THE DEGRADATION OF WIDOW PUSEY
By Jane Tanner


Chapter 1

The boy carrying out her groceries looked to be a year or so older than her own son
Kevin, who was fourteen, and this caused Mrs. Faye Pusey's cheeks to flush at the lewd
thoughts flitting unbidden through her mind. Decency demanded that she divert her
hazel eyes from the lad's plump buttocks as she hurried along behind him across the
shopping center's lighted parking lot. But the way his youthful butt rolled beneath his
form-fitting jeans excited her more than usual on this spring-like February evening.
A petite widow of thirty-three, with a boarding house to run and two children to
support, Faye was generally a very proper and serious young woman. A damned pretty
one, too, what with her lustrous brunette hair cut in the soft, curly shag currently in
vogue, providing a rather sexy frame for the delicate features of her fine-boned face.
Faye's seriousness was very much with her on this particular evening. However, she
didn't feel at all proper. Her nervous condition was getting worse, and Faye was afraid
she knew why. Sex seemed to be all she could think about lately, especially with
handsome young boys like the one pushing her basketful of groceries. It was as if some
evil imp had taken up residence inside her and was forcing her to drool over the
alluring bulges in the crotches of every good-looking young boy she saw. Heaven knew
she didn't want to, but it had been five months since her husband died, and nearly a
half year before that since he'd made love to her, and Faye was suffering.
In her own shy way, Faye had enjoyed having marital relations with her husband. Now
that she was getting over her grief, she realized just how much she really did miss the
regular sexing of married life. Her physical needs lived on, but she had no man to
satisfy them, no socially acceptable sexual outlet. Her proper period of mourning was
not yet over, so Faye steadfastly refused to seriously consider dating again.
Little wonder that Faye's troubled mind had begun to channel the strong desires of her
healthy body toward innocent young boys, for they had always been wholesomely
appealing to her. She'd allowed her subconscious mind to trick her into thinking there
was no harm in merely lusting after the untried bodies of countless boys, because there
was safety in numbers, and never in a million years had she actually intended to do
anything about it. Faye was a lady, first and foremost, and she simply hadn't been able
to conceive of herself seducing and corrupting the morals of any youngster.
Now she knew that she'd been playing with fire, and she feared she was about to get
burned. Her nerves were a tingle. The obscene imp in her head had her conscience
knocked down and was happily kicking it senseless, leaving her without a competent
mental policeman to protect her against the sudden fit of insane lust which was flaming
up within her love-starved body.
I've got to get a hold of myself Faye scolded silently as she and the grocery boy
approached her car. Oh, noooh... I would have to be parked under the one burned-out
light in the whole parking lot!
It was worse than that, or better, depending on one's point of view, because the stores
were closing. Not only was there relative darkness in the center of the lot, where Faye
had earlier parked in twilight, but the cars surrounding hers had nearly all been driven
away by this time. Opportunity was rife. The attractive boy had ogled her arid then
blushed while he'd been bagging her purchases, so Faye knew he'd thought of her in a
sensual way. Indeed, it was his sweet embarrassment over being caught admiring her
bounteous breasts that had set Faye to appraising the youthful good looks of this
bashful child.
"It's the sixty-seven Chevy right over there," she said. "Just put the groceries in 
the back seat, please."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, hurrying on ahead.
Faye dug a quarter from her purse. She couldn't really afford to tip the carry-out boys,
but she nearly always did anyway. After paying her husband's medical and burial
expenses, she'd barely had enough money left to buy the small boarding house with
which she hoped to support herself and her two fatherless children. Kevin was taking
the loss like a little man, but Cindy, who was only twelve, sorely missed her father. It
wrenched at Faye's heart to overhear her little girl crying herself to sleep, and Cindy
was still doing it once or twice a week.
Lord, how I'd like to get my hands on him!
Faye admitted to herself as she stood by watching the carry-out boy bend to his task.
He was leaning into the car, carefully placing the grocery bags on the rear seat and
floorboard, with the muscles of his luscious rump rippling beneath their covering of
tight denim material. Just the sight of him was making Faye feel reckless and
lightheaded. She moistened her soft, full lips with her tongue and gripped the quarter
she held in the sweat-dampened palm of her hand. I've got to touch him! Nothing
more, though! What can it hurt?
"The bags on the seat might topple over while I'm driving," she said, her voice
crackling with excitement. "Could you put them all on the floorboard for me?"
The youth replied courteously that he thought he could. As he began rearranging the
bags, bending lower now, Faye slipped in between him and the market basket. On the
pretext of pointing to where she wanted each bag placed, she leaned over the desirable
boy's body and put one hand lightly on his back. Her heart thumped wildly. She'd
never done anything like this. The warmth of his back against her palm felt lovely. This
was as far as Faye had intended to go, but it wasn't nearly enough.
Every jangling nerve in the cock-starved widow's curvaceous body cried out for a more
intimate physical contact with the body of this adolescent male. Impulsively she fell
onto him, letting out a little yelp of feigned surprise so he would think she'd lost her
balance. It excited her terribly. The whole thing lasted only a few seconds, but she made
the most of it by flattening her soft, womanly breasts against the startled lad's back and
pressing firmly against his out-thrust buttocks with her lower belly and her tingling
loins.
"How clumsy of me!" she exclaimed, the lewd thrill careening about within her causing
her voice to crack. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it. A rush of vertigo... Did I hurt you?"
"No, ma'am," he said, backing out of the car and shutting the door. "Vertigo?"
"A sudden dizzy spell," she explained, stretching the truth considerably. "I think I
nearly fainted. Isn't that silly of me?"
"No, ma'am," he said taking the quarter her trembling fingers were pressing into his
palm. Pocketing the coin with a, "Thank you," he stood there looking at her with
puzzled concern. "Are you all right now, ma'am? You look flushed, and you're shaking
all over. Are you sick? I could call a doctor, if you want."
He's so naive.., so beautifully innocent! Faye thought, realizing that she was indeed
flushed and shaking. But it was caused by her surge of sexual arousal, not Illness. He
has no idea how he's affecting me. What a precious child he is!
Her hazel eyes attached themselves to the prominent bulge in the crotch of his skin
tight jeans, and she had to make a fist to keep her hand from reaching out for it. She
glanced furtively around the parking lot and saw that no one in the shopping center
was paying them any attention. Did she dare? No, she didn't, but she knew she was
going to anyway. Her conscience was outraged by what she was thinking. It screamed
at her, demanding she resist the insane urge to cuddle the boy and fondle his sexual
organs.
"I'll be okay in a minute," she said, her hand fumbling at the handle of the driver's
door. "I don't need a doctor, but I would appreciate it if you would sit in my car with
me for a moment... just until this dizzy spell passes. Could you? Would you mind?"
"I ought to get back, ma'am. The market is closing, and I have to help restock the
shelves, but... Yeah, sure I will, lady. A couple of minutes won't matter." He opened the
door and helped her inside, then stood there unsurely.
Faye slid across the seat to make room for him. Her dress hiked halfway up her
shapely, nylon-encased thighs. Out of habit, she started to tug it down. Then she
noticed the boy's interest in her feminine limbs, and she immodestly pulled her dress
up instead of down, revealing to the bug-eyed youth the expanse of creamy white flesh
above the top band of her nylons, and finally the alluring vision of dark pubic hair
which could be seen through the thin material of her pale blue panties.
"I feel feverish," she explained truthfully. "Get in, please."
The kid gulped audibly as he slid in under the steering wheel, and Faye knew she was
showing him a sight he'd never seen before. He closed the door. The interior lights
went off. They were alone in the semidarkness of her car.
It was as if they were in a little world all their own now. At a distance, Faye could see
people milling about the 'shopping center, but no one was near them. She was as
nervous as the virgin she'd been on her wedding night, only much more excited illicit
thrills rippled up her spine. She'd never seduced a boy before, and didn't know how to
go about it now. The boy was nervous, too. He didn't know what to think, and was
obviously embarrassed by all the womanly goodies she displayed to him. His ignorance
of sexual ways made this innocent child all the more desirable to Faye. She experienced
an overwhelming urge to possess him.
"Feel how fast my heart is beating," she whispered, taking the boy's hand and lifting it
to her bosom, fitting his fingers over the large mound of her resilient left breast and
pressing it into his palm.
"Yeah," he gulped, his hand starting to tremble and his breath catching in his throat.
"It's beating awful fast. Are you having an attack of some kind?"
Yes, she thought, taking the lad's other hand and carrying it down between the bare
flesh of her upper thighs, I am having an attack, you adorable child! I want you
desperately! Lord, this is so depraved! I should be disgusted with myself, but I'm not! I
can't fight it any more! Oh, damn it, it's too strong!
"Don't pull away from me! I need to feel you close! Put your hands on me! I want you
to! Touch me! Anywhere you want!" She drew the boy's hand up to her steaming groin
and began rubbing her hairy hole with it through the sheer material of her secretion
 moist panty crotch band. "THERE, THERE... OHHHH... MY PUSSY, YOU LITTLE DARLING... 
CUP IT TIGHT AND... AAAAAAHH... RUB IT GOOD!"
"Ma'am? Ma'am?" the shocked youngster sputtered.
"Don't be afraid of me," Faye cooed, snaking her hand down between his leg and
fondling the firmness of his automatically rising penis. "I won't hurt you! All I want to
do is take out your dick and hold it in my hand!" She grasped his zipper and tugged it
down. "Hold still, damn it! I'm not going to hurt you!"
She thrust her hand in through his open fly and worked it inside his cotton Jockey
shorts, her nimble fingers locking around the boy's erecting pecker.
"Ooooh,. oh, what are you doing, lady?" he gasped. "You're not sick! I thought...
ohhhhhh... what do you want from me?"
"THIS!" she husked, nearly drooling at the mouth as she wrested his boyish peter from
the confines of his clothing and pulled it out into the open. "THIS IS WHAT I
WANT!" she panted, her hand working up and down on his swelling organ. "OHHH,
IT'S LOVELY! YOU'VE GOT A NICE ONE! DOES IT FEEL GOOD?! DO YOU
LIKE WHAT I'M DOING TO YOU?!"
"MMMM! YES, BUT... BUT I GOT TO GET BAAACKK!"
Faye, hotter than ever now that she had his pulsing peter in her hand, clung to him as
he squirmed fitfully about and leaned toward the door, his hand reaching for the handle
to open it.
"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE! OHHH, DON'T LEAVE ME NOW!"
"BUT I GOT TO... AAAAAH... GO, LADY! I'LL LOSE MY JOB!"
"ALL RIGHT, JUST A MINUTE, THEN!" Faye pleaded. She swung her knees up onto
the seat and began bending over the boy, her lust-glazed eyes staring hungrily down at
his exposed pecker as she lowered her head toward his lap. "JUST LET ME KISS IT
FIRST! THEN YOU CAN GO! I WANT TO PUT MY LIPS ON YOUR COCK... AND LICK IT FOR YOU!"
Faye's own words slammed luridly back into her feverish brain. It was incredible to her
that she was capable of uttering such a filthy statement. During the early years of their
marriage, her dear departed husband had frequently asked her to take his sex organ in
her mouth. She had stubbornly refused to give in to the perverse act. Not once had she
brought her face close to his loins, and never had she even considered kissing his big,
hard prick for him.
But it was different now, somehow, because of the boy's innocence and his smaller
penis, and with the desire she'd kept bottled up inside her for so long bursting into
flames and licking up into her yearning vagina, searing her viscera and driving her out
of her mind with lust.
DEAR LORD, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME?! she moaned inwardly, her lips
parting, her tongue playing over them as she brought her face closer and closer to the
hypnotizing sight of the boy's turgid column of standing sex flesh.
OHHHH... THIS IS INSANE! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE TOUCHED THE
TEMPTING BODY OF THIS BEAUTIFUL YOUNG BOY! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN
BETTER! GOD HELP ME! NOW THAT I'VE STARTED... OH, DAMN IT... I CANT
STOP! I'VE GOT TO HAVE HIM! SOME WAY! OHHHHH... PERVERSION BE
DAMNED... BECAUSE IF ACTUALLY WANT TO KISS HIS STIFF LITTLE DICK!
I'M GOING TO TAKE IT IN MY MOUTH AND TASTE IT... AND SUCK IT!
FORGIVE ME, OH PLEASE FORGIVE ME, JOHN, she groaned mentally to the
memory of her dead husband, BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, DARLING! I DON'T
KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!
It was a lie, what Faye was telling herself, because she knew exactly what she was doing.
But it was a necessary lie, for her conscience was roasting her alive, and deluding
herself provided a soothing balm for the infuriated mental guardian of her virtue. This
was a terrible moment for the prim widow, an ordeal that no decent woman should
have to suffer. But it was also wildly exciting, and she loved it.
The strong scent of the boy's aroused masculinity wafted up to her descending head.
The musky odor stung her delicate nostrils and set her mind to spinning. She
whimpered, closing her eyes and pursing her red lips.
Smack! came the wet report as she planted a kiss on the tip of his skinned-back dick.
The taut skin of his bare dickhead felt smooth as velvet to Faye's tremulous lips. She
could hear the child's labored breathing, could feel his body trembling, and she knew
he was becoming as caught up in this sordid act as she herself was. SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK! She kissed his glans penis repeatedly, her passion soaring as she realized he
was just sitting there shivering, letting her have her vulgar way with him.
"MMMMMM! IT'S SWEET! I LIKE TO KISS IT! DO MY LIPS FEEL GOOD? HOW
ABOUT THIS?"
Her shaky hand clinging to his fat stem, Faye extended her pink tongue and licked all
over the sleek bulb of his febrile crown. The salty flavor of his enlarged cockhead
assaulted her discerning taste buds, evoking from her an involuntary moan of
delectation. She could hardly believe the nasty thing she was doing to this naive young
boy. Her excitement roared in her shell-like ears. For a second, she feared she might
pass out. Yielding to this unspeakable perversion was giving her a thrill such as she'd
never dreamed existed. IT'S UNNATURAL... SUCH A DIRTY THING TO DO! her
conscience railed as she held the boy by his prick and lewdly tongue-washed the whole
pungent surface of its bloated head.
There was no turning back. Faye was out of control now, losing herself to the ungodly
wild thrill which nothing in the world can produce except plunging headlong into a
purely wicked and perverted sexual act.
And plunge she did. Emitting a whimper-like sob of surrender to her fit of unholy lust,
the heretofore properly grieving widow forgot all about her two children. Of her own
volition, she took into her sin-seeking mouth the entire four inches of the plump boy's
pulsating pecker.
"MMMMM, MMMMMMM!" Faye moaned around her mouthful of flavorful prick.
WHAT AM I DOING?! she groaned inwardly as she wrapped her soft red lips firmly
around the sturdy young stalk and began instinctively bobbing her pretty head. I
DONT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME! HE'S A TOTAL STRANGER... AND I'M SUCKING HIM OFF! OH, FATHER 
IN HEAVEN! I'M DOING FOR THIS CARRY OUT BOY WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS TOO GOOD TO DO FOR MY OWN
WONDERFUL, LOVING HUSBAND! I MUST BE LOSING MY MINDDD!!!
Faye's outraged conscience cried out mutedly, making her feel dirty and cheap. She
loathed herself for what she was doing, and yet she couldn't stop blowing the boy,
because she loved it, too. At thirty-three, this recently widowed young mother was
having her first taste of cock, and she was finding it to be absolutely delicious.
Something in her mind snapped. It was as if a switch had been thrown, shutting off her
conscience and drowning her inhibitions, leaving her free to wallow in the muck of
sheer carnality and enjoy without shame the sweet sucking of this adorable child's
palpitating peter. Faye heaved a sigh of relief and started going down on him with
mindless abandonment. Her only regret now was that she'd allowed her good husband
to go to his grave without ever experiencing the pleasure of having her make love to
him with her mouth.
But the boy's tangy little phallus delighted her mature woman's palate and titillated her
tingling taste buds, and within seconds she could think of nothing except the sweet,
sweet dick in her mouth.
"AAAAAAH... AHHHHHH!" the teen-ager sighed aloud. The sex-hungry woman
frightened him, but now that her pretty head was bobbing at his loins, he had no desire
to run away from her. He shivered with pleasure as her hot, wet mouth drew suckingly
on his sensitive peter. He'd only heard of such things. This was all brand new and
wonderful and exciting. "OHH, WOW! YEAH, LADY... OHHHHHH... OH THAT
FEELS AWFUL GOOOODDD... SUCK IT... SUCK MY DICK ALL YOU WANT TO!"
"MMMM, MMMM, MMMM!" Faye chanted, her lips working fishlike around his shaft
and her tongue lapping at the drops of clear fluid oozing from the slitted tip of his
swollen glans, her bead arcing rhythmically up and down.
There were so many things she wanted to do to and with him, but this was neither the
time nor the place. They were in public, with people all around them and cars driving
by, their lights illuminating the interior of her car. The boy bad to get back to the
market or he would lose his job. And what if the police came by and caught her
sucking him?
OH, GOD! she thought with alarm, HE'S WAY UNDER AGE! THEY COULD SEND ME TO JAIL FOR 
CORRUPTING THE MORALS OF A MINOR! I'D BETTER QUIT RIGHT NOW! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!
But she couldn't quit. The danger of sucking a boy in the center of a shopping center
parking lot only heightened her lascivious thrill. Faye knew full well she was flirting
with public disgrace, but she had no shame now. She could feel the boy's rock-hard
penis twitching out of control in her suctioning mouth, like her husband's used to
twitch in her vagina before he reached his orgasm.
HE 'S GOING TO CUM! OH, HEAVEN FORBID! I'VE GOT TO STOP, THIS
INSTANT, OR THE NEXT THING I KNOW HE'LL BE SHOOTING OFF IN MY
MOUTH! Faye groaned inwardly.
She didn't stop, though. She kept right on sucking. The evil imp within her was forcing
her to take the boy all the way. Thoroughly confused, the highly aroused young woman
found herself sucking ravenously for the very juice she dreaded to feel squirting into her
mouth. A flood of consternation washed over her. One part of her mind screamed out
in protest, while another part urged her on. She could think of nothing more vile than
to let the boy ejaculate into her mouth. It was outrageously obscene to even consider it,
and she knew it would make her feel horribly degraded if she permitted him to actually
do it.
Then, before Faye could arrive at a final decision, it was happening. She could feel the
boy shuddering just a split second before his blood-engorged organ gave a spastic jerk.
"UNNN, UUNNGGHHHHH!" he grunted, the back of his skull thudding against the
window as his eyes rolled up into their sockets and his head snapped back ecstatically.
His cockhead blew up like a balloon inside her mouth, and Faye knew it was too late
then. She shivered with a mixture of disgust and lewd anticipation. His orgasm was
starting. She couldn't take her mouth away now, or he might splash his semen all over
them both and soil their clothing. It would never do for her children to see her with
cum stains on her blouse. The only thing to do, she decided, was to let him shoot off in
her mouth. She nearly gagged at the thought, telling herself she would only hold it in
her mouth and then spit it out on the pavement later, thereby saving them both from
the shameful embarrassment of everyone who saw them knowing what they'd done.
It didn't work that way. The first jet of his pent-up load gushed all thick and creamy
into her unwilling oral cavern, and Faye bad to fight to keep from gagging on it. Then
the sharp flavor of the acrid substance seeped over her recoiling tongue and permeated
her taste buds. Faye knew she wasn't going to gag. It came as a shock to her uptight
mind, but the taste of cum was in no way repulsive to her. Unlike coffee or beer, she
realized instantly that she wouldn't have to acquire a taste for this adult beverage, for
she liked its pungency right off.
"OHHHHH... OHHHHHH!" she moaned through her passion-flared nostrils,
struggling against the strong urge to drink down his sperm as his pounding pecker
pumped it spasmodically into her mouth.
I CANT SWALLOW IT, NO MATTER HOW GOOD IT TASTES! she thought with horror. IT WOULD BE 
DEBASING... BLATANTLY OBSCENE... AND NO DECENT WOMAN WOULD INGEST SEMEN!
And then it struck her – the degrading fact that she had a cum-spewing cock in her
previously pristine mouth and she groaned with the knowledge that she was no longer
a decent woman. She'd yielded to temptation and fallen into sin. She was a cocksucking
slut, no better than a paid whore. Worse, in fact, because she'd seduced this innocent
young boy whose sexual purity was even now spiraling into her greedy mouth.
"OOOOOOOMMMMMMMM, OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" It was a
nasal sound, a mournful wail, its tone both heavy with shame and ragged with lustful
pleasure. A storm of violently incompatible emotions churned within Faye's diminutive,
five-foot-one body, for despite her sensation of utter depravity, she found herself
reveling in the ecstasy of this sinful moment.
The boy's orgasmically throbbing organ shot her mouth so full of cum that her dainty
pink tongue was fairly swimming in a foamy sea of the steaming stuff. It was either
swallow or drown. She swished her tongue through the glutinous mass, savoring its
heady taste. Then she whimpered and began gulping it down, thrilling anew as the
thick cream from his boyish balls washed warmly down her straining throat.
Feeling like a horrible pervert but loving it, she drank his white, hot cum jet by
satisfying jet until at last she had taken all he had to give her. There was a glow of
warmth emanating from the jiggling pool of fresh sperm in her stomach when his peter
began to go soft in her quivering mouth. Sucking down with all her might and
whipping his shrinking cockhead with her tongue, Fay drained the boy's spongy organ
of its last reluctant drops before she allowed it to slip with a lascivious slurp from
between her puffy, sperm-streaked lips.
"OHHHHHH... OH, DEAR GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" she moaned, hurling
herself back from the gasping boy and beginning to pant for breath as her slippery
tongue slithered out and licked the string a of sweet-tasting boy cum from her
trembling oral petals.
"I get off in about an hour, lady," the lad ventured. "If you want to come pick me up,
maybe we could... well, you know."
"NOOH! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LET
ME DO IT! YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY CAR!"
"Wha'd I do wrong, lady?" the teen-ager whined. "I thought you liked it, and I know I
did!" He sat up straight and started stuffing his flaccid rod back inside his pants.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you! It wasn't your fault! Just go away, please! Oh, I
feel so dirty!"
The youth threw her a puzzled, nervous look as he climbed out of the car. Then he shut
the door and ran off pushing the market basket ahead of him.
Faye buried her tear-streaked face in her shaking hands and gave herself over to a fit of
bitter sobbing. Never in all her life had she felt so worthless and miserable as she did
now. The heat of the moment had passed, leaving her guilt-stricken and humiliated to
the core. It was like a nightmare, only she was awake and it'd been all too real. She
could hardly believe the damning truth about herself – that she, a virtuous woman
who'd gone to her marriage bed a virgin and had never once in fifteen years of married
life ever so much as looked at another man, had on this night tricked a young boy into
her car and then deprived him of his purity by sucking his dick and drinking his cum
like a screaming whore.
She thought she would die of shame. She almost wished she could, because she didn't
know if she could stand to live with herself after this. Faye started her car and began
driving home. It was only a short distance from the market, and when she turned off
the thoroughfare onto the narrow street leading to her boarding house, her vision was
still somewhat blurred by tears.
The shadowy figure staggered off the curb and lurched toward her just as Faye swung
the Chevy into the center of the street and aimed it toward her driveway. She hit the
brakes, but too late. There was a sickening thump against the right front fender. The
man screamed horribly as he did a backward somersault in midair. Then he hit the
pavement and rolled over and over, coming to rest in the gutter.
Terrified, Faye leaped from the car and rushed over to him. He was lying there holding
his back, groaning piteously. His face was a mask of excruciating pain, his features so
contorted that Faye didn't recognize him at first glance.
"MY BACK! GOD, MISSUS PUSEY, MY BA-AACCKKK!!! DOC BROPHY! CALL DOC BROPHY!"
"OH, MY GOD, YOU'RE MISTER SHELDON!" Faye cried, finally recognizing the
drunk who'd been boarding with her for a month. She could not abide drunkards, even
harmless ones like Mr. Sheldon, so she'd informed the small wiry man he would have
to Leave. This was the last night of his prepaid room and board, and now this. She'd
run over the poor man, maybe broken his back. She felt awful over it, and had to
struggle with herself to keep from panicking. "I'm sorry, Mister Sheldon! OH, I'M SO
SORRY! Can you walk? Maybe if I help you, we can make it to the house."
"DON'T MOVE ME! MY BACK! AARGH! DOC BROPHY! I WANT DOC BROPHY!"
"Yes! Yes, all right, I'll call him!" Faye promised, and she ran into the house, icy fingers
of fear gripping her palpitating heart.
Brophy, a large portly man of about fifty, arrived within five minutes from the time
Faye called him. Together they rolled the pain-racked body of poor little Mr. Sheldon
on a stretcher, and Faye helped lift the moaning victim of her carelessness into the back
of the doctor's station wagon. She stood in the street, sick at heart and wringing her
hands, watching until the taillights of the doctor's vehicle disappeared from view.
It was ten o'clock the following morning when the insurance investigator arrived.
"Missus Pusey?" he asked when she opened the door.
The grief-stricken Faye nodded. He introduced himself and showed her his
identification, and Faye took him into the parlor.
"Would you like a cup of coffee, Mister Copeland?"
"No, thank you," he replied. He was all business but gentlemanly, for he waited until
Faye had settled nervously on the edge of an overstuffed chair before he took a seat on
the couch facing her.
Despite her guilt over the carry-out boy and her remorse over poor Mr. Sheldon, Faye
could not help noticing that the redhead seated before her was a rather handsome man.
He looked freshly scrubbed and boyishly wholesome, what with his freckled skin and
dimpled chin and unruly coppery-red hair. The insurance investigator appeared to be in
his late thirties, and even in Faye's troubled state of mind, he appealed to her in a way
that no man other than her husband ever had. She knew she looked a mess – her eyes
were bloodshot from lack of sleep and red-rimmed from crying – and she regretted this,
especially when her inquisitive gaze took note of the band of lighter skin on his ringless
ring finger.
"The police took your statement of the accident?"
Faye nodded. "Last night. It was all my fault. I told them so."
His thick red eyebrows drew together in a frown. "I wish you hadn't done that. It
makes it much more difficult for us to settle."
"But I ran over the poor man with my car," Faye objected. "I knocked him right up into
the air. I could actually see him flipping over in midair! It was horrible, the way he
screamed. I thought I'd killed him."
"But you didn't kill him."
"No. His back was badly injured, though."
"So his lawyer claims."
"It was. I could see that. He couldn't move his legs. Have you been to the hospital to
see him? Did I break his back? Oh, dear Lord, I hope he isn't going to be paralyzed for
life!"
"Mister Sheldon isn't in the hospital. He's in a room at Doctor Brophy's private office.
No, I haven't seen him yet. The doctor wouldn't permit it. He claims that Mister
Sheldon's back is broken, and that he has him in a cast and under sedation."
Faye closed her eyes with a grimace. She'd feared the worst, and now she was hearing
it. A choking sob racked her body, but she shed no new tears; she had already cried
herself dry. "When your car struck Sheldon, Missus Pusey, you say the impact hurled
him into the air?" "That's right. I could see him in the air, turning, as if he were doing
a backward somersault. And he was screaming! It was dreadful, Mister Copeland. I'll
never forget it for as long as I live. I feel like throwing up every time I think about it."
"Yes," he said. "Of course." And then he paused, studying on her words. "It strikes me
as odd, doesn't it you?"
"Odd? What do you mean?"
"How fast were you going?"
"Oh, I don't know. Ten or fifteen miles an hour, maybe. I had started my turn in to the
driveway."
Copeland made a note of this. "At that rate of speed, a pedestrian should be flung to
the ground not hurled into the air, as you say. And your fender isn't even-dented."
A blank stare was Faye's only reply, for she knew nothing of such matters.
"Were there any witnesses?" Copeland asked hopefully.
"None," Faye answered, shaking her head slowly. "What are you thinking, Mister
Copeland? Surely you don't intend to take this to court and try to avoid paying Mister
Sheldon. I ran the poor man down! I broke his back! He may be paralyzed! I insist that
he be taken care of! What do you think I have insurance for? I've kept up the full
amount. I used to think my husband carried too much insurance on everything, but
when he died, I learned different. Tell me you're not going to try to cheat Mister
Sheldon, please, because I won't let you get away with it."
The investigator smiled for the first time since he'd entered the house, and his voice
took on a more friendly tone. "Your attitude is admirable, Missus Pusey, but you
needn't worry about my company's ethics. I can assure you that if Mister Sheldon's case
warrants it, we'll pay to the full extent of your policy's personal liability coverage, one
hundred thousand dollars. But we don't pay out that kind of money without a thorough
investigation. Now, suppose you tell me exactly how the accident occurred." He took a
cassette recorder from his attaché case and turned it on, then leaned across and
extended the microphone toward Faye. "Speak into the mike, and tell it just as it
happened, please. Try not to leave out anything, no matter how unimportant it may
seem to you."
Having her words recorded made Faye nervous, but she spoke clearly into the
microphone and recounted the accident in all its gory detail. When she finished, her
hands were trembling. Copeland instructed her to start at the first and tell it again. This
irritated Faye. But when he told her that because of her initial nervousness she might
possibly have left out something of importance to him in his investigation, she agreed
to his request and began plodding through the gruesome details of it once more.
Then Copeland started asking her questions about Sheldon, and they were personal
questions totally unrelated to the accident as such. He wanted to know where Sheldon
worked, where he'd come from, how long he'd lived at the boarding house, what he did
for entertainment, how much did he drink, whom did he associate with, etc.
Faye answered as best she could, but she knew very little about Sheldon. All she could
tell him was that Sheldon had boarded with her for exactly one month, that he
apparently had no friends or job, and that he stayed in his room a lot and drank to
excess.
"Do you carry your insurance card in your purse, Missus Pusey? The one with your
policy's limits of coverage listed on it."
"Why, yes I do. Why do you ask?"
"Because I see a purse on the piano. Is it yours?"
"Yes, it's mine."
"Is that where you usually leave it?"
"No, that's not where I usually leave it, but I don't see where that's any concern of
yours, Mister Copeland!"
He grinned. "Missus Pusey, did anyone ever tell you you're downright cute when you
get angry?'
Faye blushed and lowered her softening gaze. "No," she laughed, "not for years and
years."
"Well, you are, and I hope you'll forgive my impudence in saying so. But the purse, it
could be important. I try not to overlook anything. Do you often leave it on the piano?"
"No, not often," she replied, returning her gaze to his face and liking what she saw.
"Sometimes you do though, right?" "I suppose I must. It's there now, isn't it?" "And
your boarders have access to the parlor?" "Yes, of course. The TV is here, and we all
have to pass through the parlor when we enter or leave the house by the front door.
But there are no thieves living here. Nothing has been stolen."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "That isn't what I was thinking. Will you grant me
this, Missus Pusey? That Sheldon had the opportunity to examine the contents of your
purse?"
"Why, I guess so. But why would he want to that? As I said, nothing has been stolen
from me. Copeland changed the subject, asked for the cup of coffee she'd previously
offered, and remained to chat with her for a moment on what seemed to be a purely
personal level. She learned his first name was Max, and that he was recently divorced.
He left shortly, saying he would be in touch with her again.
Though it was mid-February, the sun shone brightly down on El Paso, Texas, and the
temperature had risen to the high eighties. It felt good, lazy, pleasant. This was only a
preview a summer, for it was too early to stay this nice, but Max Copeland was
enjoying it while it lasted.
In shirt sleeves and tie, his suit coat was in his car, Max paused on the porch of Mrs.
Pusey's boarding house to suck his lungs full of the good clean air. A smile crept over
his freckled boyish face as he stretched luxuriously. That Faye Pusey was some kind of
woman, small but stacked, an pretty as all get out. His dong gave an involuntary throb
as he imagined what it might be like to bang her. Mentally he pronounced her name
Pussy instead of the proper pronunciation, which was Pyoo'ze, and he chuckled,
deciding she would be well worth the trouble it would take to lay her! But it would take
time, because she was clearly lady, and business came first. Max reminded himself he
was on a case. He put the sweet face and desirable curvaceous body of Faye Pusey out
of his mind and walked out to have another look at her car.
He was glad he did, because he hadn't noticed ii the first time, and he doubted the
police had either, since they'd made their investigation in the darkness. It was almost
unnoticeable, the light film of fine West Texas dust on Mrs. Pusey's five-year-old Chevy.
No one would have noticed the faint handprint on the right front fender unless they'd
been looking for it. But it was there, between the wheel well and the front end of the
car, as if someone had slapped the fender.
Max's suspicious mind conjured up the mental image of Sheldon slapping the fender
and then hurling himself up into the air with a backward somersault. Perhaps he was
wrong, but such things had happened, and he was taking no chances. He snapped a
picture of the handprint with his miniature camera. Then he opened his attaché case
and began trying to lift at least one clear fingerprint.
There were too many things in this case which didn't add up right, and he couldn't
shake the feeling that there'd been no accident. He hadn't told Mrs. Pusey, because 
she had enough on her mind and would find out soon enough anyway, but Sheldon's
lawyer was threatening to sue her for a million dollars. It was a ridiculous sum, of
course. Faye Pusey couldn't possibly pay it. But if Sheldon got a court judgment for
even a fourth of that amount against the comely widow, he would collect the entire
hundred thousand dollars insurance money. He would also get her boarding house, and
her car, and any savings she might have.
If Sheldon's back was really broken, why wasn't he in a hospital instead of Brophy's
office? He didn't buy the doctor's statement that Sheldon couldn't be moved. This
whole thing looked like a put-up job to the sharp investigator, a dastardly scheme to
defraud his insurance company and fleece a defenseless widow of everything she owned.
It smelled rotten to Max, and if there was fraud, as he suspected, he intended to prove
it, for both the sake of his company and the lovely Mrs. Pusey. Thinking of the latter,
he strode off toward his car whistling the tune of a song containing the words, How she
makes me quiver; how she makes meee sigh.


Chapter 2

The temperature rose into the low nineties around one that afternoon, and there was
virtually no breeze at all to stir the still air. It became stuffy inside the two-story
boarding house, but the weather outside was beautiful. Faye's work was done until four,
when she would have to start preparing supper for her children and her remaining six
boarders, all of whom were very understanding and sympathetic about the accident.
She was alone in the house. Her kids were at school, and all her boarders worked
during the day – with the exception of poor Mr. Sheldon, who was at Brophy's as a
result of her careless driving.
Faye wanted to put Mr. Sheldon and her troubles out of her mind for a while. She
knew it would do her good to get out in the sun. She thought of taking a long brisk
walk, then decided against it. But she didn't want to waste this rare summer day in
February. On an impulse, she decided a short sun bath would do her a world of good,
and she started toward hers and her daughter Cindy's room to put on her swimsuit.
There was no one in the house, and her back yard had a high, concrete block fence
around it, so Faye felt relatively safe from prying eyes as she emerged from her back
door. Clad in her rather skimpy two-piece bathing suit and carrying a blanket under
her arm, she walked gingerly on the tender soles of her bare feet out to the center of the
back yard. She felt a little iffy as she spread her blanket. After all, it was February, even
though the weather was ideal for sunbathing. She was already out here in her swimsuit,
though, and the warm sun felt lovely on her smooth, white skin. She shrugged off the
fear of appearing ridiculous – no one would see her anyway – and smoothed out her
blanket before she lay down on her stomach with her head cradled in her upraised
arms.
"Mmm," she sighed aloud. "Oh, this is nice, February or not."
She began to perspire. It felt good. She stretched, and pressed her loins against the
coolness of the good earth filtering up through her blanket. Faye was thinking of Max
Copeland now, and the pressure against her clefted mound sent a surprisingly pleasant
sensation rippling through her abdomen. Automatically she associated the pleasurably
sensual feeling with Max. She wriggled about, thinking how virile and good-looking
Max was, wondering how it would be with him. Faye blushed and shoved the indecent
thought from her mind. It was entirely unacceptable to her. She was still in mourning,
a widow, and after last night, she knew she was going to have to be on constant guard
against the sinful nature of her secret inner being.
After about ten minutes, Faye turned over onto her back. Her complexion was very fair,
and she didn't want to burn. About ten more minutes, with the deeply penetrating rays
of the sun warming and relaxing the front of her well-proportioned body, then she
would go into the house and take a nice, cool shower. She didn't want to overdo it this
first time and wind up looking like a lobster and having her skin peel.
It was perhaps three minutes later when Faye got the uncomfortable feeling that hungry
male eyes were staring at her. She ignored it for a moment, telling herself that she was
only imagining it, but the sensation became all the stronger.
Shading her eyes with her left forearm, she opened her eyelids and peered nervously
about.
Someone was indeed watching her, but when she saw who it was, she smiled and
relaxed. It was only Joey, the thirteen-year-old son of the couple who lived in the
nearest side of the two-story double next door. Nothing but his head was visible.
Apparently he was seated in a chair at the window of his upstairs bedroom. Faye waved
at him, and the kid waved back.
The poor child was mentally retarded. They said he had the mind of an eight-year-old
and would never get any better. His mother refused to put him in an institution,
though. Joey was Ida's only child – she was afraid to have another – and she loved him
despite his moronic condition. Joey was her responsibility, Ida insisted, and she took
loving good care of the lad.
Faye had only a speaking acquaintance with Joey's father, but she was getting to know
Ida and the boy, and she liked them both. In spite of Joey's mental retardation, he was
physically well developed, a truly handsome little guy, and reasonably easy to manage.
As a neighborly favor, Faye had watched after Joey a couple of time while his mother
had gone shopping. She felt sorry for the boy, and even more so for Ida. All in all, Joey
was a sweet boy – toilet trained and able to feed, dress and bathe himself – but as a
mother herself, Faye knew how heartbreaking it must be to have a child who would still
be the mental equivalent of an eight-year-old when he was fifty and losing his hair to
baldness.
Considering Faye's estimate of Joey as a harmless child to be pitied, one can easily
understand how shocked she was when the physically precocious thirteen-year-old
stood up and showed her his prick. And that's exactly what he did. Joey jumped up
stark naked inside his open bedroom window, waving at Faye with one hand, while
with the other he waggled at her a rip roaring erection that looked ridiculously large for
his age and body size.
Flabbergasted, the sunbathing young woman could only suck in her startled breath and
stare with open-mouthed astonishment at the ludicrous sight. As she watched with a
sense of horrified fascination, Joey began moving his hand up and down the turgid
white column of his oversized penis, exposing to her unblinking eyes over and over
again the rosy-red meat of his enlarged dickhead. The little bugger was jacking off right
before her eyes.
This was something she would never have expected, from Joey of all people. But he was
doing it, and for her benefit, too. He apparently wanted her to watch. He seemed to be
proud of what he was doing. Was he showing off for her? Did he think she would want
to see such a disgusting performance? Faye didn't know what Joey was thinking, but if
he thought seeing him masturbate would excite her, he was right! She didn't want to
admit it, even to herself, but she was suddenly reeling with desire as she lay there
watching the little kid stroke his lovely, man-sized organ. She couldn't tear her gaze
away. The lewd spectacle held her spellbound. She could feel the juices flowing inside
her vagina. She licked longingly at her lips without being aware of doing so. By the
time Joey's cum spurted onto the screen and began trickling down to his window sill,
the crotch of Faye's bathing trunks was wet and slick. It had affected her that much and
that fast.
MY GOD, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! she screamed silently, flushing with shame
as, belatedly, she snatched up her blanket and ran into the house.
Disgusted with herself, Faye threw the blanket on the bed she shared with her daughter
and plopped down with her head between her shaking hands. Her elbows resting on
her trembling thighs, she remained motionless for several minutes, her chest heaving as
she stared blankly down at her dainty toes and tried to get a grip on herself. She could
not. There was a fire inside her sex starved loins, and it refused to go out.
Groaning, she flung herself back on the bed and mauled the aching orbs of her luscious
big breasts. The soles of her feet dug into the mattress. She ripped off the top of her
swimsuit and spread her legs, whimpering and sobbing as she tweaked harshly at the
tender, swollen cones of her coral nipples, her hips pumping up and down in an almost
insane desire to be screwed.
"I'M LOSING MY MIND!" she wailed, leaping off the bed as soon as she realized how
horrible she was acting. "I'VE GOT TO HAVE RELIEF!"
A cold shower had never been more in order. If that didn't work, Faye didn't know
what she would do. She had never indulged in the solitary sin of masturbation, but
Faye was sorely tempted to give it a try now. When she pulled off the bottom of her
bathing suit, she saw that the inside of its crotch fairly sparkled with her sticky cuntal
fluids. So did her groin. The crisp, dark hair of her pubic triangle was plastered to her
skin in shimmering wet ringlets. The lips of her sex stood out all puffed up and red,
pouting and quivering.
It was incredible to her how swiftly she'd been aroused to a feverish pitch of lustful
need, and all because she'd watched a mentally retarded kid jack off. The obscene
display should've turned her off, not on! In her mind's eye she could still see Joey's
organ spitting cum. This was terribly upsetting to Faye; because even now she still
wished she'd been able to get her lips on him and have his sperm jetting into her
mouth instead of being wasted on a damned window screen. Thoughts like this were
enough to shake the faith of a morally upright woman such as Faye.
The doorbell rang just as Faye spun on the cold water tap and braced herself to jump
into the icy shower. She grumbled to herself as she turned off the water and slipped
into her robe. Clutching the intimate garment over her breasts and loins, she padded
barefoot up the hail and through the parlor. It was Ida, her next-door neighbor, all
dressed up and smiling brightly, with her son Joey, fully dressed now, standing
expressionless at her side.
"Oh, did I wake you, Faye? Were you having a nap? I was hoping you could look after
Joey for a couple of hours while I run downtown. Would you mind terribly?"
After what Joey had done, Faye most certainly did mind. She was scared; not of the
boy, but of what she herself might do if left alone with him in her present condition.
But how could she refuse without telling Ida that her mentally deficient son was an
exhibitionist? She couldn't do it, though her better judgment told her she was making a
mistake, because the poor woman had a heavy enough burden to bear already.
She found herself assuring Ida that she'd be glad to, and telling her not to worry about
Joey, because he was no bother at all. Then Ida was gone, and she and Joey were alone
in the parlor, and the boy's dull, almond-shaped eyes were losing their dullness,
beginning to gleam lustfully, and he was moving toward her, the front of his trousers
tenting way, way out.
"Joey," Faye said, clutching her robe together and backing unsurely away from the
slowly advancing dimwit, "what you did... it wasn't very nice. I did not like it. I don't
want you ever to do that again. Do you hear me, Joey? Don't look at me that way! Stop!
Right here! Stay in the parlor and watch TV! I'm going to my room and get dressed!
No! you mustn't follow me!"
Joey could speak when he wanted to, but he wasn't speaking now. The gleam in his
dark almond eyes wasn't exactly threatening, and he wasn't trying to touch Faye yet,
but he wasn't paying any attention to her. He matched her step for step as she backed
fearfully into the hallway, keeping distance between them as she made her way toward
the safety of the bedroom she shared with her daughter.
Spittle drooled from one corner of the youth's mouth. The expression on his handsome
face revealed at a glance what was on his dull mind. He licked his full lips and made a
funny noise in his throat, his eyes smoldering as they swept devouringly up and down
the robed body of the cringing young widow. -
"I want... want to... fuck you," Joey said bluntly, his speech faltering, the way it did
when he became excited.
"Joey!" Faye scolded, feeling along the wall for the knob as she neared the door to her
bedroom. "For heaven's sake, don't talk that way! It's vulgar.., and you couldn't possibly
know what you're saying!"
He grinned, and slipped into the room with her when the shocked young woman
opened the door and backed inside. "I know. There was a woman... what used to live
other side of our house... and she... she like me. A lot. Mildred was good to me... liked
me. .. said I have a big cock... and she let me... in her bed. I never told nobody... but
you now. And I won't tell... my mother about... us, Missus Pusey. Won't never, never
tell! Here... look at my cock again! You want to see it? Up close this time?"
"No! Joey, don't! Leave that thing in your pants!"
But the boy already had his erected organ out.
Apparently he knew the power it held over Faye, for he watched her eyes and began
skinning his dick back and forth. "You like it?" he asked, stepping to within a foot of
her, grinning lewdly as he took her wrist, her robe falling open at the top to reveal her
magnificent breasts as he drew her reluctant, trembling hand down toward his cock.
"Touch it," he urged, and placed her palm on the thick, pulsing shaft.
"Nooh... oh, noooo!" Faye whimpered, her fingers taking it upon themselves to encircle
the circumference of his hypnotizing dong.
Faye didn't want to hold Joey's hot penis, but she couldn't seem to get that message
through to her hand. It clung to his shaft, stroking it. She could hardly get her breath.
When she looked down between their bodies, she was shocked to see both of her hands
eagerly fondling the desirable prick. Her robe hung open all the way down the front,
giving the mentally deficient boy a look at everything she had.
"Pretty," he mumbled, his hot little hands roaming her titties and belly. "The bed.
Come on. We gonna fuck... me and you... real good, too!"
"This is sheer madness!" Faye whined, forcing her hands to give up the poker-stiff
column of appealing cockflesh. "No, Joey, we can't! It's out of the question! Please... oh,
please don't!"
Joey's breath was labored now, his eyes glassy with lust. He drew down the robe from
the shoulders of the shivering, softly sobbing young widow, and let it fall to the floor
about her feet. Then he took her beautiful, naked body in his arms and brought his lips
to hers, his eyes gazing into hers as he simultaneously stabbed the hot spear of his
throbbing erection into the softness of her belly and drove his tongue into the warm
cavern of her yielding wet mouth.
"OOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"
The agonized groan hurled itself up from the depths of Faye's tortured body, and she
knew she was going to let this dull-witted boy skewer her with his big, sweet dick. It
felt marvelous boring into her abdomen. There was no use pretending. Despite her
sham" over the indecency of it, she was wild to have his massive organ inside her, to
feel it thrusting into her weeping vagina, where no man but her departed husband had
ever been. She uttered a gurgling sound of submission and threw her arms around him,
hugging him, rubbing against him and sucking his persuasive tongue hungrily.
Caught up in a steamy fog of lust, Faye was only dimly aware that she was moaning
and writhing about on the bed as she watched Joey stripping off his clothes.
"HURRY! OH, PLEASE HURRY! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! I'M DYING TO
FEEL YOUR COCK PUSHING INTO ME!"
The voice, ragged with passion, belonged to a woman, and Faye's shame nearly scalded
her as she recognized the words as her own.
Then Joey appeared above her, his bare chest grazing the sensitive tips of her tumid
nipples, his turgid penis slapping between her upper thighs and poking erratically at
her groin. A. slave to her feverish desire by this time, Faye reached down and took the
flopping prong in her hand. She skinned it back and guided the bald dome into the
shimmering wetness of her coral cunt lips, tugging at it, wedging the huge crown into
her fluted portal.
"OH, GOD, YOU'RE BIGGG!!!" she wailed, wincing with a delicious burst of pain as
her hairy slot opened and took in the flesh-splitting head of his member.
"NNN!" Joey grunted, lunging downward and impaling her with one vicious thrust.
Joey's phallus was bigger than her husband's had been. Faye sucked in her breath
raggedly and shuddered with pleasured shock when she felt it ramming deep into her
cock-starved belly. The head of his dick banged into her womb, jarring her teeth. A
fraction of a second later his mound crashed against her soft mons veneris, jolting her
tiny body. His dangling testicles swung forward and made a salacious slap as they
whacked into the crack of her quivering asscheeks.
She threw back her head and vented the ecstasy of her mixture of pleasure and pain
with guttural groans from the core of her delighted being,
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAHHHHGGGGHHHHH
HGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Evidently Mildred, the woman Joey had mentioned, had liked her sexing rough, because
the big-dicked boy began cramming the cock to Faye hard and fast the instant he'd hit
cunt-bottom. He didn't give her time to catch her breath, so she couldn't tell him to
slow down and take it easy. He knocked the wind out of her as fast as she sucked it
into her lungs. His oversized instrument reamed into the stretched opening of her
fluttering, hair-fringed hole with long, rapid thrusts, pushing and pulling at the
gripping ring of her cuntal petals, while the hard-rubber head of his rod battered away
at the neck of her pear-shaped uterus, bruising the tender flesh of that most feminine of
all female organs.
"IT HURTS, JOEY!" she cried, her hands gripping the bedspread beside her hips. "I
CACAN'T BREATHE! OHHHHHHH... OH, YOU'RE KILLING ME! GOD, IT
HURTS SOOO GOOOODDDD!!!"
This was the first screwing Faye had had in a year, and the roughest, most deeply
penetrating one ever. The mentally retarded boy was a wild, panting thing between her
out flung legs. The incessant thrusting of his womb-jamming dong into the moist,
responsive sheath of her snug vagina kept her grunting and groaning constantly. It was
heaven and hell, all rolled into one. This kind of sex was brand new to Faye. There was
no love involved, no tenderness, both of which she'd been used to with her husband.
Joey was taking her ruthlessly, using her body for his own pleasure, rutting his firm
young dick into her with blind, raging lust.
"YESSS... OH, LORD, YESSS!!! FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE!!!" Faye screeched, her
head lolling rapturously from side to side as she drew up her legs and began working
with him.
She was caught up in the frenzied emotion of this raw sexing. Pleasure bombarded her
lust fogged brain illicit thrills raced about in her rippling belly as she started humping
her dribbling snatch up to meet the inrushing length of pistoning packer, making her
oblivious of everything else. It no longer mattered to Faye that Joey was a moron, and
only thirteen, because he had a real big cock and was giving her the most thorough
screwing of her life, and it was glorious.
"AAAAAAHH-AAAAHHHHHH!" she squealed, grabbing the muscular cheeks of
Joey's arcing rump as her loins tightened in orgasmic readiness. A tremor racked her
sweat sheened body as the full impact of her intense climax hit her.
"CUMMING... OHHHH... AHHHHH... OH, JESUS, JESUSSSS... GAAAHHH... I'M
CCCUUMMMUINNNGGG!"
Faye clung to the boy's buttocks, shuddering uncontrollably and sobbing brokenly as
her insides convulsed rhythmically around his hot, jabbing organ. She'd expected him
to thrust it all the way into her and join her in this moment of ecstasy, as her husband
had always done. But Joey wasn't ready to cum yet. He fucked her all the harder,
driving his long dong a mile a minute into the squishing canal of her spasmodically
clutching sheath. It was ungodly good to be screwed so hard while she was cumming,
and cumming, and cumming! Faye thought her soul-rending orgasm would never end.
She could hear herself screaming with the agonizing bliss of it. And then it was over,
and she had found the blessed relief which she'd so desperately needed.
The relief from her widowly suffering lasted no longer than had the outpouring of pent 
up sexual tensions which had affected it, however, for Joey gave her no respite. He kept
powering the hard man meat to her, his sturdy piston pumping the sump of her well oiled 
penile receptacle. In less than a minute he'd caught her ebbing passion and fanned
the embers of her carnal desire into a new bonfire of blazing lust. Faye was hotter than
ever now. The flames of her sexual craving licked searingly up into her rippling, sweat 
slick belly.
"OH, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!" she whined, burying her face in the crook of the lad's
neck.
Her hands skidded caressingly over his back. Her legs lifted and coiled around him like
two gripping pythons. She locked her trim ankles over the small of his back and began
spurring the clenching and unclenching cheeks of his wildly gyrating butt.
"GIVE IT TO ME! HARDER! AAARRRGGGGHHHHH! OH, OHH! I LOVE ITTT...
NEVER STP... 000UUUUUU... OHHHHHHHH!!!"
The boy had no more to give her. He was already fucking into her like some demented
being, and his heavy balls were drawing up toward his groin. His orgasm was
imminent, and he was lost in the fit of tormenting bliss preceding it.
Faye could feel the boy's stalk twitching erratically as he socked it to her with shorter
and harder jabs. It was too soon. His big, lovely phallus had plunged her to the depths
of animal depravity, and now, just when she wanted more than anything in the world
to go on fucking for hours, he was going to cum! She pounded his buttocks with the
heels of her flailing feet and raked his back with her fingernails, wailing out in anguish.
"NOT YET, JOEY! OH, DARLING, PUL-EEZEEE! DON'T CUM YET! HOLD IT
BACK AND... AAH, AAH... FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FFUUCCKK MMMEEEEE!!!"
For a few seconds longer the kid gave her exactly what she was so shamelessly begging
for.
Then all at once he rammed his thumping pole taproot deep into the red-lipped gash of
her hairy hole. Joey squealed shrilly, then began grunting and drooling saliva on her
shoulders as his jerking cock spewed a geyser-like stream of hot, sticky cum into the
moist heat of her palpitating abdomen. It gushed from his swollen cockhead at point blank 
range, and the glutinous mass of steaming sperm splashed luridly over the ultra sensitive 
mouth of her fluttering womb.
"NOOH... OH, NOOOO!" she whined, shaking her head in protest, for she was
nowhere near ready for this. But she could feel keenly his scalding semen shooting into
her, and this provided a lesser but purely wicked thrill of its own. She held him into her
right up to his balls and began sobbing softly.
When he withdrew his shrinking penis and flopped down beside her, Faye didn't
hesitate for a second. His spongy tool glistened wetly with the slime of their mixed
sexual secretions, but it was in no way repulsive to her. Indeed not, for in her present
state of bitch-dog heat, the flaccid, sex-slick peter looked deliciously suckable.
Faye's gorgeous tits hung down from her chest, jiggling enticingly while she knelt
beside Joey and lowered her head toward his fragrant genitals. She cradled his relaxing
nuts in the palm of her left hand and captured with the eager fingers of her right hand
the slippery eel of his deflating peter. The delicate features of her pretty face were
contorted with lust as she lifted the limber organ and took the sperm-smeared head into
the soft red circle of her puffy oral petals.
"MMMM... UUUMMMM!" she sighed, holding his stem erect and sucking into her
mouth the top three inches, her tongue sliding round and around the leachy tube of
secretion-coated dickflesh.
The pungent flavor of their combined fuck juices bit sharply into her tingling taste
buds. She moaned and took the whole of his shrunken organ into her mouth, her lips
and tongue working greedily to clean it of every delicious drop. Only dimly aware of
her licentious action, Faye glued her tender lips to the whimpering child's fatty mound
and sucked down harshly. Maintaining the strong suction, she lifted her head slowly,
letting her lips draw out obscenely around his soft shaft. She pulled up on it, her cheeks
sinking in and quivering. She paused with nothing but his tumescent glans remaining
in her hungry mouth, her small pink tongue laying slavishly at the boy's velvet smooth
bulb.
Her urgent need for more screwing had brought the sexually deprived young widow to
her knees, and she'd willingly taken his soiled pecker into her mouth. Her primary
mission was to coax Joey's pleasure-giving prong back to a state of full erection, so she
could experience again the thrill of feeling it ramming in and out of her sperm-dripping
cunt. Her desire to be fucked had never been stronger. But Joey had cummed twice
already this afternoon. His penis was sluggish and slow to respond, so her work was cut
out for her.
No matter. In her condition of wild arousal, it was almost as good to have his delicious
organ in her hot hungry mouth as in her steaming, snapping pussy. From the top of
her pretty head down to the tips of her dainty toes, the comely young widow was
nothing but a feverish hunk of slavering female fuckstuff. Her mind was out of it by
this time. Faye had no will of her own. The raging need within her body ruled her
mind completely. There wasn't an inch of Joey's beautiful boyish body that her lips
were not eager to sample.
"OH, DEAR GOD, I'M ON FIRE!" she moaned, letting the half-hard tube of his
reawakening peter slip from her suctioning oral cavern with a wet, lascivious slurp.
Faye swung between the kid's legs and began licking his balls and planting wet kisses
all over his sweaty groin. Her tongue slithered under his wrinkled scrotum and
scrubbed the inch of flesh between his genitals and his anus. She hadn't intended to,
and wasn't conscious of how she arrived there, but all of a sudden her lips were pressed
to the darling boy's crinkled anal region, and the tip of her exploring tongue found
itself tickling right into the somewhat smelly buttonhole of his tiny rectum.
The strong musky scent between his warm, sweat-moist asscheeks excited Faye
tremendously. She inhaled deeply of the beady aroma and, all at once, she had the
insane desire to lick into his body. It was incredible to her that she should want to do
such a vile, filthy thing, but she was beyond reason, lost for the present in the raging
inferno of an all-consuming lust. Instead of resisting her depraved urge, she emitted a
whimper-like sob and stuck her tongue right into the lad's tight, hot asshole.
The dark brown taste inside his murky anal canal made Faye's senses reel. She couldn't
believe that she, a virtuous widow who had always been disgusted by any sort of
perversion, actually had her mouth pressed to an asshole and her tongue rammed up it.
The gross vulgarity of what she was doing, especially with such a young, retarded child,
slammed luridly into her spinning mind. She moaned piteously and started licking even
deeper into the furnace-like tunnel of Joey's elastic butthole.
I CAN'T HELP MYSELF! I DON'T EVEN WANT TO! she groaned inwardly, letting
herself wallow in the muck of carnality which was sucking her down like quicksand.
I'M SO HOTTT! EVEN HIS ASSHOLE IS GOOD! I'VE NO SHAME LEFT...
OHHHHHH... NONE AT ALL! THIS IS SUCH A FILTHY THING TO DO! IT'S A
CRIME AGAINST NATURE... A HORRIBLE SIN! BUT, OH, GOD, IT'S SOOO EX CCHTTHNNGGG!!!
As for Joey, the boy merely lay there gasping with pleasure while this beautiful
neighbor lady held his sweaty buttocks apart with her fingers and plunged her hot, wet
tongue rapid-fire in and out of his erogenous rectum. This was something Mildred had
never done.
Faye must've kissed the boy's asshole a hundred times once she let her nasty urge have
its way, and she shivered with pleasure herself as she ran the pointed tip of her
insatiable tongue round and around the winking rim of his saliva-slick anal ring.
"OH, YOU LITTLE DARLING! YOU PRECIOUS BOY!" she moaned, her lips
nibbling his balls while she kissed her way back up toward his scrumptious pecker.
He'd regained his lost erection, and the sight of his rampant organ made her cunt-lips
quiver with joy. But her yearning vagina would have to wait its turn, for Faye was
reveling in the sordidness of her emerging orality. She felt like a cannibal, as if she
could eat this sweet child alive, cock first.
"IT'S BEAUTIFUL, JOEY! I LOVE YOUR COCK! IT'S SO BIG AND HARD AND HOT!"
She grasped his shaft and started popping his foreskin back and forth over the flare of
his coronal ridge. Then she moaned and began kissing the head each time she drew
back its protective hood. "I LOVE YOU!" she gushed, and this time she was speaking
directly to his cock, between lewd kisses upon it. "LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU,
LLOOVVEE YYYOOOUUUUU!!!"
She drew his foreskin up with her fingers and wrapped her lips around the loose folds.
It was difficult for her to breathe now. She captured the morsel of silky peter akin and
sucked it out tautly into her ravenous mouth, her lips nibbling on the preputial softness
as she nipped, it lovingly with her teeth. Faye had never been so excited, so totally
turned on.
Without knowing it, she was discovering one of the world's oldest religions. She was a
prime candidate for conversion to the ancient cult of Phallic Worship, for already she
had willingly prostrated herself before this gorgeous idol of its great god PHALLUS.
Suddenly it was impossible for her to lavish enough affection upon Joey's perfectly
formed penis. Panting for breath, she rubbed her face over it, licked every delicious inch
of it with her worshipful tongue.
In a frenzy of lust, she jerked his prepuce up and down, exposing again and again to
her wildly kissing lips the rosy red head of his mushrooming tans. She couldn't stand it.
Faye felt lightheaded and delirious. The urge to devour his cock whole overwhelmed
her. With a strangled cry of carnal longing, she opened her mouth and engulfed the top
half of his bloated organ.
The slitted tip of his bluntly rounded crown buried itself in the soft lining at the back of
her throat. A gurgling mewl escaped the enlarged opening of her passion-flared nostrils.
She bore down, forcing the huge glans into the upper region of her throat. Even that
wasn't enough. She had to have it all. Fitfully she lunged her head downward.
Her eyelids blinked rapidly as the boy's taut-skinned bulb popped swabbingly down
into the ringed portion of her throat. She took it all, refusing to stop until her nose
flattened against his pubis and her puffy lips were pressed salaciously into the
sparseness of coarse dark hair surrounding the thick base of his wonderful boy dick.
She groaned and began swallowing reflexively around her mouthful of pulsing meat,
her entire body shivering with delight as the ring in her straining throat rippled
caressingly up and down the forefront of his orally imprisoned dong.
Faye would've gladly remained that way all day, with his prick lodged in her swan-like
throat and his boyish balls jiggling around the point of her nuzzling chin, but she
couldn't breathe. She had to come up for air. Sucking down with gluttonous delight,
she drew up slowly, her cheeks folding inward and molding themselves to his powerful
shaft, her soft, red lips pulling out from her face, dragging jerkily around the gleaming
wet cockstem.
Her tongue whipped furiously over his sleek crown before she finally allowed it to slip
from between her suckingly distended oral petals with a deliberately loud and lewd
slurping noise.
The lust-crazed widow leaped astride the reclining lad and impaled herself cuntally on
the throbbing shaft of his turgid masculinity.
"JESUS... SWEET JEE-SUSSS!!!" she rasped, her expression mirroring her rapture when
the inflamed labia of her hairy hole gobbled the final inch of his huge prong and
snuggled right up to his groin.
A series of tremors racked her petite body as she ground her hips in a tight circle with
his organ womb-deep into her belly. Then she began bouncing up and down on his
horn, pulling her hair and shaking her head as her lovely big tits flopped and swayed. A
constant stream of ecstatic outcries poured from her drawn-back lips.
Faye achieved her second climax in less than a minute, and it was excruciatingly intense
this time. She collapsed atop the moronic youth, blubbering and sobbing and shaking
all over, as her insides clutched convulsively at the full length of his long fat dick.
She was in the final throes of her orgasmic fulfillment when she felt his organ twitch a
warning that his cum was ready to blow. She didn't know what made her do it, but she
let out a yelp and uncocked her cunt. The next thing she knew she was kneeling
between Joey's legs. She had his cunt-coated prick in her mouth again, and it was going
off, squirting torrents of bubbling sperm into her mouth. The foamy flow from his
youthful balls bathed her tongue and filled her mouth.
It was unbelievably sweet. Faye realized this was exactly what she wanted. He was
cumming into her mouth, and she dearly loved it. Greedily she began gulping down his
gluey white sperm, whimpering and moaning as she did so, and in her heart of hearts
she hoped he would pump her a cupful of his scrumptious cum.
Afterward, Joey acted as if nothing out-of-the-way had happened. He talked freely now.
Faye knew she didn't have to worry about anyone discovering her sin. Joey knew he
had to keep quiet about what they'd done, as he had concerning his affair with the
woman named Mildred, though he didn't fully understand why.
Faye realized the boy's mentality wasn't sufficiently developed to grasp the entire
complicated concept of sin and moral wrongdoing. Her first impulse was to pity the
handsome stud of a youth, but after a second thought, his innocent attitude toward sex
somehow struck her as natural and beautiful, and she found herself almost wishing she
could be as free and easy about it as he was.
She smiled sadly but sweetly and embraced Joey with a surprising lack of remorse over
what they'd done. She knew she should be thoroughly ashamed of herself for
fornicating with the adolescent moron, but she wasn't. Oh, there was a smattering of
shame, because she couldn't escape it completely, but it was insignificant compared to
the glowing sense of physical well-being which pervaded the curvaceous form of her
sexually satisfied body.
"It was wonderful, Joey," she cooed. "I might even let you do it to me again sometime.
Would you like that, darling?"
"Oh, I would, Missus Pusey!" he exclaimed, hugging her. "More than anything!"
She chuckled softly to herself, thinking: God, I feel good! I must've needed it worse
than I thought. Might just as well face facts. I'm a widow and a mother, but I'm also a
woman, with all the physical needs of any other woman. There's no denying that now.
I'll just have to live with it, and satisfy those normal needs as discreetly as I can from
now on. Why shouldn't I? There's a sexual revolution going on, and haven't I got a
right to what happiness I can wring out of my life?
But it wasn't all that easy to become a modern, morally liberated woman. There was
more to it than simply making up her mind, Faye learned. She was bucking a code of
ethics which had been taught her when she was a girl and reinforced daily in a
thousand subliminal ways throughout her teens and adult life. Reason told her she
should be free to choose her own life style, but her emotions told her otherwise, and
emotions are so much stronger than reason.
The shame started after the heat of the moment had ended and Joey's mother had taken
him home, and there was nothing Faye could do but suffer. Her suffering wasn't as
severe as it had been following the interlude with the carry-out boy, though, and there
was only a slight hangover of guilt over her sexual misbehavior when she arose the next
morning.
Her guilt over running down poor Mr. Sheldon was another matter; however, and after
her children and boarders left for the day, she drove to Dr. Brophy's. One look at Mr.
Sheldon and she broke out sobbing. He was in a cast from hips to chest, and seemed to
be in agony despite the pain relieving injection she saw the doctor give him. When Mr.
Sheldon informed her he was suing her for a million dollars, Faye only winced and
nodded numbly. She couldn't blame him after what she'd done to the man. Her heart
went out to the pitiful little drunk, and she found herself offering to wait on him hand
and foot in her boarding house when he became well enough to leave his bed m a back
room of the doctor's suite of old, dingy offices.
Max Copeland dropped by on Friday evening and Faye took the insurance investigator
into the kitchen where they could talk privately.
"I could just as easily have phoned you," he admitted, his green eyes smiling above the
rim of his coffee cup as he gazed across the table at Faye. "The truth is, I wanted to see
you again."
Faye returned Max's self-conscious smile before the blushed and lowered her gaze.
She'd wanted to see him again, too, and now that he was here, sitting alone in the
kitchen with her, she couldn't help thinking about him in a sexual way. There was
something about the virile-looking redhead which struck the secret cord of her newly
awakened sensuality.
But if Max was on the make, she couldn't tell it. Once he'd admitted wanting to see
her, he got right down to business. He'd evidently been earning his investigator's salary,
for he informed Faye that he'd traced Sheldon back to Houston, where, five years
previously, Sheldon had had a similar accident which had broken his back and left him
invalided for life, supposedly. The court had awarded Sheldon two hundred thousand
dollars, and he'd collected it all, part from insurance and part from the bank account of
the elderly rich lady whose automobile had struck him in a downtown intersection in
front of several witnesses.
"It was either fraud or Sheldon had a miraculous recovery," Copeland commented
dryly. "And I don't believe in miracles. What makes it even more fishy, guess who his
doctor was."
"Doctor Brophy?" Faye asked cautiously.
"One and the same. Are you getting the picture now, Faye? It looks like you're being
played for a patsy."
"But Doctor Brophy, why would he take such a risk? It would ruin him, wouldn't it, if
he were exposed? And Mister Sheldon, why, I knocked him for a loop.., and I'd almost
swear he was badly injured!"
"Being a physician doesn't automatically make a man a saint, honey," Max said,
throwing in the endearment and watching its slight effect appear in the form of a half
smile on Faye's fine boned face. "At best, Brophy appears to be an unsavory character,
despite his professional standing, which isn't all that high and mighty. He left Houston
one step ahead of the law. He was under investigation, there. They suspected him of
performing illegal abortions. It never went to court, apparently from lack of evidence.
But where there's smoke, there's generally a fire causing it. And if Brophy was clean,
why did he skip out on a better practice than he's managed to build here in El Paso?
"No, it doesn't figure. And as far as Sheldon is concerned, he wouldn't be the first slick
con man to cheat his way through life. He had no visible means of support in Houston,
either. And get this, Sheldon was a circus acrobat before he started hitting the bottle.
There's no telling how many times he's pulled this stunt and settled out of court. No,
baby, I'm convinced now. These birds are vultures out to defraud my company and pick
the meat off your financial bones... and I'm going to prove it."
Faye didn't know what to believe. She lay awake for hours that night, tossing fitfully,
fretting over it, worrying. If Mr. Sheldon's back had been broken when she hit him
with her car, then she wanted him to be adequately compensated, but not to the extent
of leaving her penniless! On the other hand, if Max was right in his suspicions that she
was the innocent victim of a vicious hoax, then she wanted Sheldon to get nothing and
would gladly see both Sheldon and Brophy sent to prison. But the accident bad seemed
so sickeningly real...and Mr. Sheldon was at Dr. Brophy's in a cast. She was sorely
troubled and confused.


Chapter 3

Max Copeland asked Faye to go out with him, and though her proper period of
mourning was less than half over, she accepted with only slight hesitation. She felt
awkward and nervous on their first date, as if somehow she was being unfaithful to the
memory of her dearly departed husband. Faye's dating discomfort was partly due to the
sullen, how-could-you-mother attitude of her twelve-year-old daughter Cindy, even
though the girl didn't voice her obvious disapproval. It was different with Kevin, thank
goodness for Faye's peace of mind. Her son was older and more understanding, and
Kevin liked Max.
However, somewhat to the sexually reawakening widow's chagrin, Max's gentlemanly
behavior resulted in only the mildest forms of physical intimacy, certainly nothing
which could've caused Faye to feel guilty. On their first date he only held her hand and
gave her a proper goodnight kiss at the door. During their second date, at a drive-in
movie, Max took her in his strong arms and held her close while he kissed her several
times, murmuring how beautiful and desirable she was and expressing with almost
fearful timidity that he thought he was falling for her. He didn't attempt to feel her up,
though, and Faye, mildly confused and half-willing to be seduced, experienced a slight
sense of disappointment.
They went dancing on their third date. Max plied her with liquor until she was tipsy.
He held her close as they danced, flattening her luscious big breasts against his
masculine chest and rubbing his semierect penis against the womanly softness of her
barely rounded lower abdomen. By the time he took Faye home, he had got her into a
very receptive mood. His arm encircled her, his hand cupping a tit as he led her up the
steps and across the porch of her boarding house. He turned off the porch light before
he kissed her, and as he fed his tongue into the moist sweetness of her warm, willing
mouth, be backed her against the wall, groping her appealing buttocks, frenching her
fiercely and nearly boring a hole in her belly with the virile spear of his rock-hard dick.
When he had her panting for it, be said good night and tripped lightly down the steps,
whistling as he strode down the walkway to his car.
Faye wanted to scream, she was so frustrated. He had got her wildly aroused and caused
her cunt to juice up with yearning for him, then be had kissed the tip of her cute nose
and left her hanging, just when she was his to do with as he pleased.
The redhead's actions had affected Faye just as he'd hoped they would. On their next
date he would fuck her. He wanted her badly, but not while she was drunk. He had
misjudged her capacity for alcohol, and he didn't want to take unfair advantage of her,
as this was not his way with women he respected. When he took Faye, he wanted her to
be completely sober, so that she would know exactly what she was doing
"Where are you taking me tonight, Max? You didn't say when you called," Faye said,
sliding across to the middle of the seat as they drove away from her house at eight 
twenty on the last Saturday of February. "Am I suitably dressed?"
He put his arm around her and drew her closer.
When she snuggled up to him with a soft sigh, he put his hand on her breast and gave
it a squeeze.
"You've never looked lovelier," he assured. "I'm taking you to my apartment."
"Oh," Faye breathed, and a flash of anticipation tingled up her spine. She didn't have to
ask why. The tone of his voice and the way he tweaked her nipple through her blouse
and bra made his intentions perfectly clear. "Why tonight?" she asked. "Like this."
"I don't follow you, honey."
"The other night you were very romantic, whereas now you're being almost painfully
blunt," she explained. "I don't quite know how to take you, Max, and I don't think I
like being propositioned this way. I'm not sure I want to go to bed with you tonight.
This is what you want, isn't it?"
He nodded. "Since the first time I laid eyes on you."
"Then why didn't you take me the other night, after we'd been dancing? Didn't you
know how much I wanted you then?"
"I knew," he replied, weighing the lush mound of her right tit with the palm of his
hand. "But you were too tipsy. Faye, I'm going to level with you. We're both
responsible adults, and I respect you too much to hand you a line. Right now I'm a
pretty mixed-up guy. My ex really hurt me. I don know if I'll ever want to get married
again. You a decent woman. I won't deceive you even a little bit. I think I love you, and
I damned well know want you... but I'm not promising you a thing."
When Faye said nothing Max took his arm from around her and put both hands on the
waist.
"Well, I guess I blew it, didn't I? Do you want me to take you home?"
Faye put her hand on his thigh. "No, Max, don't want to go home yet. We'll go to your
apartment, though I'm not promising to go to bed with you. You see, darling, I feel
pretty much the same way you do. And I appreciate your honesty. Yes, let's just relax
and be ourselves, why don't we? As you say, we're both responsible adults, and life
doesn't come with guarantees, does it?"
"You're some kind of woman," Max said. He put his arm around her again and hugged
her with genuine affection.
Faye smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. She patted his thigh but said nothing. It
was nice to be with him like this, with all the normal pretexts of dating cast aside.
There was little doubt in her mind; she was almost sure she was going to have
intercourse with Max. But her womanly intuition told her to leave him in suspense.
"You're not much of a housekeeper, are you?" Faye asked when they entered Max's
clothes-strewn efficiency apartment. "I see you made the bed up nice and neat, though."
He grinned sheepishly and began picking up the articles of clothing lying about. "It's a
hide-a-bed."
"So I see," Faye replied, amused at his sudden discomfiture.
"If you'd like... I mean if the bed makes you uneasy, it would only take me a second to
turn it back into a couch."
She laughed, and it felt good to be laughing again. Amazed at how relaxed she felt,
Faye told him, "Don't bother, Max. It's fine the way it is. Here, give me those clothes.
Why don't you make us a drink while I finish tidying up for you?"
Max made drinks and put on a stereo tape while Faye flitted about, humming as she
straightened up the small apartment for him. Other than the humming, she moved
silently, for she'd kicked off her high-heeled pumps and was walking around in her
stocking feet. All this pleased Max more than he was willing to say. There was an
intimacy of the finest sort between them now. He enjoyed the company of this beautiful
young widow, and he knew they were going to have a very pleasant evening together,
whether or not he managed to get his eager dick into the sweetness of her small,
shapely body.
Faye padded over to Max and accepted with equal grace the drink, the pat on the ass
and the thanks he gave her for picking up after him. He pulled her down on his lap,
and she cuddled right up to him. They sat there in the overstuffed chair, saying
nothing, merely' smiling and sipping their drinks as they listened to the soft, dreamy
music from his stereo tape player. If they'd been cats, they would've both been purring.
"Dance with me," Max said when they'd finished their drinks.
She nodded and slid off his lap. He kicked off his shoes and they danced in their
stocking feet, their bodies close together and their arms around one another It the
waist. Faye rested her head on his shoulder. This was lovely When she felt his hands
caressing the upper slopes of her buttocks moving lower inch by inch, she merely
sighed and dosed her eyes.
Yes, darling, she encouraged him with secret thought, forming the words in her mind
as if she were actually saying them to him. Fondle my bottom. I want you to!
As if in answer to her unspoken request, Max stroked the appealing contours of her
soft, full asscheeks. Then he cupped them from below, lifting them, and pulled her loins
tighter against his.
"Mmmm," Faye sighed, and she hugged him. Her womanly breasts flattened against his
muscular chest. She could feel his penis growing between their bodies, but she didn't
pull away. "This is nice, isn't it, Max?"
"Uh-huh. Because it's with you." He pulled up the back of her skirt and began stroking
the warm mounds of her resilient buttocks through the sheer nylon of her white
panties. "I can't help myself, Faye. You're a beautiful, desirable woman. I want you.
Unless you stop me, and all it'll take is a serious no from your sweet lips, I'm going to
strip you naked and make love to you."
"I don't feel like saying no yet," she whispered her hands moving in tiny circles over
the small of his back.
He kissed her with open-mouthed urgency, his tongue probing into her willing mouth.
While he explored the hidden recesses of her moist oral cavern, he slid his hands down
into her step-ins and started fondling flesh to flesh the warm globes of her lovely rump.
"Oh, Max," she sighed, rubbing herself against him as they danced slowly to the soft
strains of romantic music. "We shouldn't be doing this, darling. I shouldn't be letting
you handle me so intimately.
Max said nothing. He continued dancing while he covered her ear with his mouth and
slithered his tongue inside.
"Ooooh... oh, Max! You're going to melt me if you keep that up."
Swirling his wet tongue around in her ear, he inserted his fingers into the cleft of her
behind and gave each of her twin globes a love squeeze. He held her tight and pressed
his erected, upward angled phallus into the softness of her slightly rounded lower
abdomen.
"Aaanh, aaaah," she sighed, squirming in sensual discomfort.
They stood in the center of the room, swaying together but no longer dancing. Max's
green eyes shone with tender emotions as he gazed down at her upturned visage.
"I'm going to undress you now, Faye."
Her eyelids fluttered. She whimpered softly and nodded almost imperceptibly. He
stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Faye shut her eyes and shivered with
anticipation. The feeling she had for this virile redhead was strong. If it wasn't love,
then it was close enough to suit Faye, because the womanly urge to submit to Max was
making glow all over. She wanted to be divested of her clothes and taken by him.
Her blouse was gone now. Max had his arms around her, his fingers fumbling with the
hooks of her brassiere as he kissed lightly at her eyelids. He got the bra unfastened and
pulled the straps off h shoulders and down her arms.
Despite their large size, Faye's bare breasts sagged less than an inch when they were
deprived of the supporting cups of her bra. She stood there unashamed and proud
while she allowed Max to admire them with his hands and eyes. Her nipples were like
hard little berries at the tips of her coral areolas. An involuntary shiver swept through
Faye as she watched Max's fingers capture the swollen cones of her tumescent nipples.
He rolled and, tweaked the sensitive tips of her upswept orbs, his gentle fondling set
the nerves connecting h breasts and loins to tingling.
"They're all real," Max muttered with pleasured surprise. "My God, it's hard to believe..,
those great big beautiful knockers... on such a tiny woman as you, Faye!"
"Don't you like them?" Faye murmured.
"Hell yes, baby, they're gorgeous!" he exclaimed, and bending his head, he went from
one ripe strawberry nipple to the other, paying oral homage to the tender points of
Faye's magnificent breastworks.
"Yes, Max! Lick them! Kiss my boobs and suck my nipples! I love that!" she sighed to
herself as she buried her fingers in his unruly red hair and guided his mouth over and
under and between the lush mounds of her soft, jiggling tits. It's going to be wonderful,
having you make love to me! 0h darling, hurry! I can hardly wait to feel your big hard
penis penetrating me!
Max's hands weren't idle while his lips and tongue glided over the silky warmth of
Faye's sweet-smelling breasts. His fingers fumbled at the waistband of her skirts. In his
eagerness, he popped a button getting it open. Then he unzipped her and let her skirt
drift down of its own weight and settle frently around her stockinged feet.
The top of her feminine triangle popped into view. Max kissed right into the dark, crisp
pubic hair without the slightest hesitation. He tugged her briefs and half slip lower, his
lips nipping at the coarse brown curls of her sex hair, his tongue combing through her
surprisingly dense foliage. Her wispy underthings whispered over the tapering
loveliness of her nylon-encased legs as he whisked them down around her trim ankles
and urged her to step out of them.
He was kneeling before her now, spreading her leg, caressing her thighs and her nude
buttocks as he showered kisses all around her pungent pussy.
"Max? Ooooh... oh, what are you going to do? Darling... ohhh... oh, don't... please,
Max... you mustn't kiss meee... ahhhhh... THERE!"
It was too late. He had spread her thighs enough 'to make room for his head. He sat on
his heels now, directly under her, with his head tilted way heck. Faye could see his
gentle eyes gazing up at her. She felt his lips pressing possessively over the hairy outer
rim of her fluted sex opening, and the tip of his tongue wedging insistently into the
moist gap of her softly pouting cuntal lips.
Faye couldn't imagine why such a wholesome-looking man as Max would want to such
a perverse thing, but she wasn't about complain now that he'd actually done it. He
kissing right into her cunt, and it felt marvelous. He shot his tongue full into her furry
cleft.
"OHHHHHH! OH, MAX! YES, DARLING YESSS!" she squealed, clasping his head
tightly her groin and shuddering as illicit thrills raced careemingly through her loins.
But Max had no intention of sucking her off just yet. He stood up and took her arms,
French kiss' her without wiping his mouth first, giving her a second-hand taste of her
own juicy snatch. S must've liked the flavor of her own cuntal cream judging by the
way she clung to him and sucked tongue so hungrily.
"Let me undress you, Max! The way you did me, darling!" she panted, and began
ripping at clothes before he'd consented to her breathless request.
She got him out of his shirt and T-shirt in record time, then her trembling hands flew
to his belt a began unbuckling it. Excitedly, she unbuttoned h trousers and unzipped his
fly. By the time his pan hit the floor, she had his Jockey shorts tugged p way down. The
only thing stopping her from reaching her objective was that objective itself. His prick
was hard as a steel bar protruding out from his groin, and his briefs were hung up on it
preventing her from pulling them down any more.
Faye stretched the elastic top band of his shorts out from his body, but before she could
reach in with her other hand to free the object of her desire, it swung up and slapped
against his stomach.
"Oh, Max... darling!" she cried, jerking his shorts down his legs with one hand as she
grabbed for his cock with the other. "It's beautiful... your dick! And so big! My stars,
honey... you're hung like a horse!"
The redhead grinned down at her but said nothing to either encourage or discourage
her. He was enjoying Faye's reaction to his cock. The comely widow was a vision of
loveliness as she knelt before him clad in only her sheer nylon stockings and frilly
garter belt, the delicate features of her pretty face mirroring her inner emotions while
she fondled his fat dick with one hand and weighed his 'heavy, dangling testicles in the
palm of the other.
A sense of fearful anticipation washed over Faye. She wanted Max badly, but she didn't
know if she would be able to take his huge organ. It's sturdy shaft was so thick she
couldn't make the ends of her encircling thumb and middle finger touch together
around it, and she'd never dreamed a penis could be so long and hard. His balls were
the size of pullet eggs inside his wrinkled, coarse-haired scrotum, and they felt so full
and heavy. .
"I'm afraid, Max! I don't think we'll fit together, darling! Damn it, how I want you...
but I'm afraid you'll rupture me!"
He laughed softly. "I'm not all that big, Faye, and you have had two kids. We'll manage
fine. I'll be very gentle with you."
Faye nodded. "So big," she sighed, staring right at his mighty member as she timidly
drew back his foreskin and bared the rosy red knob of his sleek cockhead. She stroked
it up and down, snapping the rubbery hood on and off his taut-skinned bulb. Her full
red lips pursed with longing. She pulled down the naked head of his dick and kissed it
impulsively. Then she moaned and licked her lips. Because of what Max might think,
Faye held herself in check. She wanted to fellate him so badly she could taste it, but she
was scared he would lose respect for her.
"What's the matter, Faye?" he asked, sensing her tenseness.
"Nothing," she lied, but she didn't move. She couldn't. His peter had a hypnotic effect
on her. Her mouth watering for it, she remained on her knees, staring at it, clinging to
it with both 'of her shaking hands now.
"Come on, baby," he insisted, gazing down at the torment in her upturned face.
"Something's wrong. Don't be bashful. Tell me!" "You'll think I'm awful!" she wailed.
"No way," he assured. He took her by the wrists and began pulling her to her feet.
"Stand up, Faye. Look at me. Come on, don't avoid my eyes. You're ashamed, aren't
you?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Of what? Of me? Is it me? Is it something I've done?"
"Oh, no, darling!" she protested. "It's not you. You're wonderful, Max. It's me, don't
you understand? There's something wrong with me. I want to do something to you...
something that's dreadfully perverted and nasty... and I'm afraid of what you'll think of
me if I even tell you what it' is! You'll think I'm a horrible slut! You'll lose respect for
me... and I'll just die if you do... because T... oh, Max, I love you!"
He hugged her fiercely. "God, Faye, you don't know how good that makes me feel,
because I love you, too."
"Don't say it unless you mean it, Max. Please don't, because I'll go to bed with you
anyway. You don't have to say you love me for that. I want you to screw me, even if
I'm just another piece of ass to you. Don't lie to me, darling. It will only hurt me if you
do. Be honest with me, completely honest, and then' we can have an affair with no
strings attached, and neither of us will get hurt that way."
"You're the one who's wonderful, baby." He sighed, caressing her back , and buttocks
simultaneously.' The undersurface of his pulsing dong lay along her stomach, the clear
fluid seeping from its slitted tip wetting her skin just below the cleavage of her breasts.
"I am being honest with you, Faye. I could've screwed you the other night if all I'd
wanted from you was a hunk of tail. But I didn't, did I? Because I wanted you to know
exactly what you're getting into. Sweetheart, I don't know what the future holds for us,
or what we're going to do about our love, but I do love you. And that's the honest to
God truth. I'm not asking you to marry me. In fact, I'm not promising you a thing
beyond tonight."
"That's good enough for me, darling. Let's go to bed," she cooed.
"Not yet," he said. "First, tell me what sort of nasty, perverted thing you want to do to
me."
"Max! No, honey!" she whined. But he persisted, and finally, her cheeks turning nearly
beet-red, she blurted, "I want to suck you! There, are you satisfied now? Damn you
anyway, why did you make me tell you? You think I'm awful now, don't you?"
"Yes," he intoned with mock censure, "I see now that you're nothing but a filthy
pervert. Jesus, Faye, what did I ever see in a slut like you? Can you answer me that?"
She glared at him, her hazel eyes spitting sparks of fire. "Why you – you – you
sonofabitch!" she sputtered, and drew back her hand to slap him.
Max caught her wrist and held her close, laughing uproariously. "Baby, baby! You're
precious! Do you know that? God, you're sweet! The more I get to know you, the better
I love you!"
"But, but... you said..."
"Never mind what I said. I was joking, couldn't you tell? Hell's bells, woman, there's
nothing nasty or perverted about oral lovemaking between a man and a woman! It's
beautiful, the most intimate thing lovers can do."
Her moist eyes blinked up at him unsurely. "Honest, Max? Is that really the way you
feel about... about me sucking you?"
"You'd better believe it, sugar," he told her, leading her toward the bed. "How about if I
lie down and prop up my head? I'm dying to get my cock in your sweet mouth, but I
want to watch' while you go down on me, okay?"
Faye blushed and nodded self-consciously, but she couldn't help smiling. She stood
watching as he lay down and propped up his head with a pillow. When he patted the
bed beside his hips, she climbed up near him on her knees and bent over his loins. She
took his massive stem in her small hand and pulled up on it, forcing his preputial skin
to puff out at the top.
Following her natural inclinations, she wrapped her red lips around the velvety folds of
his distended foreskin and started licking it as she sucked gently. Out of the corners of
her eyes, she could see him smiling down at her, but he was saying nothing and leaving
what she did to his cock entirely up to her. It stuck her that he was making her a
present of his prize phallus, or at least loaning it to her with no pre-set conditions as to
how she should use it. This pleased her, because she didn't really know what she
wanted to do, and she felt free to explore him with her mouth to her heart's content.
"Do you feel nasty and perverted now, angel?"
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "Not with you, I don't, Max!"
Again her lips captured his protruding penile hood, only this time she stuck her tongue
down into it. The inside of his soft foreskin was smooth as slippery silk, and it fit
around her dainty tongue like a snug, living glove. Faye shivered with excitement. She
was hot and bothered, but knew precisely what she was doing. With a tiny moan, she
drove the tip of her pink tongue down between the stretchable skin and the dickhead it
covered. Round and around she licked, laying the musky crown, its prepuce bulging out
to reveal the hidden progress of her lascivious taste organ at any given. point during its
penile orbit.
Many girls had loved his peter with their mouths, in many different ways, but not one
had ever done what Faye's eager curiosity had led her to do. It was delightful to feel her
tongue down inside his foreskin, sliding around his bloated crown. It tickled so
tantalizingly that he had to clamp down his inner muscles to prevent ejaculation. He
didn't want to cum yet. Faye was just getting started. Apparently she wanted to have a
long suck on his dick, and he sure as hell didn't intend to disappoint her.
"WHAT A SWEET, JUICY PRICK!" Faye moaned, suddenly lifting her head and
staring at his gleaming, saliva-coated glans as she ran the foreskin flag up and down the
top part of his standing pole. "OHH, LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS!"
"Turn it loose, baby!" he groaned. "Or I'll cum all over you! Let it rest! Come up and lie
beside me!"
"NOT YET, MAX! DON'T YOU DARE CUM YET!" Faye squealed. She scooted up
and lay down half on top of him. One of her hanging jugs mashed itself flat on his
chest, and the other one molded itself in under his red-thatched sweat-filled armpit. She
kissed him and thrust her tongue into his 'mouth while she squirmed with passion.
Then she realized what she'd done, and she jerked her mouth free of his. "I'm sorry,
Max. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed you so soon after... alter I've been licking your
dick."
"Why not, for crying out loud?"
"Because I had my lips and tongue on you down' there, and I-"
"And you're afraid your little tongue might; taste of my cock? Is that it, Faye?"
"Well, yes," she admitted. "I don't want to offend you."
"You're terribly naive, darling," he chuckled, giving her a playful swat on the butt.
"Don't you know it drives a horny man wild to find the taste and smell of his own dick
in the mouth of the woman he loves?"
"Oh, Max, does it really, darling? You're not kidding me?"
"Cross my heart, baby."
She squealed with delight, sort of like a wild bird being let free. "Open your mouth, my
horny man! I'm going to kiss you! I’m going to stick my tongue in your mouth and
leave it there till you've sucked all the nice flavor of your sweet peter off it! Then I'll
lick your cock some more before I kiss you again! Will you like that, Max?"
"I'll love it!" he crooned, and pulled her head down. He licked her lips before he kissed
her. When she thrust her pecker-favored tongue into his mouth, he hugged her tight
and sucked it hungrily.
Faye swung happily back and forth at least a dozen times, hovering at his loins to lick
or suck at his prick a few seconds before she hurried back to kiss him wetly while the
pungent flavor of his sex organ clung to her lips and cheeks and tongue. This was the
most erotic thing she could imagine, and Max seemed to truly enjoy having her do it.
As for Faye, she simply loved this uninhibited sex play, she would've gone on for hours
if it hadn't been so exciting.
But it was very exciting, for Max as well as her. Each taste she had of his dong made
her love it a little more. Finally, about the fifteenth. time she skinned it back and took
the glistening gristle of his throbbing cockhead inside her hot, sucking mouth, it tasted
so damned delicious that she didn't want to share it with him any more. She wanted it
all to herself. Her glassy eyes noted that his bloated testicles were snuggled up tight and
twitching against his groin. Her womanly intuition told her his orgasm was imminent,
and she thrilled with the knowledge that he would soon be shooting off in her mouth.
She pressed her moist palm gently over his warm, full nuts, rubbing them coaxingly as
she allowed her middle finger to sneak into the sweaty crack of his ramp. She began
sucking ravenously and bobbing her head wildly up and down on the top four inches of
his huge organ. Without pausing to wonder how he would take it, she sought out his
puckered anal opening with the ball of her naughty finger and began rimming round
and around the sweat-slick ring of his feverish rectum.
"LET UP, BABY!" he croaked. "OHHHHOH, THAT'S GOOD... TOO GOOD! I'M GONNA CUM! I CAN'T 
HOLD IT BACK! YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR MOUTH OFF! QUICK!"
"NOOH, NOOH!" she moaned around her mouthful of meat. She threw him an
imploring sideways glance as she inserted her finger up his asshole clear to the palm,
and she sucked his pulsating prong all the more voraciously.
"AAAH, AAAH... IN YOUR MOUTH? DO YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR
SWEET MOUTH?"
"MMM, UUUMMMMMM!" she moaned, attempting to nod her head while she flailed
his expanding glans with her tongue and waggled her finger around in the heated
depths of his anal canal.
"OH, GOD... BABY... SWEET BABY!" he cried, nearly delirious with joy when he
realized she wanted his load. "I DIDN'T... AHHHH... DREAM YOU'D WANT IT IN
YOUR MOUTH! BUT YOU... OHHHHHH... DO, DON'T YOU?! YESSSSS... OH,
CHRIST YESSSSS... GET READY... AAARRRGGGHHH... HERE IT... UNN, UNN...
I'M CUMMING UUUNNNGGGHHHHH CUUMMMIIINNGGG!!!"
The first enormous stream of his pressurized cream gushed all hot and thick into her
welcoming mouth. Faye whimpered soulfully and batted her eyelids with pleasured
shock as Max's pounding prong flooded her mouth with cum. This was the liquid
passion fruit from a mature man's balls, and it was potent, heady stuff. The strong
acridity of his pungent sperm stung her taste buds like Mexican hot sauce.
"MMMMMM... GLUB, BLUB...UUUMMMMMM!" she groaned through her nose as
she started swallowing his viscous jizz.
IT'S DELICIOUS! she screamed silently, her mind spinning with the lewdness of what
she was doing, even as she jabbed his butthole with her finger and fought to keep from
losing a single drop of her creamy reward. SHOOT IT, DARLING! KEEP IT
COMING! GOD, ITS SO STEAMING HOT AND PIPING GOOD! CUM, MAX...
CUM GOOD, BABY! I LOVE YOUR CUM... OHHHHHHH... PUMP ME FULL OF
ITTT... I LOVE ITTT... LLOOVVEE IIITTTTTT!!!
Max was a virtual reservoir of sperm. His jerking cock spurted it into her mouth fast as
Faye could drink down the fountain-like flow of his glutinous, slippery jism. She didn't
waste a bit. Her hungry mouth clung suckingly to the ballooning head of his cum
spewing organ until she'd taken all he had to give her. Then she drained his deflating
dick of its final sluggish drops before she heaved a sigh of satisfaction and allowed his
spongy crown to slip from between her puffy red lips.
"OH, MAX!" she sighed as she crawled up beside him and gazed down into his loving
eyes. "DARLING, THAT WAS HEAVEN!"
"You should've been on the receiving end," he sighed. "Jesus, honey, that was the best
blow job I've ever had! Com'ere, you beautiful cocksucker. You've got cum all over your
lips, and you've never looked lovelier, and I love you to pieces! No, don't lick it off. Kiss
me, darling!"
"YES, MAX! OH, YES, YOU SWEET MAN! I LOVE YOU, TOO... WITH ALL MY
HEART! YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GODDAMNED GOOD!"
Faye purred like a kitten. I could worship this wonderful man! she thought joyfully.
Nothing seems dirty or perverted doing it with him! I feel clean and good, and so alive!
Bubbling with happiness, she pressed her sperm-smeared lips to his and snaked her
cum coated tongue into his mouth. Their tongues met inside his oral cavity, circling and
caressing one another, then moved into her mouth, where the flavor of cock and cum
was still strong and heady. Max kissed her as if her mouth and breath were mouthwash
fresh, and Faye shivered with pleasure as she realized he was so right – that absolutely
nothing between a man and a woman should be forbidden.
"Was that a sweet kiss, my darling?" she quizzed playfully, and caught up in a
lighthearted mood, she added, 'Could you taste your delicious cum? Did it excite you to
lick it off my lips and suck it off my tongue?"
Max was smiling all over his boyishly handsome face. He could tell Faye was feeling
extremely licentious, and he supposed, rightly so, that this was the first time in her life
she'd ever felt really free and easy about sex. "Yes, you lovely cunt, your mouth was
nice and cummy, and it excited me, and it was the sweetest kiss I've ever had."
"Oh, Max, darling!" she sighed, her warm breath bathing over his face.
"Your breath reeks with the smell of cock, and that excites me too. I love you, Faye! Lie
on your back, darling, and let me lick your body and suck your sweet pussy!"
"Yes, yes, yesss!" she cried gaily.
Leisurely Max kissed and licked his way down the front of Faye's fabulous body. His
worshipful tongue laved lovingly over every tasty bit of her large, quivering breasts. He
sucked the sensitive cones of her swollen coral nipples till he had Faye moaning
constantly and writhing about, and then he sucked some more, knowing that he was
torturing her, but also knowing that she loved it. When he deserted her breasts, those
magnificent mounds of woman flesh were literally gleaming with their coating of his
saliva.
He painted her rippling belly with spit, too, and then he bypassed her hairy, juiced-up
snatch and licked her creamy thighs clear down to the top bands of her nylon stockings.
After he'd flipped her over onto her stomach, he licked up the backs of her thighs and
began bestowing passionate kisses upon the alluring globes of her fleshy buttocks. He
kissed and licked her gorgeous ass till its twin hillocks shimmered wetly while they
quaked tremulously before his lustful eyes.
"I'm going to kiss your asshole!" he husked.
"ANYTHING!" Faye screeched joyously. "DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! I'M
YOURS! USE ME!! LOVE MEEE!!!"
Max probed his fingers into the moist softness of her sweaty asscrack and spread her
buttocks wide apart. He buried his face in the entrancing gorge and inhaled deeply of
its maddening fragrance.
There was an assy smell, but it was clean, and there was also the odor of her aroused
cunt and the delightful scent of her perfumed dusting powder. The mixed aroma from
the cleft of her full, womanly rump assailed his nostrils and drove him wild. '
Emitting a guttural groan, he pursed his lips and smacked a wet kiss right into her
appealing rosebud anus. Then he whimpered and licked frenziedly up and down the
crack of her butt until he'd tongue-washed the whole musky trough formed by her
luscious buttocks. He held her open and glued his lips to the crinkled skin surrounding
her puckered rectum. The tip of his tongue probed her tiny orifice.
"AAAAH, AAAAH!" Faye sighed involuntarily, her heart thumping in her chest as she
wagged her ass in his face and awaited with keen anticipation the inrushing of his
much-desired tongue. "DO IT! STICK YOUR TONGUE UP MY ASSSS!!!"
Hearing Faye cry out lewdly for what he already yearned to give her was music to the
redhead's ears. He forced his hungry tongue in through the elastic ring of her tiny anal
aperture and shot it all the way up her hot butt.
"AAHHHHHHH... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Faye whined, clutching at the pillow as
she threw back her head in rapture.
In his present state of mind, the roiling depths of her superheated rear tunnel tasted
sweet as honey to Max. Without the slightest hesitation, he swirled 'his delighted
tongue round and around inside her butt, jabbed it in and out of her gripping rectum.
He couldn't get his fill of her asshole, because Faye was by far the sweetest woman he'd
ever had. He felt as if he could devour her whole – bones, hair, toenails and all.
When he realized she was about to cum, he turned her over and dived into the
succulent feast of her hairy snatch. He slithered his tongue up through the shimmering
red sweetmeats of her juicy slit, and dragged its roughened upper surface over the
nerve-rich tip of her boldly protruding clitoris.
"OHHHHHHHH... OH, GOD!" Faye thrilled, shuddering with bliss as his abrasive
tongue swabbed thrillingly over her raw, blood engorged clit. "EAT ME, DARLING!
SUCK MY PUSSY GOOODDD!!!"
Max formed his lips tightly to the outer edges of her swollen, hair-ringed labia. He
plunged his tongue deep into her slippery, secretion-beaded vagina and began diving
her delicious muff with all the oral expertise at his command. For a moment, he
tongue-fucked her furiously. Then he tickled her man in the boat with the tip of his
flashing tongue.
"AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH!" Faye' chanted mindlessly, while she buried her
fingers in his unruly red hair and rubbed her cunt jerkily at his pleasure-giving mouth.
"MAX, MAX... DARR-LLIINNGG!!!"
Nothing would've pleased Max more than to eat her tangy twat for an hour. But Faye
was already spinning off into a climax. When he caught her elongated clit with his lips
and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue scrubbing her. raw-nerved button furiously,
she bowed up and screamed. Her convulsing vagina splashed a wave Of hot cunt cream
over his lips just as her throbbing pleasure nubble drew back twitchingly into her body.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH CUMMINGGG... MAX, MAX... OH, GOD...
GGGAAAAHHHHHHHH... DARLING, I'M CUUMMMIINNGGGG...
OOUUUUUU CCCCUUUUMMMMMIIIILNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!"
Max gulped down with relish the first few gushes of her clear cuntal nectar. Then his
mouth deserted her spasming snatch out of necessity rather than choice. The ecstatic
groaning and writhing of the woman he loved grabbed at his nuts and set his semen to
boiling. Fearing he would waste his load on the bed if he dallied for a second, he dived
atop Faye and lunged his womb jamming dong balls-deep into the silky tunnel of her
orgasmically fluttering pussy.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" She squealed like a stuck pig.
Faye wasn't complaining, though. It hurt all the way up when he crammed his gigantic
cock into her, but it was a delicious hurt, a wondrous, awe inspiring flash of hot, Sexual
pain. She thought she was going to pass out, and she probably would've if her cunt flesh 
hadn't been so receptively lax and loose. Even so, the fit of his fully planted root
and her small, snug vagina was incredibly tight.
"AHH, GODDAMN!" Max groaned, shuddering, and then he began grunting in the
typical male fashion as his vaginally sheathed organ erupted like a volcano of flesh.
Torrents of his white-lava cum gushed into the depths of Faye's heaving belly. The jets
of steaming ejaculate thumped against the ultra-sensitive neck of her uterus and
ricocheted around in the far end of her cock-stuffed vagina. Sperm washed down the
lubricated walls of her cuntal sleeve and oozed out in a foamy white wave past the tight
connection of her inflamed, snapping pussy lips and the flared base of his pulsating
prick.
The inundation of her lover's tuck juice came just when Fay's climax was fading. It
thrilled her to the core of her being to have Max's cum bathing over her womb. The
force of the pulsing spray from his pounding organ plunged her headlong into another
orgasm, and its intensity dwarfed the one preceding it. Her legs flopped jerkily about.
She screamed with the agony/ecstasy of. this soul-rending climax. Her head dug into
the pillow, and she threw her arms around him.
"OHHH, YESSS! MY DARLING! SHOOT IT... HOT AND DEEP! AARRGGHHH...
000000HHHHHHHH... OH, MAX... CUM, BABY, CCUUUUMMMMM!!! ME,
TOO! GGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I'M GOING OFF... AGAIN! OH, GOD,
MAX... I'M CCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIHNNNNNN NNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!"
Locked together clasping cunt and cum-spurting cock, they shuddered with ecstasy and
clung desperately to one another, riding out the fulfilling tide of their simultaneous
orgasm. But when the heat of their orgasmic moment had passed, Max turned a bit
pale. He cried, jerked his limbering rod from her spermy hole and flopped dejectedly
onto his back.
"What is it, Max? What's wrong?" Faye asked with alarm.
"I forgot to put on a rubber!" he wailed, reaching guiltily under the pillow and
producing an unopened packet of three. "Damn it, that's all we need! What if I
knocked you up?!"
"You could marry me, if you did make me pregnant, you know!" Faye replied a bit
huffily.
"Yes," he said. "And I will, too, if it comes to that. But, Christ, I've got alimony to pay,
and a bunch of debts to make good, and I don't want any more kids! I love you, Faye,
but I sure as hell hope you didn't get caught this time. Don't you ever let me stick it
into you again without a rubber on it. It'll be a year or more before I could support you
and your kids properly." Faye burst out laughing.
"What's funny?" he snapped. "This is serious, Faye!"
"You're funny right now, you lovable lug. Oh, darling, relax, will you? You didn't
knock me up. My period's due to start tomorrow. I'll get back on the pill, okay? As for
these," she said, making a distasteful face as she took the packet of condoms from his
hand and flung them away, "don't you dare put a damned rubber on when you're going
to screw me, lover. I don't want anything between me and that big sweet dick of yours,
understand? When you cum in me, I want to feel it, baby!"
"Yeah," he grinned "Like I said before, baby, the better I get to know you, the more I
love you. You're my kind of woman, Faye. Damn, how I wish I'd met you first instead
of my ex-wife!"
"I'm afraid you would've been disappointed in me then, Max," Faye told him as she
rolled on top of him and began kissing down his sparsely haired chest. "I'm just tonight
beginning to appreciate sex. Do you think you could get it up once more if I help you
with my mouth? Because I'd love to have another fucking before you take me home." It
was more than an hour later when Max and the well-tucked Faye left his apartment.
She fairly towed with contentment as he drove her home. He'd reamed her pussy good,
and a tiny trickle of her menstrual blood was already beginning to flow.
"Did you learn anything else, Max? Did Doctor Brophy permit you to speak with
Mister Sheldon face to face, like you wanted?"
"Yeah," he said, his expression turning serious. Then he stared straight ahead as he
drove, and Faye could see the muscles in his cheeks working.
"Well, tell me about it, darling," Faye urged. "Don't keep me in suspense."
"Maybe you'd be better off that way," he mumbled.
"It's that bad?"
"Could be," he said. "I might've been wrong, Faye. Not about their scheme, though. I'm
positive they set out to con you. But it looks bad for both you and my company now."
"Then Mister Sheldon's back really is broken, after all?"
"Maybe Sheldon misjudged your speed, or injured his spine when he hit the pavement
after he slapped your fender and did a deliberate somersault... or something. All I know
about his condition is what I saw, Faye. I stood there and watched Brophy take a long,
sterile hatpin and run it clear through Sheldon's thigh. And then his other thigh, and
both of his calves. Sheldon didn't flinch once, so I know he wasn't faking it. It looks
like he's paralyzed, all right. Either that or Brophy gave him a spinal block before I got
there. There's one other possibility, of course. Brophy could've induced a temporary
paralysis in Sheldon by using a posthypnotic suggestion, but be didn't appear to be
under hypnosis while I was there. All I know is, if they put on that same stunt for a
jury, we're dead ducks."
"Then I'm still going to take care of the poor man when Doctor Brophy releases him
from his office."
"I don't like the idea of Sheldon in the same house with you, Faye. It could be
dangerous, if he isn't paralyzed."
"But what if he is, Max? And we can't be absolutely sure, can we? No, I've go to do it.
I'd never be able to live with my conscience if I didn't, I keep thinking that maybe it
really was an accident, in spite of all you've told me, and you've got to admit it could've
been."
"Yeah," he grudgingly admitted. "But if it was an accident, it was a billion-to-one shot,
and I don't like those odds. And why isn't he in a regular hospital? No, damn it, it was
no accident, even if his back is actually broken. There's no doubt in my mind, Sheldon
deliberately ran out at your car for the express purpose of faking an accident.
"The problem is, how do we prove it? They're taking it to court, Faye. Sheldon's lawyer
rejected our settlement offer. I'm sorry, baby. It looks like I've let you down."
"You did your best, Max. That's all anyone can do."
Max drove in silence now, and when he pulled up in front of Faye's boarding house, he
cut the lights and engine and sat there thinking. "All right," he finally said. "I still 
don't like the idea of it, but perhaps you should bring Sheldon back here and take care of
him. It'll be months before we go to court, and Brophy should be ready to release him
from his office in two or three more weeks. If he's really paralyzed, there's nothing we
can do but fight for a reasonable judgment in Court. But if they're faking paralysis,
with hypnotism or whatever, maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to trap him and get
proof of it. I'll get you a miniature recorder and camera. It could be risky, but if you're
hell bent on taking care of him anyway, what have we got to lose? Now, here's what I
want you to do, Faye.


Chapter 4

It was mid-March when Dr. Brophy, smiling, drove up in front of Mrs. Pusey's
boarding house with Mr. Sheldon, who was not smiling.
"I don't like this, Doe," Sheldon grumbled.
Brophy lifted the smaller man out of the station wagon and put him in the wheel chair.
"Widow Pusey wants to take care of you, Shel, and I should think you'd be delighted to
let her."
"Bullshit. This damned body cast itches me," Sheldon complained.
With Sheldon in it, the portly doctor backed the wheel chair up the three steps from
the sidewalk, turned it around and started pushing it up the walkway toward the two story house.
"Forget this crap, Doe. Take me back to your office, and stop by the liquor store on the
way. I want a bottle."
They were near the porch by then. Brophy stopped the wheel chair and leaned over
with his mouth close to Sheldon's ear. "Now you listen to me, Shel. You're going in
here, not back to my office. That woman feels guilty, and I want her taking care of you.
Do you understand? Let her wait on you hand and foot, just like she offered to do. It's
your job to play on her sympathies. I want Mrs. Pusey feeling so sorry for you that
she'll turn out to be our witness when this thing goes to court."
"I'll go nuts in there," Sheldon muttered. "I'll have to have a bottle."
"Like hell, you will. You'll behave yourself, if you know what's good for us both. Forget
booze, damn it, until after the trial. You'll louse everything up if you get plastered. I'll
come by every day, and I'll bring you a little shot, but I'd better not hear of you
conning the Pusey woman into bringing you a bottle. You don't have to have alcohol,
now do you?"
"No, goddamn it, I'm not an alcoholic. I don't have to have it; I just like it, is all,"
Sheldon fussed.
Faye moved her fourteen-year-old son into the room she and little Cindy shared, and
made up a cot for him to sleep on. She put the sullen Sheldon in Kevin's room, which
was next to hers, so she wouldn't have to run up and down the stairs to attend the wiry
little man.
A compassionate woman by nature, it grieved Faye just to look upon Sheldon. He
looked so small and pitiful and helpless, sitting there hour after hour in his wheel chair
in the parlor, watching TV. It was even worse when he was in bed reading, or staring
blandly at the ceiling, or gazing wistfully out the window. She could see the outline of
the bulky body cast beneath the long, hospital type nightshirt he wore. Having him in
the house with her was a constant reminder to Faye that she was responsible for his
condition, and he looked so wretchedly miserable.
Two weeks passed, with Dr. Brophy dropping by every day to check on Sheldon. When
the doctor I confided in her that his patient had recovered as much as he ever would,
that Sheldon would remain an invalid confined to a wheel chair for the rest of his life,
Faye was ready to believe it. Taking all the blame upon herself, Faye rejected Max's
suspicions and cried herself to sleep that night.
It was toward the end of March when Faye awakened abruptly in the middle of the
night. She'd heard a thump in the next room, and her first fearful thought was that Mr.
Sheldon had fallen out of bed. She lay there for a moment, wondering if she'd dreamed
it, trying to shake herself completely awake. Then she heard other noises which didn't
make a lick of sense. It was a soft, steady sound, as if bare feet were nervously pacing
the floor.
That's impossible! she thought as she swung her lovely legs over the side of the bed and
sat up. Mister Sheldon is paralyzed! He couldn't be up walking around! Could he? But
he's awake. I see light under the door!
She had to know for sure. Moving quietly so as not to disturb her children's sleep, Faye
tiptoed over to the door connecting the two rooms and knelt to peek through the
keyhole. She could see nothing. The keyhole was blocked. Evidently Sheldon's key was
in the lock. This in itself wasn't upsetting to Faye, because the man could get about in
his wheel chair, and he often locked himself in his room when he wanted total privacy.
She pressed her ear to the door. An icy shiver tingled up her spine.
He is-up! I can definitely hear him, and it sounds like he's got his shoes on now! Good
grief, has Max been right all along?
If Max was right, this was her opportunity to trap Sheldon. Faye had the feeling that
her imagination might be playing tricks on her, but she couldn't afford to take any
chances. Being sued by a pitiful little man whose back she'd broken was one thing, but
Faye sure as hell didn't intend to let him take her for everything she had if she actually
hadn't crippled him.
She put on her short spring robe, a rather frilly, flowered affair, and jabbed her bare feet
into her slippers. Snatching up her purse, which contained the miniature recorder and
camera Max had loaned her, Faye slipped out through the other door and inched down
the hall.
The hallway doors had been fitted with modem locks about a foot above the old fashioned 
knob-and-plate affairs which were too susceptible to skeleton keys. Faye had a
master key which fit all the newer locks, but she chose not to use it just yet. If she was
wrong, she didn't want to make a fool of herself by bursting in on Sheldon.
Cautiously she dropped to one dimpled knee and pressed her eye to the lower keyhole
rather than the narrow slit of the one above, which contained tumblers and was
impossible to see through. This one was not blocked. Faye could see right into the
room, and what she saw infuriated her.
There on the floor beside the bed lay Sheldon's phoney body cast. It had hinges
embedded in the plaster on one side, and catches along the other.
Why, you sneaky little bastard! Faye muttered under her breath, realizing now why
Sheldon had taken to locking himself in his room, especially when he went to bed at
night. What an idiot I've been! Here I was feeling so sorry for you, and all the time
you've been putting on and taking off that damned cast whenever you felt like it!
Sheldon was almost fully dressed now. Apparently he intended to slip out of the house
for a while. Faye couldn't help but wonder how many times he'd done it before, while
she and the rest of the people in the boarding house were fast asleep. It galled her to
know how thoroughly she'd been duped. But he wouldn't get away with it this time.
She got out the miniature camera and stepped back from the door, intending to snap
Sheldon's picture when he stepped into the hallway, and put an end once and for all to
the dastardly scheme he and Brophy were puffing.
Five minutes later she was still waiting, with the camera poised and ready. It dawned on
her then. Sheldon would not be coming into the hall. All was quiet in his room now,
and when she peeked through the keyhole again, she saw that the lights were out.
"Damn it!" she muttered, and knocked on the door, calling his name.
When there was no answer, she got her master key from her purse and let herself into
Sheldon's room. She switched on the lights. Sheldon was nowhere to be seen. Faye
kicked angrily at the hinged plaster cast as she moved past it toward the open window.
Just as she'd suspected, the screen was unlatched and hanging loose from the top of the
window frame.
Silently Faye cursed herself. It was she who'd given Sheldon the downstairs room,
thereby making it easy for him to slip out the window late at night and come and go as
he pleased. Having no idea whether he would be gone three minutes or three hours, she
stamped back to the light switch and plunged the room into darkness once more.
She thought of calling Max but decided against it, reasoning that if Sheldon returned
while she was on the phone it would ruin this chance to get the goods on him. Because
of Sheldon's small size, she had no fear of being physically harmed by him. All he
wanted was the hundred-thousand dollar insurance money, and everything she owned in
the world, besides.
"Well, you're not going to get a dime, you miserable little runt!" she whispered
hissingly as she moved back across the darkened room. "Max said candlelight was
enough for the film in this camera, so that full moon should be plenty bright enough.
I'm going to snap a picture of you walking toward the house, and another of you
climbing in the window. Then I'm going straight to the police. I'll see you and that
suave doctor in court, all right, but the trial won't be a lawsuit!"
It was easy, even for Faye, to get out through the window. All she had to do was back
into it and push open the screen, then let herself down till her feet contacted the
ground. Camera in hand, her purse hooked over her forearm, she concealed herself in a
squatting position behind a low evergreen shrub and waited.
Five minutes passed. Faye glanced at her wristwatch. It was ten past midnight. She
shifted about. Her legs were complaining. A noise in the alley startled her. The hair on
the back of her neck bristled. Automatically she swung her head around, but the back
yard fence was in the way, and she could see nothing. Probably a cat raiding garbage
cans, she decided, returning her attention to the street, where she expected Sheldon to
appear momentarily.
She could hear the radio dispatcher speaking as a police cruiser moved slowly down the
street. In the illumination of its headlights, she saw the figure of a small man shuffling
along the far sidewalk. She thought of calling out to the police, but by then it was too
late. The cruiser was out of sight, moving on toward the thoroughfare. Then she saw
that it wasn't a man, but a woman in slacks, and she realized she was becoming a bit
jumpy.
There was a creaking sound close behind her. Faye nearly jumped out of her skin. Over
her shoulder she could see the wooden gate of the fence being pushed open. It was
Sheldon. She recognized him soon as he slipped from the back yard. He was coming in
from the alley. Her heart leaped into her throat. As quietly as she could, Faye slipped in
between the low shrub and the house.
Her head and shoulders were exposed, and Sheldon would have to pass right by her.
She could only hope he didn't spot her. Suddenly the moonlight was much too bright
to suit her. She could see clearly the bottle of whiskey Sheldon held in his hand. He
stopped and opened it, took a drink, then stuffed it in his back pocket and came on
toward the window.
Now that Sheldon was returning, Faye could feel her stomach knotting with anxiety.
There'd been plenty of time to call Max, and she surely wished she'd done it. Max
wouldn't be here yet, of course, but she would feel much better about this whole thing
if only she could know he was on his way. But Max was not on his way to her, and
Sheldon was approaching. She was on her own.
This was her chance to get proof Sheldon wasn't paralyzed. It could be the only chance
she'd get. She had to go through with it. Everything she owned hung in the balance.
Damn him! Why did he have to come from behind?! she thought, a bit irrationally, as
she gulped down her fear and lifted the tiny camera to the ready.
She focused on Sheldon and snapped the shutter, breathing easier when she heard it
make only the faintest clicking sound.. As he walked right past without spotting her,
Faye got a second shot of the wiry little man. Then Sheldon was pulling open the
bottom of the screen and tiptoeing to get a grip on the window sill. Faye leaned
sideways a little into the shrub, aiming the camera. This one had to be a good, clear
picture.
Faye was concentrating so bard on her photographic efforts she didn't notice her knees
were rustling the dry leaves beneath the shrub. Through the camera's viewfinder she
could see that Sheldon had paused below the window, but she couldn't see him well
enough to realize he was looking right at her.' By the time Faye figured out why he'd
hesitated, it was too late. The screen slapped the window as Sheldon lunged at the
kneeling woman and knocked the camera from her hand. His right fist crashed into her
startled face, presenting Faye with a parade of multicolored stars as well as irrefutable
proof that the little man was much stronger than she'd supposed. She opened her
mouth to scream, but this fearful reaction was too slow. Gurgling, choking noises
issued from her gaping mouth. Nothing more, He had both hands around her throat.
She knelt there, her bulging eyes staring up in horror as she clawed wildly at his sinewy
arms.
Sheldon had her by the throat and was shaking her like a terrier shakes a rat, and she
couldn't breathe. Her desperate clawing became weaker and weaker. The earth spun
crazily about her. Everything was turning black. Her lungs were bursting. Sheldon
throttled Faye until her eyes snapped shut and her arms flopped limply down to her
aides. When he tamed her loose, she slumped to the ground unconscious. He cursed
her, even as he pulled up her night clothes and ran his hand vulgarly over her tits and
pussy. Choking Faye senseless had given him a tremendous erection. He took out his
aching cock and rammed it into her bone-dry snatch, his pent-up cum gushing into her
belly the instant his cock penetrated her.


Chapter 5

When Faye regained consciousness, she could move nothing but her head, hands and
feet, and even the movement of her hands and feet was extreme1y restricted. The bright
artificial light hurt her eyes, and the surroundings it revealed to her at a glance that she
was in a doctor's examining room. Angry voices drifted in from somewhere nearby.
Faye recognized them as belonging to Sheldon and Brophy.
The evil men were arguing, and she learned to her horror that she was the topic of that
argument. She could hear Brophy berating Sheldon for leaving the house, and the big
man really gave the little one hell for raping her when he'd caught her outside taking
pictures. Faye had known nothing about being raped, but her pussy did feel abused and
sticky, now that she gave her attention to it.
She gritted her teeth and groaned at the thought of being screwed by Sheldon,
especially while she was unconscious.
Only a creep would do a sick thing like that! she thought with revulsion. I've got to get
out of here before they discover I've come to! There's no telling what they might do to
me now!
That was when Faye discovered she couldn't move. A moment later, after struggling
and grunting and rolling her head about, she realized why she couldn't move. They had
her strapped to an examining table by her wrists and ankles.. Her arms were up beside
her head, bent at the elbows with her hands pulled tautly down toward the floor. Her
legs were raised and spread wide apart with her feet tied into the stirrups as if the
doctor intended to give her a pelvic examination. And she was stark naked. Faye threw
back her head and vented her blood-chilling terror:
"AAAAAAAUIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Faye's shrill scream brought both men running. Brophy slapped her. "Shut up! If you
yell again, I'll tape your mouth!"
"Wha-what are you g-going to do to me?" Faye demanded, her fear making her stutter.
"Now that's a damned good question, Missus Pusey," Brophy muttered as he turned
away from her and picked up a syringe from his instrument table. He turned back,
swabbed her arm with an alcoholed cotton ball and plunged in the needle. "That's
exactly what this stupid drunk and I've been discussing," he said as he pressed the
plunged and injected a fluid into her arm. "DON'T! WHAT ARE YOU GIVING ME?!
I DON'T WANT A SHOT!"
"You've just had one," Brophy said. He withdrew the needle and wiped a drop of blood
off her punctured skin. "I've injected you with Demerol. It won't hurt you. Relax. In a
couple of minutes, you won't have a care in the world."
He was right. Even as the doctor spoke, a pleasant sense of euphoria was washing over
Faye. In less than two minutes she was at peace with the world, and felt as if she were
floating high above it. She could hear Brophy and Sheldon talking. Brophy was saying
they had kidnapped her, and that they could get the death penalty for it.
"We'll have to kill her and dispose of her body," she could hear the doctor saying as she
felt his hands roaming over her breasts and belly. His voice sounded as if it were
drifting to her from a great distance, and his warm hands felt nice as they caressed her
lewdly. She knew she should be alarmed by what he was saying, but she couldn't seem
to take it seriously. The thought of her own death struck her as ridiculous, because she
just couldn't seem to worry about anything. The doctor's voice droned on and on,
filtering in to her through the cocoonlike fog which the drug had built around her.
"We'll put her in her car and take her out into the desert... run her car into an arroyo
and set fire to it... make it look like an accident.., hate to burn such a fantastic body as
here, though... already been raped... might as well have her myself first... no great
rush... long as she's ashes and we're back here by sunup... when.., police... in that room
with your cast back on, Sheldon."
The doctor stripped off his clothes as Sheldon stood by watching. Faye heard a car
screech around the corner outside. A dog barked viciously for a moment and then quit.
She laughed when she saw what a big fat stomach the naked doctor had, and how short
his hard penis was. But his stubby dick looked very thick. Faye didn't feel a bit like
laughing when the big man climbed onto the examining table with her and rammed his
organ into her cunt.
"UNNN, UNNNGGGG!" she groaned, because she wasn't sufficiently lubricated and it
hurt when he socked it into her.
His huge abdomen descended smotheringly upon her, and Brophy began fucking into
her vulnerable hairy hole. Soon her cuntal juices were flowing, freely. She could hear
the exciting squish, squish, squish as she felt the doctor's rampant cudgel banging in
and out through the feverish gates of her furry slot.
"Ohhh... oh, this is lovely!" she cooed. "I've never been fu... ahb, ahhh... fucked on an
examining table before! Or by a... uuummm doctor, either!"
Everything had a dreamlike aura about it now, and Faye didn't really know whether
these things were happening to her or not. The powerful drug, had transported her
through the looking glass into a world which seemed simultaneously real and unreal. It
was impossible to tell. And she didn't really care, because she felt absolutely marvelous.
If someone had come at her with a meat cleaver saying he was going to chop off her
head, Faye wouldn't have particularly given a damn right then, then.
"AAAaaah! Oooooh! Oh, Doctor... DOCTOR! FUCK ME... AAARRRGOGHHHHH...
I'M CUMMING! OOOUUUUU... CCUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!"
Faye's pretty face took on the look of orgasmic rapture. She licked her lips and let her
head loll about as it would. The leather straps bit into her wrists and ankles as she
attempted to fling her arms and legs wantonly around the big man.
"OHHHHHH... OHHHHHHH... AAAAHHHHHHMMMM!!!"
"Is it good, Missus Pusey?" the doctor intoned with lustful derision. "Do you like the
way I'm fucking you, you hot-assed bitch?"
"LOVE IT!" she rasped, so enslaved by the drug and lust that she began kissing the
bull like neck of the man who intended to murder her. "AAAAHH... GIVE IT TO
MEEE!!!"
"What a lovely cunt you are," Brophy commented, his ass arcing rhythmically up and
down between her upraised thighs. "I can feel your hot, wet pussy fluttering delightfully
around my cock. It's a shame you found out the truth about Sheldon's condition,
because I sincerely hate to dispose of a woman like you. There are all too few really fine
pieces of ass in this world, and you're one of them. Tell me, Missus Pusey, do you truly
love to fuck?"
"OHHHHHH... YES, YESSS... I DO LOVE TO FUCK... OH, DOCTOR... I TRULY
DOOOOOO!"
Brophy chuckled and kept right on hammering the meat to her. "Confession is good for
the soul, my dear, and in your case, the body, too. Your honest admission has just
bought you a few more years of life. I shall not kill you, after all. Unn, unn! Indeed not.
I have an acquaintance in Juarez who owns a rather large whorehouse. Beautiful, fair 
skinned American ladies like you are always in great demand, especially by black
soldiers. Would you like to be a whore and fuck a hundred blacks a day, Missus
Pusey?"
"NOOH... NOT. THAT... MMMMM, MMMM... I'M NOT A WHORE, DOCTOR!"
"Of course you're not, my dear Missus Pusey. Not yet. But you soon will be...
AARGHH... and you'll love it in no time. With a hungry cunt like yours, I should say
that in a week's time you'll accept your new position in life and... aaahh, that's it, you
fucking pig, shake that ass, hunch your greedy snatch up to me! An, yes, you'll make a
fine prostitute!"
"CUMMING!" she squealed. "OHHHHHH...GOD... SOO SOONNNN...
ARRGGHHH... AGAIN... CUUMMMMIINNNGGGGG... OHHHHHHHHH... OH,
IT'S SOOOOO GOOODDDDD.... AAAHHHHHHUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHH
CUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!"
The doctor joined Faye in orgasm this time, for the sucking cylinder of her sopping hot
pussy proved to be irresistible. Her spasming inner muscles literally milked the sperm
up from his twitching testicles, and he groaned with pleasure as he shot off in her
rippling belly.
"MORE!" she pleaded, when he withdrew the limbering hunk of short fat dick from her
sperm-drenched hairy hole. "MORE, MORE!"
"More what, Missus Pusey?" the doctor chortled. "More cock? Is that what you want?
Do you love cock?"
"COCK!" she bleated, her crimson gap belching foamy white cum while her lovely
rump squirmed beggingly. "I WANT MORE COCK! I LOVE COCK! OHH, I
DOOO! I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH!"
"And any cock would do, wouldn't it, my dear? Even a stinking black one? All you care
about is having a hard dick rammed up you, right? If I could give you a big, sweaty
black man this minute, you would let him fuck you, wouldn't you?"
"YESSS... OH, I WOULD! I'D LOVE IT!"
"Somehow I knew you were going to say that," the doctor smugly replied, feeling her
up as he moved along the examining table till he was standing beside her head. "But
I'm sorry to say that I have no black to give you. You'll have to wait until tomorrow
night for that, when you're a whore in your cubicle at my friend's Mexican whorehouse.
In the meantime, I'll be only too happy to hose you again. But you'll have to suck my
peter and make it hard first. Will you do that for me, Missus Pusey? Shall I put my
pecker in your mouth now?"
"NOW!" Faye rasped, eyeing his shrunken penis hungrily as she lifted her head toward
it. "I'LL SUCK IT FOR YOU! I WANT TO, DOCTOR! OH, YESSS... I'LL DO
ANYTHING YOU SAY!"
"My God," Brophy mumbled to himself. "And to think I almost killed this carnal
beauty. What a waste that would've been!" He pushed her head back down to the table
and leaned over her, wiping his spongy, secretion-drenched prick all over her pretty
face.
Faye whimpered. She let him rub it over her eyes and nose and cheeks and lips, licking
at it every lime it passed her mouth. He took his flaccid rod in his fingers and milked it
down, holding the rosy head scant inches above her lips. A milky drop of after-cum
oozed from the slitted tip of his leachy dickhead and hung there for a moment before
he lowered his crown and wiped it over the softness of her red oral petals.
"MMMMMM!" Faye Sighed, her pink tongue snaking out to clean her cummy lips.
"You beautiful bitch!" Brophy exclaimed as he fed his rising organ into her eagerly
receiving mouth. "You were born to be a whore! Do you know that, woman? Christ, I'll
be doing both you and my Mexican friend a favor by selling you to him!"
Faye could hear the doctor's voice droning on, but she wasn't in the least interested in
what he was saying. She had a mouthful of delicious erecting penis, and her drug-dulled
mind could, think of nothing else. Her tongue played over the tumescent cockflesh as it
grew harder and bigger inside her voraciously sucking mouth. Dimly she was aware of
the two men talking, but she couldn't make out their words. It both surprised and
delighted her when the wiry little man mounted her and penetrated her yearning pussy
with his average-sized peter.
"MMM, MMM, MMMM!" Faye moaned around her mouthful of pulsing pecker, and
started working with Sheldon right from the first thrust.,
Sheldon was sucking her tender tits and tucking into her snatch at the same time, while
Brophy held her head and jabbed his stubby prick in and out of her suctioning mouth.
Faye thought she would piss, it felt so good. She loved this. It was terribly degrading to
be tied down while two horny men used her simultaneously, one feeding her cock and
the other giving it to her in the cunt – but she couldn't help responding to it. She was
having a tremendously wicked thrill with no guilt at ill to mar her pleasure. Faye
blamed her wildly aroused condition on the injection the doctor had given her. But the
drug was no aphrodisiac, and therefore not directly responsible for her raging lust. All
the Demerol had done was lower her inhibitions and allow her innate capacity for
licentiousness to burst forth into full bloom.
The obscene double-tucking was evoking the comely widow's true carnal nature,
turning her into a man-eater, and Mrs. Faye Pusey would never be the same again after
Brophy got through with her – for this was only the beginning.
Gluttonously Faye drank the cum of one man while another's spend jetted into her
orgasmically clasping vagina. Grunts and groans echoed off the walls of the small
examining room, the very air of which was by now heavy with the mixed scent of sweat
and sex.
The men traded places, Sheldon sitting on the resilient pillows of her magnificent
breasts and lifting her head to stuff his limber eel of a dick into her spermy mouth,
while Brophy let down the flap at the end of the examining table and abused her
privates by ramming four fingers up her cum-drenched twat and gouging into her tiny
anus with his too-big thumb.
Brophy was hurting her, but Faye was in no condition to complain. She didn't want
him to stop. It was an exciting hurt. He was giving her a delicious pain, doing it on
purpose, and she found herself shuddering with a masochistic thrill as she suffered
under the cruel hands of this callous man.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
She threw back her head, losing Sheldon's dong from her mouth, screaming at the
blinding burst of gut-searing pain which racked her body, for Brophy had just jerked
out his brown-tinged thumb and bludgeoned his powerful cudgel into the impossibly
tight ring of her rosebud rectum he'd torn her asshole getting his dick into her butt, and
she screamed again and again as bright red blood streaked down the milk-white valley
of her quivering, wide-splayed buttocks.
"STICK YOUR COCK IN HER MOUTH! SHUT HER UP!" Brophy husked,
cornholing the hell out of Faye with total disregard for the suffering his perverted
action was causing her.
Sheldon rammed his stalk down their helpless victim's throat, and the massive medic
continued to sodomize her with lustful glee. Her ruptured asshole dung grippingly to
the girth of Brophy's plunging stem, her anal area sinking in around his prong as he
drove it into her bowels, and pulling out luridly around his thick shaft each time he
backed part way out of her trembling, sweat-dripping body.
Moaning piteously, Faye began sucking. Sheldon's dirty peter again, while she took
with mixed emotions the brutal ass-tucking Brophy was giving her against her will. All
that changed in less than a minute, however, for the doctor's thrusting dong pumped
the pain from her abused behind and began filling it with a brand-new type of purely
perverted pleasure.
DEAR GOD! Faye thought with a rare flash of mental clarity. WHAT ARE THESE
ANIMALS DOING TO ME?! THEY'RE BOTH TAKING ME AT ONCE!
SHELDON'S GOT HIS PENIS IN MY MOUTH... AND THE DOCTOR... IS
KILLING MEEE! OHHHHHH... HE'S RAPING MY ASS... TEARING MY FLESH!
AARRGGHHHH... IT HURTS... HURTS SOOO WONN-DERR-FULLLLLLLLY.
GOD HELP ME, BUT I LOOVVEE IIITTTTT!!! THEY'RE DRAGGING ME DOWN
INTO THE GUTTER... RUINING ME FOREVER... BUTI DON'T GIVE A GOOD
GODDAMNNN!!!
Faye was truly shocked and amazed by the lustful manner in which she was receiving
this carnal abuse. But her moment of conscious thought was a fragile thing. It shattered
abruptly, and she fell right back down into the muck with her tormentors, moaning as
she sucked the dick of one man and humped her cock-stuffed asshole mindlessly up to
the other man.
Seconds later Sheldon let out a howl of fulfillment and 'jerked Faye's head forward. His
swelling cockhead bored deep into her throat. His abdomen slapped over her face,
flattening her nose and blocking her vision. The coarse slinky pubic hair surrounding
the base of his organ chafed her soft, puffy lips as he mashed them tight against his
groin and tried to force his balls inside her mouth too.
She gurgled and gulped reflexively while the ballooning head of the wiry little man's
dick spat the weak jets of his third cum into her more than willing throat.
They had succeeded in stripping the lovely young widow of more than her clothes and
morals by this time, for their lustful" misuse of her petite body had also ripped away
the veneer of her civilized propriety and lain bare the raw emotions of a primitive
creature.
"SODOMIZE ME, YOU DIRTY SONOFABITCHI" Faye yelled vulgarly the instant
Sheldon's deflating, spit-coated peter slipped from between her still-hungry lips. "GIVE
IT TO ME, GODDAMN YOU! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH THAT'S ITT. MMMM...
HARDERRR OOOOUUUUUUUUUUU... FASTER! AGH, A'GH! OH, DOO IT!
RAPE MY BUTT! FUCK THE ASS RIGHT OFF MEEEEE!!!"
"WHORE, WHORE, WHORE!" Brophy shouted, his rotund stomach slapping loudly
against the soft undersurfaces of her lovely, upheld thighs. He was using all his strength
to drive his stout cudgel into her with sledgehammer strength. It looked like he was
doing his damnedest to rip her asshole out by the roots.
"YES, YOU FILTHY PERVERT!" she shouted back at him, her tiny body bucking and
straining. "A WHORE! THAT'S ALL I AM... A DIRTY, NO-GOOD WHORE! NOW,
SHUT UP AND FUCK ME! MAKE ME KNOW YOU MEAN IT, YOU WEAKLING!
GOD, YOU'RE A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN! I NEED MORE THAN YOU CAN
GIVE ME, YOU SHORT-PECKERED QUACK! WHAT I NEED IS A MAN... A
REAL MAN... ONE OF THOSE SOLDIERS YOU PROMISED ME... OH, GOD, A
BIG, BIG BLACK MAN, WITH A COCK LIKE A MULE... GOD KNOWS I'D GIVE
MY SOUL FOR A GIANT COCK, RIGHT NOWWWW!!!"
"GO GET TEX, SHEL! BRING HIM IN HERE!" Brophy barked.
As the little man hurried from the room with an evil grin warping his face, the portly
brute of doctor leaned over their bound victim and captured her swollen nipples
between his thumb and two fingers of each hand. He pinched down or the tender cones
of her sensitive the and twisted them roughly...
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Faye's tortured body bowed up, jerking and quaking. The shrill scream of her agony
rent the air and reverberated raggedly throughout the entire run-down suite of Brophy's
dingy offices. She passed out from the pain, and was totally unaware of the doctor's
prong driving balls-deep up her butt for the final time, there to spew out his sperm in
the violated depths of her roiling bowels.
Tex was the trained guard dog Brophy had recently bought for protection against
dopehead burglars. When Faye came to, she was horrified by the huge dog licking the
mixture of blood, sweat and sexual secretions from her vulnerable crotch and asscheeks.
Because of her raging lust, her healthy body had burned off most of the Demerol
injection. The drug was having only a slight, lingering effect on her now.
"GET THAT ANIMAL AWAY FROM MEEE!" she screamed, squirming about n a
desperate but futile effort to elude the flashing red tongue of the magnificent German
shepherd. It was useless to struggle, Faye discovered with mounting horror, for her
wrists and ankles were still bound and she remained in the same helpless position as
before. Her bodily movements were extremely limited.
"DON'T LET THAT BEAST LICK ME ....ARRGGGG... MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU
THINKING?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEE!?"
"We're thinking that you're a bitch in heat," Sheldon cackled.
"Yes," Brophy agreed, "and a bitch in heat needs a male dog to service her. Isn't that.
right, Missus Pusey?"
"NOOH!" Faye screeched, staining at her bonds. "I BEG YOU... DON'T... DON'T DO
THIS WICKED THING TO ME!"
"We're not gonna do a damned thing to you," Sheldon said. "Hellfire, we've had all of
you we want. It's the dog what's going to hump you now. Leastwise, it looks like he
might."
There was no escape. Brophy clapped his hand over her mouth and let her scream into
his palm until she was hoarse. The dog kept licking her and licking her, with his long
hot tongue lapping deep into both her pussy and asshole. She struggled furiously, sweat
pouring off her thrashing body, until at last she fell back utterly exhausted,
Whimpering and moaning in defeat and docility.
"Now, that's better, Missus Pusey," the doctor crooned with mock sympathy. "Just lie
there nice and quiet while Tex has his way with you. There's nothing you can do about
it anyway. Now that you've quit making such a fuss, it wouldn't surprise me in the least
if you find yourself enjoying it. From the glassy look of your lovely eyes, I'd guess that
canine tongue is beginning to feel good already."
"NOOH!" Faye protested, but she was lying. It did feel good to have the dog's febrile
tongue licking over her crotch and into her cunt, and that fact was as clear to them as it
was to her.
"I think you're a bit mixed-up," Brophy chuckled. "Your mouth says one thing, but I'm
afraid your expression says quite another. You may as well admit it. You're beginning
to like having sex with a dog, aren't you, Missus Pusey?"
"YES, DAMN YOU!" she wailed, closing her eyes in shame. "IT DOES FEEL GOOD! I
DON'T WANT IT TO... BUT I CAN'T HELP ITT!!!"
"Ah, yes," the medic sighed, "I fully understand your dilemma. Bestiality is a crime
against nature, isn't it?"
"OHHHHH... OH, IT IS! THE VILEST OF ALL PERVERSIONS!"
"But it feels so good to have an animal licking into your hairy snatch, doesn't it? Yes, I
can see that you're really enjoying it now. You'll thank me for this later, my dear, for
breaking you in private. You see, when you become a Juarez Whore, you'll have to
perform in all sorts of sex shows in front of live audiences. You'll be tucked and sucked
by men and women alike. Dogs will screw you routinely. And of course, you'll be
required to take your turn beneath the trained donkey. All of this before audiences
containing curious ladies as well as horny gentlemen."
"OH, DEAR GOD!" Faye groaned. "I'D RATHER DIE!"
"Suit yourself, Missus. Pusey. It's either whoredom or death for you, and I'm perfectly
willing to give you your choice. I've got to get rid of you, you see, and it doesn't matter
whether you turn up dead or simply disappear from the respectable face of the earth."
Faye quickly retracted her rash statement. She shuddered with horrified humiliation at
the prospect of being turned into a border-town whore, but the alternative as death, and
she didn't want to die, no matter what.
The German shepherd was slow to get the idea, for this was as new to Tex as it was to
Faye. His long slender peter hung out beet-red and dribbling, but he continued to lick
her furry gash even when Brophy pushed a stool in at the foot of the examining table.
The men had to help the dog get his hind legs up on the stool, and it required a
guiding hand to bring the point of Tex's slender penis into the inflamed maw of Faye's
hairy hole.. However, once the dog felt the slippery heat of her sex flesh, he let out a
yelp and slid the entire length of his skinny canine dick into the moist sheath of Faye's
human pussy.
"OHHHHHHHH... OHH, NOOOO!" Faye whined, thrilling, to the feel of the
inrushing, superhot dog dick, even as a flood of scathing shame threatened to drown
her.
Now that Tex had his crimson spear in her, he knew exactly what to do, and wasted no
time in getting down to business. His back began arching frenziedly. The dog's tongue
hung out pantingly.
He drooled saliva on her jouncing tits. His eyes took on a faraway look, and he jabbed
his long, slender organ rapid-fire in and out of Faye's fluttering belly. The pencil-point
tip of his canine peter poked right into the ultra-sensitive mouth of her womb each
time he dropped the hairy surface of his underbelly down onto the smooth, sweat-slick
stomach of Faye's abdomen, eliciting from her a steady stream of involuntary cries of
unwanted pleasure. "AAAAAH, AAAAAH! THIS. IS OUTRAGEOUS...
OHHHHHHHHHH... GOD, I FEEL SO DEGRADED... MMM, MMMM IT'S
DEPRAVED... OOOUUUUU... A HORRIBLE SIN!"
Faye felt like the scum of the earth, and she kept saying so in one way or another
between the ecstatic outcries of the sexual rapture sweeping her up. But it was
fantastically good, and Faye could not deny it for long. The dog's ass was a blur of
motion. What the animal's dick lacked in girth was more than made up for in heat and
length.
She could feel the inflamed shaft of the dog's prick spearing deep into her belly many
times per second. Tex was tucking her like crazy now, cramming the cock to her faster
than any man alive could ever hope. to do. The feverish pleasure of their unnatural
union built and built until Faye feared it would burst her loins. She wanted to scream,
it was getting so god awful good.
The very thought of bestial copulation was abhorrent to Faye under normal conditions,
but being tied down and bred like a bitch to a panting stud dog was far from normal.
She resisted the urge to abandon herself to this screamingly perverse lust for as long as
she could. Then she succumbed with a great in sucking of air and a violent tremor
racking her misused body. The captive young widow threw back her head and heaved a
guttural roan of unconditional surrender.
"A'TTA BOY, TEX!" Sheldon called excitedly. "SOCK IT TO HER! SHE'S GETTIN'
TO LIKE THAT DOG STICK NOW! SHE DON'T WANT TO, BUT, BY DAMN,
SHE CAN'T HELP HERSELF!"
"I CANT'. Faye wailed, her hips beginning to pump with the animal, making about one
thrust for every four of his. "GOD FORGIVE ME...AAAAAAHHHH... BUT I JUST
CAN'T HELP IT!"
"FUCK HER, TEX!" Brophy hissed, his eyes bulging and his tongue sweeping his lips..
"FUCK HER GOOD!"
"THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING, YOU MISERABLE CRUD!" Faye shrilled derisively.
"CANT YOU SEE... AHH, AHH... THAT YOUR DOG IS SCREWING ME MUCH
BETTER THAN... OOOOHH... EITHER ONE OF YOU SHITHEADS DID?!
THERE'S NO COMPARISON! TEX IS BETTER THAN YOU UU-OOOUUU... OH,
GOD... MUCH BETTERRR!!!" The huge German shepherd humped blissfully away,
pistoning his canine pecker n the responsively sucking cylinder of Faye's womanly
pussy. It was impossible for Faye to keep up with the wildly tucking dog, so she gave
up frying. Instead she arched her back and lay there shuddering and moaning and
sighing as Tex rammed rapidly into her with womb jabbing thrusts. A hot knot formed
at the base of the dog's organ and began slipping slowly up his pumping shaft. In and
out of
Faye's sopping gash the knot popped, driving her wild as it batted incessantly at the
raw-nerved tip of her elongated clitoris.
"AAAAAAAAAHH... AHHHHHHHHH!" she whined, her head lolling limply from
side to side with her lips drawn back over her perfect white teeth. "GOD, GOD,
GODDD!!!"
Then the bulging knot of bubbling semen was inside her body, moving higher up her
vagina, coming closer and closer to her womb itself. Like most children, Faye had
observed dogs copulating during the curious years of her early teens, so. she knew the
swelling on the dog's penis contained his ejaculate. She could feel it nearing the end of
his organ, and this told her Tex was about to cum.
Faye knew she should be horrified, but she wasn't. Far from it. The dog would be
shooting off in her any second now, and she could hardly wait for the unholy moment
to arrive. Her own orgasm was imminent. If she didn't have relief soon, she would go
stark raging mad, because the heat of this insane dog/woman intercourse was more
than her human flesh could bear.
Just when she thought she couldn't stand it another second, Tex lunged his long,
twitching peter in to the hilt and began yelping as the knot of superheated animal
sperm slipped the final inch up his shaft and gushed out forcefully into the' depths of
her human cunt. It burst from his beet-red penis all in one gluey mass, and the scalding
cum jarred her womb as it crashed over that most feminine of all female organs like a
gigantic tidal wave.
"GGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, her eyeballs rolling up
into her head as her shuddering body lifted off the table, for the inundation of sticky
dog cum had triggered her release mechanism and' opened the floodgates holding back
her own pent-up sexual tensions.
"OHHHHHH... OH, CHRIST... HE'S SHOOTING INTO MEEE... AND I'M
AAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH CUMMING TOO! AHHHHH...AHHHHHHHH...
CCCCCCCUUUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG"!"
The dog slobbered all over her breasts and belly, but Faye scarcely knew it. She lay
there out of her mind with ecstasy; sobbing brokenly and shaking uncontrollably. She
was blubbering incoherently when the German shepherd backed his dick out of her and
swung down to lap up his sperm as it oozed out over the raw-red swollen lips of her
pouting, hairy hole.
She felt another needle prick her arm, and the doctor was saying, "I'm giving you a
hypo now, Missus Pusey. When you wake up, you'll be in my friend's Juarez cathouse,
ready to start a new life for yourself as, a whore." Then he pushed the plunger. She
could feel the liquid being injected. A velvety black void descended and consumed her
consciousness.
"Let's get dressed, Shel," Brophy said. "I'll need you to help me dump her in the trunk
of her car. Then I'll drop you off near her boarding house before I take her across the
bridge into Mexico."


Chapter 6

The next time Faye blinked open her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a pure white
ceiling. Sunlight angled in through the blinds of a plainly curtained window. Mexican
music played softly from somewhere nearby. A man and a woman were conversing in
Spanish. There was a burst of muted laughter and the rustle of bedclothes, accompanied
by an almost inaudible squeaking of springs.
Faye lay deathly still, her heart thumping fearfully in her chest. She was in bed, and as
she rolled her reluctant eyes away from the window, she saw that she was separated
from the Mexican couple by a drawable pale green curtain. A WHOREHOUSE! I'M IN
A JUAREZ WHOREHOUSE! she groaned inwardly, tears of shame welling up to cloud
her vision.
She shut her eyes and groaned aloud, feeling hopeless and sick at heart.
I DON'T WANT TO BE A WHORE! OH, DEAR GOD! she thought wretchedly.
A hand touched her shoulder, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "DON'T
TOUCH ME!"
"Easy, honey, easy," a male voice soothed. "It's me. Max."
"Max?" she gasped, her head snapping toward him. "It is you! Oh, Max, darling, I've
never been so glad to see anyone in all my life! Where am I?"
"In the hospital, baby. You're going to be all right. How do you feel?"
There was a throbbing ache in the vicinity of her asshole, but she didn't tell Max that.
"Hungry," she said, heaving a sigh of relief. "I'm hungry."
He grinned and patted her hand. "That's a good sign."
"How did I get here?"
"I brought you. You were out cold, and I didn't know what was wrong with you. I
didn't want to take any chances."
"But I was at Doctor Brophy's.... the last I remember... and he was... was going to take
me.... How did you know where I was, Max? What happened? Where are Brophy and
Sheldon?"
"Kevin called me after he woke up and couldn't find you in the house. Just in time, too.
Those bastards were loading you in the trunk of your car when I got there. I'd called
the police before I left my apartment. Kevin saw Sheldon drive your car away from the
house, so I was pretty sure where you'd be. The police got to Brophy's seconds after I
did. Brophy was already dead. He pulled a gun on me, Faye. I had to shoot him."
"I'm almost glad he's dead," she said simply. "What about Sheldon?"
"He's in jail, for attempted fraud and kidnapping. Do you want to add any other
charges?"
"No," she breathed. "It wouldn't make much difference, would it?"
"Not really. Kidnaping is more serious than rape."
"You know, then," she said, turning her head in shame.
"I know," he replied, and gave her hand a squeeze.
They lapsed into an awkward silence, each thinking their own thoughts. It was Max
who broke that silence, and what he said made Faye cry.
"We'll have to live at your boarding house for the time being, but let's get married right
away, Faye. I don't want to wait."
She blinked up at him, trying to smile as tears streaked her cheeks. "Oh, darling, after
what they did to me? Are you sure?"
He nodded. "When Kevin called me, I knew how much danger you were in. I nearly
went out of my mind, Faye. It made me realize bow much I really do love you. Forget
what happened, if you can, because I'm never going to mention it again. Will you
marry me, Faye?"
"Oh, yes, Max, I will. You know I will, darling."
They were married a week later, and Max moved into the boarding house with Faye.
He had to go before a coroner's inquest for killing Dr. Brophy, but the policeman and
Sheldon backed up his testimony and the shooting was ruled self-defense.
The fraud charges against Sheldon were dropped when he pleaded guilty to kidnapping.
Sheldon was sentenced to life in prison.


Chapter 7

Kevin was awakened about one a.m. by the familiar sound of squeaking bedsprings in
the next room. He lay with his eyes closed, half-smiling as the soft cries of his mother's
sexual pleasure registered in his alert ears. God, they're at it again, the fourteen-year-old
boy thought, and he experienced an inexplicable feeling of warmth which enveloped
both his heart and loins. Max had been his stepfather for two months now, and Kevin
felt this pleasant' warmth every time he knew the likable man was screwing his mother.
This makes the third time Max has balled Mom tonight. It must be as good as it
sounds, because they sure do it a lot. I don't guess they know Cindy and I can hear
them in here, or they'd be more quiet about it.
At the thought of his little sister, Kevin opened his eyes and turned his head. They'd
been sharing a bed since their mother had remarried, but Cindy was not beside him
now. Startled by her absence, Kevin sat up. Glancing about the moonlit room, he
spotted his twelve-year-old sibling kneeling at the door. Her shortie nightgown had
hiked up behind, revealing a goodly portion of her cute little white-pantied bottom.
He got out of bed and tiptoed over to her.
"What do you think you're doing, Cindy?" he whispered, his voice strained with a
mixture of disapproval and excitement.
Startled, Cindy sucked in her breath and batted her big innocent brown eyes as her
head swung up toward Kevin. "They're doing it again!" she whispered hoarsely. "Max
and Mother. Why are they always having intercourse, Kevin?"
"Because they like to, I guess. You know you shouldn't be spying on them, Sis." "I
know," she murmured, returning her eye to the irresistible keyhole. "It's sickening.
They've got the light on this time. I can see everything!"
"If it's sickening, why do you keep looking? Come on, 'let's get back to bed." Cindy
didn't answer her brother's question. The pubescent girl didn't honestly know why she
kept watching the upsetting act of sexual intercourse.
"Take a look for yourself," she whispered.
Somehow it seemed wrong. Kevin felt as if he were betraying an unspoken trust when
he squatted down beside his sister and brought his eye to the keyhole. An involuntary
tremor passed through him when he caught sight of the carnal action on the bed.. He
had to clench his teeth to keep them' from chattering. Max was on top of their mother,
between her upraised legs, and Kevin could see all too well the gleaming column of sex 
wetted turgidity their stepfather's arcing rump was driving rapidly in and out of her
densely haired sex hole.
"There, didn't I tell you?" the flustered girl asked. "It's disgusting, what they're doing,
isn't it, Kevin? Why does mother let him do that nasty thing to her?"
"You're too young to understand," Kevin replied, trying to sound calm and worldly
wise, when actually he didn't know the complete answer, himself. But it seemed to
satisfy Cindy, for she nodded assent when he said they ought to get back to bed.
The two children lay shivering with secret excitement on their own sides of the bed
when their mother and stepfather plunged into a frenzy of activity and fucked like mad
into a simultaneous climax, with Max grunting and groaning and their mother crying
out brokenly while the bedspring snapped and popped and creaked raspingly with the
frantic song of Love's blissful crescendo.
Shortly the crack of light beneath the connecting door disappeared and all became quiet
in their parent's room, but both Kevin and Cindy were wide awake by this time. The
brother and sister held their silence. Both were embarrassed, and nothing they could
think to say seemed appropriate. Kevin hoped his sister didn't notice that he was
holding his aching peter beneath the sheet.
Cindy cleared her throat twice before she found the courage to say what was on her
inquisitive mind. "Your thing was hard... like Max's... when we got back in bed... wasn't
it, Kevin?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he mumbled, guiltily jerking his hand away from his erection.
"Why?"
"I dunno. It just was. It gets that way sometimes."
"Is it that way now?" Her tense voice was barely audible.
Kevin reluctantly admitted that it was, and when his curious little sister asked if she
could feel it, he experienced a surge of the same exciting warmth which crept over him
when he heard Max and his mother making love. He told her he didn't think she
should, but he couldn't answer when she asked why she shouldn't. He lay there
trembling while her hot little hand moved gropingly down his stomach and found the
spear of flesh protruding from the fly of his pajamas.
"Oouuu," Cindy sort of sighed, when Kevin felt the slender fingers' of her soft, warm
hand wrapping themselves around his stem. "It's not as big as Stepfather's, is it?"
He shook his head and whimpered.
"But it sure is hard! And hot, too!"
The boy lay there gritting his teeth while his sister began fondling his dick, timidly at
first, and, then more and more boldly. Soon, her small hand was moving instinctively
up and down his shaft, stroking it as she popped the tight foreskin back and forth over
the supersensitive rim at the base of his swollen glans penis.
"Does it hurt... when it gets all hard and hot like this?"
"Sort of!" he gasped. And then he groaned and shuddered as he shot off in her hand,
for her innocent curiosity had resulted in the release of the pent-up boyish cum from
his equally innocent balls.
"Oouuu!" she exclaimed. "There's some stuff spurting out, Kevin! It's all hot and
sticky!"
Kevin was in no condition to answer when his sister asked if she was hurting him. All
he could do was shake his head and whimper gruntingly.
While he was still cumming, Cindy took her hand away and brought it up close to her
face, examining it by the soft illumination of moonlight streaming in through the
window. Her palm and fingers glistened wetly with his thick, whitish cream. It seemed
to fascinate the pre-teen girl. She looked at her sperm-drenched hand for a full two
minutes. Then she put it right under her nose and smelled it. Cindy sort of whimpered
herself, then. Finally she wiped her hand on the bedclothes and lay down, shivering
fitfully, her big brown eyes gazing with awe at the sheepish but contented face of her
big brother.
"Gosh," she breathed.
"I don't think you' ought to tell Mom about this," Kevin said worriedly.
"Gosh no!" she said, shaking her head. "Don't tell Max, either, huh?" She curled up in
a ball, hugging herself as she watched her brother drift off to sleep. Caressing his organ
had thrilled her more than she let on.
Little Cindy was beginning to understand why her mother loved the big, fearsome dick
of her red-headed stepfather. She tried to imagine how it would feel if Max put his huge
penis into her, and just thinking about it made her tiny bald cunny tingle in a most
delightful manner. She could hardly wait to see them doing it again, because now it
didn't seem nearly so dirty or disgusting.


Chapter 8

"I'm going for coffee, Cindy. Do you want anything?" Max asked at the start of the
intermission.
"A Coke," she replied, smiling across the dimly lighted interior of the car.
"How about some popcorn to go with it?" Max asked. "Or a hot dog, maybe?"
"Mmm, yes, a hot dog, too. I'll go with you, Daddy."
"You don't need to, princess. I can carry it."
"I'll still walk back with you," she insisted. Then she blushed and giggled as she added
impulsively, "I've gotta pee."
"Oh," Max said, opening his door. "Well, come on then."
The speaker post was blocking her door, so Cindy slid across under the steering wheel
and climbed out on the driver's side while Max held the door for her. They strolled off
side by side, dodging parked cars as they made their way toward the concession stand
in the center of the drive-in’s massive lot.
As he'd known he would, Max felt uneasy over being alone at an outdoor movie with
his stepdaughter. Cindy had resented him at first, but it was midsummer now, and the
girl had been' gradually warming to him as the weather grew hotter. He almost wished
she would return to being sullen and withdrawn, because she was overdoing it now that
she'd accepted him. He supposed she was only trying to show daughterly affection, but
the effect of her change of heart aroused in him feeling that were far from fatherly.
Max wondered if the child realized how provocatively she'd been switching that cute
little butt at him lately. He doubted it.
Christ, she's not even thirteen yet, he reminded himself, glancing sideways at her as
they drew near the snack bar. I wish she hadn't worn that outfit.
Boots and miniskirt do something to me, especially on young girls, and look at the
pointed nipples of those pert little budding titties straining against the material of that
knitted blouse. Jesus, they jiggle nice! Faye’s going to have to get her some brassieres
pretty soon.
"I'll meet you inside, okay?" she asked, rolling those big brown eyes up at him.
"Sure," he said, nodding, and then he stood there watching her until she disappeared
through the door leading to the rest rooms, his eyes feasting guiltily on the alluring
sight of her compact little bottom as its cheeks bounced sassily around inside her tight,
short skirt. He pictured her lifting that skirt and pulling down her panties to piss and,
cursing his cock for starting to rise, he shook his head and sauntered off toward the
entrance to the snack bar.
Max hadn't intended to bring just Cindy to the show. It was family fare, one of the
features being a Disney flick both Kevin and Cindy had begged to see, the other a John
Wayne Western, one of the few of Big Duke's pictures which Max had missed during
its first run downtown. He'd tried to back out, because Kevin had come down with a
miserable summer cold and Faye, being stubborn and old-fashioned, refused to bring
the boy out that long in the night air. But this was the last night of the double bill, and
Cindy had kicked up so much of a fuss that her mother had shooed them both out of
the house, telling Max that he'd promised so he had better go ahead and take Cindy.
Back in the car, waiting for the John Wayne film to start, Max didn't intend to notice
the way his stepdaughter's soft lips wrapped themselves around her hot dog, either, but
he did, each and every time she took a bite of it, and he couldn't help what be was
thinking. He squirmed uneasily as he realized he was getting a hard-on.
She kept throwing oblique glances at him while she munched eagerly away at her
phallic shaped sandwich, and unless his imagination was deceiving him, he detected a
devilish little twinkle in her eyes. Max got the dangerous idea that his wife's daughter
would be more than willing to throw away the hot dog and put her sensual lips to
better use if only he had the nerve to take out his prick and show it to her.
But he didn't have the nerve, and just the thought of doing such a lewd thing with the
cute kid went against his moral grain, though God knew he was tempted.
When his movie came on, Max forced his attention to the screen. He soon got caught
up in the action and forgot all about his moment of incestuous temptation, just as
countless thousands of fathers and stepfathers before him have done under similar
circumstances. And as the vast majority of other male parents have done, Max would've
escaped the tormenting moment of decision and later denied having ever been tempted
had it not been for the unexpected request put forth by his yawning stepchild.
"I'm getting drowsy, Daddy. Is it all right if I lie down for a while?"
"Sure, princess," came Max's natural reply. "Hop in the back seat and have yourself a
little snooze."
"I'd rather lie down here... so I can use your lap for a pillow... if you don't mind,
Daddy."
Max gulped. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to refuse her, but the kid was
playing with fire, whether she knew it or not.
While Max was groping for a way to say no without hurting her feelings, Cindy curled
up on" the front seat and eased her head down, into his lap. She faced the front of the
car, her dimpled knees pointing toward the dashboard and her head; squirming beneath
the steering wheel. The back of her head nuzzled upsettingly against his loins, causing
Max to clear his throat and back nervously away, but it wasn't far enough.
"I'm Still bumping my head on the steering wheel, Daddy," Cindy cooed. "Let the seat
back a little, will you?"
"Yeah, I guess I'd better," he muttered, and reached down for the level.
"Mmm, that's better," she said, still cooing.
Then why the hell are you fidgeting around so much ? he felt like asking. Be still, damn
it, you don't know what you're doing to me!
That's where Max was wrong, because the sensual child knew exactly what she was
doing to him. She could feel his organ growing harder and longer each time she
"accidentally" rubbed her head against it. Cindy had secretly watched her mother and
stepfather have sex many times since the night she'd quite innocently jacked off her
brother the first time. She'd masturbated Kevin almost every night since then. A few
times she'd even kissed her brother's dick, the way she'd seen her mother kiss Max's.
Kevin had done nothing to Cindy so far, and she'd never actually taken his penis inside
her mouth. However, only the night before while Kevin slept soundly due to his cold
medicine, Cindy had spied through the keyhole while, for the first time to her
knowledge, her mother had given Max a complete blow-job. She had wished then for a
suck on Max's big, juicy dick, and now she really wanted to taste it.
She'd hoped her stepfather would get the idea from the way she'd eaten the hot dog.
She felt sure he had gotten her unspoken message, because she'd noticed the telltale
bulge at his crotch out of the corners of her furtively watchful eyes, but he'd
disappointed her by doing nothing. She didn't want to come right out and ask Max to
let her go down on him. But that's what she wanted to do, and all the way, too. She'd
heard her mother telling him bow delicious his cum was after she'd seen Faye drink
every bit of his stuff, and Cindy was dying to find out how it tasted.
Jesus, maybe she does know what she's doing to me! Max thought fearfully when the
child turned onto her back and nuzzled her cheek against the undersurface of his belly 
hugging erection. Look at her! Drawing up her legs... letting the left one flop back
down on the seat... lifting the right one... hooking it over the backrest! That tight skirt
is clear up around her butt now, and the moon's shining in on the white crotch band of
her panties! God, she's doing it on purpose! She's showing me her little box! Cindy,
stop this goddamn it! I'm only human!
This is it! Cindy told herself as she turned her head and snuggled her face up to his
crotch. Her heart thumped wildly. She took a deep breath of his masculine odor and
began rubbing her face over his sexual parts. I can't tell him what I want! I've got to try
to show him! Oh, I hope he doesn't get mad! What if he does? What if he spanks me?
Or what, what if he tells Mother?! This was the first time it had crossed Cindy's mind
that she might get in trouble for the way she was acting. It was too late to stop now,
though. She'd gone too far already. She'd seen her chance and had taken it, and never
in her life had she been so excited as she was now. If Max wanted her to stop, then he
would have to tell her so; because if be didn't, she was damn sure going to take out his
peter and show him how much she loved it and him.
Max couldn't believe what was happening, and he felt like a dirty old man for allowing
it to continue, but he was losing control of himself. It was becoming perfectly clear to
hint what Cindy wanted. A lurid thrill washed over him at the thought of sticking his
dick into the pure mouth of his wife's twelve-year-old girl. Cindy was only four-foot-ten
and wouldn't weigh over ninety pounds sopping wet, but she was cute as a button, and
this was her idea, not his. He would never in a million years have made an improper
advance toward the child, but God, how was he supposed to resist her, what with her
coming on like a bashful fellatrice with an insatiable hunger for cock?!
The fact of the matter was, he didn't want to resist her any longer. He heaved a sigh of
guilty surrender and cupped her head with his hand, pressing her pretty face firmly
against his groin as he stroked the softness of her lustrous light brown hair.
"Mmm, mmmm!" she sighed, wriggling wantonly about.
He put his other hand between her legs and felt her up. The adorable child quivered,
but she didn't offer to pull away from his intimate caress. Quite the contrary. She
snuggled her feverish little mound into the curvature of his hand and rubbed her cleft
enticingly against his palm. Her little girl's pussy scorched his palm through its thin
covering of secretion-moist nylon. He tightened his hold, letting the tip of his middle
finger probe her dimple of an anus while he fondled her crotch with all the tenderness
of an ardent lover.
"Take it out.., your penis!" the passionate child urged. "Take him out and let me love
him with my mouth! I want to lick him and kiss him... all over!"
"Jesus, I ought to have my head examined! We shouldn't be doing this, Cindy!" he
protested, paying lip service to the dictates of society's morals, even as he gazed down 
at the eager visage, of his young stepdaughter and yielded to her indecent plea. Max
unzipped his own fly, but Cindy's naughty hand beat his inside his pants. She fumbled
with his shorts, got her hand inside and captured the throbbing prize of his upward angled phallus.
"Oouuu! It's so big!" she mewled, doing her darndest to tug it out through the small,
flapped opening of his Jockey shorts.
In its present condition, this proved to be an impossible task because of the size of
Max's organ. It was necessary for Max to unbuckle his trousers and push both them
and his shorts down around his ankles in order to present the turned-on child with the
object of her lustful affection.
"OH, GOSH!" she gulped, staring with wide-eyed wonder at his massive prick and
heavy, hairy balls when he opened his muscular legs to make his privates vulnerable to
her. "YOU'RE TWICE AS BIG AS KEVIN!" she blurted inadvertently, and then she
clapped her hand over her mouth, turning her frightened gaze upward.
"So you and Kevin have been playing games under the covers, have you?" Max intoned.
He received this news with mixed emotions, but he figured he was hardly in a position
to rebuke the children. "I was afraid that would happen when your mother put the two
of you to sleeping together. I shouldn't have permitted it."
"You're not going' to tell her, are you, Daddy?" Cindy asked timorously.
"No, of course not," Max replied. "And you'd better not tell her about this, either."
"Oh, I won't, Max! It'll be our secret! I won't even tell Kevin! Honest to God, Daddy, I
won't breathe a word to anyone!"
"You're a good kid, and much more grown-up than you look. Go on, princess. You
wanted to love my cock with your mouth. Get going." Max kept his hand between her
legs, caressing her crotch through its covering of slippery nylon, while she held his pole
in her trembling hand and began smacking fervent kisses all over it. Her dainty tongue
snaked out repeatedly, slithering in a half-circle around his pulsing organ.
"Mmmm!" she sighed, when he slipped his hand inside her panties and started stroking
her hairless clefted mound flesh to exciting flesh. Her little twat felt hot to his hand,
and her pouting pussy lips were slippery as greased eels. She was really getting juiced
up and turned on now.
"OOOH... YOU'VE GOT SUCH A BIG SWEET DICK, DADDY!" she cried, her soft
lips, closing possessively around the bluntly rounded tip of his aching rod.
There was a clear drop of precoitally substance hanging from the eye of his glans. Cindy
licked it off and whimpered with delectation as the salty-tasting fluid seeped into her
expectant taste buds and made them tingle with delight.
MOTHER WAS RIGHT! IT DOES TASTE GOOD! I LOVE IT! she thought excitedly,
her fingers tightening around his shaft. She drew back his hood and ran her eagerly
exploring tongue all over the big knob of his swollen dickhead. The musky flavor of
cockflesh made her senses reel. She felt lightheaded and a bit dizzy, especially when she
took the whole sleek knob inside her mouth and began sucking it. Having her
stepfather's purplish cockhead in her mouth gave the erotic child a tremendous thrill.
She locked her lips hungrily behind the base of his jaw-breaker crown and laved its taut
skin lovingly with her pink swab of a tongue. Then she pulled up on it, letting her lips
distend out around it, and made a loud slurping sound as she broke the mouth/cock
contact and lifted her head.
"GOSH, THIS IS EXCITING! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED, DADDY! MY
HEART'S JUST HAMMERING AWAY!"
Like mother, like daughter, he thought, and it struck Max that he was involved in a
dangerous pastime, feeding dick to his wife's little girl. But the danger only added to his
lustful pleasure.
"Your mother likes to nibble my foreskin, princess. Why don't you try" it. Pull, up on
my prick and it'll stand out so you can get at it real good."
"YESSS... I WANT TO!" she crooned, her hand gripping his stalk with surprising
strength as she drew up on it.
She took the folds of loose, satin like foreskin between the sharp edges of her front teeth
and munched lightly while the tip of her tongue toyed with the preputial morsel.
"MMMMM DELICIOUS!" she moaned, and then she caught his protruding prepuce
with her lips and sucked so hard he thought she meant to tear it off.
But the slight pain was a pleasant thing, and he loved the way her small hand slid n
under his sperm-heavy testicles and fondled them with a jiggling and rolling motion.
This sweet child was driving, him wild. He longed to get his head between her shaking
legs and suck the goodness of her wholesome young cunny, but that would have to
wait. She was popping his foreskin on and off his bloated crown, licking his taut skinned 
knob, then sliding it with its hood and sucking the sensitive mass of foreskin
which she pulled out past the tip of his dong. And her little hand kept rolling his nuts
around in his sac. He had to feel her lips on his balls, so he spread his legs wide apart
and pushed her head down between them.
"LICK MY BALLS, PRINCESS!" he husked. "BIG, HOT BALLS!" she breathed, lifting
them in her hand and planting wet kisses all over the wrinkled skin of his coarse-haired
scrotum. "THEY FEEL LIKE THEY'RE JUST FULL OF GOOD STUFF! I WANT TO
TASTE YOUR STUFF, DADDY! WHEN YOU SHOOT OFF, I WANT YOU IN MY
MOUTH!"
"OHH, YOU LITTLE DOLL!" he moaned, tousling the soft tresses of her long, straight
hair.
"I'LL CUM IN YOUR SWEET MOUTH! HELL, YES! NOTHING WOULD GIVE
ME GREATER PLEASURE!"
"OHHHH... ME TOO!" she cried, and opened her mouth wide.
Impulsively she palmed his entire nutsac into her mouth. The undersurface of his spit 
slick pecker lay alongside her nose, covering one eye and pressing against her forehead.
She formed her puffy lips around the top of his scrotum and snuggled her face into his
crotch, her chin nuzzling his asshole while she whimpered and sucked tenderly the
double delicacy of his oblong male goodies.
"CHRIST!" Max shuddering with pleasure. "JESUS H. CHRIST! OH, THAT'S...
OOHH, PRINCESS! SOOO GOOOOODDDD!!!"
Taking encouragement from his passionate outcry, Cindy sucked down harder on his
sperm filled nuts.
Max squirmed about, stroking her head and pussy. He felt like screaming it was so
good, but he didn't dare. Cars were parked all around them, and discovery meant a
prison sentence for incestuous statutory rape. GOD, I MUST BE CRAZY, TAKING A
RISK LIKE THIS! he groaned inwardly. BUT IT'S WORTH TAKING THE RISK! MY
GOD, YESSS!!!
He thrust his hand inside Cindy's panties and insinuated the tip of his middle finger
into the tiny opening of her bald, little girl's cunny.
"MMMM, MMMMMM!" she moaned around her mouthful of tight, hot balls, and the
little darling opened her legs for him, so he could get at her privates better.
It was obvious she wanted more finger, and he gave it to her. But not much more, for
the tough film of her maidenhead stopped the ball of his inrushing finger abruptly and
prevented further progress into the moist heat of her snug opening.
Max was both surprised and delighted to discover her veil of virginity still intact. After
her admission of brother/sister sex play, he'd naturally assumed that she'd given Kevin
the pleasure of bursting her cherry. Now he knew better. Little Cindy was still pure as
the driven snow. Decency demanded that he stop this insanity and take the child home
at once.
DECENCY BE DAMNED! he thought, shuddering with a burst of pure carnality as be
probed the proof of his stepdaughter's pristine condition. SHE'S READY TO LOSE
HER CHERRY, AND I'M GOING TO TAKE IT!
"COME UP, PRINCESS! GET YOUR MOUTH ON DADDY'S DICK, BECAUSE
IT'S GOING TO BLOW ANY SECOND!"
"CUM! OH, YES! I WANT YOUR CUM!" she exclaimed, releasing his bloated balls
and hurrying up to take his twitching cockhead in her mouth.
A trace of his ejaculate had spilled over already, she discovered, and it tasted every bit
as delicious as she'd hoped it would. She jacked her gripping little hand up and down
his sturdy stem and sucked voraciously at the throbbing head of his dick, thrilled by the
knowledge that her creamy reward would soon be forthcoming.
"NOW!" Max bleated, his body tensing up and quaking. "NOW! AARRGGHHH...
UNG, UNG... UUNNNNNN!!!"
A spiraling stream of pungent semen gushed from his enlarged cockhead and squirted
into Cindy's virginal mouth. The gluey mass painted a white streak down the back part
of her palate and splashed all thick and hot over her pink tonsils. The lustful little girl
let out a moan of her own and sucked all the harder. Her stepfather's ballooning glans
blew jet after forceful jet of his mature man's sperm into her child's mouth, and she let
the viscous substance build up so she could savor its acrid flavor. His potent cum stung
her delicate taste buds, evoking from her a moan of satisfaction. Having him shoot off
in her mouth thrilled Cindy clear down to the tips of her toes.
MOTHER WAS SO RIGHT! she cried inwardly, shivering with joy at the utter
lewdness of what she was doing as She deliberately swished her tingling tongue through
the glutinous cum which filled her mouth almost to overflowing. IT IS DELICIOUS!
CUM IS GOOD... AND EXCITING... AND I'M GOING TO SWALLOW IT!
And swallow it she did, for by then her small mouth was so flooded with fuck juice it
was beginning to bloat her cheeks and force its way out over her prick-clasping lips. It
was either swallow or lose some, and she didn't want to waste a drop of the precious
stuff.
"MMMM... GLUB, GLUB UUUUUMMMMM!"
The delighted twelve-year-old gulped down her first mouthful of steaming cum with
relish, gurgling and moaning her illicit pleasure. Max irrigated her mouth with ejaculate
again, and she drank this additional flow even more greedily. The more he gave her, the
better it tasted. She knew she was robbing her mother of this wonderful nectar, but that
only added to the thrill of the moment. Cindy wanted all the heady cock cream her
stepfather could give her, and when his cock quit spurting, she held it in her mouth
and stripped his dick of its final sluggish drops before she would let it go.
"PRINCESS!" he groaned, as she grinned up at him and licked the strings of cummy
overflow off her lips. "MY STARS, YOU LITTLE MINX... YOU'RE A NATURAL
BORN COCKSUCKER! EVERY BIT AS GOOD AS YOUR MOTHER!"
Cindy purred like a kitten and began lapping the rest of the cum which bad overflowed
her mouth off the spongy tube of his deflating shaft.
For a moment, Max sat there rubbing her juicy little cunt. He was dying to suck her off,
too, and to fuck her as well, but he knew he should do neither. He glanced toward the
rear of the drive-in and saw it was deserted except for a handful of cars containing
lovers, none of whom would be paying any attention to anything going on outside of
their own respective little worlds.
What the hell, he thought, if Faye finds out, I 'can't get in any more trouble that I'm
already in.
He kicked off his pants and shorts, tossed the speaker out, started the car and began
driving toward the rear of the outdoor movie. He'd never screwed a girl as young as
Cindy, but he was going to do it now. And to his own darling stepdaughter! Max had
never felt quite as depraved as he did now, and he'd never been quite so excited, either.
There was an extra thrill to incest, he was learning, which could be likened to nothing
else on the face of God's good earth.
Cindy was as eager to bend of her cherry as her horny stepfather was to take it from
her. When he stopped the car in a dark, isolated part of the drive-in and told her to get
in the back seat and take off her clothes, she hopped right over and stripped bare-assed
naked for him. Max left his shoes on, nothing more, and then he tumbled into the back
with the sexually awakening child. He laid her down and kissed every inch of her
feverish, adorable little girl's body, sucking the tender cones of her blossoming little
titties and the appealing morsel of her rosebud anus with equal gusto, saving for last the
tasty treat of her secreting little cunny.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy... oooooh!" she sighed" while he mouthed the entire saucy orbs of
her pert, firm-soft titties, paying special attention to the hard little berries of her tumid
pink nipples.
"UNNNNNN... MMMMMMMM... OH,,. DO IT, DO ITTT!!!" she moaned, writhing
about with lust, wagging her compact little bottom wantonly in his face while he licked
her sweaty buttonhole anus and shot his tongue rapidly in and out of her tiny tasty
asshole.
"AAAAAAAHH. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried in rapture, when at
long last he covered her hairless cleft with his mouth and claimed as his, the succulent
prize of her virginal pussy. "OOOOOH... SUCK IT... MY CUNNY... OHHHHHH... I
LOVE YOU, DADDY... OHHH, OHHH... GOOD, SOO GOOODDD...
OHHHHHHH... EAT MEE...THE WAY YOU... OOOUUUU... EAT MOTHERRR!!!"
Max realized then that Cindy had been spying on him and Faye during at least some of
their frequent sessions of passionate lovemaking, and he supposed Kevin had, too. An
hour ago this would've upset him at the very least, and probably would've angered him.
But that was an hour ago, and his thinking had undergone a drastic change since then.
Now he accepted' her slip of the lip for what it was, making no mention of it, while he
secretly welcomed the news she'd inadvertently given him.
It gave him an expansive sensation of sheer lewdness to know that Faye's children had
watched them as they'd fucked and sucked one another.
I'd like to fuck Faye with the kids in bed with us! he thought, his half-hard penis
springing up stiff as a poker at the very idea of actually doing such a wild thing. God,
yes! Cindy lying on one side of her and Kevin on the other, both of them watching
from start to finish while their mother takes a long, hard fucking!
He shoved his hands under Cindy and cupped the febrile cheeks of her compact little
ass, holding her sweet dribbling pussy up to his mouth while his tongue lurched into
the shimmering red sweetmeats of its wholesome goodness.
"AHHHHHHH... OHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, her fingers combing through
his unruly red hair as she grabbed his head and held it to her groin, the way she'd seen
her mother do on more than one occasion. "IS IT GOOD? OH, DADDY...
MMMMMM... DOES MY CUNNY TASTE AS GOOD AAAAS MOTHERRR'S?!"
"EVERY BIT AS GOOD, PRINCESS!" he replied, his words coming all muffled
through the fluttering lips of her tiny slot. "IN A WAY, IT'S EVEN SWEETER!"
Sweeter wasn't exactly the right word to compare Cindy's sex hole with her mother's.
Whereas Faye douched and dusted hers with perfumed powder, Cindy as yet did
neither, being a pre-teen virgin. Her aroused little box had the strong flavor of pure,
unadulterated cunt, and the powerful odor it gave off hung heavy in the still air inside
the car. The all-girl taste and smell of her overheated snatch was enough to drive a real
man mad, and Max, despite his current moral shortcomings, was all man. He inhaled
deeply of the heady fragrance waiting up from her groin, and as he did so, his delighted
tongue was furiously swabbing up the tart secretions coating the vestibule of her tiny
pussy.
However, he couldn't get his tongue up into her vagina, because her hymen blocked its
passage to her inner sheath, and this was a maddening disappointment to Max. He
longed to lick her belly button from the inside of her childlike body, but his salacious
desire remained thwarted by the burdensome membrane of her interfering maidenhead.
He determined then and there to immediately rid the child of her dubious prize once
and for all.
When a girl was ready for fucking, as Cindy obviously was in spite of her tender age,
there was nothing more troublesome than a damned hymen. At a time like this it was
nothing more than a cursed piece of worthless skin. That being as it may, still it was a
sweet, sweet task to deprive a young girl of her cherry, if a man did it with loving
concern. Which was the way Max set about it, because he loved his cute little
stepdaughter dearly. Especially now. He considered this a supreme honor. A girl had
only one cherry to give, and Cindy was giving hers to him.
Could anything be sweeter? Max asked himself as he mounted the breathless child and
drew back his foreskin. Then he brought the bare head of his man-sized dick to her
pouting infant's slot and wedged its bluntly rounded tip into the tiny opening between
her trembling legs, and he moaned inwardly, answering his own question, GOOD
LORD, NOOH! THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME THING! A MOMENT OF SHEER ECSTASY!
"OOUUU... OHHHHHH!" Cindy sighed, grimacing but slightly when she felt the
huge head of her stepfather's rampant member spreading the blood-engorged lips of her
hairless little cunny.
"I'm going to put it in you, Cindy."
"Yeas!" she whimpered, throwing her arms around him. "Do it, Daddy!"
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"YES, YES, YES!" she cried, pushing up helpfully and rolling her encircling labia over
the end of his crown, forcing them to open wider and take in another fraction of an
inch of her stepfather's massive cockflesh. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! NOW! PUT
IT... MMMMM... INTO ME! RIGHT UP INSIDE MY... AAGH... TUMMY!"
"It may hurt at first, princess," he warned, boring steadily but gently into the
indescribably sweet tissue of her soft pink crevice.
"I DON'T CARE!" she wailed. "I WANT IT! OHH, I'M SO HOT AND ITCHY
DOWN THERE! PUSH HARDER, DADDY DEAR! MY CUNNY IS ON FIRE!"
He pushed harder, slipping a bit more of his enormous glans into the lust-racked child.
It was like a bumblebee burrowing into a tiny flower, the way the rosy petals of Cindy's
very small cunt opened submissively around the forefront of her stepfather's quite huge
invading cockhead. He worked half of his mushrooming crown into her fluted portal,
two-thirds, and then finally all but the tufted ridge at the rear of his penile knob rested
within the outer chamber of her innocent little pussy.
"IT HU-HURTS!" she whined, gnashing her teeth.
And he knew it must. Her tiny little cunt lips were stretched to the limit around the
girth of his oversized bulb, with the thickest portion of his organ still to penetrate her
fully dilated vulva. Cindy was as small in the cunt as Max was large in the cock, and, it
seemed highly unlikely that their mismatched organs would ever successfully fit
together, no matter how much they both desired this incestuous coupling.
"Do you want me to stop, sweetheart? Say the word and I will."
"NOOH!" she sobbed. "DON'T ST-STOP NOW! OH, DADDY! IT HURTS
GOODDD... AND I WANT IT... AARRGGHHH... MORE THAN ANYTHING!"
The time for gentleness was past. Max knew if ever he was to get the rest of his dick
into her, it would have to be done vigorously and swiftly. Trying to spare Cindy the
momentary burst of blinding pain would only prolong her suffering and intensify the
inevitable shock when he did eventually rip her maidenhead with his big cock and stab
it into her belly. The kindest thing he could do now was penetrate her irresistible body
with one deft thrust.
"Relax, princess," he crooned soothingly, and lying through his teeth, he added, "The
worst of your pain is over now. That's it. Loosen up for me. Take a deep breath.
Another..."
He kept talking to her, lulling her into a semi-relaxed state and giving her a sense of
false security, and all the while he was locking his fingers over her shoulders and
preparing to drive his cock deep into her frail body. The more relaxed be got her, the
less It would hurt in the end, and he wanted to spare the darling child as much pain as
possible. When he thought she'd relaxed as much as she could under the frying
circumstances, he dapped his hand over her mouth and plunged downward.
His bulging cockhead rammed her maidenhead, rending it apart, leaving it in shreds as
it bludgeoned its way deeper into the pristine purity of her stunned vagina and violated
forever the sanctity of her little girl's body. His glans crashed into her immature womb
and jammed it higher into her shocked belly. A wave of bright, red hymenal blood
issued from the cringing lips of her tiny bald cunt and trickled warm and sticky down
the crack of her shuddering bottom, there to wash luridly over the large, hairy nuts of
her stepfather, for Max had penetrated the quaking child to the very hilt. Her eyes were
big as half dollars, mirroring her agony as they stared up at him in horrified disbelief.
She sucked air hissingly in through her flared nostrils, then let it out with a choking
groan.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed
into his muffling hand, when finally she'd caught her breath enough to do so.
Tenderly Max kissed the fluttering lids of her clenched eyes and began fucking her with
unbelievable gentleness, using long, slow strokes designed to plumb her depths while at
the same time caressing away the unbearable pain he knew he'd caused her. He
sincerely regretted having to hurt her, but nothing more. He was glad to be screwing
her, and he knew from experience that her pain would soon turn to pleasure.
At the moment, however, Cindy would never have believed this. It felt to her as if he
were splitting her in half and tearing her apart. She would've sworn he'd crammed his
arm into her instead of his penis. Flashes of red-hot pain arced out from her cock 
stuffed hole in a seemingly unending series of flaming concentric circles. She could feel
the heat of it searing her insides. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she would
survive this nightmare of agony, or if she would explode and die, for she was sure he
was trying to kill her. Oblivious of his reassuring words, she vented her anguish by
screaming again into his smothering hand.
And then, just when she thought she couldn't bear it for another second, the pain
began fading, just as Max had told her it would, and a ray of pleasure shone deep in her
heaving abdomen, and then another and another and another. The pleasure built and
built, until finally it pushed every ounce of the pain from her feverish loins.
A roiling sensation swirled wonderfully about inside her. She blinked open her eyes and
looked up to see her stepfather smiling down at her. He still had his hand over her
mouth, but Cindy didn't feel the slightest urge to scream now. He was fucking her ever
so sweetly, and she loved him with all her palpitating little heart.
OH, GOSH, THIS IS GLORIOUS! she thought, riding the surge of wondrous awe
welling up from within. HOW CAN IT HURT SO HORRIBLY ONE MINUTE AND
FEEL SO MARVELOUS THE NEXT?! OH, IT'S GOOD... SOO GOODDD! NOW I
KNOW WHY. MOTHER LOVES THIS SO!
"Is it getting good, princess?"
"MMMMM!" she moaned into his palm, hugging him as she lifted her legs and locked
them over his.
He removed his hand and kissed her lips.
"OH, DADDY!" she gushed with youthful exuberance. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE
GOING TO KILL ME THERE AT FIRST! BUT NOT NOW! GOSH, I CAN'?
BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS NOW! I LOVE IT! OHHHHHHH... IT'S
WONDERFUL!"
Max chuckled with relief. He slipped his hands down and cupped the straining cheeks
of her undulating little fanny. She was trying to work with him. Overjoyed with her, he
kissed her while their mouths were open, and. began teaching the responsive lass to
French kiss while his big dick sawed happily away in the tight, hot sheath of her
slippery little child's pussy.
Now Cindy was taking her flicking the way Max had intended – with pleasure – and
he determined to give her at least one orgasm so she would remember the good and
forget the bad. He set quite a task for himself, considering Cindy was only twelve and
this was her first time, but he strove toward his goal with workmanlike efficiency, riding
her high so as to keep the uneven upper surface of his veteran prick in constant contact
with the inflamed nubble of her pea-sized clitoris.
Her innate capacity for erotic enjoyment proved to be greater than either of them had
expected.
Max had been screwing her for scarcely longer than four minutes when the passionate
child heaved a guttural groan and lost herself in the rapture of her very first climax.
Admittedly her orgasm was nowhere near as intense as the ones her sensual mother
enjoyed, but then Cindy was only a little girl of twelve and this was her first ever.
"OOOUUUUU... OHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHHH!" she sighed chantingly, while
her febrile sex hole quivered sweetly around her stepfather's cock and her big innocent
brown eyes revolved glassily in their sockets.
It was a damned good start down the merry road of life's carnal delights, for any girl,
and especially one so young and tender as Cindy, who was yet to experience the first
flow of monthly menstrual b1ood.
"You had a cum, princess," Max informed her, his ass bouncing rhythmically .to keep
his dong pistoning in the sucking cylinder of her spastically twitching vagina. "Was it
lovely?"
"MMMMM... OH, LOVELY... YES, YES. IT WASSS!" she said, catching the tempo of
his leisurely thrusting and beginning to hump her joyous little box up to meet his
inrushing prong. "FUCKING IS LOVELY! I LIKE IT SO MUCH!"
Sensing she was ready for some fancy fucking, now Max started moving his hips in a
small circle as well as up and down.
"AAAAAAH, AAAAAAAH!" she sighed, grabbing the cheeks of his muscular rump
and struggling to stay with him.
What little Cindy lacked in experience she more than made up for in youthful
enthusiasm. She locked her ankles under Max's shins and matched him stroke for
stroke, grunting and sighing continuously as she shinnied her hot little hole up and
down the plunging length of her stepfather's long, fat, sex-wetted dick.
"Is it good, Cindy? Tell me, honey!" "IT'S GOOD... UNN, UNN... BETTER THAN
THAT... OHHHHHHHHHH... IT'S MARVELOUS... DIVINE! OH, DADDY, I
LOVE IT SO!. HARDER... PLEASE... AND FASTER, TOO! FUCK ME, YOU
DARLING MAN! AAARRRGGGHHHHHH . . YES, YES... THAT'S IT... OOUUU,
OOUUU... OH, GIVE IT TO ME HARD AND FA-AASSTT... MMM, MMM... THE
WAY YOU GIVE IT TO MOTHERRR!!!"
To say Max was delighted with the child's passionate pleading for some real down home 
fucking would be a gross understatement of his actual emotions. He groaned his
pleasure and pulled out all the stops, his ass pumping furiously as he started powering
the pole to her.
"OHHHHHHH... OH GOD, YESS!" Cindy cried, somehow managing to keep her
compact little ass bobbing up and down to the cadence of his wild fucking motions.
"THIS IS WHAT I WANT! GIVE IT TO ME... GO, GO, GO... AHH, GODDAMN...
FUCK ME... MAKE ME CUM AND CUM AND CUM... OHH... OH, GOODDD...
WONDERFUL... YESS... FUCK ME HARD AND LONG AND... AAARRGGHHH...
FUCK ME... FUCK, FUCK, FFFUUCKKK!!!"
Max hadn't planned to be this rough with her, but Cindy dearly loved it. The ninety pound 
body of the darling little girl seemed to thrive on this fit of all-out fucking, for
Cindy shrieked her joy and wasn't still a second. Max was really fucking into her for all
he was worth now, giving her virginal pussy a reaming which would've made many
mature women holler uncle. Cindy was hollering, all right, but it wasn't uncle. No
indeed, for her lustful cry was:
"MORE, MORE, MORE! FUCK ME... OHHHHH... LIKE CRAZY!"
His dangling balls slapped with obscene rapidity into the blood-streaked valley of her
churning. buttocks.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! came the lascivious report as their sweat-soaked abdomens
kissed again and again in midair.
She wouldn't stay down. Her springy ass flew right back up for more of the same each
and every time Max drove its resilient cheeks down to the seat and impaled the child's
slender body on the full length of his gigantic phallus. The fit of little girl cunt and big
man cock was incredibly tight, and the friction of their frenzied fucking produced a
sexual heat which neither of them could long endure.
Max succumbed first. He waited as long as he could, hoping to bring Cindy to her
second climax before he released his heavy load of hot cum into her adorable little belly.
But the feel of her slick, hot little cuntflesh dragging around his pistoning rod – her
swollen labia pulling out suckingly around his bloated shaft during each outstroke and
folding back in to welcome him with a jerking/gripping sensation when he crammed it
back into her – it was just too damned sweet, too fantastically good.
When he could resist the bittersweet torture not a second longer, he cried out in
agony ecstasy and rammed his pounding cock into her right up to his body-hugging
balls.
"OHHHHH... OHHHHHHHH!" Cindy moaned, writhing beneath him. She could
feel his massive phallus throbbing in the depths of her heaving belly, the way it had in
her mouth when he'd given her his cum. Instinctively she began twisting her compact
little bottom, frenziedly clamping down with her inner muscles, grabbing his organ with
the strong walls of her youthful vagina and wrenching it. "YOU'RE GONNA CUM?
OH, DADDY, ARE YOU READY TOO?!"
"NOW, PRINCESS!" he husked, his pubis grinding against her soft, hairless mona, the
base of his twitching prick scrubbing her enlarged clitoris and his hard-rubber cockhead
stirring her fluttering intestines. "OH, GOD, BABY! NOWWW!!!"
"OHH! OH, YESSS! I CAN FEEL IT! OHHHHHHHHHHH... DADDY, DADDY... I
CAN FEEL IT SHOOTING INTO MEEE!" Cindy bleated, her face contorting with a
mixture of shock, awe and pleasure, for she could feel with every vibrating nerve in her
aroused body the jets of hot sperm which her stepfather's ballooning dickhead hurled
into her. The lovely substance splashed thrillingly over the supersensitive mouth of her
immature womb, making her shudder with bliss. "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH... CUM
DADDY, CUM... SHOOT IT INTO MEEE... CUM, CUM, CCCUUUMMM!!!"
"UNG OONNGGG... BABY... OH, GODDDD!" Max grunted, squeezing the cheeks of
her squirmy little behind and holding his orgasmically twitching prong hilt-deep in the
moist heat of her plushy little pussy. He couldn't recall ever having a cum quite as good
as this one. It felt like the top of his head was being blown off.
The spurts of hot cream, together with the rhythmic expanding and contracting of
Max's rock-hard dick, pushed the inexperienced child into her second climax. It hit her
abruptly, thundering through her loins and exploding in her guts. This was a full-blown
orgasm the tiny twelve-year-old was having this time, a real woman's cum. Her dainty
toes curled down and hugged the balls of her small feet. Her mouth flew open and her
eyes rolled up in her head till nothing but the whites were visible. She threw back her
head, burying her fingernails in the assflesh of Max's tensed buttocks as she let out a
shrill cry of sheer bliss.
"GGG AAAA AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ME, TOOO... OHHHHHHHHHHHH...
DADDY, DADDY... CUMMING... I'M CCCUUUMMMIHNNNGGGGGGGG!!"
Her internal muscles convulsed with a cramp like seizure, locking the long fat dick of
her grunting stepfather in the viselike sleeve of her wet, velvety vagina.
"AAAAAHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Her insides went wild with the age-old dance of carnal fulfillment. Her silky sheath
rippled and quivered around the pulsing girth of his fully planted root. Her puckered
asshole winked spasmodically, sucking wind along with her gaping mouth.
"OHH, IT'S SOO GOOOODDDDD...CUMMING... AHHHHHHHHHHHH..
OOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... SHOOT IT, SSHHOOOOTTT... AARRGGHHH...
CCCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG!!!"
Cindy's tiny cunt clutched convulsively at the huge, cum-spewing cock of her
stepfather. They clung to one another, moaning and groaning as together they rode the
rapturous heights of their simultaneous orgasm. When at last it was over and Max
withdrew the long, limber tube of sex-wetted cockflesh from the gaping, twitching hold
which was now the little girl's cunt, Cindy could only lie there sighing and panting for
breath. She was limp as a dishrag. But smiling. Oh yes, she was smiling all over her
pretty little face.


Chapter 9

About seven-thirty the following Sunday morning, as was their custom since early
childhood, Kevin and Cindy entered their parents' bedroom with the Sunday
newspaper and awakened their mother for the ritualistic reading of the comics. Now
this was totally unnecessary, and had been for years, since both kids were mentally
bright and could tackle far more difficult reading material.
It was a habit, pure and simple, a pleasant few moments of close family togetherness
which the children had outgrown but still enjoyed. The fact of the matter was, their
mother enjoyed it, too, and she always welcomed her offspring into bed with her while
she read the comics to them with all the voice inflections of a professional actress.
At first Max had chided Faye for continuing this practice. "After all, honey," he'd say,
"Cindy is twelve and Kevin is fourteen. Don't you think they're plenty old enough to
do their own reading?" Faye had smiled sweetly and told him he didn't understand,
that, pragmatically speaking, the Sunday morning reading of the comics was
unnecessary, even a bit silly, perhaps, but she insisted that it filled an emotional need in
both her and the kids, and she refused to discontinue the harmless practice.
Although the whole bit had seemed somewhat ridiculous to Max, the good-natured
redhead had complained no more for the sake of matrimonial harmony. And now he
was exceedingly glad he had kept the peace and allowed this rather pleasant bit of
childish nonsense to continue each and every Sunday morning. If it was family
togetherness Faye wanted, she would sure get it this morning, and a lot more than
emotional needs were going to be filled, too. Since its inception, the lewd notion to
screw, his wife while her kids lay on each side of her had hung on and grown stronger
in Max's mind. He'd been eagerly awaiting this particular Sunday morning, because
while Faye read the comics....
The kids piled into bed with them as Faye opened the paper and extracted the comics
section.
Cindy got there first and, as she'd been doing for more than a month, climbed under
the covers and slid in beside Max, leaving the formerly fought-over space beside their
mother for Kevin to claim uncontested.
Under cover of the bedclothes, Max put his hand on the smooth, sleep-warm skin of
Cindy's nearest thigh, furtively stroking her leg as he gave her an open smile and a
quick little wink. True to her word, the precious child hadn't breathed a word about
their sex session at the drive-in a few nights back. He hadn't had the opportunity to
screw her again, but he wanted to badly. From the way. his charming little
stepdaughter's small hand stole to his legs and secretly fondled his genitals through his
pajamas, he knew she was thinking along the same lines.
Dick Tracy came first, and when his wife began reading aloud the fictional exploits of
the invincible detective, Max put his other hand between Faye's shapely legs and started
stroking the cunts of both his wife and stepdaughter. Faye threw him a don't-do-that
glance, but Max chose to ignore it. Neither of the girls had on panties beneath their
nightgowns, and each pussy felt delightfully different from the other. Whereas the
mother's mound felt full-lipped and extremely hairy, the daughter's smaller mound was
bald as a doorknob and possessed tighter, thinner labia Each of the contrasting cunts
had a charm all its own, and feeling them both up at the same time gave Max an erotic
charge such as few American men have ever known. The congenial redhead felt much
like an Arabian sultan at play in his private harem.
Faye couldn't imagine what had gotten into her husband. In spite of herself, she
experienced a thrill at the lewd caressing of her privates, but it seeming downright
indecent, what with her children being in bed with them. It was difficult for her to
continue reading the comics, especially when she felt Max's shameless finger
insinuating itself to the second knuckle in the slightly moist opening of her furry slot.
She didn't want to come right out and tell him to stop, because she feared her kids
might guess what he was doing, but she paused to throw him an imploring look before
she went on trying to read aloud.
To Faye's dismay, her pleading expression in no way deterred her husband's amorous
attentions. His naughty finger slid in and out of her elliptical slit, collecting her inner
moisture and smearing it over the smooth surfaces of her labia majora. When he began
flicking the tender tip of her unwillingly responding cut, Faye's cheeks flushed with
embarrassment. What in the world is Max thinking?! Faye wondered, truly alarmed
now, because she realized, her voice was beginning to crack and her hands starting to
tremble. Why is he trying to work me up?! Surely he doesn't intend to do anything
more than this! He just couldn't be planning to carry through and have intercourse, not
with the kids here! I don't know why he's tormenting me like this, but I'll not mention
it. It would only draw the kids' attention to it. As it is, they're engrossed in the comics,
and Max will quit this devilishment if I ignore him. He'd better, damn him!
Little did Faye dream that the very fear which she'd dismissed as ridiculous – that her
husband would want to ball her while the children were in bed with them – was
precisely the lascivious goal which Max had in mind. But Cindy, who also had one of
Max's fingers up her little puss, was beginning to suspect what her stepfather was up to.
She'd only feigned interest in the comics this morning, her actual desire being to climb
in bed and lie close to her lover/stepfather. Now that she had his stiff dick in her hand
and felt his finger working in her juicy little crack, she was paying no attention beyond
a blank stare to Blondie and Beetle Bailey. Within the lower periphery of her vision,
Cindy could see the faint motion of the bedspread directly above the point at which her
mother's slightly spread legs joined her womanly body.
Daddy's diddling Mother, too! she thought excitedly. Oh, how keen! He's fingering us
both! Mother doesn't know he's doing it to me, though, and I can tell just by looking at
her that Max is embarrassing her something awful! Her face is red, and she's starting.
to stutter, and her hands are shaking so bad she can hardly see to read the comics! I
wonder if Kevin is wise to what's going on? She looked to see. No, the big dummy is
laying there waiting for others to get to Prince Valiant. Kevin doesn't know what it's all
about, or he would've screwed me when I hinted that I'd let him put it in.
The build-up of sexual tension from the incessant erotic stimulation being digitally
applied to her pouting pussy was starting to get to Faye. Her speech was beginning to
falter as badly as the moronic neighbor boy's who'd recently moved away to Dallas with
his parents. It felt delicious to have her husband manipulating her privates beneath the
covers, but nothing could come of it because of her children's presence. She wanted to
be fucked something fierce, and this made her feel terribly ashamed of herself, since her
own son was lying right beside her.
Damn your hide for arousing me like this, Max! Faye scolded silently. STOP IT!
YOU'RE MAKING ME HOT! GODDAMN IT... ITS SO FRUSTRATING I COULD
JUST SCREAM!
In her agitated condition, it was impossible for Faye to lie completely still. She began
squirming in. sensual discomfort, attempting to disimpale herself from her husband's
lust-inciting finger without alerting her innocent children to the obscene fingering she
was being forced to suffer in their presence. But Max wouldn't let her decunt the
waggling length of his wicked finger, and finally Faye had had all of this sexy
foolishness she could take.
"STOP IT, MAX!" she snapped, thrusting an arm under the covers and slapping at his
abusive hand. "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"Did I ever tell you how cute you are when you're angry?" he asked, completely
ignoring the censorial tone of her sudden outburst.
Max backed his finger out of Cindy's cunny and gave it a quick pat. Then he deserted
the child's hairless mound, kicking the covers back as he rolled onto his side close to
Faye. He held his startled wife down with a hand on her belly and a leg over hers, using
the juice from the child's pussy to help him thrust two fingers palm-deep into her
mother's hairy hole. He jerked Faye's nylon nightgown up to her neck, revealing the
jouncing mounds of her big luscious tits to her son's blinking gaze, and began finger 
fucking her deep and fast.
"MAX!" she wailed. "QUIT IT! THE CHILDREN!"
"What about them?" he grinned, licking his lips as he lowered his head toward her
breasts. He took as his oral captive the coral cone of her nearest tit, and immediately he
applied harsh suction to her tumescent nipple.
"THEY'RE WATCHING!" Faye whined, pushing at his head and trying to clench her
legs together in a desperate effort to ward off the maddening stimulation of his stroking
fingers.
"So let them watch," Max mumbled around his mouthful of succulent tit flesh. His
hand was caught in the velvet vise of her upper thighs, but he was giving her sensitive
clit-head fits with the knuckle of his thumb. "It'll be nothing new to them. The little
rascals have been peeking through the keyhole. They've seen us fucking before, haven't
you, kids?"
"NOOH! OH, NOOO!" Faye moaned, glancing shamefacedly at her son and then at
her daughter, her face turning crimson and her body wilting as a flood of consternation
washed over her. She closed her eyes in shame and lay there panting, her legs opening
as if they had minds of their own to give Max's persuasive hand free access to her
tingling crotch.
"Why be secretive about it any more, darling?" Max asked, pressing on toward his
sensual goal. "The kids know we do it, and it's only natural for them to be curious. It's
time they started receiving a meaningful sex education. Now, what do you say, Faye?
Shall we make love openly, and let the children learn by watching at close range and
asking questions? Or would you prefer they learn about sex in the gutter, where it
comes with the connotation of being dirty and sinful?"
"Why didn't you... oohhhh... talk this over with meeee... in private first?" Faye
whimpered, for she was weakening fast under the expert cuntal massage her lecherous
husband was giving her. She shook her head tightly, as if to clear it, and moaned, "OH,
NOOO! MAX, I CAN'T! PLEASE, DARLING, DON'T SHAME ME BEFORE MY
CHILDREN!"
"Now that's bullshit, and you ought to know it, Faye. Wise up, woman. Do you want
your kids to grow up as emotionally crippled by sex as you and I used to be?"
"NO, MAX!" she pleaded. "I DON'T WANT THAT! BUT... MMMMM... PLEASE,
HONEY! I JUST CAN'T! NOT IN FRONT OF MY KIDS! IT'S OUTRAGEOUS TO
EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING! IT'LL MAKE ME FEEL DIRTY AND
PERVERTED!"
Kevin sat there beside his mother, his unblinking eyes staring at the hypnotizing sight
of his stepfather's hand pumping steadily between her shapely legs. The boy was
obviously in a state of fascinated shock, for his mouth hung open and he was shaking
like a leaf.
It was just the opposite with his younger sister. Cindy had been introduced to the
pleasures of the flesh, and this was making her wildly excited. She had swung up onto
her knees, bracing herself with one hand on Max's hip, while she stroked his erect cock
with the other and gawked down with great interest at her mother's plushy pussy.
"Fuck her, Daddy! Stick it in her and screw her good! I want to see it!"
"CINDY!" Faye wailed. "NOOH! MY GOD, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE
SAYING!"
Quickly Max divested his vociferously protesting wife of her nightgown and stripped off
his pajamas. He mounted her and allowed her daughter to skin back his dick and guide
its purplish head into the gleaming red maw of her well-lubricated snatch.
"Cindy knows what she's saying, and what she's doing too," Max informed his
struggling wife as, aided by the girl's trembling hand, he inched his prick into Faye's
slippery slot "Cindy's holding my-cock, Faye. Your little girl is helping me get it into
you."
"NOOH! OHHHH... OH!!, GOD FORBID! CINDY! DON'T HONEY! STOP IT,
MAX... AAAAHH... THIS INSTANT! DO YOU HEAR ME?! THIS IS INSANE!"
"Move your hand, Cindy," Max said, and when she did, he snapped his hips and
plunged his rampant meat all the way into Faye's fluttering sex opening, his balls
swinging forward to whack her in the ass at the same time his swollen glans thumped
against the neck of her uterus.
Faye sucked in her breath raggedly, then let it out with a sound that fell somewhere
between a sigh and a moan: AAAAAAOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
"Dad? Dad, please!" Kevin protested belatedly, and rather half-heartedly too, when Max
began screwing his red-faced mother. "She doesn't want you to!"
"You've got a lot to learn about women, son," Max told him, his ass arcing rhythmically
between Faye's reluctantly spreading, lifting legs. "Just relax and watch the action,
Kevin. I'll answer any questions you might have later."
"OHHHHHHH... OH, MAX!" Faye moaned, her palms skidding up his sides and over
his back as she took him into her embrace. The soles of her feet dragged along the
sheet until her bent knees were properly elevated and parted, and then her lovely ass
began lifting, and she was working him, hunching her sopping twat up to meet his
descending cock each time he socked it to her.
"YES, DARLING, YES! OHH, YOU LOVELY BASTARD! YOU KNOW I CAN'T
RESIST THAT BIG, SWEET DICK OF YOURS, DON'T YOU?"
"I was sort of counting on it," Max admitted, his green eyes reflecting tenderness and
loving concern as he continued to stroke his rod within the warm, wet sheath of her
now willingly submissive vagina. "Look at our kids, darling. They're spellbound, of
course, as well they should be, I suppose, but can you look at their faces and still
honestly think this is going to be a traumatic experience for either of them? Oh, no,
because what they're witnessing is the act of love, and there's nothing dirty about it,
now is there?"
"NO, MAX! IT'S GOOD! WONDERFUL! MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT, DARLING!
MAYBE THEY SHOULD SEE US DOING IT!"
Faye turned her gaze on her son, and saw that the handsome boy was smiling, a bit
bashfully but respectfully too. There was no horror in Kevin's expression, no censure
even. Clearly Kevin was excited over seeing her and Max locked in sexual intercourse,
but her son's visage left no doubt that he approved of what was happening now that
she'd given in to her horny husband. And one searching glance at her pubescent
daughter told Faye that Cindy was already more sexually liberated than she herself was
even today. The delicate features of Cindy's pretty face were a mask of beauty as she
knelt beside them, awe-stricken, her innocent brown eyes gazing down in fascination at
the sight of Max's big organ shuttling in and out of her mother's hairy hole. Cindy had
her hand between her slender girlish legs, and was unashamedly rubbing the tiny red
nubble of her boldly protruding pleasure button with the ball of her middle finger. .
"OH, MY DARLINGS!" Faye gushed, and she reached out to touch both of her
children, putting a hand on each of their legs to pat and squeeze their thighs. "WATCH
US... MMMMMM... OH, YESSS, DOOOIINNGG... MAX IS GOING TO FUCK
YOUR MOTHER GOOD... AAAAAAHH... AND I WANT YOU TO SEE IT
ALLLL!!!"
Max began screwing his wife in earnest then, and Faye responded to it wildly. The
bouncing bed creaked and popped, with the springs squeaking out the raspy tune of the
sweetest song this side of heaven. Faye drew up her legs and locked her ankles over the
small of Max's back, so her kids, who'd moved down to the center of the bed now,
could have a clear view of their stepfather's mighty prick reaming in and out of her
juicy glory hole.
It was giving Faye a tremendous thrill to have her offspring look on while she took a
really thorough fucking from her big-clicked husband. She was trying to act as if she
had no sexual hang-ups, but she did. In the back of her mind, Faye couldn't help
thinking this was a licentious, hedonistic thing she and Max were doing. Her ingrained
morals told her she was being wicked and wanton to hick so brazenly right in front of
her children. It was the very indecency of the way she was carrying on which gave her
such a delicious thrill. She moaned her pleasure and cried out lustfully for Max to hick
her harder and faster and deeper, and she wanted her kids to hear and see everything.
She felt like a pagan bitch at an orgy, and she loved it.
When she saw her daughter stripping off her nightie and her son taking out his stiff
little dick to jack off, it was just too much. Having intercourse in her children's presence
had already given her an incestuous feeling, and the sight of her son's throbbing four 
inch pecker slammed luridly into her feverish mind. The desire to have her son's peter
in her mouth and suck it till cumming overwhelmed Faye. She reached out impulsively,
pushing Kevin's hand away from his appealing organ and clutching it with her own,
moaning as she wrapped her fingers around the pulsing column of his turgid stem.
She'd never dreamed how exciting it would be to hold the hard dick of her own darling
son.
"I'M CUMMING!" she yelped, bowing up to take the full length of her husband's cock
as she clung fiercely to the smaller prick of her son.
"AHHHH... AHHHOGOODD... OHHHHHHHHH... CCCUUUMMIIINNNGGG!"
"GET OFF, MAX!" Faye groaned while, she was still in the final throes of her spine
tingling climax. "I WANT KEVIN, DARLING! I CAN'T HELP IT! I WANT TO LICK
HIS ASS AND SUCK HIS SWEET DICK!"
"JESUS, BABY!" Max replied, also groaning, as he slipped his bloated meat from the
squishy depths of her quivering cunt with his own orgasm waiting in the wings.
"DON'T EVEN TRY TO HELP IT! DO IT, FAYE! KEVIN, GET YOU PAJAMAS
OFF, SON! YOUR MOTHER'S GOING TO GIVE YOU A BLOW-JOB!"
"AND I'M GOING TO SUCK YOU OFF, DADDY!" Cindy squealed. The passionate
child hurled her naked little body at her stepfather and dragged him down onto his
back at the foot of the bed, where she immediately began licking the flavorful coating of
her mother's pussy juice off the gleaming pole of his upstanding organ.
A shy, quiet child by nature, Kevin didn't know what to make of these sensual goings
on. His little sister had gone down on him the night before, so he knew what his
mother wanted to do to him. He just couldn't believe it, was all. He loved and respected
his mother, and this just didn't seem right. But she wanted to, so he supposed it must
be okay, and despite his uneasy feeling, he sure did want to hick his mother's face, and
the slippery slit of her pretty pussy, too.
"Mom?" the boy said, looking Faye right in the eye as she unbuttoned his pajama top.
Refusing to be intimidated by 'his bashfulness, he put his hands on the soft floppy
mounds of her big, warm tits. "While Dad was... was fucking you, I wanted to... to kiss
your... pussy! Oh, Mom, I wanted to so bad!"
"OH, MY DARLING LITTLE BOY!" Faye gushed, tossing away the top of his pajamas
and taking his head in her bands. "YES, KEVIN, YOU MAY KISS MOTHER'S PUSSY
AS MUCH AS YOU'D LIKE!"
Faye kissed her son as she'd never kissed him before. Her mouth opened wide, her red
lips covered his and she probed into the youthful sweetness of his mouth with her
yearning tongue.
"SWING THAT CUTE LITTLE ASS UP, CINDY! GET ON TOP OF ME, BABY, SO
I CAN SUCK YOU, TOO!"
Through the keyhole Cindy had observed this exciting bit being performed by her
parents, so she knew exactly what her stepfather wanted her to do. She had his large
balls in one hand and the base of his huge dick in the other, with her mouth sucking
hungrily at the top four inches of his meat while her hair fanned the air and her head
bobbed rapidly up and down. She drew up till she had nothing but the sleek bulb of his
scrumptious dickhead in her mouth, and using his pole as an anchor, she pivoted
around and straddled him in the classic sixty-nine position, lowering the bald cleft of
her juiced-up little cunny to his face and shivering with delight when she felt his hot
mouth begin feasting on her aroused crotch.
They were all on the same bed, so Faye knew exactly what her second husband was
doing to and with her precious little girl. I SHOULD BE FURIOUS WITH MAX! she
scolded herself. I'M CINDY'S MOTHER, AND HE'S TEACHING HER TO GO
SIXTY-NINE! GOOD HEAVENS, MAX IS FEEDING HER THAT BIG FAT DICK
OF HIS! AND HE'S SUCKING HER INNOCENT LITTLE TWAT! IT'S
OUTRAGEOUS! MY GOD, SHE'S ONLY TWELVE, MY LITTLE GIRL, AND SHE
HASN'T GOT A SINGLE HAIR ON HER PUBIS! SO WHY DON'T I PUT A STOP
TO IT?!
But Faye knew she wasn't going to even scold Max and Cindy, much less try to stop
them. She couldn't very well complain, since at the moment she was mounting her
nude son in precisely the same fashion which her daughter had her husband. Besides,
Cindy seemed to love sucking and being sucked, and Max wasn't hurting her or forcing
the child into anything. Then too, being brutally honest with herself, Faye had to admit
she felt a strange surge of intense excitement at witnessing the double-ended oral
genital hookup between her young daughter and her mature husband.
MAX LOVES CINDY! Faye reminded herself. HE WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING
TO HURT HER ! MAYBE HE'S DOING HER A FAVOR! MAYBE I WOULD'VE
BEEN BETTER OFF IF MY FATHER HAD DONE IT TO ME! I KNOW I WANTED
HIM TO, WHEN I WAS ABOUT CINDY'S AGE! I GUESS ALL GIRLS WANT
THEIR FATHERS TO MAKE LOVE TO THEM AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER,
WHETHER OR NOT THEYEVER ADMIT IT!
"OH, YES, MAX!" Faye crooned, giving in to the warmth of an all-encompassing love.
"TEACH CINDY EVERYTHING, DARLING! SUCK AND FUCK OUR LITTLE
GIRL WITH LOVE! ONLY BE GENTLE WITH HER, PLEASE, BECAUSE SHE'S SO
YOUNG AND TENDER!"
Reluctantly Max backed his secretion-lapping tongue from the nectareous tunnel of
Cindy's sex, but his lips refused to part with the child's puffy little vulva. His reassuring
reply wafted to his wife all muffled by the febrile tissue of her daughter's pouting little
pussy.
"Don't get too carried away, Cindy," Faye cautioned. "I know how sweet your daddy's
dick is, honey, but be careful. Don't scrape that lovely cock with your teeth."
"MMMM, MMMMMM!" Cindy moaned, her eyes rolling toward her mother to show
Faye she heard and understood, while the child kept right on mouthing the satisfying
meat of her stepfather, who now had the tip of his nose in her asshole while he
pleasured her by sucking her puffy pussy lips and licking around deep inside her snug
little vagina.
Reasonably sure now that nothing but good could. come as a result of this Sunday
morning family orgy, Faye lowered the plushy labia of her hair-rimmed snatch to the
waiting mouth of her son. "MMMMM! OH, YES, KEVIN! THAT'S SWEET, ANGEL!
KISS MOTHER'S CUNT! SUCK IT GOOD! LICK INTO IT!"
As the lad followed in detail his mother's lustful requests, holding open her womanly
buttocks and inhaling the musky odor within the crack of her beautiful ass, he could
feel her warm hands fondling his nuts and her soft lips planting kisses fervently up one
side of his turgid peter and down the other. It made him delirious with joy. Her cunt
tasted sweet and juicy, but her asshole looked appealing too. He tugged her down and
lifted his head, slithering his tongue over the inch of flesh separating her vulva and
anus. Kevin licked right into his mother's tangy butthole.
"YES, KEVIN, YESSS!" Faye shouted, and she deserted temporarily his mouth-watering
penis to lick over and around his tight testicles. Reaching her immediate goal, Faye
dawdled not a second. Greedily she formed her full lips to the dark crinkled area
surrounding her son's puckered rear portal and thrust her tongue swiftly in through his
rubbery rectum to lick well up into his murky asshole.
"OHHHHHHH... OH, MOMMM!!!" Kevin gasped, shuddering with pleasure as her
hot, wet tongue stabbed rapidly in and out of his tight asshole.
Analingus was definitely on the family's orgiastic menu, for at that moment Cindy and
Max had their lips glued to each other's assholes and were emitting moans of ecstasy
while they frenziedly tongue-tucked one another's erogenous asshole. And the shy
Kevin didn't balk at this most intimate of all love kisses, either. He whimpered
mournfully and licked up the sweat all along the deep gorge formed by his mother's
fleshy asscheeks. Following that, he extended his tongue and sank only the very tip of it
into her rosebud anus. Inhaling with gusto the pleasant aroma of her rump, the boy
rolled his tongue in a tight circle, stretching her rectum as he rimmed round and
around its smooth ring with the tip of his taste organ. It was wildly exciting to do such
a forbidden thing, especially with his own mother.
Kevin had always loved his mother; now he adored her. SHE'S GOT TO BE THE
SWEETEST WOMAN ON EARTH! he groaned inwardly, and he rammed his tongue
all the way up her irresistible asshole, forming his lips firmly to her assflesh and sucking
like a leech.
"KEV-IINNNN! OHHHHH... NOT SO HARD, BABY!" Faye shrieked. "I LOVE IT,
DARLING! BUT IF YOU WANT TO TURN ME INSIDE OUT, YOU'D BETTER DO
IT TO MY PUSSY INSTEAD OF MY BUTTHOLE!"
Kevin understood, for the end of his deeply thrust tongue had just met the bottom of a
fat turd which his harsh suction had vacuumed part way down his mother's anal canal.
Strangely this fascinated the boy, and he was so turned on that he licked the bulky mass
again before Faye could contract her inner muscles and draw it back up out of his reach
Then he groaned, smacking his lips as he ripped them from her thrilling asshole and
dived gluttonously back into the sweetmeat feast of her yawning, juice-dripping, hairy
cunt.
The penis of her son was a thing of godlike beauty to Faye. Kevin's member was only
half the size of Max's, but the boy's was perfectly formed, like a masterpiece of fine
phallic sculpture. The mother's eyes shone with adoration as she gazed down at close
range upon the well-shaped prick of her darling son. She smiled dreamily, watching
with rapt attention as her eager fingers leisurely hoisted and lowered the foreskin flag
along the top third of Kevin's alluring pole. The satiny skin furled and unfurled in a
most eye-pleasing manner. She delighted in making the hood envelop and hide again
and again the reappearing rose of Kevin's penile crown, but jacking him off was not her
intention. And he was bringing her dangerously close to another cum with his
pleasure giving mouth.
"MY SON! MY OWN SWEET SON!" Faye cooed. She took his balls in one hand,
squeezing them gently. Then she slipped her other hand under his butt and inserted a
finger into his spit-slick anus. Faye watched her naughty finger sink palm-deep into the
furnacelike heat of her son's tight asshole, and then she lowered her head, mewling
contentedly as she took into her mouth the entire length of Kevin's delicious little dick.
Max's pent-up load gushed into little Cindy's sweetly sucking mouth about the same
time Faye's mature lips mashed into the sparsely haired area of groin surrounding the
base of Kevin's rod. As the mother began sucking cock, the daughter graciously
accepted the creamy reward which her oral efforts bad brought forth.
SHOOT IT, DADDY, SHOOT ITTT! the highly aroused girl-child screamed silently,
while the. throbbing cock of her delirious stepfather spewed torrents of gluey ejaculate
into her greedy oral cavern. GOD, HOW I LOVE YOUR STUFF! IT'S SO THICK
AND ROPY, AND IT TASTES STRONGER THAN KEVIN'S! OH, YES, SQUIRT
LOTS OF THAT YUMMY GOOD CUM TO ME! I WANT TO DRINK ALL
YOU'VE GOT!
A moment later Faye was having her share of the available male nectar, only she was
thinking, KEVIN, KEVIN, KEVIN! MY OWN PRECIOUS SON! WHAT SWEET
CUM! WHAT A DELICATE FLAVOR YOUR SWEET CUM HAS! HOW
WONDERFUL IT TASTES! KEEP IT COMING, PRECIOUS! PUMP MOTHER A
CUPFUL OF YOUR PURE WHITE SYRUP! I LOVE IT! SPURT IT INTO MY
COCKSUCKING MOUTH, YOU DARLING, WHILE I WATCH THOSE
INNOCENT BOYISH BALLS QUIVER AND JERK! MY GOD, THIS IS HEAVEN!
I'M CUMMING, TOO! OHHHHHHHHHHHH... OH, YESSSS...
AARRGGHHHHHHH... CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGGG!!!"
His mother's fluted opening fluttered rhythmically against Kevin's mouth, the coarse
hair of her cunt rug sanding his chin and lips. Her vagina clapped together, forcing its
buildup of clear pussy cream down her passage and gushing it into the lad's mouth.
Already grunting with the bliss of his orally induced orgasm, the appreciative youth
groaned his pleasure and gulped down the copious flow of delicious cuntal juices which
issued from the same hole which had given him birth.
Cindy was the only one who'd not as yet attained climactic release of her unbearable
sexual tensions, but she wasn't about to be denied this privilege. While her mother and
brother looked on, her mother giving directions and verbal encouragement, the
passionate young girl clung tenaciously to her stepfather's long limber rod with her
hands and mouth, keeping at him till she, sucked him up another thumping erection.
"NOW, DADDY!" Cindy begged, flopping onto her back and throwing open her legs.
"FUCK ME, DARLING MAX! GET YOUR COCK INTO ME QUICK! I'M DYING
FOR IT! BURNING UP! HURRY! HHUURRRRYYYYY!!!"
"Take it easy with her, Max!" Faye cautioned. She braced herself for the pain she
expected her daughter to suffer, and wished she could bear it in Cindy's stead.
"Sure, Faye," Max answered, smiling enigmatically as he swung between Cindy's legs
and allowed her to grasp and guide his instrument.
The lust-crazed little girl wedged the bald knob of Max's mighty organ between her
blood engorged labia and swabbed it up and down in her soft pink crack. Then she
wiggled her compact little bottom and spread her legs to the limit, giving a tug at her
stepfather's shaft and taking his huge crown into the cleft of her tiny vulva.
"AAAAAAHH, AAAAAAHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cindy sighed,
closing her glassy eyes and shivering all over as Max penetrated her.
Faye was more than a little surprised at how easily the massive prick of her full-grown
husband slipped into the tiny, saliva-lubricated slot of her little girl's slender, ninety
pound body. She sat there beside them on the bed, her mouth gaping open in disbelief
as she watched inch after inch of the nearly wrist-thick shaft being sank into the
gripping little twat of her ooohing and aaahing twelve-year-old daughter. It was with a
mixture of incredulity and relief that she watched her husband's pubis press against
Cindy's soft mons and his large, hairy balls snuggle up to her twitching little asshole,
for then she realized her small child had taken the entire length of Max's horsecock
without so much as a grimace of pain or a whimper of protest.
"THIS ISN'T THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE FUCKED MY CHILD!" Faye screeched in a
fit of motherly outrage which she simply could not hold back.
"AT THE... OOOUUIJUUUU... DRIVE-IN!" Cindy unthinkingly volunteered.
"MAX!" Faye gasped. "HOW COULD YOU?!"
Max grinned sheepishly, letting his fully inserted dong soak in the sweet heat of the
girl's incredibly tight little pussy.
"YOU DIRTY BASTARD!" Faye hissed, baring her claws to scratch out the eyes of the
man who'd violated her young daughter's virginity. And then she caught herself, and
laughed, and kissed him instead, and she kissed Cindy, too. "What the hell am I
making such a fuss about? I was ready to let you take her cherry a moment ago. What
difference does it make if you've already done it?"
"None that I can see, baby," Max said, heaving a sigh of relief.
"Did Max fuck you good, Cindy?" Faye asked with a knowing smile. "Was he gentle
with you? Did you love it, darling?"
"OH, YESSS, MOTHER!" Cindy sighed. "IT WAS WONDERFUL, THE WAY
DADDY DID IT TO ME! I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME AGAIN ...RIGHT NOW...
BECAUSE I LOVE MAX ...AND YOU... AND KEVIN TOO! OH, I DO, I DOOO...
AND I WANT KEVIN TO SCREW ME WHEN DADDY GETS DONE!"
"What's a guy to do?" Max said as he started pulling his shiny, wet shaft part way out
from the clinging lips of Cindy's distending slit. "The kid digs sex, and I like her
wholesome attitude. Don't you, Faye?"
"I LOVE TO FUCK!" Cindy panted, throwing her arms around Max. "OH, MOTHER,
I DO LOVE IT SOOO!!!"
"Then you come by it naturally, sweetheart, because your mother loves to fuck, 'too!"
Faye announced unashamedly. "Go at it, you darlings!
I'm dying to see this! Not hard, though, Max! Screw her slow and easy, so you don't
hurt her! Let me see you both enjoying yourselves in some sweet and tender fucking!"
Max began fucking his wife's little girl in the way Faye instructed, being very gentle
with her.
"OOOH, OOOH, OHHHHH!" Cindy chanted, burying her face in the crook of her
stepfather's neck and running her small hands over his back as his buttocks rose and
fell with a smooth, graceful rhythm between her trembling, wide-splayed legs.
"WHAT A TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!" Max crooned. "OH, CINDY, BABY, IT'S SO
GOOD! SO HOT AND WET AND SWEET!"
"FUCK IT, DADDY!" the delirious child rasped. "FUCK MY GOOD PUSSY WITH
YOUR WONDERFUL DICK! AAAAAE! I LOVE... OHHHHHH... THE WAY IT
FILLS ME SO FULLLL!!!"
The bedsprings squeaked softly and unhurriedly above the droning hum of the window
air conditioner. Before long Cindy lifted her legs. . They hung suspended in the air on
each side of Max's thrusting hips, her knees bent and her small feet flailing erratically
about as the hg cock plunged the snug cylinder of her tiny cunt and the grown-man
pubis pounded her fatty mound, jolting her little girl's body.
Lovingly Faye brushed the wisps of light brown disheveled hair out of her little girl's
eyes when Cindy began lolling her head blissfully back and forth. "Oh, Cindy, you're
such a small, delicate," Faye said. "I don't see how you can take Max's great big dick!
But you are taking it, and you love it, don't you, sweetheart?"
"LOVE IT!" Cindy panted. "OH, YES MOTHER! I LOVE MAX... AAAHH... AND I
SIMPLY ADORE HIS BIG FAT DICK!"
Kevin's upper lip twitched with nervous anticipation. His small penis was hard as a
rock again. Whereas his mother was lying at an angle, watching the faces of her
carnally connected daughter and husband, the boy had moved lower in the bed so he
could get a clear view of the cock/cunt action. It excited Kevin to see the long, thick,
secretion-wetted shaft of his stepfather sinking in and out of his little sister's small,
hairless twat. The sight aroused in him the same desire he'd felt when Max was fucking
into his mother.
Without asking permission, Kevin crawled on his belly in between the legs of the
copulating couple and began licking the moist, silky skin at the top of Cindy's thighs,
just below her sex slot. It was necessary for him to lift his stepfather's dangling testicles
to get to his sister's sopping little pussy, but Max, realizing the boy's intentions, was
disinclined to protest. Kevin whimpered as he worked his face in close. The maddening
odor of mixed male and female sweat and sexual secretions rose from their groins and
filled the lad's discerning nostrils. With a moan, be extended his tongue and started
licking his sister's cuntal opening, running his tongue in a U around her fluttering labia
while Max's massive prick stroked in and out of the tautly stretched hole. Accidentally
at first, his tongue began brushing the sex-slick shaft of his stepfather's organ. The taste
of the pussy-flavored dick fascinated Kevin, though, and soon he was licking wildly at
both Max's pistoning rod and his sister's receiving cunny, lapping with keen delight at
the cuntal cream which the male organ brought up from deep inside his little sister's
heaving belly.
"KEVIN! OH, DARLING, YES! LICK THEM! LICK THEM BOTH!" Faye cried,
scooting down to watch the lewd licking of her daughter's and husband's sexually
joined prick and pussy.
It really turned Faye on to see her shy son behaving so lustfully, and she decided to
help him. There wasn't room for both their heads, however, so Faye contented herself
for the moment by taking Max's bails into her mouth and sucking them while he
continued to fuck into her moaning daughter. Then she moved higher, prying apart
Max's buttocks and licking into their sweat-mattened hairy cleft each time his arcing ass
backed up to her face. With little difficulty, she found his anus and penetrated it with
her tongue while he pumped the meat to Cindy.
"Goddamn baby, that's great!" Max gasped. "Let me roll over with Cindy!" He did so,
leaving his stalk in the little girl while he rolled her onto her side with him and lifted
her upper leg over his waist. "NOW! FAYE, YOU KEEP LICKING MY ASS! AND,
KEVIN, YOU GET AROUND BEHIND YOUR SISTER, SON! I WANT YOU TO
SUCK CINDY'S ASSHOLE WHILE I FUCK HER!"
Kevin was only too happy to comply with his stepfather's erotic request. He lay down
behind his little sister, rubbing his erected peter in her hair, while he drew open her
asscheeks and glued his mouth to her anal region, his tongue probing eagerly into the
tiny ring of her puckered butthole.
"AAAAAAHH... OOOHH!" Cindy whined, shivering with double pleasure when her
stepfather began tucking into her again and she felt the added stimulation of her
brother's hot, wet tongue gliding in and out of her erogenous rectum.
It was only seconds later when the child started shaking all over, groaning and gasping
and rubbing her brother's dick and balls with the back of her thrown-back bead. "I'M
CUMMING! OHHHHHHHHH... CUUMMMMIINNGGGGG... OHH, DADDY,
MOTHER, KEVIN... AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... OHH, IT'S GOOOODDD...
AAAHHHHHHHHHH... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGGG... OHH, OHH, OHH...
GODDD... GGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Cindy's tight "asshole clamped rhythmically at the thrusting wet tongue of her brother
while her vaginal muscles clutched convulsively at the mighty pole of her stepfather's
stroking rod. They kept at her, even while she cried out shrilly and bucked about in the
bliss of her toe-curling climax. Cindy thought she would die, it was so good; but she
didn't, and when her moment of ecstasy had ended, she was hot to trot again. Only
now she wanted more than a tongue up her butt.
She swiveled her head and looked at her brother's erection. It was half as big as Max's,
and looked just right for what she bad in her erotic little mind. She kissed the head of
her brother's dick, then licked all over his stem to make it nice and slick.
"PUT IT INTO MY BOTTOM, KEVIN! PLEASE! SCREW MY BUTT WHILE
DADDY FUCKS INTO MY CUNNY SOME MORE!" Cindy pleaded wantonly...
Concerned over her daughter's physical well-being, Faye voiced her doubts as to the
workability of Cindy's lustful idea. But she was outvoted three to one, and reluctantly
she gave her consent to let them try it. Her worry had been for naught, Faye realized
when she heard Cindy's groan of pleasure. Kevin's saliva-coated peter slipped with
surprising ease in through the elastic aperture of the child's buttonhole anus and
skewered itself to the hilt in her quivering little butt.
"OHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME... BOTH OF YOU TOGETHER!" Cindy squealed
lasciviously.
As her husband and son set to, driving their pricks into her sighing, sobbing daughter
with almost perfect synchronization of motion, Faye was overpowered by the urge to
join them. She wanted a piece of the action herself, though it delighted her to see her
little girl having both the available cocks at the same time and apparently tremendously
enjoying the double-tucking she was getting.
"What about me?" Faye asked. "Am I to be left out in the cold? I'm hot and bothered,
too, you know!"
"Then get your hot-and-bothered ass up here, darling!" Max panted, patting the bed
between his and Kevin's heads. "Cindy's got both of our cocks, but we'd love to give
you both of our tongues wouldn't we, son?"
"DAMN RIGHT, DAD!" Kevin grunted, his back arching as he socked his pecker in
and out of his sister's rump.
"You can have your choice, Kevin," Max chuckled. "Which would you rather suck, your
mother's cunt or asshole?"
"HER ASSHOLE!" the boy replied excitedly. "I LOVE MOM'S SWEET ASSHOLE! I
COULD SUCK IT AND SUCK IT AND SUCK IT... ALL DAY!"
"YOU LITTLE ANGEL!" Faye gushed, pulling her knees up to her chest and squirming
her rear end down between the faces of her husband and son in the space which was
left because of Cindy's shorter stature. "I MAY JUST LET YOU SUCK IT ALL DAY,
KEVIN! THIS IS SUNDAY, SO I DON'T HAVE TO COOK FOR THE BOARDERS,
AND... OHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
It was quite impossible for Faye to maintain her train of thought and finish her
statement, what with the burst of pleasure she felt when her son's mouth claimed her
rear opening and her husband's mouth locked itself to the squishy split of her lovely,
suckable snatch.
The Copeland family didn't make it to church that morning; they were too busy
fucking and sucking one another. They attended the evening services instead, after
having dined out at a restaurant, which was their usual custom for Sunday supper.
Seeing the radiant contentment in the glowing faces of the Copelands that night, many
of the churchgoers remarked to one another that there indeed was a wholesome, happy
family. And they were right.


THE END
