erection, I simply went wild. 

As he settled back down on the grass beside me, I grabbed it and stuck the 
head in my mouth. He let out an exclamation of surprise and stretched out on 
his back to enjoy what I was doing for him. Continually brushing my wet hair 
back out of my face, I began nibbling and eating on it as if it were an ear 
of corn. I could just feel the blood pounding in it as I worked from the 
head down to the base. While he kept telling me how great it was, I worked 
it as far into my mouth as I could and began sucking on it. 

Finally, he told me it was his turn to reciprocate. Sitting up and pushing 
me back to a supine position, he grasped my ankles and pulled my legs apart. 
I could see him licking his lips with anticipation as he looked into my 
bush, and for my part I was simply quivering with expectation. I held my 
breath as he leaned forward and spread the lips of my cunny open just as far 
as he could. With that, he placed his face right in it and started eating. 
Wow! 

For a moment, I could hardly believe it was really happening to me. He had 
obviously done it before, because he knew exactly how to tantalize me with 
his tongue. I got all hot and creamy in nothing flat, and I started 
thrusting my pelvis just as hard as I could. My breasts were very taut and I 
felt hotly flushed and almost breathless. Pulling at his hair, I just begged 
him to put it to me. 

He stretched out over me and a moment later I felt that rock hard muscle 
sliding into my vagina. Oh, did that young stallion give me a ride! Pumping 
with powerful strokes that at times were almost painful, he kept rocking 
back and forth on top of me with his weight slamming down against me with 
each forward thrust. I was crying and almost screaming with excitement when 
I felt that hot gush inside me, and I'm sure I saw stars when I started 
going off. 

He was in a mood to start over again after a few minutes, but I just had to 
have a little while longer to catch my breath. When we started again, he 
asked if I'd like to try a sixty-nine with him. A moment later, he was lying 
on his back and I was on top of him with his cock in my mouth. He got his 
head between my legs and began licking me all over down there, clear from 
one hole to the next. He quickly got a nice big hard-on and did we ever have 
a time eating each other! When I felt that hot juice spurting into my mouth, 
I let myself go completely and came right in his face. 

As you can imagine, the remainder of that vacation proved quite interesting. 
To my surprise, I discovered that I could offer my daughter considerable 
competition. Although we had to be careful, Jeff and I were constantly 
playing around with all kinds of sex games, even quick hand jobs. Having to 
satisfy both my daughter and myself, I think poor Jeff was simply exhausted 
by the time vacation was over! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN MISCELLANEOUS CASE HISTORIES DIVORCEES TRADE SONS 

I am familiar with a situation in our neighborhood that I believe is quite 
unusual. It involves two attractive divorcees and their teenage sons. For 
some time now, the two women have been trading their sons in exactly the 
same way that one might exchange mates! On weekends, the boys often trade 
places from Friday evening through Sunday. The four of them often travel on 
vacations together, and at motels and hotels spend the night with each 
other's mother. 

Brenda, at thirty-eight, is the older of the two women. She is an attractive 
brunette who works as a secretary. I do not know much about her background, 
but she has been divorced for several years. She is rarely seen with an 
adult male and I suppose that says something about the adequacy of her 
teenage partner. Her son Marvin, who's sixteen, is a nicely developed young 
man. I'm sure he would be very popular with girls his own age, but he 
doesn't seem to have the time for them. 

Linda, the other woman involved, is two years younger than her friend. She's 
a buxom blonde with a figure that one must admit is quite appealing. She 
likes to dress in a youthful manner, wearing tight sweaters and skirts to 
show off her figure. I believe that she was divorced about ten years ago, 
and works as a hostess in a restaurant. Her son, Evan, is fifteen and seems 
like a very pleasant boy. 

The two women started swapping about two years ago. It was all deliberately 
arranged by the two women, who claimed that the boys had to learn some time 
and that there was no reason why they shouldn't learn from an older woman. I 
must say that the four of them seem quite pleased with this arrangement. The 
boys are happy, well adjusted and make good grades in school. Their mothers 
look youthful and seem much more contented than many women in their age 
bracket. 

SPINSTER SISTERS 

In the small southern town in which I grew up, there were two spinster 
sisters who lived in the old home which they had inherited from their 
parents. Both were old maid, school teacherish types. Dorothy, the older, 
was probably in her early forties. She was a rather severe looking woman who 
always dressed in very conservative fashion, wore horn-rimmed glasses, and 
always kept her brunette hair done in a very tight bun at the nape of her 
neck. 

Her younger sister Ethel was taller but otherwise much the same. She was a 
rather athletic woman who taught girls' gym at the local high school. Both 
she and her sister more or less kept to themselves, and one almost never saw 
them except at school. 

When I was in my early teens, I began to hear rumors that the two sisters 
were willing to put out for any boy who had the nerve to come around and 
ask. Some of the fellows in my age group even claimed that they had done it, 
although I was inclined to believe they weren't telling the truth. However, 
the rumors persisted and I began to believe they might have some foundation. 
For one thing, it was well known that some of Dorothy's male pupils got much 
better grades from her than they deserved. 

Needless to say, it wasn't long before I began thinking about paying them a 
visit. Of course, I would have preferred someone much younger and more 
attractive, but girls like that weren't available in that little town. And, 
at the same time I was totally inexperienced and almost dying to find out 
what it was like no matter what. 

It took me some time to get up enough nerve, but one afternoon after school 
I walked over to their place. I'll admit I was scared to death, and kept 
trying to figure out what I should say. Suppressing a last minute desire to 
chicken out, I knocked at the door. The house was very quiet and I had to 
wait a minute before the door opened. 

It was Dorothy who opened the door. Her smile and the way her face lit up 
when she saw me standing there help put me at ease, but my teeth were still 
chattering when she invited me inside. She had apparently just returned from 
school and was wearing a blue business suit, tan nylons and high heels. I 
kept trying to think of something to say, but as it turned out that was 
unnecessary. 

She knew exactly why I had come and was obviously quite pleased. Escorting 
me into the living room, she sat down with me and talked with me for a few 
minutes in a very pleasant and relaxed manner. Seeing that I was visibly 
nervous, she kept assuring me that there was nothing to worry about. In a 
few minutes I began to feel much less apprehensive although I was too 
inexperienced to relax completely. 

She was seated across from me and I soon began to realize that she was much 
more attractive than I had previously realized. Perhaps to tease me, she was 
seated with her legs crossed at a careless angle and I could see a glimpse 
of milk white thigh emerging from the expanded tops of her tan nylons. As we 
talked, she casually removed her hornrimmed glasses and began undoing her 
hair. Freed from that tight bun, her long brown hair flowed down her back in 
an extremely appealing manner. In the space of a very few minutes, she 
transformed herself from an old maid schoolteacher to a very seductive 
woman. 

Finally, she smiled at me and suggested that we go into the bedroom. Of 
course, I could hardly wait although I was so excited I could hardly believe 
it was all really happening to me. In the bedroom, she rather playfully 
began running her hand over the front of my trousers. She obviously knew 
what she was doing and in a few moments I found myself with an erection. She 
opened my fly for me and, reaching inside, gave me a firm squeeze that I was 
afraid was going to make me come right on the spot. 

Sitting down on the side of the bed, she told me to undress. I did so with a 
haste that I'm sure she must have found rather amusing although she said 
nothing. When I had finished disrobing, she asked me to sit down on the bed 
and watch while she took off her clothes. 

Looking pleasantly flushed and confident, she stood in front of me and began 
taking off her clothes in a very slow manner, almost as if she were a 
professional entertainer. With my total lack of experience I of course 
awaited each unveiling with wide-eyed appreciation. Her high heels and blue 
business suit came off to reveal bare white feminine shoulders and a nicely 
filled peach-colored slip. The outline of her under things was quite visible 
beneath the slip. 

After a moment's pause, she pulled the slip off over her head and stood in 
front of me attired only in a white nylon lace brassiere, clinging latex 
girdle and tan stockings. Sitting down on a chair across from me, she slowly 
unhooked her nylons and removed them in a teasing fashion. Standing up once 
again, she reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere. I watched with 
total fascination as her plump breasts spilled from the cups of the bra. 
They were firm and slightly uptilted and I could feel my blood racing at the 
sight of them. 

Looking as if she was well aware of the effect she was having on me, she 
stood directly in front of me as she removed her girdle. Her panties came 
down inside it and I found myself staring intently at her brunette delta. Of 
course, I had never seen a nude woman in my life and the sight of that thick 
brown triangle left me almost hypnotized. 

She stretched out on the bed and invited me to join her. I stretched out 
beside her and experienced that thrill of naked bodies in contact for the 
first time. With my inexperience, I was eager to get on top of her right 
away and she seemed quite willing. As I mounted her, she grabbed my 
throbbing penis and got it started inside her. 

Her vagina was wet and surprisingly tight, and I could almost feel it 
squeezing me. I could hardly believe that anything could really feel that 
good. As I started gliding back and forth on top of her, she began 
responding and how! Oh, could that woman ever shake her hips!! Gasping with 
loud moans and just begging me to keep doing it, she rocked and thrust 
wildly under me and kept clawing at me with her fingernails. I held back 
just as long as I could and then simply let go and shot my load deep inside 
her. She emitted a loud cry and hugged me tightly to her with a grip that 
almost knocked the wind out of me. 

Afterwards, I of course felt like a million dollars. While I was dressing, 
she slipped on a light housecoat that really didn't cover too much. When I 
was about to leave, she told me to my surprise that her sister would 
probably also enjoy having a visit from me. The very next afternoon I 
returned and found Ethel waiting for me. She was several inches taller than 
her sister, but was otherwise much similar in appearance. 

Once again there was no need for me to explain why I had come. Ethel wasted 
no time getting me into her bedroom and out of my clothes. Waiting 
impatiently on the side of the bed, I watched as she took off her clothes in 
the slow, teasing fashion her sister had employed. She had a marvelous and 
athletic body, slender but very full in the bust and hips. The patch of dark 
brown hair between her legs was quite heavy and appealing. 

We stretched out on the bed together and it wasn't long before I was on top 
of her. She was, if anything, even more passionate than her sister. With her 
long legs wrapped around me in a tight embrace, she thrust her hips back and 
forth in a wildly primitive fashion and kept gasping and crying out with 
excitement. 

Once again I found myself fighting to prolong those tantalizing sensations 
just as long as possible, but before long I simply had to let myself go. 

After that and in fact throughout my high school days, I visited that house 
on a regular basis. No matter what, I always knew that one of those sisters 
would be ready and able to ball with me. Later on, when I had developed more 
self-control first Dorothy and then Ethel began to practice fellatio with 
me. Both of them were really artists at it, and I was soon taught to 
reciprocate. No young man ever had a better sex education. 

WIDOW'S CONFESSION 

It all started because of my best friend Bernice. Perhaps I should explain 
that Bernice and I are both widows who live in adjoining homes. Although she 
won't admit her exact age, Bernice is probably in her mid-forties though she 
does look younger. I am in my late thirties. 

The two of us have been good friends for many years. Such good friends, in 
fact, that we don't even bother to knock when we visit back and forth. And 
that's how it started. One afternoon I happened to pop in on Bernice and 
caught her right in the act with Rick, the young boy who lives across the 
street! To my total dismay, Bernice was performing fellatio for him right in 
the kitchen! 

I excused myself and made a hasty retreat, but not before I caught a vivid 
glimpse of 

Bernice's red face and Rick's long and obviously very hard penis. Needless 
to say, that experience was quite unsettling. Bernice came over a few 
minutes later and tried to laugh the whole thing off, telling me that she 
hoped I wouldn't be a prude about it. She readily admitted that she and Rick 
had been having a little affair for the past few months, adding that he was 
nearly seventeen and mature enough to be engaged in such activities. 

When I had had time to think things over, I began to see things in a 
different light. I realized that I was more than a little envious of the 
experiences Bernice had had. My husband had been dead for several years and 
the shortage of men in the small town where I lived had more or less made me 
give up on sex. I hadn't even thought of Rick or another boy his age as a 
possible sexual partner, and had to admit that Bernice had been more 
resourceful than I. 

And although I tried to put it out of mind, I kept recalling that scene in 
the kitchen. Days later I could still visualize the sight of Rick's sleek 
long cock, an exciting purplish red in color and fully adult in its 
dimensions. Telling myself I shouldn't think such thoughts, I nevertheless 
found myself trying to imagine what it would be like to have that good hard 
penis between my legs. 

Naturally, it wasn't long before I decided to offer Bernice some 
competition. After all, I told myself, I wasn't exactly deflowering a young 
virgin, and there was no reason why 

Bernice should own him exclusively. I really became envious when I learned 
that Rick's unsuspecting parents had permitted him to spend an entire week's 
vacation with Bernice at a cottage she had rented. That made me more 
determined than ever to see if I could seduce him. 

One afternoon when I saw him coming home from school, I decided it was time 
for me to make my move. Putting on one of my shortest skirts, hose and high 
heels and leaving off my bra, I made sure that I was carefully groomed and 
added some heavy perfume. Knowing that his parents wouldn't be home, I 
called up Rick and asked him if he'd mind coming over to do something for 
me. He sounded surprised but quickly agreed. 

I'm sure he realized what I had in mind the minute he saw me standing in the 
door. Flushed and feeling a little giddy, I smiled at him. "Come in, Rick!" 
I told him, feeling a little brazen when I realized that he had discerned 
that I was wearing no bra under my thin sweater. 

"Okay," he agreed in a pleasant voice. 

"Let's sit down on the couch," I told him. "There's something I want to talk 
to you about." 

"Whatever you like," he replied in an agreeable voice. 

I sat down beside him on the couch and crossed my legs in a manner designed 
to leave a generous amount of nylon on display. As my skirt rode up to 
reveal the darker portions of my hosiery, I could see that Rick no longer 
had any doubts about why I had asked him over. He was looking at me in an 
interested and somewhat amused manner, as if deliberately waiting for me to 
make the first move. 

"You know, Rick," I began. "I don't think Bernice is the only attractive 
woman in the neighborhood." 

"I don't either," he agreed with a smile, glancing quite candidly at my 
thighs. 

"Well?" I asked in a hopeful voice. 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you know what I like!" he replied in a 
slightly impudent voice, apparently referring to the time I had seen him in 
the kitchen with Bernice. 

It was obvious that Bernice had spoiled him, but I could see that I had 
little choice if I wanted to compete with her. By this time, there was a 
very nice lump in his thin slacks and I could hardly take my eyes off it. 

"What are you waiting for?" he asked with an amused grin on his face. 

I had always been more responsive than aggressive, and found myself 
swallowing when it became apparent that he even wanted me to take it out of 
his pants myself. I knew I was blushing furiously and my fingers were 
trembling as I reached over and unzipped his fly. A moment later my hand was 
inside his slacks and cupped around that sleek hard muscle. I pulled it out 
and found myself staring at what must have been a good eight inches of rock 
hard masculine cock. The very sight of it made me feel hot and creamy all 
over, and I could barely wait for both of us to get undressed. 

"Put it in your mouth, Sheila!" he told me in a pleasant voice. 

I had never done such a thing before, and found my heart pounding like a 
trip hammer at the very thought of having that thick masculine muscle in my 
mind. "All right," I capitulated in a husky voice. 

Blushing crimson, I dropped to my knees between his outstretched thighs. 
Gripping the base of that throbbing cock, I opened my mouth and worked it 
down over that mushroom-shaped crown. I hadn't realized it was all that big 
until I found my jaws forced open to a point that was more than a little 
uncomfortable. 

"Ah, that's great!" Rick told me in a pleased voice, leaning back on the 
couch in a manner that made clear that he intended to thoroughly enjoy being 
eaten. "Let's see how far you can get it in your mouth!" 

Although I was moaning with discomfort, I tried my best to please him by 
getting it in my mouth just as far as I could. In a moment my mouth was 
packed full with that hot, throbbing cock and I began sucking on it. My 
saliva kept forming rapidly and I had to pause every few seconds to swallow 
it. 

"You're doing great!" Rick told me in a pleased voice. "Really great!" 

Once I became accustomed to having it in my mouth, I was surprised at how 
much I enjoyed it. I was eating eight solid inches of hot cock and I loved 
it! I almost wished that Bernice would walk in on me. Twisting my head from 
side to side so that I could feel it from different angles, I knew that I 
was thoroughly wet between the legs and my breasts felt taut against my 
sweater. 

"Keep sucking it, Sheila!" Rick told me. "You're doing a beautiful job!" 

By this time, he was rocking his pelvis back and forth in response to my 
oral caresses. I knew what was going to happen sooner or later and, 
strangely enough, I found myself wanting to take his climax in my mouth 
although I had no idea what it would be like. Rick began thrusting with 
firmer strokes, really jamming his pulsating cock into my mouth. 

"Keep doing it!" he told me. "This is beautiful! You're doing great!" 

Although I was becoming quite short of breath, I was too excited to consider 
stopping even for a moment. I could sense Rick gradually losing all of his 
self-control. Suddenly he came straight up off the couch and I felt that 
warm masculine juice splashing into my mouth. It was thick and salty and 
virile and I began to think that I couldn't get enough of it. As he settled 
back down on the couch, I swallowed his semen with audible gulps and began 
licking his cock to clean him up. 

"You did a great job!" Rick told me. "Now, it's my turn next!" 

Of course, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. "Why don't we go into the 
bedroom, Rick?" I suggested. 

We quickly retreated to the bedroom where Rick seemed a little impatient to 
get started. 

"Let me undress you!" he suggested, sitting down on the side of the bed and 
pulling me down on his lap. 

"Okay," I agreed, blushing like a schoolgirl. 

My sweater quickly came off over the top of my head. I wasn't wearing a 
thing under it and I could see Rick gazing at my heavy breasts with obvious 
fascination. Knowing that I couldn't lose, I couldn't resist the temptation 
to make him compare my figure with Bernice. 

"Do you think I'm stacked as well as your other girl friend?" I asked in a 
teasing voice. 

"Better!" he admitted, casting an admiring glance at my bosom. 

Pulling up my skirt, he unsnapped my garters and proceeded to remove my 
shoes and stockings. 

"You got better legs, too!" he told me, running his hand up and down one 
hand in a firm manner that made me squirm a little. 

Reaching for the fastener of my skirt, he undid it and I lifted myself 
slightly so that he could remove it quite easily. My garter belt and panties 
quickly followed and I found myself completely naked. Rick picked me up and 
stretched me out on my back on the bed. Although I was blushing furiously, I 
kept my legs open to show him what I wanted. 

Taking off his own clothes, Rick licked his lips as he gazed at my brunette 
bush. "I can't wait to eat that cunny of yours!" he told me with a smile. 

Stripping off his shorts and revealing another nice hard-on in formation, he 
knelt on the bed at my feet and grasped my ankles. Pulling them up and back, 
he shoved my knees back until they were nearly in contact with my breasts 
and then lowered himself under my legs. Letting my bare legs dangle down his 
back, I held my breath as he leaned forward and buried his face right in my 
pussy. 

"Oh!" I let out a yell of delight when I suddenly felt his tongue going to 
work on me. 

It was readily apparent that someone, apparently Bernice, had really taught 
him how to do it! Running his tongue up and down inside my split, he quickly 
had me rocking and thrusting back and forth with breathless gasps. I had 
never felt anything like it before. When his tongue found my clitoris and 
started flicking at it with rapid stabs, I thought I would go crazy. 

"Rick, for heaven's sakes, put it in me!" I almost screamed at him. "I can't 
stand it any more I" 

Laughing in a somewhat triumphant manner, he stretched out on top of me. 
With a powerful lunge, he impaled my vagina with that magnificent cock of 
his, ramming it right in up to the hilt. I screamed and wrapped my arms and 
legs around him in a tight vise. 

"Now, you're really going to get fucked, Sheila!" he told me in a confident 
voice. 

"Go ahead!" I told him in a breathless voice, finding his vulgar language 
quite exciting. 

He began stroking back and forth on top of me with those marvelous masculine 
strokes that really made me feel like a woman. He felt powerful and virile 
and seemed to dominate me completely. Although I felt almost helpless under 
him, I worked my hips around under him with thrusts that responded to his 
forward strokes. I had almost forgotten how wonderful it could feel to have 
a big cock sliding in and out of me like that. 

"How do you like it?" Rick asked, deliberately stopping for a moment just to 
tease me. 

"It's great!" I admitted. "Give it to me, Rickie! Don't stop!" 

"Okay, you asked for it!" he replied. 

He started pumping again, this time with even more powerful strokes. At 
times I was afraid the bed was going to collapse under us. I could feel my 
climax beginning to develop and, holding on to him as tight as I could, I 
began shaking my hips just as fast as I could. By this time both of us were 
completely out of control. Rick slammed forward with a punishing thrust and 
sent his semen shooting into me. Shuddering convulsively and quite beside 
myself, I came with an almost violent climax. 

Neither of us were in any hurry to separate afterwards. From the nice kiss 
he gave me before he got off me, I could tell that Rick would be paying me 
more visits in the future. 


THE END
