Mother Knows Best
by Ken Preston


FOREWORD

Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from 
the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from 
the protective environment of the home to the sometimes frightening one of the school. And 
then comes the time when one must decide, often involuntarily, what to do with one's life.

In this frank novel, a young woman finds herself faced with changes that she was 
unprepared for. Ann Carter is young and recently widowed. The loss of her husband, 
combined with the financial insecurity caused by his untimely death, not only forces her to 
change her lifestyle, but also to substantially alter her moral code. Suddenly, she is no longer 
taken care of, but must make her own decisions and plan her own life.

MOTHER KNOWS BEST- the story of a young woman faced with change, and the decisions
she makes.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

"Fuck that cock! Come on, baby, fuck it! Don't give out on me now!"

The headboard thumped against the wall with a steady rhythm that made Ann Carter 
moan and reach for her erect clit. The sound came through the thin wall clearly, as though 
there was nothing between her and her neighbor's bed.

"You're killing me with that thing!" a woman groaned. "How come you can't get off?"

The headboard crashed even harder. Ann gave in completely to the urgings of her hot 
cunt and jammed her middle finger deep into her wet hole. She'd been listening to her 
neighbors fuck ever since she'd tumbled into bed, exhausted. There would be no sleep for her 
until the stud in the next apartment got his rocks off.

The woman's panting came faster and higher pitched. Ann's wet finger flew in and out of 
her clenching pussy.

"Why didn't you tell me you can't come when you're on the damn bottle? You never told 
me about it before I moved in with you."

"Shut up and fuck, dammit! I'm not drunk. And I can get off!

Ann lifted her knees and spread them even wider. Her shapely legs waved erratically in the
air. Her clit was up, pink and wet with her flowing pussy juice. Her heels suddenly slammed 
down on the bed.

"Oh, God!" she gasped. Her cunt walls closed like a vise around her intruding finger. She 
came so hard she doubled up, shaking, a tight ball of sexual frustration. Even though her 
orgasm was long and strong, her finger never really did it for her.

She lay gasping for breath. The night was so warm the air conditioner just rattled and 
overheated, doing nothing to cool her bedroom. The neighbor's whimpering grew so loud it 
overrode the ancient cooler. Ann didn't need this. Not after the dreary burial service for her 
husband that she'd suffered through that very afternoon. Now, listening to the stud banging 
his chick next door, she felt so lonely she wanted to cry. But there were no tears left.

"I hope he finishes before Rich gets home," Ann said out loud to herself. "He's too damn 
young to have to listen to a racket like that."

She rolled over and searched on the floor beside her bed, and found a shoe. With her 
finger still jammed deep in her cunt, she pounded on her bedroom wall.

They got the message, but she could still hear their bedsprings squeaking steadily. The 
sound buzzed inside Ann's head. She wanted to be fucked so badly! And now she had no man
of her own. She'd wake up in the morning without his long joint buried in her soft cunt. It was 
a habit she and Fred had gotten into, long before Rich was born. It was a terrific way to start 
her day-getting royally screwed every single morning.

"Why can't you be a 'morning man'?" Ann muttered to her neighbor. "At least I'd be able 
to sleep, even if it is 75 degrees in this place."

She heard the front door lock click, and in a moment the light came on in her son's 
bedroom.

"I'm glad you're home, Rich," she called out. "Come in here for a minute."

"Okay, Mom. Let me get my clothes off first. This place is like an oven tonight."

He shuffled into her bedroom, yawning and rubbing his head. He was stark naked, and 
very sweaty.

"You need a shower, Rich," she said softly, rumpling his hair.

He flopped down on the bed beside her and stretched out with a sigh. "Rough day. You all
right, Mom?"

Ann came up on one elbow, turning to face him. She held the sheet over her naked 
breasts and lay looking at her strong boy. How he was growing! Her gaze dropped to his thick
cock, jutting up out of its nest of curly hair. She sniffed. Was it her imagination, or did her 
son's dick smell like a girl's pussy?

Ann stroked his arm and murmured, "Have a date with Judy tonight?"

"Sure did. For such a young kid she's really hot!"

"And you are so old!" She playfully flipped his dick with her strong middle finger.

"Ouch!" he grinned. "Take it easy, Mom. Judy..." He broke off, hesitant to tell his mother 
too much about his date.

Ann looked at his lifting cock and bit her lip. She was having thoughts that were really 
shaking her up. He was built so much like his father! Ann was hot as a fox after listening to her
neighbors balling half the night. She was shocked at what she was thinking. She wanted to 
hold his cock and stroke it and see it grow long and hard! She knew very well what the word 
was for sex between members of the same family. Incest!

"You go get under the shower, young man. And then come back here and talk to me. I 
know the scent of pussy when I smell it."

Ann was turned on, but it still shocked her to hear herself using that word in front of her 
son. He glanced at her and covered his tool with his hand, but did as he was told. Ann lay on 
the rumpled bed, listening to the shower running. Her clit was still erect and screaming to be 
touched.

She wanted a man. Tonight! During Fred's illness it had been bad enough. Now with him 
gone forever, her pussy screamed for the feel of a long, hard cock easing inside it. But-her 
own son!

Ann lay under the damp sheet, her hand cupping her cunt. She trembled a little. She knew 
very well what she was going to do. She could not help herself. Her heart thumped in her ears.
Her mind was numbed by the erotic thoughts running through it.

"Even the cold water was warm," Rich grumbled. "How can you stand that sheet over you, 
in all this heat?"

He flopped down beside her. The weight of his body made the sheet slip down off her full 
breasts. She lay still, letting him look at her white mounds. Her nipples were stiff and hard.

"I wish Judy had boobs like yours," he murmured. He turned on his side toward her and 
put his hand over her swelling breast.

"They're not boobs, Rich. They're breasts. And you shouldn't be feeling mine the way you 
are."

She felt the tip of his cock touching her bare leg. Her pussy began to flow like a tiny 
spring. But she could not make herself stop him when he gently tugged the sheet down 
around her waist and looked at her breasts rising and falling in the soft moonlight that 
streamed through the open window.

"You are really built, Mom," he said softly. "I never noticed before."

She sighed, her hand pressing down harder between her legs. Her clit quivered under her 
hot palm. "You never felt them before, Rich," she told him. Why was her voice so low and 
throaty? His cock pressing against her trembling leg was driving her crazy!

His toes caught the sheet and tugged it down to her knees. Ann hadn't expected his move.
He caught her with her hand tucked between her legs, covering her cunt mound.

"I hope when Judy is thirty-five, like you, she has boobs-breasts-as pretty as yours." His 
hand cupped her warm mound, lifting it gently. His thumb brushed over her stiff nipple.

Ann took her hand away from her moist pussy, letting her arm fall to the bed between 
their bodies. The edge of her hand brushed against his cock. He was up! Hard! She felt his tool
pulsing against her fingers. It was impossible for her to resist her urge. Her hand turned palm 
up and slid under his erection. Her fingers closed over her son's throbbing dick.

"Rich..."

"What, Mom?"

"You are hard as a rock, you little devil!"

He grinned and squeezed her breast. Ann fully expected her rigid nipple to snap off when 
his hand pressed more firmly. He came up on one elbow, staring at her blonde muff that 
looked like it was covered with spun silver. He timidly brushed his hand over her fluff of pussy 
hair.

"It's so soft," he breathed. "Judy is still almost bare down there. But she's just a kid."

Ann's hand moved up and down against her son's rigid dick. It was wrong, she knew. But 
she could not stop her fingers from touching him, her thumb from gliding over the tip of his 
smooth cockhead, her cupped hand from holding his big balls for just a moment or two. His 
hard tool jerked in her fist. He lay back, biting his lip. His eyes watched her soft hand playing 
with him. His well-muscled chest rose and fell quickly as he breathed faster.

"Your hand feels good on me, Mom," he whispered.

Ann groaned out loud, angry with herself for being so hot. So weak-willed that she 
couldn't make herself stop playing with his young, hard dick.

"You know I shouldn't be doing this to you, Rich," she murmured. "It's not right. But I feel 
so terrible tonight. So lonely. And so hot."

His voice sounded shaky. Low, like a man's! "Jess was banging that broad he lives with, 
wasn't he?"

Ann sighed. "Yes. For hours. The sound drove me right up the wall."

She gave in to her urge to jack her boy off. Her fingers closed around his prick. Her fist 
moved up and down, slowly, steadily. She felt his body stiffen and move closer to her. She 
rolled on her side, and held his cock up straight, staring at his stiff tool in the moonlight that 
now seemed brighter than ever. Her slim leg moved up over his. She felt his fingers brush, 
ever so lightly, over her soft bush of cunt hair.

"Touch me, Rich," she breathed. "It's all right. I want you to. Slide your hand between my 
legs."

Ever so slowly, ever so hesitantly, his fingers moved down over her wet pussy. His hand 
closed over her cunt. His middle finger trembled between her hot cunt lips, pressing just 
enough to make her shake and catch her breath.

Ann could not believe her ears! The things she was saying to her own boy!

"Use two fingers, Rich. Spread my pussy lips a little. Yes... now... move your middle finger 
up a little. There! Right there. Oh, God, what am I... oh, yes. Yesyesyes! Move it back and forth. 
Just like that. Ummmmmm. It feels heavenly!"

His cock grew hard as a steel pole under her teasing fingers. His pre-cum fluid poured out 
of the slit in the tip of his dickhead. She covered his rigid tool with his juice, her hand sliding 
up and down, squeezing, teasing, toying with her boy's throbbing, jerking cock.

"You are almost as big as Fred was, Rich. You must have seven inches, already!"

"Yeah. I guess so, Mom."

His voice came out in a strained croak. He coughed, but whatever words he wanted to say 
stuck in his dry throat, imprisoned by his desire to fuck his own mother. His heart thudded 
against his ribs. He licked his dry lips. His finger slipped down, down into the slick softness of 
his mother's cunthole.

Ann moaned and lifted her knees a little. Her hips quivered up off the bed. The springs 
creaked with tiny protests against her sensuous movements. Her cunt was on a trip of its own!
It was fucking back at his intruding finger. Without shame. Without hesitation. With lust for 
the exciting touch of her own boy's probing finger!

"Your cock is so hard, Rich! So big!"

His hand pushed her knee straight up. Her cunt opened like a spring flower to the touch of
his fingers. They slid up and down-her quivering pussy slit, dragging up over her flaming clit, 
dipping deep into her hole. Her hips would not stay still.

"God, forgive me!" Ann muttered. She knew she was going to suck his cock. It was 
impossible to resist her urge to hold him in her mouth. She sat up and turned. Her juicy pussy 
was right in front of his mouth as he lay on his side on her rumpled bed. The tip of his 
twitching cock pointed straight at her parted lips.

Her tongue stole out. It swept over his swollen cockhead in one quick motion. Her hand 
brushed over his hip, as though to hold him, to keep his hard dick from escaping her bed. She
inched closer to him. His head came to rest on her warm, open thigh. Her son's tongue slid 
deep between her cunt lips at the same moment her mouth closed over his pulsing erection. 
Both their bodies trembled.

Ann lifted her leg. Her hips moved toward him. Her mouth opened wide. His cock slid all 
the way in. His tongue probed into her sweet-tasting pussy. Her head moved slowly back and 
forth. Her strong tongue licked and swirled around on his dicktip, then down his hard shaft. 
He grew unbelievably hard in her sucking mouth.

His hands slid under her. Lifting her, he brought her cunt up over his face. Her folded legs 
pressed against the sides of his body. Ann settled her pussy down slowly, catching her breath 
as her boy's long tongue slid far into her clenching hole.

Ann was lost! Every inhibition seemed to have vanished like a tiny puff of smoke. Her head
bobbed up and down. His rigid cock slid in and out of her sucking mouth. Her hands closed 
around him. The sound of his mouth, licking and pulling on her clit drove her wild with lust!

Ann's nerves were so tight she could not come. She didn't want to come. She wanted this 
to go on, and on and on. All night. She lay on top of him, his cock buried deep in her mouth. 
Her hips dragged her pussy from side to side, brushing her clit over his open lips.

Pushing his tongue in and out of her cunthole, he worked on her pussy with the same 
loving touches as his father had. And in her mouth, his cock felt and tasted exactly like her 
husband's.

Little wheels clicked and meshed in Ann's mind. A hazy fog spread over her vision. She 
rolled off him and lay on her back, her knees lifted and spread.

"Put it in me, Fred," she whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me."

Rich looked at her pale face. Her closed eyes. Her parted lips. Her breasts rising and falling 
with little tremors. Her open, wet cunt.

"Mom-"

"I want you, Fred. I want to feel you inside me. Hold me. Feel my breasts. Suck on my 
nipples..." Her voice went on. Low. Soft. Urgently whispering to him. He groaned out loud and 
rolled over onto her. His arms slid under her trembling body. Unguided, his rigid cock moved 
into her wet hole. Ann shuddered. Her legs lifted, crossed over his back and pulled him tightly 
to her. His cock sank to the very bottom of his mother's cunt.

Rich lay on her. He felt her pussy flutter around his rock-hard cock. Her stiff nipples 
burned into his bare chest.

"Perfect! Perfect! So wonderful. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Rich groaned and screwed his mother faster and faster. He had come twice earlier, while 
humping Judy's little peach-fuzz pussy. Although he was very wrong, he felt he could fuck all 
the rest of the night without coming. His rigid tool glided smoothly, drawing almost all the 
way out of her, sinking in, into her sheath.

Ann's hips rolled under him, urging him on. Her nails raked down his back. Her fingers dug
into the cheeks of his ass. She whimpered and panted under him, fucking him, releasing her 
long pent-up desire to feel her cunt snuggling around a hard tool.

Without warning, Rich's cock erupted a flashing jet of cum. Ann felt it hit the bottom of 
her cunthole. She wailed and clutched him to her. His jerking dick poured his agonized load of
white-hot cum into her pussy hole.

Ann's teeth closed on his shoulder. She bit him hard, her hips wrenching and slamming 
her cunt mound against the base of his hard tool. Her climax made the room spin madly 
around and around. Dimly she heard someone pounding on her bedroom wall, then the 
sound of creaky bedsprings.

They lay, sweat soaked, in each other's arms, listening to their neighbor wildly fucking his 
woman. Listening to her gasping and groaning, her urgent please for him to come in her 
pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly, Rich's cock grew softer. She could not bear to let him go. They 
drifted off to sleep, side by side, her soft hand holding his wet cock.

CHAPTER TWO

Ann turned the air conditioner in her Ford up to its highest speed and tilted the vents so 
the cooler air blew on her perspiring face. The freeway traffic inched along, as 
homeward-bound drivers snarled at each other in the bumper-to-bumper rush out of Los 
Angeles.

Now the slowly moving line of cars stopped completely. Ann rested her head against the 
top of the steering wheel. She was dog-tired and sweaty, discouraged, after a no-luck day of 
tracking down the want-ads for secretaries.

No one wants to hire a thirty-five-year-old widow. Even if I do have a nice set of tits. Every 
son of a bitch wants an empty-headed, hot-cunted dumb chick to bang around the office, she
thought.

Ann sighed. At last the accident up ahead was cleared, and the line of cars moved faster. 
As hot as it would be in her apartment, she yearned for a cool shower and a nap on her big 
bed. Obeying a sudden impulse, she swerved into a shopping center near her freeway exit and
trotted into the coolness of a huge supermarket.

She paused for a moment beside the tail figure of the store manager, who was standing 
just inside the door. Her eyes swept the rows of signs, looking for the hardware department.

"Where can I find those little rubber cups?" she asked him. "You know, the kind you put 
under the feet of a bed to keep it from rolling against the wall and banging in the night?"

He looked at her for a long moment. His eyes boldly stared at her full breasts. He grinned 
as she blushed faintly.

"Bed-restraining cups, for active lovers, are in aisle 13," he said, smiling. "May I show you?"

"Never mind. Thanks anyway, I'll find them." She could feel his eyes on her rounded ass 
cheeks as she walked away. In spite of herself, she smiled. She could still interest a man with 
her body. She doubted the store manager cared much about her mind.

After Ann had parked in the narrow slot underneath the apartment building, she wearily 
trudged up the steps to her second-floor unit. The drapes were open behind the big front 
window of the stud's living room. Ann glanced in as she walked by, and suddenly stumbled. 
He was standing, looking out of his window, sipping from a can of beer. His old, ragged, Levi 
cut-offs were so short she could see the pink tip of his cock hanging out! He rapped against 
the window with the can, and motioned to her.

"Hey, care for a cool beer? Come on in. June!" he said, raising his voice. "Bring a beer for 
our neighbor."

Ann stepped into the big room, grateful for its coolness. He sat down on the arm of an 
overstuffed chair, smiling cheerfully at her. It was hard for Ann to not keep looking at his wide 
cockhead, sticking out and pointing straight at her.

"We've never met formally. I'm Jess Ellis. June's my chick. Hey, honey, get in here with that 
brew!"

"Couldn't find the bottle opener," the slim brunette apologized to Ann. She sat in Jess' 
chair, flinging her bare legs over the arm. Her thin pool robe slid up her leg. The top of the 
robe parted. Ann could see the swell of the girl's breasts and the tan line that ran low over the
curves of her mounds, just above her nipples.

His eyes traveled over her figure as he chatted with Ann. She noticed his obvious approval 
of her silky blonde hair, and her deep blue eyes. Faint color blushed her cheeks as he stared at
her breasts, and down over her flat stomach to her crotch. She crossed her legs. Her skirt slid 
up. He smiled and casually dropped his arm around June's shoulder. As they talked, his fingers
dipped under her robe and cupped one full breast. June shifted in the chair. Now Ann could 
see her furry pussy. It was covered with a wealth of tight brown curls. And they were moist!

Remembering her purchase, Ann suddenly reached in her purse and handed Jess the 
packaged set of rubber cups. "If you put those under your bed, and keep it from hitting the 
wall, I won't bang my shoe tonight."

Her cheeks grew pink as he laughed without embarrassment. June smiled and pressed his 
hand tightly to her bare tit. Her robe opened even more.

"And don't drink so damn much tonight," June told Jess. "I still say it keeps you from 
gettin' off!"

The beer was getting to Ann. She hadn't eaten all day. Leaning back in her chair, she 
began to relax. They seemed like very friendly, casual people. Now that the ice was broken 
and the talk had turned to sex, Ann stared hotly at his protruding cockhead.

"You look beat, Ann," June suddenly said. "How about a shower with me? I have to get the 
pool chlorine off my skin."

She reached for Ann's hand and tugged her along to the bathroom before Ann could get 
her thoughts together enough to protest. She sat on the pot, sipping her beer, watching June 
adjust the water temperature. Then June turned to Ann and smiled, dropping her robe.

"Last one in's a rotten egg." She smiled cheerfully. Her hands brushed over her breasts, 
pinching her nipples. She ducked behind the shower curtain and called out, "Come on, Ann. 
Get naked!"

Putting the beer can on top of the toilet, Ann undressed, timidly pushed the curtain aside 
and stepped into the shower. She had never bathed with a woman before. She felt hot, for 
some strange reason. Quick images of Jess' cocktip zipped through her mind.

She looked at June soaping her body, her cunt hair a high mound of white suds. June 
reached for her, rubbing the soapy washcloth over Ann's full breasts.

"Nice," June murmured. "You have beautiful tits, hon." The washcloth slipped out of her 
hand. Her wet, soapy palms covered Ann's rising nipples. In a moment, Ann felt June's warm 
hand slip between her legs. "We give first-class service around here." June smiled.

Ann stood very still, spreading her feet apart a little. She let June wash her pussy, her 
nipples hardening and starting to ache with the sudden wave of excitement that surged 
through her.

God, but I'm horny, she said to herself. I never dreamed another woman's hand would feel 
so good on my cunt.

Ann's mouth opened. Her tongue flicked nervously over her red lips. Little charges of 
electricity kept zipping through her. She realized June was concentrating on her clit, but 
instead of objecting, Ann saw her hands reach out for June's slim body. As though in a horny 
dream, she drew the girl closer to her.

"You can hold me down there if you want to," June whispered.

The two women stood breast to breast. Their nipples touched. Not since she and her sister
had fooled around as little kids, had Ann's hand cupped a pussy. June knew just where to slide
her fingers. She found every secret turn-on place in Ann's quivering cunt.

"I don't know if you go for girls," June whispered. "But I do!"

Ann bit her lip. The words stuck in her throat. Her pussy responded eagerly to the probing 
of June's slim fingers. She found herself hotly fingerfucking the girl, marveling at her sudden 
urge to feel June all over, just like her own body was being explored.

They clung together under the streaming water, their nipples rigid and tingling. Ann's hips 
moved against the pressure of a finger easing into her hole. Her clit swelled and began 
clamoring to be squeezed and tugged on.

"Oh, God but I'm hot!" Ann managed to gasp. "Can't... can't we go lie down somewhere? 
My knees are shaky."

June quickly turned off the water and led Ann down the short hall to the bedroom. Ann 
gasped in shock! Jess lay naked on the bed, jacking his stiff cock with one hand and waving 
his beer can at her with the other.

June pushed Ann down onto the bed and dove between her legs.

Ann's sharp explosive gasp made Jess toss his beer can on the floor and roll to his side. He
lay watching June eat Ann's pussy. He stroked his hard tool and smiled.

His hand reached out and grasped Ann's fingers. He put her hand around his shaft. She 
moaned and lifted her knees even higher. June burrowed her head between Ann's legs, licking
furiously on her flaming hot clit.

Seconds later, Jess grunted in surprise. Ann was coming already! Her hand gripped his 
cock as though his was the last dick left on earth. Ann's other hand held June's head down 
between her shaking legs. She wiggled her pussy against the girl's sucking mouth as she slid 
from one quick climax straight into another.

"You are one hell of a hot female," Jess murmured. "And you're a widow, now."

June lifted her head, her mouth and chin wet with Ann's pussy juice. "You gotta do all your
homework before I let you out to play." She grinned at her lover.

Ann could not make herself let go of his throbbing cock. Her eyes pleaded silently with 
him. June backed away, grinning from ear to ear. Her face was flushed with excitement. She 
perched on the side of the bed, fingering her erect clit, watching Jess move over between 
Ann's legs.

His wide cockhead opened her wet lips. The entrance to her pink tunnel quivered open 
and shut, snapping at his cock. She moaned as he moved into her. The second his hard tool 
touched bottom, something snapped in Ann's mind.

"Fuck my cunt!" she shouted harshly. "Fuck it! Fuck it!"

June's eyes grew round with surprise. She had thought of herself as a pretty hot piece of 
ass, but Ann put her way in the shade. The woman's breasts were jiggling as she fucked 
furiously with Jess. His back grew red with the long tracks of her raking nails. Her fists thudded
against his ribs, urging him to screw her. Faster!

The bed rolled around on the uncarpeted floor, ending up against the wall. The headboard
thumped hard against the plasterboard. Ann's driving hips screwed his iron-hard tool with 
long, shuddering sweeps. Her heels drummed on the mattress. Her ass lifted. She bit his neck. 
Her pussy lips formed a perfect "O" of pleasure around his cockshaft.

"Come! Come in me! I have to feel it!" she panted.

June smiled. Here was where Ann would get a real disappointment. She knew he wasn't 
going to come. Not with all that beer in him.

But wait! Ann was whimpering! A high-pitched, gasping trill of supreme joy. June stared at 
her lover's cock, jerking and shooting his hot load into the woman's clenching cunthole. what 
the hell! She'd made him come! In almost nothing flat, compared to how long he humped 
June before he got his gun.

"God damn!" June muttered.

"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop now. Keep fucking me. Go! Go!" Ann bit his ear. His neck. 
His shoulder. Her nails dug sharply into his ass cheeks. He jumped, but he dove into her with 
even harder thrusts.

"I don't believe this!" June said. "You always roll off me and huff and puff after you come. 
Jess. Jess! Hey, stud. Save some of that hard cock for me."

He waved a hand at her. "You'll get yours later. This female needs to be fucked, but good. 
Her cunt about tears my cock out by its roots!"

Ann clung to him. She panted as he slammed into her, and then eased his pace a little, 
then rammed solidly into her drenched cunt again.

June was so hot she could not just sit idly beside Ann's sweating body and merely diddle 
her pussy. She pushed Jess back, making him come up on his knees while he kept screwing 
Ann's slippery snatch. She bent over. Her mouth found Ann's protruding clit. She tugged it up 
into her mouth, and then licked his wet cockhead as it slipped out.

Ann's hand whipped down to her pussy. Her hand held his shaft tightly against her clit. 
She raked her pussy slit up and down. She tried so hard to come that her climax stayed back 
in the shadows of the room, just out of reach.

Her fingers pushed his rigid tool back into her snatch. Ann reached for June's legs, 
spreading them, pulling her cunt up over her mouth. She sucked so hard on the slim girl's clit 
that June yelped like a kicked puppy. But she jammed her cunt down over Ann's mouth and 
squeezed her legs around her perspiring body.

Ann licked and sucked and swallowed June's hotly flowing cunt juice. Her finger rubbed 
back and forth over her own clit. She kept trying to come, but the harder she tried, the more 
her orgasm eluded her.

Ann began to sniffle and sob, her hands falling to the torn-up bedsheet. Her mouth pulled
away from June's hot pussy. Her hips slowed their frantic jerking. She lay still, hotly crying.

"Back away, baby," Jess commanded June. "Can't you see she's slipping out of it? She's got
to come or pass out. Out like a cheap light bulb."

He fucked her, long and slow. His thumb teased her clit. She moaned and slowly began to 
stiffen her body.

"She's gonna make it, honey," June whispered. "Keep humping her. Stay with it! Any 
second now!"

Ann's eyes snapped open. Her gaze was wild... unfocused. Her hands gripped his 
shoulders. Her cunt closed like a vise around his rod.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" she groaned.

"Jesus Christ! I'm coming again!" Jess snorted. "Oh damn! It hurts. Hurrrtttsss!"

He fell back, his red cock spurting in the air. June fell on him, jamming his rod into her wet 
hole. She got in five fast strokes, and gave a long, shuddering moan. Her climax doubled her 
up, making her fall against Ann. The two women slid off the bed and fell to the wood floor, 
clutching each other.

After a long while, June stirred and lurched to her feet, holding onto the bed. She 
collapsed on the sweaty sheet, curling up in a tiny ball.

Jess helped Ann to her feet and walked her down the hall to the bathroom, his strong arm 
around her slim waist. Her aching breasts bobbled and swayed. She let him push her under 
the cold shower and stood gratefully under the rushing stream.

He went down on his knees, pulling her toward him. His mouth nestled over her tender 
cunt. He licked her clit softly, very gently. Ann shook from head to toe, crouching down and 
opening her legs so he could get every inch of her pussy in his mouth.

He brought her off twice before he would let her turn the water off and stagger to the 
living room. She tumbled onto the long sofa and lay with her arms and legs outflung.

Jess knelt beside her. His hand lifted her full breast. His fingertips played softly with her 
erect nipple,. Her clit found its way back under his strong tongue. Ann lay quietly, thrilling to 
the ecstatic twinges of joy that her clit sent rippling out through her body.

"Jess," Ann whispered. "I owe you the longest apology in the world. Listening to you 
fucking June, last night, I thought you were just a dumb stud pussy-humper. But you're not. 
You are a real lover."

He looked up at her misty eyes. "And I live right next door!" He smiled.

"Can you handle two cock-crazy females?" she asked.

June plunked down on the sofa beside Ann. "He probably thinks he can. And maybe so. 
With you, he ain't like he is with me. That's for sure."

She playfully rumpled his hair. "whew! Haven't come so often, or so hard, since I lost my 
cherry. You are good for us, Ann. And you are beautiful. And horny! And I'm going to suck 
your pussy again. I have to. Have to!"

She pushed Jess back and lifted Ann's legs, draping them over her shoulders. Her hands 
slid under Ann's firm ass cheeks, pulling her cunt up to the edge of the cushion. She sat 
cross-legged, and ate Ann's tender pussy. One hand reached out for Jess. She jacked his 
hardening cock until he grunted and grabbed for her hand.

June lay back on the floor, looking at Jess's stiff rod coming straight at her open cunthole.

"If you'll excuse us, Ann. This man wants to fuck me."

Ann didn't mind in the least. She had had it. Temporarily. When she had struggled back 
into her clothes, she turned from the doorway to look at Jess fucking June's tight bush of 
curls. She'd see them again. Very soon.

And listen to June's panting, tonight.

CHAPTER THREE

The comfortable leather chair felt like a heavenly cloud under Ann. She stretched out and 
slipped her tired feet out of her high heels. The office of Fashion House was strangely 
deserted, but Ann didn't mind. The house ad for a secretary was the last one she was going to 
check on today.

The receptionist's desk was littered with hastily scribbled notes and piles of orders stacked 
in loose heaps. The door to the inner office was firmly closed.

Ann relaxed and looked around the unusual room. Very lifelike manikins stood in groups 
of twos and threes against the walls. She could see right through the sheer lingerie and 
appreciate the designer's work on the models. Their breasts jutted out. Their hips were slim, 
their legs long and shapely. Some of the figures even had cunt hair pasted on, under the 
see-through panties.

The office smelled so good Ann sniffed eagerly. Pine! That's what it was. The scent of a 
vast pine forest. The background music drifting to her ears was underlaid with the sounds of 
birds chirping. Sitting with her eyes closed, it wasn't hard to imagine that she was lying on a 
soft pile of autumn leaves, with her naked legs open. And a man was bending over her, 
holding a huge cock in his hand, stroking it up hard and ready to put it into--God, what was 
happening to her? She was turning in to a real nympho. She hadn't been able to get Jess and 
June out of her mind. Her cunt tingled, still.

She heard the office door open and sat up quickly. The young receptionist grinned 
cheerfully at her and plunked down on her chair behind the littered desk.

"Secretary job?" O.K. Fill this out. Paul... ah... Mr. Alan can see you shortly."

She ran her fingers through her messed-up hair, pushing a stray curl back into place. Only 
one fastened button kept her silk blouse from falling wide open. Just before she'd sat down, 
Ann had glimpsed the row of deep wrinkles running horizontally across her skirt. If it hadn't 
been pushed up hard, and the young chick hadn't had her pussy sucked royally in that inner 
office, Ann told herself, she was the Virgin Mary!

"I was... ah... taking a letter. Yes. That sounds good. I was taking a letter from Mr. Alan," she
said, giggling a little. Her impish smile made Ann cheer up and plow through the long 
application a little faster.

At least, this boss already has his young, dumb cunt to bang around in his office. Maybe I'll
actually get the job as a secretary, Ann thought to herself.

She was shown into his luxurious office and sat in a huge upholstered chair opposite his 
desk, while the handsome executive finished a phone call.

Clark Gable ears, Ann thought. But is he ever handsome! Neat mustache. Real dark 
bedroom eyes. Marvelous tan. And those shoulders!

She shifted in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her slim legs. Her breasts moved 
enticingly under her sheer blouse. She wished she had pulled her bra a bit tighter. His eyes 
rested on her chest while he walked. She could feel her nipples becoming stiff. Damn! He 
would be sure to see her twin points sticking straight out at him.

He hung up the phone and stood up, reaching across his wide desk to hold her hand for 
one delicious moment. It was warm. Firm. Her nipples went rigid.

"I'm Paul Alan, head of Fashion House." He sat down to study her application.

Ann sat quietly, closing her eyes. His voice had made her skin break out in a quick rash of 
goosebumps. He might as well have said, "Lie down on my desk and we'll fuck." No man she 
had ever heard speak to her turned her on so fast!

He put the paper down and came around his desk to stride up and down his office, 
rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. Ann's eyes went straight to his crotch. Her heart 
thudded in her ears. He had a bulge such as she had never seen!

"What I am interested in isn't just a secretary... ah... Ann? Ann. There isn't that much letter 
writing. Most of our business is done through catalogues, or group meetings in our 
conference room. I need someone to be my right hand. A mature woman. Unflighty. 
Unpregnant! Dependable."

"I'm all of the above," Ann smiled. She was determined to land this job. She was willing to 
work for free, just to be near the magnetic charm of the man.

"Also..." he paused, looking at her keenly. "I need a lingerie model. Your figure is perfect, I 
think. With clothes on I really can't-" Ann found her fingers already fumbling at the row of 
buttons on her blouse. She nervously jerked her hand down.

"Our class of buyers are very well-to-do. And their mistresses, or wives, are picky as hell. A 
model like you would prove, without any doubt, that mature women would look like heaven in
silk."

He stopped and sat on the edge of his desk. His feet almost touched hers.

"The job is open. We can discuss salary. I'm sure you are qualified for the office work. Your 
application tells me you had the experience before your marriage. And it says that your 
husband... ah... died?"

Ann nodded.

"Then we have only your qualifications for the modeling end of the job to clear up. Would 
you mind?"

Ann slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes holding on his tanned face. She slipped it off, 
and stood up to push her skirt down. He was so close to her he could have nipped her erect 
nipple, if he had opened his mouth. He did not move away.

Her trembling fingers fumbled with the catch on her skirt. It slid down. His glance flicked 
to the blonde muff hiding under her silken panties, then up to her swaying breasts as she 
slowly lowered her bra. Ann took a deep, shaky breath and stood still in front of him.

Her eyes strayed to his crotch. Was his bulge growing bigger? Or was it her hot 
imagination?

Her fingers slipped between the elastic band of her panties and her soft flesh. She pushed 
them down very slowly. Every cunt hair bristled out, standing up as though charged with a 
thousand volts. She eased the silk down her legs, gracefully stepping out of the damp panties.

To her surprise, he got down on his knees and peered closely at her pussy. His warm hands
touched her thighs, pushing her gently down into the chair. He lifted her legs, opening her 
pussy to his intent gaze.

He nodded to himself, satisfied about something that puzzled Ann. His fingers moved over
her silky pussy hair. He marveled to himself at its softness and how her cunt lips held together,
even though her legs were spread wide.

"I hate women whose cunts look like they'd been upholstered by an ape. You know, wild 
mats of hair growing up their stomachs and down their thighs. But you... your pussy is 
absolutely beautiful!"

Ann said just three words. "Yes! Do it!"

He moved closer to her. His soft hands slid under her bottom. He lifted her up toward his 
mouth. He knelt, staring at her open cunt. With a soft sigh, he leaned over. His tongue tip 
flicked over the very tip of her exposed, pink clit.

"Ummmmmm."

Her involuntary purr made his tanned face turn a shade darker. Her fingers opened her 
cunt lips. She was wet. Hot. Her cunthole fluttered open and shut, signalling her intense 
readiness to be eaten.

Ann's hand stole around the back of his head. His mouth settled over her hot pussy. He 
licked up and down her open slit, making her whole body quiver in anticipation.

She bent over slightly, stroking her fingers through his wavy hair, murmuring soft words of
encouragement. While moving her pussy closer to his mouth she stroked his head and bent 
over lower, to nibble his ear.

"That feels so good," she whispered. "Heavenly! No one has ever sucked my pussy the way
you do, Paul."

His first name just slipped out. When she heard her own voice, Ann bit her lip for a quick 
moment. She hardly knew the man. And yet she was loving him with her pussy, nibbling on 
him and stroking him, while this stranger sucked her flaming hot cunt. It wasn't possible, but 
she felt as though she had been in love with him for a long, long time. Yet she hadn't even 
seen his cock.

"Paul," Ann whispered. "I... I'm going to come. Awfully quickly. I... I get kind of wild when I 
climax..." His fingers dug into her firm ass. His mouth sucked more hotly. Her nails dug into 
the shoulders of his expensive suit. She began to quiver, to grind her cunt against his mouth. 
Her body tensed. He was like a coiled spring, kneeling on his soft rug between her open legs, 
waiting to feel her climax rip through her shaking body.

"Ummmmmm. Oh. Oh. Oh!"

Her knees tried to come together. Her hips snapped forward. Her fingers twisted in his 
hair. He held her tightly while she rocked back and forth in his big chair. His tongue slid deep 
into her hole, a willing prisoner inside her pussy, as her cunt clamped down and held him 
while her tense muscles quivered under the impact of her orgasm.

Slowly, she released him. He got to his feet, pulling her up with him. His arms went around
her neck. Their mouths met. Her tongue flicked over his soft lips. Their kiss was long, 
passionate. She could taste her pussy in his mouth. Her fingers fumbled at his zipper.

"Yes. Yes. Take my cock out. I want to feel your soft hands holding me."

The sound of his sexy voice turned Ann on so much she grew impatient with her efforts to 
get his fly open. His fingertips brushed over her stiff nipples. Finally she got his zipper pushed 
down and slid her hand inside his trousers.

"Oh! Oh, my!"

Her voice was low. Shocked. Ann looked down at the huge cock lying on her upturned 
palm. While she hotly stared at it, it grew longer, thicker, heavier! She put both her hands 
under his cock, feeling the strength of him. Feeling his cock grow so long she involuntarily 
took a step backwards. Never had she seen such a monster hard-on!

He moved her toward his desk top. His strong hands held her legs up and open. He lifted 
his heavy tool and placed it's wide head against her slippery cunt. Her fingers opened her lips 
and guided his cockhead to the entrance of her tunnel.

"You... you won't hurt me, will you, Paul? It's so... so awfully big!"

He looked down at his throbbing cock easing into her pussy. Their heads bumped. Ann 
was looking down, too, fascinated by the way her cunt was opening for him. Her pussy lips 
tucked in around his shaft as he slid into her. He didn't rush. Didn't hurt her. But he was firmly 
persistent. He worked his hips, easing back and forth. Little by little she took him in, biting her 
lip.

"Aaaaahhh! Oh, God! I'm packed so full," she whispered.

Now she had all of him. He stood still, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. She 
arched her back, rubbing her aching nipples against his chest. She was almost afraid to move 
very much. She might break in two if his cock should spread her cuntwalls open any wider.

"You can't be very comfortable, Ann," he said softly. "This desk top isn't-"

"No! No, don't take your cock out of me. I... I'm all right."

She lifted her legs, hooking her heels on the edge of his immense desk. Her movement 
made her cunt tighten around his long shaft. Ann moaned. She leaned back a bit.

"Fuck me, Paul. Slowly. Fuck me. And kiss me. Your mouth makes me so hot I could melt 
and run down all over your desk."

He moved in and out of her. He fucked her very slowly and tenderly, brushing his lips over 
hers. She quivered. Her pussy closed around his cock so firmly he groaned.

"Tight. You are so damn tight!" he murmured. "I can't believe it."

Her voice came out low and throaty. "I exercise every day. I practice closing my pussy 
tightly. My... my muscles must be stronger than I realized. Do you want me to try to relax a 
little more?"

"No! Hell, no! I haven't felt such a tight cunt since I was fifteen and had my first woman. 
Girl. She was cherry, too."

Ann's hot mind flashed to her son. She could almost see him fucking Judy. Maybe he took 
Judy's virginity. They would have to talk about that, but just now--The desk was so hard Ann 
couldn't really fuck the way she wanted to. But she didn't want to let him go. She knew he 
would gladly take her to any hotel in the city. But that would mean letting him escape from 
her clutching pussy. Then she would be empty. Hungrier than ever for the feel of him. She 
sensed his concern for her.

Their foreheads touched again. Their eyes watched his slick, wet cock easing in and out of 
her pink cuntflesh. Ann sighed a deep, long, trembly sigh. It was going to be sheer heaven, 
working with this man. She knew she would do anything he asked. Instantly. Without 
question.

"I can't come, Paul. I don't know why. How... how about you?"

He kissed her and leaned back to look into her misty blue eyes. "Come! I wasn't thinking 
about coming. Not at all. I don't want to have to stop making love with you. And I might, if I 
came."

"Might?"

He looked at her flushed face, smiling. "You haven't been around much, have you, Ann? 
Not all men lose their erections after their climax. Usually I keep right on going."

"Oh!"

Her voice was shaky with her excitement. High pitched. Like a little schoolgirl getting 
fucked for the first time. She felt young! So good she wanted to shout out loud. She felt lucky 
to have found Paul, so soon after Fred died.

She heard the click of the office door and glanced nervously over his shoulder. A tall, 
handsome man was coming into the office, unannounced! She stared at him, freezing in 
midstroke. Paul looked over his shoulder and grinned cheerfully.

"Hello, son. Come in. Come in."

Ann found herself looking at a younger version of the man standing between her legs. She
blushed furiously, but her hands still gripped Paul's waist.

"Sorry about barging in on you, Dad. I didn't know-" Paul eased his rigid cock out of her 
wet pussy. He helped her off his desk and gestured to her to put her clothes on. He was not 
the least upset nor shy about having been caught fucking a hot woman on his desk. Ann 
guessed the bond between father and son was very strong.

Ann took her time getting dressed. Maybe if she stalled long enough she would be able to
get that beautiful cock back between her legs again.

Paul sat down at his desk, not bothering to put his hard cock away. He shuffled through a 
stack of papers and grunted. "Here it is. The Morgan order. Biggest we've landed yet. I want 
you to follow this through the mill. All the way. Be sure he gets exactly what he ordered. Those
assholes in shipping..."

"Dad..."

"Oh, yes. Sorry. Ann, this is my son. Ted, meet Ann Carter, my new secretary and 
right-hand woman."

Ted's hand was just as warm and strong as his father's. He sat down and chatted with her 
as casually as though they'd met at a luncheon table.

He's so cool! Ann thought to herself. And he likes me. I know it.

The bra kept slipping out of her fingers as she struggled to get it snapped behind her 
back. Ted moved quickly behind her and hooked the catch for her. Then he settled her breasts
in her bra cups, the same way she did when she dressed by herself. His touch was warm. 
Quick. But impersonal. It was plain that he regarded her as his father's woman. Ann pouted a 
little. For a moment, she'd had an impulsive, mad wish for a two-cock sex party. If not now, 
maybe later, she thought. She was sure that the young man, who must be around twenty 
years old, was hung like his father. He had to be.

Ann buttoned her blouse, watching Paul and Ted putting their heads together over the 
long order form. Ted was a small puzzle to her. He was so cool. Not indifferent to her, just 
courteous and slightly formal. He hadn't tried to feel her up. Not that she would have stopped
him. She reasoned that beautiful bodies were things he saw every working day. He must assist 
the catalogue photographers--maybe even hire some of the models. He might be a hard man 
to get to. But she had her sights set on him, too.

Ted shook her hand again and left the office with the order tucked in his shirt pocket. She 
looked expectantly at Paul. He smiled and stood up behind his desk. He put his cock inside his
fly and zipped up, smiling at her pretty pout.

"Suppose you come back and check in around ten tomorrow morning. We have a million 
details to cover on routine business. And about a show that's upcoming. Buyers' meeting to 
be held here. Until tomorrow..." Ann kissed him. Lightly. "Until tomorrow."

She floated out of the office, not even glancing at the receptionist, who glared at her back.
Ann wandered down the long polished hall, her mind busy with a dozen disconnected 
thoughts. Her pussy was so wet and hot she knew if she got in her car and drove home now, 
she'd probably crack it up on the freeway, playing with her unsatisfied pussy.

She ducked into the rest room. Only one thought was on her mind now. To get off. She 
was making a big mistake!

CHAPTER FOUR

Ann made a beeline for the nearest throne in the small, two-stall washroom. She sat down 
and quickly slid her panties down around her ankles. The moment her finger found her erect 
clit, she began to shiver.

"Um! So good. So good," she moaned.

Her nerves swept her along toward a terrific climax. She leaned back, spreading wide. Her 
strong middle finger flew in and out of her slick pussy hole. Her feet did a little ecstatic dance 
on the hard tile floor.

Just as she started to come, the stall door flew open! Ann stared up into the angry face of 
Paul Alan's receptionist. Before she could move an inch, the girl stepped into the stall and 
slapped Ann across her face.

"You bitch," she hissed. "You were fucking my man! My boss! My cock!"

She grabbed Ann by the shoulders and dragged her to her feet, shaking her. Salty tears 
ran down the young girl's face. She slammed Ann against the wall and her fingers again left 
their red imprint on the older woman's white cheek.

Stunned and confused, Ann instinctively struck back. Her open hand smashed against the 
angry girl's face. The receptionist staggered back, her eyes round with surprise. Then she 
lunged for Ann and grabbed her by the hair.

Ann's legs were trapped by the silk panties around her ankles. She lost her balance and fell
to the floor, dragging the screaming girl down with her.

They rolled out of the stall, tumbling around on the tile, tearing each other's clothes.

"He belongs to me. To Kim Clark. Me! Dammit! You can't have him!"

Ann caught Kim's arm, slamming it down on the floor. She was bigger and stronger, and 
now almost as angry as Paul's office girl. Kim's watch shattered into a dozen pieces that 
tinkled in a metallic shower, scattering over the floor.

"Damn you!" Kim shrieked. "Now look what you've done. That watch was a gift to me from
Paul!"

Her hand ripped Ann's blouse and jerked her bra away from her breasts. Her nails 
scratched over Ann's stomach and tore her skirt. Ann heaved her body up over the struggling 
girl and fell on her. She held her wrists in an iron grip and forced Kim's arms up over her head.
Her knee rammed against Kim's cunt.

"Wait. Wait a minute," Ann panted. "Jesus! Stop this insane fighting. I don't want to take 
Paul away from you. Or anyone. I just need a job."

Kim lay sobbing under Ann's weight. Her pretty pink nipples stood straight up from her 
heaving bosom. Her cunt moved up and down against Ann's knee, as she struggled to break 
loose. She slowly fell back down on the hard tile, panting and sobbing.

"Kim, you've got to believe me. That just happened. In Paul's office. You know how horny 
he is. And how handsome. And I... well, I needed a man. Terribly."

The girl looked up at Ann's face. She blinked her tears away and shook her head. "You 
broke my watch," she pouted.

"You deserved it!" Ann told her, firmly. "You're the one who stormed in here and began 
beating on me. And your timing was bad. Very bad."

Kim lay still. Her pert breasts trembled. Ann kept up the pressure of her knee against Kim's
pussy, and held her firmly to the floor with her bruised arms.

Suddenly Kim giggled. "He does get you awfully hot, doesn't he? I... I saw what you were 
doing when I opened your door."

Ann breathed a bit easier. She released the shaking girl's arms. In spite of herself, she 
grinned down at Kim.

"Been in here yourself, huh?"

Kim managed a weak smile. "More than once."

Ann brushed her hand over Kim's saucy little breast. "You are a very lovely woman, Kim. 
And you don't need to worry about me taking Paul away anywhere. Are you going to be 
good, if I let you up?"

Kim looked at her stiff nipple peeking up from between Ann's fingers. Her pussy moved 
against Ann's knee. She began to cry again.

"I'm sorry I hit you. And that I ruined your clothes. I... I just went crazy, listening to you 
panting while you fucked him."

"While he fucked me," Ann said. "Whatever. Takes two."

Kim reached up to touch the angry-red streaks on Ann's cheeks. Her hand trembled down 
to stroke a full breast, swaying just inches from her mouth.

Ann brushed Kim's hair back from her sweaty forehead, glancing down at the girl's slim 
fingers trailing over her erect nipple. She smiled and leaned down to kiss Kim, very lightly.

"Are we friends, now? Or at least, not enemies?"

Ann was still hot. She hadn't gotten herself off before Kim stormed in. She realized the 
young chick was turned on from the exertion of their fight, the pressure of Ann's knee against 
her pussy and Ann's impulsive kiss.

To her astonishment, Kim's arms stole around her neck. She pulled Ann down. Her small 
hands squeezed the blonde's breasts. She wiggled hotly, dragging her open cunt up and 
down against Ann's knee. Suddenly she lifted her head. Her mouth closed over the erect 
nipple that dangled just above her mouth. She sucked and nipped with her white teeth.

"Kim! I'm hot, too. But this isn't the place..." The chick was strong! She squirmed out from 
under Ann and pushed the blonde down on the hard floor. Her mouth again closed over 
Ann's stiff nipple. Her hand slid down over the older woman's soft muff.

"Kim!" Ann gasped. "Stop that! Right this instant! Suppose someone comes in here? Uh... 
I'm so wet down there. Stop it, Kim. Kim... oh, God! Don't stop! Push your finger in farther. 
Ummmmm. Oh, yes! Yesyesyes!"

Kim sucked furiously on Ann's breast, feeling the cunt around her finger begin its 
quivering contractions.

"Come. Come, Ann! You'll feel better. I'm so ashamed of how I acted... your pussy's so 
hot!"

Ann struggled to get up. To turn around. To get her mouth down over the young girl's 
cunt. They were practically naked, both of them. Kim's legs opened with a snap. She thrust her
hot little cunt against Ann's mouth. They lay on the hard tile floor, sucking and fingering each 
other like two women gone mad with lust.

Kim's shriek of joy when her climax ripped through her shaking body echoed off the tile 
walls. Ann came a second later. They clung to each other, their thighs clamped around each 
other's heads.

"Oh! Oh, my goodness. What are you two doing?" Ann looked up into the astonished face 
of a full bosomed matron bending over her. The woman's hands fluttered in the air. Her face 
was red as a sunset.

Ann released Kim and lurched to her feet, holding on to the washbasin. Her clothes hung 
in shred from her aching body.

"We... we were just having a little discussion," she muttered.

The flustered woman stared at Ann's swaying breasts, then down at Kim lying with her legs
wide open and her cunt showing her erect clitty through her soft bush. "What... whatever 
could you have been discussing?" she asked, faintly. "No. Don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Kim cracked up. She rolled around on the floor, howling with laughter. Ann smiled. They 
had really shaken up the poor old biddy. She began to laugh, too. She helped Kim to her feet. 
They clung to each other, laughing like loons.

"Oh, dear. Her bridge club will never believe her story," Ann smiled. She looked at her torn 
blouse and ripped-up skirt.

"How will I ever get home, Kim?"

The slim girl splashed cold water over her face and tits and made a real effort to get 
herself together.

"You'll pop the buttons, but I think I have some clothes in the office closet that will keep 
you from being arrested for indecent exposure," she smiled. "Let's go see."

They ran down the hall and whisked into the office. Paul was gone. His office lights were 
turned out and his blinds closed. They found enough clothes to cover their nakedness and 
soon Ann was standing behind Kim, combing her hair as she looked in the wall mirror, over 
the shorter girl's head.

"Ann..."

"No more apologies, Kim. You're young and horny. And insanely jealous. And that's a hard 
emotion to handle."

"Well, it's just that the thoughts of Paul sucking your pussy and letting you have that 
beautiful cock..."

"Kim!"

"All right."

They walked down the hall and caught the elevator to the basement garage. Ann's Ford 
would not start.

"Oh, shit! I told Fred we needed a new battery."

Kim leaned out of the window of her VW and beckoned to Ann. "Let me drive you home, 
Ann. Come on. I want to."

By the time they'd made it off the freeway and across town to Ann's apartment they were 
fast friends. Kim was bright and animated. Ann could understand, now, why Paul found her 
attractive enough to fuck around with. She was just eighteen. And Paul had taken her cherry! 
That told Ann all she needed to know about Kim's wildly jealous behavior. Kim was in love!

Ann insisted that Kim come up to her apartment with her, if only so she could take her 
clothes back with her. When they were in Ann's bedroom she heard Rich come in, and a 
moment later the shower began running.

"I want you to meet my son, Kim. He's very handsome, if a little young for you. But he's big
for his age."

Kim smiled and moved over to perch on the side of the bed and admire Ann's nude body.

"Mom, I need some clean shorts and-" Kim and Ann looked at Rich standing dripping 
water on the floor. He was stark naked.

"Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry. I thought you were alone, Mom."

Kim hopped up and strode over to shake Rich's hand. He turned red as fire and mumbled 
something under his breath.

"I'm Kim Clark. I work where your mom now works. For Paul Alan, at Fashion House. And I 
think you're O.K., Rich."

He tried to cover his naked cock with his hands and then realized how foolish he looked. 
He dropped his hands to his sides and shuffled his feet nervously. His eyes held on Kim's pert 
nipples poking straight at him.

"You two get acquainted," Ann said softly. "I'll get us some cokes."

She pushed her son down on the bed and went out to the small kitchen. She took her time
about getting back. It wouldn't hurt to get Kim interested in another man. And Rich had held 
his ground like a man, when he stood naked and embarrassed in front of Kim.

"Well, here we are. Ice cold... oh. Oh, my!"

Ann stood stock still, looking at Kim's slim fingers holding her son's hard cock. He looked 
up at her and grinned foolishly, but he didn't jump up off the bed.

"We-we were just getting acquainted, Mom. Like you told us to."

Ann put the drinks down and sat beside them on her wide bed. "Well... it's nice to be 
friends, Rich. Kim is a very sweet... Rich... you're not listening to me. Kim, honey..." Her son had
both arms around the hot girl, laying her back on the bed. Her hand teased up and down 
Rich's erect cock. His fingers hotly fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. She helped him lift
her skirt up around her stomach. No panties covered Kim's pussy fur.

Rich fell on her hot cunt like a man disappearing abruptly down an elevator shaft. Kim 
whimpered and thrust her open cunt up to his eager mouth. Ann sat watching her boy eating 
pussy like a veteran of a dozen encounters with hot chicks.

"My God! How quickly they grow up," she said out loud.

Ann got her coke and went back to lie down on the side of the bed beside her boy and 
the wiggling chick. She watched him licking Kim's flaming pink clit just like he had licked her 
own, that crazy night after Fred's funeral.

"Oh, wow! Easy, Kim. You're biting the hell out of me!"

If Paul could see his receptionist now, Ann thought. Sucking madly on a young boy's cock. 
And loving the way the boy was sucking on her hot cunt. But Paul had started the girl on her 
way, taking her cherry on his office desk.

"So good. Oh, so damn good," Kim said, lifting her head. "Suck me, Rich. 
Ummmmmmmmm! Where did you learn to do a pussy that way?"

Ann felt her cheeks grow hot. But she hadn't taught him. Not that much. She was sure 
Rich's girlfriend Judy had coached the boy about just where to lick and how to finger her little 
hairless cunt.

"You want to go all the way?" Rich panted, looking wishfully into Kim's hot eyes.

She didn't say a word. She just scooted around and lifted her hips to tear her skirt off her 
hot body. Rich was pulled over on top of her and his rigid cock put into her wet cunt so fast 
he looked up at his mother and rolled his eyes. But then he didn't look at Ann for a long, long 
time.

She lay beside the two hot teenagers and watched her boy screwing Kim into one 
stomach-wrenching climax after another. It was terribly hard for her to be quiet and just 
watch. Ann was not eager to let Kim know she fucked around with her own son. The taboo of 
incest was too strong in her mind. Not strong enough to stop her from screwing ecstatically 
with her son, but certainly strong enough not to talk about it.

Kim was totally occupied with the hard young cock ramming into her wet hole. Ann 
finished her coke and let her hand wander between her legs. She bit her lip, watching Rich, 
but his eyes were blissfully closed. Her finger slipped between her moist cunt lips.

"Ah!"

Her little gasp was lost in the creaking of the bedsprings. Ann fingered her erect clit, 
quickly working herself into the climax she had been yearning for, when she went into the 
washroom.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

Her quick little gasps reached Kim's ears. The girl reached over and cupped Ann's pussy 
with her hot hand. Her middle finger slipped into the blonde patch of hair, and disappeared.

"I'm gonna come, Kim!" Rich cried.

Rich's agonized voice sent Ann over the top with a quick rush. Her cunt closed around 
Kim's finger. She felt the young girl's body begin to shudder, touching her own.

"Me... me... me too!" Kim gasped.

The two hot women and the teenager came at the same precise moment, as though their 
erotic climax circuits were wired together. Rich's hard tool spurted madly in Kim's wet hole. 
Her fingers convulsively dug into the boy's ass as her body stiffened under him and her 
orgasm made her scream his name.

"Rich! Oh, Rich! Oh, Rich!"

Ann doubled up beside the shaking girl, her own finger jamming back into her quivering 
cunt. She lay trying to catch her breath. The bed had stopped moving. Kim and Rich lay in 
each other's arms, softly kissing and hugging each other.

Hot thoughts about Paul's enormous cock flickered through Ann's mind. If she had her 
way, he was never going to find time to screw his receptionist. Make love, not war. But if she 
had to go to war to get his hard cock in her again, she was determined Kim would lose the 
battle!

CHAPTER FIVE

When Ann woke up the next morning and tried to get up out of bed she groaned in agony
and fell back. Every muscle in her body seemed to scream in protest. She pushed the sheet 
down and looked at her body. Ugly bruises made splotchy dark spots on her breasts and 
stomach and sides. Even her legs were marked with horrible dark areas.

"Oh, shit!" Ann moaned.

Ann made herself get up and shuffle into the bathroom. Of all the luck! Just when she'd 
met a terrific man and wanted to look prettier than ever, this had to happen. Kim had really 
walloped her good! She wondered if Miss Clark also had ugly bruises to stare at this morning.

She stood under the hot shower for as long as she could stand it. When she pulled the 
curtain aside, Rich was looking at his face in the bathroom mirror, searching earnestly for 
enough beard to begin shaving. He glanced at her and smiled, then did a classic double-take.

"Jesus, Mom. You're all beat to hell! What happened to you?"

She dried herself as best as she could while she told him about fighting with Kim. "But 
we're friends, now. Or we were." Ann ruefully gave up trying to count her bruise marks.

Rich stood close to her, as though trying to comfort his mother. He reached out and 
gingerly touched her bruised tit. Ann flinched, but her nipple stood up from the tingling 
feeling of his fingertip on her flesh.

Ann was hot! She was always hot, now. Ever since Rich had fucked her that wonderful 
night.

"Gee, Mom. Maybe you should call in sick and go see Doc Oliver. Maybe he can do 
somethin' for you. You really look awful!"

Ann reached out to pat his cock as a gesture of thanking him for his concern. Her face 
blushed a faint pink. Her hand refused to stop touching his cock. He stood uncertainly, feeling
his dick harden.

"Mom..."

"I can't help it, Rich. Your... your cock looks so much like Fred's did. I... I just want to hold it 
for a minute."

He shifted around, digging his toes into the rug. Now his tool was up all the way, bobbing 
up and down on her upturned palm. Her fingers slowly closed around his shaft.

Ann sank to her knees on the shaggy rug. She lifted his cock up to her mouth. Rich 
stiffened even more. Her tongue licked hungrily up and down his hard shaft. His hands 
brushed over her hair, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, Mom!"

Her nails dug into his ass cheeks, as though to keep him from running away. But he wasn't 
going anywhere. Not with his hard tool throbbing in her strongly sucking mouth. She nestled 
down, working on him. Licking. Touching. Tugging. Biting.

He came much too soon to suit Ann. She clung to her son, taking all he had, draining him 
dry. It was still a long time before she eased back and let his cock slip out of her mouth.

He lifted her to her feet. "You gotta go see Doc, Mom. Honest. He'll know what to do for 
you."

She smiled at him and kissed his dry lips. "I feel a lot better already, Rich. But I'll go."

She dressed and called the doctor's office and got her appointment. Then she dialed 
Fashion House and told Kim she would be coming in late and that she'd explain later. That it 
was kind of an emergency. She hung up before the worried girl could ask any questions.

The nurse at Doctor Oliver's office was softly sympathetic. She ushered Ann through the 
waiting room and down the polished hall.

"Room Three, Mrs. Carter. The doctor will be along in a moment."

Ann perched on the hard table, sighing. It hurt to move. Her pussy was awfully damp and 
itchy. She could still taste Rich in her mouth. Swinging her legs a tiny bit, she stared at the 
sterile cabinets full of weird-looking medical instruments. The place was depressing.

Suddenly her ears picked up an odd sound. It seemed to be coming from Room Two. A 
woman moaning! But not really moaning as though she were in pain. Ann felt her pussy begin
to trickle warm juice. Someone was getting fucked in that room! She could think of no other 
reason for a female to utter such sounds. But in a doctor's office?

Eventually the sound ceased. Ann was almost ready to get up off the uncomfortable table 
and leave when the door opened and Dr. Oliver breezed in. He was all smiles and brisk 
cheerfulness. He also had a large bulge at his crotch!

"Well, what's our problem this morning, Mrs. Carter?"

Ann opened her blouse and slipped it off. Then her bra followed. His eyes narrowed as he 
looked at her full tits swinging free.

"Who worked you over?" His voice was soft and very sympathetic. Ann stripped naked, 
telling him briefly about her unfortunate misunderstanding with a strong and very angry 
young girl.

"Can you really do anything to get rid of these ugly marks?"

He leaned against the table, standing between her parted legs, looking thoughtfully at her 
bruises.

"Truthfully... um... Ann... cold compresses, as cold as you can stand, will reduce the swelling
and help minimize the ugly dark color of your bruises. It's the small blood vessels just under 
the surface of the skin that break under a blow, even though the skin remains intact. The 
injury is red, first. Then, as you can see, it turns very dark and discolored."

His soft fingers brushed very gently over her right breast. "After two days, you might try 
applying heat to the areas that are still ugly. But nature will heal you. Slowly, but she'll do the 
work. I'll get Grace to bring some very cold towels and we'll wrap your legs and, if you can 
stand it, apply cold compresses to your breasts."

He looked at her nipple hardening as his hand slid under her full breast to lift it and check 
underneath. Both his hands cupped her tits for a long moment. Her face flushed a lovely pink.

"Lie down, Ann."

"Wha... what are you going to do?" Ann was thinking about the noisy woman in Room 
Three. And she was thinking very unmedical thoughts about the handsome doctor helping her
stretch out, naked, on the table.

"Yes, Doctor? You buzzed me?"

"Get some cold compresses, Grace. Lots of them. And ice."

"Yes, Doctor."

"Now, Ann. Relax. I want to check your abdomen. Sometimes internal bleeding can 
accompany a bad bruise. You have a real dilly right here."

"Ouch! Oh, I really must. It hurts!"

He poked and prodded as gently as he could. Then he straightened up and smiled at her. 
His hand rested on her bare thigh, his fingertips almost touching the fringe of her pussy hair.

"Everything seems fine. We'll try the compresses. Grace will give you a prescription before 
you leave for a mild tranquilizer. Sometimes the nights get rough, trying to get to sleep."

"Tell me about it," Ann sighed.

He moved a bit closer to her. His finger brushed ever so lightly over her mound of blonde, 
silky hair.

"I heard about Fred passing on," he said quietly. "You have my deepest sympathy."

Ann didn't want sympathy. His fingers touching her pussy hair were driving her up the 
wall. Against her will, or so she thought, her legs kept opening a little bit, then a little bit more.
Now his finger rested squarely on her erect clit.

"Dr. Oliver, I... your hand is..." She broke off as his nurse came in with a long tray of towels 
and a huge bucket of ice and cold water. Working quickly, he soaked the compresses in ice 
water and wrapped them skillfully around her legs, laid them on her fluttering stomach, 
covered her swollen breasts.

"I'll call you if I need you, Grace. See to Mrs. Williams, in Five. Give the old bag a sugar pill 
and my best wishes. Too rich and too much time to think up imagined illnesses."

The nurse closed the door behind her. He pressed the cold towels gently around her thigh.
His hand stayed there. He felt her shiver.

"Cold, hmmmm?" His voice was low. Ann nodded. "Perhaps if we take your mind off the 
compresses, you'll be a bit more comfortable."

His fingertip brushed over her clit. Both her nipples promptly raised up hard and pointy. 
She spread her legs shamelessly. His warm finger trailed down over her pooching cunt lips. 
Ann caught her breath. She lay with her eyes closed, not wanting to see her tell-tale nipples 
giving her wild excitement away. He had already read all her signs of willingness.

His voice was very soft. "Of course, you miss your husband very much."

"Yes."

"The nights are very long."

"Oh, yes."

"You don't think tranquilizers will help much."

"No."

"Does my hand touching you help?"

"Oh, yes. Yes."

"Does this feel good?"

"OH, Doctor! Oh, God, yes."

"And if I slip my finger in a little deeper... like this..."

"That... that makes me forget everything. Everything except how good it feels to be 
fingerfucked."

Ann turned scarlet. To use such language to a doctor! But didn't doctors fuck, too? Hadn't 
he been banging some female in Room Three? He had to have been fucking some hot patient
in that antiseptic closet.

He chuckled, becoming bolder. His hand tugged her legs wide apart. He leaned over. Ann 
almost leaped off the table when his tongue swept up her parted cunt lips.

"OOOooohhh!"

He lifted his head. His lips were wet with her flowing juice. "You will have to be a little more
quiet, Ann. The other patients..."

"Fuck them!" she whispered hotly. "Don't you dare stop licking me. If you do, I'll scream 
my head off!"

He grinned. He bent over again. She thrust her pussy up off the table. Her hand clamped 
around the back of his head.

"Oh, God, oh, doctor, suck my cunt, lick me, push your tongue in deeper. Oh, Jesus help 
me, it feels so good. I need this more than your damn cold, clammy compresses!"

Ann writhed on the hard table. Her hips shuddered her pussy up against his tongue that 
was driving her mad. Her raging climax brought her shaking body up off the table. The towels 
fell to the floor. She slid to the edge of the hard cushion, her legs parting, wrapping around 
his legs. Her hands fumbled with his zipper. His cock snapped out into her eager hand.

"Put it in me right now! Fuck me, Doctor."

The pain of her sore muscles and bruises had vanished. Ann was so hot to trot that her 
nails dug into his bare ass cheeks the split second she'd worked his tight pants down over his 
hips.

His hard cock eased into her pussy. A bit more. More. More! She hadn't even glanced at it. 
All she wanted was to feel full of hard dick. To be fucked for hours!

"You must be hung like a small pony," she panted. "But it feels heavenly. Do it. Do it to me.
Harder!"

Neither of them heard the door lock click. Ann was conscious of the nurse's presence only 
when she felt a soft feminine hand brush over her heated flesh. Her eyes snapped open. She 
looked into two brown eyes that were wide with utterly naked lust!

"Oh. Oh..." Dr. Oliver coughed, clearing his dry throat. "Additional therapy," he murmured.

Ann felt her tingling nipple being sucked by a soft, wet mouth. She felt her clit being 
gently pinched and pulled by a woman's fingers. She felt a bold finger sliding into her wet 
cunthole beside the doctor's long cock.

"Please don't cry out when you come, Mrs. Carter," the nurse breathed in her ear.

Ann was so close to having a fantastic orgasm that she didn't care if the whole damn room
became filled with excited, curious patients. His strong cock was bringing her right up to the 
very edge of coming. She opened her mouth. The nurse quickly clamped her hand over it. Ann
bit her hard, not caring a damn about the nurse's muffled yelp of pain. Her cunt closed down, 
gripping the doctor's hard tool like an iron glove.

"Je-sus!" he breathed.

Her body shook from head to toe. She kept coming and coming. And now he was coming 
in her hot box! Shooting a hot load of cum into her squeezing pussy hole!

The nurse took her hand away from Ann's mouth. She pushed Ann back on the table and 
hotly shoved the doctor to one side. Her mouth closed over Ann's cunt. Her fingers reached 
up to pinch the panting woman's stiff nipples. She sucked on Ann's clit until she was afraid 
Ann would scream out loud.

The doc was still up, hard as a rock. He impatiently pushed Grace away and slammed his 
dick back into Ann's hot pussy. His rasping breathing echoed around the tiny room as he 
fucked her still eager cunt with harder and harder strokes.

Ann dimly heard the rustle of the nurse's uniform as it was stripped off. She felt the 
woman's bare breasts touching hers. A soft hand teased her stiff clit while the doctor kept 
ramming his rigid tool into her wet pussy.

"I want some of that!" the nurse demanded. "I'm tired of just standing by while you get 
your rocks off. Pull out. Pull out, damn it!"

Ann almost fell off the narrow table as Grace climbed up on it. She sat up, panting, 
brushing her damp hair back from her eyes. Grace had his cock deep in her black-haired cunt, 
fucking him in strong, erratic strokes with her lean hips.

"Give it to me," she snarled. "Fuck my cunt, damn it! Push. Push. Push."

Ann stumbled over the towels that were scattered around on the floor. She wiped her 
drenched pussy with a cold white cloth. Somehow she fumbled into her clothes. The hell with 
any prescription, she thought. She was going downtown. To explain to Paul why she was late. 
And she was going to tackle him right in his huge office chair. She intended to fuck his cock 
right off his body! Her climaxes had done nothing to lessen her need to be screwed.

She tapped the doctor on his shoulder. Then she pinched his ass. "Hey! I'm leaving now. 
Fuck her silly. And don't send me a bill."

She walked briskly down the hall and out through the crowded waiting room, smiling 
cheerfully at the patients sitting thumbing through the dog-eared magazines.

"The doctor will be with you as soon as he finishes a therapeutic treatment he's giving." 
She couldn't keep from saying it. "If he seems to take too long, check with him. In Room 
Three."

CHAPTER SIX

Ann decided she had better go home and shower and get into a prettier dress. To show up
bruised and smelly with sweat and in a not-too-super outfit might be a bit much for Paul to 
handle.

She called Kim and said she'd be in later than she'd expected. Ann cut the girl off rather 
quickly, not wanting to answer a dozen questions.

The Ford fired up like a hot rod. Rich had put a new battery in it for her. After she had 
wheeled into her parking slot she skipped up the stairs to her apartment. She felt good. Not 
an ache in her body.

"Good doctor!" She smiled to herself. "Marvelous therapy!"

She glanced into Rich's bedroom. It was empty, but the bed looked as though a herd of 
elephants had trompled over it. She heard the shower running. School was out, but it wasn't 
like Rich to bathe that often. He had a great affinity for dirt, like all young boys.

"Rich, honey, save some water for..." Her voice broke off. Through the shower curtain she 
could see her son standing naked under the flowing water. It was the shadow of a girl on her 
knees in front of her boy that stopped her in mid-stride. The small shadow's head was 
bobbing up and down, sucking Rich's stiff cock!

Ann flipped the curtain aside. Her boy stood grinning at her, his cock half-buried in Judy's 
mouth.

"Hi, Mom!" he said.

"Don't 'hi' me, you horny child! Judy, get up off your knees. And turn the water off. This 
room is flooded like a dam broke."

The girl smiled cheerfully at Ann, not at all shy about being caught sucking her boyfriend 
off. Her little tits were centered with erect pink nipples. Judy's pussy had just the first faint 
traces of hair beginning to grow on it. But her tiny clit was up and out. And stiff. And very red!

"Hi, Mrs. Carter. Rich and me..." Ann reached to pull the slim child out of the shower. "I 
know what you were doing. And you can help put his bed back together. Right now."

She tried hard to play the part of a stern mother, but she failed miserably. Ann's eyes 
twinkled as she playfully slapped the tight little rump and sent the girl scooting out of the 
room. Rich followed her, his cock bobbing up and down. Ann ducked under the shower, 
clothes and all. She was upset at finding her son fucking the young girl, but she didn't really 
know what to do about it.

She stripped her wet dress and bra and panties off and stood for a long while under the 
flow of cool water. It seemed her bruises had faded a bit, but she knew it was just wishful 
thinking.

Ann walked back to her bedroom and flopped on the bed, letting her skin dry in the hot 
air. Judy skipped in, naked as a jaybird, and jumped on the bed.

"Gee, what happened to you, Mrs. Carter? Big fight?"

Ann looked at the bubbly girl sitting beside her. Her little pussy was a delicate shade of 
pink. Ann could see all of it, every inch! Her tiny lips opened a little as she shifted around, 
testing how springy Ann's mattress was.

"Yes," Ann sighed. "Big fight. But it's old news. I don't want to even think about it Judy, 
who taught you how to suck a cock like I saw you doing?"

The slim girl giggled, but didn't answer right away. Rich came in and stretched out on the 
wide bed. His reddish cock was up hard and full.

Ann persisted. "Judy, I asked you a question."

She hesitated and then grinned. "My daddy."

Ann groaned. And she thought incest was uncommon, something awful! Now she was 
learning that other families messed around in bed. She felt a little less guilty about screwing 
her son.

Judy lay down between Ann and Rich, wiggling around and getting comfortable. Ann 
marveled at how at ease the young girl was, stark naked on her bed.

"After Mom cut out and left us he came to my room one night," Judy told Ann. "He was all
torn up. And he'd had a few drinks. He didn't hurt me, Ann. Honest."

Ann patted the slim leg pressing against her. "I'm sure he didn't, Judy. He loves you. Just 
like I love Rich."

Rich cleared his throat loudly. Ann lay quietly, wondering what the hell to say to this 
unusual child her son had found. She was distracted by Judy turning on her side and softly 
touching her breast.

"Gee, you must have been in a wild bash. Your poor boobies are all marked up."

Her small hand cupped Ann's swollen breast tenderly, without any erotic purpose. Judy's 
childlike curiosity made her sit up and peek between Ann's legs. Her little fingers felt around 
on Ann's pussy.

Ann put her hand over Judy's. "I'm okay, honey. My pussy wasn't slapped. It was..." She 
broke off, abruptly. "If it hurts, I could kiss it and make it well."

The little girl's voice was so soft, so honest, so sincere in her belief that kissing a hurt 
would make it go away that Ann smiled and impulsively hugged Judy tightly to her.

Her cunt was still covered by Judy's hand. It felt good. Ann had decided to stop fighting 
her sexy impulses. what the hell! Life was so hard and so short. She lay and let the girl feel her 
soft cunt lips. Rich sat up and watched closely, his cock growing even stiffer.

"Judy..."

"I think I should kiss it," Judy interrupted. She slid quickly between Ann's legs, sitting with 
her slim legs tucked under her.

"Judy, I don't think..." There was no stopping the girl. Ann felt the soft lips pressing against
her moist pussy. She reached down and brushed her hand over Judy's head, flicking a nervous
glance at Rich. Very inexpertly, Judy began kissing Ann's cunt.

"You mustn't do that, child," Ann whispered, pushing her away. Judy lay down again. Her 
hand reached for Rich's hard shaft.

"Can't we do it here?" she asked Ann. "Your bed is so neat. So big."

Ann said nothing. She turned on her side, looking at the soft curve of Judy's little round 
buttocks as the girl rolled over against her son. She saw the leg lift. She saw her boy's red 
cockhead slide between Judy's small, peach-fuzzed cuntlips. She heard the hot girl murmuring
like a grown-up woman as she took his hard cock inside her little pussy.

Judy screwed just as hotly as Kim. Already fucking a boy with expert swings of her slim 
hips. Taking every inch of his rigid tool into her soft cunt.

Ann rubbed her hot face with her damp hands. This was a bit much! She knew Judy ran 
wild, with no mother to watch over her. Probably her father worked all day and fussed and 
stewed as much over Judy as Ann did over her own boy. It would do no good to stop Judy. 
She would just fuck Rich somewhere else. Better they should be safe at home in Ann's bed.

"I'm just rationalizing," Ann muttered to herself. "This younger generation! They can't wait 
to find out about sex."

She lay listening to Judy panting, feeling the bed heave up and down under the hot girl's 
hips. She had been very young when she'd lost her own cherry. Some passage about "casting 
the first stone" flitted through her mind. Her boy's quick breathing was getting to her.

She gave in. To just lie and listen was impossible. Her hand reached over and her fingers 
touched Rich's wet tool. She felt him sliding in and out. Her own clit stiffened, feeling his rigid 
tool screwing Judy.

The panting girl moved over to lie on her back, tugging Rich up over her. He never missed 
a hard stroke. Her tight little cunt gripped his rod. Her pink clit stood up free and clear of her 
thin pussy lips.

"Play with me, Ann. Please. I'm so darn hot!"

Ann hesitated. Now this was really a lot for her to handle! The ringing of the phone in her 
living room saved her from an agonizing decision. In another moment--"Hello?"

"Ann! Where the hell are you? what's happened to my new secretary?"

Paul Alan's sexy voice brought Ann's clit up even firmer. She quickly sat down, clutching 
the phone. Her knees had suddenly turned rubbery.

She quickly explained why she had not come in. She tried very hard to tell her story in a 
way that would not make Paul angry with Kim. She promised to show up within an hour.

His voice broke in. "You know, Ann, the phone has terrific pickup. I hear bedsprings 
creaking. I take it you are not alone at home."

His tone was teasing. He was not angry, Ann was sure. She held the phone up in the air 
and let him listen for a long minute.

"Ann. Ann! You are a woman without mercy! I don't care who's getting banged in your 
apartment. Hang up. I'm coming over right now."

She could hear him rustling papers. "where the hell is your application? I want your 
address."

She was becoming frantic! Now she had to get those hot kids out of her bedroom but fast!

"Ah! Here it is. Okay. See you in a jiffy."

He hung up. Ann put the phone back on its hook. How the hell could she break up the 
kids' party? If Judy didn't get off, she'd just run somewhere else and tackle Rich all over again.

Ann slid onto the bed, reaching for Judy's wet clit. She pinched and gently tugged on the 
slim girl's tiny nubbin. Rich groaned.

"Her snatch is squeezing my cock off, Mom!" he complained.

"Tough," Ann muttered. "You have to clear out. Company's coming. Get off, Rich. Judy, I 
want you to come, right now. Hard!"

"Uh-huh. Okay. Oh, yes! I will, Mrs. Carter," she mumbled hotly.

Her hard-muscled little legs wrapped around Rich. Her hips snapped his cock in and out of
her tight pussy like a grown woman going for her fifth orgasm.

"OOOooo, Rich! Do it to me! Harder. Ummmmmmm!"

Her little shriek of joy as her climax hit her made Ann reach for her own hot cunt. Rich 
humped so fast Ann was sure he'd break the bed down. His mouth opened. He gasped for air.
His hands held Judy's slim body in a vise grip. His hard rod rammed in and out of her slick 
little cunthole so fast the sweat poured down his face and dripped onto Judy's wriggling body.

"Ow! Oh, damn! It hurts!"

His cock jerked out and spurted a wild stream of white cum up into the air. He rolled 
around on the bed, clutching his aching balls. Ann gave him a few precious minutes to catch 
his breath.

"Get up, Rich. Get dressed. Quickly. For my sake. I have to... oh, God, what will I wear?"

Judy sat up, puffing, grinning happily.

"I did what you told me to, Mrs. Carter. Didn't I?" Ann gave her a quick kiss and shoved her
off the bed. "Yes, Judy. You're a doll. A little cock-mad, but... aren't we all?"

Ann raced around the hot room, whipping through drawers and closets, holding her hot 
pussy with one hand. If her bruises and lumps didn't turn Paul off he was not going to leave 
her apartment until tomorrow's sun brightened another day.

"Scoot. Get dressed, Judy. My boss is coming to fuck... ah... coming to see me."

She wondered how much time she had left. It wouldn't be enough. Couldn't be enough. 
But to get Paul's cock back where she wanted it, she'd risk looking a wreck.

Paul made it to her apartment in record time. She felt thrown together, but her smile was 
radiant as he stepped into her living room and swept her into his arms. Her tender tits 
brushing against his warm body made him hold her tightly for a long, delicious minute. Then 
he pushed her away and looked closely at her face.

"I'll kill that wacky dame!" he muttered.

"No, Paul. She's crazy-mad in love with you. I would probably have done the same thing, 
at her age."

He pulled her down on the sofa with him, holding her hands.

"Decision time," he said briskly. "The paper work at the office can wait. You need a rest. I 
need a rest. Besides, you can't model for a few days at least, until those marks disappear. We 
are going up to my mountain cabin at Pinecrest." He grinned like a school boy looking at his 
first full erection. "I'm a forest freak. That's why the office smells like it does. Nothing like the 
clean, fresh air of a tree-covered mountainside. And the nights!"

Ann's heart began to beat so loudly she put his hand on her chest. "Feel."

"Which one?"

"No, silly. Can't you feel my heart pounding? Oh, Paul. A vacation with you would be... but 
what about my son? I can't leave him alone. God knows what mischief he'd get into."

"He goes with us. If he has a girlfriend, bring her too." He looked at her keenly, a question 
on the tip of his tongue. But he didn't ask it. "I'll come back for you in exactly one hour. Be 
packed. Rough clothes. Everything else we'll need is already at my cabin."

Ann clung to him, reluctant to let him slip away for even an hour. He gently took her arms 
from around his neck and kissed her.

"Be ready. One hour!"

Ann hurried back to her bedroom and began packing her suitcase with whatever she could
find, that would keep her warm during the moments when she would not be in bed with Paul. 
She hoped they would be few!

Rich wandered in just as she was snapping the suitcase shut. She quickly told him about 
the trip up to the mountain retreat with Paul, and that he was to go. And take Judy, if he could
contact her father.

He was gone in a flash, racing down the street to Judy's house. Ann prayed he'd get back 
with or without his horny girlfriend by the time Paul returned.

Just as Paul's big station wagon stopped at the curb in front of her apartment, Judy and 
Rich came jogging down the street, with Judy's case under his arm. Ann had jammed some of 
Rich's things into her luggage. She hurried through the apartment, closing the windows. Her 
head was in a whirl.

Paul grinned at her as the three breathless people piled into his wagon.

"Pinecrest, look out!" He gunned the heavy car down the street, pulling Ann over close to 
him. He smiled at Rich and Judy, who were sprawled out on the big back seat, trying to catch 
their breath.

Five miles down the freeway, Paul reached up to adjust the rear view mirror so he could 
glance at the kids in the back seat.

Ann's hand rested on his crotch. She felt his cock suddenly come alive, swelling under her 
hand. He was ready for her as she was for him! But wait a minute. His eyes were flicking from 
the road ahead to the mirror. Ann reached up and flipped her sun visor down, looking in the 
small mirror on the back. Rich was stretched out on the seat with his arms hooked over the 
back, looking down at his hard cock sticking up out of Judy's pumping fist!

Ann bit her lip, searching Paul's face for a sign of disapproval. But he was grinning from 
ear to ear! And he didn't make a move to stop her when her fingers unzipped his fly and her 
hand slid into the warmth of his crotch. His tool grew rock-hard under her hand.

"This is going to be some vacation," he laughed. "Better look at the scenery on the way up,
because all you'll see after we get there is the cabin ceiling."

Ann laughed and squeezed his hard dick, and asked, "Is that a threat or a promise?"

She stretched out on her stomach and lifted his heavy cock out of his slacks. Her hot 
mouth took all of him that she could get. Paul shoved the seat back, giving her more room 
between his prick and the steering wheel. His hand tenderly stroked her silky hair as she blew 
him while they sped down the freeway.

When Judy saw Ann fall down on Paul's lap, what slight shyness the young girl may have 
had vanished like a tiny puff of smoke.

Ann heard Rich groan. She knew without looking that Judy was sucking her son's tool. She
felt Paul's cock grow even harder in her hands.

As the station wagon passed a slower-moving school bus taking a huge load of teenager's
to the beach, the wild shouts and whistles that reached Paul's ears made him grin and wave to
the screaming kids pointing to the wagon.

Judy raised her head for just a moment, to giggle and wave at the bus. "They're just 
jealous, Rich. Tough shit for them!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ann and Paul stood in the huge wood-paneled living room of the summer cabin, their 
arms tight around one another, kissing deeply and hotly. Under her thin cotton summer dress 
that buttoned all the way down the front, Ann's breasts swelled against his strong chest. On 
the floor was the luggage, strewn about where Paul had dumped it before he hungrily swept 
her into his arms. Rich and Judy had scampered up the forested hill behind the cabin, to go 
exploring.

Ann pushed him back a bit, gasping for breath. She thought her ribs would crack under 
the lusty pressure of his strong arms crushing her shaking body to his.

He scooped her up as though she were a small child, and carried her up the stairs to the 
big balcony bedroom that extended clear across the cabin. He laid her down on the immense 
bed. Their lips melted passionately together. When their deep tongue-sucking kiss ended 
Ann's dress was unbuttoned and pushed open. Her lush tits stood up firmly, centered with 
pink, flint-hard nipples.

"Your body is so beautiful," he breathed, moving down to inhale the scent of her wet 
pussy. He lifted her slim ankles and spread her legs, kissing the hot flesh of her inner thighs, 
her smooth calves, her ankles, her toes. Ann shivered as though she was cold, but it was from 
the raging heat glowing in her quivering pussy hole.

This is what I've missed so long, Ann thought. Slow, sexy loving with a sensuous man who 
has feelings for what I want and what I need. To be loved, not just fucked.

"Oh, Paul darling, I'm the luckiest woman in the whole world."

His mouth moved to cover her cunt, his tongue swirling hotly in the slick depths of her 
pussy. She gasped her joy, writhing her cunt up tighter to his face. When he began teasing her
clit with just the tip of his tongue, her mind almost unhinged with lust!

"Ummmmmmm," she murmured throatily. "You're going to make me come in just a 
second!"

"Not yet. Too soon." He spread her dress open wide and tongue-bathed every inch of her 
heaving breasts, down over her stomach, over her erect clit. His strong hands turned her over. 
His tongue slid up and down the crack between her trembling asscheeks. She felt his tongue 
licking around her asshole. Her joy was intensified when he eased his hand beneath her and 
teased her clit with his fingertip.

"Paul! Paul!" Ann moaned, almost going out of her mind from the feel of his expert tongue
licking around her asshole and his strong finger delving deeply into her slick cunt. Her body 
doubled up and twisted around until she was on her back. Her hands reached down to hold 
her pussy lips open for his hot mouth to suck.

He pressed against her raging, wet slit. His tongue swirled around and around in her 
squirming hole, lapping hungrily at her juicy cunt walls, letting her sweet flow seep into his 
mouth. Her fingers trembled over the wavy hair on his head, dragging him down into the 
depths of her hot snatch. He realized she was approaching her point of no return, and 
partially withdrew his tongue to tease her clit with the quick, light touches of a cuntmaster 
who knew how to keep his woman right on the verge of a wild orgasm.

"Suck me. Suck me," Ann panted. "You have to let me come! It won't slow me down. I 
won't want you to stop licking me, if I come. You can do anything in the world to me! I'm 
yours. But... but I have to climax before I go stark, raving mad!"

He said nothing, but he moved her hips to the edge of the bed. "Put me in," he said softly. 
"Guide my cock to where we want it to be."

When she reached for him, her body jerked with surprise. He was totally naked, but she 
had no memory of undressing him or of his warm hands ever leaving her body long enough 
to take his clothes off. He was a man who really knew how to drive her totally out of her mind 
with just his mouth!

Ann spread her pussy with shaking fingers, reaching for his hard cock that throbbed 
erratically and stood straight out above his heavy balls.

She shook with anticipation as his cockhead nudged between her slippery lips. She felt her
hole stretching to take in the thick knob that slowly eased into her hole.

"Ummmmm. That feels so good! So big. So hard."

Now he was moving into her more deeply. There seemed to be no end to the long shaft 
that kept penetrating her quivering pussy. She lifted her knees, spreading, thrusting up. Her 
legs rose to wrap around his strong body.

"Aaaarrrgghhh!"

Her low groan made his immense cock stiffen even more rigidly. "Is... is it all in, Paul? I-I 
can't tell. I'm so damn hot. I feel like I'm just one big cunt. All cunt! Packed full!"

"It's in," he said softly. "Almost all of it. Relax a bit. You're so hot to come, you'll never 
make it. Easy. Easy."

He lay motionless on her trembling body. She felt the hot blood pumping through the 
distended veins of his long shaft as it pulsed against the restricting wall of her inflamed cunt. 
Ann's hips began rotating, ignoring her own desire to lie still and just feel his huge cock 
soaking inside her grasping hole. He responded to her little trembles. His rigid shaft slowly 
moved in and out of her.

He reached beneath her, grasped her hot ass and pulled her cunt up even tighter around 
his thrusting cock. He moved into her slippery tunnel with a faster tempo. His fingers found 
the brown, puckered hole between her asscheeks.

He gently massaged her tingling opening. Her teeth nipped his ear. She moaned when his 
thick middle finger suddenly slid deep into her juice drenched asshole. The hugeness of his 
cock stabbing into her cunt blended with the erotic thrill of his finger tip sliding in and out of 
her asshole to drive Ann right over the edge. Her muscles tensed painfully. Now it was too late
for Paul to stop her intense drive for release.

"Aawwrrrgh!" she grated, harshly. She lifted her head to stare round-eyed at his thick cock 
sliding into her pussy. Her stomach cramped with sharp, stabbing pains. Her mouth clamped 
over his, sucking madly on his probing tongue.

Ann came in long, rolling waves, crying out in the stillness of the huge cabin. Her face 
distorted with the smashing force of her orgasm. Her legs flailed out to wave crazily in the air.

She screamed. Every nerve in her body seemed to explode. Paul's cock suddenly flooded a 
torrent of cum into her spasming cunthole. She clung to him while his cock filled her with 
thick, hot spurts. Her inner muscles clamped on his cock, tugging every molten drop out of his
burning rod. They lay in each other's arms, gasping from the heat of the white-hot flames 
consuming them.

The delicious minutes ticked by. He stayed up, hard, throbbing inside her. Ever so slowly, 
Ann drifted back to the world of reality, to the quiet of the sunlit cabin, the faint sound of 
birds chirping in the trees that brushed against the cabin wall. From off in the distance, she 
could faintly hear Judy's high, childish giggle. She knew what her son was doing.

Paul lifted his head to kiss her soft lips and brush his mouth over her cheek.

"That boy of yours reminds me so much of my own son it hurts. Ted had a girl before he 
had a single hair growing around his hard cock."

He eased back from her and sat up on the wide bed. He looked down at the sexy swell of 
her cunt mound and the wet blonde muff between her soft thighs.

"You are one fantastic female, Ann. I can't believe my good luck, finding you."

She reached for his still-hard cock, pushing him down on the bed. Her mouth slid down 
his shaft. Her tongue bathed every inch of his long cock. He lifted her up over him. They lay 
licking and sucking each other. Only their tongues and their fingers moved, tasting, exploring, 
feeling each other's tingling response to being thoroughly loved.

Ann wanted to be able to concentrate on sucking her man's rigid tool. His hot mouth 
pressing over her pooching cunt lips distracted her. Wonderfully so. But she wanted to give 
him the most terrific blow job of his life!

She rolled off him and swung around to nestle between his outstretched legs. Her hands 
held him straight up. She looked up past his huge pole, smiling into his dark brown eyes. Her 
fingers jacked his slick tool ever so slowly. He groaned, but kept staring down at her 
expression of love. And lust!

Her soft fingers played up and down. Her palm pressed over the wide head of his cock. 
She pulled him toward her a little bit. Her tongue flicked out. His cock jerked in her hands. His 
fingers gathered the soft bedsheet together in two tight balls in his clenching fists. He bit his 
lip, staring down at her strong tongue licking, licking, licking.

She raised up a bit. Her mouth slid down over him. His hands brushed into her silky 
blonde hair. Her head moved up and down. He grew so hard his cock shifted around under 
her mouth. He made little sounds of pleasure deep in his throat. His hand wrapped around 
the base of his long cock. He slowly jacked himself, moving his cockhead back and forth over 
her parted lips.

"Not much more. Can't take much more," he panted.

It was her turn to deny his plea for a climax. She kept on sucking, teasing, dragging her 
white teeth up and down his long, twitching rod. He groaned, his hips lifting up, driving his 
cock deep down her throat.

Ann was determined to keep him from coming for as long as she could. She eased back, 
holding him, trailing her fingertips up over the smooth tip of his wide cock. Her thumb 
pressed gently into his cum channel, stroking up and down with such sensuous slowness that 
he came up off the bed to reach for her. She slipped away, smiling softly at his strained 
expression, at his round eyes watching her fingers teasing him. Her tongue flicked out to 
touch him, lightly as a butterfly. He fell back, moaning.

"You are the meanest woman in all of Pinecrest," he muttered. "My balls are killing me. If 
you don't get me off in sixty seconds, I-well, I'll..."

"You'll what?" she whispered.

"I don't know."

"You knew I was going to love you to death when you brought me up here," she said with 
mock severity. "Now, you are just going to have to suffer the consequences.

"Ann. Please! For my sake. Put my cock in you."

She gave in. It was not difficult to do. When her slick cunt settled down over his rigid tool 
he sighed happily and stretched out on the rumpled sheets. He flung his arms and legs wide, 
lifting his hard cock like a huge spear to fill her aching pussy, to press against the very bottom
of her clenched hole.

"Rrrrufff!" she gasped. "God are you ever hard, Paul!"

She fell silent, moving up and down on him, slowly, at first, then a bit faster. Her nails dug 
into his shoulders. Her full tits jiggled just out of reach of his open mouth. She moved up and 
down on him with long sweeps of her hot body. Her mouth opened, but only a long, low 
moan escaped her parched lips. She wanted to come as badly as he had wanted to shoot, 
when she was sucking on his enormous tool. She fucked him harder and harder, straining for 
her climax.

The pine branches scraped against the cabin, moving in the fresh evening breeze. The 
birds chirped musically outside the huge glass wall of the bedroom. Ann heard nothing, 
nothing except her own rasping breathing as her hips whipped his huge rod in and out of her 
cunt, nothing except the sexy squish of his tool, reaming deeply.

"One more minute," Paul panted. "Thirty seconds! Almost. Almost. Come with me, Ann! 
Come. Come. Come."

Her head lowered. Her hot eyes watched his long shaft ripping up into her spasming 
cunthole. He raised his head. Then his eyes closed. He suddenly grabbed her plunging hips, 
making her hold still.

Ann held her breath. Her cunt gripped him with all its strength. She felt his first spurt of 
red-hot cum jet into her cunt. They held perfectly still. Another hot surge of cum splashed into
her. Another! She came with him silently, tensely, gripping his cock as it throbbed and 
emptied his heavy balls with agonized, convulsive movements. He kept coming and coming. 
Her own orgasm made her shudder and clamp her legs against his hot body. Her hips settled, 
driving every inch of his cock up into her. She slowly bent over, her head bowing and touching
his heaving chest. They clung together; shuddering with the intensity of their mutual orgasm.

His hands moved her off him, tugged her shaking body down beside his. They lay quietly. 
The soft pine-scented breeze wafted through the downstairs window and swept up and over 
their bed, tugging at Ann's blonde hair as she nestled her head on his shoulder.

They drifted off to sleep, utterly content, totally at peace. They didn't hear the cabin door 
squeak open. They didn't see Rich and Judy standing looking down at them. They didn't hear 
the soft squeaking of the sofa springs in the big living room when Rich slid his hard cock into 
Judy's eager little pussy.

The hot girl lay totally naked on the wide sofa. Her softly fuzzed pussy fluttered open and 
closed as he fucked her tight hole with longer and longer strokes.

"Lift up, Rich," Judy panted. "Make your arms stiff. Stay up over me. I want to peek at my 
pussy fucking your prick. Look! The light is just right. Oh! I can see everything that's 
happening."

Rich lowered his head to peer down at his stiff cock sliding into her. He could see her 
perky clit standing straight up. He could almost count the wispy hairs on her cunt mound. He 
watched her tight wet hole forming a tiny "O" around his shaft.

Her finger touched the tip of her clit. She bit her lip and shivered. "Ooooooo, Rich. Fuck 
me. Fuck me, honey."

"Sssshhhh!" he whispered. "If we wake Paul up there could be hell to pay. I'm not sure 
about what he'd think about us fucking this way. He's a stranger to me."

Judy giggled and tilted her hips so she could see even better. "He'd love to watch you do 
it to me. He's a man. I bet he would fuck me, if your mother let him."

Rich stopped fucking her tight snatch and sat back on his folded legs.

"You mean you'd fuck with an old man like him?"

Judy pulled him down and kissed him. She rubbed her hard nipples against his bare chest. 
She bit his ear.

"You're jealous, huh? That makes me feel good inside. But you know my daddy balls me. 
And you don't care about that. At least, that's what you told me. Paul is my daddy's age. 
what's the difference?"

Rich didn't answer. He looked down at her wet little pussy and began fucking it all the 
harder.

"You're my chick," he grumbled. "Let him screw Mom."

She kissed him. Real hard. But the idea of getting hold of Paul's big cock had not left her 
mind. No way!

Her fingers lifted him out of her slick cunthole. She held his rod tightly against her open 
pussy and swiveled her hips hotly up and down and around and around. Her clit leaped to 
attention. Judy began to breath with quick little gasps. She put him back in her hole and 
wrapped her arms and legs around his strong body.

"Do it harder! Go! Go! Go! I'm coming!"

"Me too. Damn it! And it's gonna hurt. This will be my third time since we got here."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Judy panted. Her shriek of joy when her climax whipped through her 
slim body brought Paul to his feet, looking around his bedroom with a puzzled expression. He
strode to the railing and looked down at the two kids clinging together. Coming! Coming!

"Like his mother," he grinned. "One hot boy. And that little angel!"

He looked down at his cock lifting as he listened to her happy sniffling and whimpering as 
her climax trailed off. He wondered if Ann would be angry if he messed around with the hot 
young chick. Maybe... just a little?

CHAPTER EIGHT

The cabin was dark. Judy and Rich were sound asleep on the wide sofa in the living room. 
Paul looked at the slim girl's little body outlined by the clinging sheet and absently brushed 
his hand over his swelling cock.

Ann turned from poking the blazing fire to see him standing and staring at Rich's 
girlfriend. She smiled to herself as she leaned the poker against the stone fireplace. Ann knew 
Paul was dying to get between the young chick's legs.

She wrapped the warm flannel robe more closely around her curves. At the altitude of 
Pinecrest, the night air was not just cool. It was actually cold! In mid-July!

Ann's bare feet moved over the polished hardwood floor, taking her close to Paul, as he 
stood watching Judy's small breasts rising and failing softly. Her hand slipped under his robe. 
His cock was more than half up just from looking at the girl.

"You'd like to see your big thick cock going into her tiny, peach-fuzz pussy, wouldn't you, 
Paul?"

He grinned at her and waved his hand in the air noncommittally. "Would you be jealous? 
Would you mind if I... played around with the girl. A little?"

Ann smiled, squeezing his hardening tool. "With Judy, there would be no such thing as 
'playing around a little'. She'd rape you!"

"And if she did?"

"Well," Ann smiled. "I'm not the type to just sit around and watch. I'd want to get my pussy
raped too."

"How would you manage that?' he laughed. "The only other cock in this cabin is attached 
to..." He broke off in mid-sentence, looking at her cheeks reddening with a delighted blush of 
color. "You mean... with your own boy..."

"In an emergency," Ann said softly. "And rape is certainly an emergency situation."

He stood looking into her eyes, his cock lifting and beginning to harden. He coughed and 
turned to stare at the bulge of Rich's husky cock, under the white sheet.

"Oh," he said quietly.

"Oh," Ann echoed. "Tit for tat!"

She pulled him down beside her on a wide couch in front of the crackling fire. There 
should be no secrets between them, Ann decided. Hesitantly, she told him about the night 
after the funeral, and how she and Rich had made love.

He nodded, listening intently. Thinking. His cock stayed erect in her soft hands, a tiny drop
of moisture trembling on the tip of his stiff tool.

"We are not going to waste precious hours of our vacation bringing each other up to date 
on our past sexual experiences, although I believe in being totally honest and open with a 
woman I love. Let's just say that I can understand how it happened. The emotional impact 
must have wiped you out! And it would drive me utterly crazy to see you fucking Rich. But I'm 
not opposed to whatever we may want to do, so long as no one gets hurt."

"My rules, too," Ann said quietly.

His cock throbbed painfully in Ann's hands. He slid down to the floor and lifted her leg up 
over his head and rested it on his wide shoulder. His mouth crept closer and closer to her 
open pussy. Ann held her breath, wetting her lips, waiting for the sexy moment of contact.

Someone knocked on the cabin door. Again. Louder. Paul muttered under his breath and 
lurched to his feet. Ann pulled the robe around her.

"Who the hell... at this hour... up here?" He swung the door wide, to stand looking at his 
son smiling apologetically at him.

"Sorry about this, Dad. You forgot to sign the contract with Mitchell and Son. I had no 
choice but to disturb you. I'm sorry."

"Come in, Ted. No apology is necessary. Give me the papers."

He sat down to reread the contract, while his twenty-year-old boy moved over to stand 
with his back to the blazing logs. His soft eyes traveled over Ann's curves, showing very clearly
under the robe she had wrapped tightly around her. He smiled and let his eyes rove over to 
the sleeping figures on the sofa. Ann saw his cock begin to swell and move down his thigh.

Ann felt a little devil prodding her. She began to hum, very softly. "Thank heaven... for little
girls..." He grinned and ducked his head. She'd nailed him right down. Ann wondered why 
men went wild about young cunt. And the younger the better, it seemed. She was sure Ted 
would fuck Judy quicker than she could snap her fingers, if he had the opportunity.

Opportunity! Ann came to life! Her clit began to itch. She had promised herself to get her 
hands on Ted's cock the first moment she'd met him, in Paul's office. Why, wasn't this very 
evening her best opportunity for just exactly such a move? As though he had read her mind, 
his eyes returned to her full tits jutting up under the robe. She smiled softly at him and 
deliberately shifted around on the couch. The flickering firelight glowed on the white mounds 
of her breasts that showed between the edges of her parted robe. She lifted her knee. The soft
material slid up her leg, revealing her slim thigh and just the very edge of her muff of blonde 
hair.

She patted the cushion beside her. "Why don't you sit down and talk to me, Ted? It will 
take Paul a little while to go over that contract."

He eased away from the fireplace and sat down beside her, his eyes burning into the open 
V of her robe. She put her arm on the back of the couch, seeing to it that her robe opened 
even more. One breast escaped. Its nipple was up, pink and firm. Her knee drifted open and 
closed. The scent of her hot pussy reached his flaring nostrils.

"Ah... what shall we... talk about?"

"Anything you like. Sex? Right away, or later?"

He grinned, his white teeth flashing in the light from the fire.

Ann put her hand on his leg. Very gently. She leaned against him.

"We might talk about understandings between people," she said. "Paul and I were talking 
about that very thing, before you knocked on our door."

"Go on."

His hand brushed over her shoulder. His fingertips touched her bare flesh. She felt his cock
lengthen and glide down his thigh to touch the edge of her hand.

"Like some other man I know, your father has ideas about Judy. And we worked out how... 
how it might happen. And what I would do, while he was... ah... exploring an acquaintance 
with the young girl."

Ted's hand slipped down. His finger touched her erect nipple. Slowly, very slowly, Ann's 
hand slid over his growing hard-on. He didn't move an inch. But his hand swooped down to 
cup and lift her heavy breast. Her nipple burned like fire against his palm.

"And... and what did you work out?"

Ann rested her head on his shoulder. Now her fingers pressed boldly down over his hard 
cock. Her tit swelled under his warm hand.

"The details don't matter. But we are allowing each other a great deal of freedom with sex. 
So long as no one gets hurt."

His voice was low. Almost as sexy as Paul's.

"I see." He glanced over at his father, turning the pages, absorbed in his reading. "Well... if I
get any harder I'm going to split a perfectly good pair of slacks." He grinned. He let her slide 
his zipper down.

Ann looked at a duplicate of Paul's beautiful cock and caught her breath sharply.

"God!" she murmured.

"He's watching! Be careful."

He smiled so winningly Ann could not suppress her soft laughter. Paul's son had all the 
charm of his father and equipment to match! As though the waves of erotic heat spreading 
out through the room from the couch were making Judy too warm under the sheet, she 
murmured in her sleep and brushed it away. Her hand sleepily covered Rich's long, soft cock.

Paul looked over at the youngsters, and then hunched his shoulders and resolutely tried to
return to reading the dull contract. His eyes caught the white shaft gleaming in the subdued 
light. He looked at his son's rigid cock standing straight up in Ann's tight fist. He smiled and 
shook his head, rolling his eyes comically. But he turned his back to them and plowed on 
through the contract, with one hand holding his hard cock.

Ted stared at Judy's tiny hand sleepily toying with Rich's growing dong. He looked down at
his own cock, throbbing hotly in Ann's fist, then at her breast rising and falling softly under his
fingertips.

Ann slid down a little, raising her knees and letting them slowly part. The firelight colored 
her soft puff of silky blonde hair a rich ruby tint. He could see her stiff clit rising from the soft 
curls. His arm brushed over the head of his hard-on as he slowly reached down between Ann's
open thighs. His fingertip touched the tip of her clit. Her body jerked, thrilling to the 
sensations rippling through her.

Their heads touched. Their eyes watched his finger moving over, beside, around, softly 
massaging her tingling nubbin. Her cunt began to gleam wetly in the flickering light. Her clit 
stiffened even more under his touch. She moaned softly.

It was delicious to lie back and let him play with her soft cunt. To feel his rigid rod 
twitching erotically in her hand. To watch her boy's cock stiffening under Judy's slim fingers. 
Her nipples felt taut enough to snap off at the slightest touch. Her cunthole trembled. Her 
hips moved, undulating under his hand, dragging her clit against the length of his finger 
pressing down on it.

Her hips lifted. His finger moved ever so slowly, ever so deeply, into her warm pussy. Her 
hand moved as his hand moved. She stroked him, down, up, down, up. His finger moved in, 
out, in, out. The sucking sound of her cunt clamping around his finger reached Paul's ears. He 
flipped the contract papers a little faster.

Ann's thumb rubbed over the wet head of Ted's hard-on. She looked down at his stiff rod 
in her hand. Her gaze drifted to her boy's erect cock, standing up straight as a pole. To Paul's 
curved fingers holding his own fantastic erection. The very air was charged with super-tension.

Ann wondered how much longer she could stand to let Ted play with her cunt, and not slip
into a wildly thrashing orgasm. She had never been played with for so long. So tenderly. So 
skillfully. The sound of her heavy breathing made Rich mutter in his sleep and slide his hand 
between Judy's parted thighs. His finger must have gone straight into her tight cunthole. Judy 
stirred and moved her head over to rest on his stomach. Her mouth opened. Her tongue 
flicked out to lick the boy's swollen cocktip.

Ted slowly stood up. His clothes hit the floor. Ann held her breath, watching his long cock 
waving in the air. Would he put it in her wet cunt? Would he slide it into her willing mouth? 
Would he sit back down and let her stroke him to a gushing climax?

Paul picked up the pen and dashed his signature across the bottom of the contract. He 
stood up, slipping out of his robe. Ann knew he was torn between joining her and Ted, and 
moving over to Judy's drowsy little figure lying with her legs wide open, Rich slowly 
fingerfucking her cunt.

Ted knelt beside the couch. Ann's legs went over his shoulders. His mouth closed over her 
wet pussy. Her hips inched her tingling cunt toward his mouth. She sighed. Ted ate her with 
exactly the same wonderful technique as his father. She was so close to coming, in seconds, 
that she closed her mouth tightly so she would not cry out and wake the teenagers.

Ann lay back, thrilling to the gentle probing of Ted's agile tongue. Her eyes followed Paul 
as he moved over to the sofa and leaned over to see Rich's finger moving in and out of Judy's 
tiny cunthole. His hand stroked his rigid erection while he watched Rich fingerfucking the girl. 
Judy was not asleep. Not now! Her eyes fastened on Paul's thick cock jutting out of his 
clenched fist. She bit down on Rich. He muttered something and rolled onto his back. His eyes
opening to see Paul's immense, rigid cock being stroked right over his face.

"Rich," Judy whispered. "Fuck me. I need your cock in me. Now!"

He closed his eyes, but quickly rolled over or her. Her legs rose in the air gracefully, and 
crossed over his back. She held him tightly to her, fucking his rigid prick with slow strokes of 
her hips. But her hot eyes never left Paul's cock.

Ann found her voice. "Why don't we go upstairs, Ted? Paul?"

Her legs felt so weak she stumbled on the short flight and would have fallen if Ted and 
Paul had not held her up. Her hands gripped a stiff rod. One on her right. One on her left. Her 
head swam with wildly erotic ideas. Would they both fuck her at the same time?

Ann slid onto the wide bed. She lay on her back, her legs wide open. Her eyes watched the
shadowy figures of the two men moving toward her.

Paul looked at his son. "I don't remember one fucking word in that contract! I'll have to go
over it again. Stay the night, Ted. Here. With us. In this bed."

Ted nodded, waiting for his father to make the first move to make love to Ann. She held 
her breath. Her body shook with tiny tremors. Her fingers twitched. She could hear Judy 
panting softly in the room below their balcony. She could hear the springs of the sofa 
creaking erotically. She could hear Rich's heavy breathing. She waited. Her nerves were tight 
as a bowstring.

Paul lay down beside her. His strong hands eased her shaking body over on top of him. 
stretching her out, face up. His rigid cock slid into her wet cunthole. After four quick strokes, 
his long shaft was slippery. Buried to the hilt in her quivering cunt. He looked up at his son 
and smiled.

Ted knelt between their outstretched legs. His heavy tool came closer and closer to Ann's 
pussy, already packed full of hard, hard cock. Ann's heart pounded in her ears. He was going 
to fuck her pussy! He was going to slide his enormous dick right into her wet hole! Right on 
top of his father's rigid prong! She tried very hard to lie still. Waiting. Waiting.

Paul eased out of her a little. She felt Ted's wide cockhead pressing her fluttering cunthole 
open. Slowly, so slowly Ann almost screamed with impatience, he moved into her. She 
moaned. A long, deep, drawn-out moan. Paul's tool moved in. Ted eased out. Ann's arms lay 
stretched out on the wide bed, trying to balance her trembling body on top of Paul. She felt 
Ted's hard rod moving into her cunt.

Paul withdrew. The two men fucked her as a perfect team. Her pussy was never without a 
hard cock filling it full. Her cuntwalls stretched to take the width of their two rods. They did 
not hurt her. She was amazed at how she was able to relax her muscles and let both men 
screw her hot cunt with alternating strokes, and feel only ecstasy.

Paul and Ted were hard as granite. They fucked her with long, slow strokes. Her breasts 
were covered with warm hands squeezing, lifting, gently pinching her tingling nipples. Her 
hips moved ever so cautiously, fucking back at the ramrods penetrating her slick tunnel.

Suddenly Ann shuddered. Both men had begun to enter her at the same. precise moment. 
They both slid into her. They both drew out, ever so slowly Their rigid tools formed one 
gigantic piston churning in and out. Never had Ann felt anything like the sensations that 
rippled through her. Never had she taken so much hard cock at one time. A velvet fog drifted 
over her eyes. She lay still, concentrating on the unbelievable sensations her pussy was giving 
her.

The men fucked her. Slowly, without fatigue Endlessly. They went on and on and on. Ann 
kept drifting off into a red-hazed erotic cloudland. Coming back. Trying fitfully to sort out the 
confusion of messages her cunt was zipping up her spine to her foggy mind.

This could not go on! She could not take any more. She wanted to climax, but she didn't 
want to. She wanted to scream with erotic joy, but her throat was tight and dry. Still the huge 
cock churned in and out of her cunt, not stopping for tiny second.

Her fingers plucked at the bedsheet. Little gasping sighs escaped her parched lips. She was
being slowly killed. With love!

CHAPTER NINE

Dimly, as though from a great distance, Ann heard the excited sound of voices in the room
below. The smell of wood smoke reached her. She heard Paul swear under his breath. He lifted
her off him. She clung to Ted, keeping his cock buried deeply in her spasming pussy.

"Fucking place will burn down if I don't get that log back into the fireplace," Paul told her. 
He coughed, waving his hands at the smoke that had quickly filled the cabin. She heard him 
swearing and poking the fire. Windows slid open. The cold night air drifted in.

Ann snuggled underneath Ted. Her hands closed around his stiff tool. She played with him 
while he fucked her hot cunt. Now his hips moved faster. She closed her eyes. Without the 
power of sight, Ann could have sworn it was Paul's huge dick sliding in and out of her. She 
came almost instantly, clinging to Ted, biting his shoulder, shaking like a leaf under him. He 
went right on. He never missed a single stroke.

Her cunt gripped him. Her strong muscles rippled. She made him come with a sudden 
rush. Still he didn't stop. It was as though he had never gotten off at all.

I'm going to die, Ann thought happily. They are going to fuck me to death. And I want 
them to. I don't care. This is heaven!

Her more serious mind told her she wasn't going to die. No one died from being fucked 
until a pussy was so sore it screamed for relief. A long soak in a hot tub would make her cunt 
as good as new. Almost.

Ann lost all track of time. She was out of it. Completely. Her head rolled on the soft pillow. 
Her pussy took Ted with all the eagerness of a tender virgin feeling her first cock sliding into 
her tight hole. She was going to fuck all night. All day tomorrow. Was it tomorrow already? 
The cabin seemed to be getting lighter. Ann didn't care. She snuggled down into the mattress,
her arms holding Ted close. They kissed. They fucked and fucked and fucked, never stopping, 
never pausing to draw a deep breath. Never before had Ann made love for so long. She had 
no more orgasms in her. It didn't matter a bit. Her contentment filled her with a soft love that 
flowed out to Ted, to his hard cock slowly churning in her cunt.

Downstairs, Paul straightened up and leaned the poker against the fireplace. He looked 
over at Judy lying on her back, steadily fucking Rich's stiff dick. Rich glanced up and grinned. 
Then he moved over a bit on the sofa, inviting Paul to sit down beside them. With a slow grin, 
the head of Fashion House settled on the cushion, his erect cock right beside Judy's hand that 
was pressing Rich's firm butt.

The boy felt her hand brush away from him. His eyes saw Judy's fingers close around Paul's
stiffness. He grinned and ducked his head down on the far side of Judy's tousled head. His 
cock grew even harder. He could feel the hot girl's body moving as she jacked Paul's rigid 
tool.

The sound of Ann's panting floated through the cool air, to Paul's ears, to Judy, to Rich. 
The pace picked up. Her slim fingers whipped up and down. Rich's tool slammed into her slick 
little cunt with increasing speed.

With no warning, Rich came. He grunted in surprise, feeling his dick spilling into Judy's 
tight little cunt. In a moment he pulled out to wander over to the window and breathe deeply 
of the brisk night air. He didn't say a word when Paul pulled Judy's little bottom over near the 
edge of the sofa cushion and lifted her slim legs. His cock grew hard, watching Paul eat his 
girlfriend's pussy. He wasn't hurting her, Rich knew. Judy shook and whimpered, but she kept 
her little pussy right on the cushion, looking down with round eyes at Paul licking and sucking
her sweet cunt.

Rich grew restless. He knew Judy would pass out from a dozen climaxes before she would 
ever holler uncle, and beg him to stop eating her snatch. And Paul showed no signs of ever, 
ever leaving her delicious, quivering cunt. He wandered up the stairs to stand and watch Ted 
fucking his mother.

The restless boy slipped into bed to lie beside her and watch Ted's stiff rod working in her 
pussy. Ted smiled at him, but he didn't stop fucking.

"Hey, Rich. What's up?"

"You! Looks like. And me."

Ann opened her misty eyes and turned to gaze at Rich's twitching erection, right beside 
her parted lips. She was pleased at Ted's easy acceptance of Rich's presence. She lay under 
him listening to their easy chatter, while Ted's tool pleasured her happy pussy.

"Where's Paul?" Ann asked Rich. "Did he take care of the fire?"

Her son grinned at her. "Yep. And he's keeping another fire going in Judy."

Ann glanced sharply at her boy. But Rich didn't seem upset. He lay beside her, watching 
her fuck, talking to Ted in low tones.

Ted became aware of a subtle undercurrent of emotion flowing between Ann and her son. 
His cock stiffened even more when Rich suddenly turned on his side and lay his erect dick 
against his mother's open mouth. She licked his shaft hotly. She began to purr. Her hips 
fucked Ted a little faster.

Judy's rising wail floated up to the three on the wide bed. It was the finishing touch for 
Ted. Ann felt his cock abruptly unload a raging torrent of hot cum. He held tightly to her. 
Looking down at her mouth sucking Rich's hard tool. He eased back, and in a moment 
padded down the stairs. Ann heard Judy's little yelp of surprise. Ted must have joined his 
father!

Ann pulled Rich over her. His hard rod slipped into her drenched cunthole. They began to 
fuck as though it was that first night, all over again.

Ann could not keep quiet. Not now. Her flaming hot cunt gripped her son's cock like an 
iron vise. Her panting filed the cabin. In a moment, Judy's voice joined hers. She could hear 
Paul gasping as he fucked the young girl. She could hear Judy murmuring encouragement to 
him as her tight pussy stretched to take his huge tool. Then her voice became muffled. Ann 
guessed she was sucking on Ted. But she didn't care what they did with the hot chick. She 
hugged Rich tightly to her, screwing his cock with quick snapping motions of her hips.

The cabin grew lighter with the glow of the rising sun. Once again the sound of birds 
twittering as they foraged for their breakfasts reached Ann's ears.

"Oh, God, you're like an iron rod in me, Rich. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He plowed into her, his hands sliding under her writhing body to mash her full tits against 
his chest. His hips rose and fell, driving his cock to the bottom of her tender pussy. She rolled 
over, coming and coming, but she didn't stop. Would not stop. Could not keep from fucking 
his hard cock. Ann felt the bed sag under the weight of a man. She opened her eyes to see 
Paul watching her screwing her son. He said nothing. He lay down and watched her blonde 
muff being penetrated by her boy's rigid rod.

Rich slowed down. "Is... is Judy all right?"

Paul smiled. "She's fine. Fell asleep. Ted is holding her so she won't slip off the sofa. He's 
out like a light, himself. How are you doing?"

Rich sniffed. "My cock is sore. And I'm hungry."

Ann came slowly back to the realities of life. She eased him out of her and patted his firm 
ass.

"Go. Find some food. Bring some back. I'll be right here."

He hadn't reached the small cabin kitchen before Paul was in her cunt. He screwed her 
flaming red pussy as though he had just found her. Ann's nails dug into his flesh. She didn't 
know where she found the strength to keep fucking, but it was there!

The bed squeaked and rolled around on the floor and his cock slammed in and out of her 
slick cunt. He raised her legs, folding her up, drilling into her sore pussy with wild, hard 
thrusts.

"Paul! Paul! Oh, Paul!"

There was one little climax left. It had to get out. Ann gritted her teeth. Her cunt closed 
down tightly. With a low, agonized moan, she slid into a long, shuddering orgasm.

Paul came with her. Abruptly. Flooding her sore cunt with a small ocean of cum. He fell on 
her hot body, gasping for breath.

After a long while, he stirred and nibbled her ear. "If we don't get out of this bed, you sex 
fiend, I'll never get to show you my favorite hide-a-way place. Pinecrest is really worth 
exploring."

Ann was reluctant to get up, but she knew that after a short rest and a quick shower and 
some food, Paul would be as ready as she to hit the sheets and fuck the rest of the day away.

He had to help her stand up. He held her under the splashing flow of spring water from 
the pulsing-spray shower head. He washed every inch of her body. Her hands soaped his long 
cock but he wouldn't let her hold him long enough to stir his emotions any more than they 
already were.

"Later. Much Later. I'm not the Bionic Man, you know. My parts are very human. And frail."

She gave him a quick kiss, and a disbelieving shake of her head. He dried her soft skin and 
gave her pussy a too-quick kiss. Nude, they wandered out to the kitchen to find there was no 
place left at the table.

Judy was hungrily demolishing a stack of pancakes Rich had whipped up. Ted smiled and 
shoved a platter of crisp bacon and fried eggs toward them, but he wouldn't give up his chair 
next to Judy's curvy little body.

Ann and Paul took their plates back upstairs and ate sitting in the middle of the huge bed. 
The sun slanted into the room through the glass wall. Its rays made a halo out of Ann's blonde
hair.

"Angel!" Paul suddenly exclaimed. "That's my own name for you, Ann. My Angel."

They heard Ted snort, in the kitchen underneath their balcony.

Judy giggled. "Kids in love are sickening, aren't they?"

Rich laughed. "Yeah. Awful mushy and silly."

Ann and Paul cracked up. Their empty plates crashed to the floor as they rolled around on 
the bed, laughing like loons. Paul held his stomach.

"Am I ever sore!" he said. "Too much fucking last night." He rolled out of bed, holding to 
the edge to keep from falling back down again. "Come on, Superman. You can do it."

He stumbled down the stairs. "If we don't unpack these cases, we'll end up going 
sightseeing totally nude. And that would not set too well with the Rangers. Come down and 
help me, Angel."

"Yuck!" Judy and Rich chorused.

Ted tapped his father on the back. "Read this damn contract, please. The wheels are 
stopped at Fashion House until I get back."

Paul grimaced, but he sat down, naked and tackled the thick sheaf of papers. Ann and the 
teens cleaned up the kitchen and reluctantly got dressed. Judy and Rich were gone in a 
twinkling. She heard them crashing through the pine woods, in search of she-knew-what. A 
secluded place to fuck!

Paul handed the contract to Ted. "It's O.K. as is. I'll be back in the office tomorrow morning,
probably." He grinned at his boy. "Depends."

Ted nodded, put the papers in his pocket and kissed Ann. She heard the cold engine 
cough, then catch and in a moment his car disappeared around a bend in the road.

Paul fumbled through his suitcase, muttering under his breath.

"Well, hell! Forgot my bottle of Old Grandad. Ann, a party isn't a party without some 
booze. And the nights get cold up here. I'm going to whiz down the road to that little store at 
the turnoff. Be back in a jiffy."

Ann puttered around the cabin, her full tits moving against the rough fabric of her 
camping shirt. Her nipples would not go down. She felt awfully lonely, with Ted and Paul 
suddenly gone. Heaven knew where the kids were, but she was sure they wouldn't go farther 
away than the first place to lie down under the trees and get it on again.

She took a long, hot bath and dried and powdered her curvy body. Most of her bruises 
and bumps were gone. She was amazed, but then she'd been running in high gear for hours 
and hours. Probably her increased circulation had helped heal her battle scars.

Ann heard a car stop in front of the cabin and raced down the stairs in her Levi's and 
wrinkled old shirt to swing the door wide open for Paul. She stood blinking in surprise at the 
tall bearded man standing on the small porch of the cabin.

"Car broke down. Gotta use your phone. Call for help."

Before Ann could say a word he pushed past her and stood looking around the cabin. He 
reeked of cheap whiskey. His clothes were faded and torn. A pair of binoculars swung from a 
cord around his neck. He was big, ugly and smelly.

"We... we don't have a phone here," Ann told him. He grinned at her. His jagged yellow 
teeth made him look like a hungry wolf on the prowl.

"I know that, chickie. Just wanted to be sure you were alone."

Ann moved away from him, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Well, then, what do you 
want?"

"Three guesses." He chuckled, pushing the door shut. "I been watching you through my 
glasses. Nice glass window this cabin's got. I saw you fuckin' up there in that sack. Thought I'd 
get me some luvin'. You're built like a brick shithouse, honey. I like big-boobed broads."

Ann stared at his ugly face, his bleary eyes, his immense bulge in his ragged trousers. 
Before she could move, his hand shot out and ripped her shirt open. His eyes gleamed as her 
full tits were exposed. He grinned and sniffed.

"Smells like heaven-on-earth, honey. I like my women sweet and clean. Makes pussy eatin' 
a real pleasure."

His foot caught the back of her ankles. His huge hand pushed against her chest. She fell 
flat on the floor, but instantly tried to scramble to her feet.

His paw scooped up a heavy ashtray from the end table by the sofa. It crashed against the 
side of her head. Without a sound Ann crumpled to the floor.

He stood looking down at her for a long moment, rubbing his cock. Her Levi's came off 
with one jerk. He threw them in a corner and tossed her torn shirt on top of them.

"Jesus, what a build you got, sweetie!" He dragged her across the room and dumped her 
inert body on the long sofa. His rough hands pushed her legs apart. He stood and stared at 
her blonde puff of cunt hair.

"Nice! Very, very nice! The clod who brung you up here got good taste."

He stalked out to the kitchen and returned with a pitcher of cold water. With a long swing 
of his muscular arm, he splashed the water over her head.

"Come on, baby. Wake up. I like 'em alive and kickin'."

Ann groaned, pressing her hands against her throbbing head. She looked up at his beady 
eyes staring at her naked body. Cold terror made her eyes snap wide open, her mouth go dry 
as dust.

He moved closer to her. He was in no hurry. His hand reached in his fly and jerked out a 
long, ugly cock. It was up full. It bent off to one side. Pimples and what Ann guessed to be 
teeth marks, after one horrified glance at his dick, marked almost every inch of his thick tool. 
Ann was so terrified she was sure she would throw up her breakfast all over the sofa.

"You like to have your pussy ate." He grinned at her.

"Not by you!" she shot back.

"Tough shit. Spread 'em, honey. You're gonna learn what a real pussy licker can do for 
you."

As he bent over her she quickly lifted both feet and kicked at his head. He chuckled and 
dodged, moving awfully fast for a man his size. His rough hands caught her legs. As though 
she were weak as a child, he pushed them apart, staring at her dry cunt.

"Like I said, you got a sweet snatch, baby. And them boobs!"

He fell on her like a brick wall, pinning her to the sofa. His ugly cock jammed against her 
cringing pussy. His wide hands mashed her tits. Any thought he'd had about going down on 
her was lost. He was ready to fuck! To kill her, if he had to, Ann was sure. He wanted to feel his
cock in her pretty cunt. He was going to rape her! Right there on the sofa where she and Ted 
had thrilled to the ecstasies of their first encounter.

Ann's hands grabbed for his greasy hair. She jammed his long nose in her mouth and bit it
with all her strength. Her knee came up, smashing against his balls.

He grunted in surprise, wrenching away. His heavy hand whipped across her face so hard 
he knocked her half unconscious.

"Wanna play rough, we'll play rough," he muttered. "But you're gonna get fucked!"

CHAPTER TEN

The moment the teens had slipped out of the cabin after breakfast, Judy grabbed Rich's 
hand and took off, running like a deer up the hill behind the cabin. He stumbled along beside 
her until she collapsed, giggling, on a huge pile of pine needles under twin trees reaching for 
the sky.

She pulled Rich close to her and put his hand inside her shirt. Ann was right. Judy was hot 
to trot! And she'd taken Rich straight to a perfect place she'd spotted when they were out 
roaming through the woods the day before.

When Rich's hand cupped her small breast, but didn't move, she inched closer to him and 
touched his cheek with her slim finger.

"You mad at me?" she whispered.

Rich shrugged. "Why should I be mad?"

"'Cause I made out with Paul and Ted last night."

Rich grunted. "I know. I watched you. But you did okay. And they treated you nice."

"But you're jealous."

"So?"

Judy put her hand inside his fly. "That means you really care for me. If you didn't, you 
wouldn't mind who screwed me. You love me, huh."

"Yeah."

"Well, then..."

"What?"

She sat up, looking at his frown. "Well, jeez, Rich. You're not doin' anything. I thought we 
were going to fuck. This place is really neat. And I'm hot."

"Judy, sometimes a guy-" He broke off. "Listen! Someone's coming."

"Well, it ain't me."

"Fun-nee. Shut up a minute. Listen..." They heard young voices talking, coming up the hill 
toward their hidden nest. A red shirt flashed in a beam of sunlight. A boy and a girl were 
hiking up the slope, straight toward them.

"Oh, shit!" Judy grumbled. "Now I won't..."

He put his hand over her mouth, nestling down lower. The two teenagers kept on coming, 
looking around to see if anyone else was in the woods. They lay down under a huge bush, not 
twenty feet from Rich and Judy. Every word they said carried through the soft air, clear as a 
bell.

"Your dad's gonna raise hell when we get back, Tiny," the boy told her. "You know he 
already suspects we been doin' it. He's gonna ask a jillion questions."

"I don't care. I'm so hot my panties are all icky. I'll worry about Daddy after... after you fuck
me." She giggled, squirming out of her shorts.

Judy and Rich came up on their knees, peeking down at the two kids stripping naked. Rich 
whistled softly as the girl's pert tits were revealed when she slipped out of her halter and 
stood rubbing her boobs, impatiently waiting for the boy to kick his pants off.

The moment his cock was free, she fell on him like she was starved! Her mouth slid his dick
way into her throat. She whipped her dark-haired pussy over his face and ground her cunt 
mound against his open mouth.

Judy's hand gripped Rich's cock so tightly he winced. Her nipples popped up hard, like tiny
pebbles.

"That's called 'deep throating'. What she's doing with his cock," Rich whispered.

"He's gonna choke her to death," Judy snickered. She was wriggling out of her clothes. Her
quick fingers undressed Rich. So fast he grunted with surprise, she had his cock in her wet 
pussy hole, twisting around to get into a position where she could fuck him and still watch the
two teenagers wildly sucking on each other.

"He's hung!" Judy whispered. Her excited pussy clamped around Rich's dick. Her little hips 
humped up and down. "And she loves it! Look how her heels dig into him. Oooooo, that 
makes me hot."

"Skip! Do it to me! Harder. Ummmmmmm, nice! Oh, that feels so good!"

"Sshhh! Want everybody in Pinecrest to know we're up here fucking like this?"

"Is there a better way to do it?" the girl giggled.

"Oh, shit! You and your sense of humor," he groaned. But then he kissed her long and 
hard. His strong hips drove his cock out of sight, up her eager, hot cunt.

Now the girl was really going. Her mouth opened. Her arms gripped his neck so hard he 
squashed her pretty tits flat against his bare chest. She panted and licked her dry lips, fucking 
his rigid tool with the hungry drive of a very recent virgin.

"Oh, no!"

"Skip! Are you gonna come so soon?"

He pulled away from her just a little bit. His hands spread on the soft pine needles, 
pushing his body up. He looked down at her pink clit sticking straight up out of her tight curls.
He groaned.

"Mistake! Oh, man, big mistake. Shouldn't have looked at your pussy. Now I really can't 
hold it back."

She whimpered, crossing her strong legs over him. She dug her nails into his humping ass 
and fucked faster and faster.

"I want to come with you. Wait. Wait, damnit!"

Judy wiggled under Rich. He felt her pussy close like a tiny fist around his shaft. She 
stroked him with harder and harder movements of her slim hips.

Rich peered through the bushes at the flushed face of the boy. He saw him close his eyes. 
He saw him thrust all the way in and hold it. Quivering. Gasping.

"He's had it," Rich mumbled. "Jack rabbit fucker."

Judy bit his ear. "I'm glad you don't come that quick," she whispered. Rich shifted around, 
trying to get a better grip on her slim hips. His foot kicked a stone loose. They both watched, 
holding their breath, while it rolled and skipped down the hill. Right into the little love nest 
below their own.

Skip leaped to his feet, his eyes wide, frightened. His wet cock trembled and promptly 
collapsed. Tiny scrambled to her feet, looking up the hill. She squinted, ducking down. Her 
sharp eyes spotted two naked bodies through the underbrush.

"There! And they're screwing! Skip! It's okay. They aren't old people."

She scampered up the hill, her bare breasts skidded to a halt, looking down, "Hi!"

"Hi!" Judy smiled cheerfully at the pretty teenager. "We were watching you fuck," she said, 
impulsively.

The girl made a face and bent over to whisper, like a conspirator, in Judy's ear.

"He's okay. Comes too darn quick. I gotta train him."

She glanced over her shoulder. Skip came panting up to stand beside her and grin 
foolishly at Judy. He covered his soft cock with his hands and shifted and scuffled around.

Judy felt Rich growing hard as a steel rod in her cunt. His eyes were staring at Tiny's pretty 
pussy and she knew it. She stood with her feet slightly apart, and gave him a quick bump.

"Sit down," Judy urged them. "We'll be through here. Ummmm. Pretty soon!" she gasped.

Rich's cock reamed into her hole like a pile driver. He kept looking at the teen's cunt while 
he fucked Judy's happy pussy. Tiny squatted down, peeking between their bodies to watch 
Rich's hard tool, gleaming wet with Judy's juice.

"Give it to her," she whispered. "God, look at him go, Skip!"

Her boyfriend's cock was lifting. Swelling. He coughed nervously and tried to hide his 
hard-on under his hands. Tiny reached up and slapped his fingers away.

"Chicken! Let her see what you've got. It's a nice one."

He grinned and turned bright red. Judy's eyes closed. She could look at his cock later. She 
concentrated on how good it felt to be fucked on the soft bed of pine needles. The sun 
filtered through the branches, playing softly on her pretty face.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open. She bit her red lips. Her nails dug into Rich.

"Ah! Oh. Oh. Oh!!"

Both Tiny and Skip sat down on the soft ground, staring at Judy's face as the hot girl came.
And came! Rich was a split second behind her. He grunted as his rigid tool shot his heavy 
load.

"Whew!" Tiny muttered. "You come as hard as my mom." Then she blushed and fell silent.

Rich rolled off and sat rubbing his sweaty face. He looked up at Skip, but the boy was 
staring intently down the hill.

"Isn't that old Wretched Richard's car in front of that cabin, Tiny?"

The girl stood beside him, peering through the trees. "Yeah. Is that your place?" she asked 
Rich.

He nodded. "Why?"

"Because that son of a bitch has a bad rep around here. Raped two women last month. But
they didn't press charges. He's a mean fucker."

Rich jumped to his feet. "Paul's wagon isn't there! Oh, shit. If Mom's alone..." He frantically 
jammed his legs into his pants. Judy scrambled into her clothes and ran like a rabbit down the 
slope. Their new friends paused only to scoop up their clothes. Then they raced down through
the trees after Judy and Rich.

As she reached the cabin, Judy slowed, holding up a warning hand. Rich panted to a halt, 
beside her. They moved like silent Indians up to the open side window.

"You God damned bitch! Shouldn't have hit you so hard. Ya keep passing out on me." He 
shook Ann by the shoulders, but he didn't stop ramming his ugly cock in her pussy. She 
moaned, struggling weakly under his weight. her eyes fluttered open. She opened her mouth 
to scream. But not because she was scared half to death from his brutal attack. She'd seen her 
son coming up behind the ugly fucker, a huge rock held high in both hands.

"Ah. Awake again, huh? Come on, baby, fuck this nice..." The rock crushed his skull. He 
crashed to the floor.

Ann struggled to sit up. She stared at Rich. She looked at Judy racing into the cabin and 
the two strange teenagers panting in after her.

"Oh, Rich! I was so scared... is... is he dead?"

Skip seemed to have become a grown-up man very suddenly. He knelt down and put his 
fingers on the man's thick wrist. He reached up and lifted an eyelid.

"Deader than a mackerel."

"Oh, dear God!" Ann fell back on the sofa, covering her face with her shaking hands.

Judy trotted into the kitchen. In a moment she came back, pressing a cold wet towel into 
Ann's trembling fingers. When she didn't move, Judy tenderly wiped Ann's white face. She 
lifted her up and snuggled Ann's limp body against hers.

"Mom! Are you going to pass out?"

Ann feebly shook her head. "I'll be O.K. Wha... what are you doing, Rich?"

"I'm gonna get this miserable bastard's body out of here. Help me, somebody. Drag him 
out. We'll stuff him in his car and make sure the road is clear. Then we're going to push this 
fucker right down the hill. He'll go off at the curve and over the cliff. Police will think he... he 
got his skull busted when the car smashed up."

Ann sat, numb. She watched her son and the strange boy heave and drag the corpse 
across the floor. Her eyes saw everything and nothing. She was in deep shock.

Judy and Tiny grabbed the rapist's ankles and tried to help the boys drag the heavy body 
out of the cabin. The bushy head thumped against the steps. Ann shuddered and closed her 
eyes.

It was dark when she stirred and tried to sit up. Her head felt like it belonged to two other 
women. She squinted at Paul's worried face, looking down at her. He swept her into his arms 
and sat rocking back and forth, on the edge of the bed. He had no words to express his 
emotions.

Ann sighed. Her arms went around him. She drifted off to sleep again, her body tightly 
held in the loving circle of his arms.

When she awoke, the cabin was bright with the light of a full moon beaming its silvery 
glow into the wood-scented cabin. She stirred in Paul's arms.

"Darling. Are you all right?"

Ann smiled and nodded. Her fingers brushed across his stubbled face.

She sat up and tested her trembly legs, leaning against the edge of the bed. She said 
nothing about what had happened. Neither did Paul. They seemed to have made a silent pact 
to put the horrible affair out of their minds.

"All I need is a hot bath and some food. And an awful lot of sweet luvin."

"Coming up!" Paul leaped off the bed and hustled her into the bathroom. He filled the tub 
for her, and shaved while she luxuriated in the fragrant bubbles.

When they walked back to the bedroom, Ann looked down over the balcony railing. There 
were no lights on in the big room; The flickering firelight gleamed on four naked bodies.

"Oh, my!" Ann breathed. "Will you look at that!"

Paul stood beside her, his arm around her waist. He grinned down at the teenagers bailing
on the sofa.

"This is going to be a rare night," he chuckled. Already his cock was half up.

Ann hungrily attacked the huge plate of sandwiches the girls had made for her, and 
sipped steaming black coffee from a heavy china mug. She lay back and stretched. Her hand 
gently covered Paul's heavy cock. She lay relaxing, toying with him, listening to the quick 
panting of the girls. The moonlight streaming in through the huge glass window touched her 
blonde hair. In both places. Paul groaned with desire, and buried his face between her legs.

In front of the fireplace, Judy was lying on her back with Skip's hard cock buried in her wet 
hole. Her eyes were bright with excitement. Her nipples stood up, stiff and taut. She felt down 
between her upraised legs to squeeze the rigid dick fucking her.

Tiny looked over at Judy and winked. She had Rich's long cock in both hands, holding him 
straight up while she licked up one side and down the other. Rich kept flicking glances at 
Judy, and then at his stiff tool getting the blow job of the month.

Tiny held his cock up, looking at his wet shaft in the reddish light from the fireplace.

"Your cock is bigger than my dad's," she told him. "And you get a lot harder. Best of all, 
you don't come quick. A girl like me could learn to love a guy like you."

Rich brushed his fingertips over her erect nipples. "Back up a bit. I'm built better than your 
father? How do you know?"

"He balls me. How else would I know, silly."

Rich took a deep breath. He was close to coming, but he was damned if he'd let it go. Not 
after her compliment.

"You fuck with your old man?"

Tiny nodded, grinning up at his expression. "Mom's dead. He hates to go out. And he gets 
horny. I don't mind."

"Don't mind," Rich echoed. "Jesus!"

"Are we gonna do it again? I mean, are you going to screw me some more?"

Rich pulled her up and turned her hot little butt toward him.

"Oh, no! I'm cherry back there."

"That's how you're gonna get it. Your hole is soaked. You wet it with your own juice. You 
flow like a spring when you're hot."

Tiny lay still, letting him push her ass cheeks apart a little. She felt the wide head of his 
cock pressing against her quivering ass hole. Her fingers dug into the sofa cushion when he 
moved into her. Her tight ass shoved back. She ducked her head down and twisted her fingers
in her hair, biting her lip.

"Oh, Daddy!" she murmured. "I should have let you loosen me up. God damn, Rich! 
Gimme a chance to get you in me. Remember, you're the first back there."

Two minutes later she was draped over the edge of the sofa cushion, her knees on the 
hard floor, her feet widespread. Her tight little tits dragged back and forth over the rough 
fabric of the sofa while Rich screwed her up her tight ass.

Judy looked at the girl hotly wiggling her butt as Rich drilled his cock into her. Her 
eyebrows went up. He had never once tried to do her that way. She got hotter than ever 
watching the two screwing.

Upstairs, Ann heard Skip's quickened breathing as Judy fucked him harder and faster. His 
hands grabbed for her waist. His rigid cock plowed into her tight pussy.

"Don't you dare come. Don't you dare. Not until I say it's okay."

He nodded, closing his eyes. Her heels dug into him. She slipped her finger down into her 
pussy, beside his stiff tool. Her hips jerked him in and out with quick snapping motions.

Rich could not hold off a second longer. His cock spurted a raging load of cum up the 
girl's tight ass. Tiny gasped. She heard Skip's familiar groan. He was coming. She heard Judy's 
little whimper as Skip's balls unloaded. Then all was quiet downstairs.

Ann pulled Paul's mouth up to her own. They kissed, long and hard, while his enormous 
cock moved into her eager cunt. Now it was the teenager's turn to listen to the erotic sounds 
of love. And listen they did! But not for long. Two hard young cocks were soon ready to go 
again.

A cloud drifted over the face of the shining moon. The cabin darkened. The fire burned 
low. But no one was cold.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ann pushed herself back from the typing desk and heaved a long sigh of relief. She 
rubbed her stiff fingers, looking at the mountain of letters she'd typed up. Paul had said the 
secretarial work was light in the office. She began to wonder about her other duties. The stack 
of letters didn't look to her like light work. But for him she'd type and take dictation until the 
words swam under her eyes.

She straightened her stiff back. Her breasts strained against the simple cotton blouse. Her 
nipples showed through the thin material. Paul had insisted on no bra. She didn't mind. His 
warm hands giving her quick feels kept her going through the long days. A week had gone by
since their Pinecrest vacation. She slept in Paul's arms almost every night. When she was not 
with him Rich slipped into her bed. She felt ashamed of her nympho-like behavior, but the 
more cock she got, the more she seemed to have to have.

Paul called her into his office. He handed her a heavy envelope.

"Messenger work isn't really for you, but this stuff has to get into Tony Ricardo's hands 
before five or he'll raise hell. I want you to take these sketches back to him. The designs are 
O.K., except those I've made notes on."

Ann gave him a quick kiss and reached for her purse. Under it was a slip of paper with 
Tony's name and address scribbled on it.

"Take a taxi, Ann. and then call it a day. Watch out for Ricardo. He's a cunt-mad freak. But 
the best damn artist in the design field. Call me when you get home."

The taxi driver adjusted his mirror so he could watch Ann sitting in the back of his beat-up 
cab. The rush-hour traffic crawled along. Ann felt hot. Paul had kept her churned up, feeling 
her full tits every time he passed her desk. She wanted to fuck so badly she was impatient for 
the day to end so she could slip into bed with... with whom? Rich? Paul? Ted? Erotic thoughts 
buzzed through her hot mind.

Ricardo. She remembered him from his brief visit to the office earlier in the week. A short, 
darkly handsome Italian. Black, snapping eyes. Crisp, wavy hair. Flashing smile. Bedroom eyes. 
That's what he has, Ann thought. She bet he cut a wide path through the town, screwing the 
models he used to pose for him while he sketched. And he had been something less than 
unfriendly to her. She had his business card in her purse. He'd insisted. "Just in case," he'd 
said.

Ann came back from her sexy reverie to realize she had her heel on the seat cushion edge 
and her leg open, enjoying the breeze coming through the cab window, cooling her hot 
pussy. Her eyes flicked to the mirror, reflecting the cabbie's burning gaze.

Pretending she didn't know he was watching her she let her knee drift open wider. Her 
dress slid up her silky thigh. She was positive he had a clear view of her blonde muff. Paul had 
also insisted that she leave her panties at home in the drawer.

She saw him shift around on his broken-down seat. His eyes hardly left the mirror for a 
second. The cars moved by fits and starts along the crowded boulevard.

Ann gazed out of the window watching him from the corner of her eye. Her hand rested 
softly over her silky puff of cunt hair. Her middle finger pressed between her moist cunt lips. 
The cabbie nearly ran into the back of the VW they were following.

Ann smiled to herself. She felt perfectly safe and very devilish! She spread her legs lewdly. 
Her finger dipped into her slick pussy hole. Ever so slowly, she fingerfucked her slippery pussy,
leaning back and partly closing her eyes.

She could see the cab driver's shoulder moving. He was beating the hell out of his cock! 
Her finger moved faster. It was beginning to feel awfully good. She hardly ever touched 
herself any more. There was no need, definitely no need. Not with Paul and Ted and Rich 
around.

It was too late to stop now. Her finger flew in and out. Her nipples poked through her thin 
blouse. She came with a rush. Her knees slapped together. She doubled over from the sudden
whip of her climax. She heard the cabbie groaning.

Ann pushed her dress down and crossed her legs. The cab pulled up in front of a huge 
office building. He tugged her door open. She paid him and smiled very sweetly at him. He 
grinned and puffed his cheeks out, but he didn't say a word.

Tony looked up from his drawing board and grinned at Ann.

"Made it! 4:50 P.M. Fashion House is on the ball. How about a small drinky-poo before you
take off, Ann?"

She flopped down on his wide leather couch and kicked her shoes off.

"Make it strong. It's been a hard day."

He joined her quickly, thrusting a tall, cold glass into her receptive hand. They sat drinking,
saying nothing. She felt his eyes roving over her figure. The liquor burned her stomach. It felt 
good! And her nipples were growing hard. Damn! She wished she'd worn a bra. Her 
quick-to-stiffen nipples always gave her away when she felt those erotic stirrings inside her. 
She had to admit he turned her on. Damn good-looking Italian!

"Paul treating you okay?"

Ann smiled. "He's the perfect lover."

Tony grinned. His warm hand came to rest on her strong thigh.

"How do you know? You haven't tried them all. Couldn't have. You are too young."

Ann laughed, dropping her hand on top of his. "You're too kind, Tony. I have a teenaged, 
horny son."

He pretended to be amazed. How smooth this man is, Ann thought. Why not play his 
game? Let him trot out his bag of tricks. The drink was getting to her. And his couch was so 
comfortable.

She sat quietly, listening to him pour oil on her little erotic waves that didn't calm down. 
His hand had grown hotter on her leg.

"You know, Ann, if I weren't gay I could really go for you."

Her eyes looked into his dark eyes, searching. Was this part of his smooth 
come-to-bed-with-me pitch?

"You! Gay? Tony..."

"For my sake, don't ever tell Paul. But a hell of a lot of us artistic people kind of get bent in 
that direction. A sweet-talking fairy blew me when I was in my teens. He was damn good. And 
so were his friends. Guess I... well, I just slipped into the gay life and disappeared without a 
ripple."

"Gay. Tony Ricardo. God's handsome gift to womanhood. I can't believe it."

He leaned back, watching her face. "Truth. That's the way the cookie crumbles."

Ann downed the rest of her strong drink. She rubbed her cold fingers together.

"Tony, do you mean that if I put my hand on your cock, like this, it would do nothing for 
you? If I pulled your zipper down and slid my hand over... God!... over this huge cock of yours, 
it wouldn't get you the least bit excited?"

"Wouldn't do a thing for me. Guess I'm just too conditioned to the strong touch of a man."

Her fingers tugged his thick cock out of his fly. Her fist closed around him tightly. It moved
up and down. "And this... this doesn't make you think about getting between my legs?"

"Sorry."

"But you are getting hard, Tony. So awfully hard!"

"Well-of course. Getting jacked off usually precedes a gay blow job. Any out-of-the-closet 
artist will tell you that."

Ann leaned back, but her hand didn't leave his rigid shaft. She lifted her leg. Shades of a 
taxi ride! Her dress slid up her thigh again. She eased down. She opened wider. Now her pink, 
damp pussy was right out under his bedroom eyes.

"Well! How about this!" she said softly. "And I thought you wanted to get this rockhard rod
in my soft little cunt."

"Shows you how wrong a girl can be," he grinned.

Ann's stomach had turned into a hotly boiling cauldron of fire. Between the booze and the
effect of the taxi driver watching her getting off, and the feel of this thick tool in her hand, 
Ann was ready to go! She wondered if he really was gay. He'd gotten hard, but as yet he had 
not made a single move toward her.

Ann's free hand moved to slide down over her silken muff. Her fingertip brushed over her 
erect clit. "So I guess all I get around you is a self-induced climax from my finger in me."

He smiled, reaching to brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "That's about it."

Her finger dipped into her pink hole. "Then I might as well get on with what I'm going to 
do to myself."

Her glistening finger withdrew from her hot pussy hole. It glided up over her flaming hot 
clit. Little trembles made her move against his warm body. She spread her pussy lips, letting 
him see every inch of her moist, inviting snatch. Her fingertip toyed hotly with the stiff nubbin 
that leaped eagerly out of its little house.

Ann came so fast she surprised herself. What kind of booze had he given her? Her hand 
moved insistently up and down on his rigid prong. With a low groan she pushed him down on
his back and mounted him.

"So you're gay," she muttered. "But you have a gorgeous cock. And it's hard. So suffer a 
little! I'm going to get screwed before I blow up all over this damn couch."

She slid his cock into her wet hole with one quick snap of her hips. Her fingers dug into his
shoulders. She rode his rod like it was the only one left in town. He stayed up hard as a 
boulder, but his hips did not respond to her frantic urgings.

Even though Ann had had two climaxes within minutes of each other, her cunt was 
demanding more. More! Her breasts bounced as she rode his stiff prick. Her hands gripped his
arms. His cock felt heavenly inside her. Her head bent down. Her teeth flashed in a hungry 
grimace. her eyes began to glaze. She fucked and fucked his rigid rod, panting, whimpering, 
tearing her dress open and clawing at her aching breasts.

Without warning, she began to climax. Again. Yet again! But she could not stop. Would not
stop. Never had she had a man under her who lay so rigidly stiff, but so still. It was as thought 
she was fucking herself with a huge dildo, a fake rubber cock. But it drove her wild with lust to
be able to control everything that happened, every move she chose to make, while her cunt 
slammed up and down on his erection. It was weird! But so damn good!

Ann could not remember how many times she came. She was wearing out. Gasping for 
breath. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders. Her aching breasts stopped bobbing over 
his flushed face. She sat still on him, for a long moment. With a soft sigh, she toppled over, 
keeping his hard cock burned deep. He lay on her awkwardly, until she pushed his hands 
underneath her and made him support part of his weight.

"I didn't come," he whispered. "Can I... is it all right if I...?"

"Oh, God, yes, Tony! Fuck me. Please. As long as it stays up. Fuck me with that beautiful 
thing!"

He began moving in her uncertainly, slowly. Her cunt trembled tightly around his shaft. A 
little faster, now. He bent his head. His soft mouth found a hard nipple. He sucked, like a child 
nursing. But the cock reaming hotly into her clenching cunt belonged to a man.

He moved back to sit upright between her legs, looking down at his thick rod surrounded 
by soft blonde hair. His tool throbbed and jerked. He swallowed hard. For an agonizing 
moment she thought he would pull away, but he just sat still, breathing hard.

"Ann. You thought that was straight B.S. I told you, didn't you? You thought it was an 
off-beat trick to get my cock into you."

She nodded, blushing a bit.

"No way. Honest! I won't say how old I am, but yours is the first cunt I've ever put my cock 
into."

His nervous hand brushed through his hair. He suddenly grinned.

"You know, you're blowing my mind! After this... well, your cunt feels so fantastic! And you 
are warm and soft. And loving. And you won't try to get into my poor asshole. Oh, shit! What 
the hell is happening to me?"

"Tony! you'll survive. I don't want to screw up your mind. But you are a fantastic lover. You 
fuck me like... like... like a man!"

His cock moved more deeply into her. His strong hands slid under her ass. Stroking in 
deeper. Pulling out. In again. Fucking so deep. Making her pant and twist under him. Screwing
so far in. trembling at the very entrance to her tunnel. In again... so far in!

"You're good! So good. Do it to me, Tony. Love me. Fuck my pussy. Hold me tight. Kiss me 
yes, yes . . kiss me. Ummmmmm!"

Her legs locked around him. He stretched out on her, but she didn't mind his weight. Her 
hips moved under him. Her cunt held him tightly.

He pushed himself up. He had to look down and see his cock disappearing into her pink 
hole. He had to see it draw out, wet, shining, rock-hard. Easing in until it was all gone. His 
body shuddered.

Ann looked at his face. For the first time she felt concern for him. She'd been so lost in her 
own pleasures. He must be wanting to come so badly.

"Tony. You should get off. Your balls must be killing you. Do you want to stop? Should I... 
should I suck you off?"

"NO!" His answer was quick, explosive. "No. No way. I like this. I want to keep fucking you. 
I don't want to come. I... oh, no! NO!"

Ann grabbed for him. Dragging him down over her to hold him tightly. He shook so hard 
she could hardly keep him on top of her. His cock shot a scalding hot jet of cum into her 
pussy hole. Another. Another! He kept coming and coming and coming. His body stiffened. 
Still his cock kept pouring its wild load into her spasming cunt.

She held him close to her. Her hand stroked his face. Her cunt held him tenderly inside her.
To her joy, he stayed hard. Now, slowly, he pushed himself up a little, looking into her blue, 
misty eyes.

"Do I have to get up off you now?"

Ann shook her head.

"Stay in me. When you want to, do it with me some more. Move. Fuck me, Tony."

He sighed.

"Those words... that word... used to mean just a big pain in my ass to me. That part of 
being gay I never learned to like. But... maybe that's over. But all women aren't like you. 
They're shrews. They chew a man up and spit him out. Then they-" Ann pressed her fingers 
over his lips.

"That's gay propaganda bullshit, Tony. All women are different--some good, some bad. 
Just like men. Gay or straight. But now you know what it's like to screw a hot, loving woman 
who appreciates what you've done for her. Are doing for her," she added. His cock had 
twitched and moved inside her.

The second round was better than their first. The third was terrific. The fourth was beyond 
belief. Tony could not seem to get enough of the feel of his hard tool in her cunt. Not enough 
of her arms clinging to him. Not enough of her soft mouth kissing his parched lips. He 
screwed and screwed until he finally lay still on her, drenched with perspiration, his cock softly 
slipping out of her wet hole.

He sat up and then weaved over to his bar. His shaking hands splashed bourbon all over 
the bar top. He downed three shot glasses filled to the brim, choking and spluttering, wiping 
his eyes. He lurched back to her, sitting on his couch, and gave her a tall glass of straight 
whiskey.

"Tony! This will blow my head off."

He grinned. "Sorry. I'll get some water. I'm... I'm not myself. I'm Tony Ricardo, gay guy and 
cunt fucker. Umm... excuse my language. This isn't the real me talking."

"It's the new you talking." Ann smiled.

His red cock hung down, swinging as he lurched up and down his office. He looked at her 
naked body, her beautiful breasts, her damp, tender pussy. He shook his head.

"I have a lot of humpin' to get caught up on, Ann. Know any hot females?"

She grinned.

"A few. Any preferences?"

"Someone like you. Just like you, Ann."

CHAPTER TWELVE

Until around noon the next day, the office of Fashion House was in a state of total chaos. 
Last-minute preparations for the fashion show of the latest styles were complete just before 
lunch time. The conference room was stocked with booze and food, the lingerie samples were 
ready, and Paul had briefed Ann and Kim on how to model the gowns on the small stage that 
extended across the end of the room. Even June, Ann's next-door neighbor, had been 
persuaded to help show the bikinis and lounging pajamas and evening gowns that Tony 
Ricardo had designed.

"Pro models are too coldly professional," Paul had told Ann. "The buyers like to feel the 
sexy excitement that seems to take over a woman's emotions when she shows her body to a 
bunch of horny men--if she isn't hardened to their reactions like professionals are. Everyone 
gets turned on. Sales resistance fades. It's a good gimmick Fashion House should have 
discovered years ago."

Paul, Ann, Tony and Kim went out for lunch at The White Horse Inn to relax and catch their
breath before the show. It was scheduled for two P.M.

Ann had turned Kim on to Tony. The whole story. The young girl was so excited that she 
could not keep her hands off the handsome artist. After the waiter had taken their order, Ann 
noticed Tony's face was looking oddly strained. She leaned back to peek at his crotch, but she 
couldn't see it. Kim's slim hand covered it!

Halfway through lunch, Tony spilled his wine. When Ann pushed the tablecloth away from 
his lap for just a brief moment she saw the reason. Kim had his cock out and was playing with 
his rigid tool, her face wearing a look of total innocence.

When lunch was over and they were chatting over coffee, Ann knew Kim was so hot 
something was bound to happen in a matter of moments.

"Oh, my, there goes my earring!" Kim suddenly exclaimed. "No, no, Tony. I'll get down and 
look for it. Can't have rolled very far."

She disappeared under the table. In a second, Tony coughed nervously and the coffee cup 
in his hand rattled against the saucer. Kim had her mouth over him, chewing on his hard cock, 
on her knees under the table.

Paul quickly realized what his hot receptionist was doing, and grinned at Tony's red face.

"Relax. No one can see her, Tony."

"But I can feel her," he groaned. "And... and she really knows how to blow a cock!"

Ann felt her clit begin to itch.

"Don't try to hold back, Tony," she teased the red-faced artist. "You've got to get her back 
in her chair before too long, or we'll be late for the show."

"We will not be late," he groaned. "Believe me!"

By the time their coffee cups were empty, so was Tony. Kim slid back into her chair, 
grinning happily. Her mouth and chin were very wet and slick.

When they went into the conference room they found Ted trying to get June calmed 
down. The swinger had a very bad case of stage fright.

"... and just look at this gown," she wailed to Ann. "I might as well be stark naked!"

Ted patted her trembling ass. "No, June. My cock is halfway up already. You look better 
than naked."

The slim girl's nipples stood up like big pencil erasers. Ann could see the dampness 
spreading down the center of her bush of curly cunt hair.

"You'll do just fine, June honey. Relax!"

Kim skipped about on the stage, her tits almost falling out of the featherweight bikini she 
was to model. Tony sat at the end of the long table with his hand over his cock, wearing an 
expression of pride and anticipation. For him, the show would be his applause for his hard 
work with the design creation.

At two P.M. sharp the stage was cleared, the buyers were in their seats, and the room 
buzzed with shop talk, dirty jokes and playful banter among the sharply dressed buyers.

Paul made a short speech. Soft music filled the room. The buyers turned their attention to 
the parting curtains. Kim modeled the bikini that covered only her erect nipples and her small 
patch of pussy hair. June knocked the buyers' eyes out with several quick changes of sexy 
gossamer lingerie. By now the room was murky with tobacco smoke and the buyers were half 
stoned on the more-than-ample amounts of excellent bourbon that Paul had provided.

"One last item for your order pads, gentlemen," Paul announced. "My secretary is going to
model a most unusual evening gown, right about now. Pay attention. You'll be glad you did!"

When the curtains parted, Ann stood center stage. Her heart thudded against her ribs 
when she heard the low murmur of approval from the men around the long table. She wore a 
stunning black satin evening gown that covered her lush body from chin to toe. It clung to her
curves like paper on the wall. A blazing diamond choker around her neck flashed fire under 
the spotlights.

The design was stunning, but Paul smiled when he noticed that very few of the buyers 
made any notes on their pads. He walked onstage and raised his hand.

"The gown has what we call hidden virtues, gentlemen. Chuck, come up here on the stage 
with me."

A burst of half-drunken applause brought a sheepish grin to the face of a tall, handsome 
man who bounded up on the stage, smoothing his wavy hair with a slim, expressive hand.

Soft music floated through the air. Paul pushed the buyer close to Ann and said, "Dance 
with her, Chuck." He grinned at the crowd of hot-eyed men and swept her into his arms, 
moving gracefully. She watched his face, waiting to see his eyes widen when his hand would 
slip through the concealed opening and he would feel her bare flesh. Two turns, and he 
stumbled! His hand slid down her bare back and cupped one bare ass cheek.

"Jesus!" he murmured.

Ann swung around so her back was to the table. The men saw his arm, but no hand. The 
low animal growl of approval that escaped from their lips made Ann turn on even more to the
touch of Chuck's warm hands exploring her smooth bottom.

Ann smiled at him and brushed her warm lips against his cheek. She leaned back a bit, 
letting the men see his quick hand dip into the top of her dress. One more turn and he had 
her full white breast out and in his cupped hand. Her nipple rose majestically. Another turn 
and the buyers saw both her creamy breasts fully exposed. Now they knew the gown was 
covered with cleverly hidden openings. So there was no part of the woman's body that could 
not be felt, exposed, teased. Tony grinned from ear to ear, listening to the excited babble of 
voices.

Ann held Chuck close to her for a long moment. Her pussy mound ground against the 
bulge in his slacks. No more display of her lovely body had been intended, but Ann was hot! 
And she wanted Fashion House to make all the money possible from the show.

Her hand released his and guided it to her pussy, waiting impatiently under the satin. His 
hand slid in through the slit. In a moment his cock threatened to rip his fly when he felt her 
soft, damp pussy fur.

So quickly he had no chance to stop her, Ann unzipped him, gave the men a quick flash of
his hard cock, and slid him through the slit so his throbbing whang went between her legs 
and lifted against her moist cunt lips.

Pandemonium broke out in the smokey room! The buyers realized that a man could screw 
his date right on the dance floor, and no one around the couple would know what was 
happening.

Ann stood close to Chuck, swaying to the music. His hard cock rubbed with maddening 
pressure against her hot pussy. Paul saw her eyes widen suddenly. Chuck had bent his knees. 
brought her bare ass under his hand closer to him, and eased his cock right into her pussy 
hole. And not one buyer in the room missed his motion!

Kim in her bikini and June in her see-through gown had joined the buyers at the table just 
before Paul urged Chuck up on the stage. When the men saw him screwing Ann all hell broke 
loose!

Kim's bikini bottom was jerked away and a heavy-set man lifted her up on the table top 
and went down on her wet pussy as though it was the fist cunt he had ever tasted. June was 
stretched out on the table. A dozen hands parted her gown and hotly felt every inch of her 
naked body. She lay panting on the table top, two men fingerfucking her slick snatch and two 
more bumping heads as they sucked on her rigid nipples.

Ann stood still, her hips working frantically against the wide cock fucking her cunthole. 
Paul became so excited he spilled his drink. Ted and Tony looked at each other and grinned 
like teenagers watching their first stag show.

Chuck suddenly pulled away and made a wild grab for his spurting cock. Ann reached 
behind her back and slid the long zipper down. She stood for a long moment, totally nude, in 
front of the horny bunch of excited men. Then she ran offstage and straight to the bar in 
Paul's office. She splashed bourbon into a tall glass and collapsed in his chair. Her nipples 
were so stiff and her clit so hard she drank with one hand only!

Thirty minutes later, Ann groaned and bit Paul's shoulder.

"Thank fortune for a thick rug on this floor."

On his desk sat a huge stack of orders. On the floor beside her naked body, lying with her 
legs locked over Paul's back, Kim hotly fucked Tony's rigid tool. Next to them, Ted lay on his 
back under June's perspiring body as she screwed his long cock with agile snapping motions 
of her slim hips.

The men were so supercharged the office swinging party was pitifully short, from Ann's 
point of view. Tony and even Ted came so fast their women whimpered their disappointment. 
Paul tugged Ann to her feet, and drew a deep breath.

"That does it! For the moment. No more work today for this horny crew. Ann and I are 
going up to Pinecrest. If you show up, Ted, I'll disown you. Tony, take care of that lovely girl. 
Ann, call Rich and his chick and be ready to leave in an hour. Fashion House never had more 
to celebrate than right at this moment!"

* * *

As the sun hung low on the horizon, the Highway Patrolman cruising behind Paul's station 
wagon saw only two men in the car. Judy was out of sight, lying on her stomach on the wide 
back seat with Rich's cock deep in her mouth. Ann lay face up, her tongue licking the side of 
Paul's rigid whang while he played with her wet pussy. The long ride seemed very short!

By the time they reached the cabin, it was dark. The sky was studded with a blaze of 
twinkling stars. A full moon made the balcony bedroom almost as bright as day. Below, in the 
living room, blazing logs warded off the coolness of the night.

Paul and Rich looked down at the hard nipples of the two hot females naked under them, 
and at their hard cocks buried to the hilt in two slick cunts. Ann's warm body undulated under
Paul, her full breasts making twin pools of shadow on her figure as she writhed under the 
exquisite pressure of his hard cock base grinding against her clit.

Judy's girlish giggle broke the silence of the moonlit room. "Oh! Are you ever hard, Rich! 
Do it to me, honey. Ummm. Ummm. Ummmm."

Ann glanced over at her son. How he was growing up! His chest seemed to have filled out 
so much, and his face seemed to have matured in a way that made him look painfully like her 
departed husband. His cock looked twice as thick and long as it had that wild night when 
she'd first made love with her boy. He screwed Judy with expert thrusts of his heavy tool The 
teenager, taking his rod, was in heaven!

Ann felt the girl's nimble fingers brush over her thigh and glide down over her wet pussy 
hair. Paul jerked and muttered under his breath when her hand closed around his slick shaft. 
Ann reached for Judy's pussy. Rich stiffened even harder. His mother's soft hand toyed with 
his husky cock. Judy and Ann locked legs. The squishing sound of hard cocks blended with 
their quick, ecstatic gasps of pleasure as the two hot women fucked back at the strong cocks 
buried in their slick cunt holes.

Rich could not hold back any longer. Judy stiffened under him, her tight cunt suddenly 
filled with his hot load of cum. She came right with him, digging her nails into his flesh, her 
hips grinding under his.

Paul refused to be distracted when Judy patted his rising and falling ass as she slipped off 
the bed and took Rich with her to the bathroom. Ann heard them laughing and whooping 
under the shower. Then the water stopped. She listened to the sofa springs creaking, and 
Judy's soft panting as her boy thoroughly fucked the teen's fuzz covered pussy. Without 
realizing he was doing it, Paul matched Rich's hard strokes.

Ann lay spread-eagle on the wide bed, her misty eyes watching Paul's hard cock sliding in 
and out of her glistening wet pussy. Her hard nipples peeked between her fingers. Her breasts
ached with her love for the handsome man between her raised knees. She watched the 
shadows playing on his body. His strong muscles rippling as he screwed her ecstatically happy
pussy. His sudden flash of white teeth when he looked at her, looking at him. She felt his cock 
growing hotter and harder. His pace picked up. She knew his climax was coming with 
express-train speed.

Her legs lifted to encircle him. Her arms stole around his neck. She pulled him down to 
her. His hot tongue brushed over her lips and they melted into a long, passionate kiss. Her 
grip tightened. Her heels pressed his hips down tightly against hers. Their bed fell silent. They 
clung to one another, muscles tensing. Ann held her breath. He grew granite-hard inside her. 
She felt his cock swell. His hot cum began to fill her. She came, one heart beat behind him!

The erotic bond between Ann and her son had never been broken since that magic night 
in her bed with him. When her orgasm swept over her, Ann heard her boy suddenly gasp. 
Judy's soft whimper drifted up to the balcony bedroom. Rich had his climax seconds after 
Ann.

The long moments ticked by. The cabin darkened as clouds bringing a summer 
thunderstorm gathered over the peaks of Pinecrest. Raindrops began to spatter on the roof. 
The night breeze freshened, billowing out the curtains over the wide cabin windows. It stirred 
Ann's blonde hair. She nestled under Paul's warm body. Her cunt quivered around his 
still-hard cock.

To the symphony of the rustling pine trees and the patter of rain drops was added the 
erotic sound of his hard cock again moving in and out of Ann's pussy.


THE END