The Night Nurse
by William Osborne


FOREWORD 

When an affair turns out tragically for beautiful brunette nurse Marjorie 
MacDonald, she decides to add a provocative new dimension to her life. 

The nurse explores the area of pedophilia, or sex with young boys, focusing 
on well developed youngsters of fifteen and sixteen. 

It all begins with young Roger Corwin, a patient at the hospital where 
Marjorie works as a night nurse, who is there for knee surgery following a 
high school football injury. 

She takes a big risk by having sex with Roger in his hospital bed one 
evening, then gets in touch with him by phone, after he has been released 
from hospital custody. Eventually, through Roger's intercession, she meets 
and also has sex with his younger brother Joe. 

By that time Marjorie is losing her inhibitions fast. When Valerie Ames, the 
cute young girl friend of Roger, comes to see Marjorie at her apartment to 
register a complaint, over the way Marjorie has been dominating Roger's 
time, she not only listens understandingly -- she breaks down and engages in 
sex with the nubile youngster. 

During that same period of sexual flourish, Marjorie decides to live 
dangerously once more by performing sex with a patient. This time it is 
young Dean Riley. 

It is to young Gilbert Vasquez, however, a young patient with whom she has 
attempted no sex in the hospital, that she finally surrenders her heart. His 
shy manner impresses her, so that she goes through hospital files after he 
is released and locates his address. 

She finally makes contact with Gilbert. Marjorie obtains the sexual 
satisfaction she has sought, although now, her conscience begins to weigh 
more heavily than before. 

"Night Nurse" depicts a situation as seen and lived by a central characater, 
Marjorie MacDonald, and how she reacts to her propensities for sex with 
young boys. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The evening was warm and the water was still. A dazzling full moon shone 
against the bright blue waters in early evening. 

The locale was scenic Manhattan Beach, a sun lover's enclave, located less 
than one-half hour from downtown Los Angeles. 

Just two blocks from the beach's inviting sands, Marjorie MacDonald, a 
dark-eyed, raven-haired beauty of twenty-five, was entertaining Doctor 
Edward Stone, the man she loved. 

Marjorie and Edward had met at Los Angeles Memorial Hospital, where Marjorie 
worked as a nurse during the day shift, and where Doctor Stone functioned as 
a successful Cardiologist. 

Doctor Stone had just moved out to Los Angeles from Syracuse, New York, some 
two months earlier. 

Homesick, but eager to adjust to Southern California living, Marjorie, who 
was operating in the immediate throes of a bad marriage, was more than happy 
to help the handsome young doctor find his roots in California. 

At first Marjorie was concerned only in attempting to help the young doctor 
find a measure of happiness, after having moved three thousand miles to a 
different society. As they continued seeing one another more, however, the 
relationship moved abruptly into high gear. Before either one of them were 
fully aware of the consequences, the romantic chemistry of Cupid took over 
and they began sharing each other in sex. 

Now, as the music sifted through the stereo, they sat in the dimly lit room 
of Marjorie's fashionable second floor apartment, and casually sipped 
screwdrivers. 

It had been a tough day for Doctor Stone. He had performed delicate heart 
surgery, and was consequently eager to throw off the tension which surfaced 
during and subsequent to the operation. He knew of no better way to release 
such tension, than through sex. 

"You know, the more times I see you, the more beautiful you look," he told 
her, lifting his glass and taking a long sip from his drink. "I'm the same 
girl now that I was when you met me," Marjorie smiled coyly. 

"Maybe so, but you've got so much to offer, honey, that it takes a man quite 
a bit of time just to appreciate all of your fine qualities." 

"Like what?" she grinned, hoping she was spurring him on. 

"Like your sparkling personality and razor-sharp intellect." 

"Is that all?" 

"No, not really. In fact, that's just the beginning." 

"Then tell me more." 

"You want me to fill all the details?" 

"Please do." She then lifted her glass and finished her drink in one long 
swig. 

"O.K., for one thing, you've got sparkling eyes," he took a deep breath 
before continuing. "For another, you've got gorgeous tits. You've got slim 
lovely legs, and when I see you out there on that beach in a bikini, I go so 
wild that, I'll swear, someday I'll probably wind up taking you on right out 
in broad daylight, with all of Manhattan Beach watching from prone positions 
on beach towels." 

"Now you're really getting lewd," she laughed. 

"Now I'm really getting hard." 

He followed up on his brisk announcement by unzipping his trousers and 
pulling out his huge rod. A proud smile surfaced on his face as he ran his 
fingers up and down the lengthy base of it. 

"What a dirty man you are. Taking that big thing out in a girl's living 
room." 

"While we're on that subject, just why in hell are we in the living room?" 
he looked at her with mounting passion. 

"Just where would you rather be?" 

"One guess." 

"That's the only guess I need." 

"Right, let's head for the bedroom. I want to tackle you in a game of 
horizontal mambo." 

The handsome doctor, who had achieved a great deal of distinction in his 
field at the age of thirty-five, was now acting like just any other hot 
male. Marjorie thought of something that her ex-husband had once said during 
one of his many fits of drunkenness. He had told her that, when you got 
right down to it, all men were the same once they were aroused. At that 
point they all turned into helpless animals with a craving to be satisfied. 

Now, at least as far as Marjorie was concerned, that was the position where 
Doctor Edward Stone stood. He bounced eagerly to his feet and walked up and 
down the room several times. All the while his fingers were eagerly fondling 
his huge prick. 

"You're going to wear out that carpet," Marjorie told him. Actually, she was 
hotter than she was letting on, but believed that it was unwise for a woman 
to give in too fast, even if she happened to love the man she was with, as 
she most certainly loved Edward Stone. 

"Then let's get in bed." 

"Don't you want to finish your drink?" 

"Hell no! When I'm this hot, nothing else matters." 

"That's putting things boldly enough, I suppose." 

"I'll put them in even bolder terms -- I want to fuck, so let's get the show 
on the road." 

This time he moved quickly toward her. She was sitting demurely on a 
comfortable easy chair, but it was Edward's intention to make her less 
comfortable and more anxious. 

With that objective in mind, he reached under her blouse, then her bra, and 
played with her tits. 

"Boy do those boobs feel great. They were just made for my fingers to 
touch." 

"Do you like taking liberties with me?" she asked. 

"You're damned right I do." 

By that time, after having made love to Marjorie several times previously, 
Edward knew just what to do to get her good and hot. He would rub his 
fingers over her breasts for a lengthy period of time, then pinch at her 
nipples. The brisk friction that he created with his fingers was easily able 
to accomplish the task. 

"Oh, I love that action," her body quivered. 

"There's lots more where that came from." 

"Oh, let's do it, let's do it." 

He decided to make one more decisive move before taking her into the 
bedroom. He reached forward and let his tongue work its way with precision 
skill inside her mouth. His hot red tongue stabbed with great skill and 
burning excitement against the tongue of Marjorie. 

He knew that frenching was her favorite style of kissing. As a matter. of 
fact, she was generally disposed toward very few lip kisses. Being a 
passionate woman, she liked the more passionate manner of kissing. 

He let his tongue slip and slide against hers for the next few seconds, 
after which he quickly withdrew it. 

"Now let's make it for the bedroom." 

To illustrate his point, he placed his fingers on her tits once more. 

"Yes, I can't hold out any more." 

"Then that makes two of us." 

He grinned as he pointed down toward his erect rod. She nodded, clearly 
aware of where things stood. 

The bedroom was totally dark, and Edward Stone thought it to be the most 
romantic bed-room he had ever been in. Not only did it belong to the woman 
he loved, but it also gave a refreshing view of the beach which lay some two 
blocks beyond, and stimulating whiffs of the ocean breeze that was sure to 
penetrate inside the windows on warm evenings. 

The setting was perfect for lovemaking, and as Edward eagerly removed his 
lover's nurses uniform, the passions within him swelled all the more. 

His cock felt like rock, and he was anxious to shove it into her. He was 
also anxious to please her in any way that he could. That meant doing 
precisely what she wanted. 

"You've never looked better," he ran his fingers admiringly over her slim 
nude form after he finished stripping her. 

"You've never been hornier," she chuckled. "That's also true." 

He removed his fingers from her beautiful body just long enough to take off 
his clothes. By then, he was ready to proceed with the screwing at hand. 

"Could I ask you one favor?" Marjorie asked in her well modulated, sexy 
voice. 

"Anything you ask;" he shot back emphatically. 

"My cunt is just burning up. I really wish you'd go down on it for me." 

"I'm always ready to do that. What makes you think you have to ask for it?" 

"You're so hot that I thought you might want to do something else first." 

"No, it can wait. You come first, and if that sweet little snatch wants to 
be tickled by my tongue, then I'm all ready for it." 

"Go after it, baby, go after my juices, suck me out." 

"I know just the position I want to do it from, provided you don't mind." 

"I want it sucked. You name your position." 

"That's good. I want you to sit in my face so I can watch that beautiful ass 
when its twirling. And it will twirl once I slip my tongue into your cunt." 

"I know it will." 

Edward Stone stretched out on his back. His beautiful lover got down on her 
hands and knees, and worked herself into a position so that her tightly 
constructed buttocks rested just inches from his tongue. 

"Damned but that's beautiful scenery," he told her. 

He moved his head forward, eagerly zeroing in on his sought after target. He 
decided that, prior to letting his tongue loose on her slit, he should 
provide her with stimulation in her anus. She always loved that as a prelude 
to the actual cunt sucking. 

"That sure looks like a sweet ass," he exclaimed happily. 

"If it looks all that sweet, then suck it." 

"That's exactly what I plan to do." 

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and he let it flick with great 
excitement over her asshole. Immediately her hips began to flail. He loved 
watching those beautifully constructed hips moving back and forth. That was 
why that he always liked it best when she was wiggling them in front of his 
face. 

"Are you ever great tonight," she sighed, enjoying every tongue thrust. 
"Keep it up, keep that momentum going, that's it, I like those deep stabs, 
slip it way in there, suck my ass out." 

The exhilaration she felt steadily increased under the pace which he 
maintained. His tongue stabbed and flicked with everything he could muster. 

As the tongue did its work, driving passionately into the deepest inner 
reaches of her rectum, she went wild, letting her entire body flip 
uninhibitedly from side to side. 

"Damned but you're tearing my asshole out," she said excitedly, "suck my 
ass. Keep sucking it, I love it, suck it, suck it, suck it." 

Spurred on by her sexy tones, he worked his tongue high into her anus, 
letting his tongue operate like a whip, making certain that it covered every 
conceivable crevice. 

"Now you've really done it," she burst out excitedly, "You've gotten me so 
hot I can't take it anymore. Put that blazing red tongue of yours to work on 
my slit. It's burning up, baby, it's on fire, I need you to suck it. Put out 
that fire and go after my juice." 

The warning was one that Edward had been awaiting. He was not the least bit 
surprised to hear it at that particular moment. 

He was able to judge the level of Marjorie's sexual excitement accurately. 
He knew that the point had been reached in which her pussy craved immediate 
attention. 

Determined to please her once more, and to obtain a loan of pussy juice for 
his efforts, he quickly transferred his blazing red tongue from her asshole 
into her sweltering box. 

The warm red vaginal walls were moist with excitement. They were yearning 
for contact with Edward's tongue, and he was only too eager to please. 

"Think I'll ram my finger up that hot rectum while I'm sucking your twat," 
he told her passionately before he began. 

"That would really make things worth while. It would make things all the 
more exciting." 

"I'm the kind of man who lives for excitement, particularly when he's in bed 
with a beautiful broad." 

"Suck me, honey," she said huskily. 

So he went immediately to work, shoving his tongue into her moist mound. 

Every few strokes he would alter his movements, concentrating on nibbling on 
her blazing clitoris. And as he sucked her clitoris, he would shove his 
finger high into her rectum. 

She was getting so many different sensations that she was totally unable to 
contain herself. 

"I can't take much more, suck it, go after it, get that juice out of me, I'm 
there, I'm there." 

He braced himself for the juice deluge which followed. He was more than 
happy to receive a warm load of juice. 

"That's what I call a high protein diet," he laughed after he had swallowed 
the last few drops of her load. 

"There's more down there waiting for you." 

"Then maybe I'd better go back for another round of sucking." 

"That's precisely the message I'm attempting to convey." 

"Do I ever love sucking you." 

"Do I ever love being sucked." 

"Oh, baby," he patted her on the ass. 

His tongue then immediately turned to action, slipping and sliding over her 
sensation-laden pussy. By that time he had her worked into such a high state 
of exhilaration that, just a few strokes later, she exploded in his mouth 
for a second time. 

Following the second explosion, Marjorie was prepared to do practically 
anything that Edward wanted. 

"Now that you've made me so happy, how can I return the honor?" she asked. 

"By just lying down on your back and spreading those lovely legs." 

His fingers worked their way up and down her long, trim legs. 

"So now you want to get those rocks off." 

"They can't hold out much longer. I want to shove my dick inside that warm 
tight cunt of yours." 

"That's a reasonable enough request, seeing how happy you've made that cunt 
with your sucking." 

Edward parted her legs and entered her. 

He usually liked to explore a little in the beginning stages of a sexual 
encounter. He generally liked to work his way gradually forward until 
reaching a sexual pinnacle. But in that he had already sucked her to climax 
twice, he could not hold back his passions in such a way as to permit him to 
work at a slower tempo. 

He felt that it was totally necessary to strive forward with everything he 
had. His emotions were at such a peak level, particularly his state of being 
between his legs, that he had to secure release fast. 

In his stage of fever-pitched sexual anxiety, her cunt never appeared more 
tight or inviting. He drilled her with great delight, clenching his fingers 
around her buttocks for added support. 

As he recognized how close he was getting to the ultimate moment of 
explosion, he pushed forward and shoved his tongue inside her mouth. He 
allowed his tongue to lock against hers, which made him all the more 
excited. 

From the torrid way in which her tongue met his, he was certain that she 
would be exploded once more. He was hoping that he could time his own orgasm 
to coincide with hers. 

His tongue remained locked fervently against hers as the explosion came. 
Just as he had hoped, they consummated an on-target orgasm. 

"I'm very proud of you," he said after he had shot. 

"Why?" 

"Since you got me as hot as you did." 

"You just happened to be good and horny." 

"Around you, being horny comes as natural as breathing." 

"Are you going to get your rocks off again?" 

"Yes, I don't feel like stopping at one." 

"You want it up my cunt again?" 

"Yes, that's just how I want it." 

"Then be my guest." 

She then extended her legs and winked at him sexily. It was all he needed to 
spur him on once more. 

He bolted the second time around even more rapidly than he had on the first 
occasion. At that time everything seemed totally tranquil. The lovely woman 
who lay on the bed had once. more driven him to his absolute peak of sexual 
excitation. 

"Well, better be getting home." 

"What's you're rush?" she inquired. 

"I've got early morning surgery." 

"Now that I've given you something to dream on." 

"You certainly have." 

She watched him as he quickly dressed. The better she got to know him, the 
more she admired him. And the better they got to know each other, the more 
explosive they both appeared to become under the sheets. 

She was finding out that screwing, just like anything else, improved with 
experience. That is, provided that you possessed the right partner, as she 
most certainly did. 

He walked over to the bed and kissed her lips tenderly after he finished 
dressing. 

"See you tomorrow," he whispered. 

"Good night, my love." 

"Good night." 

Marjorie watched him walk out of the room and once more thought about how 
lucky a woman she was, to have somebody like him to love her. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The lights shone brightly and the glittery waves beat persistently against 
the shore. 

As Marjorie MacDonald looked out the picturesque window of the restaurant 
toward the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean, she felt a contentment that she 
had not known in years. 

She was with the man she loved, the man she was confident she would marry. 
Her first marriage had left a terrible bitter taste in her mouth. The man 
she had married was undeniably attractive, and that led, in large measure, 
to his undoing. 

He had been unable to remain faithful to Marjorie. He was more interested in 
sex and a good time, particularly heavy drinking, than he was in raising a 
family and being a good husband. The marriage was dissolved after some two 
years of diligent effort on Marjorie's part. During the course of that 
period of time, she had done her best to reform her husband, but ultimately 
gave up the cause as lost. 

In the painful aftermath of the dissolution proceedings, she went back to 
nursing, the profession she had left to marry her husband. 

Since then she had been groping for something meaningful in life, aside from 
her work. Finally, just when things appeared exceedingly bleak to her, along 
came Dr. Edward Stone from the East. He was even more attractive than her 
ex-husband, but possessed much greater solidarity of purpose and a 
considerable higher degree of character. 

Now she was certain that she had turned the corner. That last evening 
together, the one in which he had done such a wonderful job of pleasing her 
by sucking her vagina, then had performed brilliantly as he shoved his cock 
inside her mound, had convinced her that his love for her was eternal. That 
meant one thing -- that it would be just a question of time before he would 
ask her to marry him. 

After all, she was not pursuing Doctor Edward Stone strictly for sexual 
satisfaction. She was looking to achieve the objectives she had always 
sought -- a home and family. 

She looked across the table and observed Doctor Stone staring vacantly into 
space. His eyes were riveted on the shore which lay behond the picture 
window. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it," she looked at him and smiled. 

"Huh, what's that?" His eyes suddenly turned toward her. She had broken his 
chain of thought. 

"Daydreaming?" 

"Yah, I guess so." 

"What's the matter?" 

"Oh, nothing. Just about business." 

"Can I help?" 

"No, I suppose I ought to forget those things now." 

"I wish you would," she said sincerely. 

"Then it's a deal. I could use another drink. How about you?" 

"Whatever you say." 

They each consumed a delicious halibut steak, along with several drinks, 
after which they left for Marjorie's apartment. The restaurant facing the 
ocean, held fond memories for her. It was the place he had taken her on 
their first date. 

She could not help but notice that Edward Stone was a little quieter than 
usual on this occasion. At first it made her feel a little bit 
uncomfortable. Then, after thinking about it some more, she decided that, as 
a successful professional man whose services were in great demand, and a man 
who was forced to endure a great many pressures in his job, it was not all 
that remarkable that he would experience certain periods of quietude. The 
fact that he had not exhibited them more often was probably cause for great 
celebration, she decided. 

He pulled his white Lincoln Continental to a stop at the curb in front of 
her apartment. 

"Would you care to come in?" she asked hopefully. 

"Yah, I'd like that," he nodded, a bit solemnly, she observed. 

Immediately she wondered why. 

They got out of the car and walked up the stairs toward her second floor 
apartment. Marjorie quickly reached inside her purse, taking out her key. 
Her fingers were trembling slightly with anticipation. She was very eager to 
entertain him that night, to provide him with every measure of sexual 
satisfaction. It meant a great deal to her to please a man like him in the 
proper fashion. 

"Would you care for a drink?" she asked after. they got inside. 

He paused momentarily before answering: "I suppose so," he finally said. 

"What will it be?" 

"So I've got a choice." 

"You certainly have. I'm pretty well stocked up." 

"That's good. I'll have a bourbon and water." 

"Think I'll try the same thing myself." 

They finished the drinks quickly. Marjorie's vagina was burning with great 
excitement. Tonight, she thought, she would seize the initiative if she had 
to, to get things just the way she wanted them. 

It was difficult for her to believe that one man could captivate her as 
completely as had Doctor Edward Stone. The better she got to know him, the 
more times she went to bed with him, the greater the sense of love and 
devotion that flowed through her concerning him. 

"Would you like another drink?" she asked him after they finished the first 
round. 

"No thanks." 

"That's good," she chuckled. 

"What's good?" 

"You saying you don't want anymore drinks. Neither do I." 

"Then we're in agreement." 

"On that, as well as some other things." 

With those words she decided to make her move. She didn't mind being a 
little aggressive with him. After all, be understood. He knew that she felt 
the same way toward him as he felt toward her. At least he should have. And 
if he did not, then it was high time for her to dispel such notions. 

She bolted out of the chair on which she had been sitting, and moved toward 
him. He was stretched out on the sofa. She sat down next to him and allowed 
her shimmering black hair to rub against his shoulder. 

"You look like a little pussy cat in heat," he laughed. 

"That's exactly what I am. Meow." 

"Well, being around you brings out the torn cat in me. I get so hard I don't 
know what I'm doing." 

"Then let's do something about that." 

"If you insist." 

"I do, I do. I'm so hot I can't stand it." 

"I like a woman who's honest." 

"And hot." 

"Yes, and hot." 

He threw his fingers around her head and let them run through her hair, His 
lips then quickly converged against hers. They remained . locked for the 
next few seconds, after which he broke the kiss. 

The torrid kissing lasted for several minutes. Some hot lip kisses, were 
immediately followed by a series of passionate french kisses. 

Soon they were both swept away into a romantic evening fantasy of 
lovemaking. He threw an arm over her shoulder and they got up from the sofa, 
walking slowly into the bedroom. 

Not a word had been said. Indeed, words were not necessary. Their spirits 
had already conveyed what they felt inside them. The spirited lip and tongue 
kisses had prepared them for the matter at hand. 

In the darkness of the bedroom, an ocean breeze drifted into the room from 
the window. They inhaled the aromatic freshness of the air, which added to 
the romantic moment. 

Their fingers went to work at a rapid rate as they undressed each other. 
Once Edward Stone had succeeded in stripping his lover of her panties and 
bra, his passions were ready to be unleashed to the fullest extent. 

Marjorie had just pulled off his shorts, and was admiring his cock. When she 
began running her fingers up and down the smooth warm flesh, he let out a 
gasp and exclaimed: "You're just too much to believe." 

"So are you." 

"Maybe that's why we make such a good fucking combination." 

"I suppose so." 

They kissed and ran their fingers over each others body passionately. While 
Marjorie continued heightening the excitement which Ed-ward Stone felt, by 
running her fingers up and down his prick, he was always busily at work. 

Edward was exercising his fingers on her breasts and buttocks. His left hand 
worked its way eagerly around her warm, firm tits, while the fingers of his 
right hand played enthusiastically with her buttocks. 

"Do you want me to eat you?" 

"Please do," she panted. 

Within seconds, he had maneuvered her body downward on the bed. Then he went 
eagerly to work, letting his tongue stab with feverish excitement over her 
mound. 

The strokes were so frequent and so intense that she could not hold out for 
long. He wanted to make her shoot immediately, so that he could, in turn, 
get what he wanted from her. 

Immediately after she exploded in his mouth, he removed his tongue from her 
box and said: "That was a great dessert. That's why I held off from having a 
chocolate sundae after I finished the halibut. I knew that the meal I'd get 
here would be much better." 

"Glad you liked it." 

"Now can I get my rocks off?" 

"I really wish you would. My cunt is itching for contact with your peter." 

"I had a little something else in mind," he said hesitantly. "That is, if 
you don't mind too much." 

"What is it?" 

"Just a moment." 

She watched him bolt out of bed and walk into the bathroom. She observed him 
turn on the light and rummage through her medicine chest. A few moments 
later he was back in the bed-room. The hard-on he sported was as huge as it 
had been from the time that he first unveiled it, and he held a jar of 
vaseline in his right hand. 

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked him curiously. 

"Just wait a second and you'll see." 

"You're always so full of surprises." 

"I suppose so." 

She watched him open the jar and place the lid on a table nearby. His 
fingers dipped into the jar. 

With the vaseline he scarpped out of the jar, he let his fingers move up and 
down over his rod. Then he applied some vaseline to the inner reaches of her 
anus. 

"What's that for?" 

"Doesn't that feel good?" 

"It feels delightful. But what is it for?" 

"Baby, have you ever had a man's pecker up your ass?" 

"Sodomy?" she asked with surprise. 

"That's just what I mean." 

"No, never," she told him emphatically. "I hope that isn't what you want 
from me." 

"You don't know how badly I want it," he looked at her in dead seriousness. 
"You've got such a nice, trim ass. I've wanted to fuck you this way from the 
first time we met, but I was a little afraid to move too fast in that 
direction. Now we've known each other quite a while, and we've done it every 
other way. How about letting me try it this way?" 

"I wish you wouldn't." 

"Why are you so insistent?" 

"Because I've heard it's very painful." 

"Who told you that?" 

"A woman I once knew. She told me that her husband liked to do it to her 
that way when he was drunk. He used to really hurt her." 

"Certainly, with some drunken clown who probably has a high brutality streak 
in him, it's going to hurt," he attempted to reason with her. "But I'm not 
that kind of guy, am I?" 

"No, but I'm sure it would hurt with you doing it as well." 

"I don't believe that it would. I really don't." 

"How can you say that?" 

"Because I do it the right way. I do it a little more scientifically. I find 
the right angle and stab. It might hurt you for a few strokes, just like 
when you were a virgin getting it up the cunt for the first time. But after 
a while you're gonna love it." 

"I'm not so sure." 

"How about giving me a chance to prove it to you?" 

"I'm really not too happy about the idea." 

"I'll tell you what. If, after I've been doing it to you for a few minutes, 
you decide it's not for you, then I'll stop at that point. Is it a deal?" 

At that point he was fondling her breasts with one hand and running his 
fingers through her hair with another. She was gettinc arried away with his 
passionate charms. 

"I suppose so," she sighed with resignation. 

A triumphant smile filled Edward Stone's face. He was happy to see that his 
will had prevailed. 

Before he initiated his first efforts, he swept his lover's beautiful ass 
over a pillow. He inserted the pillow under her, to provide himself with a 
better angle for his penetration. 

He then guided her legs over his shoulders. At that point he was prepared to 
unleash his huge cock, in the direction of her asshole. 

He moved his cock spiritedly forward, letting it move inside the tight anus 
of the woman he loved. 

"Does that hurt?" 

"A little." 

"It will hurt a little bit at the start, then it will get better." 

He drilled her several times, picking up additional steam with every 
succeeding effort. The longer that the pace continued, the faster and harder 
he allowed his meat to unleash itself inside her anus. 

His focal point, the area on which he began concentrating after a while, was 
her anal ring. He thrust his prick forward with spirited excitement as it 
pursued that one main objective. 

The intense drilling continued uninterrupted. He was determined to acclimate 
her to ass fucking, by putting forth consistent strokes that drove her to a 
passionate ecstasy. 

"Oh, you're so tight," he gasped. 

While he pierced the inner region of her asshole, he allowed his fingers 
sufficient lattitude to maneuver over her ass cheeks. And all the while the 
intensity of the act continued to accelerate. 

Marjorie was hurting a little from his brisk movements, but she was not 
about to complain. Just as she had been told, the pain attached to the act 
began to diminish as he continued shoving his rod forward. 

She was eager to please him, and he was only too eager to irovide her with 
every measure of sexual satisfaction he possibly could. He was convinced 
that, in time, she would enjoy ass fucking as much as he did. 

As he found himself drilling even deeper inside her tight asshole, he let 
his fingers press all the more eagerly against her ass cheeks. 

"Hang on, honey, because I'm going to explode up there," he told her. 

"Oh, you are really fucking me." 

"You're damned right I am." 

The bed began to rock from his spirired forward efforts. Relentlessly he 
continued tearing into her with his rock hard cock, shoving his way toward 
release. 

"Hang on, baby, because I am. going to explode inside you." 

Several seconds later he let out a loud sigh and she felt the warm white 
juice spurting into her ass. 

He released his meat from her and nodded. "You're a great fuck, just like I 
knew you would be." 

Much to Marjorie's surprise, he got up from the bed and walked over to where 
his clothes were. He began to dress quickly. 

"You're not running along already," she said. 

"Yes, there's something I must tell you." 

There was a tone of urgency in his voice that she did not like to hear. 

"Then out with it." 

"Let's both get dressed and talk this thing out over drinks." 

"If you say so." 

They dressed quickly and she poured them another round of bourbon and water. 
It bothered her to see how uncomfortable and fidgety the usually calm Dr. 
Edward Stone had become. It took him the better part of his drink before he 
was able to finally face the question. 

"I haven't been completely honest with you, Marjorie. I've tried to convey 
the impression of a single man. Actually, that's not true." 

"You mean you're married?" she shot back in angry dismay. 

"That's what I mean," he nodded. 

"At first, I didn't think that our dates were causing any harm. My wife and 
kids were back in Syracuse taking care of details, before moving out here to 
join me. I didn't think a few harmless dinner dates meant that much. 
Besides, they improved my morale. But as things wore on, I found myself 
irresistibly attracted to you." 

"What are you building up to?" a tone of bitterness surfaced in Marjorie's 
tone. 

"Just one thing," he replied hesitantly, "I got a letter from my wife last 
week. She'll be flying out here with the kids on Saturday." 

"So I suppose that's it as far as we're concerned," Marjorie managed to 
maintain her calmness, even though her heart was pounding and it was 
extremely difficult. 

"No, I've grown too attached, to you for that. Here's what I'd like to do." 

At that point, before continuing, he got to his feet and strode nervously 
across the floor. 

"I'd like to pay for your apartment here, buy you other necessaries you 
might need, and see you whenever I get the chance. That way I can maintain 
my commitments at home while not losing you." 

"Then in other words, you want me as your paid whore," she jumped to her 
feet and shrieked. 

"Quiet, honey, the neighbors will hear." 

"I don't give a damn! It's the truth, isn't it?" 

"No, it's nothing like that. I just happen to be caught in a terrible bind. 
I can't walk out on my wife and kids, but I want to continue having sex with 
you. Oh, if things were. different, sure I'd marry you. But I can't at a 
point like this. I don't want to break up my family, and I don't want to 
break up my romance with you." 

"You want me to be your whore! You deliberately distorted the truth!" 

"Please listen to reason." 

He walked toward her and pulled out his wallet. His nervous fingers reached 
inside and he pulled out two one hundred dollar bills. 

"Please, take these. No matter what you might think of me, please take 
these. It would make me feel better." 

"I don't want your goddamn money, you lousy hyprocite. Just get out of my 
apartment and never show your face around here again." 

"Please don't talk to me like that. I love you." 

"Love," she laughed derisively. "To you, and probably all the other men in 
this lousy world, love means getting your rocks off inside some poor, 
willing woman, usually a woman who is being duped. Just like tonight. You 
waited till you got what you wanted, you waited until you fucked me up the 
ass, before you told me the truth." 

"My passions took over. I couldn't help it. I wanted to tell you at dinner, 
but I just couldn't." 

"How touching. You couldn't work up the courage until after you'd fucked me. 
Well, it's over with us." Her voice continued to rise as she reached the 
final crucial moment. "Just get out of here, Edward Stone, and never come 
back." 

He looked at her for several moments and sighed. His eyes dropped and he 
turned around. He walked toward the door like a whipped puppy dog. 

"Goodbye," he whispered at the door. 

Edward Stone closed the door behind him. The moment that it shut a flood 
gate of tears were released. 

Marjorie MacDonald sobbed for most of the rest of the evening. 

CHAPTER THREE 

The next two weeks were almost unendurably painful for Marjorie. 

During hospital duty, she seemed to constantly encounter Dr. Edward Stone. 
On several occasions he made strong overtures toward reconciliation. 

On one of those occasions, Marjorie had been indulging in a cup of coffee in 
the hospital snack shop. When she saw Dr. Stone come in alone, she quickly 
finished the cup, and prepared to depart. 

She could not quite make her move in time, however, as he immediately 
spotted her at the table and walked. over to join her. 

"Have you got a minute, Marjorie?" he asked softly. 

She noticed a penitent tone in his voice. 

"As a matter of fact I don't," she replied tersely. "I've got to be going." 

"Oh, come on. Just give me a minute to talk." 

"I had my say and you had yours the other night. There's no more to be 
said." 

She got up from the table and walked toward the door. He grabbed her left 
arm and held it tightly, but not to the point of creating pain with the 
pressure. He wanted to hold her just securely enough to prevent her from 
getting away. 

"Let me go." 

"Please just let me talk to you." 

"There's nothing to say." 

"Can't we .at least try it on the terms I suggested?" 

"No, they're no more acceptable now than they were then. Now please let me 
go." 

"Please, Marjorie. Give me another chance." 

"If you don't let me go, I'll let out a shriek and we'll have a scene right 
here." 

"You wouldn't do that to me now, would you?" he looked into her eyes 
searchingly. 

"Yes I would," she told him with determination. 

"Very well," his head dropped sadly. 

He reluctantly released her arm and let out a painful sigh as he watched her 
walk away. He continued to consider her the most appealing woman he had ever 
met. 

Incidents like the one aforementioned, coupled with the continued 
frustrations of seeing him regularly at the hospital, precipitated Marjorie 
to make a bold move. 

Late one afternoon, when it was time for her break, she walked into the head 
administrator's office and asked for a transfer. 

"Aren't you happy here, my dear?" the kindly administrator, Charles 
Brewster, asked her. 

"It's not really that. It's just that I want to -- get away from day work. 
It's a personal matter, but there's somebody who works with me on my shift 
that I just don't want to see." 

"I see. Then it's not that you're unhappy at this hospital." 

"No, that's not really it." 

"I'm happy to hear that," the kindly administrator's face brightened up, 
"because you've done a very good job here and we don't want to lose you. 
Quite frankly, Miss MacDonald, the reports and evaluations that have come 
across my desk concerning your work here have all been favorable. I have a 
policy that I followed as long as I've been in public administration -- when 
somebody is doing a good job fo me, I try not to lose that person. I really 
don't want to lose you, Miss MacDonald." 

"That's very kind of you, Mr. Brewster." 

"I think that we can strike a happy balance, providing you're willing to 
cooperate." 

"I'll do my best." 

"Hive you given any thought to night duty?" 

"No, I really haven't." 

"Are you opposed to the idea of working nights, dear?" 

"Not really. Of course, I haven't really thought about it." She paused 
momentarily, then continued. "Come to think of it, I would have more time to 
spend on the beach. I'm a sun and water nut, and that's the big reason why I 
decided to settle in Manhattan Beach after my disillusion." 

"Then perhaps working nights would carry with it certain distinct 
advantages. Like the ones you just named. You'd have more time at home 
during the day." 

"I suppose you're right." 

"And it would solve your personal problem." 

"Yes, I guess it would." 

"Very good," Mr. Brewster smiled, then leaned back and relaxed in his swivel 
chair. "Here's what I had in mind. There's an opening in one of our wards 
for evening duty. I was going over applications for the job early this 
afternoon, in fact. But rather than consider somebody from outside the 
hospital, I'd just as soon move a skilled girl like you into that post. 
Provided that you're willing, and you've indicated that you would be." 

"Yes, that sounds fine." 

"Would you be ready to make the shift in two weeks?" 

"I would." 

"Good," he smiled. "Then it's a closed matter." 

She started two weeks later with her evening duties. She immediately felt 
relieved at not having to face Dr. Stone every day. 

At first it was a little difficult breaking into the new routine, but she 
mastered it all very well. 

Even though Marjorie was angry at men in general, she still found herself 
longing for certain sexual acts to be performed on her. She had to admit 
that Dr. Edward Stone was skillful at performing various erotic sex acts. 

Now she was without an outlet, and was too stubbornly angry at mankind in 
general to allow herself to be drawn into a relationship with anybody else. 

As one would expect in the case of a beautiful, well proportioned woman in 
her middle twenties, she received plenty of attention from the young doctors 
and interns who became acquainted with her on the evening shift. She 
diplomatically but emphatically turned down one and all. 

For the moment she was prepared to concentrate strictly on her job 
responsibilities. She thought that, by doing so, she would think less 
concerning her carnal needs. 

One of the patients she was assigned to administer to was Roger Corwin, a 
tall, well built, sixteen year old high school football player. He had 
sustained an injury in one of his school's games, and was in the hospital to 
obtain knee surgery. 

She noticed how quickly she came to like Roger. He was so unlike men when 
they became older. He had an unassuming innocence which she found totally 
refreshing on contrast to men like her ex-husband and Dr. Edward Stone. Even 
though he was big and extremely virile appearing in his blue eyes and short 
cropped sandy hair, he carried with him a refreshing innocence which was 
inextricably attracted to youth. 

She liked the carefree world in which Roger Corwin existed, and she wanted 
to be a part of it, at least to the extent of communicating with him and 
finding out as much about him as she could. 

After he underwent the successful knee surgery, he was in more of a mood to 
converse with her. The operation had gone well and he was on the road to 
recovery. He related. well to her, manifesting an adult-like attitude which 
extended byond his actual years, while still maintaining the innocence that 
she liked. 

One evening she went to visit him in his room immediately after his parents 
and his girl-friend, a petite young beauty in her middle teens, left the 
room. 

"Oh, hi, Miss MacDonald," he grinned as she walked in the room. 

"I'm here to take your pulse and temperature." 

"Yes, I could guess that." 

"It doesn't take much guessing, does it?" 

"No, it doesn't." 

"Things happen pretty much according to schedule around here, don't they?" 

"They sure do." 

"That was a very cute young blonde who just left. Is she your girl?" 

"One of them," he said casually. 

"One of them? Just how many do you have?" 

"A few," he shrugged. "It's no big thing. Being a football player helps me 
in that department." 

"Oh yes, when I was going to school it was the same way. The football heroes 
always seemed to get the girls." 

"That's just the trouble with so many of them. They're girls," he said a 
little disappointedly. "Me, I'm looking for women. I'd much rather talk to 
somebody like you." 

"But don't you have more in common with a young girl like the one who was in 
here to see you tonight?" 

"No, I think I've got a lot more in common with somebody like you. You're 
more mature and you know the ropes." 

Marjorie looked at him strangely, then took his pulse. She deliberately did 
not follow up on his remark. She was afraid that it could very well have 
contained a sexual connotation. 

She said very little to Roger Corwin during the remainder of her visit. She 
left his room and wished him goodnight in a cautious tone. 

As she left his room she recognized what had caused the over caution on her 
part. She had an unmistakable tingling throughout her body. The kind of 
tingling that went with sexual excitement. 

She wondered if her reaction were not somehow dirty, being attracted to a 
sixteen year old boy. But she liked his innocence, she liked his frankness, 
and she found herself attracted to his face and form as well. 

Marjorie found herself apprehensive about dealing with him further. She was 
afraid to give in to her feelings, yet also afraid to suppress them. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Two nights later, young Roger decided to query his beautiful nurse on why 
she had suddenly become so distant. 

"You're not talking to me so much any more," he began. 

"What makes you say that?" 

"You're just not. Before you used to come in here, we'd chat, and always had 
a good time. Now all of a sudden you're acting fidgety. It's like you're 
afraid I'm carrying some kind of a plague or something." 

"That's not true, Roger," she laughed nervously. 

"It is true. Come off it, Miss MacDonald. You know you're acting a little 
strangely, and I think I know why." 

"I do have other patients, Roger. I have to take care of them just as I do 
you. So you're probably just imaginging that I've been giving you the short 
shrift, when I'm really just equalizing my time among my various patients." 

"No, that's not it," he insisted emphatically, shaking his head. "Maybe I'm 
only sixteen, but I've been around long enough to learn a few things from 
women. I think you're beginning to feel some of the same sensations that I 
am." 

"Roger, I think I'd better leave. You're becoming impertinent." 

"You can't snow me, Miss MacDonald," he laughed. "I've turned a few women on 
your age, some a little older. What would you say if I told you that I'd 
done it with. mothers of gals I go with? That little gal that you saw two 
nights ago. What would you say if I told you that I banged her mother? A 
very good screw too. In fact, she told me that I do it one helluva lot 
better than her old man does." 

"Roger, I'd appreciate it if you said nothing more," she erupted. But her 
voice was trembling, and rather than coming across confidently, it instead 
sounded maudlin and afraid. 

"You're not the kind of woman who ought to be shocked at hearing those 
things. You had a lot of guys chasing after you, and by now I know damned 
well a few of them have caught you. I've seen the goo-goo eyes that these 
doctors around here have flashed when they look at you, and I can't blame 
them one damned bit." 

"I'd better be going." 

"You won't be doing anything other than up-setting yourself by not admitting 
something that's inside you." 

"You can let me be the judge of my own feelings," she walked out the door in 
a huff. 

As she drove in her Pinto down the deserted Harbor Freeway leading toward 
Manhattan Beach, she began weighing heavily every word that Roger Corwin had 
said. Now she knew about what the experts meant when they talked about how 
bright the current younger generation was. 

She could not con this young man. He knew only too well just how she felt, 
and no doubt also recognized her reasons for not giving in. He had been only 
too correct in surmising that throwing off his advances would only cause her 
greater upset. 

She parked her car in the garage and walked into the apartment. She fixed 
herself a drink, hoping that it would settle her nerves, but it didn't. It 
only brought Roger Corwin into more vivid view. 

She got ready for bed. As she stripped off her nurse's uniform, she had the 
strange desire to take off all of her clothes and stand before the mirror. 

As she stood before the mirror totally naked, looking at her trim form, her 
curvaceous buttocks, and her streamlined, lithe legs, along with her firm 
breasts, she thought of Roger some more. She closed her eyes and envisioned 
what he would be like totally nude. 

The longer she thought about Roger lying nude before her, the greater the 
excitation that shot through her entire body. She felt the absolute 
necessity of expressing herself sexually, even if it was through 
masturbation. 

She walked into the bathroom and began fingering herself. All the while 
thoughts of Roger ran fleetingly through her mind. She did not stop until 
she had orgasmed twice. 

The next evening when it was time to go into Roger's room, she found herself 
so nervous that she could barely stop her body from trembling. She walked 
into the room and he was sitting up in bed reading a sports magazine. 

"Why, hello there," he beamed a sexy smile. 

At that moment she thought him to be the most appealing man she had ever 
met, far exceeding even Dr. Edward Stone. 

"Good evening," she said officially. 

"So how have you been?" 

"Just fine, Roger. How are you?" 

At that moment he pulled back the covers in the bed and yanked his giant 
cock out of his pajama bottoms. 

"I'm horny," he grinned, even more widely than before. 

"Roger, what are you doing?" she whispered in shock, her eyes widening as 
she looked at his long, stiff joint. 

"You asked me how I was, and I decided to show you. I'm horny and you're 
just the girl I'd like, to satisfy me." 

"Are you crazy? This is a hospital." 

She decided by that time to abandon any false pretenses of not being 
interested in him sexually. She could no longer deceive either herself or 
Roger in that regard. 

"Let's live a little dangerously. Don't be a stick in the mud. Let yourself 
go. That's one advantage we people of my age have over so many of you. When 
we feel something, we let it all hang out, just like I'm letting my big cock 
hang out. Isn't it a beautiful cock?" 

She was dumbfounded by his aggressiveness. She said nothing, staring blankly 
at his huge organ, which was impressing her more every second she looked at 
it. 

"Sure you'd like it," he said. "I've never yet seen a woman who looked at it 
and didn't like it. I can tell by that look in your eyes that you like it. 
Sure, baby, you love this cock, you really do. And I'd bet you'd love 
nothing more than to suck on it right now." 

She had never sucked cock very much. It had happened only on a few 
infrequent occasions with her husband, and on one occasion with Dr. Stone. 
Generally, what oral sex she participated in stemmed from men going down on 
her. Since she had a beautiful body that men found naturally appealing, they 
generally were inclined to want to suck her vagina, while they proved a lot 
less demanding when it came to expecting her to suck their cocks. 

Both her husband and Edward Stone preferred thrusting sensations, and for 
that reason also did not demand a great deal of oral sex. 

But here she was presented with the temptation of a handsome young man 
offering his stiff cock to her. Now it was just a question of how she would 
react. His bold maneuver had put her squarely on the defensive. 

"You want to fuck with me and you know it. Come on and go down on this cock, 
baby. You'd be surprised how much fun my prick can be," he said with greater 
insistence than before. 

She continued to stand frozenly in place, wondering just what she should do 
next. She did not know whether to give in, or to run out of the room. 

"Why don't you just take a hold of it for a few seconds and see how it 
feels," he said. "Just give those fingers a little freedom, give them some 
time to work around my rod." 

She heaved a deep sigh and observed that she was beginning to sweat. She 
finally decided to take the big risk, to do what her instincts had been 
telling her to for quite some time. With one decisive thrust, she reached 
out with her right hand and grabbed Roger Corwin's long stiff pecker. 

"That's it, just run those fingers up the smooth base several times," he 
said. "A lot of women like to do that. It gets them more familiar with it, 
gives them a little momentum before starting to suck it. Go ahead, honey, 
just let those fingers run up and down my long dick." 

His impressions were absolutely correct. The greater the degree of frequency 
with which she ran her fingers up and down his huge prick, the more she 
liked it. Her heart pounded with gleeful anticipation; unleashing waves of 
excitement that had been lying dormant within her, since the last time that 
she had had sex with Edward Stone. 

"You're really moving those fingers," he complimented her. "Now why don't 
you put your tongue to work on my cock? That's what I'm really waiting for." 

Now the moment was truly at hand. He had asked her to go down on his rod, 
and she was so worked up with passionate desire, that she was not about to 
refuse him. 

She let her tongue slide up and down the length of his fleshy instrument 
several times. She was carefully gauging her movements as she worked into 
the tempo of the act. 

After all, she had not had a great deal of experience in that area. She was 
turned on greatly with the prospects of having sex with Roger, but not to 
the point where she would permit such a possibility to cause her to lose her 
tranquility. She had learned, quite some time back, that it was necessary to 
be able to control your movements, in order to maximize your sex 
possibilities. 

"Yeah, I like the way you're sliding your tongue around my pole," he 
chuckled. "Just keep that tongue coming, work it around there, I like that 
kind of action. No need to hurry it, baby, we're doing just fine the way 
we're going." 

The longer she kept up the pace of allowing her warm red tongue to circulate 
up and down that smooth, fleshy cock, the better she liked it. As she gained 
confidence, she gradually began to lick Rorger's long prick more rapidly. 

Soon she picked up an exciting rhythm all her own, spurred on by Roger's 
encouragement. She liked the candid way that he expressed himself, when she 
was in the process of providing him with sexual satisfaction. 

"Okay, honey, here's another thing I always ask the gals to do when they're 
going down on my big stick," he said. "I like it when they tickle my nuts. 
Just put those fingers to work on my nuts while you're sucking me, and that 
will drive me out of my mind. I guarantee you if you do it just right, 
you'll do more than get me to react, you'll get a better suck out of it." 

Marjorie was determined to test the accuracy of his statement. She let her 
fingers maneuver over his warm balls while she continued running her tongue 
with sweeping movements up and down his long stick. 

She found herself becoming more excited than ever now that she was receiving 
double satisfaction from both touching his scrotum with her gingers, and 
allowing her tongue the opportunity to run swiftly up and down his huge 
pecker. 

"Oh, now you're getting it, oh, that's it," he said with hushed excitement, 
knowing enough to hold his voice down so that attention would not be called 
to what they were doing. 

Marjorie quickly found out what he had meant when he said that she would 
receive a greater suck by playing with his scrotum while she went down on 
him. His entire body seemed to come dramatically unglued when she touched 
his scrotum a certain way. Her fingers danced with excitement as she let 
them run over his balls. 

She quickly responded to his touch by sucking him all the faster. And he 
responded by flipping his body upward, then back and forth, creating the 
kind of sexy rhythm that he liked. 

Her fingers and tongue reacted perfectly to his movements. The longer and 
faster she sucked him the more excitement they both began to feel. 

"Keep it up, don't let up now, I'm just about there," he warned. "Keep on 
sucking me, keep going down on the big dick, suck me, suck me." Now she had 
reached the point where even his voice turned her on to the fullest extent. 
She existed largely for the tremendous satisfaction of just doing what he 
wanted her to. 

It became her one great goal, to please him in just the way that he had 
anticipated she would. As she pushed him closer toward the moment of climax, 
he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. It gave to them both a 
sense of satisfaction. 

"Just keep on rolling, just keep that tongue twirling over my prick," he 
told her. "I'm just about ready to shoot, oh, that's it, keep it up, suck 
me, oh, oh." 

Now her tongue was exerted with blinding speed, rolling swiftly over every 
crevice of flesh. She was learning how to suck, and learning fast, under his 
guidance. 

"I'm gonna give you lots of hot juice, eat every drop of it," he told her. 
"Hang in there, baby, fuck me, suck, suck, suck." 

She tickled his balls, and went to work on the last few driving tongue stabs 
leading toward orgasm. 

"This is it," he warned. "Oooh, oooh, ooooh." 

She braced herself and the deluge of hot juice poured out of the end of his 
long, fleshy pole. 

He let loose with such a voluminous load that she was unable to catch all of 
it, even though she tried valiantly to do so. Several droplets of white jism 
filtered out both sides of her mouth, but in the main she was able to catch 
most of the warm juice. 

Roger watched with grinning satisfaction as she sucked out the last few 
drops of sperm. He felt as if he had accomplished a great deal. First of 
all, he had talked her into letting her inhibitions go. Then it was up to 
him to put out. 

He was happy that he had been able to supply her with such a large load. He 
was hopeful that, by supplying her with such, she would feel more favorably 
disposed toward him. 

His great desire was to make love to her on other occasions. and in 
different ways, as long as she was willing. And he felt that, since their 
first sex experience together had been successful, she would be likely to 
indicate such a willingness in the future. 

"I don't know what got into me," she shook her head after it was all over. 

"No need to apologize about it. A lot of the women I've done things with, 
said something like that after it was all over. There's no need to feel that 
way. Live and let live, let it all hang out." 

"I guess maybe I should make that my motto," she smiled, nodding. "Let it 
all hang out." 

"Right on." 

"I guess you'll have me talking like you if you have your way about it." 

"I'm not as interested in having you talk my way, as I am in having you fuck 
my way." 

"Yes, that's the big objective. Well, I've got to give you credit. You're 
quite a cocksman. You really exploded a big load of juice into me." 

"I've never had any complaints." 

"No, the only kind of complaint you'd ever get would be that you weren't 
dropping around often enough." 

"Come to think of it, I guess I've had that complaint." 

"I'm not surprised." 

She left his room feeling invigorated over the satisfaction she had obtained 
from sucking his cock. 

The experience made her feel liberated. But later she began having 
misgivings. On the way home she began to deliberate at length as to what had 
happened. 

She recognized that having sex in the hospital where she worked, 
particularly with a patient, was a dangerous thing. On top of that, she had 
had sex with a minor. No matter how mature he might look or talk, she had to 
remember that he still was only sixteen years of age. 

The more she thought about it in the quiet solitude of early morning as she 
made her way down the freeway heading toward home, the greater the 
recognition on her part that she could not allow anything like that to 
happen again. It was just plain too risky to get involved with a minor in a 
hospital bed. 

The next evening when she arrived in Roger's room, she was determined to 
resist his advances. 

"Well, how's my lover?" he greeted her gingerly. He also flahsed his sexiest 
smile for her benefit. 

"Please, Roger, let's not hear any more of that talk." 

"What's gotten into you today?" 

"I've picked up a little sense since last night. I realized that what we did 
was wrong." 

"You're talking crazy talk." 

"I'm talking sense." 

He resorted to the same maneuver he had attempted the evening before, 
pulling back the sheet and removing his huge cock from his pajamas. 

"Come on now, have a look at that," he tempted her, grinning sadistically. 
"You're trying to tell me that you're not turned on with that? You sure dug 
it last night, and you dig it now. Don't tell me any different." 

"Put that thing away and start behaving like a man." 

"I am behaving like a man, dammit. I'm a hot man with a hard on who wants a 
good fuck. If you don't want to blow me again tonight, then we'll do 
something else. I'd just love to put that prick of mine inside your snatch?' 
"I don't care to hear any more of that talk." 

"So what would you do if I happened to tell the hospital authorities that I 
was seduced by an adult nurse?" he smiled grimly. 

"Oh, so now you're resorting to blackmail." 

"It would serve you right. After last night I had a right to expect more." 

"I didn't give you any such notions." 

"Like hell you didn't," he chuckled. "You gave me every reason to expect 
that. After all you told me about my hot cock and how you liked sucking it." 

"That was last night. Besides, people always talk that way during and after 
sex. I just happened to realize what a fool I was. Besides, even if you did 
squeal on me, it would be your word against mine. It just could backfire, 
and you might wind up getting very embarrassed." 

"Maybe yes and maybe no," he shrugged nonchalantly. 

"So you're willing to take that kind of chance?" 

"Naw, I'm not the type of guy who'd resort to blackmail. I think too much of 
myself to do anything like that. I've got to believe that broads want to go 
to bed with me for myself, and nothing else. But I do hate to see a 
beautiful broad like you turning chicken shit after a cock suck like we 
enjoyed last night." 

"I'm sorry you're sorry, but that's the way it has to be." 

Marjorie was, if possible, even more regretful over her act of refusing 
Roger his satisfaction than was Roger. She felt herself powerfully attracted 
to him, but did not want to take any more chances of getting caught having 
sex with a minor during hospital duty. 

Roger did not make any additional passes for the remainder of his stay. As 
she took care of him that last evening, immediately prior to his release 
from the hospital, she was so crushed that she could barely function. 

Her reason for feeling the measure of tragedy she did related to the fact 
that she was so attracted to him, yet was afraid to pursue the relationship 
any further. She was fearful that such a relationship could be very damaging 
to her. 

The last time she went in to see him, he appeared to be in a highly 
congenial frame of mind. His brother was in the room visiting him. 

Much to Marjorie's dismay, she found herself as powerfully attracted to 
Roger's brother as she was to him. The brother had brown hair, along with 
Roger's good looks and build. That was all it took to get her extremely hot. 

"Miss MacDonald, I want you to meet my brother, Joe," Roger cooly introduced 
him to her. 

"Nice meeting you." 

"Same here," the brother smiled. "If nurses are as pretty as Miss MacDonald, 
I wouldn't mind getting sick myself." 

"Thank you," she replied, but making certain that she did not display 
encouragement through her tone of voice or facial expression. 

She went through her normal routine for the last time, after which it was to 
time for them to part. 

"Lots of luck to you, Roger," she said. All the while she was struggling to 
hold back tears. There he lay, the most attractive male she had ever met, 
and she was letting him walk out of her life. What made matters worse, she 
felt totally powerless to do anything about it. 

"Thank you. You've been a wonderful nurse, Miss MacDonald." 

"I was just doing my duty," she smiled. 

"Nice meeting you, Miss MacDonald," brother Joe said. 

"Nice meeting you, Joe. And lots of luck." 

"Thank you." 

She then walked out of the room. Her knees felt an unsteadiness as she moved 
toward the door. It was all she could do to retain her composure. 

She went home that evening and cried a great deal. She wondered if she had 
done the right thing. There he was, handsome Roger Corwin, a sixteen year 
old football player who just happened to be her kind of guy. One evening, in 
a blaze of sensuality, she had let herself go and had sucked his cock. 

The following night, though, she had discouraged him from any further 
activity. Things had moved quickly back to a formal setting, and by the time 
he was ready to go home, she was Miss MacDonald all over agin. 

She recognized that losing him would be a much greater blow for her to 
sustain than any he would have to bear from losing her. As he had said, he 
was a young man with many opportunities. She was a woman who was fed up with 
men in general. At least men like her ex-husband and Dr. Edward Stone. 

She considered Roger a completely different type of person and loved his 
youthful exuberance. She would never be able to forget him. 

As she closed her eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep, she found 
herself thwarted by images of what his body would look like naked. She 
wished that she had had an opportunity to see it totally nude, at least for 
a little while. It would have enhanced the memories of that beautiful 
occasion. Then again, perhaps it would only have made her more miserable. 
Maybe then the blow would have been even more difficult for her to endure. 

She continued to feel despondent through the following afternoon, at which 
time she drove to work. Even an afternoon at the beach had not allayed the 
feeling of tragedy which cut to the very marrow of her. She had let the man 
she loved get away, without even telling him what he had meant to her. 

When she arrived at the hospital, the head nurse of her department, Miss 
Coleman, called out to her as she was ready to undertake her afternoon 
responsibilities. 

"Miss MacDonald, I have something for you," she said. 

"Yes?" 

"I have a letter that was left behind by the young man you took care of." 

"Which young man?" 

"The high school football player." 

"Roger Corwin?" her eyes lit up. 

"Yes, that's the boy." 

She handed Marjorie the sealed envelope. Marjorie looked at it with 
bewilderment. She wondered what he would say to her. 

"He told me you did a very good job taking care of him, and made me promise 
I'd give you this," Miss Coleman .explained. "He said he just wanted to show 
his appreciation by writing you a little note." 

"Oh, thank you, Miss Coleman." 

"Quite all right, my dear." 

Marjorie watched Miss Coleman walk away. She then looked around, hoping to 
find some place where she could open the letter and read it in privacy. Her 
curiosity was aroused to such an extent, that she would not be able to do 
anything until she read the conents of the letter. 

She tiptoed down the hall toward a private resting quarters, where the 
nurses could sit down or lie down by themselves when there was a break in 
duty. 

She opened the door and was happy to observe that nobody else was around. 
She had the room all to herself. She sat down on the bed and tore the 
envelope open. 

Then she read the letter: "Dear Miss MacDonald: I can't tell you how much 
that cock suck did for me. Sorry that we couldn't get together after that. 
I'll be going back to school and getting back into the regular grind of 
things. I would like very much to remain in touch with you. I'm at home by 
myself most of the weekday afternoons between three and five, since both my 
parents work. The only other person around would be my brother Joe, and he 
can be trusted. Please give me a call if you want to continue our 
relationship further. With love, Roger." 

Her head spun crazily. She did not know just how to take such a letter. 

She realized one thing, though. She had an opportunity to communicate with 
the young man. The rest would be up to her. 

The remainder of the day she could think about nothing other than how much 
fun it had been to let herself go and suck his cock. If she could feel that 
liberated from that one act, she reasoned, then maybe the idea of having sex 
with him was not evil after all. 

Her instincts had been wrong so many times in the past that she could not 
help but question any line of action that would surface in her mind. 

She couldn't help but see that big cock. It never seemed to leave her. The 
letter proved to be a catalyst, a point of great inspiration which instilled 
hope for the future. 

As for his brother Joe, he struck her as every bit as appealing as Roger. 
She wondered if, provided she broke through the barriers of restraint with 
Roger and completely let herself go, whether she might not also desire Joe. 
She even wondered, based upon the way the letter was written, whether Roger 
might not have intended her to get involved intimately with Joe as well. 

She knew that these young boys were more appetizing and appealing to her 
than older men. 

Perhaps she should consult her instincts on this matter, she couldn't help 
but think as she continued mulling over various possibilities. It wouldn't 
be the safe thing to do but it might be the right thing. 

As she got home that evening and had a reflective glass of wine, she came to 
her ultimate conclusion -- she would take a chance and call up Roger Corwin. 
She recognized that if she did not act upon her impulse, she might always 
regret it. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Marjorie called Roger the following afternoon. 

"Hello," a strong masculine voice answered on the second ring. 

"Is that you, Roger?" 

"Why, hello there, Marjorie," his voice began to lighten with excitement. 

"How did you know it was me?" 

"I left the letter and you got that yesterday. I figured it would take you 
about that long to call me." 

"You certainly do have a lot of confidence in yourself, don't you?" 

"I suppose I do. I've got a nice stiff cock and the ability to use it. That 
makes me pretty popular with the women." 

"Still as blunt a talker as always." 

"That's the only way to fly. So when can we be getting together?" 

"When do you think we ought to?" 

"Right now would be fine with me. Just give me your address and I'll be over 
as fast as my wheels can carry me." 

"That won't be possible. I'm working tonight." 

"O.K., then when is your first day off?" 

"Sunday." 

"I could get away then. Just where should I meet you?" 

She hesitated a moment before answering. Initially, she thought of giving 
him her address, but the more she thought about it the more appetizing it 
loomed to her to instead suggest a meeting at the beach. 

She wanted to see him in his swim trunks, to get into the mood by observing 
him almost naked from the start. Then, too, there was something enchanting 
about being on the beach that she liked. It was such a soul cleansing 
experience, so purifying to her inner spirits. 

In addition, Marjorie had an ego, just like Roger Corwin did. She liked to 
anticipate how he would react to seeing her in a bikini for the first time. 
The only attire he had seen her in up to that point was her nurse's uniform. 

When she finally resumed their conversation, she said: "How about meeting at 
the beach?" 

"Now you're talking." 

"You know where Manhattan Beach is?" 

"Sure, no problem finding it." 

"That's good. I live there." 

Marjorie then told him the section of the beach where she wanted them to 
meet. She gave explicit directions, which he took down. 

"How would two o'clock Sunday afternoon be?" she asked. "I'll be there with 
balls on," he laughed. 

They bidded each other goodbye, then Marjorie hung up, eagerly anticipating 
Sunday afternoon. 

By the time Sunday rolled around, Marjorie was ecstatic with glee. She spent 
much of the remainder of the week, just thinking about the beautiful time 
she would be having with the handsome man of her dreams. 

There were a few occasions when she wondered if something was happening to 
her, if perhaps she were going out of her mind, considering that she was 
this strongly attracted to somebody that young. But in the final analysis 
she decided to consult her own feelings, and that was the way she felt in 
the final analysis. 

Early Sunday afternoon, after lolling around the apartment up until that 
time, she put on a sparkling gold bikini. 

As she finished fitting her body snugly into it, she put her hands on her 
hips, grinned with satisfaction, and said aloud as she looked directly into 
her bedroom mirror: "If that doesn't get him, nothing will." 

Her point was exceptionally well taken. It was the type of bathing suit that 
was perfectly fitted to her dimensions. Her breasts thrust out of the top of 
it dramatically, showing the beautiful cleavage which characterized them. As 
for her buttocks, the material fitted over them excellently. 

She picked up a beach towel, slipped her feet into a pair of thongs, and 
walked toward the front door. Her last move, executed just before leaving 
the bedroom, was to slip on her dark glasses. 

As she walked down the street leading toward the beach, she noticed the 
admiring glances she drew from handsome young men. 

As she was just about to enter the beach, she observed a group of young men, 
who had just left the beach, pulling out in a convertible. A horn honked, 
and all of the hands went up. 

She smiled and waved at them. She considered it a good omen, something that 
would brink her luck with Roger. It gave her confidence to know just how 
attractive she was to the opposite sex. 

"Like a ride?" The driver of the convertible asked. 

"No thank you." 

"You don't have to be bashful around us," one of the men in the back seat 
said. 

"I'm not bashful. I've already got a date." 

"I guess that's tough luck for us," the driver said. 

The men all chuckled as the driver pressed down on the accelerator and 
zoomed away. 

Marjorie picked out a secluded spot of sand near a tiny cove. She watched 
seagulls hovering about in the blue skies above. Everything was perfect, she 
couldn't help but notice, particularly the beautiful white-capped waves. 

As she spread out her beach towel and laid down on her. back, she was happy 
that she had spent so many hours at the beach. Her skin was a radiant bronze 
color, and it looked even brighter and healthier in the sunshine than it did 
in-doors. She could hardly wait for the opportunity to turn on the handsome 
young man of her dreams, young Roger who was causing her to spend so many 
sleepless or semi-sleepless nights. 

A comfortable breeze began to flit through the air, and Marjorie, content 
yet excited as she awaited the arrival of Roger, fell asleep. 

In what seemed like only an instant later, she was awakened by a familiar 
virile voice: "Hello, beautiful. Mind if I share your beach towel?" 

"By all means," she looked up at him . and smiled. She did not even attempt 
to disguise the total exhilaration she felt over seeing him for the first 
time in several days. 

As he slid his body down toward the towel, she moved her frame over 
slightly, giving him plenty of room. 

All it took was one look at that strong body to get her even more excited 
than she had been when she had sex with Edward Stone. She liked his broad 
shoulders and his trim legs, which went along perfectly with the rest of his 
tapered body. 

As he sat down next to her, his right leg casually brushed againser her 
left. Electrical sex currents were immediately set off throughout her body. 

"It's nice to see you again," she said. 

"Nice to see you." 

The words were no more out of his mouth than he leaned forward, threw his 
strong arms around her, and let his lips press fervently against hers. 

"You believe in coming on strong pretty fast." 

"Most of the girls I know like me that way," he confided. 

"I know that I do, but I don't like hearing you talk about other women. I'd 
rather that you confine your talk to me." 

"Since you're so beautiful, you rate that kind of treatment." 

This time he reached around the back of her bikini, and patted her ass 
cheeks delectably. He was warming up to the situation in short order, and 
she was moving swiftly right along with him. 

"I go to pieces when you touch me," she swooned, responding to his touch and 
clearly admitting her true feelings. 

"The same goes here." 

This time he worked his way inside her mouth. Their tongues clashed with 
intriguing excitement. A brisk ocean breeze filtered through the air at that 
point, causing their hair to rustle with it. 

They froze their tongues together compactly for the next few tremulous 
seconds. Their bodies began to noticeably quiver from the excitement that 
they generated within each other. 

"You sure can kiss," he told her after removing his tongue from her mouth. 

"With you leading the way, I can't miss." 

"Do you live far from here?" 

"Only a short walk away." 

"We don't have to walk. I've got my car parked right near here." 

"I just preferred walking. I've got a car too." 

"Let's get back to your place," he said with urgency. 

Then he pointed toward his rock-hard cock, the firm outline of which was 
clearly observable beneath his trunks. 

"As you can see, I'm in an emergency situation." 

"I feel the same kind of emergency down between my legs. The only difference 
between us is that with you guys, it shows a little more readily." 

"You know, you're right," he looked down at his huge dong. 

It was clearly obvious from the way that he bikini bottom as well, letting 
it slide down to the floor. 

"Now you're naked, just like I want you," he announced triumphantly. 

"What do you intend to do with me?" 

"That's a stupid question. I intend to fuck you, what else?" 

"Then I guess that means I'd better get to work on undressing you." 

"It won't take much work." 

"Obviously not." 

She reached down and lowered herself to her knees, pulling the trunks down. 
He stepped out of them and she received a beautiful ground floor view of his 
huge, engaging cock. 

"I've just got to .reach out and play with this," Marjorie exclaimed. 

Her heart was aflutter with passionate adventure. 

She jumped quickly to her feet, then reached out and grabbed hold of his 
hard rod. She pumped up and down on it with eagerness beginning with slow 
strokes, and gradually allowing herself increased latitude, until she 
maneuvered her fingers over him with captivating speed. 

"Damned but you are great with those fingers," he sighed, "but I wish you'd 
stop." 

"Why's that?" she moved her fingers from his rock. 

"Because I'd love to take a shower with you. That's the best way to really 
get to know a chick before sex." 

"Tell me more, talented sex fiend." 

"I'm not as interested in telling as I am in showing." 

"That's a very good answer." 

She showed him the way as they walked together into the bathroom. He threw 
an arm over her shoulder, and she let the fingers of her left hand come to 
rest on his right buttock. 

Roger, his hard cock intact, turned on the warm shower water. He looked at 
her and smiled as the warm water splashed down to the tub. He jumped into 
the shower and let the water hit him in the face. 

Marjorie stood outside the shower a few moments studying the young man she 
loved. At first her eyes would travel toward his face, after which the eyes 
would soon refocus on his hard prick. 

"Come on in, the water's fine," he called out to her enthusiastically. 

She joined him in the tub. He leaned forward and allowed his tongue to enter 
her mouth. The tongues slipped and slid with expert grace. He soon withdrew 
his tongue from hers, planning to go on to the next stage of their erotic 
adventure. 

A mischievous smile formed on Roger's face and she wondered what was coming 
next. She did not have to wonder for long. He picked up a bar of soap and 
rammed it into her rectum. 

"Stop it, you're goosing me," she laughed. "Isn't that a great feeling?" 

"You're breaking me up." 

"There's a lot of sensation inside that beatiful asshole." 

He continued running the soap bar into her ass. The longer he kept it up the 
more excited she became. 

"I can't believe you're turning me on this much by running soap into my 
ass." 

"You'd .be surprised at how many. erotic acts there are. All you've got to 
do is let the old inhibitions fly and take things as they come." 

"Oh, baby, the way that you're, manipulating that thing." 

Roger knew just how to manipulate his movements inside her ass. The soap bar 
proved to be an important vehicle in arousing her. 

"Now I'm gonna really start stepping up the pace," he briskly informed her. 

He augmented his soap bar routine with finger action. He used his free hand, 
his, left, to go to work on her moist vagina, which was wet with a 
combination of water and inner juices. 

"Got to give this pretty pussy a workout," he announced. 

The fingers flew furiously over her snatch. The faster they moved, and the 
quicker the soap bar was penetrated into the deep inner recesses of her 
rectum, the louder she gasped and the more fervently her body began to sway 
back and forth. 

"Now you're letting it all hang out," he announced with great fanfare. 

"Oh, just keep it up." 

"You like that, huh?" 

"Do I ever. Play with my cunt, ram that soap up my asshole." 

"Now you're really turned on. You're talking dirty." 

"Oh non, baby, not dirty, just sexy." 

"I'm all for that." 

Just when it appared to Marjorie that her young lover was operating at 
optimum, he proved that he could do even more to completely arouse her 
sexual instincts. 

While his right hand was occupied shoving the soap bar in and out of her 
anus, and as his left hand fervently rubbed her pussy, he let his head lean 
forward and permitted his tongue to manipulate over her breasts. The fact 
that water wass imultaneously pelting them made the act all the more 
exciting to both of them. 

"Oh, honey, the way you're playing with. those tits, keep it up," she said. 

Several strokes later he switched from sucking to nibbling. He turned his 
skilled teeth loose on her nipples, sending her into a fervent ocean of 
passion. 

The tit nibbling was the last order of business, leading into Roger's next 
imortant measure of business. 

He dropped down to his knees in the tub and set his sights on her vagina. As 
he got set to lean his head forward, he let his fingers run up and down her 
long, trim legs. That provided him with all the extra inspiration he needed 
to get down to the task at hand. 

His tongue thurst out and whiplashed her hot . cunt. As his fingers 
continued to squeeze her legs, he applied himself to his sucking diligently. 

"Keep up that beautiful sucking," she said. "I love it, I want it, suck me, 
suck me, suck me." 

She might have had her cunt sucked many times, but never under those 
cirucmstances. Never before had she been sucked while standing underneath a 
shower. It added another new dimension to her sex life. It seemed like 
everything had picked up once she met handsome young Roger. 

"Oh, that's it, nibble that clit," she encouraged as he Switched his 
movements from sucking to nibbling. "Keep on sucking, I want it, I want your 
tongue in me, make me shoot my juice." 

It gave Roger a great feeling of pride to know that he was satisfying this 
beautiful young woman. Certainly he had had affairs with a number of women 
older than himself, but never with one as beautiful as the young nurse. 

His fingers continued clenching her legs as his tongue slipped into the 
inner folds of vaginal flesh. He would alternately suck and nibble, and now 
that she was nearing climax, he decided to devote himself strictly to 
sucking. 

Roger dramatically stepped up the pace, licking her cunt with everything in 
him. 

"I'm just about there, just about there," she called out excitedly. "Get 
ready for a gusher, get ready for my load, I'm gonna shoot, shoot, shoot." 

Now the tongue was working at top speed. It was performing at maximum 
efficiency. Her sexy talk spurred him on all the more, making him that much 
more eager to taste her. 

"Just a few more strokes," she warned. "Suck me, baby, suck me, I want to 
shoot all my juices into you, suck it, suck, suck, suck." 

Several seconds later she let out a liberating sigh as the juice shot out of 
her lovenest and into his eager, waiting mouth. 

"You can suck me anytime," she patted him on the head. 

"I'll always follow up on your cunt." 

"You really mean it?" 

"I sure do." 

"Then I wish you'd go back and suck it again. Would that be asking too 
much?" 

"It certainly wouldn't." 

He dove toward her muff for a second time. His first taste of pussy had only 
wetted his appetite for more. 

His tongue pierced her snatch eagerly. Her body quivered with excitement, as 
she moved toward a second climax in rapid succession. 

"There's nothing stopping me," she exclaimed, "I'm gonna shoot. Catch it. 
Oohhh." 

He caught his second load in rapid succession and she gave him a pleased 
nod. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"I'm on fire between my legs," Roger erupted after sucking Marjorie to 
climax for the second time in a row. 

He was standing in the tub and looking sexier than ever to Marjorie, what 
with the warm water running down his face and all sides of his body. 

"What would you like me to do about it?" she reached out and ran her fingers 
teasingly over the huge base. She recalled how dramatically she had applied 
her fingers to his prick, when she had sucked him in the hospital bed. 

"Let's get out of here and go to the bedroom. I want this fuck to be my best 
ever." 

"You won't get an argument from me on that point." 

Roger quickly shut off the water. He picked up a towel from the steel towel 
hanger located adjacent to the shower. He briskly dried off Marjorie's body. 

"Now will you do the same for me?" he handed her the towel. 

"I'd be happy to." 

She became turned on anew as the towel worked its way over every private 
crevice of Roger's powerful body. It supplied her with an abundance of 
thrills to dry it off for him. 

Seconds later they were in the bedroom. They spent a few seconds gazing at 
each others nude form. Then Roger decided it was time for action. 

"As you can see, you really do something for me," he pointed down toward his 
still extremely hard, highly erect prick. 

Roger planted a few quick kisses on Marjorie's passionate lips. Then he 
decided it was time to push forward into other areas. 

He placed his strong hands around her arms and maneuvered her body downward 
into the bed. He was now primed and ready to explode his big cock. 

"I've just got to stick that prick into your tight cunt," he said 
emphatically. 

"I'd love that." 

"Good. That way we'll both be happy." 

He parted her legs, then allowed his fingers to fondle those tits he had 
come to love so much. Great thrills would sweep through every time he 
touched them. 

He heaved a deep sigh, then prepared for his initial penetration. 

"Get ready for a great fuck," he told her. "Sock it to me." 

"That's the way I like to hear a beautiful woman talk." 

The young but mature football player pushed his piercing rod forward and let 
it enter her with one decisive thrust. 

"Ah, now I'm in you," he exclaimed. 

He was overjoyed by the opportunity of experiencing her tight snatch 
firsthand. All it took were a few strokes to convince him, that it was every 
bit as tight and challenging as he had dreamed it would be. 

He continued to toy with her breasts and nipples, and every now and then he 
would bring his lips to rest against hers for added excitement, as his rigid 
prick continued to stab and tear relentlessly inside her snatch. 

"You're all woman, all sex," he complimented her as his hips, ass, and cock 
remained in perpetual motion. His body twisted and turned with every darting 
forward thrust of his prick. 

Being skilled in the art of pleasing a man in bed, Marjorie knew how much it 
would mean to Roger, to match his forward momentum with some of her own. 

As a direct consequence she allowed her hips and ass total freedom of 
movement, permitting them to turn and thrust upward, meeting every inspired 
push of his rigid prong. 

"You know just what to do to please a woman," she exclaimed. 

"And you know just how to please a man." 

"Keep fucking me, baby." 

The longer he kept up his pace, the more savage his thrusts became. Soon he 
was allowing his rod to flail at, her with constant, piston-like regularity 
and lightning speed, driving frenziedly high into her moist mound, which was 
becoming more stimulated with every succeeding touch. 

He kept up his blistering pace. Sweat began to surface on his brow, which 
wrinkled with total concentration as he applied himself rigidly to the task 
at hand. 

With every sweeping stroke he would send her way, she would flare back and 
allow her tight cuntal muscles to meet his piercing cock stabs. 

The further along they got into the act, the more they transported 
themselves out of their regular life stations and into a totally different 
world, wherein sexual gratification became their only serious objective. 

"Keep on fucking me, I want your cum in my love pit," she exclaimed. 

"I'm gonna shoot my hot juice into your snatch." 

"Keep working that big prick. I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me 
good, I want you to shoot your juices." 

"Oh, you're so beautiful, and you've got such a tight snatch. I love it, 
what a great fit, that's it, keep flipping those ass cheeks back and forth," 
he said. 

He savored every stroke, as he permitted his prick to push and pound into 
her. 

Now it was only a matter of time before he shot. He was spearing her with 
relentless zeal, pushing his huge prick inside her. 

Now he had reached the peak of ecstacy. His cock and balls tingled, as he 
felt the hot load of jissum ready to unleash itself into her moist pussy. 

At that very moment, she was experiencing the very same feelings. He had 
done such a magnificent job of shoving his kingsized pecker into her, that 
she was also on the verge of exploding. 

"Oh, this is it, get ready," he told her. "Me too, me too." 

"Let's make it together." 

"By all means." 

"Brace yourself." 

"What a fuck." 

He leaned forward and allowed his tongue to thrust against hers at the very 
point at which the sperm began to shoot out of the end of his huge prick. At 
that very moment juice began to also penetrate from her vagina. 

"The most beautiful fuck I've ever had," Roger said sincerely. "I just knew 
it would be." 

"That speaks for both of us." 

Roger looked down at his meaty rod. It was still hard, \having gone down 
very little since his orgasm. 

"That tells the story," he pointed down toward his erect stick. "It always 
stays hard. I know something you could do for me to give me more 
satisfaction." 

"I have a good idea what that something is." 

"You're damned right. The same thing you did for me that night at the 
hospital." 

"So you think I'm a pretty good talented cock sucker," she laughed. 

"As far as I'm concerned, there's none better." 

"Flattery will get you everywhere." 

He was so hot for more action, and so close to exploding, that he did not 
want to waste any time with preliminaries. After she had stroked his cock 
and balls for several seconds, he said: "I can't take it anymore. Go down on 
that prick and play with my balls. That's all I need." 

She pumped up and down with exuberance over his stiff rod. Once more her 
tongue adjusted perfectly to the sensation afforded by contact with that 
warm flesh. 

No more than a few minutes after she commenced her sucking, she wound up 
with a load of warm semen in her mouth. 

"I'd call this a very successful session" a pleased Marjorie told him after 
swallowing the final few drops of his load. 

"It couldn't have been better." 

"How about me fixing us something nice and cool to drink?" 

"I'd love to, except that it's getting late. The folks will have Sunday 
dinner on the table pretty soon, and if I don't make it in time, there might 
be some questions asked." 

"Are they suspicious of your activities?" 

"I don't think so, but you can never tell with my old man. I have a hunch he 
was quite a cocksman in his day. He probably suspects I'm doing some 
balling, and he'd have a real fit if he knew just how much." 

"If I have my way, you'll be doing less with others, and more with me." 

"If I have my way, you will be too." 

"Glad we're agreed on that point. Can I call you next week?" 

"I'll be pissed if you don't. Call me in the afternoon at the time I told 
you." 

Moments later he was completely dressed. They exchanged a parting kiss at 
the door. Her heart sank as he left. 

The more she saw of his young cock, the better she liked it. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was in the middle of the following week that Marjorie decided it was time 
to call Roger once more. 

It was her day off, and she had treated herself to lunch at a fashionable 
restaurant in down-town Los Angeles. She was beginning to feel much better 
about life. That one interlude with Roger that weekend meant a great deal to 
her. 

In the immediate aftermath of the lovemaking, she wondered how it would 
affect her psyche. She wondered if she would begin to feel remorseful for 
having become involved with a young boy. Instead, the opposite happened -- 
she felt herself being transported back into a youth that she never lived, 
but one she wished that she had. 

Just being with Roger was enough to instill in her the kind of carefree ease 
which she regarded as invaluable. She might have been a conformity ridden 
scared youngster who was afraid to express herself, but now, after one 
divorce and a tragic romance with Doctor Edward Stone, she was in a mood for 
a great lift. 

As far as she was concerned, handsome Roger had come along at just the right 
time. 

She dialed the number. Her heart began to flutter with anxiety. It was just 
like being a very young girl and in love again. 

This time the phone was answered on the third ring. 

"Hello." 

"Roger?" she said excitedly. 

"Just a moment, please." 

"Hello." 

"Roger?" she repeated. 

"Yes, how are you, Marjorie baby." 

"Hope you're able to talk okay." 

"Sure thing. That's my little brother." 

"He sure sounds like you." 

"Yah, and he's a lady killer just like me too." 

"So how've you been?" 

"Horny and thinking about you. Every time you pop into my thoughts my cock 
gets hard." 

"That's very flattering. I've gotten hot a few times thinking of you 
myself." 

"Where are you calling from?" 

"My apartment." 

"Are you working today?" 

"No,, I'm not." 

"Do you want to get together?" 

"That's a silly question to ask, what with my snatch burning up like it is 
right now." 

"I like to put out fires in snatches." 

"If you come on over here, I'll guarantee you we'll both light a few fires, 
and put a few out before we're through." 

"I don't have a whole lot of time before the folks get home. What do you say 
to us meeting at a motel?" 

"I'm getting used to living dangerously." 

"It's the only way to fly. There's a place where I've taken broads before, 
just a few blocks away from where I live." 

"Naughty, naughty. A sixteen year old boy asking girls to motels." 

"Sometimes its the only way." 

He gave her the address of a motel in Downey. She jotted it down and told 
him she would meet him in the parking lot as soon as possible. 

"Don't be long," he warned. "My old cock is so hard that it just can't take 
any delays." 

"You don't have to worry about me. I want it every bit as bad as you do." 

Marjorie drove quickly over to the motel where she was slated to meet Roger. 

She bemoaned the loss of a few precious minutes due to freeway traffic. She 
was so keyed up that any delay, no matter how minute, would have aggravated 
her. 

She beagn to feel relieved as she saw the motel sign a few feet in the 
distance. As she wheeled into the parking lot she observed Roger's 
Volkswagen. 

Roger jumped out of the car and gave her a friendly wave as she pulled to a 
stop directly next to his car. 

She was then greeted with a big surprise. Getting out of the other side of 
the Volkswagen was Joe, Roger's brother. 

"Just thought I'd bring my younger brother along," Roger smiled, detecting 
the surprised look on his lover's face. "I admit I'm taking quite a chance, 
since this guy, if you give him an inch, he's liable to walk off with your 
girl." 

"Listen to this guy talk," Joe laughed, slapping his brother on the back. 

"That's fine with me. Anytime you bring along a young guy who's that 
handsome, I'm certainly hot to trot." 

"Then that settles that." Roger reached into his pocket and pulled out a 
key, which he dangled grinningly in front of Marjorie. "Now we can go inside 
there and do something real daring." 

"Roger's been telling me what a great fuck you are. I'm sure anxious to get 
into your gorgeous pants." 

Although she kept her feelings beneath the surface, they were mixed. She had 
told the truth in stating that young Joe was an attractive male by her 
standards. What she had not said, though, was that she had anticipated 
seeing her lover alone again. Since she felt as if she did not know Roger 
that well at that point, she did not know what effect the intrustion of 
another partner into the act would have. 

The more she thought about it, however, the greater the realization that 
Roger was just trying to enhance her sensations. He had presented his 
brother as a champion horse trainer would his prize stud. He was turning a 
young bull loose, giving her two hard cocks for the price of one. 

Marjorie and Joe stood behind as Roger slipped the key into the motel room 
door. They entered the room and Roger went to work drawing the window drapes 
and turning on a light. 

"It's not the Waldorf," Marjorie quipped after looking around the clean but 
unglamorous setting, "but I guess it will serve the purpose." 

"They'd ask more questions at a better place." 

"I suppose so." But Marjorie wasn't really worried about the setting. She 
was only concerned about getting the maximum amount of pleasure from two hot 
young studs. 

"Why don't you turn off the lights, Roger?" Joe chimed in. "I think the 
whole effect would be more romantic that way." 

"Young brother Joe's right," Marjorie promptly agreed. 

"Already you two are ganging up on me," Roger burst into laughter, quickly 
granting the request, shutting off the light. 

"Just how old is this younger brother?" Marjorie appraised Joe with a 
bewitching sparkle in her eyes. It perfectly conveyed her feelings, which 
revolved strictly around obtaining satisfaction. 

"I'm fifteen," Joe said. 

"I just can't believe it. You're as big as your brother." 

"And I'm only sixteen," Roger said. 

"They sure are making these young guys better looking and bigger than the 
guys I went through high school with." 

"Do we have bigger cocks than they had?" Joe smiled. 

"Honey, baby, your cocks rate with the best of them of any age." 

"Let's get our clothes off and start the fucking," Roger said with a tone of 
impatience. "After all, Joe and I have to be home like good boys, when mommy 
and daddy put the dinner on the table." 

"Speaking of dinner, I think I'll get me some right now," Joe grinned, 
looking down between Marjorie's luscious legs. 

"You're quite the dirty young man." 

"If you think he's dirty now, just wait until you see what he's like in 
action," Roger said. "I'm waiting." 

Before disrobing, Marjorie watched with keen-eyed interest as the two 
brothers undressed. She was watching Joe in particular, desiring to find out 
how his body stacked up in comparison to that of his older brother. 

After they both stripped, a grin of contentment flashed on her face. Their 
builds were almost identical, and so were the swollen cocks they exhibited 
between their legs. 

"Aren't you going to undress?" Joe asked. 

"I think maybe she'd like to have us help her." 

"I'd like that very much." 

"You go for her slacks, Joe, since you said you wanted some dinner right 
now," Roger said. "As for me, I'll go for her blouse and bra. I'd like to 
have me a little tits. You haven't lived until you've sucked those gorgeous 
boobs." 

"I intend to get around to that, too." 

"Why sure, we're not in such a hurry that we can't do just about anything we 
want. It's just that we can't spend too long on any one thing." 

"Okay, you two," Marjorie waved them on, "just show me how sexy you are. 
Undress me. I'd love to have two beautiful men undressing me at the same 
time." 

"That's sure as hell is all the encouragement I need," Joe said. 

They moved forward briskly and put their itchy fingers to work on her 
clothing. They were so eager that she had to calm them down at one point; 
otherwise they would have torn her blouse and slacks. 

"You guys are a couple of animals when you get going," she exclaimed. 

"Can you expect us to be anything else with you around?" Roger replied. 

"I guess not," she laughed. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Once Marjorie was completely undressed, it was like attempting to hold off 
two unstoppable young stallions. 

Not that she really wanted to stop them. She wanted to be seduced and fucked 
by them. 

Joe turned immediately into a panting, smoldering mass of combustible 
sexual, energy. His nose quickly picked up the musky scent of her snatch. 
With great determination he let his head drop, ptishing it eagerly toward 
her cunt. 

He zeroed in between her legs like a man who had been starved to death. He 
needed contact with her cunt. He needed to sample her moist juices. 

But before he put his tongue to work inside her mound, he was determined to 
eat out her asshole first. He let his tongue drive with enthusiastic zeal 
inside her anus. All it took were a few general flicks, and her body was 
quivering. 

Marjorie was every bit as hot as Joe, and she always did enjoy having her 
beautiful asshole sucked. 

Roger was not about to be left out of the proceedings. While Marjorie lay in 
a prone position on the bed, enjoying every tongue stab which Joe directed 
toward her flaming asshole, Roger went to work on her breasts. 

"I always have loved the shape of these tits," Roger exclaimed, running his 
fingers over them. 

"Then why don't you suck them?" she asked. 

"Those tits really love the action, don't they?" he teased her a little 
before getting into the tit sucking routine. 

"Yes, they do. Particularly around a hot guy like you." 

"Is little brother giving your asshole plenty of sensation?" 

"Little brother is absolutely beautiful. My asshole has never had it so 
good." 

"I told you the guy was a fucking terror." 

"Oh, is he ever. Ah, does it ever tickle. Oh, is he ever giving my asshole 
sensation. Suck it, suck that ass out, Joe baby, suck me, suck." 

The sexy conversation was all it took to get Roger completely into the mood. 
He let his tongue flail with talented enthusiasm against her breasts. He 
knew just how to find the range, the proper manner in which to allow the 
tongue to sweep over every fleshy crevice of her body, but not to the point 
of going too fast and risking a loss of proper tempo. 

"Oh, I love that action around the tits," Marjorie exclaimed. To show her 
appreciation, she ran her fingers affectionately through Roger's hair as he 
stepped up the pace of his sucking. 

"You're both doing a great job, keep it up, I love that sucking, keep up the 
sucking." 

There was no way to stop the red-hot brother team at that point. Their 
tongues were exposing Marjorie to stimulating thrills. 

In the meantime, Joe was awaiting his move. He had put his tongue to work 
inside her asshole for quite some time. Now it was just a question of when 
he would decide that it was proper to switch to what had been the initial 
object of his fascination, her moist, inviting red vagina. 

"You're really ripping my asshole up," Marjorie said. All the while her body 
trembled more conspicuously than before. She was picking up momentum just as 
readily as were her two lovers. 

"You're driving me wild, my cunt is itching so bad I don't know what to do, 
suck it." 

Now it was time for Joe to switch positions. He brought his tongue out of 
her asshole and quickly deposited it inside her mound. 

The explosive electricity continued as his tongue went to work inside her 
hot, moist snatch. 

As Joe drilled her vagina with his brisk tongue stabs, Roger kept things 
alive on the breast front. His own rapid strokes seemed to coincide with 
those which were being brought to bear by his younger brother. 

Now it was easy to see why they operated so well as a team. Marjorie was 
clearly able to recognize how well they coordinated with each other. 

The one thing that she had worried about when she first discovered that she 
would be going to bed with both of them, was that perhaps there .would be 
petty jealousies unfolding between the two of them. But fortunately they 
were above that, and the brilliant coordination of their movements provided 
Marjorie with great fucks. 

Now Joe was nibbling eagerly on her clitoris, determined to bring her out to 
the maximum extent possible. Her entire body quivered with every tongue 
thrust which he put forward. 

"Just keep up that pace," she panted, becoming carried away with the brisk 
movements to which she was becoming subjected. "Just keep on with that 
glorious sucking, I really love it." 

Joe had reached the heights of passion, and was ready to receive the juice 
which he sought after. 

Older brother Roger continued keeping the home fires burning above the 
waist. His nibbling and sucking on her warm, voluptuous breasts gave her a 
delightful feeling of a woman who was being satisfied on all fronts. 

"Get ready for a nice bust in the mouth," she said. 

To show his keen sense of anticipation, Joe reached out and slapped her 
buttocks several times, ready to celebrate the forthcoming explosion. 

"Oh, I like that spanking," she said. "Keep it up, honey, keep it up until I 
shoot. I really like it." 

She then released her juices, and Joe was there to catch them. 

"Well, I got my dinner, just like I wanted it," he smiled after he had 
swallowed her final few drops. 

"Hope I didn't disappoint you." 

"You've got to be putting me on. A beautiful babe like you could never 
disappoint me." 

"That's for damn sure," Roger put in. He had just finished a solid round of 
tit sucking. "The second I saw this chick in the hospital, I knew she was 
for me." 

"My old cock got hard just looking at her that first time," Joe reminisced 
grinningly. 

"Now we've got just enough time for one more rousing scene, something that 
will allow both of us.to get our rocks off," Roger said. 

"Whatever it is, I'm ready for it," a determined Marjorie MacDonald grinned. 

"You're really gonna love this kind of action," Roger said. 

"I think I know what you've got in mind," Joe nodded. 

"I think you know, too," Roger said. "I wish somebody would let me in on 
this," Marjorie said. 

Roger walked over and allowed his hand to circulate warmly over her soft 
facial flesh. 

"We're going to show you, honey, just give us time," Roger whispered. "Our 
cocks are just burning up." 

"They certainly are," Joe said, reaching down and pumping up and down on his 
huge rod. 

CHAPTER NINE 

As the precious. minutes moved by, the hot brothers recognized that they 
would have to accomplish the rest of their thrills quickly. 

They would soon be expected home, and they were not about to attempt to buck 
their parents. Their best likelihood for carrying on their intensely" 
prolific sex lives hinged on keeping their parents in the dark. 

Following an exchange of several furious kisses, the brothers were eager to 
get back to action. Their cocks were throbbing with anticipation, ready to 
explode inside their beautiful friend. 

As she lay on her back, wondering what was coming next, Roger assumed a 
position sitting atop her. Following several seconds of toying with her 
breasts, he put the index finger of his right hand to work shooting and 
stabbing force-fully into her rectum. 

"I'll bet that feels good," he said. 

"Very stimulating." 

"That's just a starter." 

"It's a good start." 

"It certainly is." 

While older brother Roger contented himself shoving his finger in and out of 
her asshole, Joe was busying himself taking turns kissing various parts of 
her face. He would kiss her nose at one point, then her lips, and finally 
both cheeks. 

Just as Marjorie was beginning to wonder how long the ass sucking would 
proceed, Roger suddenly brought his movements to a halt. As Joe continued 
caressing her hair and kissing her, Roger took his"finger out of her rectum. 

"Think I'll get me a little flavor," he grinned, moving the finger toward 
her cunt. 

At first she could not understand what he was talking about, or what he was 
intending to do. 

"You certainly are acting mysterious," Marjorie, bewildered by it all, 
exclaimed. 

"It will all become very clear in time." 

"Like when?" 

"Like pretty soon." 

"You're going to love every bit of it," Joe predicted. 

"I'm sure I will," Marjorie replied with confidence. After all, she had, up 
to then, enjoyed every senation which they had supplied her. 

Marjorie watched with wide wide-eyed concern as Roger dipped the same finger 
he had used to play with her rectum inside the moist crevices of her snatch. 

"Just what are you doing?" she chuckled. 

"I'm on a little scavenger hunt. I'm getting me some flavors." 

Gradually Roger was collecting pussy on his finger from his movements. They 
were desicive and thorough as he sought to collect juice which Joe had been 
after with his tongue only a few moments earlier. 

Marjorie continued to watch Roger with increasing interest. He took the 
juice which he had collected on his finger and slipped it into her rectum, 
carefully spreading it around her anus, making sure that every crevice was 
covered. 

"You really are a busy boy.," she said, "and I wish I knew what you were up 
to." 

"It won't be long before you know. Right, Joe?" 

"That's right, and you'd better speed it up, because my cock won't be able 
to hold out for much longer." 

"Neither will mine." 

"Then, for heaven's sake, speed it up," Marjorie chided him. 

By then Roger was finished with his finger spreading activities. He looked 
over at Marjorie and gave her a casual smile: "So how would you like this 
hot ramrod of mine ramming up your ass?" 

"Please, not that," she said with a mild tone of disgust. 

"With an ass that beautiful, you're telling me you've never had one guy 
drive his pecker up it?" 

"No, I can't really say that." 

"Then you're an old hand at getting fucked up the ass." 

"No, that's not correct. I had once, and that was enough." 

"Then you're still a veteran as far as we're concerned," Joe explained. 

"I don't really see how you can figure that." 

"It's very simple. You've got experience," Roger said. 

"I just don't happen to like it that way." 

"It won't hurt. At least after the first few times it won't hurt. Not that 
much anyway," Roger said. "Come on now, honey, I've had my prick up your 
cunt, and you liked that okay." 

"That was different." 

"How was it different?" 

"That's more natural. Besides, I'm trying to forget the son-of-a-bitch who 
did it," bitterness crept out of her mouth. "I just don't like the guy, and 
want to remove every memory." 

"But don't hold that against the act," Roger pointed out intelligently. 
"Just forget the bastard, and let me fuck you up the ass." 

"It hurt some too," she frowned. 

"Just about everything that's really great does hurt a little," Roger 
philosophied. 

Roger wasn't about to take no for an answer anyway. He was determined to get 
what he had come after, and his cock now yearned to come into contact with 
Marjorie's tight, appealing anus. 

"By the time Joe and I get through with you, you're going to find it almost 
impossible to believe that one person could get that excited from sex," 
Roger. said. 

"Don't ram the thing up my ass. I don't want it that way." 

"Yes you do. And you want Joe's cock in your mouth." 

"How often can a gal get a cock up her ass and one in her mouth at the same 
time?" Joe asked. 

"Just hold on, honey, because we're going to give you some thrills," Roger 
said. 

Marjorie watched as Roger spread some of the pussy drippings, that which had 
not been thrust into her rectum, on the end of his cock. 

"I want it a little slippery, so it'll go in just right," he winked. 

"Please don't." 

"Hush up now and enjoy yourself." 

By that time she was not resisting that much anyway. She had resigned 
herself to being fucked in that anner. 

Roger shoved his rock-hard body forward and. delivered a swift and decisive 
thrust inside her anus. The first time that it penetrated inside her, she 
let out a painful gasp. 

As for Joe, he was getting ready for some action of his own. He slipped his 
legs between her head and lowered his legs between her head and lowered his 
hot prick toward her mouth. 

"I want you to be good to this big dick," he said. "We're gonna take care of 
both holes, your mouth and your ass." 

Young Joe controlled his movements with his hips, letting his cock move 
slowly but surely inside her mouth. His rod began to engulf its way into her 
mouth in the same devastating fashion, that older brother Roger was bringing 
to bear in driving his prick high into her ass. 

Now Roger was steadily drilling her asshole with his huge cock, grinding it 
into her with every bit of energy he could summon forth. 

"You're tighter than hell," he gasped. "Do I ever love sticking my pecker 
into this beautiful hole." 

As for Joe, he thrust his meat deeper into her mouth. It was the first time 
that she had ever sucked a man in that way. It was the first time that she 
had ever had a hot cock rammed down her throat. 

He was using his prick as a sword, as was Roger, and even though she found 
it unpleasant in the beginning to accept their rapier thrusts, as time 
elasped she learned to settle down and accept them. 

"I'm going to explode my juice in your mouth," Joe said with delight. 

"Damned but this ass is tight," Roger repeated. 

That excellent coordination that existed between the brothers, the same 
coordination that had brought her such great pleasure when they sucked her 
vagina and tits at the same time, was jelling once more as one huge pecker 
was thrusting up her ass, while another was driving zealously into her 
mouth. 

If Joe would speed up the pace of his cock thrusts into Marjorie's mouth, 
then Roger would be certain to do the same with his eager penetrations into 
her ass. The reverse also held true, and between them they drove Marjorie 
into an ecstasy of sensation. 

She could hardly believe that she was enjoying it that much. She recalled 
how fervently she had resisted Roger's movements into her ass, and if Joe 
had even mildly suggested throat fucking her, she would have immediately 
turned thumbes down. Now that she was receiving not one but both forms of 
activity, she was clearly coming to enjoy it. 

As they kept the wild action going, it became just a question of who would 
explode first. The brothers whipped their act into high gear, thrusting 
their cocks with reckless abandon, determined to provide themselves with the 
utmost in satisfaction. 

"This old cock of mine is getting ready to explode," Roger said. 

"So's mine," Joe said. 

"Maybe we ought to race. 

"That sounds like a great idea." 

They worked themsleves into a feverish state of sexual electricity as they 
stabbed relentlessly toward climax. 

As Roger drilled his cock high into her rectum, the warm jism from his rod 
exploded. 

It felt good for her to receive the drops of juice. She enjoyed them. 

As Roger was removing his prick from her anus, Joe was manipulating his hips 
feverishly, spearing her mouth with his cock. He was determined to get off 
fast. 

"I'm gonna fuck you in your mouth," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck that cute 
mouth with my hot juice. Look out, baby, because it's getting ready to 
shoot. Oohhh, that's it." 

She was confronted with her second sperm deluge in the last few seconds. 
This time the hot juice bolted enthusiastically into her mouth. 

Determined to stay with it, she sought to swallow every drop. She finally 
managed to do so, even though it was not easy, considering the thickness and 
volume of the load. 

"I beat you by a few seconds," Roger laughed when it was all over. 

"Don't rub it in," Joe said. 

"Stop it, you two," Marjorie laughed. "The important thing was that we all 
had a beautiful experience." 

"Yah, that's all that really matters," Joe said. 

"But we had to give you a little bit of a pep talk before you'd even go 
along," Roger reminded. 

"I might have been a little stubborn," Marjorie admitted, "but with a couple 
of groovy guys like you, I guess there's always room for change, even among 
us old gals of twenty-five." 

"You're certainly not old by my standards, baby," Joe said. 

"Not by mine either," Roger said. 

"How about a little more action?" Marjorie suggested. 

"We can't anymore tonight," Roger said regretfully. "We've got to be getting 
home now." 

"I hope it won't be long before we get together again." 

"If we have our way it certainly won't be," Joe said. 

"You guys are a couple of real sex fiends," Marjorie said, jumping up from 
the bed and slapping Roger playfully across the buttocks. 

"We just like to experiment a little," Roger said. 

"I know. That's the understatement of the year," Marjorie said. 

"How's your ass?" Roger asked. 

"It's getting along just great. A little sore, but considering all the fun I 
had, it was worth it." 

"We knew that that's what you'd say," Joe said. 

Several minutes later they departed the motel room. Marjorie uttered a 
painful goodbye. She hated having to go back to her apartment all by 
herself. She would have liked having both of them move in with her, were it 
possible for that to happen. 

As she got into. her car and drove away, she began to realize that all three 
of them were held as captives of society. Roger and Joe had to account to 
their parents, while she was held in check by the dictates of society, which 
deemed it inexcusable for an adult woman, particularly a respected nurse to 
engage in vigorous sex with two hot minors. 

There was one thing, however, that nobody could take away from her. That was 
the. great time she had had that afternoon with them. She would never be 
able to forget it, and she was certain that they would never be able to 
forget either. 

Even though she was hitting the rush hour traffic back home, it somehow did 
not seem as intolerable as usual. Not after having had such beautiful sex, 
with two appealing young men. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Marjorie returned to work at the hospital the following afternoon subsequent 
to her sex experiences with Roger and Joe. 

She was transported into a happy state of mind. She was both exuberant and 
content after enjoying a beautiful sexual interlude. 

Miss Coleman, head nurse of the department, immediately beckoned Marjorie 
into her office the moment that Marjorie arrived. 

"I have a new patient for you, dear," she said. "I'm always ready for a new 
challenge." 

"He is the most delightful young man." 

"What's his problem?" 

"Well, he's very much an outdoorsman. He recently went on a hunting trip and 
got lost. It was very cold and snowing up in the mountains where he went to 
do his hunting, and by the time his two friends, a couple of college boys 
who took him along. with them, found him, he was already feeling the effects 
of a bad cold." 

"So what finally happened?" 

"Poor Dean came down with pneumonia." 

"His name Dean?" 

"Yes, Dean Riley." Since you did such a splendid job of taking care of Roger 
Corwin, I decided that Dean should be entrusted to you as well." 

When Marjorie thought about how intimately acquainted she had become with 
Roger at the hospital, she almost had to burst out laughing. If only Miss 
Coleman knew the half of it, she not only would not entrust Dean Riley to 
her, she would not entrust anybody. 

"How old is the boy?" she tried to sound professionally distant. 

"He's fifteen. A very handsome young lad." 

"Oh, I see." 

"I'm sure you'll do a very good job of taking care of his needs." 

"I certainly will." 

Even though her curiosity had been greatly aroused from what Miss Coleman 
had told her, Marjorie did not want to risk the consequences, which could 
result from another sexual encounter with a patient. 

She had thought many times about the. risk she had taken with Roger, and 
afterwards had decided that she would never take that same risk again. She 
was happy that things had worked out with Roger as well as they had, and 
consequently she did not want to push her luck any further. 

When she went in to see Dean Riley that evening, however, her attitude 
changed somewhat. She found herself becoming sexually aroused just from 
looking at him. He was still weak from the ordeal he had been through, but 
through it all he appeared strikingly handsome, and very determined to 
regain his health. 

"I'll be out of here in no time," he said confidently. 

"You listen to the doctors and to your nurse, Dean and you certainly will 
be." 

"I don't like spending a lot of time in bed. I'm a guy that likes to be 
doing a lot." 

"I'm sure you'll be restored to activity in no time." 

As she walked out of the room, she realized that it would be a temptation to 
bypass a handsome young man like Dean Riley. He was tall and slim, and she 
liked his blue eyes and blonde hair. She wished that circumstances had been 
a little different. If they were, then perhaps she could have sex with him. 

During the next few days he made a rapid recovery. His attitude was perfect. 
He followed every piece of advice she imparted to him, and listened 
carefully to the recommendations of the doctors. 

She found herself becoming involved in many conversations with him. He was a 
very athletic young man, just like her friend Roger. She always found it 
difficult to tear herself away from him and go visit other patients. 

As he moved swiftly toward recovery, his manner became more familiar around 
her. 

"You know, I'm sure lucky to have such a beautiful nurse," he said one 
night. 

"Thank you very much," she smiled. All the while the fires were burning 
inside her. She wanted to have sex with him. 

"In fact, you're about the prettiest gal I've ever seen." 

"Oh, I'm sure you say that to all the nurses." 

"Like hell I do. You're the first one I ever said anything like that to. As 
a matter of fact, you're the first girl I ever told that to anywhere." 

"Then I consider that a very fine and decent compliment. You're one of the 
best patients I've ever had." 

"I hope you'll stop thinking of me as your patient and start thinking of me 
as your friend Dean," he grinned. 

"You've always been my friend, Dean." 

She left the room at that point, her mind carefully contemplating the words 
he had just spoken. When he mentioned the importance of maintainng a 
friendship, she could not help but wonder if he might not be making a subtle 
overture for sex. 

She also considered the possibility that perhaps she was only reacting that 
way in that she was thinking about sex herself. It was hard to figure him 
out. He was a clever young man, just like her friends Roger and Joe Corwin 
were also exceedingly bright. 

When she went to see Dean Riley the following evening, Marjorie was eagerly 
wondering what would happen. Her curiosity was pushed to the brink by his 
statement of the evening before. He had had a certain smile on his face 
which could have indicated an interest in something other than a strictly 
platonic relationship. 

She no sooner entered the room than he looked up, smiled and said: "How's 
the most beautiful nurse in the world?" 

"I can't take much more flattery," she smiled. 

"I just can't say too much about you. You're so beautiful and so well put 
together." 

"Now, now, you're still a sick boy," she tried to calm him down. 

"Like hell I'm sick," he laughed. They both realized how ridiculous her 
remark was, in that he had made substantial strides and was not that far 
from being released from the hospital. 

"I'd like to take your pulse," she said. 

"They always do the same things in the hospital." 

"If it's boring for you, just think how boring it is for me. I've got lots 
of paitnets I've got to do the same thing for." 

"So you think I'm sick! I'll show you how sick I am right now." 

As she held his left hand and took his pulse, he threw his arms around her 
and plunged his lips forcefully against hers. Her breath was taken away by 
his sudden impulse, and she felt a noticable heat forming between her legs. 

At that point she was torn between her female desires and her determined 
resolution to avoid any difficult problems. The woman in her wanted to meet 
his passionate lip thrusts with her own, then engage in torrid sex with him. 
But her sense of propriety told her, that it would be to her disadvantage to 
encourage such activity. 

She managed to tear herself away from his powerful grip. She observed his 
eyes drop with disappointment after she struggled away. 

"Why did you do that?" her voice trembled unsteadily. 

"Because I felt like it. I like you, I like you a lot." 

"I like you too," she admitted, "but after all, this is a hospital. I just 
can't allow myself to get carried away because a patient happens to think 
I'm beautiful." 

"I think that you're more than beautiful. I'm convinced that you'd make one 
hell of a red-hot fuck." 

"Don't talk so lewdly." 

"That's a laugh," he chuckled. "An adult woman like you. You've had lots of 
guys say stuff like that to you, and I'll bet you've had lots of guys do 
different things to you. I'll bet you've had them feel you up, do anything 
and everything. You sure can't blame me for speaking my mind. When a guy 
gets a hard on, what's he supposed to do?" 

"In this case, you'd just better -make it go away." 

"Make it go away?" he said incredulously. "I want to fuck you. Can't you get 
that straight. I lay awake nights thinking about you, I want to screw with 
you." 

"You're making things very difficult for me." 

"I think I know why. I think you want to screw too." 

"I do not," she tried to sound as convincing as possible, but noticably 
failed. 

"Come over here, I've got something I want to show you." 

Even though she was fearful of the consequences, Marjorie took several steps 
toward the bed. As her head dropped to observe what was going on beneath the 
covers, he jerked his body free from the covers and pulled his hard prick 
out of his pajama bottoms. 

"You see this? A prick doesn't lie. I only get hard for people when I really 
dig them," he said excitedly. 

As he ran his fingers excitedly over his huge prong, he said: "What are you 
going to do about this hard on? I want to fuck with you. Can't you 
understand that? I want to fuck with you." 

Once more he made a grab for her. This time he reached underneath her 
uniform top, then beneath her bra. He ran his fingers with sparkling desire 
over her voluptuous breasts. 

"Oh, baby, what a pair of knobs you've got," he exclaimed. "What gorgeous 
tits, I've always been wanting to get my fingers on them. Oh, damn it, if I 
don't cut it out I'm gonna shoot my prick off right now." 

"You're going to have to stop this," she said. 

Her tone, however, was far less determined than it had been previously. It 
was becoming more evident with each and every sound she made that she was 
giving in to him. And he was shrewd enough to quickly discern that fact. 

"Yah, these are great tits,". he said as his fingers continued to rummage 
through the warm folds of flesh. He was treating her as if she were his very 
own. 

He finally finished getting a satisfactory enough number of kicks to where 
he released his fingers from her breasts and exclaimed: "I want you naked 
and sexy. I want to eat your cunt." 

"You've got to be out of your mind. We're taking one whale of a chance doing 
that. What if someobdy comes in here and finds me naked?" 

"If we play it cool that won't happen." 

"You've got to be absolutely mad." 

"I am mad for your hot snatch. I can tell when a woman's hot. Look at the 
way that body of yours is trembling. Yah, that pussy of yours is ready for a 
good tongue, and I've got one of the best." 

He thrust his tongue out, letting it slide around his lips. All the while 
the smile of determination, a look of supreme confidence, continued to 
widen. 

Dean by that time did not think it necessary to consult beautiful Marjorie 
over what would happen. He simply reached out and began unbuttoning her 
blouse. 

"We're taking a very big risk," she said. 

"Let's forget about that and let ourselves go." 

She stood there and permitted him to strip her. By that time she was 
powerless to do anything else. Just as he had noticed, her body was 
quivering, and there was a burning urge inside her that would know no rest 
until she exploded. 

Just hearing him mention how sexy his tongue was caused the excitement to 
build that much more. She was confident that he would provide her with a 
good suck. 

By the time he got around to removing the bottom of her nurses outfit, she 
decided to help him out. Between them they had her down to her white 
stockings and panties. 

"I really dig those stockings," he said. "How about parading around in them 
for me. Just call it moral support for a patient." 

"You younger generation people just terrify me," she shook her head. "You've 
always got an answer for everything." 

"When my cocks as hard as it is now, you'd be surprised of all that I can 
think of." 

"Yes, I do remember a man from our psychiatric out-patient clinic once 
saying that man is never so resourceful, as when his peter is good and hard. 
I can see that that's the way with you." 

"You're fucking right. Now walk around the room a few times like a beautiful 
model. I want a little more moral support." 

"O.K., O.K.," she sighed. "You can be very hard to please." 

"Wait until you see how I am able to please you." 

As she paraded around in nothing but her panties and sexy white stockings, 
Dean Riely proceeded to get more carried away than ever. He put his right 
hind to work plunging up and down his lengthy rod. Every few strokes he 
would let those fingers come to rest on his balls, which he would rub with 
the precision care of a masseur. 

"O.K., you beautiful doll, come back over here and I'll take off your 
stockings and your panties. I really am anxious, to finish. stripping you," 
he revealed. 

It took his aroused fingers no more than a few seconds to remove her panties 
and stockings. Several times he stopped to kiss her legs on the way. 

His trembling fingers grabbed her forcing her into bed with him. 

"Oh, I've got to fuck you," he said with great urgency. 

He planted his tongue in the voluptuous cleavage which separated her 
breasts. He let his tongue slide back and forth, letting the tempo build at 
a rapid clip. 

"Oh, I love that breast sucking," she told him. 

He kept the tits sucking routing going for the next few minutes, at which 
time he decided to move on to something else. 

"I know just the angle that I want for the sucking," he told her. "I want 
you to straddle my face. I want to suck out your ass before I go to work on 
your cunt." 

She nodded. Since she had a beautiful ass and lovely legs, she was used to 
having men dresire it that way. They liked to see those intimate parts of 
her while they were getting their kicks going down on her snatch. 

"Just straddle that face of mine," he said. "Feed me that beautiful cunt. I 
want to suck it." 

He had a look of schoolboy innocence on his face as he thrust out his right 
forefinger against her already moist, burning vagina. 

He managed to collect some of the moisture; which he licked off of the end 
of his finger as one would expect from a child licking delicious frosting 
from the top of a cake. 

"That's pussy licking good," he laughed. 

"I'm glad you like the taste." 

"So much that I want to come back for some more." 

"There's plenty more where that came from," she laughed. 

Now she was beginning to let her inhibitions go. 

"I know that's what is making me so excited." 

Thoroughly stimulated by his sexy manner, Marjorie decided that it was time 
to get into the actual suck itself. She flipped her ass backward 
seductively, letting it slide until her asshole and cunt rested just several 
inches from his hot tongue. 

"How's this pussy look to you now?" she asked. 

"Looks pussy licking good." 

"Lick it then." 

"I will, after my tongue's torn into this beautiful asshole." 

"My anus is hot too." 

"It looks hot." 

"Suck it." 

"I will, I will." 

He inhaled the musky female scent, and became more aroused than ever. Now 
that she was that close, he was on the verge of flying out of his mind with 
passion. This beautiful creature that he had long dreamed of fucking and 
sucking was now his to behold. He would not have to dream about her anymore. 
He had the real Marjorie MacDonald for his only personal consummation. 

"Wait until my tongue lets itself lope on this asshole," he said. 

"Go to it, honey." 

The tongue thrust out and made sweeping strokes over her asshole. She 
reacted in just the way that he hoped she would, by flipping her hips with 
savage delight. 

"Keep that tongue working, I just love it," she swooned. 

She continued flipping her hips and ass cheeks as the sucking continued. 
Soon she found herself getting so worked up that she could stand the pace no 
more. It was time for him to switch his efforts to her snatch. 

"I want you to suck my cunt now!" she said. " 

"Coming right up," he said after removing his tongue from her asshole. 

He beamed a triumphant smile as he let his tongue go to work vigorously on 
her hot snatch. The tempo built swiftly. She was so hot that she knew it was 
only a matter of seconds before she would release a stream of juice into his 
mouth. "I want you to drain every bit of juice dry from my cunt," she said. 

That was all his horny ears had to hear. Several more exciting flicks and 
she was afire with passion. Her snatch felt like it was about to burn up. 

"Get ready, honey," she said. She let out a loud gasp seconds later, at 
which point she shot. 

"Now I've got to shoot," he announced after removing his tongue from her 
box. He once more jerked on his prick. 

He seized the initiative, throwing his arms around her and spreading her out 
on the bed. He parted her legs with vigorous finger movements, then prepared 
to plunge his hot dagger-like dick into her moist, inviting lovenest. 

"I've just got to stick my pecker in that cunt," he said. 

"Let's not get that wild. Let me blow you instead." 

"No, I've got to shoot it off inside your box." 

"You just won't take no for an answer, will you." 

"You're damned right I won't, not when I'm this hot." 

"You're hot all right." 

"You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this." He leaned forward and 
kissed her lips three times in rapid succession. She began panting. He 
shoved his warm, explosive prick forward, letting it slide into her moist 
cuntal lips. 

"Damned what a perfect fit," he said, "my cock and your pussy." 

"Oh, fuck me," she gasped, making certain that she did not talk above a 
whisper. 

The springs of the bed began to jangle. Just as she had said, it was risky 
business to get involved in such a way with a patient. But now. the die had 
been cast, and he would not release until he got the fuck he sought. 

He continued drilling vigorously, pushing himself ever more closely toward 
orgasm. 

"Just keep those hips grinding," he said. 

"Just keep that prick coming." 

"Damned but we make a perfect fit." 

"Oh, the way that thing is grinding inside me." 

He drilled her with consummate skill. With each piercing lunge, he thrust 
into her with greater force and speed. 

The driving enthusiasm of the screw had them both panting and sweating as 
they worked their way toward climax. 

She became so carried away that she exploded, closing her eyes and sighing 
as she released some juice. 

"So I've got you shooting already," he said triumphantly. "Just wait until 
you see the load I've got in store for that beautiful pussy of yours." 

He heaved and sighed and allowed his body to twist and turn as he went 
through a number of sexy gyrations leading up to the final moment of orgasm. 
He could hardly believe that he was within shooting distance, in clear 
striking range of achieving something he had been thinking about from the 
first time that he set eyes on the beautiful nurse. 

"Oh, what a fuck you are," he said. "You're even a better screw than I'd 
thought you'd be." 

"The way you're wielding that cock, keep it coming, honey, fuck me." 

"Oohhh, keep on talking sexy talk." 

"Fuck me, fuck me." 

"I will, I will, you're beautiful." 

"Now you're really getting turned on." 

"Don't I know it." 

The bed shook as he continued surging forward, letting his hot prick drive 
with precision skill into her box. It was just a question of time now. 

"I'm just about there, I'm going to shoot it off in your cunt, get ready for 
it," he said. "Oh, what a grind you are, what a cunt." 

Several seconds later he let out a sigh. At that juncture, the warm juice 
was delivered from the end of his piercing stick into her mound. 

"Now I'd better be getting the hell out of here," a frightened Marjorie said 
after it was all. over. 

"I'll help you dress" 

"That's O.K. I'll do it myself. Just don't make any noise." 

"I'll do whatever you say now." 

"I should hope so, after the pleasure I've given you." 

"Thanks for a great time." 

"And thank you." 

As she finished dressing and walked toward the door, he called out to her: 
"Will we do it again tomorrow night?" 

"Not on your life. One risk like that is enough." 

"Always afraid to take a chance," he said disgustedly. 

"It looks like I already took a pretty big one tonight." 

"Yes, I suppose you did," he was forced to concede. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

As difficult as it was for her to do, Marjorie spurned every future sex 
overture made by young Dean Riley. 

That night after she had been to bed with him, she thought long and hard 
over a glass of wine about the consequences that could come to her from 
continuing such relationships. She realized that she was already biting off 
more than she could legitimately handle, in the form of Roger and Joe 
Corwin. They insisted upon seeing her regularly, and she was only too happy 
to oblige. 

She realized, however, the problems involved in adding on to her young stud 
stable. She liked her job as the nurse, and did not want to suffer the dual 
humiliation of accusations for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, 
and for blatantly violating hospital rules. 

One of the hardest things she ever had to do was to refuse to exchange names 
and telephone numbers with Dean, once he was ready to be released from the 
hospital. 

"Why won't you keep in touch with me?" he pouted that last evening that she 
saw him. 

"It just isn't good. You've got girlfriends your own age, I'm sure." 

"Yah, but they bore me next to you." 

"Well, in just a few years I'll be the one who'll bore you and you'll get as 
turned on with them as you have with me, if not more so." 

"I doubt that. I doubt that you'd ever bore me, and I'm sure I'd never turn 
on to anybody more than I do with you." 

"Nonsense, you're just a boy who is in the throes of puppy love." 

"Bullshit," he retorted angrily. "I sure as hell wasn't a boy the way I 
fucked you, was I?" 

She gulped hard and was forced to turn her head away. He had her there. She 
could not think of an answer, at least one that would satisfy him. When it 
came to pleasing her, he had certainly acted like a man. 

She decided to do the only thing that she could think of under the 
circumstances, merely walk out the door. If she stayed any longer, she 
recognized that she would no doubt yield to her own inner sexual impulses, 
which were strongly motivating her in the direction of continuing her 
relationship with a young man whose cock she felt very strong toward. 

Marjorie walked toward the door, then executed a half turn, and said softly: 
"Goodbye, Dean." 

He said nothing. He was staring vacantly at the ceiling. His lips were 
contorted in a pout, and in his eyes she could see the burning rage that he 
felt. It hurt her that he would not say goodbye, but she could understand 
his point. After having her once, he wanted a repeat performance. 

The Satruday afternoon of the same week that Dean Riley was released from 
the hospital, Marjorie threw her naked passions into a wild round of sex 
with Roger and Joe. After cavorting on the beach, they went back to her 
apartment, where she entertained them. 

She felt a little funny about bringing them to her place, but, after all, 
nobody saw them up close, and from a distance they both looked very mature. 
Even up close either one of them could, in a pinch, have passed for 
twenty-one. 

When they left late that same afternoon, she told herself that eventually 
she would have to break off with them. It was too big a risk. Then she told 
herself something else -- that the risk was worth taking, since they were 
giving her more pleasure than anybody with whom she had ever screwed. 

Marjorie spent Saturday evening in her apartment watching television. She 
watched a late movie, then went to bed, getting up late the following 
morning. 

The moment she threw her window open and observed the bright sunshine, she 
knew that it would be a perfect day to go to the beach. Since she lived so 
near, she had an advantage over a lot of beach frequenters. She could get a 
head start on most of them by arriving early. 

By the time she finished breakfast, however, it was not all that early 
anymore. It was a few minutes past eleven, and she began to realize that, 
unless she wanted to be forced .to take a spot she might not like, it was 
time for her to get ready and leave. 

Marjorie went into her bedroom and slipped on a polka dot bikini. She walked 
into the bathroom and picked up her towel and was preparing to leave. As she 
got into the living room the doorbell rang. 

"I wonder who in the hell that can be," she mumbled, walking toward the 
front door. 

Marjorie opened the door and was startled to find a beautiful young blonde 
girl clad in a white pants suit. The late morning sun glistened radiantly 
against her sparkling blonde hair and white suit. There was something 
familiar about the girl. It was if Marjorie had seen her but could not place 
her. 

"Can I help you?" a startled Marjorie asked. 

There was something that made Marjorie uncomfortable about the way that the 
girl was looking at her. Her flaming red lips were pursed tightly together, 
and her blue eyes were narrowed. Marjorie did not know what to expect. 

"I'd like to have a private talk with you, Marjorie." 

"Do I know you?" Marjorie asked. 

"We have a mutual friend." 

"And who is that, my dear?" 

"Roger-Corwin," she said tightly. 

"Now I know why you look so familiar," Marjorie nodded and smiled. "You're 
the girl who was visiting Roger at the hospital. You look a little different 
now, a little more adult. I guess it's the way you're dressed. You hardly 
look like the same girl. You look very becoming, my dear." 

"Let's forget about how I look. I want to talk with you about Roger," she 
snapped bitterly. 

"What seems to be wrong?" 

"If you'll let me come in, I'll tell you what's "Fine, come in, my dear," 
she said, holding the door open. "But there's no reason for us to be angry, 
is there?" 

"After we talk a little while, you'll find out why I'm so angry." 

Marjorie closed the door behind her. She turned and observed the beautiful 
young blonde standing in the center of the living room. Her eyes flashed 
from side to side of the room as she sized it up. 

"Won't you please sit down," Marjorie said courteously. 

There was something about this young girl that she definitely liked, even 
though it was obvious that the girl apparently did not feel the same way 
about her. 

Marjorie watched as the young girl slumped onto the sofa and crossed her 
left leg over her right. Her lips were still pursed nervously together, as 
if she were antipcating an unpleasant debate. 

"Can I get you something to drink, dear?" 

"No thank you," she snapped petulantly, "and don't call me dear. If you 
really must know, my name is Valerie, Valerie Ames." 

"Oh, pleased to meet you, Valerie. My name is Marjorie MacDonald." 

"I know what your name is. As a matter of fact, that's all I've been hearing 
for the last few weeks. Ever since he came out of the hospital and started 
screwing with you. I feel like the most left-out girl in town," her voice 
continued to rise as she spoke. "Here I am, the best looking girl in my 
class, class president, and I have to get stuck with a guy like Roger. He 
hasn't been seeing much of me lately, thanks to you, I'm sure, and even when 
he does he's always comparing what I do to the way you do it. It's a funny 
thing, but before you came along my fucking was plenty good enough. Now I 
just can't seem to make the grade." 

"I'm very sorry, dear, but I certainly never meant any harm to you or 
anybody else. Please try and be calm. Maybe you could use a soft drink." 

"To hell with a soft drink, I want to talk about the way you're ruining my 
life," the tea began to fall dramatically from her face. "You must be pretty 
rotten to do something like this to me. Just because you might be a little 
older than me, and know the score a little better than I do." 

"I can't imagine why a young man like Roger wouldn't want to .have sex with 
you anytime he could get it," Marjorie said with admiration. 

"We were doing it all the time in every which way, that is, until you came 
along." 

"I'm so sorry." 

"If you're really sorry, you'll stay away from my guy." 

"Listen, Valerie, I was just getting ready to go to the beach. There's a 
bikini in there that I'm sure it would fit you. Why don't you put it on and 
join me. Certainly it will be a lot more enjoyable talking at the beach than 
talking here." 

"I don't want to go anywhere with somebody like you. You stole Roger from 
me," she pointed a finger of accusation at Marjorie. 

"Maybe if we talked a little longer, you'll think a little different about 
me. Besides, isn't it usually easier to accomplish something when two people 
talk calmly rather than getting angry?" Marjorie looked at her and smiled. 

She could not help but look at her and admire this beautiful young girl for 
sticking up for what she believed in. She could easily see why somebody like 
Roger would be attracted to her. She was the type of young beauty that any 
dashing high school football player like Roger would feel happy with. 

"Maybe you're right," her voice calmed down a little. 

"Come with me, honey, and I'll find you a bikini to wear." 

She found a gold bikini which seemed to blend in perfectly with Valerie's 
hair. 

As Valerie changed into the bikini in a corner of the bedroom, Marjorie 
found herself somehow interested in observing her young body. She stared at 
her gorgeous nude buttocks, and observed the golden hairs on her .pussy. 

She quickly turned her head away after watching with interest for several 
long seconds. Marjorie was ashamed of herself for looking at another woman. 
Even though she felt something of a titillation between her legs, she 
quickly attempted to convince herself that it meant nothing. Surely she 
would not be attracted to another woman. 

As the girls left the apartment and walked two blocks to the beach, Marjorie 
noticed the looks of admiration they both drew from passing males. 

It always made her feel good to receive favorable glances from passing young 
men, even if she might not ever be interested in the particular man giving 
the glance. It made her feel that she was keeping up her figure and was 
remaining an attractive commodity to the opposite sex. 

She found one thing discomforting, though, as she walked with Valerie Ames. 
She found herself all too frequently glancing at the young girl's lovely 
form. She tried to convince herself that it was strictly admiration and 
nothing more. 

She liked the girl's sweetness, which still managed to come across despite 
the hostility she had displayed toward Marjorie. The longer that Marjorie 
talked to her, the lesser the degree of hostility that was displayed. 
Marjorie attempted to calm her down by promising to have a talk with Roger. 
In her own anxiety to have fun with him, she did not want to deprive this 
sweet young girl of his company. 

They remained on the beach for close to an hour, during which time they 
talked more casually. Slowly but surely Marjorie had managed to convince the 
young girl, that she was not desiring to take away her lover. 

"You're getting very pink, my dear," Marjorie said, observing that the sun 
was already beginning to take its toll on Valerie's very white skin. 

"I guess I am." 

"I suggest we go back to the apartment. I wouldn't want to see you burn." 

"I guess I probably better." 

They got back to the apartment. 

"Would you like to have a soft drink?" Marjorie asked. 

"I'd like a little something more daring." 

"That. would be fine," Marjorie laughed. "Just how daring do you mean?" 

"Do you have any wine?" 

"Yes, I do. Is that what you'd like?" 

"Absolutely." 

"Then wine it is." 

Three glasses of wine later the girls were becoming tipsy. Marjorie detected 
a noticeable trend toward friendliness, one she was pleased to see develop 
in the case of a girl she had immediately liked, but who in turn had felt 
great hostility toward her. 

"Tell me, Valerie, just how did you find out where I lived?" 

"You know what I did, I actually snuck into Roger's wallet one time when he 
was stoned out of his mind on beer at a party." 

Her frank answer caused both girls to erupt into girlish laughter. Marjorie 
was beginning to feel like every bit as much of a youngster as Valerie Ames. 

"You know something, you're a very beautiful woman," Valerie complimented 
her. "I can see why any man would be wild about you, including Roger. You're 
too much competition for me." 

"Nonsense. You've got youth on your side. Besides, you're more beautiful now 
than I am or ever will be." 

"I wish I could believe that," she laughed. "But you're more beautiful than 
I am. And that figure of yours, that's really something." 

"Don't knock your own figure, my dear." 

"But those nice breasts and those beautiful legs." 

"There's nothing wrong with your breasts or legs." 

"Except they're not as good as yours." 

"They certainly are," Marjorie answered emphatically. 

They ceased their conversation and sipped wine for the next few minutes. All 
the while their eyes remained focused on each other. Marjorie couldn't 
understand why she had these crazy feelings going through her, the same type 
of feelings which reeled through her body prior to sex. 

"I'm not ashamed to admit it," Valerie suddenly interrupted the silence by 
erupting. "Now ashamed to admit what?" 

"That I think you're so beautiful that I want to eat you." 

"Do you realize what you're saying?" Marjorie's eyebrows suddenly lifted. 
She noticed ther her heart was. beating rapidly. She quickly wolfed down the 
remainder of her drink. 

"Don't tell me you're a square about those things," Valerie laughed. 

"Is that being a square?" 

"To me it is. I've had sex with a few girl-friends. Being the best looking 
girl in my class, I've had an awful lot of the; other girls after me. Some 
of them I've done a. few things with. Usually they go down on me. They 
consider it an honor to get to suck me. But I'd consider it an honor to suck 
you." 

"You don't realize what you're saying. You've had too much wine." 

"You don't realize what you're missing." 

"You're being very silly." 

"I'm just a hot gal that wants some sex, and I happen to think you're 
beautiful. I'll bet you've had Roger suck your cunt out lots of times." 

"He has done that." 

"I'll bet he has," she laughed. "Well, if he can give you pleasures sucking 
out your snatch, then why can't I?" 

"But that's different." 

"Why? Just because he's a man?" 

"Yes." 

"That's the stupidest talk I've ever heard. A tongue is a tongue, whether 
it's fastened to some guy or some chick. We might not have cocks like they 
do, but we've got tongues, and I can use mine as good as Roger or any other 
guy. I'll give you a trip around the world you'll never forget." 

"I wish you'd stop talking like that." 

"Let's fuck," she said emphatically. 

Marjorie had to look away with embarrassment: What caused her great 
discomfort, was the realization that she could be very strongly attracted to 
this beautiful young blonde. She couldn't get over how uninhibited these 
youngsters were that she encountered, or how rapidly they seemed to alter 
her thinking on so many points. 

Rather than be the leader, she was being lead, and the more that she was 
lead the more she seemed to enjoy it. 

Marjorie's body trembled as. she watched Valerie, a look of frozen anxiety 
on her face, get up from the sofa where she was sitting. She walked slowly 
but surely toward Marjorie. When she reached her she leaned forward and let 
her tongue slip inside Marjorie's mouth. 

Marjorie was overcome by the naked sensuality of the hot french kiss which 
followed. Their tongues lashed each other with furious excitement as the 
sexual electricity which passed between them mounted dramatically. 

"You shouldn't have done that," Marjorie whispered after her lover broke 
their lengthy kiss. 

"When I love somebody I want to express myself." 

"This all seems so strange." 

By that time Valerie Ames was so steamed up that Marjorie was not about to 
stop her. In fact, Marjorie was not even about to try, since she was every 
bit as strongly attracted toward Valerie as Valerie was toward her. 

She made but token resistance, trying several times to coax her out of her 
intended act, but the irrepressible young Valerie put her anxious fingers to 
work removing the bikini of Marjorie. "Get to work and take mine off, baby," 
Valerie implored. 

The next thing Marjorie knew she was responding to the command of her young 
friend. They worked vigorously as they went to work on each other's bathing 
suit. 

By the time they were both stripped, their bodies trembled with electrical 
lust. 

They exchanged several lip kisses, and ran their fingers curiously over each 
others breasts. 

"I've just got to go down on you now," Valerie said. 

She threw her body next to Marjorie's and let their breasts touch longingly. 
Their breasts slipped against each other, creating vigorous friction. Then 
Valerie threw her determined arms around the body of Marjorie and the two of 
them toppled downward toward the rug. 

"Don't you want to go into the bed?" Marjorie asked. 

"No, I think the rug would be a great pleace to have a nice suck." 

"If that's where you want it." 

"I do, I do. Oh, but you have a pretty pussy." 

Valerie started out by running her fingers over Marjorie's snatch, but 
before long she was applying her tongue to Marjorie's ass. Once she licked 
for several minutes, Marjorie was so excited that she was ready to join in 
the act as well. 

"Let's sixty-nine," Valerie said with enthusiasm. 

By that time Marjorie was held in ecstatic captivity by her lovely visitor. 
She was willing to throw off the yokes of inhibitions, which previously 
would have made it impossible for her to enjoy sex with a woman. 

Their beautiful bodies twisted and turned on the rug as their tongues 
whiplashed each others warm snatch. " At first it wss Valerie, the more 
experienced partner who took the lead. But before long their tongues were 
driving at an equal clip, as Marjorie quickly found the range. 

It surprised Marjorie greatly that she was able to get that turned on 
sucking a woman's pussy, but once she got the hang of it she enjoyed it just 
about as much as she enjoyed going down on the cock of a man. 

They flew into a passionate world of ecstasy all their own. All that 
concerned them at that point was providing satisfaction for each other. With 
each twisting tongue movement, they became that much more excited about the 
entire. act. 

By the time that a few brief minutes had passed, each of them had shot 
twice. But they were not about to stop there, not when they were providing 
each other with such excitement. 

Their moist red pussies remained ablaze with excitement as the sucking 
continued. Each of them were eager to explode again. 

They kept up the spirited tongue thrusts until each of them had shot three 
times. By that time they lay next to each other in a panting sweat, having 
expended themselves to their ultimate limits. 

"Didn't I tell you it would be great?" Valerie looked at Marjorie and 
smiled. A look of keen admiration blanketed her face. 

"I guess I have a lot to learn from my younger contemporaries." 

"I'll bet there's a lot you could teach me. I know there is, judging by the 
way that Roger raves about you." 

"I'll see to it that Roger gives you the kind of attention you deserve. All 
I can say is that I'm very impressed with you." 

"You're so beautiful." 

Valerie leaned forward and kissed her lips. 

Marjorie thought about the newest change that had come into her life. She 
had not only fucked Roger. It started with him, then extended to his 
brother, and now the chain of circumstances even encompassed his girlfriend. 

Marjorie could not fault herself by wondering just when and how it would all 
end. She kept hoping at that sublime moment that it would never end, and 
that she would be able to continue to experience the same type of satisfying 
sex with Roger and his various acquaintances. 

"You're a very lovely girl," Marjorie whispered. 

This time it was Marjorie who leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on the 
right ear of the lovely high school girl. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Less than a week after her experience with Valerie Ames, Marjorie 
encountered another object which brought her sex desires into sharp focus. 

It was a young, slim, handsome Mexican named Gilbert Vasquez. 

He had been wheeled into the hospital late one evening, an appendectomy 
thereupon being performed. From the first time that she laid eyes on him, 
she knew that she wanted to have sex with him. She recalled, however, her 
self-imposed rule of not having anymore sex with young people she met at the 
hospital. 

Her thoughts drifted back to Dean Riley, and how badly she had wanted to 
have sex with him. She not only squelched her inner urges, but she even 
refused to consider the possibility of making contact with him once he was 
released from the hospital. 

She was afraid that Gilbert Vasquez might supply even more of a temptation 
to her. Unlike the boys she had had sex with in the hospital, and unlike 
Dean Riley as well, young Gilbert was a completely different type of 
individual. He was shy and very quiet. 

At first his shyness made her feel relieved, since she felt that he would 
not afford the same type of temptation that a more forward boy would 
present. The better she got to know him, however, the more she realized the 
fallacy of that argument. 

Rather than considering him less attractive, she found herself becoming 
increasingly drawn toward him. His shy, quiet manner, particularly his 
piercing dark eyes, contained an exotic mystery all their own. It made her 
want to explore that mystery, to get to know Gilbert intimately. 

When he left the hospital, she had the definite feeling that she knew him no 
better than when he had come in, even though he had been very kind every 
time he talked to her. He was the type of person who would divulge no more 
than the most routine of information about himself, and as a consequence she 
was left knowing very little about him. 

Even though she continued enjoying sex with Roger and Joe, cautioning Roger, 
as she had promised Valerie she would do, against giving the beautiful 
blonde Valerie the cold shoulder, she still found herself thinking about 
Gilbert Vasquez. These thoughts became so overpowering during the late 
evenings that she often found herself curling up in bed and rubbing her 
pussy briskly until she exploded, a vision of Gilbert's naked body looming 
before her. 

She was so bothered by the thought of not seeing Gilbert Vasquez again, and 
of not enjoying sexual intimatcies with him, that she decided to do 
something about it. She would take another risk, one that her better 
judgment told her would be wrong, but one which her instincts felt compelled 
to take. 

The next day at work she rummaged quickly through records of recent 
patients. There she located the file card on Gilbert Vasquez. She quickly 
discovered that he lived in East Los Angeles and was attending Salesian High 
School there. She took out a piece of paper and jotted down all of the 
pertinent personal information relating to young Vasquez. 

She slipped the piece of paper on which she had taken down the information 
into her purse and walked away. Nobody at the hospital knew that she had 
taken out the file card. 

On her next day off, she did not go to see Roger and Joe, and they did not 
go to see her. She begged off from a date by telling them that she was not 
feeling well, but that was just an excuse. What really concerned her at that 
point was mysterious Gilbert Vasquez. 

Armed with the information she had received about him from his hospital file 
card, she got into her car and drove into East Los Angeles. She was hoping 
to get a glimpse of him either at school or at home. It was just a few 
minutes past three when she drove by the old house where he lived with his 
parents and his brothers and sisters. It was located just a short distance 
from the Santa Ana Freeway. 

She recognized that it was no doubt too early for him to be at home, so she 
decided to drive to the high school that he attended. It was necessary for 
her to stop at a gas station and inquire directions on reaching the school. 
It turned out that it was situated just a short distance from where he 
lived. 

She arrived in front of the school at three o'clock. A large ,contingent of 
students at the all boys high school were leaving for the day. She was 
hoping that out of that crowd of young boys she would find Gilbert Vasquez. 

She waited at the corner directly across from the school, closely observing 
all of the students that walked out the front entrance. After sitting and 
observing carefully for better than fifteen. minutes, her stomach fluttered 
with anxiety as she observed a familiar face crossing the street in a slow, 
lonesome gait. 

"It's him," she gasped to herself breathlessly. 

She waited until he got a good head start on her down the street. Then she 
started up the car and drove slowly down the street where he walked. He 
carried a load of books under his arm and gazed vacantly into the distance. 
As she moved toward him, she recalled that she had never seen him smile. 

By the time her car caught up with him, he had reached a busy intersection. 
She watched him slip into a drug store. She then decided to park her car at. 
the nearest curb. 

She pulled to a quick stop and got out of the car, walking into the drug 
store. She was so excited by the prospect of meeting him once more that she 
could not keep her thoughts straight. She did not know what she would say to 
him. Whatever strategy she invoked would have to be thought up 
spontaneously, since her thought processes were jangled at that point. She 
was as timid as a girl of fourteen out on her first date. That is, the way 
fourteen year old girls acted when she was that age, she thought. Then her 
mind focused momentarily on Valerie Ames. She still occasionally felt 
embarrassment when recalling all she had done with the beautiful blonde girl 
that afternoon. 

As Marjorie walked in the, entrance to the drug store, she quickly observed 
Gilbert Vasquez, a small paper sack in his right hand, walking toward her. 

She instantly froze up standing nervously in her tracks wondering what to do 
next. 

"Miss MacDonald?" he looked at her with astonishment. 

When she said nothing, he continued: "Aren't you Miss MacDonald, the nurse a 
the hospital?" 

"Why yes, I am. You were one of my patients just a little while ago, weren't 
you?" 

She decided that it might be best to play it dumb. 

"Yes, I was. My name's Gilbert Vasquez. Now do you remember me?" 

"Of course," she nodded, pretending as if things were just now beginning to 
clear up. "You looked familiar right away, and I was just trying to remember 
your name. It came to me just as you mentioned it. Yes, how are you, 
Gilbert? I hope you're feeling well." 

"I'm feeling fine, Miss MacDonald." 

"I'm very glad to hear that, but please don't call me Miss MacDonald. That 
was formal stuff for the hospital. You can call me Marjorie." 

"Fine, Marjorie," he grinned timidly then let his eyes drop. He remained the 
shy boy she had come to grow so fond of in the hospital. 

The longer she looked at handsome Gilbert Vasquez, the better she realized 
that he was more of a challenge than somebody like her lover Roger could 
ever be. Whereas Roger was bold and aggressive, this sensitive young Mexican 
boy obviously existed in a deep, almost impenetrable shell of his own. The 
more difficult that shell appeared to be for her to penetrate, the greater 
the challenge that logically ensued. 

"Well, it was nice meeting you again, Miss MacDonald. Oh, I mean, Marjorie. 
I guess I had better be going now." 

"Could I give you a ride?" she blurted qiickly as he began to walk away. 

After pursuing him this long and hard, Marjorie had to do something to 
prevent him from passing out of her realm of existence as quickly as he had 
surfaced within it. 

"I only live a short distance from here." 

"I'd be most happy to drive you home. As a matter of fact, I'd consider, it 
an honor. After all, you were one of the best patients I ever took care of." 

"Oh, thank you." 

"So can I drive you home?" 

"I suppose that would be O.K." 

"Good," she smiled. 

He turned his eyes away bashfully. 

Marjorie had been planning step by step. There had been no calculated rhyme 
or reason attached to her actions. She was being victimized by her own 
instincts. Now it was a question of what she would do next, which step she 
would take next. 

That was the question which vexed her as she opened the car door and let 
Gilbert slide into the front seat with her. She certainly didn't want to 
drop him off at his front door and say goodbye for good. Now that she had 
managed to string things as far as she had, there just had to be more. 

"What's in the package, Gilbert?" she asked as she started up the car. Her 
basic reason for asking was to re-establish converstion with him, since a 
silent lapse had set in. 

"That's cough medicine for one of my brothers." 

"Oh, I hope he's not very ill." 

"No, he only has a cold. He will be fine in a few days." 

"That's good." 

Marjorie's mind was nervously attempting to think of what to say next: She 
was moving closer to his house, and to the inevitable moment when he would 
be getting out of the car. She had to do something quickly to prevent that 
otherwise inevitable event from occurring. 

"That is my house over there," he pointed across the street. Little did he 
realize that she was only too well aware of that fact. 

Just as she pulled the car to a halt at the curb directly across the street 
from the Vasquez residence, a thought hatched in her brain. 

"Are you in a real big hurry to get home, Gilbert?" she asked. 

"Why is that?" 

"Since it's a bright warm day, and since we still have some sunshine left in 
it, I was thinking of going home and going to the beach." 

"Going home and to the beach?" he looked at her with bewilderment. 

"Yes, I live in Manhattan Beach. Have you ever been there?" 

"No," he shook his head. 

"Well, provided you have an hour or so, I can take you there. I think you'd 
like it. Do you go to the beach very often?" 

"No," he looked at her with his expressive dark eyes. 

"Would you like to go with me now?" 

"As long as we're not gone too long." 

"I'll let you be the judge of that." 

She sighed with relief as she started the car up and drove off once again. 
She had convinced him into going with her. Actually, she was planning on 
driving past the beach briefly, then enticing him into her apartment. She 
was hopping that she could complete the strategy. It had been difficult for 
her to get that far, but she had been successful to that point. 

They did not talk a great deal on the freeway ride heading toward Manhattan 
Beach. Gilbert was enmeshed in his own personalized shell, as always. What 
little conversation that passed between them was instigated by her. 

Marjorie was pleased to observe his eyes perk up noticably as they drove 
past the beach. At one point she parked the car and they got out, walking 
along the sand. She noticed her body trembling and the heat generating 
inside her as they walked along the sand. The ocean breeze caused his hair 
to blow, making him appear that much more sexy to her. 

The more she analyzed it, the greater the degree of recognition that 
surfaced within her concerning why she liked Gilbert Vasquez -- not only was 
he handsome, but he put a great deal of distance between himself and others, 
making him that much more fascinating as far as she was concerned. 

"Do you like it here in Manhattan Beach?" she asked. 

"Yes, I do. It's very beautiful." 

"Would you have time to come up to. my place and have a coke?" 

"It is getting late. My parents will be home from work soon." 

"We won't stay long," she promised. 

The heat between her legs told her that it was necessary to go one step 
further. She had to break down whatever resistance Gilbert Vasquez might 
offer and enjoy sex with him. The longer she spent with him, the more 
attracted she became to him. 

Five minutes later they were in the living room. She was hoping that he 
would not notice the quivers of her body. She urged him to sit down, then 
went into the kitchen, where she . opened two bottles of Coke and poured 
them into glasses.. 

"Here you are, Gilbert," she smiled, handing him one of the glasses. 

"Thank you." 

They said nothing as they sipped the Cokes. Marjorie was too nervous to do 
any more than take a couple of brief sips. Gilbert also sipped slowly. She 
waited until he finished the glass before saying anything more. 

"You're a very handsome young boy, Gilbert," she said solemnly. 

"Thank you." 

"Gilbert, do you think I'm good looking?" The words blurted out of her mouth 
before she was even completely aware of what she was saying. 

"I think you're very beautiful," he told her, maintaining his solemn pose. 

"You really think that?" she smiled. 

"Yes." 

"What would you say, Gilbert, if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now," 
she asked him in a hushed voice. 

"I would say that is very strange." 

"Why is it strange?" 

"I am just a young boy, and you are a very beautiful woman." 

"No you're not just a young boy," she said emotionally as her trembling body 
lifted itself slowly up from the chair. "You're a very beautiful man and I 
love you." 

Gilbert looked up at her startled, his eyes widening as she moved quickly 
toward him. She leaned forward, her heart pounding forcefully, and puckered 
up, driving her lips solidly against those of young Gilbert. They both held 
their breath as the lips remained frozen together for what seemed like an 
eternity to both of them. 

When she finally withdrew her lips from his, she noticed that his body was 
shaking also. Her eyes then dropped curiously downward between his legs. She 
was very happy to see that a hardness had surfaced in his cock, which was 
observable through the outline of his trousers. 

"You're getting hard for me," she grinned. 

"Perhaps we had better stop now." 

"Stop nothing, we're just beginning to live." 

She delivered one more smoldering kiss to his lips. This one stunned him 
even more than the first, since it contained more force in it. 

"How was that?" 

He looked at her with a helpless daze. He looked like a fither whose brains 
had been riddled by a savage fistic asaault. He appeared to be unaware of 
the total significance of what was going on. 

"I've just got to have you, Gilbert, I have to fuck you," she said huskily. 

His body stiffened, but he offered no over resistance as she dropped down to 
her knees and unzipped his trousers. When she reached inside his pants and 
planted her right fingers solidly against his huge cock, her heart began 
pounding more violently than before. 

"You have a beautiful cock." 

"What are you going to do to me?" 

"I want to taste you. I want to taste all of that wonderful juice inside." 

Now her tongue was eagerly exploring his cock and balls. She slipped it up 
and down the long surface of his prick. She could see from the way he was 
reacting that he was not accustomed to having his cock sucked. Indeed, 
perhaps he was not that accustomed to having sex at all. 

But she was fervently determined to bring him, and herself as well, as much 
sensation as she could derive. Her tongue therefore bolted up and down his 
long rod with a ferocity she had never before exhibited. 

She recognized that, not even with Roger and Joe had she expressed herself 
quite this passionately. The timid young boy in Gilbert Vasquez had brought 
out the lioness in her. 

She listened intently to his gasps, and watched his body squirm 
passionately, as her tongue continued working its way up and down the length 
of his enormous rod. 

Maybe he was embarrassed by the whole thing, and taken aback by it, but he 
would be shooting his juices in her mouth anyway, she thought, as she 
allowed her tongue to lash against his rod relenetlessly. 

As his trembling became more pronounced she ran her fingers over his 
scrotum, determined to savor every thrill she could. 

She squeezed his balls one more time, then leaned forward as she heard him 
let out a pronounced sigh. At that point she received the deluge of juice 
which she had been seeking. 

Marjorie clung anxiously to the task at hand, swallowing every drop of juice 
which bolted out of the end of his stiff rod. Marjorie stuck with his load, 
making certain that she swallowed every precious drop. She felt an 
overpowering sense of inspiration from having sucked the cock of young 
Gilbert. 

What had seemed like an almost impossible task had been realized. 

"Did that feel good?" she asked. 

"Yes," he said quietly. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Marjorie was awakened from a sound sleep early on a Sunday morning by the 
shrill ring of the telephone. 

"Damn it, can't they call at a decent hour," she grumbled as she got up from 
the bed. 

A glance at the clock, however, told her that it was not as early as she 
thought, just a little early to be receiving calls on Sunday. The clock 
revealed it to be a few minutes past nine. 

"Hello," she grumbled into the phone with a half yawn. 

"You mean you're not up already?" the voice at the other end of the line 
chuckled. 

"I don't see any reason to get up with the milkman on Sunday." 

"I guess that's a pretty good answer." 

"And that would have to be Roger at the other end of the line." 

"How'd you guess?" 

"I only know one wiseass." 

He burst into laughter: "Joe and I are both feeling horny, so naturally 
we're thinking about you." 

"What do you expect me to do about that?" 

"We've both run into a great streak of luck," Roger revealed. 

"Tell me more." 

"My folks are both gone for the weekend, so we're free to roam." 

"How delightful. How do I fit into your plans?" 

"We want to fuck you, as if you couldn't guess." 

"I had a feeling that was coming. So why are you calling so early since 
you've got all this time on your hands?" 

"We want to get an early start, and we're both hot right now. You know how 
we get. When we get hard there's nothing we can do about it, and we never 
know when that's going to happen. Both of us woke up early this morning and 
started talking about how great it was to have both of the folks gone until 
tonight. We mentioned you and right away the old cocks jumped up." 

"I'm very honored." 

"You'll be one hell of a lot more honored if you come over here." 

"Over where?" 

"Over to our place." 

"I'm invited over there?" 

"Why not?" 

"What will the neighbors think?" 

"Fuck them! They are used to seeing broads coming in here when the folks 
aren't around. Valerie comes quite often. By the way, I hear you two got 
along real well." 

"So she finally told you." 

"She sure did. She said you suck cunt better than I do." 

"I doubt that that's true. You've had a lot more experience than I've had." 

"That's what she said." 

"I'm flattered." 

"So when can you make it over?" 

"You guys must be horny." 

"We're just sitting here diddling with our cocks in our fingers," Roger 
said. 

"Then I guess I'd better get over there fast." 

"That's the general idea." 

Roger gave her his address. She promised to get ready immediately and drop 
over to see them. 

Since they had started their intentions with such urgency, she decided to 
forego breakfast. She had nothing more than a cup of coffee and a donut. 

Marjorie arrived on the street where Roger and Joe lived a few minutes 
later. It was a simple tree-shrouded lane dominated by moderately priced 
tract homes. Roger and Joe lived on the corner in a bright red house. 

She pulled the car up toward the curb, then got out. As she walked up the 
sidewalk toward the house, she became more anxious for brisk sex activity. 
She thought about those two beautiful cocks dangling before her, and the 
anxious words of Roger and Joe reverberated forcefully in her ears. 

It was not even necessary for Marjorie to ring the doorbell or knock on the 
door. It immediately flew open. 

To her astonishment, Joe Corwin answered it totally in the nude. Her first 
glimpse was of his face. That was a very quick glimpse. She then let her 
eyes drop, enabling them to concentrate on his huge swelling organ. 

"Our favorite snatch just arrived," Joe called out to his brother. 

"I do have a name, you know." 

"I know you do. I just called you by it." 

"You're getting to be as big a wiseass as your brother." 

"Come on in before I catch a cold standing in the doorway like this." 

She stepped inside the living room and he closed the door behind her. 
Marjorie could not resist the temptation of reaching out and grabbing that 
huge prick, stroking it a few times up and down. 

"I like your massages." 

"I'm glad you do." 

At that point Roger, every bit as nude as his brother, materialized in the 
room. She looked down and got a good view of his huge rod. 

"I've got everything ready in the bedroom," Roger greeted her. 

"Then we don't need any preliminaries, like having a drink or something," 
Marjorie said. 

"Don't torture us by even talking preliminaries," Roger said. "Look how hard 
we are. We meant when we said we needed fucks right away." 

"Then I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer." 

Marjorie followed them into the bedroom. Just as Roger had said, everything 
was in order. The covers were turned back neatly, giving them precisely all 
they needed. 

"Now we'll take off your clothes," Joe said, moving toward her, a twinkle in 
his eyes. 

"That's almost as much fun as the fucking," Roger said. 

Roger and Joe put their fingers briskly to work, eager to undress their 
'lover quickly. They could hardly wait to get their hot cocks off. 

"You guys are real bruisers today," she gulped, observing the enthusiasm 
with which they conducted themselves. 

"We're eager to fuck," Roger said. 

Joe went to work tearing off her slacks. Once he succeeded in unzipping them 
and pushing them down her legs, from which point she stepped out of them, he 
reached out and slapped her on the right buttock. 

"Now I'll have to get those panties off," Joe exclaimed. 

He pulled down quickly on her panties, which she stepped out of. He then put 
his fingers to work pinching the warm, solid flesh around her buttocks. 

"The cheeks I love to squeeze," he laughed. 

As for Roger, he was in the final stages of removing her blouse. His 
trembling fingers tripped over the buttons. His enthusiasm prevented him 
from finishing the job faster. 

Once the blouse was discarded, being hurled to the floor not far from where 
her slacks and panties lay, he unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor as 
well. 

"These tits are as beautiful as always," he said. 

His tongue went 'to work on them, rolling over the warm flesh. He then 
nibbled with his teeth at the firm folds of flesh as the tempo continued to 
build. 

"I suggest we go to bed," he said abruptly. 

"I second that motion enthusiastically," she said. 

"I'll third it," Joe put in. 

Seconds later they were in bed, naked and eager for action. Their bodies 
quivered as they prepared for the start of the action. 

Roger quickly got up from the bed, surprising Marjorie by his action. 

"What are you doing?" she asked as she watched him walk over toward a nearby 
dresser table. 

"I'm getting something that will give us all a lot of pleasure." 

Joe did not look the least bit started about what was going on. Apparently, 
she thought, he had been qued in. She remained ever eager to find out just 
what was happening. She continued to watch him as he picked what looked to 
her to be a can of whipped cream. 

"Is that whipped cream?" she asked. 

"It certainly is," he nodded, walking back toward the bed, holding the can 
in his right hand. 

"What's whipped cream got to do with our sex action?" she asked. 

"It has everything to do with it," Joe said, slapping her on her left 
buttock affectionately. 

Marjorie continued to watch the unfolding action with great curiosity. She 
watched Roger remove the top of the can and slip it on the floor. 

"Just lie back there, just lie on that back, and I'll take care of the 
rest," Roger said. 

She lay back just as he suggested, and watched him go to work with the 
whipped cream. He pushed his finger down, permitting some white globs of 
whipped cream to slip around her tits. 

"What in the hell are you doing?" cream she laughed, amused at the sight of 
whipped cream covering her breasts. 

"I'm going to dress you up in whipped then we're both going to suck it all 
off of you," Roger said. 

"Right on," Joe laughed. 

"Do you do this with all the girls?" she asked. 

"No, not with all of them," Joe answered. "We just do it with the ones we 
really dig, the ones that have beautiful bodies." 

"That's right," Roger concurred with a nod. "It's only fun if the chicks got 
a beautiful body, which you obviously have." 

Once he spread enough whipped cream on her tits to completely cover them, he 
then sprayed around her stomach. She chuckled gleefully like a little girl 
when he reached her vagina, which he quickly covered with whipped cream. 

"What are you laughing about?" Roger asked. 

"It kind of tickles." 

"Wait 'til we start tickling you," Joe said. 

"That I'm really looking forward to," she said. 

Roger continued to plod ahead in workman-like fashion. After he had 
inundated her vagina with whipped cream, he spread it around her legs. He 
then surprised Marjorie by even covering her toes with it. 

The big surprise, however, was reserved when he lifted the can upward and 
pelted her under both arms with generous sprinklings of the whipped cream. 
Now the gooey substance covered practically her entire body. 

"You've got to be putting me on," she laughed. "Why are you even giving it 
to my arm pits?" 

"Because arm pits are fun to suck too," Roger shot back. 

"You guys are absolutely mad, and I love both of you for it." 

"It's no fun sucking and fucking with sane people, is it?" Joe said. 

"Not it isn't," she readily concurred. 

Roger got up from the bed once more, this time picking up the lid which he 
placed atop the whipped cream container. He set the container back on the 
dresser table, then returned to the bed. Marjorie clearly recognized the 
sensuous lear which dominated his face as he peered in her direction. 

"Are you ever going to get a suck," Roger promised. 

"From two hot tongues," Joe said. 

"This time I want to be the leg man," Roger. said. 

"Be my guest," Joe said. 

Each of them went to work doing their own thing. As Joe reached underneath 
her left arm and began to lick whipped cream furiously off of her armpit, 
Roger went to work on her left leg. 

"Oh, keep up that leg work, keep sucking that armpit," she gasped, "I never 
thought it could be that much fun getting your armpit sucked, or your legs 
sucked. You guys are absolutely magicians at sucking, keep on sucking, I 
just love the way you're lapping that whipped cream. Oh, how delicious, suck 
me, suck me." 

Sucking was proceeding at a brisk clip. Every now and then, as Joe would lap 
up some of the creamy substance from her armpits, he would reach into the 
deep inner pits of her arm and nibble gently. She loved the nibbling 
sensations, which caused her body to quiver every time that his tongue and 
teeth were administered. 

As for Roger, he was proceeding at a fast clip himself. He licked and sucked 
and swallowed juice at a furious pace, eager to please beautiful Marjorie. 

He also took to nibbling, letting his teeth glide over the inner folds of 
flesh of her left thigh. 

"Keep it up, keep i up gang, this sucking is just driving me out of my 
mind," she gasped. "Let those tongues roll as fast as you can." 

The faster the suciing proceeded, the hotter she became. She felt the 
tingles of sensation all the way down to her toes, which were still covered 
at that point by the frosty substance. 

Joe finished with her left armpit at the very time that Roger was preparing 
to shift over to her left thigh. Marjorie noticed that, once again, the two 
brothers were acting as a team. They proved imminently talented once it was 
time to jump into the sheets. 

Between them they managed to suck dry very bit of whipped cream on her 
entire torrid body. Her body was still trembling from the sensations derived 
from the sucking. Now that the whipped cream was gone, it was time for the 
two brothers to focus on their last objects of affection, Joe on her tits 
and Roger on her slipper cunt. 

"Now I'm gonna get in some eating," Roger grinned. 

"And I'm gonna suck me some tits," Joe said confidently. 

"Just keep it up, guys," she said. 

Roger turned her snatch every way but loose, letting his tongue proceed at a 
blinding clip. He felt that he had to cause to explode fast and complete his 
sucking activities since it was necessary for him to get his cock off fast. 

As for Joe, he licked and nibbled on her hot breasts as rapidly as his 
tongue would carry him. 

Roger kept at it until she shot twice. She shrieked with hysterical passion 
several times during the course of the act. 

"Now that I've sucked you, I want to fuck you," Roger said. 

"No fair," Joe intruded. "This time I get to fuck her. She should suck you." 

"You're right, little brother. That's the way we should work it." 

Joe went to work driving his peter inside her warm moist snatch. His fleshy 
rod was bloated ,with passion, and she fed him her vagina with swift back 
and forth movements. 

"I love the way you manipulate those hips," Roger said as he watched the 
action. 

"Oh, keep that cock coming," she gasped. "The way you fuck me, keep it up, 
keep that whip driving." 

He used his sharp rod like a spear, allowing it to drive into her 
forcefully. He drove his rod with intense passion, throwing his fingers 
around her buttocks and clenching them tightly. 

"I love holding on to those ass cheeks," Joe said, "it gives me some extra 
drive. Oh, what a pretty cunt you've got, and what great fucking it is." 

"Keep on fucking her," Roger said. 

While the fucking continued, Roger, rather than having Marjorie give him 
action at that particular moment, was content to allow his fingers to run up 
and down the base of his huge meat. The longer he let it slup up and down 
the length of his rod, the hotter he became. 

"I want it, I want it," she whispered. "Keep fucking, keep that prick 
driving, keep it inside me, fuck me." 

He kept up his inspring pace until finally shooting. At that point Roger 
came to the fore. 

"How'd you like to suck this?" he asked. "It looks mighty delicious," she 
agreed. 

"You think you could put your tongue around it?" 

"I know I could." 

"Then let's go to work." 

"I'm with you." 

They stretched out in bed and he ran his fingers affectionately over his 
huge dick several more times. 

"You like the size of this thing?". he asked. 

"It looks just fine." 

"I'm ready to feed it to you." 

"And I'm ready to eat it." 

"There's lots of juice in there." 

"I want every drop of it." 

He shoved his huge organ forward. She gobbled up the meat quickly, letting 
her tongue slip swiftly up and down the warm surface. The longer she kept it 
up, the faster she went, and as she sucked, she allowed her fingers to toy 
with his hot balls. 

"That tongue of yours is on fire," Roger said, "and so is my hot prick." 

"Keep on sucking him," Joe said. 

"Oh, the way you suck, the way you apply that tongue," Roger threw his head 
back and swooned. "Just keep on driving that hot thing." 

Every once in a while, just to add to the drama, Roger would slap her 
buttocks cheeks crisply. Even though it stung a little, she got to where she 
actually enjoyed the spanking movements. 

When Roger observed that the spanking thrusts were causing her to put out 
more eagerly, he began doing it with greater frequency. 

As Roger began to breath more deeply tnan before, and as his gasps became 
more frequent, Marjorie quickly recognized what was happening. She 
recognized that he was moving closer toward orgasm. 

"Suck it, just a few more strokes," he told her. 

Joe was enjoying himself in a spectator's role, just as Roger had before 
him. He was jerking up and down on his cock, and Marjorie realized that he 
would be ready for action right after she finished with Roger. 

At that point there was a sudden knock on the door. Marjorie was so startled 
that she stopped sucking momentarily and looked around. 

"Keep on sucking, honey;" Roger instructed, shoving her head back down over 
his long rod, then running his fingers through her hair. "Joe will go to the 
door and get rid of whoever it is." 

"I'll do that," Joe said. 

He slipped on a pair of trousers just to be on the safe side, then walked 
barefooted into the living room. As the sucking continued in the bedroom, 
sounds of a girl's voice could be heard. 

She talked loudly, and in an angry tone. Seconds later the voice was 
accompanied by foot-steps trudging into the bedroom. 

"So this is what's going on, I knew it was," Valerie Ames made a sudden 
appearance. 

Her timing could not have been more appropriate. Just as she let loose with 
her exclamation, Roger bolted his hot juice into Marjorie's mouth. Marjorie 
stuck with the load, catching all but a few drops. 

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Roger asked. 

Marjorie quickly withdrew Roger's pecker from her mouth. She had a pale, 
embarrassed look as her eyes met those of the young girl. 

"I thought I was your girl, so I had the mistaken feeling I'd be welcome 
around this house," Valerie roared. 

"O.K., O.K., keep your voice down," Joe said. 

"I'm sick and tired of the way you're treating me," she pointed an accusing 
finger at Roger. Then her eyes came to a rest once more on Marjorie. "As for 
you, you're like a serpent. You go and tell me that you won't take my man 
away, then you go ahead and do it. You're worse than a skunk as far as I'm 
concerned. 

"Don't speak so harshly," Marjorie erupted. 

"What do you expect me to do?" she exclaimed. "I'm sick and tired of the 
crap that you've been giving me. I thought that after we talked over at your 
place, that everything was going to be different." 

"I didn't know that he'd been seeing any less of you," Marjorie said. 

"She can be a big pest," Roger said. 

"Now I'm a pest, am I? When every guy in the class was dying to have a 
chance to paw me just once, you're the one who wound up with me. So instead 
of being grateful, you give me this kind of treatment. You treat me worse 
than dirt." 

"You're putting on a big act," Joe chided her. 

"You shut up, Joe," Valerie held her ground. "This should be between Roger, 
Marjorie and me." 

"Why don't you cool down," Roger suggested. 

"I'll cool down nothing. I'm tired of being abused. You've got your choice 
-- you can choose between me and Marjorie right now. I want some man who'll 
give me more attention." 

"I've got a good mind to choose her and tell you to go to hell," Roger 
flared up. 

"I've got a good mind to tell you to go fuck yourself," Valerie exploded. 

"If you two will cool off long enough, I think I can decide the whole 
matter," Marjorie said. 

"Oh, so you think you can," Valerie said sarcastically. 

"I know I can. I suppose I've been making a big fool of myself. I've thought 
that many times, but I managed to con myself out of it. Well, I'm not going 
to con myself anymore." 

At that point she paused and looked first at Roger, then at Valerie, before 
continuing: "Roger, I'm going to bow out of your sex life right now. The 
same goes for you, Joe. I really don't think it's that wholesome for either 
one of you. On top of that, Roger's got a girlfriend who thinks quite a bit 
of him. You'd be much wiser to devote yourself just to her, Roger. I wish 
that when I'd gotten married I had as devoted a partner as Varlerie is 
devoted to you. As for you, Joe, it's not that good for you either. I'm sure 
you've got plenty of girl friends." 

"But why can't we still all fuck together?" Roger asked. "There's no reason 
to be hasty about all this. Valerie doesn't have to be the whole show." 

"No, Valerie is right," Marjorie insisted. "If I were in her position, I'd 
probably say the same things that she just said." 

Roger and Joe watched Marjorie with dumb-founded amazement as she got 
dressed. They could not believe what they had heard her say. 

When she finished dressing and was ready to leave, she turned toward Valerie 
and said: "If I've been a big problem, I'm sorry. Good luck, dear." Then she 
kissed her on the right cheek. 

"Thank you," Valerie said humbly. Tears came to her eyes as she watched 
Marjorie walk toward the door. 

As she stood in the doorway, Marjorie said her last parting words to the 
boys: "It's better for both of you guys, even though you don't realize it 
now. Goodbye now." They said nothing, staring. blankly at the door as she 
walked out. 

Even though it had hurt her to have to say it, now that she had gotten 
everything off her chest, Marjorie felt much better about things. She 
wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore about hurting Valerie or corrupting the 
boys. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

It was a warm Sunday afternoon, precisely one week from the day that 
Marjorie broke up with Roger and Joe Corwin, and she had just arrived home 
following several hours in the beach sun. 

Since she looked as beautiful as always, and was there by herself, she 
became bait for a number of young men. All of them attempted to strike up 
conversations, and some became entirely too blunt on the subject of sex to 
satisfy her. 

Once she obtained her quota of sunshine, she walked back to the apartment. 
As she walked up the steps leading toward the door, she heard the telephone 
ringing. 

She slipped the key quickly inside the door, then bolted inside, answering 
the telephone. on the fourth ring. 

"Hello," she began. 

"Oh, I was afraid that you were gone when the phone was not answered." 

"Who is this?" 

"It is Gilbert Vasquez." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just didn't recognize your voice at first, Gilbert," she 
said, flustered, hearing his voice for the first time since she had had sex 
with him. "You see, I just got home from the beach and I heard the phone 
ringing when I was slipping the key in the door. So how've you been, 
Gilbert?" 

Now it was all falling into place. That day, after they had experienced sex, 
she wrote out her telephone number on a sheet of paper, which she handed to 
him. She implored him to call her anytime that he would be able to have sex 
with her. 

"I'm calling from downtown Los Angeles," he explained. "I told my parents 
that I wanted to go to a movie. I didn't really want to go to a movie at 
all. I wanted to see you." 

"You're there alone?" her pulse began to steadily rise as she anticipated 
his beautiful body before her. "Yes, my brothers and sisters are not with 
me. They are at home with my parents." 

"That's good. Where should I pick you up?" 

"Do you know where Pershing Square is?" 

"Certainly, that's one of downtown L.A.'s. biggest landmarks." 

"I'm standing just across the street from it. Right in front of the Biltmore 
Hotel." 

"Just wait right there and I'll be there to pick you up." 

"I have wanted to call you earlier, but most of the time I was not able to 
get away from my family. I did call twice, but there was no answer." 

"I was probably at work." 

"I called last Sunday." 

"I had to go away that day," she said. Bitter memories returned of the 
experience with the two brothers and Valerie Ames. 

"I want to have sex with you very much." 

"I'll be there to pick you up in a minute." 

"I'll be waiting." 

"Goodbye." 

"Goodbye." 

As she placed the phone back on the cradle, her head began to spin. She had 
told herself, in the immediate aftermath of breaking up with Roger and Joe, 
that she would pursue young men no more. Since young Gilbert Vasquez had not 
been able to reach her up to that time, she was inclined to think that her 
experience with him was a one-shot affair, and that he would not ever make 
an attempt to contact her. 

Now that he had, she was in the midst of a great dilemma. It would be a case 
of either giving in to her emotions or to her better judgment. Emotionally 
she still felt strongly attracted toward the young Mexican boy, but the same 
conscious pangs that had bothered her, causing her to break up with two 
young men she was strongly attracted to, were surfacing once more. 

As she got into her car and drove away, her mind was still in conflict. As 
she drove down the freeway, she began to think about what she had said when 
she broke up with the two young brothers. It had been painful, but she 
managed to do it for the good of them, as well as the good of her. 

She recognized that she would have to say the same type of thing to Gilbert 
Vasquez. Since she had not experienced sex with him as many times as she had 
with Roger and Joe, she decided that it would more than likely be an easier 
thing to accomplish. 

Marjorie swung off the freeway when she reached downtown Los Angeles, 
proceeding directly toward the Biltmore Hotel. She stopped directly in front 
of it, observing Gilbert standing right underneath the hotel's awning. 

She honked the horn once and he looked in her direction. A smile filled his 
face. It was the first time she could ever recall seeing him smile. She 
could not help but smile back, cocking her arm and waving to him. 

He ran toward the car, opening the door and jumping in. He kissed her 
tenderly on the right cheek. 

"How are you, Gilbert?" she said. 

"I am fine, now that you are here." 

She had initially planned to tell him about why they should break up the 
very moment that he got into the car. It had been her intention to drive him 
home from there. Or, if he wanted to take in a movie, to let him get out of 
the car at that point. 

Now that it was time to follow through on her intention, she found herself 
totally unable to. She felt the necessity of putting off her unpleasant task 
until she took him to her apartment. She reasoned that, under those 
circumstances, everything would be much calmer. 

This time it was Gilbert who did most of the talking on the way back to her 
apartment. She kept her, eyes focused on the road, and her mind filled with 
complexities of the problem that faced her. 

Once they reached her apartment, she immediately poured cokes for both of 
them. As they sat there and sipped, she found herself once more becoming 
carried away with the gentle beauty of this young man. She could see that 
the experience with which she had provided him had drawn him out somewhat. 

"You look more beautiful to me every time that I see you," he said as he 
finished his soft drink. 

"It's probably just an illusion." 

"No, no illusion, just my eyes telling my soul the truth." 

"You'd make a very good poet." 

"My english teacher says that I can become a good writer if I work at it." 

"I'll just bet you can. But you're not really helping yourself by going with 
older women." 

"I do not consider you an older woman. I consider you a beautiful young 
woman." 

"That's very flattering, but I'm still old as far as your age group is 
concerned. I'm almost ten years older than you." 

"One of my teachers says that age means nothing. He says that he has known 
many young people who acted old and old people who have acted young. You are 
not old, and you act very young." 

"You are very sweet." 

"I want to make love to you again. Maybe this time we can do even more than 
we did before." 

His words triggered the powerful lust that was lying just beneath the 
surface of Marjorie. She realized at that moment that there was no turning 
back when it came to these emotions. 

They were far too strong to be suppressed. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Her heart was beating rapidly as she took Gilbert Vasquez into the bedroom. 

Marjorie realized that she was performing the role of teacher as well as 
that of lover. Here was a boy who, unlike Roger and Joe, was relatively 
innocent in the art of lovemaking. He had lived a very conservative life up 
to that point, which she was abruptly jolting him out of. 

He watched her as she undressed herself. No sooner did she finish than she 
undressed him as well. She felt thrilled to be getting her first look at his 
beautiful form. He was long and lean, with beautiful olive skin. 

She stood in stunned silence just looking at him for a few seconds, then ran 
her fingers up and down his straight and perfect back. She finally let her 
fingers toy with his hard cock. 

Her head pushed forward and she allowed her lips to plunge feverishly 
against his. He responded to her overture, thrusting his own head forward so 
that they collided in mid-air. 

Following the explosion of that first kiss, she allowed her tongue to slip 
into his hot mouth. Their tongues collided for several feverish seconds, 
after which she broke their kiss. 

"I'm going to lie down on the bed. I want you to get on top of me," she told 
him. 

"I will do anything you say." 

"You're such a good boy." 

She laid down on her back and spread her legs. He looked down at the tuft of 
hair around her pussy. It was more of a look of curiosity than anything 
else, but an interested, highly motivated curiosity. 

"Now I want you to take that hard prick and slip it inside my vagina," she 
said. "Just slip it in there, my love, and we'll both enjoy ourselves." 

He took his rod in his right fingers and slid inside her moist mound. 

"That feels so good," he nodded. 

"Now I want you to fuck me." 

"Oh, I want to so badly." 

"You're in me, honey, so keep it up. Just grind those beautiful hips of 
yours and push it around inside my snatch. I've got nice tight cunt muscles, 
and you're going to love letting your cock slip around inside me." 

She gripped his buttocks with her fingers. The extra gripping motion seemed 
to supply him with more enthuasiasm. 

"Just keep on grinding," she suggested, "that's it, keep fucking me, I like 
it, I like your movements, you're getting to be an old pro already." 

Encouraged by her words, he drove forward at a brisk clip, picking up speed 
as he slipped his dick inside her mound. 

"Feels so good, so good," he murmured. 

"Keep on fucking me." 

"Oh, it feels wonderful." 

"Keep it up, faster." 

He intensified his clip, driving his swollen organ with all the energies his 
young body possessed. To Gilbert this was the most illuminating experience 
of his life. He was enjoying himself more this time than he had before, the 
time that she had sucked his meat. 

"You're a great fucker," an excited Marjorie exclaimed. "Keep on fucking, 
keep on driving that hot peter inside me." 

As she gripped his buttocks all the tighter, he rammed his red hot pecker 
into her with that much more ferocity. 

"Oh, I'm getting tingly all over," he gasped. 

"Keep it up, you're gonna shoot inside me." 

"Oh, it feels so great." 

"Just a few more strokes, baby," she said. 

She helped him on his way a little more by slapping him across the buttocks 
several times. He seemed to respond affirmatively, driving his pecker into 
her that much more forcefully. 

"Oh, the juice is coming out, Oohhh, Oohhh, Oohhh." 

"I'm juicing too," she exclaimed. "Oh, it's a great fuck, we're both 
shooting." 

Moments later there was nothing but silence and they lay next to each other. 
She ran her fingers casually through his sweaty hair. The innocent young man 
had given her perhaps the most satisfying screw of her life. 

"You're so clean and wonderful, that fucking with you means more than 
fucking with other men," she told him. 

"You are very clean too." 

"Not like you are, I'm not," she laughed, thinking of all the activities she 
had had in the sex realm. 

"You are as fresh as a blooming flower in Spring." 

"You really will make a wonderful poet." 

Marjorie leaned forward and kissed his lips. 

They rested for a few minutes more. Marjorie, seeking more sex expression 
with him, reached out and began toyoing with his cock. She was determined to 
get it up to full length once more, so they could have more activity. 

"Does that feel good?" she asked. 

"Yes, very good," he exclaimed. 

"That's good, I want you to feel just great." 

"Yes, keep it up." 

Her finger movements continued to become more brisk as she let the fingers 
of her right hand run up and down the base of his cock, while the fingers of 
her left hand exercised themselves vigorously over his balls. 

Soon she had his cock up to where it had been before he exploded it in her 
nest. She continued stroking it briskly while she rose to her knees. 

"Let me spread those legs of yours out and see that you are comfortable," 
she said. 

Marjorie removed her fingers from his cock and balls long enough to part his 
legs in the way that she wanted them parted. She looked down at that long, 
inviting cock, which was fastened to his long, lean body, and she was more 
excited than ever. 

"Now I'm going to suck you," she announced proudly, giving his cock one last 
tug as she got set to place it inside her mouth. 

Her head bobbed up and down eagerly as her tongue unleashed itself over his 
hot meat. With her right hand she allowed her fingers to guide eagerly over 
his warm balls. 

The sucking continued to accelerate. He was enjoying every stroke. 

"Keep it up, I can't stand much of it," he said excitedly. 

Just knowing that he was excited was enough for her. She longed to please 
him, to provide him with every type of sexual satisfaction that she could. 

The fingers worked eagerly on the balls as her tongue slipped up and down 
his long cock. The tempo continued to build until she was licking at top 
speed. 

"Oh, I'm beginning to feel all tingly again, I just love this," he gasped. 
"Oohhh, Oohhh, Oohhh." 

She gladly accepted his load, which was plentiful, almost as big as the load 
which had flooded her nest only a few minutes earlier. 

Satisfaction came to her at that moment. Everything was tranquil as she had 
accomplished precisely everything that she had deemed important. 

"I'll bet you're thirsty from all this activity," she said after they 
completed the act. 

"Yes I am." 

"Let's get dressed and I'll fix you another coke." 

"I'd like that." 

"How much of a hurry are you in?" 

"My parents are not expecting me for at least another hour." 

"That's good." 

As she went into the kitchen and fixed two more cokes, feelings of guilt 
came back to haunt her. She could see that she was systematically drawing 
this young boy toward her. If she got anymore involved, it might be 
disastrous for him. He had not expressed to the extent that Roger and Joe 
had. 

She handed him the coke and said: "How many girls have you had sex with, 
Gilbert?" 

"Why do you wish to know?" 

"It's very important to me." 

"You are the first." 

"That's just what I thought," she nodded knowingly. 

They finished the cokes and she took him home. She found it difficult to 
speak during the ride back to East Los Angeles. 

The closer she got to his home, however, the greater she realized just how 
important it was to sever her ties with him at that point. Since he was 
innocent, an extended relationshp could prove very traumatic. 

He was the type of boy who should meet a sweet young girl at the proper 
time, and on his proper terms. It would do him no more good to have sex with 
her. If she stopped now, she thought, perhaps the frustration and misfortune 
could at least be minimized. 

Marjorie brought the car to an abrupt halt two blocks away from his house. 

"I guess I'd better let you out here, so nobody will see you." 

"That is fine. I will call you soon. 

Just as he was about ready to open the door, she grabbed him by the 
shoulder: "No, we must stop now." 

"I do not understand. This must be some kind of a joke," he looked 
searchingly into her eyes. 

"It's no joke, Gilbert. It's no good for us to go on any more. We must end 
our relationship now." 

"You teach me how to make love, then you tell me you don't want to make love 
to me anymore. That is crazy talk." 

"It might sound that way to you, but it's the most sensible talk I can give 
you. Don't get attached to somebody like me. You'll meet some nice wonderful 
young girl pretty soon, and she'll make you very happy. If we kept on seeing 
each other we'd have to stop sometime anyway, and the longer the 
relationship drew out the harder it would be for both of us." 

"But why would we have to stop?" he implored. 

"We just would. It wouldn't work, with as much difference in our ages as 
there is." 

"I pay no attention to that." 

"You might not now, but you would later. I love you, Gilbert, and you don't 
know how hard . this is for me. But it's a step that I have to take." 

She brushed a few tears out of her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed his 
lips tenderly one last time. 

"Whatever you say, Marjorie," he said. "I will trust you, but I do not 
understand you." 

"I guess I don't even understand myself, honey." 

Those were the last words that passed between them; Gilbert Vasquez opened 
the car door and got out. She watched him as he walked slowly down the 
street toward home. 

It was not until he had almost reached his house that she started up her car 
once more and drove off. She chastised herself for crying, telling herself 
that she would have to face things like this bravely. 

As she got back on the freeway heading toward home, she realized that 
perhaps she had been a bit harsh with mankind. Maybe all men weren't rotten, 
just a few that she had encountered. 

The more she thought about it, the more compassion she began to muster for 
Doctor Edward Stone. He had been caught in a situation similar to that which 
confronted her with Gilbert Vasquez -- he was so enchanted by Marjorie's 
physical charms that he was not able to do the thing he should have done at 
the very beginning of their relationship. 

Marjorie decided that she would give men another chance. It just was not 
right, she thought, to constantly seek satisfaction from young boys. There 
had to be another way. 

She began to think about the many handsome young men whose advances she had 
spured at the hospital. Some of them had been very successful doctors. If 
she played her cards right and changed her attitude, there would no doubt be 
many offers for dates cast in her direction. 

By then she was beginning to recognize more clearly than ever that she had 
done the right thing in the case of Gilbert Vasquez. It would hurt for a 
little while, but she would have no regrets in the final analysis. 


THE END
