Balling Her Neighbor's Son
by Iris Bright
(RX-270)


FOREWORD 

It is really rare that a manuscript quite like Balling Her Neighbor's Son 
reaches any publisher's desk, and rarer still when it happens to be 
accompanied by a writer like Iris Bright. 

Because no one could be like Iris Bright. And if she did exist, no one could 
think and act like Iris Bright. Miss Bright (she isn't married and we can't 
somehow bring ourselves to use the term Ms) has a teen-aged son and a 
teen-aged daughter and, totally speculative of course, they have an 
"understanding" going between the three of them. As a matter-of-fact, Miss 
Bright freely admits to the information that she and her children sat around 
several late evenings plotting Balling Her Neighbor's Son, and that her 
children read her manuscript pages as she finished them ... and offered her 
suggestions for changes and helpful little hints as to how she can really 
"soup it up" here and there. 

A most peculiar home and hearth arrangement. They've promised to let us 
watch next time. Perhaps we should prevail upon Miss Bright to write her own 
true story for Surrey House, Inc. It would have to be far different from 
Shelly's story. 

Shelly is the super-sex-star of Balling Her Neighbor's Son ... the nice 
neighbor lady who fell in love with that very same uncommonly well set up 
young man, shortly after she had the thorough pleasure of copping the kid's 
cherry. 

A nurse in her professional life, she has no end of men to take care of ... 
or parts of men's bodies that need the most special, localized, attention. 
Even if one of those same men happens to be the father of her virile, 
ever-up, little boy lover. 

And, of course, the big dog with his devilishly clever twists and turns. 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey 
Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore 
or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult 
reading will want them, side by side on their private book shelves for 
definite re-reading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

She saw him standing there just outside her front door, just like she 
frequently saw him, only now she took a closer look. Shelly had always liked 
Bob, the rangy sixteen-year-old son of her closest neighbor, and he was a 
frequent visitor to her house. Only today he looked different. 

Bob stood a good six-feet tall and had enough meat on his frame to qualify 
him for the high school football team. Yes, sir, he didn't look like any 
sixteen-year-old Shelly had ever seen before. Damned few sixteen-year-olds 
had a crotch on them like Bob had, sticking way out there like that and 
practically bulging in her face, and the outline of it-his thing, his 
pecker; for some reason Shelly was having difficulties framing the word cock 
in her mind-reached way down his thigh, hanging heavy and tightly against 
his leg and almost twitching sex signals at her tired body and aching mind. 

She remembered coming home from work just minutes before Bob's loud knock on 
the door ... her body aching in every muscle as she dragged herself up the 
three wrought-iron steps to the double glass doors of her duplex. She slid 
the key into the lock-his ... pecker ... would slide in just as easily-and 
turned it. Man, what a day, those old farts don't need angels of mercy, they 
need longshoremen for their needs! 

"Oh, hi, Bob," Shelly said, trying to smile. "Come on in...." 

Shelly made her way into the cozy living room and collapsed on the sofa. I 
love the work and those people sure as hell need help, but Christ, they sure 
do a body in. 

Shelly worked as a nurse's aide in a medical hospital in the geriatric ward. 
She'd no intention of doing nursing work until she literally fell into it a 
year ago when she found herself divorced with no formal training in which to 
support herself. She had applied for work as a secretary, but her typing 
left something to be desired. She had applied for work as a waitress, but 
found she was not much of a glass balancer. She had applied for work as a 
barmaid, but didn't know one drink form another as she had never been much 
of a drinker. Then out of sheer desperation she had applied for work in the 
hospital as kitchen help, because she could cook, if only to supply her 
basic needs. The administrator of the hospital had interviewed Shelly and 
decided she had not had the experience in mass cooking that was necessary 
for such a huge establishment. In despair, Shelly walked out of his office 
and nearly fell over a wheelchair loaded to overflowing with an obese lady 
decked out in her best geriatric finery. She wore a pink satin quilted robe 
covered with ropes and brightly colored beads. On her head was a bright pink 
hat with a sagging brim loaded with flowers of assorted colors. Her fingers 
were loaded with cheap rings of mock diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. 

"How pretty you look!" Shelly exclaimed. 

"Have you seen Herbert?" the old lady smiled, "I can't find Herbert and it's 
time for bed." 

"Who's Herbert?" Shelly questioned. 

"Herbert is my husband, dear. I wouldn't go to bed without Herbert. Have you 
seen him?" 

"No, but I'll help you look for him. Where would he be?" 

At that moment the administrator called to Shelly, "Mrs. Wooten, would you 
please come back in here a moment?" 

Shelly smiled at the old lady in the wheelchair, gave her a peck on the 
cheek, and promised to return and help her find Herbert in a minute. Then 
she hurried into the administrators office. 

"Do you like older people?" the administrator questioned. 

"Yes. Why?" she asked with a smile. 

"Not everyone does, you know. Now Sadie, there ... that's who you were 
talking to ... can be quite trying at times, but you seemed to enjoy her. 
Have you ever thought of working with these people?" 

Shelly shook her head. 

"Why don't you report in tomorrow for the seven-to-three shift and we'll see 
how you like the work. We just might make a nurse's aide out of you: The 
main requirement is love and concern for these people." 

Shelly readily agreed. At the door of the administrator's office, she found 
that Sadie was nowhere in sight. Shelly looked questioningly at the 
administrator. 

"Sadie went looking for Herbert," he explained, "he's dead you know-has been 
for twenty years. Sadie looks for him every day; that's how she spends her 
time." 

That was the beginning of Shelly's career as a nurse and she loved it, 
although she now lay completely pooped, looking and feeling worse than any 
of her patients ever could have felt. 

Bob followed Shelly into the kitchen where she poured coffee into the guts 
of her perculator. He opened the refrigerator in search of a Coke. Shelly 
kicked off her white nurses shoes. 

"Be back in a minute, Bob, I gotta get this damned uniform off." She left 
tugging at her front zipper. "Damn!" she muttered. 

"What's the matter?" Bob yelled from the kitchen. 

"This stupid zipper is stuck," she ansered, returning to the kitchen. 
Rummaging through a drawer, she searched for a pair of plyers to loosen the 
zipper. Bob turned her around by the shoulders and reached for the jammed 
zipper. 

"Don't break it, Bob. I'd hate to try and put a full-length zipper in this 
dumb uniform. Sewing is not one of my talents." 

"What are your talents?" Bob looked up from his struggles with her uniform 
and gave her a smile and a wink. 

Smart alec! You're a doll, but Mama's too old. Damn good-looking kid. Very 
mod, but definitely too young. Shelly continued to survey Bob. He had the 
most beautiful brown eyes and at times they had a definite twinkle, a 
knowing twinkle, for only being sixteen. His hair was about the length of a 
lady's shag, but he was no lady. Shelly noticed the very masculine hands 
that were tugging at her zipper. 

Bob gave one last tug at the zipper and it gave way, like all the way down 
to the hem line of Shelly's uniform. 

"Thanks, Bob," Shelly muttered and turned to leave the kitchen. Only Bob 
stood directly in her pathway to the hall. 

"Pretty slip," he said, almost in a whisper. His eyes rested on the lace 
network that did not fully cover the fullness of her breasts. 

"The only way I know I'm a woman and not a heavy duty operator is to wear 
something feminine underneath my uniform," she said as she stepped to the 
side to go around Bob. He side-stepped too, and was again in front of her. 

"I can see you are feminine, and not only by the lace. But I don't know if 
you are going to need any more help or not, like with getting out of that 
dress," and with those words he took the neck of the uniform and peeled it 
down and backward, far enough to pin her arms to her sides. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Let go, I want to get out of this 
damn thing" Shelly's eyes were snapping now. 

Bob looked down at Shelly's jutting breasts, which were forced forward and 
upward to the point of bursting all that lace. 

"I want to see what's under there!" He released her abruptly. He thrust his 
big hands into the front of her bra with the inexperience of a virgin 
sixteen-year-old boy suddenly hit with the urge to screw. 

Something had to give and it did. With the thrust of Bob's big paws into 
Shelly's already bursting bra, the lace split, the bra snaps gave way and 
all that lace fell to her waist leaving nothing to Bob's imagination. There 
were those big tits, capped by nipples that caused Bob to moan low in his 
throat, "Oh, God." 

He could not take his eyes off Shelly's immense olives, but he made no 
attempt to touch her. He'd expected a hell of a good feel, but here she 
stood with full-rounded boobs pointing straight back at his rounded eyes. 

"You ever felt tits before?" Shelly asked. 

Bob shook his head no. 

Reaching for his hand, she placed it on her breast. Bob looked into her eyes 
and shivered with awe. Shelly took one of his fingers and guided it around 
and around the pinker part of her breast and finally put his finger directly 
on her nipple, which by now was eagerly awaiting his young touch. 

"Far out," he whispered. 

"Pinch my tits, Bob ... only gently, not like you were playing football." 

Bob took her pink buds between his fingers and ever so gently he pinched her 
tits. 

"Okay, sonny boy, play time is over. You've had a look. You've had a feel. 
Now go home!" Shelly shrugged his hands away. 

"I feel like messing around!" Bob enveloped her in his young strong arms. 

"Well, I don't. Not with you! Now beat it!" 

"No, ma'am!" He crushed her half naked body to his and slammed his lips down 
on hers. 

Shelly squirmed. She couldn't move! Bob held her so close to his body, she 
couldn't get away. His lips released hers. "Let's go in the bedroom and get 
it on," he gasped. 

"Get out of here, Bob. I don't intend to get it on with you!" 

"Come on, baby," and he dragged her toward the bedroom. 

"Sonofabitch, Bob, let me alone!" 

Bob bent over and whispered in her ear, "I am going to fuck you and fuck you 
and fuck you, chick. Either with or without your permission!" 

"You little bastard! You're going to let me alone! Go get a chick your own 
age." Then more softly, Shelly coaxed, "Go home, Bob." 

Bob decided since the couch was closer than the bedroom, to use it. He 
firmly pushed Shelly down on the couch, her naked breasts jiggled at the 
quick movement. 

"Kids are not my bag, now get lost!" Shelly was furious at being slung on 
the couch. 

"Why the put-down, Shelly? You don't know what I've got in my pants. I'm a 
hell of a long way from being a kid!" Bob pivoted Shelly on her ass so that 
she was long-ways on the couch. Like a cat, he was on top of her. She kept 
her legs together. He held her head between his big hands and brought his 
lips down hard on hers. 

She turned her head to the side! He grabbed her hair and pulled her head 
back. His lips burned into hers. Shelly whimpered under the hardness of his 
kiss. 

He looked into her eyes and whispered gently, "I'm sorry. I didn't really 
mean to hurt you, Shelly." 

"A real man doesn't bruise his partner." 

Shelly was wriggling herself to the side of the couch. Bob was right on. Her 
leg slipped off the side of the couch and she made a quick attempt to slip 
out from under him. Bob saw his chance. Her leg dropping was his change to 
move in. He pressed between her legs. 

"Hey, Bob, this isn't right." He felt so warm to her love spot, even through 
their clothes. "You gotta quit this. Man, this is wrong," she whispered. His 
lips came down on hers, gently this time. 

Shelly felt herself begin to weaken. She felt flushed. Bob nibbled her lips. 
He tongued his way to her ear and thrust his tongue in. 

"No, no, no," Shelly begged. 

"Yes," he breathed into her ear. 

Shelly knew if she didn't stop Bob short, she would be past the point of no 
return. She had to get away! She squirmed under his body. Bob paid no 
attention to her protesting gestures. He was kissing and tonguing her neck. 
His hot mouth moved down to her breasts. Kissing her nipples, his hands slid 
to her hips. 

Since he was working his way down, the best escape was up and away. Shelly 
give one last lunge upward and wound up flat on the floor. Bob fell with 
her. 

"You want it on the floor? I'll ram it to you wherever you want it." 

"Bob, I can't seem to get through to you, baby, I don't want it at all!" 
Shelly snarled. 

"You want it, chick! You're cunt is hot enough to burn a hole in my pants! 
That won't do at all." He slid her uniform, slip, and pantyhose off in one 
easy motion. 

Shelly's fight was about over! She felt him press down on her nude body. He 
was hard and warm. His hands ran exploringly over her hips, her breasts, and 
up to her neck. He cradled her face in his hands and so gently his lips 
parted and he kissed her with all the warmth and passion of an experienced 
lover. 

Shelly responded by tonguing his teeth and she thrust uncontrollable jabs of 
her tongue into his moist cavity. Her hips pushed up to meet him. She flung 
her arms around his neck with wild abandonment. He pumped his hips to meet 
hers. He breathed into her ear, "Now the bed?" 

She nodded. He released her and helped her up. 

Together they walked to the bed. Shelly slid onto the cool satin spread to 
await her lover. Bob eagerly pulled his velour shirt over his head. He 
unbuckled his wide leather belt. Tugging at his pants, he panted, "Now see 
if I'm a kid!" 

Shelly stared at his prick! Wow! What a magnificent dick! It was huge! He 
was no kid! This was a man coming to her. She lifted her arms to him. His 
hot young body slid between her wide spread legs. Their bodies pressed 
together. He kissed her wetly and passionately. 

Shelly felt the heat of desire fill her body. Her breath came in short 
gasps. Her cunt was wet. Right or wrong, she wanted this young stud, NOW! 

Bob's mouth opened wildly, slurping kisses from her. He made his way to her 
neck with his tongue. 

"Take me, Bob! Give it to me!" Shelly cried. 

Bob's rigid flesh found her drooling slit and plunged into her cuntal mouth. 

Her body was hot against his. He began to pump it to her with strong jabs of 
his shaft. Shelly met his every thrust with an eager lunging of her sex 
cavity. She sucked up his dong with her cunt! Harder and harder he jammed it 
at her. Faster and faster he rammed it to her. Shelly's head was reeling. 
She could barely get her breath. What a good fuck! Her arms clutched at his 
back! Her nails bit his flesh. She screamed with his penetrations, "Faster, 
faster! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her cunt met every thump of his rigid 
pole, thump after thump after thump. 

"I'm going off, baby, here it comes...." 

Shelly's juices met his in the wildest orgasm of her life, AAAAIIIIEEEE! 

They clutched each other in a moment of torrid ecstasy. 

"Oh, God, what a balling!" he panted. 

They lay there hooked up with the cum oozing from her tunnel. She felt the 
juices run down her crack. Bob's organ lay spent in her sopping cave. 

In complete exhaustion, they dozed. 

Shelly awoke to the throbbing of his shaft in her vagina. It was hard again! 
Her vaginal muscles snapped him up as she snaked his rod deeper and deeper 
into her cave. 

He felt the pull in and in and in. Shelly's hands grasped his ass and tried 
to pull his dong in further. 

"Christ, it's going to come out my mouth!" she whispered. 

"You sure fuck good!" Bob breathed hotly. 

He began spearing her tunnel slowly. In and out, in and out. Slowly and 
deeply. Her hole met his dick in matched rhythm. 

His mouth came down hotly on hers. He thrust his tongue into her. She 
eagerly returned her tongue to his mouth for him to suck. 

His strong young hands slid under her ass and lifted her cunt to his prick. 
He jabbed her faster now. She could feel his balls hit her with every bang 
he gave her. 

He began to speed up his screwing of her hole. He rode high in the saddle so 
with his every thrust his body hit her clit! 

This clit hitting sent shots of burning fire through Shelly. Bob was 
grunting his prick home. The animal desire beating in his dong pushed it 
harder and faster into her cunt. 

"Jam it, jam it! Come in me. Come in me. Fuck me, fuck me," Shelly begged. 
She was on a sex-trip that wouldn't stop. She was hot enough to have melted 
that pole inside her. Her head twisted fervently side to side. Bob's body 
was wet with perspiration. He jammed it to her, thrust after thrust after 
thrust. He felt the hot sticky cum shoot out his prick, shot after shot....A 
AAA AIIIIEEEEE! 

She slurped up his cum with her cunt and went off with him ... A A 
AIIIIEEEEE! 

"God, what a shaggin'," he moaned, rolling off her, his limp cock unplugging 
from her cum-filled slit. 

They lay side by side, done in. Shelly gazed at Bob. His young body so firm 
and tan. His chest was covered with curly brown hair, all wet with 
perspiration. His wide chest tapered to a narrow waist. His hard hips housed 
that magnificent prick that now lay limp and pussy-wet. That dick covered 
with cum and well spent was more a pole than most men had with a full 
hard-on. 

Shelly's eyes darted up his body to his young face. His eyes were closed 
peacefully, fringed with long, curling lashes. The straight nose rose 
majestically above his carefully trimmed, full mustache. He had full lips 
still wet with saliva. His chin was firm. His face reflected hard youth, 
yet, when he smiled, it was a boyish tenderness. 

Regret hit Shelly hard in the gut. I shouldn't have let him do it. I 
couldn't have bodily have fought him. I guess I really wanted to try that 
young prick. I'm terrible! I could have put him down verbally. God, he was 
good, but that's no excuse! I should have known better. He's so young. He 
was so innocent! Damn, what got into me? It was wrong, wrong, wrong! I can't 
blame him; he wanted to fuck, oh, God. I wanted him, too. I should have kept 
control of the situation. After all, I'm older and I knew better! It'll 
never happen again! Women my age just don't go around screwing 
sixteen-year-old boys! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Bob left Shelly shortly after dusk. He had a football game to participate in 
that evening, and as a necessity he had to report in to his mother for 
dinner and high-tail it to the high school. 

Shelly lay depleted and naked on her satin spread staring at the ceiling. 
Her eyes began surveying her surroundings as if to wipe out the screwing 
that had just occurred. Her bedroom was plush and in good taste. The 
lavender spread was dotted with furry-shag throw pillows in various shades 
of lavender and purple. 

Shelly rolled her lovely naked body over on her belly and felt the cool 
satin caress the length of her body. I could kick myself in the ass for 
those little antics. Sonofabitch, what will Martha think if she ever finds 
out? 

But Bob would never tell Martha what had happened that afternoon, but then 
you never know what a youngster will gloat about. But certainly not to his 
own mother. 

Guilt seized Shelly in the belly. She raised her body from the king-size bed 
and darted across the bedroom, her boobs swinging gingerly with her rapid 
race to the bathroom. She felt nauseated at the thought of Bob telling his 
mother, Martha, that she, Shelly, was teaching him the ins and outs of fancy 
fucking. Shelly raised the toilet seat and her gut heaved forth a spray of 
vomit. 

Shelly dragged herself over to the sink, picked up the avacado colored 
glass, filled it with water followed by a good stiff shot of mouth rinse. 
She gazed at her nude body in the mirror over the sink. Breasts that were 
full and rounded tipped with pink buds, a waist that was slim and hips that 
offered pleasure to the feel of her hands. That nest was covered with long 
sikly black hair and covered the entrance to a valley of paradise. "Not bad 
for a woman my age," she said and sighed, "but of all the men looking for 
snatch, why did I decide to take on a sixteen-year-old boy?" She mused to 
herself, He sure as hell isn't built like a sixteen-year-old boy. Hell, he 
isn't built like a thirty-year-old-man, that kid is built like a brick 
shithouse. Fantastic! She remembered his spent pole was bigger than most men 
with a good hard-on. 

Shelly couldn't help but think of Martha. 

Martha had been a high fashion model in her youth. She was conscious of 
every new wrinkle. Her main occupation in life was to tell everyone within 
earshot of her many operations. She had a face lift one year, a nose job the 
next. Then came the silicone shots to push her boobs up and out. 

Martha had long bleached blonde hair that was always done in a French twist. 
Her make-up was perfectly applied. Her blue eyes were emphasized with blue 
eye-liner and blue eye-shadow. She was a health food nut. Wheat germ was a 
must in her daily diet. 

She was not gung-ho on sex as she was sure her one child, Bob, had ruined 
her shape. It was all Mike's fault. Mike was Bob's father and if he hadn't 
have wanted a child, Martha never would have been pushed out of the modeling 
business. True, Martha had gone from a size three to a size seven, but she 
still had a figure that would catch anyone's eye. 

And besides, sex ruined her hair-do. Her hair caused Martha several hours 
work when it had to be redone. 

Still, Martha was Shelly's best friend and had been for several years. It 
was Martha that had been Shelly's witness during her divorce. Martha was 
johnny on the spot for any imaginable reason. 

After the arrival of Bob, Martha took it upon herself to protect Bob from 
his father ... the beast that had ruined her career. Martha protected Bob 
from his school teachers, employers, friends, life in general and if need 
be, from the whole United States of America. 

Martha saw to it Bob had all the latest fashions (another love of her life 
was clothes), a new sports car, money and whatever he wanted. Martha was in 
complete control of Bob's life. 

Shelly flicked her tits with her forefingers, jumped up and exclaimed to 
herself, "Let's you, tits, and you, cunt, go looking for an experienced 
lover and get it on!" 

She strode into the bathroom and began running her bath water. She ran it 
hot and steaming and full to the top of the tub. Before stepping into the 
tub, she decided she better douche and get Bob's cum out of her feverish 
hole before she filled it with someone else's. After her douche, she slid 
into the tub and submerged her body, all except her peaked tips seemed to 
insist on floating on top of the water. 

She allowed herself time to soak and then began sudsing herself from her 
full domes, down her soft belly and into her cunt. Rinsing herself, she 
stepped out on the orange bathrug and roughly towled herself dry. This 
towling turned her whole body a rosy pink and she trod her rosy self into 
the lavender bedroom to dress. 

She chose a black lace bra that cupped her full breasts but left her rosy 
tips peering eagerly over the top of the scanty lace. Her black lace bikini 
panties scantly covered their black nest. She pulled on a sleeveless, black 
mini dress. The neckline clung lowly to her curves. She slipped into gold 
sandals and carelessly flung on a gold chain around her neck. She combed her 
hair loosely below her shoulders and, for a final touch, applied a dab of 
heavy cologne. 

Picking up her gold crushed velvet coat, she sauntered out the door. 

Her old Ford quickly sped her to a bar that was recommended for singles. She 
pushed the heavy Spanish doors open and flipped her way up to the bar. She 
managed to flip herself onto a barstool between two very attractive men. She 
took a cigarette from her gold case and held it to her full lips. The big 
man on her side immediately went into attentive action and offered her a 
light. She smiled in appreciation. The bartender took her order for a vodka 
collins and the big man slid a $20 bill out to pay for Shelly's drink. 

"And thank you again, kind sir. I seem to be indebted to you twice now," she 
smiled up into his deeply tanned face. 

He smiled back, lowering his eyes to the lowness of her neckline and 
appreciating the view of the half domes that were trying to escape the 
bondage of that tight black mini. 

"Are you from around here?" Shelly turned slightly toward him to present him 
with a full view of her fabulous breasts. 

"I'm working on a job just outside of town. I work on heavy equipment. 
Construction, you know." 

Shelly put her elbow on the bar and leaned closer to him. "How interesting," 
she said and smiled. "That explains the deep tan." 

His eyes were definitely blue, even in the dim light of the cocktail lounge. 
With all that blond hair he looked more like a lifeguard with muscles ready 
to spring into action. 

He turned to face her and also improve his view of the deep valley that 
beckoned from between those two magnificent mounds. His gaze slipped down 
past the narrow waist to the full hips that were barely covered by the mini 
skirt. 

When he asked her to dance it was mainly to see her' climb down off the high 
bar stool ... and it was worth it. She slid one lone slim leg to the floor 
and with this action, her mini skirt clung tight around her firm buttocks 
and hips. The black lace from her panties was exposed against the whiteness 
of her thigh. She hesitated a moment to give him full benefit .of the sight, 
and then brought her other leg down off the bar stool rung to the floor. 
They walked hand in hand to the dance floor, he slightly behind her to 
survey the gentle swaying of her hips as she walked. 

Once on the dance floor, Shelly melted into his arms. He was a fabulous 
dancer. He engulfed her body with his muscular arm so tightly that his hand 
could feel the gentle rising of her breasts on the other side. They swayed 
to the soft music and their bodies were seared together as one. His lips 
brushed her cheek. Her arms entwined behind his neck. His breathing became 
heavy and Shelly could feel his stiff rod poking against her belly. 

"Let's get out of here," he whispered in a hot breath. 

Without a word, Shelly picked up her coat as the big man guided her out the 
door. 

He guided her to his gold Challenger hard top, and she slid into the deep 
bucket seat and was enfolded by it. She noticed the big man smelled good, 
must be Jade East after-shave lotion. 

They sped off into the night, the lights of the city sparkling against the 
black velvet of the night. He's about my age, and really ruggedly handsome. 
This ought to be a piece that will blot out that young buck. 

The car purred along the freeway to the off ramp that housed one of the most 
plush motor hotels in town. "Ever made it on a water bed?" he questioned. 

Shelly motioned in the negative, but the thought was provocative. "One jab 
and you can rock home on the tide," she mused. 

The man made the necessary arrangements and escorted Shelly to a room at the 
far end of a long row of motel rooms. They walked in and he flicked on the 
lights which cast an amber glow on what had to be the biggest water bed 
Shelly had ever seen. It was a King size mass encased in a wooden frame that 
rested on the floor. The covering was a golden brocade spread and upon 
turning the spread back, gold satin sheets gave all the invitation that was 
necessary. 

Shelly sat on the edge of the bed and as she did so, the satin sheets 
rippled from the movement of water underneath. "Bitchin," she whispered. 

The man joined her, causing larger waves because of his weight. He encircled 
Shelly's body with one strong arm and gently pulled her back on the satin 
sheets. So cool and slippery. He leaned over her and took her mouth in a 
gentle moist kiss. "Baby, you're beautiful," he murmured. His hand caressed 
her breasts, lingered on the exposed flesh just above the neckline, and 
moved on down to caress her rounded hips. She felt all warm and comfy and 
encircled his shoulders with her bare silky arms. 

He slid his hand under her back and found the zipper and quite deftly pulled 
it down. He raised on his shoulder and slipped the black mini down to her 
waist. Shelly wiggled and lifted her ass so he could slip the dress 
completely off. Her peaked breasts pushed and strained at the scanty lace 
enclosure and he could see the pink buds spill over the top of her bra. He 
lunged hungrily at her tits and as his hand cupped one full breast, his 
mouth eagerly sucked the whole peak while his tongue made darting motions 
across the erect nipple. As he sucked, Shelly's hips started to sway gently 
side to side to the touch of his other hand. 

His hand worked her panties down over her thighs and as soon as the black 
lace fell to the floor, his full lips released her tit and he began tonguing 
his way down her belly. He nibbled and kissed her soft body that was 
responding with more definite sways of the flanks. He continued to tongue 
his way down to her bush and buried his face in the silky hair, nuzzling 
her. 

Shelly threw her arms up over her head in absolute submission and spread her 
legs so he could claim paradise. His tongue slid into the hot wet slit and 
found her clit. With both hands he spread her labial lips wide to expose her 
cunt in all its glory. His tongue darted over her clit and his teeth gently 
nibbled the protruding bud. 

Shelly felt the tingles begin in her toes, felt them work their way up as he 
sucked and nibbled at her clit. Then just as the tingles burst into the heat 
of passion, his tongue thrust into her eager cunt and she thrust her box 
forward to meet his jabbing tongue and her vaginal muscles went wild with 
contractions and ... AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE.... 

Her juices gushed to bathe his lapping tongue. Her knees closed against his 
head as if to hold him there forever. Her hips leaped up to his face and 
fell. She lay exhausted. 

The man stood up and with the sudden movement, the waves of the bed made 
Shelly woozy. She opened her eyes and her gaze followed the man, partly so 
she could steady her seasick head and partly to .watch him as he began to 
loosen his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off the arms so firm 
with muscles. His chest was covered with curly blond hair that did not 
succeed in covering his hard muscles. He unbuckled his belt and in one 
movement slid pants and shorts to the floor. His pecker rose tall and hard 
as he stood over Shelly. His blond pubic hair was curled tightly and his 
balls were full and well rounded. 

He stood there letting Shelly take in the full view of his naked body. He 
looked like a bronzed god in all his splendor, the amber lights of the room 
illuminating his beautifully developed body. 

Shelly reached her arms to him, palms upward, in a pleading gesture. He bent 
to her, his balls firm between his legs. He lay down beside her, took her in 
his mammoth arms and drew her to him. He kissed her gently as their bodies 
touched and the warmth melted them together. His arms held her close and 
their kisses became more passionate as their lips parted in mutual need and 
Shelly tsngued his teeth and then began jabbing into his warm moist cavity. 
His answer came immediately as he thrust his tongue into her warm, succulent 
mouth, promising more pleasure to come. 

His big hands began caressing her full breasts, resting his fingers 
momentarily on her hard nipples to give a gentle pinch to each erect peak. 
His hands slid down the velvety soft body to fully curved hips. After 
caressing her full buttocks, which by now had begun gently to move to his 
hard body and fall away in rhythmic motions, his hand came to rest on her 
nest. He gently stroked her fur and as the passion of their kisses mounted, 
he slid his hand into her slit, down to her hole and thrust in two fingers. 
He began to work his fingers in and out of her cuntal mouth which was 
already wet in anticipation. His every thrust of fingers was met with her 
response of a forward thrust of hips. 

"Baby, I don't want to finger-bang. Man, I want your dick in me," she 
whispered. 

"In a minute I'll give you the fucking of your life, but first, let's do it 
differently." 

The big man in one wild motion flipped Shelly on her belly and spread-eagled 
her legs. He mounted her from the rear and began to dog it to her. He 
snubbed his huge cock to her rectum and pushed. Gently but rapidly, all the 
while kissing and tonguing the back of her neck and smooth white shoulders. 
He slid both hands around her hips to her pussy and slid fingers from both 
hands into her crack and spread her apart. While he plunged and retracted 
his pecker in and out of her anus, his fingers massaged her clit. 

Her hands clutched at the amber satin sheets and her head twisted from side 
to side, the water bed joggled furiously under the jabs of the big man. 
Shelly's hips moved in torrid jerks, not knowing from where she received the 
most pleasure, the jabs of his cock in the ass or the clit tickling in the 
front. 

The man hunched up on his knees, lifting Shelly's ass high in the air via 
prick and he slid his fingers into her hole and as he thrust his dong in and 
out, he could feel his own movements through the skin that separated her 
cunt from her back hole. This seemed to give him an added thrill and his 
breathing became heavier. His tonguing of her neck and shoulders became 
small bites of her soft flesh. 

Shelly was in her own world of ecstasy as she squirmed passionately under 
his movements. Her hips worked side to side as well as alternating frontward 
to his hand in her cunt and backward, to his pole in her ass. 

"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the ass, oh give it to me, harder, harder!" 
she screamed. 

"I'll give it to you, baby, and here I go ... AAAAHIIEEEE." His last thrust 
sent Shelly soaring into bliss and she exploded into her own cum. 

"AAAAAIIHIIEEEEEE." 

He lay there on top of her, depleted and spent. "Oh, honey, that was tight 
and good," he mumbled into her long black hair. 

"I never had an ass-fucking so good," she said. 

The water bed, too, seemed to be relaxing as the rough water subsided into 
gentle ripples and finally quieted to full rest. 

The man gently pulled his juice-soaked fingers from her cunt. He pulled his 
spent brown-streaked rod out of her rectum and rolled off her onto his back. 
Under the shifting of his weight, the water beneath them surged into motion 
again. 

"This damn water bed is going to rock me to sleep," the man muttered. "The 
evening is young yet, I want to give it to you again, like several times 
more." 

"Go to sleep for a while, we'll wake up and ball some more." Shelly smiled 
and rolled over so her body caressed his and she put her head on his 
shoulder and was encircled by his massive arms. "Good night, Bob." 

"Sonofabitch, lady, my name isn't Bob!" The man reared to a sitting 
position, letting Shelly fall flat on the jiggling sheets. "I give you a 
hell of a good fucking and you're laying there thinking about some other 
bastard. What the hell is with you, you got so many men you can't keep them 
straight? You two-bit slut, thanks for nothing." And with those choice 
words, the big man leaped out of bed, donned his clothes in one hell of a 
hurry, slammed out the door, and left Shelly stunned. 

"What the hell did he think he had, a thirty-eight-year-old virgin?" Shelly 
said aloud. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Shelly's alarm burst forth it's scream at 5:30 A.M. 

"Oh, shit! Already another day!" she moaned as she dragged herself out of 
bed, trod through the thick purple carpeting over to the dresser and snapped 
the alarm clock to silence. The bedroom was chilly to her skin so she 
quickly went down the hall to the warmer living room. Shelly seated her bare 
ass on the smooth softness of her gold velvet couch, snapped on the antiqued 
white lamp and picked up her pack of cigarettes from the glass-topped coffee 
table. 

She poked a filter tip cigarette into her luscious mouth and struck a match. 
The match burst into flame, shooting sparks in every direction, even into 
her pubic hair. "Sonofabitch, a goddamn brush fire!" she shrieked, jumping 
up, slapping at the hot spark that lit on her mound. She sat back down, 
caressing her nest, feeling the pain subside. She dragged on the cigarette, 
French inhaled it while her hand slipped from her pussy down into her 
slippery crack. She sat there enjoying her smoke while she ran her finger 
down her slit. 

"Hmmmmmmmm," she hummed to herself and brought her heels up on the couch and 
spread her legs to enable her to run her finger into her cuntal slit. She 
decided to increase her enjoyment and slid two fingers into her cunt and 
began to gently move them in and out. She could feel herself all warm and 
begin to juice up her fingers. Her fingers slid out of her hole and up to 
her clit, which she ever so softly squeezed and released. A little twinge 
went all through her naked body. She snubbed out her cigarette, deciding to 
give herself the full treatment of a joyful cum. 

While one hand massaged her breast and flicked at her tits, the other hand 
twitted her clit. She was really beginning to turn herself on and in her 
anticipation of cumming, she took the hand from her clit and tasted of the 
juices that came from her cunt. The saliva of her warm mouth mixed with the 
wetness of her cunt had served to further excite her. She took some saliva 
on her fingers back to her clit and added the wetness from her mouth to the 
wetness of her slit. She repeated this routine until she felt herself all 
hot and ready and then she flicked her tits again and eagerly rushed her 
fingers from her clit down her crack and into her cavity and began thrusting 
her fingers in and out. She moved her hips to each thrust and the surge of 
cum burst into her fingers. 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE," she gasped and the jazz ran through her fingers and down 
her crack. She lay her head back to enjoy the full effect of her 
self-imposed orgasm. 

Fully recovered, she picked herself up and went to the kitchen to go through 
the morning ritual of making coffee. While the coffee was perking, she went 
to the bathroom and began to run her bath water. She stepped into the cold 
bath water with the hopes it would revive her to a lively self after her cum 
and then, too, after taking on two men the night before, she was a little 
flaked out. The bath did it and she stepped briskly out of the tub and 
brusquely toweled herself dry. 

She strapped her full melons into a new lace bra, remembering the young 
hands of Bob that had torn her other lace bra to shreds. 

The thought of Bob's young strong hands touching her breasts brought on a 
wave of hotness. No you don't. You are not going to think about that young 
stud. You were a dumb turd to act like you did. Dumb Shit. Today you are 
going to go to work and concentrate on work. Forget that kid. You are a 
stupid ass! If Martha ever found out what you did to her son, even if he was 
ripe and ready, she'd have your skin. Sure, you enjoyed his prick like no 
other prick you've had, and he had been more than willing to stick it to 
you, but he's a sixteen-year-old kid and you are damn near middle aged. 
Stupid. Sonofabitch he was good! That damn dong of his nearly ran up and out 
my mouth. Bet he'd taste good to suck off. Shut up! You are going to work! 
Shelly fought with herself mentally. 

She pulled on white pantyhose over her smooth skin. "No need to wear panties 
under pantyhose," she reasoned and tossed on her lacy slip and fresh 
uniform. 

Returning to the kitchen, she slipped white stockinged feet into white 
nurse's shoes, drank a quick cup of coffee. Nearly 6:35. Better get my ass 
in gear. 

Picking up her clean white sweater, she dashed out the door slamming it to a 
close and scurried to the car. Damn cold, she thought as she donned the 
sweater and switched on the motor. In minutes the car had warmed up and she 
drove at her usual mad pace to the hospital. 

At morning report given by the charge nurse, Shelly had difficulty 
concentrating on which patient had what ailment during the night shift. 

Shelly's thoughts kept going back to Bob and his young hard pole. The man 
she bedded on the aqua bed faintly crossed her mind, but it was Bob who 
occupied her thoughts. Wonder how he'd ever get that penis into my ass for 
an ass-fucking? Probably hurt like hell. Sure would like to feel that hot 
young tongue of his on my clit. Son of a fucking bastard, he turns me on. 

Shelly's ears picked up the R.N.'s last words, "Trays are coming up. Now, 
Mrs. Wooten, if you have any trouble with Mr. Baker, you let me know and 
I'll help you." With a smile the R.N. returned to the nurse's station which 
was her exclusive domain. Morning report was given in the nurse's lounge. 

Shelly Wooten could have kicked herself. What kind of trouble am I supposed 
to have with Mr. Baker? Shit, if I'd have been paying attention I'd have 
known. 

The breakfast trays came on a cart from the kitchen. The nurse's aides took 
the trays to the patients whose names were on the tray; some patients had to 
be fed while others could manage by themselves. By the time the last tray 
was served, it was time to start picking up the first trays which had been 
completely cleared of food. 

"No wonder some of these patients are so heavy. They eat like horses," 
Shelly remarked to one of the other aides. 

After breakfast and all the trays were carted back to the kitchen Shelly 
picked up her assignment sheet at the nurse's station window. She had the 
usual seven patients, all of them men today. She made her initial rounds of 
her seven men and decided they all looked as normal as could be expected. 
They were all men from 50 years to the oldest patient in the hospital, 104. 
They all had a variance of ailments from alcoholism and cancer to just plain 
old age. She especially studied Mr. Baker, wondering what she was supposed 
to do for him that was so special. 

Mr. Baker was a man of 50 and an on-and-off alcoholic. At the present, in 
addition to taking the cure, he had a kidney infection. A kidney infection 
meant a Foley Catheter, "and I'll bet you dollars to dog turds his catheter 
needs changing," Shelly muttered under her breath. 

Shelly pulled back his covers and sure as hell, the bed was wet. The damn 
catheter was leaking. Mentally, Shelly surveyed all she had to do in the 
forthcoming hours and decided to attack Mr. Baker's catheter immediately. 

She hurriedly walked to the utility room and took the catheter carton from 
the top shelf. She stopped to pick up some Normal Saline and a couple of 
emesis basins from farther down the shelves and returned to Mr. Baker's 
room. 

"Always preserve the patient's privacy and dignity." She smiled at Mr. Baker 
as she closed the door and pulled the curtain around his bed. "We wouldn't 
want your neighbor to see what's going on, would we?" 

Now Mr. Baker wasn't all that bad. He was a well-built man about 5'10", 165 
pounds, beautiful blue eyes and dark hair that was graying at the temples. 

"I'll bet you were a real heartbreaker before you came in here," Shelly 
winked. 

"Oh I don't intend to stay, Mrs. Wooten, and when I get out I'll break a few 
more," he winked back. 

"I'll bet you will," Shelly remarked. 

Shelly was all business now, as the insertion of a catheter must be a 
sterile insertion. She pulled back Mr. Baker's covers and lifted his 
hospital gown to expose his genitals. The penis lay limp on his balls 
between his legs. 

"Please spread your legs, Mr. Baker," Shelly ordered. 

Mr. Baker was quick to obey. Shelly opened the kit and took out the plastic 
coated napkin with a hole in it that encircled the penis. She then put one 
emesis basin under the side connection of the catheter tubing and cut the 
tubing. The teaspoon of water that held the catheter in the penis dripped 
out, enabling Shelly to gently pull the tubing out of Mr. Baker's penis. 

Efficiently, Shelly swabbed off Mr. Baker's sex organ and lay the new tubing 
still on it's sterile cardboard holder, on the napkin that encompassed his 
penis and balls. She expertly squeezed the lubricant the length of the new 
tubing when she felt Mr. Baker's hand feel up her leg, up under the white 
uniform until it came to rest in her crotch. 

"Mr. Baker, stop that, you know I just put on the sterile gloves and can't 
bodily move your hand without messing up this whole catheter kit," Shelly 
was a little perturbed. 

"I just want a feel," he said. "Who knows, you might like it." 

Now Mr. Baker's hand was feeling the warm pussy that was housed in Shelly's 
white pantyhose. 

"Mr. Baker, please, I have work to do." 

"I'd like to work on you. Now that damn tubing is gone, are you going to 
deprive me of a few minutes pleasure? I'm a sick man, you know, and you are 
an angel of mercy. Are you going to be mean about it?" Mr. Baker was almost 
begging. 

Shelly thought a minute and figured it wouldn't hurt to let him have a short 
feel. Mr. Baker had no intention of making it a short feel and he slid his 
hand between Shelly's thighs. Her cunt was warm to his touch and just what 
he needed to urge him on. He pushed his hand up into her crack and the 
pantyhose split the whole crotch out. 

"Don't any of you nurse's wear undies?" Mr. Baker queried. 

He was pleasantly surprised to feel his hand in direct contact with the 
seething hotness of a damp slit. Shelly permitted him to feel her hair and 
slide his finger in her hole and back his finger went to her asshole. He 
took his finger and shoved it into her asshole and began wiggling it around. 
Shelly was standing by his bedside and spread her legs as far as was 
possible in her uniform. She had thought of giving Mr. Baker his charge for 
the day and found she was enjoying it as much as he was. She looked down at 
Mr. Baker's dong and it had risen to the occasion and he definitely had a 
hard-on. 

"How in the hell am I going to insert a catheter into that?" she asked. 

"You're the nurse," he murmured, fully concentrating on his wiggling finger 
in her asshole. His finger slid out of her anus and worked its way back to 
her vagina. He began pumping his fingers in and out and her juices began to 
flow. She was wet and hot to his fingers. She just stood there, sterile 
hands gloved, and looked down at his purplish pulsating organ and could not 
hold back any longer. She bent to his crotch and began to kiss the curling 
hair that was his pathway to heaven. She nibbled at his balls and tongued 
her way to the tip of his dick. She kissed his throbbing pole and stuck the 
tip of her tongue into the opening of his prick. She kissed and nibbled the 
very tip of his organ and then as he gave a thrust of his fingers into her 
cunt, her beautiful mouth slid down to take in as much of his rigid flesh as 
she could. She began sucking wildly, almost like an animal. 

Mr. Baker had some of his fingers working her channel and he thumbed her 
clit. Her hips swung forward to hit the side of the bed, while he continued 
to finger-bang her from the rear. She sucked and tongued his dick until.... 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE," he moaned and one last thrust of his hand into her cunt 
sent her reeling." 

"A AAAIIIIIEEEEE," she whispered and slammed her hips against the bed. 

She lay there bent over the bed with his hand still in her hole and her face 
in his crotch. 

"Let me lick you off," now it was Shelly begging his permission. 

"Only if I can lick you off, baby," and he swung around until his head was 
hanging over the side of the bed. 

She straddled his head with her thighs, her feet planted wide apart on the 
floor and baent to his wet prick. She began slurping and licking his shaft 
and trying to sucj more juice out of that spent pole. 

His head was up under her uniform and his tongue searched for her slit 
cradled in all that long silky pubic hair. His tongue slipped easily into 
her crack all runny with cum and he began lapping and nibbling her clit. His 
tongue left her clit and moved to her hole and he thrust it in as though 
trying to crawl inside her. She felt his hot breath inside her and she 
breathed a little heavier and sucked his rubbery dick harder. 

They were hooked up in this 69er position until he slid his tongue to her 
asshole and forced it in the tight opening. She could take no more of this 
tongue-fucking and she went off in shot after shot of juice all over his 
chin and down his neck. 

AAAAIIIIEEEEEE.... 

They were both spent. But Shelly could not afford the luxury of leaving her 
face in his crotch any longer. It was only luck the R.N. hadn't come to 
check on her progress anyway. 

She moved away from Mr. Baker's penis and took her thighs from the sides of 
his head. She shook her head as to clear her thinking as Mr. Baker 
straightened himself on the bed. 

With that spent peter, Shelly deftly slid the catheter tubing into his 
relaxed muscle, took the syringe and inflated the ball that was in his 
bladder and completed the insertion of Mr. Baker's catheter. 

Shelly Wooten cleared and discarded all the used materials, opened the 
curtains and prepared to leave. 

The door opened and in stepped the R.N. and quizzed, "Are you finished 
already?" 

"No trouble," Shelly muttered and left to check her work sheet for further 
duties. 

Upon checking the work sheet, Shelly had to give Mr. Baker's roommate an 
enema. Her heart just wasn't in it but she began filling the enema bucket 
with soap suds and water that was exactly 105 degrees. One thing for 
certain, Shelly was a good nurse's aide and she was very careful not to do 
anything that would in any way be detrimental to the patient. The enema 
water was always a perfect 105 degrees. 

She marched herself back into Mr. Baker's room and he smiled and asked, 
"Back for more?" 

"No, man, I have work to do. Your buddy here gets an enema." 

From the other bed came a beller, "You ain't gonna give me no damn enema, 
sister." 

"Now, now, dear, it's to make you feel better." 

"I feel fine now and I shit all night. Those dumb night girls said they'd 
mark it down. I don't need no fuckin' enema," the old man stormed. 

Shelly put the enema bucket on the night stand, slipped on a disposable 
glove and pleaded, "Let me check your rectum and see if you need an enema or 
not. If not, I'll take my bucket and leave." 

The old man was raging and clenching his fists. He was in his 70's and 
although he was small, when he became angry, he was a tyrant. Shelly 
surveyed the situation, debating whether she should restrain him during the 
enema procedure or get the help of another aide to hold his hands so he 
couldn't belt her. While she debated the situation, the old man growled, 
"You gimmy what you gave him (nodding to Mr. Baker) and you can check me out 
for piled up shit." 

"Whatever do you mean?" Shelly asked. 

"I want to feel your ass and pinch your tits, sister. While I do that you 
can run your whole arm up my ass," and the old fart giggled. 

Shelly pulled the curtain around the old fart's bed and took down his bed 
clothes. He lay there grinning at her hungrily. 

Roll over on your left side, please, and bend your knees up." 

The old fart did so. 

Shelly faced him and bent over his hips and spread his buttocks apart. As 
she ran one experienced finger into his rectum to examine the old fart for 
impaction, his hand went up under her uniform and a finger penetrated her 
ass. 

"You are not impacted," Shelly stated. All she could feel was the soggy warm 
flesh so she withdrew her finger. She looked down at the old man who was 
nearly frothing at the mouth and giggling his head off at the feel of a 
young asshole. Get your kicks while you can, fella, you haven't got much 
longer, she thought, as she knew he had a month at the most to enjoy here on 
earth. 

Shelly let the old fart feel her cunt, thrust his hands into her and feel 
her pussy. She felt pure pity for this old man for she knew this would be 
the last time he felt anyone up. She pulled away from his anxious hand, bent 
and kissed him on the cheek and left the room with a smile. 

During the day as she went about her duties, she couldn't help but compare 
the old man's withered and spent dick to the young prick of Bob's. It is 
hard to imagine that some day Bob will be in that old man's condition. Never 
happen, she meditated, when Bob is one hundred years old, he'll be able to 
give anyone a man-size fucking that they won't forget long after he's gone. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The holidays approached and were upon Shelly before she realized it. She was 
in the midst of preparations for her holiday party when Bob burst in the 
door. 

"Hi, chick," he beamed. 

Shelly nodded and continued preparing the various spreads for her guests. 

"How come I wasn't invited to your shin-dig tonight?" he quizzed. 

"The party is for the people I work with. It's just a get-together between 
Christmas and New Years. No husbands and no wives are invited. Mates tend to 
inhibit. I can't have the party on the holiday because people are with their 
families. This is just a little gathering of my co-workers ... And besides, 
you're too young. We're going to drink," she smiled. 

"I may be too young to drink, baby, but I'm not too young for playing 
games." He winked. He put his hands on Shelly's hips and began to nuzzle the 
back of her neck. 

"Knock it off! I'm busy. Don't start anything again! I made a mistake and 
took you on once, but that's all, buster!" Shelly snapped. 

Bob stopped short. "You made the mistake of taking me on? Listen, chick, you 
loved every minute of it. It was no mistake, lady. It was good! Damn good, 
and you know it! I gave you one fine screw." 

Bob's hands caressed her hips, moved up to her waist and came to rest on her 
breasts. He gently pinched her tits. 

"I meant the mistake was taking on a man young enough to be my child." 

"You're child is hungry," he mocked and bent to bite her nipples. 

Oh, no. Not this time. I won't let this get out of hand! No more screwing 
around with him! 

Shelly whirled around and promptly dumped the whole bowl of dip on his head! 
"Now go home!" she screamed. 

"Fuck you!" and out he stomped. 

The first guests arrived sharply at nine. Before the first drinks were 
distributed, the remainder of the guests had arrived. It was a large 
gathering for her to compress within the walls of her duplex. 

As the evening progressed, the party became more boistrous. The talk was of 
mutual concern for all the people seemed bent on discussing work at the 
hospital. 

"Hey, what about old Mr. Johnson wanting Katie to jump in the bathtub with 
him while she washed his balls?" one shouted. 

A pier of laughter broke out as everyone eyed Katie, one of the aides, who 
was blushing. 

"Did you hear about Sadie? She's forgotten about looking for Herbert now 
that Bruce is around. Hey, Bruce, what do you do for Sadie?" The crowd 
roared. 

Shelly remembered Sadie from the very first day she was at the hospital. 
Sadie was the patient she nearly fell over when she applied for the job. 
Shelly had a special feeling for Sadie. Sadie had run a speak-easy when she 
was younger. She was a lovable old soul. Bruce was an orderly and had helped 
Shelly lift old Sadie into the bathtub. Old Sadie liked the feel of Bruce's 
hands on her body and now old Sadie pursued Bruce up and down the halls. 

No one was feeling any pain by now and the party games began. Shelly 
suggested playing "Under the sheet." 

Since Bruce, the orderly, didn't know how to play this game, he was first in 
line to play it. Shelly sat Bruce on a chair in the middle of the room and 
covered him with a sheet. The others that knew how to play the game crowded 
around. The people that didn't know how to play the game were confined to 
the bedroom. 

"Now, Bruce, you have something on that I want. As you name articles of 
clothing wrongly, you have to take them off!" Shelly explained. 

Hoots and ohhhhs and ahhhhs rippled through the group. 

"Shoes?" Bruce questioned. 

"Take them off!" 

"Socks?" 

"Off, off." 

"My tie?" 

"Take it off!" 

"Belt?" 

"Take it off, baby." 

"My shirt?" 

"Take it off, take it off, take it off!" 

Bruce wiggled free of his shirt. He hesitated. "Gees, guys, this could get 
wild." 

"We hope so!" a voice shouted. 

"How about my pants?" Bruce asked almost in a whisper. 

"I don't want your pants, fella, take them off," Shelly giggled. 

"I know what she wants, Bruce. You gonna give it to her?" 

The group roared with a knowing laughter. The drinks continued to pour. 

"All I got left are my shorts, Shelly, you don't want them, do you?" Bruce 
asked. 

"No, man, take them off!" Shelly shrieked. 

Bruce snaked out of his shorts. 

"This game is crooked. What the hell do you want, Shelly?" 

"The sheet!" she screamed and jerked it off him wildly. 

The crowd whooped and hollered at the joke played on the naked orderly. 
There he sat. Naked as a jay! Not to be outdone, Bruce jumped up and began 
to do a wild dance to the joy of the crowd. He swayed his hips sideways and 
his dong flipped side to side. His balls rolled and hit thigh to thigh. With 
every sway of the hips, his dick stiffened more. The crowd clapped in 
rhythm. Bruce's pole was high and hard. Now his hips made jabbing motions in 
the air and his prick searched for a hole. 

"I'll get you, you little wench," and Bruce and his stiff rod lit out in a 
chase after Shelly. 

She fled through the crowd with Bruce in hot pursuit. He cornered her up 
against the refrigerator. 

Shelly was breathless. Bruce stood in front of her, blocking escape. The 
group waited in anticipation. Bruce smiled wickedly. "You know I ought to 
screw you." he hesitated. 

Shelly stared. 

"I'll let you off, this time. Just kiss my prick and you can go," he 
smirked. "Kiss it, Shelly. Suck it!" 

"Tongue it, Shelly." 

"Bite it, baby." 

"Eat it!" 

"Suck his cum!" 

"Kiss it!" 

The crowd jeered and clapped and closed in. 

Bruce pushed her head down to his genitals. 

Shelly gave his penis a quick peck on the tip. 

"Oh, no, baby. Not a peck. I said a kiss. I mean a French kiss. That's 
suckin', baby!" Bruce teased. 

Down on her knees Shelly went. She encased his balls with her hands and put 
her lips to his pecker. She opened her mouth and began to tongue the end of 
his pole. 

"Put it in, put it in!" from the group. 

She slid his dick into her warm mouth and began to suck. Bruce's hips jabbed 
gently at her warm cavity. She rotated his balls in her hands and tongued 
his prick. 

Bruce jabbed. Shelly sucked. He jabbed. She sucked. Faster and faster he 
pumped it to her. She sucked faster and harder as if to eat all of him, even 
his balls. 

"Oh, baby, that's good, good, good!" One last jab of his throbbing shaft and 
zowieeeee. 

AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE! 

Shot after shot of hot jazz blazed its way into her mouth and down her 
throat! She swallowed his cum and sucked for more. She drained his peter. 
When she released him, his pecker hung loose. 

The crowd applauded and whistled and shrieked. 

With the announcement of the next game, all the nurses quickly shed their 
panties. The orderlies and male attendants lay on the floor, head to foot in 
one long line. Each man was equipped with a flashlight. All the nurses lined 
up at the foot of the line of men when the lights went out. Now the men 
flicked on their flashlights. One by one, the pantsless girls straddled the 
line of men and moved up the line. The first nurse straddled the first man's 
shoulders and he shined his flashlight up to her crack. He could see the 
fullness of her thighs, and between the thighs, he saw her crack, surrounded 
by black silky hair. He stared at her slit and announced, "This one must be 
Shelly." 

The first girl, tentatively identified as Shelly moved up to the second 
man's flashlight. Straddling his stream of light, she waited for his guess 
of her identity. 

"Spread it a little, honey. I identify by the hole itself." Shelly hiked up 
her skirt, took her fingers and spread her labial lips to reveal her hole. 

"This ain't Shelly. It's got to be Katie." 

The girl moved up to the third beam of light. The other girls were following 
in line so each man was shining his flashlight into someone's hole. 

The third man couldn't even guess who the girl was until he stuck his 
fingers into her cunt. His fingers came back all juiced up. He tasted of the 
juice on his fingers and decided the girl was Shelly. 

Approaching the fourth beam of light, Shelly spread her slit for this man. 

"I want to taste, baby. Get down here!" 

Shelly knelt, straddling his face. He took his tongue and stuck it in her 
crack. He slid his tongue to her clit. He tongued her clit and began to 
nibble. He sucked her clit. Shelly was hot! "Move on, Baby, I don't know who 
you are, but you taste good!" 

On to the next man. This man felt her ass. His light was focused on her 
asshole. "Maybe I can tell, I'll have to see how tight you are in the ass!" 
He stuck his finger in her asshole and began to finger-bang her. Shelly's 
legs began to quiver. She was beginning to perspire. The man unhooked from 
her asshole and stated, "It's gotta be Shelly." 

On to the next flashlight. As she stood straddling his shoulders, she felt 
fingers up her cunt. He was thumbing her clit. Shelly's breath was short. 
She was hot! This man was holding his flashlight in his mouth because he had 
fingers in her asshole, fingers in her cunt, and he was thumbing her clit. 
He was wiggling all of them. Shelly could feel her juices run. She shivered. 
She quivered. She had to have this man! 

"Game called. Everybody screws!" Shelly screamed. 

Shelly sank to the floor and the man climbed on. He must have removed his 
pants before. He rammed her hole hard. She clutched at his hair. 

He violently ripped her halter-top off and bit her nipples. He was as hot as 
she! He rammed with his pole! In and out, in and out. Faster and faster. He 
bit her tits! He sucked her tits. Shelly rammed her crotch to his pulsating 
shaft. She breathed hotly into his ear. "Cum, baby, cum. I'm ready!" 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" They hollered in unison. 

He lay there on top of her. She was satisfied. Quietly they listened to the 
sounds around them. 

The sounds were sounds of mass fucking! "Give it to me, harder!" 

"Feel that, baby? You are getting screwed, screwed, screwed!" 

"Suck off the cum!" 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" 

"Fuck me in the ass!" 

"Hey, chick, bite my balls again, that was far-out!" 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" 

"Anyone for a beer?" came a voice from the kitchen. 

The lights went on and the floor was a mass of bodies. Groans of protest 
came at the intrusion of light. 

Katie and Bruce were in the corner. Katie was lapping at his prick. She 
sucked up the last of his jazz. She sat up next to him. She was naked. She 
was shimmering in sweat. Her gigantic boobs glistened in the light. "Change 
partner time?" she whined. 

Shelly headed for the bathroom. All that booze wanted out. Opening the 
bathroom door, she was confronted by a couple. The nurse was nude and 
sitting on the toilet. Her legs were spread. The man in front of her was 
kneeling. His dong was pointing at her crack. 

"Ever had hot piss on your clit, Shelly?" The nurse asked. 

Shelly shook her head. 

"If he can ever let go of his pee, I'll share with you," she giggled. 
"Hardest thing a man can do is to piss after he's just cum." 

Other people in a hurry to take a leak joined Shelly at the bathroom door. 
The guy was making a valiant attempt to piss on the nurse. 

"Relax, fella. You can do it," the nurse whispered. 

The piss started to spray out of his penis. He aimed his pecker so the hot 
fluid hit her clit and ran down her crack. 

"Ooooooh, that's nice," she purred. "Save some pee for Shelly." 

The man pinched off his spittle. The nurse climbed dripping off the toilet. 
Shelly, naked as the nurse before her, sat on the toilet. 

"Spread, honey. It feels good shot in the crack." 

Shelly spread her labial lips with her fingers, exposing her clit. The man 
moved in close. His pecker aimed at her slit. He let go with the piss. 

The hot juice hit her clit and ran down her slit. She was surprised 
pleasantly at the feel. It was beautiful! The spray was hot. She was really 
enjoying the feeling of hot pee when his penis ran out of it. 

"That's it for now," he shrugged. 

The group left the bathroom and followed the sounds that came from the 
bedroom. They stood agasp surveying the scene. 

On the bed lay Fred. He was completely naked. His legs were spread-eagled 
and dangling from the hips over the foot of the bed. Between his legs, his 
prick stood tall and thick. It was a beautiful prick. His balls hung loosely 
over the edge of the bed. 

Shelly, seeing that thick stump with no one on it, volunteered. "You want a 
piece of tail, Fred?" 

Fred didn't hear. He was hot! He lay on the bed alone. His rigid flesh 
throbbed. The purplish head of his dong looked ready to burst! His hips 
moved forward and back, forward and back. His eyes were closed. His head 
swayed. His dong stood erect! 

Shelly looked questioningly at some of the men. 

"Just watch," Bruce whispered. Fred was moaning. He needed a hole. A guy 
appeared from the kitchen loaded with oranges. 

Everyone watched. 

The guy stood six feet from the foot of the bed. He stared at Fred's 
gigantic prick. The guy took one orange and tossed it at Fred's sex organ. 
The orange hit to the right of the prick. 

The guy took the second orange and tossed it. The orange hit too high on the 
belly. 

The guy took another orange and tossed it. It hit Fred's prick head on. 
Nothing happened. Still Fred moaned. His hips thrust his pole into the air. 

The guy moved in two feet. He took another orange and tossed it. The orange 
again hit Fred's throbbing shaft. Fred stabbed his pole into the air. His 
moans continued. 

The guy took another orange and tossed it carefully. The orange landed 
forcefully on Fred's testicles. Fred let out a scream of pain ... and 
pleasure...."AAAAAIIIIIIIII...." The cum shot out his penis in spurts. Fred 
grabbed his balls and squeezed. The jazz spurts ceased and his belly was a 
wet pool of cum. 

"What in the hell was that?" Shelly whispered to Bruce. 

"Fred can't cum unless pain accompanies his orgasm," Bruce explained. 

"Bet me I can make him cum. I can lick him off and give him pleasure without 
pain," she argued. 

"You're on," Bruce wagered. "I'll get to him sometime when he's horny. You 
just wait." 

It was five in the morning when the last of the guests had left. Shelly fell 
into bed completely pooped. She closed her eyes to sleep and all she could 
see was Bob's smiling face. She opened her eyes. Bob wasn't there. She 
closed her eyes and saw Bob. His smile was telling her something. 

"Hey, chick, you can have all the sex you want. You'll come back to me. You 
are hung up on me. You say I'm too young. I'm the best stud you've ever had. 
You will never find a better prick than I've got. Man, you want me. You want 
me. You want me. You want me." Bob's face faded into Shelly's sleep. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

During the months that followed, Shelly threw herself fervently into her 
work at the hospital. She would not even permit Bob into her home. Daily he 
knocked at her door only to be turned away. What used to be a lovely 
friendship was now a daily frustration to Shelly. 

She eagerly awaited his knock at the door. She relived the time he gave her 
such a good screwing. His prick had felt so good deep inside her. 

Then when he knocked at the door, Shelly cooled him at the door. 

Her frustrations rose daily. In all her years, she had never been fucked 
like Bob had fucked her. She wanted that dong again. If only she could find 
a man her own age that turned her on the way Bob had. No, she would not ball 
with Bob again! He was a kid! There was no future with a fellow that young. 
Future or not, she argued with herself, he was a damn fine stud! 

Bob's seventeenth birthday was approaching. Shelly knew she had to make 
plans for that day. Every other year Bob's parents invited her to their 
house for ice cream and cake to celebrate. Shelly could not go this year. 
She could not sit there and ignore the passions that would rise in her. She 
could not look at Bob's young muscular body without animal waves of heat 
flowing through her. No, she could not be with Bob at all. 

The night of Bob's birthday, Shelly fled her home before party time. She 
went to the singles bar. Her heart wasn't in sipping her vodka collins. Her 
mind was on her young stud. God, what a fantastic body! 

"Would you care to dance?" Shelly's thoughts were interrupted by a handsome 
man. He was distinguished looking with his hair fringed with silver. He wore 
an expensive suit and had the mannerisms of the well educated. 

Shelly rose to him. Her looks pleased him. Her hair was done high on her 
head. The black hot pants suit fit her like a second skin. Her gold boots 
emphasized the shapliness of her legs. 

The suave gentleman put his hand on Shelly's back and guided her onto the 
dance floor. His steps were marked precision. Shelly followed his lead 
perfectly. 

When the dance finished, he joined her for a drink. 

"You aren't really here, are you?" he quizzed. "Oh I'm sorry," she 
apologized. "I was thinking of a problem I have." 

"Could I help? I am an attorney here in town." He handed her his card. John 
Mason, attorney-at-law, the card read. 

"No, thank you," she said and smiled. "This isn't a legal matter." 

Shelly noticed John Mason's hands when he lifted a drink to his mouth. Must 
be real diamonds in that ring. 

He signaled for more drinks. "Perhaps you are in financial difficulty?" 

"Isn't everyone?" She giggled now. 

"Pardon me, but I do not mean to pry, it's just that if I could help in any 
way?" 

"You mean you'd give me money? You don't even know my name! Maybe I am a 
poor credit risk." 

"My dear, money means nothing to me." He put his hand over hers. 

His hand was warm and caressing. He must be twenty-years older than I am. 
Maybe he wants to be a true friend-never hurts to have a lawyer for a 
friend, I might need him sometime. 

Mr. Mason motioned for more drinks. 

"Shall we try another dance?" 

Shelly nodded. On the dance floor, he held her close. His arms were 
protective. Maybe he's the kind of man I need. Good looking, a professional 
man, money, security, and very affectionate. I need a good man to settle 
down with. I wouldn't need to feel guilty balling this guy. I sure wouldn't 
be robbing the cradle. 

Back at the table, over more drinks, Shelly told Mr. Mason her name and 
where she worked. He smiled warmly at her every word. He encircled her 
shoulders with his well clothed arm and toasted her beauty with a fresh 
drink. 

This guy is really it! A true gentleman! Or am I impressed by the fact he is 
obviously very well to do? No, he is really a nice guy! Shelly snuggled her 
curvaceous body to his well developed chest. 

Mr. Mason gently tilted her chin upward and kissed her tenderly on the 
mouth. "I mean it when I said you are beautiful," he smiled as his eyes 
dropped to rest on her bosoms. 

Shelly's head was beginning to reel. She put her hand to her forehead. 

"Are you all right?" he whispered into her ear. 

"A little too much to drink, I guess." 

"We'll have one more if you like, and then perhaps you'd care to join me for 
breakfast?" He patted her knee. Her honeyed skin was soft to his touch. 

"Only one more." 

Shelly really enjoyed John's attention. He was a fantastic dancer. The 
liquor flowed without ceasing. His pats and gentle kisses were genuine 
affection, not the mad pawing she usually received. 

In John's Porsche, he suggested several places for breakfast. They agreed to 
the Purple Bull and John sped them off. The Purple Bull was the place the 
most elegant people frequented. It was plush from the red carpet entry to 
the black leather booths. Their table was lighted by a huge candle of red 
encased in a gold holder. 

The waitress took their orders for steak and eggs and left them. John took 
Shelly's hands in his. "I need someone like you," he whispered. 

She was dizzy from the grandeur of the evening. His hands were possessive 
and protective. 

"Shelly, I like everything about you. Maybe in time, we could make a go of 
it. I would be very good to you. You could quit working. You could have 
anything you want. I have a beautiful home. If you like it, fine, if not, I 
will get you anything you want. We can travel, if you like. We can go any 
place you want," he bent to nibble on her neck. 

Over their steaks, John gazed into her eyes. She had soft brown eyes, 
fringed with thick curling lashes. Her skin was satin. Her lips were full 
and inviting. His gaze went down the curve of her neck to the fullness of 
her breasts. His eyes lingered on her melons and then traced down her 
rounded hips to the honey of her thighs. "Beautiful, beautiful," he 
murmured. 

John signaled for another drink for himself. Shelly had refused the past 
several as she was reeling from the booze as well as all the attention. Just 
like Cinderella. This guy has everything. 

John took her hand and lifted it to his lips. He gently kissed each finger. 
He caressed her palm with his cheek. 

Shelly felt all warm and glowing. This man's touch really turned her on. 

They drove away from the restaurant into the moonlit night. She put her head 
on his shoulder and he laid his hand on her thigh. Shelly tingled to his 
touch. 

John drove his Porsche to the most elegant motel in town. Driving directly 
to his suite of rooms he explained, "I own this place and have my rooms here 
for when I want to get away from the hum-drum of home." 

"Are you married?" 

"No. At home I get all kinds of phone calls and problems from the office. 
Then the servants interrupt at times. Here I can truly relax." 

John flicked on the lights in his home away from home. In the center of the 
room was a massive round bed suspended from the ceiling. It was covered by a 
black fur spread. The carpeting was thick white shag. On the far wall was a 
white stone fireplace flanked by huge black fur chairs. The mirrored walls 
were covered with heavy white drapes. To the left was a gigantic black bar 
with black bar stools. The seats of the bar stools were red fur. There were 
several red fur pillows placed casually around the room. 

The ceiling was one big mirror. Hanging suspended from the ceiling was a 
large white television set. There was no phone in the room. 

Complete luxury and relaxation would describe John's room. 

John mixed himself a drink while Shelly excused herself to go to the 
bathroom. The bathroom was a picture done in red fur. Every wall of the room 
was mirrored. The tub was sunken and of white marble. Shelly was almost 
afraid to take a piss in the white marbled toilet. She did. The sinks were 
white marbled with gold faucets. She walked back through the red fur carpet 
to the bedroom. 

"Like it?" John asked opening his arms to her. 

"It is beautiful!" she exclaimed. 

John gulped his drink and fixed another. "Anything you want?" 

She sat on the edge of the bed. "Not a thing!" 

She lay back on the soft fur and waved her arms against the cool softness of 
black. John came and stood over her. 

"It can all be yours. This place, my home, cars, servants, whatever you 
want." 

John flipped a few switches on the master control center at the head of the 
bed. The lights dimmed. Soft music filled the room. John lay down beside 
Shelly and took her in his arms. He kissed her passionately. He nibbled her 
lips. He tongued her cheeks. He nuzzled her neck. His hands caressed her 
breasts. 

Shelly felt a glow of warmth envelope her body. She began to remove John's 
suit jacket. He took his tie off, followed by the removal of his shirt. 

She watched his movements reflected in the wall mirrors. He rolled Shelly 
over and unzipped the one long opening of her black hot pants suit. He 
unsnapped her bra and flipped her back over to expose jutting tits. He 
moaned and cupped her domes in his hands and buried his face in her breasts. 
He tongued her nipples. He nibbled her tits. 

"Take off your pants," she begged. 

"I want to make you happy first," he breathed tonguing her ear, "I want you 
to come first. I want to feel your cunt." His warm hand slid down her belly 
and found her crack. He pinched her clit and fingered it gently. His fingers 
moved into her hole and jabbed her. 

Her juices began to flow. He stuck his thumb into her asshole and wiggled 
around the softness of her anus. 

Shelly's hips pressed to his hand. Her crotch lifted and fell to every punch 
of his fingers. His lips encircled her nipples. He moved his tonguing down 
her belly to her pussy. He nuzzled his face in her mound. His tongue slipped 
into her slit and he sucked her hole. She felt his hot breath deep inside 
her. This thumb was jabbing her asshole. 

He watched the ceiling mirror as she reached for his pants and undid them. 
Anxiously she tugged them down. Her eager hands reached for his dick! 

God! It's limp! He came in his pants and not in me! 

John sucked and slurped her cunt. He thrust his tongue in her! She pushed 
her crotch into his face. She pulled his dong. The fire burst in her and she 
spewed cum into his mouth.... 

AAAAAEEEEEEEIIIII! 

He licked her crack free of all her juices. He moved up to her silky hair 
and breathed heavily. "Shelly, make it hard for me." He was begging. 

Shelly was a bit confused as she lay spent. His prick was soft. It wasn't 
wet! He hadn't even had a hard-on! 

"Make it hard for me, honey. Try! Try! Suck me! Make it hard," he begged. 

Shelly took his balls in her hands. She bent her mouth to his genitals. She 
kissed the tip of the rubbery dick. She tongued his penis. She opened her 
mouth to take his dick. She sucked and tongued. Harder she pulled his prick 
into her mouth. He lay motionless. There was no erection! 

"Make it hard, baby, make it hard!" 

Shelly squeezed his balls. She sucked him into her mouth as far as she 
could. She threw her leg across his top and thrust her crotch into his face. 
He tongued her crack. She sucked his cock. 

Nothing! 

She whirled around and faced him. She straddled his chest and slid her 
juicing cunt down his chest. Slowly ... slowly ... slowly ... her hole came 
closer to his pole. She kissed him wetly and fervently. His hands carressed 
her hips. Slowly ... slowly ... now she could feel his hair in her crack. 
She slid her cunt to where his prick was snubbed to it. She pushed down. It 
wouldn't go in! 

"Sonofabitch," she moaned. 

Shelly's fingers moved to his dick and she tried to push the rubbery flesh 
in her. Her vaginal muscles pulled on his cock. Her fingers were all juicy. 
She pushed and prodded his soft pole into her tunnel. Her hole begged him to 
jab her. 

NOTHING! 

She sat up straddled on his belly. 

"Hey, man, don't I turn you on?" 

He looked at her peaked breasts. His hands caressed her hips. Tears came to 
his eyes. "I can't fuck." 

"What's with you?" she asked. 

"I plain can't get a hard-on. I thought with you I could." 

"You offer me all your human possessions. You offer me love. You offer me 
money. You have everything ... except you can't screw!" 

"Maybe in time, if you help me, I can fuck you," he sobbed. 

"I wish I could help you. You are suck a nice guy," she bent to kiss him 
gently on the lips. 

"Will you help me?" he begged amidst tears. 

"I can't, John." 

"I'll give you anything, only help me." 

"John, do you drink every day like you drank tonight?" 

John Mason nodded. 

"That's your problem, isn't it?" 

"I can't quit drinking. I've tried. My work, the pressures, I come here to 
drink and relax. So I drink too much," he sighed. 

"You are an alcoholic?" she asked. 

He nodded. 

Shelly moved to the edge of the bed. 

Shelly walked into her home and slumped on the couch. Happy Birthday, Bob. 
Hope you had a better celebration than I did. If only you and I had been in 
bed tonight. God, what a let-down I got from John! I wouldn't have been let 
down if I'd have had you, Bob. That prick of yours is fantastic. Bob you are 
a real stud! Oh, Baby, why are you so young? I wanted a fuck so bad tonight! 
I want a good screwing like you. Oh, no. I gotta quit thinking about you, 
Bob. That one time was all wrong! I can't have you! This damn society! It's 
all right for an older man to have a young chick. Sure, that's O.K., but for 
an older woman to screw a young stud, she's awful. Oh, Bob, you were so 
good, with that hard cock. 

Shelly unzipped her pants suit and stepped out of it. She tossed her bra and 
panties to the floor. Naked, she caressed her jutting breasts capped by 
nipples all rigid. Her hands slid down her narrow waist and came to rest on 
her rounded hips. I will have a fuck tonight. Looks like it's finger banging 
time again! Oh Shit! That's not what I want! I want to feel a shaft in me! 

Nude, she walked out to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took 
out a large cucumber. That's about Bob's size! This ought to do for tonight! 

Shelly straddled a kitchen chair. She took the cucumber and slid it into her 
crack. It was cold to her cunt. Taking the cucumber, she slid it back and 
forth in her slit. Her juices began to run. The cucumber was difficult to 
control covered with wetness. She ran it over her clit, side to side, up and 
down. She was beginning to feel all tingly. She raised her buttocks off the 
chair. She put the butt end of the cucumber on the chair seat. The cucumber 
pointed up to her eager hole. Snubbing the vegetable to her tunnel, she 
began to sit down on it. Goddamn! Not enough juice on it! Can't get it in! 

She hurried, tits swinging, to the bathroom for a jar of Vaseline. When she 
returned, she greased the cucumber. Resuming her position on the chair, she 
held the cucumber to her hole. Gently, she lowered herself on it. When the 
thing was half way in her, she stood up. She pushed with her vaginal muscles 
and the cucumber gently slid out. Can't afford to get it stuck in there! 
Again she positioned herself above the cucumber. Slowly she sat. It was 
hard! It was good! Damn near as good as Bob! Down, down she went. Now the 
cucumber was three-fourths in. Shelly began to twitter her clit. Her hips 
began to sway. Her nipples were erect! 

Her clit begged for more. Down, down on the cucumber! She sat flat on the 
chair with the cucumber deep inside her. She tried to contract her vaginal 
muscles. The cucumber had her so stretched she couldn't. It felt so good! 
Her fingers massaged her clit faster. Heat surged through her body. She 
wiggled her ass all over the chair! The tingling started! Faster she 
wiggled! Faster she fingered her clit....AAAAEEEEEIIIII! 

Her juices flooded the cucumber. Draping her breasts over the back of the 
chair, she gasped for breath. 

She dragged her body to bed. She lay there, the cucumber still deep inside 
her. Not as good as you, Bob. A cucumber is great, but it can't hold me in 
its arms. Sonofabitch, you ruined me, you young stud! I will not take you 
again, but I'll remember you always! As much as I want you, I'll never fuck 
you again. She closed her eyes to sleep and saw Bob's young face smiling 
down on her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The summer months caused Shelly more frustration. Bob was always going to or 
coming from the pool. He wore bikini swim trunks that were always tented by 
ihat young prick. His muscular body rippled under the drops of water that 
clung to him as he dashed somewhere from the pool. Shelly watched from her 
patio as he strutted to the end of the diving board. Muscles in complete 
control, he jackknifed into the pool. The water barely rippled. Bob's deeply 
tanned arms cleared the blue of the water and knifed into it as he made his 
way the length of the pool. Springing gingerly out of the pool, he stood, 
dripping, in that suit that hardly covered his protruding dong. 

I'm not going to spend the summer being tormented by that young stud 
strutting around flexing his muscles. I'll get away for today, anyway. 
Shelly donned her fire-red bikini, combed her long black hair loosely over 
her shoulders and jumped into her car. She sped to the beach. 

Lying on her psychedelic beach blanket, her thoughts were still on Bob. He 
doesn't have to prance around in front of my home! He could get to his 
duplex just as easily from the other pool gate. That dude is just trying to 
torment me! He's doing a damn fine job of it, too. 

Shelly lay soaking up the sun. Her eyes were closed to the brightness. 
Suddenly she was conscious of a shadow across her face. Opening her eyes, 
she observed a tall dark man standing over her. She sat up. The beach was 
nearly deserted. 

"The water is beautiful. Have you been in?" the dark man asked. "Not 
lately." 

"Want to join me for a swim to the floating dock?" he motioned to the center 
of the bay. 

Shelly followed him to the water's edge. The water was cold to her body as 
she submerged. 

The dark man followed her into the water. They swam together. Reaching the 
dock, he pulled a winded Shelly up to join him. 

"That's farther than it looks from shore," she panted. 

He smiled, showing white teeth against black skin. His black hair glistened 
with wetness. His black skin was taut across bursting muscles. "I'd have 
helped you if you couldn't have made it." 

He sat beside Shelly. They rested while viewing the white sails of the boats 
against the blue sky. Overhead seagulls squealed. 

"Ready to go back?" he asked. 

"It's getting dark. The water scares me at night. It looks so cold and 
black. I shiver when I see it," she shuddered. 

Once back on shore, Pete, as was his name suggested they build a fire to 
warm themselves. 

"We need to cook something, Pete. Why don't I go to the store and get some 
goodies while you build a fire?" 

Pete doled out money to her and she left. 

At the store she carefully chose two steaks, ears of corn, and a bottle of 
wine. This is a first for me. I've never been with a black man before. He is 
one fine looking buck. Hope he likes red wine. 

Gathering her purchases, she returned to Pete. He had a roaring fire in the 
fire ring. He eagerly jumped to help her with the bags. 

"Great fire, Pete." 

"I used to be a boy scout," he grinned. 

"Damn, Pete, I forgot paper cups. Well, guess we'll have to rough it." She 
took a drink of the red stuff and passed him the bottle. 

"We're going to have a hell of a time toasting each other," he laughed. His 
laugh was low and full. 

They sat together on the beach blanket gazing into the fire. The open blaze 
died to embers while they demolished their food. A cool breeze rushed across 
the bay and Shelly shivered. 

Pete got a pile of blankets from his car and carefully wrapped her in them. 

He threw another log on the fire. The night was full of moon. Shelly lay 
back and could see the sky dotted with stars. Warmth from the fire touched 
her face. 

Pete sat by her side. 

"Are you afraid?" Pete asked. 

"Of what?" she looked up at his handsome face. 

"The beach is deserted. You are alone with me. What if I should kiss you? No 
one would hear your screams." 

"And how do you know I'd scream?" she smiled. 

The big black man hovered over her. He looked into her eyes. "I'd like to 
kiss you," he whispered. 

She closed her eyes. He bent to her. His lips came down warmly on hers. 
Laying beside her, he rested on one elbow. His other hand turned her face to 
his. "Why are you here with me?" he asked. 

"Why shouldn't I be? I like your company. The beach is beautiful at night. 
The fire is beautiful. The sky is beautiful, and man, you are beautiful!" 

He kissed her tenderly. His lips surrounded hers and she felt devoured by 
his warmth and wetness. 

He cradled her body in his arms. They lay together enjoying the closeness of 
each other. 

The blanket covered both of them, sealing in the warmth. 

The fire was dying. Pete got up and threw on another log and returned to the 
blanket. 

"I believe the breeze is done for the night," Shelly stated throwing off the 
blanket. 

Her body looked all rosy in the fire light. Pete looked at that tiny bikini 
trying to hold in her full breasts. Her nipples were barely covered. The 
rosy fullness of her mounds beckoned him closer. He put one large arm around 
her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her passionately. She responded 
by thrusting her tongue into his warm mouth. 

His hands encircled her waist and slid to her hips. She pressed to his body. 
He kissed her neck and tongued his way to her ear. Jabbing and breathing 
into her he rolled her over on top of him. 

Shelly surged with wickedness. She knew he wanted her. The devil in her took 
over. Jumping up, she squealed, "Catch me if you can!" She ran down the 
beach with Pete on her heels. She darted around a palm tree and back the 
other way. Pete was gaining on her. The sand made it difficult to gain any 
speed. Her toes sprayed loose sand back to Pete. On and on she ran! Pete 
closed the gap between them. He lunged at her and together they fell in a 
heap. She was giggling hysterically. Pete pulled her to him and buried his 
face in her neck. 

"You little devil," he muttered. "Now what are you going to do?" 

"Get up and run!" She squirmed and giggled. She playfully fought him off. He 
kissed her. She pulled away and laughed. 

"Stay put, lady!" 

"Make me if you can!" And she rolled away from him. 

"I can!" He pounced on top of her pressing her to the sand. His big body was 
warm to her. The fun was gone. She had urged him on to this moment. She 
closed her eyes and lay in complete submission. 

"You give up too easily," he laughed and got off her. 

She had teased him, now it was his turn to tease her. 

He sat beside her gazing out on the bay. He appeared to be completely 
disinterested. She leaned her warm body to his. He ignored her. She kissed 
his cheek and nibbled her way through his long sideburns to his ear. He 
shivered. His skin seemed to ripple, but he did not touch her. She tongued 
his ear with the wetness of her mouth. He remained cool. 

"Okay, Pete, resist me if you can!" Shelly slowly unhooked the small flaming 
top of her bikini and dangled it in front of his eyes. 

No reaction. 

She slid her ass out of the tiny squares that made up the bottom of her 
suit. She straddled his sitting body forcing her pussy down on his organ. 
She jiggled her boobs in his face. She could feel his pole rise to full 
attention! 

"Not interested, huh?" she chided. 

His massive black arms began to encircle her, Shelly jumped up and darted 
down the beach. Pete pulled his trunks off and was in hot pursuit. His rigid 
flesh was throbbing. His balls hit his thighs as he chased. 

"When I catch you this time, I'm going to give you a fucking you won't 
forget!" he panted. 

"If you can!" she squealed and dashed into the cold bay water. The water 
slowed her down and Pete was on her. His huge black body pulled her down 
until her ass hit sand in knee-high water. His beautiful black shoulders 
pressed her white body back into the water. Her hair floated freely on the 
surface of the water. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me if you can," she giggled. 

"I can, baby!" He pressed his dick to her cave. The coldness of the water 
had not shrunk that huge dong of his at all. He pushed his shaft into her 
cunt. He began pumping it to her and with every thrust he pushed her rounded 
body to more shallow water. Her back hit solid sand. The water trickled 
around her body. With solid resistance behind her, he jabbed it to her. In 
and out went his shaft. The hotness of her cunt clutched at his prick. She 
lifted her hips to his every thrust. Tiny waves rolled from her ass. She 
grabbed his big body to her. Her arms pulled him in. Her wet hole sucked in 
his dong. Her legs encircled his ass. He banged it to her harder and harder! 
She could feel that he-man-fuck deep inside her! He sucked her rigid 
nipples. He jabbed her cunt. Faster. Faster. Harder. Harder. She smacked her 
hole to his prick! 

AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE ... They went off together! 

The water rippled and gurgled around limp bodies. They lay motionless 
together in the shallows of the bay. 

Pete followed the sway of her naked body up the beach. His dong hung loose 
over his balls. The large black man and the small white woman walked through 
the sand. 

They sat in swings at the play area. Their naked bodies rested while they 
talked. 

"Damn, that was a good screw," Shelly moaned. 

"When this stick of mine gets hard, I'll give it to you again, and it won't 
be a floating fuck! It'll be on solid ground without the help of the bay." 

"Hey, Pete, come stand in front of my swing." 

Pete swung his ass out of the swing and walked in front of Shelly. "Now back 
up a little." He did. 

Slowly he began to swing, forward and backward, forward and backward. She 
spread her legs apart so Pete could see her pussy come closer to his organ 
with every forward swing. 

"Do you want me?" she asked on a forward swing. 

"I want you." His tall black body craved her. 

Shelly's swing made wider swoops to reach for his still limp body. 

"See my pussy?" 

"Yea, babe," he breathed. 

"My hole wants you." She swung forward. 

"My prick wants you." His black eyes followed her bush as it came to him and 
left him in the slow easy swings. 

Shelly spread her legs farther apart. 

"Can you see my slit?" 

Pete nodded. 

Forward she swung. 

His pole began to tingle. 

Backward she glidded. 

"Can you see my hole?" 

He nodded. The light from the fire made her body glow. Her long hair trailed 
her forward swing. Her breasts pierced the air. Her nipples were hard and 
ready for his mouth. 

His eyes devoured her body. That luscious cavity swung to him again. He 
stood tall and handsome in the firelight. His organ muscles were forcing 
that dick upward. His black pubic hair curled around the base of his shaft. 

Backward she glided. 

Her crotch beckoned him to her forward swing. 

His belly muscles contracted. His hips thrust his cock to meet her tunnel. 

Closer and closer to his now throbbing prick she swung. 

He was jabbing at the air. His hips pushed his cock to the moment of 
ecstasy. 

Forward she came, legs wide spread. 

His pole reached for her cunt and ticked it. 

Backwards she swung. 

Her juices began to flow. Her slit was wet and sobbing for him. 

Forward she swung. 

His cock met her clit for a split second. 

"Aim that rod lower, baby," she cooed. 

He braced his body for the impact that would come. 

Forward Shelly swung gaining momentum. Her whole body was pushing to meet 
her black man. 

Rigid flesh met her hole for an instant. Beads of perspiration stood out on 
his forehead. 

"One more time, baby, put it the same place." He dug his heels into the 
sand. His flanks quivered. His pecker was eager. His body was rigid. 

Forward she urged the swing. 

His rod reached for her vagina. In it went to the joy of both! 

Backwards and away Shelly glidded. 

His hot flesh was beginning to drip. "This time, babe." 

The swing thrust her cavity to his throbbing dick. Into her deepest being he 
plunged! Her legs clamped around his hips. His prick was home! 

The impact of prick meeting hole loosened his foothold, which he quickly 
regained. 

Shelly loosened her grip on the chains of the swing. Her head fell backwards 
and down to his feet. Her long hair caressed his toes. Her legs clamped 
tighter around his hips. Her breasts jutted. Her arms fell over her head and 
her hands dug at the sand. 

Pete dug his heels into the earth. His rigid .flesh punched her cunt! Once, 
twice, three times, again and again! She hung from his pole. Her slit was 
slick with wetness. She clamped her legs tighter. He thrust and retracted, 
thrust and retracted. Her ass pressed on his thighs. His dick pierced deeper 
and deeper into her vagina. His body muscles flexed to hold her weight to 
his. 

Her head hung loose at his feet. Her face was flushed. Heat raged through 
her body. 

He stabbed her cunt again and again.... 

"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!" he bellowed. 

"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII," she screamed. 

Gush after gush of cum surged into her hole. Pete flinched with each shot of 
jazz. 

His pole softened slowly. Gently he let Shelly to the sand. The cum drenched 
her crack. 

She put her mouth to his cock. She tongued the rubbery dong. She lapped at 
the cum and swallowed each bit she could lick up. She lapped at his nuts and 
ate all the cum off them. His black dick glistened from her saliva. She 
kissed his prick. She fell asleep with her face nuzzled in his pubic hair. 

The fire had died. Dawn was peeking over the palm trees. Shelly awoke 
cradled in Pete's arms. He had covered them both gently with a warm blanket. 
He still slept. She looked at that beautiful black man at her side. She felt 
all warm. His eyelids were fringed with the blackest lashes. His wide 
forehead was smooth of any wrinkles. His straight nose and high cheek-bones 
rose above squared jaws. His body was hard with muscles, yet warm with 
tenderness. 

"Damn fine specimen of manhood," she murmured. She touched his lips with 
hers. Beautiful. before he awoke. 

She sped onto the freeway and her thoughts took over. 

Pete was damn good stud. Great lover! At least I called him Pete and not 
Bob! Maybe that's a good sign. I must be getting over Bob! He never once 
entered my mind with Pete around. I'll have to go to the beach more often. 
Jesus, Pete was good. Her body felt a glow of warmth as she remembered the 
good screwing Pete had given her. The last screw was the best! It lasted 
longer. Besides, upside down is a great experience! Of course he wasn't too 
shabby in the water either. Only I like to feel the cum in my crack or down 
my legs and hell, the bay got it before I could feel that hot juice on me. 

Shelly pulled off the freeway and onto her street. Her thighs felt like she 
had been riding all night. That guy really spread me for me to feel like 
this. Her legs ached. 

She coasted into her driveway, careful not to disturb Bob or his folks at 
that early hour. If she hurried, she just might make it to work. 

"Hi, chick. Man, you must be pooped after swimming all night," Bob leaned on 
her car door and winked. 

Wordless, she pushed her way out of the car. 

"I like the way that suit almost fits," he grinned. 

Bob followed her to the door. "No, you can't come in!" she snapped. 

"Just for a cup of coffee? I won't touch you. I'll be a good little boy," he 
jeered. 

The coffee perked while Shelly ran her shower. 

"Need any help?" Bob shouted over the noise of the running water. He had 
come into the bathroom while Shelly was in the shower. 

"Will you get the hell out of here?" 

"Just trying to be neighborly and helpful." He made himself comfortable on 
the toilet seat. 

She turned the water off and asked him to hand her the towel. Wrapped in the 
towel, she emerged from the shower. 

"What are you doing up so early anyway?" she asked. 

"Football practice begins today." 

He followed her tightly wrapped bod to the kitchen. They sat together over 
cups of steaming coffee. 

"May I have the cream?" he asked, reaching for her breast. "If you'll just 
shake your ass over the cup I'll have the sugar too!" 

"Damn you, Bob. You'd better behave yourself!" 

"I said I wouldn't touch you, but I can look, can't I?" His eyes pearched on 
the fullness of her mounds sticking over the top of the towel. 

Shelly pulled the towel higher, self-consciously. 

"Don't take all the joy away," he begged. 

"Drink your coffee and go home." 

"I drink a lot of coffee. May take awhile." 

"Coffee's not good for growing boys," Shelly sneered. 

"You mean I am still growing!" he exclaimed. "Wait till I screw you the next 
time, chick. Take the coffee away, cuz next time I'll screw you so deep you 
can suck me off the same time!" 

After Bob left, Shelly scampered into her uniform and headed for the 
hospital. 

No, I guess I'm not over that young stud yet! I'd still like to get him. 
It's not right. I better stick with guys older, though they're not nearly as 
good. Well, Pete was good. But, Bob is fantastic! I have no future with Pete 
anyway. He told me he was married. Anyway he is black. That really isn't 
important anymore. People are finally realizing beautiful people come in all 
colors. He sure was a beautiful person. I have no future with. Bob either! 
Except maybe the morgue, if Martha finds out I balled her little boy. I 
didn't seduce him. As a matter-of-fact, I put up a good fight! It was his 
fault! He is just a young stud that wants to try out his shaft and I was 
handy. He has a fantastic body and that prick of his is out of sight! 

Deep within her thoughts, Shelly knew she could have put Bob down. She could 
have insulted him to the point he couldn't have got a hard-on from the fact 
she'd freeze him out. I don't want to screw a kid! He isn't built like a 
kid, but he is too young! I'm going to have to think of my future and get me 
a man to have and to hold. Bob's too young! Christ, if I ever did marry Bob 
someday, people would swear I was his mother! No, no, no! Bob is not for me. 
Besides, Martha would kill me when I came down the aisle. That damn bastard 
sure upset my life with his young cock! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Autumn gave way to winter. Shelly was dedicated to her work. She was also 
dedicated to keeping Bob out of her house. She always spoke to him and his 
folks, but she kept it cool. Martha, Bob's mother, visited Shelly regularly 
for coffee and chit-chat. Martha and Shelly continued a beautiful 
friendship. The only time Bob got into Shelly's duplex was if his mother was 
there. 

Shelly was determined not to be tempted by Bob. Her mental fighting of him 
continued. 

During Christmas vacation Shelly headed for the mountains. She left the 
highway and followed the curving road to the crest of the coastal range. The 
snow was deep. Piles of the white stuff edged the road. She drove carefully 
on the slickness of ice. Upon reaching the lodge, she toted her luggage to 
her room. 

She unpacked and decided it was time to have lunch. She entered the lounge 
and took a table near the fireplace. The fire roared a warm welcome. The 
lounge was filled with people of assorted sizes and shapes in various phases 
of eating. She surveyed the population and decided her fun would not be with 
these people. Maybe I'll find some fun and single people when I explore the 
sports offered. These people are all couples loaded with families. Kids 
everywhere. I suppose I came up here at the wrong time. I should have known 
the holidays mean family. 

Shelly sighed. She had no family. Her parents were dead and her only brother 
had been killed in Viet Nam. She could not have children herself. This had 
been determined after she and her ex-husband had both been through a series 
of tests. She felt a pang of envy as she watched the happy family groups at 
the round tables that dotted the dining area. 

The waitress appeared to take her order, and left. Shelly felt really out of 
it. She was all alone and would be the rest of her life. 

I don't think I'll ever marry again. I didn't really like being tied to one 
person. The only thing is, I do love to ball and in marriage I could ball 
every night. But the same guy gets old, too. After a while and the same 
approach, sex gets boring. This way I can ball a different guy whenever I 
want. Screwing doesn't get routine. But, in a few years I may have to settle 
for one fellow, cuz I don't imagine there's much demand for old ladies to 
ball. Oh, well, time will tell. 

Shelly's thoughts rambled, but her eyes rested on the young dude at the next 
table. Early twenties, I'll bet. Her eyes appraised his body. Well built. 
Wonder how he is at balling. I like those sideburns. Moustaches are great, 
too. Looks cute in that sweater. Wonder how he'd look out of it? God, I'm 
getting terrible! It's getting so they all look good to me. The young ones 
really turn me on. Shelly, you are developing into a dirty old lady. 

The waitress brought her hot beef sandwich. Even this piece of meat looks 
good. Oh, lady, what you need is fresh air and exercise. Work off a bit of 
your sex-drive. Next I'll be attacking. 

A Navy bus pulled up in front of the lodge. Shelly could see the fleet was 
in through the plate glass picture windows. Must be a chartered tour. There 
we go! How about gang-banging all of them? I could take on the whole damn 
Navy! 

She continued to eat as she watched the sailors file into the lounge. They 
were laughing and beating the cold out of themselves. All through their meal 
roars of laughter burst forth from the little groups of men seated at 
several tables. 

She left the lounge and challenged the mountain air. Her white fur coat did 
a good job of keeping out the cold. Her boots crunched the snow as she 
climbed to a plateau that held a small cabin. Inside she asked about the 
activities offered. She chose to investigate ice-skating in preference to 
busting her butt on skies. Armed with rented ice skates and directions to 
the frozen lake, she trudged off. The wind blew her breath away. She sniffed 
the air and her nostrils stuck together. Damn, it's cold! 

She joined the group around the huge fire beside the lake. Sitting on a log 
she thrust her stockinged feet into ice skates. 

"Ever skated before?" a husky voice asked. 

"No, but I'll learn," she laced her skates with determination. 

The man knelt at her feet. "Better lace these tighter. Otherwise your ankles 
will be flat on the ice." He laced them for her. He reached for her mittened 
hand and assisted her to the edge of the ice. 

"That's not so hard," she smiled. 

"Walking through the snow on skates isn't difficult," he agreed. "Now the 
ice is a different thing." 

His arm encircled her waist and he helped her onto the ice. Her ankles 
flopped side to side. "This is a chore," she panted after several attempts 
to glide. The other skaters whisked around her. 

"Let's go down to the other end of the lake. There's not so many people and 
you can concentrate better. Just keep your legs straight and I'll do the 
work." He gently pulled her the length of the skating area. 

"Are you a skating teacher?" she asked. 

"No, I'm one of those sailors that came in on the bus." 

"Where did you learn so much about skating?" 

"I know a lot about a lot of things," he grinned. 

"Are you from back east?" 

"Baby, I've been everywhere. I've been around the world several times. You 
ever been around the world?" he asked knowingly. 

Shelly ignored his question. 

"I thought there wouldn't be many skaters down here," he said. 

Several men skaters were buzzing around. They skated closer with every 
circle they made. 

"These are my buddies from the navy." 

"Those guys aren't navy! The sailors that got off the bus were younger. You 
aren't Navy either," she accussed. 

"I got navy ideas, babe!" 

The skaters were closer now. Shelly shivered with fright. She was at a 
definite disadvantage in her skates. She could hardly move at all. With so 
many men around, if they had evil intentions, she'd had it! These guys 
weren't the laughing group she'd left at the lodge. Even if she didn't have 
the skates on, she was up shit creek. She was outnumbered ten to one. 

"I think I've had enough skating for today. I'd better get back now," she 
smiled at the man fearfully. 

"I haven't had enough of anything for today," he grinned. 

"Really, I have to go now." She sat down on the ice and started to unlace 
her skates. Better to run on frozen feet than make it no where in skates. 

"My buddies want to meet you, chick." He motioned the skaters in. 

Shelly was shook! She rapidly pulled her skates off and stood. 

Taking one glance at the approaching skaters, she ran to the snow and 
started to the other end of the lake. 

She struggled over a highly heaped snow bank at the ice edge. Her hands 
scratched at the snow. Her bare feet dug into the avalanching snow. The 
skaters raced up to the snow bank and skidded to a halt spraying scraped 
ice. 

Shelly toppled over the top of the bank. The ten men climbed rapidly after 
her. Their skates dug into the snow making their chase easier. 

Once over the top, Shelly ran as fast as she could. Her feet were freezing. 
Her breath came in pants. She turned to see the men gaining rapidly. Facing 
front, she came face to face with the man that was trying to teach her to 
skate. He caught her frenzied body in his arms. She screamed! 

He threw her to the ground. The other ten men circled around her. 

She stared up at them in panic! 

"Why'd you run?" asked one. 

"She's scared!" exclaimed another. 

";'Of what?" from another. 

Chuckles came from the men. 

Shelly looked at one and then another. "We just want to be your friends," 
one laughed. 

"Yea, we're a very friendly group!" 

"Who wants to be friendly first?" 

"Me! I'm not crazy about sloppy seconds ... or thirds ... or fourths." 

"Picky, picky, picky," sneered another. 

"I always figured anywhere, any time, any how," chuckled one. 

The men closed in on Shelly. 

She looked pleadingly up at them. 

"Look, fellows, one at a time at the lodge. I promise. Not all of you here. 
Really, just let me go," she begged. 

This brought a peel of laughter from the men. 

"You got to be kidding, chick," one man knelt beside her in the snow. 

Shelly squirmed away from him. 

"She wants me first! See, she came over closer to me." 

Shelly slid her butt up a small embankment. 

Her try to get away was closed off by another man at her head. 

"Please, guys. I don't go for this rough stuff." 

"Who's being rough? We haven't even touched you ... yet." 

The men just stood there looking at the helpless female. 

"She's kinda pretty." 

"I can't see that much of her." 

One man pulled off her mittens. "Her hands are pretty." 

The smell of alcohol pierced the brisk air. Shelly backed into the snow as 
far as she could. 

"Think you can escape through the snow?" 

"Hey, chick, if you don't fight, nobody's going to get hurt." 

One man pulled off her socks. "Pretty feet, too." 

"Please!" Shelly screamed. 

"Oh, she's in a hurry. She's begging us!" 

"No, don't hurt me," she pleaded. 

"Look, babe, if you relax ... and relax those muscles of yours, maybe you 
can take two of us at a time and you'll be done faster." 

"Unless she's so good, we come back for seconds!" 

A tall man tugged her ski-pants off. 

"She's hot, men. Look how her ass burns into the snow!" 

"Not a bad looking bush!" 

"How's her hole look?" Two men spread eagled her legs and the men all filed 
past eyeing her hole. 

"Looks tight enough to be a good screw." 

"She looks a little blue around the ass." 

"Frost bite. I'll bite her and see if she prefers me to frost bite." 

"Let me go. I won't say a thing to anybody!" Shelly screamed at them. Her 
voice was carried away by the mountain wind. Her pleads were in vain. 

"You'd look funny running bare-assed through the snow, doll." They all 
laughed. 

Shelly was panicked! Goddamn, taking on one man was one thing. An orgy was 
another thing. Taking on ten men at a crack was something else! Shelly had 
never been much for force or gang-banging. Now she was in the midst of both! 

Another man stripped off her coat. Another pulled off her sweater. Another 
stripped off her bra. 

Shelly kicked and scratched her protest. She was terror-stricken. 

The men closed in on her. They pushed her naked body back into the snow. 
Shelly shivered and shook. 

"She's all excited," one grimaced. 

"She's hot to trot all right. Look at the snow steam!" 

"I'm not! I'm not!" she shrieked. "Let me go! Let me go!" 

"Her tits look good enough to eat," one laughed. 

"Anyone for a box-lunch?" This brought roars of laughter. 

Shelly lay freezing in the snow. She began to sob uncontrollably. She shook 
violently. "God, help me," she murmured. 

"You don't need God, doll, we're all going to help you!" 

"Spread her, guys, I'm going to fuck the hell out of her now, I don't want 
my peter to get frost bite," and he whipped out his dong. 

Shelly's arms and legs were held wide apart. Her head rolled side to side in 
wild screams! 

"Somebody shove a prick in her mouth and she'll shut up!" 

Shelly closed her eyes to what was about to happen. 

A dick was shoved in her mouth. "Suck, you bastard!" 

Someone's shaft jabbed at her cunt! Hot mouths came down on her nipples! 
Large fingers forced into her asshole. Someone sucked her clit! She tried to 
scream but that friggin' prick filled her mouth. She swallowed cum and one 
dick left her mouth and another pierced in. The cum was running down her 
slit. One pole pulled out and was replaced by another throbbing organ! 

"Cram it to her!" 

"Fuck her in the mouth!" 

"Her nipples are sure hard! Wonder if they're frozen!" 

"I'm going to piss in her hair!" 

"Right on! I'll piss on her belly!" 

Shaft after shaft penetrated her hole! Shelly was soaked from cum in her 
mouth and cunt. She was drenched with piss from head to foot! Someone shoved 
his asshole down on her big toe. 

"Let's all fuck her in the ass!" Shelly felt herself being rolled over in 
the snow and then she passed out. 

"Over here, here she is," a voice blazed into her mind. 

"God, what a mess!" 

"Who ever got to her did a fine job of it." 

"Is she alive?" 

Shelly's mind was fuzzy. The voices came out of oblivian. She vaguely felt 
her body encircled with warm blankets and lifted up. She passed out again. 

Shelly awoke to the wail of sirens. The world was a haze. She hurt so bad. 
She laid her hand on her belly. It was all puffed to a pregnant condition. 
"Are we on the way to the hospital?" she asked. 

"Yes, we'll be there soon." The man sitting next to her was in white. He was 
watching dials and tubes connected to somewhere. 

"Am I going to have my baby soon?" Shelly patted her protruding belly. 

The man stared at her. 

Shelly passed out. 

When Shelly awoke, the doctor smiled down at her. 

"You had a bad time of it, little lady." 

"Was it a boy or a girl?" she asked. 

The doctor looked at her quizzically. "Do you know why you are here?" 

"I had a baby, finally. I've wanted a baby for so long." she smiled. "Where 
is my husband?" 

"Mrs. Wooten, you did not have a baby. Can you remember what happened?" 
Shelly was confused. 

The doctor motioned to the nurse to let in Shelly's visitors. Two policemen 
entered. 

Shelly looked questioningly at the officers. 

The doctor continued, "Mrs. Wooten, you were up at the mountains. Some 
people found you in a snow bank. Apparently you had been attacked. I have 
done the necessary repair work on you. Now these gentlemen want to ask you 
some questions." 

Shelly's mind reeled. It all came back to her in a flash! She sobbed. She 
hurt all over. The horror of her episode in the mountains flooded over her. 
She became hysterical! 

The doctor ordered a sedative and suggested the officers wait outside. 

When Shelly had quieted down, the officers returned. 

Shelly related to them all she could remember about the ordeal. She couldn't 
help them much with descriptions as there were so many men involved and she 
had been in such a panic. 

Shelly went home the foil owing day. She spent several days and nights 
recuperating. The days were spent in pain. The nights were spent in reliving 
the horror in her dreams. 

By the end of January, Shelly had sufficiently recovered so she could attend 
Bob's graduation. He looked so handsome in his suit. He looked fabulous in 
his cap and gown. He's not a little boy any more. He is a man. No more is he 
a high school kid. He's still too young for me. My, he is a handsome young 
man! Wonder if I'd be in any condition to take him on. No, I don't want to 
take him on. I really do, but I swore I never would again! He sure is a 
doll. A doll for some young chick. Not for me! Shelly surveyed the young man 
as he strode out the door of the high school, diploma in hand. 

Back at the duplex, Bob offered Shelly his arm and walked her into her home. 
Shelly no longer rebuffed Bob. He knew she was in no condition to 
participate in sex of any kind since her ordeal in the snow. 

They drank coffee together on the gold velvet couch. 

"What are you going to do now, Bob?" 

"I'm not sure. I could go on to school. There are all kinds of colleges and 
trade schools. I've been thinking of going for welding." 

"Good money," Shelly muttered over her steaming coffee. 

"Yea, and it only takes six-weeks of training. I could get out on my own." 

A pang hit Shelly. "Would you move away?" 

"To a pad of my own. I want to be independent," he smiled. "Do you hurt much 
anymore?" 

"No, not really. I suppose the repair work the doctor did was the same as 
after childbirth. Sort of fancy stitchery on the bottom side." 

"I've never seen fancy stitchery, lady, mind if I look" he grinned. 

"Same old Bob. Back to your old tricks, huh?" 

"Been a long time, chick," he patted her knee. 

"It'll be a lot longer time, too. Just because you graduated today doesn't 
mean a thing. You are still too young for me." 

"Oh knock it off, Shelly. You know it was great. Why fight it? I was good 
and you were damn good. Have you had any since you know, up in the snow?" 

Shelly shook her head. 

Bob put his arm on the back of the sofa. "Really scared you, huh?" Shelly 
nodded. 

He took her chin ever so gently with his index finger and turned her head to 
him. He looked at her with pure desire in his eyes. He bent to kiss. 

She pulled away from him and rose to move. 

"Honey, I won't force you. You've had enough of that. I don't want to scare 
you ... I just want you." His eyes pleaded his case. 

"Oh, Bob, I'm so scared! What if it hurts unbearably?" 

"I won't hurt you, honey." 

"I can't do it with you. It's wrong you know." 

"What's so wrong? I'm sorry, Shelly, but I don't see it that way." 

"It is wrong, Bob. You are my friend and neighbor. Your mother and I are 
best friends. She wouldn't approve. I'm so much older than you are. In my 
mind, it just isn't right!" 

"Look, Shelly, sex is here to stay. You will have it again. I will have it 
again. Why not together? We like each other ... or did." 

"I'm old enough to be your mother." 

"Do you feel like my mother when I hold you in my arms?" 

Shelly shook her head. 

"Come on then, I won't hurt you. I'll be very gentle." 

Shelly hesitated. Bob took her hand and led her to the bed. They sat down. 
Bob slipped his flair pants off and his patterned shirt fell to the floor. 

Shelly studied his young hard body. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. 

He put his arms around her and she melted in his arms. He kissed her 
passionately. They fell back on the bed. She was lost in his arms. His hands 
caressed her breasts. She ran her hands over his full shoulders. Her hands 
slid down his chest to his hips. She grasped his rigid flesh and began to 
work the skin back and forth. 

Then, quick as a flash, she regained her senses! 

"I can't do it, Bob. I promised myself, never again!" 

"Why?" 

"Maybe I can't give you an answer that will satisfy you. I can't do it, 
that's all there is to it." She reluctantly released his hard peter and went 
down the hall. 

Bob came into the living room shortly, fully dressed. 

"Baby, I won't force you. Remember this. Our fuck was good! We can do it 
again any time you want to. I'm ready. I want you. I want to feel those tits 
of yours. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to feel you up 
against me, and baby, I want to screw you. You really turn me on! I think I 
turn you on, too, or you wouldn't have kept me out of your place. If you 
were sure of yourself, no matter what I did, you'd be in control. You are 
not sure of yourself, Shelly. You want me as bad as I want you! Any time, 
honey, just let me know. I've got the permanent hots for you." He left. 

Shelly cried! Never again, Bob. Never is a long time. Too damn long! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Bob started welding school. He left early every morning and returned just 
before dinner. Shelly didn't see much of him since she had been changed to 
the P.M. shift at the hospital. The P.M. shift was better for her as the 
work load was easier. She didn't have to lift any of the patients as the 
A.M. girls put all the patients to bed before three. Besides, Shelly didn't 
want to go out at night. She had enough sex in the snow to scare the hell 
out of her. She was going to play it cool. 

When she got off work at eleven, she made a habit of stopping in at a coffee 
shop. She knew all the waitresses and there was time at that time of night 
to chat with them. 

"You really had a time of it," Ann, the head waitress, commented one night. 

"It was rough. I've always liked balling, but that force bit is too much." 

"You'll meet some nice guy. You'll get over this fear you have," Ann 
comforted in a low husky voice. 

"I keep pretty busy most of the time. I work the evenings, sleep late, and 
have taken up bowling in the afternoons. I get lonesome sometimes. This 
hacking it alone can get to you," Shelly sighed. 

"I know. I've always been alone." Ann was a middle-aged woman. She appeared 
neat and very self-sufficient. 

"You've never married?" quizzed Shelly. 

"No." 

Maybe if Ann wasn't so independent and capable she could get a guy. She 
isn't the truly feminine type. As a matter-of-fact she is a bit on the 
masculine side. Her hair is duck-tailed. Her features are definitely coarse. 
Her eyebrows are too bushy. Her nose is straight. If she wore lipstick and 
plucked her eyebrows, she'd look more feminine. Longer hair would help her 
too. Shelly surveyed Ann's body. Not bad. Full rounded breasts pressed 
against the green uniform. Her arms and legs were taut with muscles. That 
comes from years of hard work, thought Shelly. 

"Do you want to get married?" Shelly asked, sipping her Pepsi. 

"I do, but I never will," sighed Ann. 

"How can you be so sure? You meet guys in here all the time." 

"I have this problem. I have a hell of a time coping with it." 

Goddamn, she's a fag. She sure as hell meets men here. "What's this problem 
you have?" Shelly asked lighting a cigarette. 

"I'll tell you about it sometime. Looks like we're filling up. I gotta get 
back to work." Ann took off for the counter leaving Shelly alone in the 
booth. 

If she's queer, I'd never know it. She's never been out of line with me. I 
come in here enough she'd have surely said or done something to give herself 
away. What the hell is her problem? Maybe she's had some terrible 
experience. Shelly shrugged and left for home. 

Ann's problem crossed Shelly's mind several times in the days that followed. 
Ann never mentioned any problem again when Shelly stopped in the coffee 
shop. 

Maybe she's just bitter. Probably deserted at the altar in her youth. Shelly 
pondered what could possibly be bothering Ann. 

She returned to her home after her usual stop at the cafe. She shucked her 
uniform in the dirty clothes basket. Shelly turned on the shower and stepped 
into the steam. She sudsed her tired body and remained under the stream of 
hot water. Tired muscles fully relaxed, she stepped out to towel herself. 
Surveying herself in the mirror, she analyzed, all the bruises are gone. If 
I'd have had a baby, I'd be all healed up. The doctor says I'm A. O.K. 
Wonder if I'll ever feel completely free to screw again. Something like that 
deal scares the hell out of a person. 

Hmmmmmmmmm, she mused, I don't look any worse for the wear. The full bosoms 
stared back at her from the mirror. Her nipples perched pink and perky on 
well rounded tits. Great for someone's mouth. I wonder if Ann is a queer? 
Maybe I could get her to suck my tits. Maybe she'd suck my cunt. I wouldn't 
have to be afraid of getting jabbed and maybe tearing my insides hose. I'll 
bet Ann is a lesbian. She packs a lot of muscles in her arms and legs. Her 
voice is pretty low, too. My hole is beginning to itch for a jolt. Her 
tongue would feel good. I sure don't need a prick yet. How about me? 
Premeditated queering? I'd just take her on for a change. Soon as I'm sure 
of myself, it's back to the studs ... or at least a dildo. 

A rap sounded on her door. Grabbing her red satin robe, Shelly admitted Bob. 

"Do you know what time it is?" she asked him sternly. 

Bob fell into the arm chair giggling. "It's screwing time." 

"You have been drinking!" 

"Lady, I'm spaced! I've been drinking all day. Today I graduated. I'm a full 
fl-edged welder. Got anything you want welded?" he roared. 

"Let me fix you some coffee." 

"If you ever wear that red thing again, I'd recommend you wear something 
underneath." 

He followed her to the kitchen. "Knock it off, huh?" 

"I intend to knock a little off, Baby, with you ... TONIGHT!" he grabbed 
playfully at her. 

"I told you before, Bob, No!" 

Bob started dancing around the kitchen ... with a bump here ... and a grind 
there...."Thought you might have changed your mind, chick." 

"Well, I haven't! Now drink your coffee and go home!" 

"Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught ... Love thy neighbor, but don't 
get caught ... Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught ... especially by thy 
neighbor's mother ... Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught," he chanted. 

"Man, you are out of it!" 

"I'm snockered," he panted and sat down. "If you won't screw, let's talk." 

"About what?" 

"Sex, baby, sex." He doubled over in laughter. 

"If you'd drink up, I could go to bed," she informed him. 

"Don't let a cup of coffee stand in your way. If you want to go to bed, 
ler's go!" 

"Alone, friend." 

He eyed her crossed legs. Her robe parted at the knees exposing curved 
calves. 

"Red really turns me on. Let's face it. I'm horny as hell!" He gave her robe 
a flick up to show honeyed thighs. 

"Down, boy." She pulled her robe to cover most of her legs. 

"Down, boy, hell! The boy is up! I got a hard-on that's paining me. How 
'bout a little?" 

Shelly scowled. 

"O.K., O.K., I'm leaving." He threw his hands up in defeat. 

Shelly watched his young body bounce gingerly down the steps. 

He blew her a kiss and disappeared around the bushes. 

She fell into bed. Some gal will sure be lucky to get him. He's a damn fine 
stud. Now he's graduated, he'll make good money. Good looking buck, too. 
Wish I could knock off about twenty years. 

The next night after work, Shelly decided to test Ann. She ordered her 
coffee and sipped it. Ann came over to Shelly's booth to rest a minute. 

"Pretty slow tonight," she sighed. "Guess I'll go home early. I've got a 
headache." 

Couldn't have worked out better. "Want me to drop you off at home?" 

"Gee, Shelly, that's sweet of you. Sure you don't mind?" 

"Not at all." Shelly watched Ann dissappear to get her coat. I suppose if 
she is queer, I'll have to suck her cunt, too. 

Ann returned and Shelly finished her coffee. The two women left and Shelly 
sped Ann to her apartment. 

"Can I help you? I've had patients with headaches and sometimes a good back 
rub helps relieve tension." 

"Boy, my head feels like it's going to fall off. Yes, if you don't mind, 
anything to help." 

She didn't turn me down. I'll get into her place and we'll see what turns 
her on. If she's queer, I'll damn soon know. If she is, great! 

Ann's apartment was confusing to say the least. The entry way was a long 
tiled hallway to the living room. The living room was done in various shades 
of brown. The couch was heavy leather flanked on either end by huge wooden 
tables. The easy chair across the room was done in a lighter brown. One wall 
had shelves of books. Upon examining the contents of the shelves, Shelly 
decided Ann's taste in literature ran to mysteries and furniture repairing. 

Shelly followed her to the bedroom which completely opposed the decor of the 
living room. The bedroom held a white canape bed decked in pink flounces. 
All the furniture was white antique. The pink fluff carpeting was damn near 
knee deep. Flower arrangements topped the dresser, bedside table, chest of 
drawers. Flowers hung from the ruffled curtains. 

Ann excused herself to go to the bathroom and Shelly wandered out to the 
kitchen. She heated some left over coffee. Ann joined her for a aup. Shelly 
looked at what Ann had changed into, to be more comfortable. From the frilly 
green waitress mini, Ann now wore blue jeans and a man's flannel shirt. 
Shit, this gal has a split personality! She's not queer. She's just a 
skitso. Well, I guess I'll not proposition her. 

"As soon as we finish this," Ann motioned to the cup, "We'll go for the back 
rub." 

"I think I better get home soon." Shelly was a little disappointed. She 
wasn't a lezzy but she had planned on a little with Ann. Now, why bother to 
act interested in her headache? If Ann took a couple aspirin and went to 
bed, she'd survive. 

"What's the matter? I didn't think you were in a hurry?" 

"Work tomorrow, you know." 

"What do you think of my apartment?" Ann quizzed carefully. 

"Well, it's a little confusing. If I didn't know better, I'd swear a man 
decorated part of it." 

"That's part of my problem." Ann was sullen. 

"A man decorating your apartment?" 

Ann shook her head. 

"What did you do? Did you have a shack job and he ran out on you?" 

"Shelly, it's more serious than that." 

What could be more serious? Shelly waited for Ann to continue. 

"I have this terrible problem. You're a nurse. You can guess what it is." 

"Well, at first I thought you might be a queer. Then I changed my mind. With 
the man's living room and the woman's bedroom, I thought you were a skitso. 
Now the possibility of a simple shack job has been shot to hell ... I am 
sure I don't know what to think." 

"Let's have a drink of booze." Ann got the bottle of vodka out of the 
cupboard and mixed damn strong screwdrivers. 

"I told you I had a problem. I told you I'd never marry. Are you ready for 
this one?" Ann asked. 

Shelly nodded. 

"I'm a hermaphrodite." 

Complete silence. 

"You're kidding!" Shelly laughed. 

"It's not that funny. Do you know what it's like to be a man and a woman at 
the same time? I am so ashamed I keep my privates covered all the time. I 
live in daily fear of having an accident or going to the hospital and having 
to expose myself. I am mortified at the thought of having someone see my 
body!" Ann was nearing tears. "Do you know I have never known love or sex? I 
wouldn't know who to go after, a man or a woman. I have never experienced a 
climax. I have never screwed a woman ... and I can, you know. I have the 
same desire to have my breasts caressed as you do, but what man is going to 
caress my breasts with my peter looking up at him? I tell you, Shelly, I 
live a life of horror." Ann sobbed. 

Shelly was shocked! 

Ann continued to sob uncontrollably. 

Shelly went to her and put her arms around the heaving shoulders. "Poor 
Baby." 

"You better leave now," Ann said trying to control herself. 

"I can't leave you now." 

"What do you want to stay for?" 

Shelly poured them another stiff one. "Do you want to know sex?" 

"Oh, yes," Ann was tearful again. 

"Go put a robe on," Shelly demanded. 

"I can't. You'll think I am repulsive." 

"Look, Ann. If I thought you were repulsive, I'd go home. Yea, this is new 
to me, but lady, you have never known sex? That is terrible! How old are 
you?" 

"Forty-five." 

"Ann, do you know you are hiding a beautiful body? Think! You can give a 
girl a fuck and suck her tits. Not only that, she can suck your tits and 
finger bang you at the same time. Lady, you have it made!" 

Ann looked blank. 

"You don't know what I'm talking about. Go get undressed and I'll show you a 
good come. You'll feel better for it. Maybe you'll get over your 
self-consciousness and be able to enjoy life ... not run from it." 

When Ann left, Shelly poured herself another double. I'll need it. I've 
never screwed a hermaphrodite. It's not fair to her. She's such a nice 
person to carry with her the pain she is. God, never to have known sex! 
Unbelievable! 

Ann returned to Shelly who was now in the living room on the leather couch. 
She sat down. Shelly peeled back Ann's robe to reveal her naked body. Ann 
had full tits capped by rose buds. Her hips were well rounded. She had a 
tiny waist. She looked perfectly normal. If she says she's a hermaphrodite, 
I'll have to take her word for it. I can't see the difference. Of course she 
appears to be a normal woman. We'll soon see. 

Shelly stood in front of Ann and took off her nurse's uniform. Ann watched 
as Shelly slipped out of her bulging bra. Shelly was watching Ann's body for 
a sign of a peter. 

Shelly slowly lowered her bikini panties to show her pussy. Ann spread her 
legs. From between her labial lips, a dick poked out. Shelly peeled off her 
panties. 

Ann's pole was fully visible. It was a perfect prick. Fantastic. 

Shelly straddled Ann's lap and kissed her tenderly. Shelly tweaked Ann's 
tits and bent to nibble them. She moved her mouth to tongue Ann's nipples. 
Ann threw her head back on the couch and closed her eyes. Ann was 
experiencing a joy she had never known. 

Shelly nibbled and tongued her way to her friend's ear. She thrust in her 
tongue and panted, "Are you enjoying it?" 

"Yes, yes." 

Shelly tongued her way to Ann's mouth and jabbed in her tongue. "Suck it 
like you would an orange, baby." 

Ann sucked and returned her tongue for Shelly. 

Ann's prick was beginning to throb. To this point Shelly had not touched the 
shaft. Now Shelly's hand went to the dong and began to pull and push. 

Quite naturally, Ann's hips moved forward and backward to Shelly's every 
pull and push. 

Shelly sucked Ann's nipples as she snubbed Ann's cock to her hole. Slowly 
Shelly sat down and inched the huge shaft into her cunt. The prick went deep 
into Shelly's hole. Shelly began to move up and down on the rod. Ann was in 
ecstasy. Her breathing was heavy. She whimpered with joy. 

Shelly felt below the pulsating pole to find Ann's slit. She slid her 
fingers into the wet crack and plunged her fingers into Ann's hole. 

With Ann's prick deep in Shelly, and Shelly's fingers probbing Ann's cavity, 
both girls sucked each others tits. 

WOW, this is fantastic. 

Shelly plunged and retracted at Ann's hole. Ann jabbed and thrust her rigid 
flesh in Shelly's cavity. They tongued and sucked the others nipples. Heat 
ran wild through Shelly. Ann was perspiring and panting! The passion 
mounted. The jabs Ann gave her increased, harder and harder! Shelly 
finger-banged Ann faster and faster! 

AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE! Shelly's juices flooded Ann's crotch. 

AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEA! Ann screamed with delight. The cum spurted shot 
after shot after shot into paradise. 

AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE! Ann screeched as she went off in Shelly's hand. 

Shelly took out her fingers. They were covered with jazz from Ann's tunnel. 
She lifted her crotch off Ann's pole and felt the cum leak out her hole. 

"Damn, Ann, you get twice the kick. Lady, you just came twice at the same 
time!" 

"Oh, Shelly, that was good, good, good. To think of what I've been missing!" 

They lay sprawled and depleted. 

Shelly fixed them another drink. 

Ann's eyes followed Shelly around the room like a devoted cocker spaniel. 

Shelly handed her a drink. "You liked that, huh?" 

"I have never felt so good in my life," Ann murmured. 

"Now, do you promise not to be ashamed of your body?" Ann nodded. 

"You have a lot to offer someone, honey. You are a good person and I don't 
want you to go through life thinking you are one of a kind." Shelly finished 
her drink, patted Ann on the bare ass, dressed and left. 

She had a pretty good cock. It didn't hurt me a bit. Of course I had no fear 
of her and she didn't ravish my body like those guys in the snow. I guess I 
can return to having sex. I helped her to realize her body was good and she 
helped me to know I can now go out and have some fun again. 

Shelly guided her car into her driveway. Going up her steps she noticed a 
box on the top step. She took it into her duplex to open it. Inside was a 
single red rose. A small piece of paper read: I LOVE YOU. No signature. 

Shelly pondered. Who could have done such a sweet thing? I have no one that 
really loves me. Oh, yes. I'll bet that damn Bob is up to old tricks. He 
doesn't really love me, he just thinks he does. It's just puppy love. I gave 
him his first piece of ass and he thinks that's love. So sweet of him I 
don't want to hurt him. Damn him, why doesn't he pick up with some girl his 
own age? I've told him and told him. Shelly took the rose and put it in her 
bud vase. It was so beautiful and so simple. Bob had said with one beautiful 
rose plainly what he felt. 

Shelly trotted to the bedroom and stripped her clothes off. She went to her 
window and peaked out. Bob's bedroom light was still on. It was passed two 
in the morning. Why isn't he sleeping? He should be in bed early. He said he 
was going to look for a job tomorrow. 

She took a quick hot shower and fell into bed. Relaxed and warm her mind 
wandered. Bob is so sweet. Only the young would think to give her one rose. 
Most guys would think a dozen roses would more express what they thought. 
Bob said I love you so perfectly with one rose. He's getting sly, though. If 
he thinks he can worm his way into my bedroom again by sending me a flower, 
he's sadly mistaken. 

She closed her eyes to sleep. Bob's face appeared over her in her dreams. 

"I do love you, Shelly. Some day we'll be together. I want you so much. I 
need you. Some day you will beg me never to leave you. We'll go through 
eternity on the wildest sex-trip. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck forever." 
Bob's face faded and penis's came from everywhere in the darkness. 

Shelly reared up in bed. What a hell of a dream. I can control the days, but 
the nights are full of Bob and that damn dong of his. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Bob has tried to get a job all over town. He just can't seem to make the 
right connections," Martha was rambling on to Shelly. "There is a job on a 
pipeline. The pipeline is coming down the coast from San Francisco. He is 
going up there to see if he can get on. I think I'll go with him and visit 
my sister for awhile. Besides, Bob hasn't been himself lately. He doesn't 
eat well and he doesn't sleep well. I can visit my sister and keep an eye on 
Bob." 

You've kept an eye on Bob for years, Martha. That guy can't take a crap but 
what you are checking on him. Who do you think you are kidding? You want to 
visit your sister, or you can't let Bob go? Bob hasn't had a girl friend, so 
he chases me. Could it be that you won't let him have a girl? He can come 
over here without you causing a big stink. He should be dating and have some 
freedom. Now, you are going to follow him to Frisco. That poor guy will 
never be free. 

"Mike has never liked my Bob, you know. Mike is too possessive and you know 
how that is. Mike will just have to let Bob and I go for awhile. Mike can 
make it on his own while I visit my sister. Bob needs me," Martha continued. 

Bob needs you like he needs a hole in the head! thought Shelly. 

"You don't know what I've had to put up with all these years. Mike is mean 
to my Bobby. That poor boy has suffered so much due to his father." 

He sure has. A new car that Mike is paying for. Bob has everything he wants. 
It's like he's suffered more from your domineering. His father would like 
Bob to be on his own and a man, but you won't permit that, will you, Martha? 

"I think we'll leave tonight. Bob can apply for the job in the morning. I'll 
write you later in the week," Martha planned. 

"I really have to get ready for work, now, Martha. I hope you have a nice 
trip and Bob gets his job." 

Returning home from work, Shelly found another box on her top step. The one 
red rose inside bore the note: Good-bye for now. I love you. 

Shelly cried as she slipped the rose into the bud vase. I've known him for 
years. I guess I do love him. I think of him as if he was my own son. He is 
gone. I will miss him. He is a doll. Poor Bob. I wonder if he will ever 
shake Martha? She is good in her own way, but she has to let go of him. I 
love him and because I do, I want him to be free and happy. He thinks he 
could be happy with me, maybe because I'm old enough to be his mother. He is 
a damn fine stud. That prick of his really turns me on. Now I won't have to 
fight him off any more. He's gone. Someone knocked. 

"Come in," she called drying her tears. "Hi, Shelly." It was Bob's father. 
"Hi, Mike." 

"Say, I'm all alone at home. Would you like to go have a drink with me?" 
Mike asked. 

"I sure would. I'd like to go hear some good music, too. It's been a rough 
day. You're just what the doctor ordered." Shelly glanced at the red rose 
and left with Mike. 

"Did Martha tell you how long she would be gone?" Mike questioned. They were 
driving slowly through the night. 

"No. She just said she was going to visit her sister while Bob looked for a 
job. He wants to go to work on the pipeline." 

"Where do you want to go for a drink?" Mike changed the subject. 

"Some place different. Let's go into the city. I've gone to the singles bar 
so much, it's boring." 

"I know a place that's different. It's out on the high-way. I want to see 
what you think of it," he smiled. 

They picked up speed once out of town. 

"Slide over here next to me," Mike urged. 

"Down, fella. You are the husband of my best friend." 

"I just want you to sit next to me," he patted her thigh. "Shell never know 
anyway. She's out of town, remember?" 

"But shell be back!" Shelly argued. 

"Maybe yes and maybe no. She has to be where Bob is. If he comes back, she 
will. If he doesn't come back, who knows? Come on, Doll, over here next to 
me," he coaxed. 

Shelly hesitated. "No, I better not." 

"I don't bite." 

Shelly looked over at Mike. He was a big good looking guy with black hair. 
He was tanned from working outside. His eyes were jet black like his hair. 
He had a rugged appearance in his levi's and white shirt. The sleeves were 
rolled up and showed arms bursting with muscles. 

He glanced at Shelly and grinned devilishly. 

"How far is this place?" 

"Just up the road." 

He drove the buick into a large parking lot. The name on the neon sign said, 
THE PLACE. 

The front door of THE PLACE was an out house door, complete with a half-moon 
carved in it. They walked in and approached the bar. 

Shelly cracked up. "Jesus, Mike, the bar stools are toilets!" She laughed 
hysterically. 

Seating themselves on adjoining toilets, they ordered their drinks. The 
bartender ripped off squares of toilet paper instead of napkins. 

"Really different?" Mike asked. 

Shelly giggled and nodded. 

The bartender brought the drinks complete with douche nozzles to serve as 
swizzle sticks. 

"UGGGGGHHHHH," Shelly moaned. "God, I can't drink that with that douche 
nozzle in it!" 

Mike roared! "You wanted to go some place different, honey." 

Shelly wrinkled her nose at the drink and fingered the glass. 

"It's all right. Drink it." Mike picked up his Tom Collins and downed half 
of it. 

She removed the douche nozzle and laid it on her toilet paper napkin. 
Hesitantly, she sipped at her drink. "Laying the atmosphere aside, it's a 
good drink." 

"You get to keep the douche nozzle to use later," Mike jested. 

Shelly choked on her drink. "Thanks a pile." 

Music blared from the stage behind them. 

As everyone came to attention, the music beat out a rhythm of bumps and 
grinds. On stage stepped a cute little farmerette. She was all decked out in 
blue jeans tied over her plaid shirt with a rope. She bumped her way across 
the stage to be joined by a handsome young farmer. She faced him and began 
grinding her hips to meet his. The farmer rotated his hips and jabbed at her 
grinds. 

"Take something off!" came from the audience. 

The farmerette slowly untied her rope and dropped her blue jeans to the 
floor. 

The crowd laughed at her ... as she stood there in her long underwear. 

She gave a coy look to the farmer. He dropped his drawers to the floor and 
grinned back at the farmerette. His shirt came off next. The cutie stripped 
her shirt off. They stood looking at each other in their long Johns. Her 
pig-tails bobbed as she began to bump away from the farmer. He followed 
close behind her. With a flick of her fingers she dropped her trap-door and 
bent over to reveal her round ass. The farmer gazed at the asshole and 
promptly pulled out his dong. He backed clear across the stage. Holding his 
pole in his hand, he lined it up with the farmerette's asshole and ran 
full-gallop to sock it to her. She stood up with an "OHHHHHHHHH." Hooked up 
they waved and bumped and ground off the stage. 

Everyone clapped and whistled. 

The farmer and farmerette returned to bow. His dong hung loose over his 
balls where his long Johns were unhooked. She bowed frontwards and backwards 
to reveal her hole to the audience. 

Mike ordered another drink. 

Shelly smiled at him as he slid his toilet closer to hers. 

Mike put his hand on her thigh. "I want a little piece of ass tonight." 

"You have Martha." 

"Martha is no good in bed. I'll bet you would be. They have a place in back 
of here we could go." 

"Maybe later. First I have to have another drink." 

"You are really racking up the douche nozzles, lady," Mike grinned. 

Mike ordered more booze. 

"Why isn't Martha any good in bed?" Shelly asked. 

"She doesn't like sex." 

"Why don't you get someone that does like it?" 

"I'm trying to," and he slid his hand under her skirt. 

"Mike, you have lots of sex-appeal. You are really far out. But you are 
Martha's husband. I really wish you'd let me alone." 

"I have stepped out on Martha for twenty years. She has never found out. She 
won't find out about us, either. Just gimmie a little." 

Shelly moved his hand from her thigh and belted down her drink. "If you 
really want it, you can go to the city and get it easy." 

"I want you." 

"Goddamn," muttered Shelly. 

Great, take the kid on first and now the father? Jesus, I am really a friend 
to Martha. Of course, Mike can't tell anyone and neither can Bob. I'd hate 
to have Martha ever find out about this. 

"Where is this place?" The booze was hitting Shelly. 

Mike helped her off her toilet and led her by the arm out the back door. A 
line of small cabins huddled under the trees. 

"I made all the arrangements at the bar," Mike stated. "It's cabin number 
three." 

Mike opened the cabin door. He flicked on the lights. 

"This is different," Shelly stated looking at the almost bare room. 

The floor was slick tile. In the middle of the single bed against the wall 
lay a bottle. The walls were all mirrored. The walls were banked with large 
pillows about a foot high. 

Shelly walked to the bed and picked up the bottle. "Mazola oil!" 

"Get out of your clothes," Mike demanded as he dumped the thick oil on the 
already slick floor. 

Mike kicked his shoes and socks under the bed. He stripped bare in a matter 
of seconds. Shelly looked at the mass of curling hair across his huge chest. 
His prick was already erect. His balls were taunt. His body was mirrored 
from every wall. She could see his ass as well as his prick from every 
angle. 

Shelly peeled her clothes off. Her boobs called to Mike's mouth. He came to 
her. He cupped her domes in his large hands. He bent and sucked her nipples. 
He slipped and fell! 

Shelly laughed hysterically. 

Mike pulled her down to the floor. They laughed and rolled in the oil. They 
were slippery. 

The oil curled Shelly's pubic hair. She slid her ass over to the far wall. 
Mike tried to catch her. He slid on his rump. He grabbed for her and his 
hand slid off her shoulder. She laughed and tried to get up. She was on her 
hands and knees. Mike skidded up behind her to dog it to her. His knees 
slipped and his rod slipped the length of her crack and missed. She went 
sprawling. Her long hair was shinning in the oil. Mike crawled on all fours, 
his dong rigid, his nuts swinging. She scurried to escape. Mike approached 
apprehensively. Shelly lay on her belly, her tits dripping oil, and slid up 
against some pillows. 

"I gotcha!" He laughed and slid into the pillows nose first. 

Shelly rolled over on her side and slid away. 

Mike stood up with difficulty and skated on bare feet to fall over her. 

They hugged each other and rolled over and over together. His rigid flesh 
punched into her soft belly with each roll. 

He opened his mouth to engulf hers. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and 
tongued her teeth and tongue. 

She sucked and thrust her tongue into him. 

His hands slid down her side and found paradise. He jabbed in two fingers. 
Her juices joined all the oil. His mouth came down on her tits and he lapped 
the oil off her nipples. 

She reached for his dong and began to pull and push. Her hand slid off his 
prick. "This could get complicated," she mused. 

"Let's fuck!" Mike panted. He climbed on her belly. He slid off the other 
side. "Son of a Bitch!" He clutched at her shoulders and slid his oily body 
onto hers. Her legs grasped his ass ... and slid to his knees ... and off he 
slid. 

"Sit up and spread your legs. Well try another approach," he gasped. 

Shelly slid to her ass and spread her legs. Mike, on his rump, put his legs 
over hers and slid his purplish knob into her crotch. He thrust his cock to 
her hole and bumped himself backward on the oil. His legs slipped off hers 
and he found himself a foot away from her cunt. His prick stood high and 
dripping. 

It was funny! Shelly was ready! Mike was ready! and the damned oil kept 
slidding them apart! 

"You sit still. I'll come to you," Shelly said. 

Mike sat as Shelly slid on her ass to him. Her legs straddled his. Her 
crotch slid up his legs. She grabbed a handful of black curly hair on his 
head. She balanced herself on her knees over his dick. Her knees slipped and 
she came down hard on his pole! 

"Don't move. I'll lose you," she breathed in his ear. 

Neither of them dared move. His penis was deep in her moist cave. Shelly 
could not get her knees for any traction. Mike couldn't move or his prick 
would slide out. Shelly sat on his throbbing shaft. She felt him flinch the 
rigid muscle. Her tunnel tightened and loosened on his rod. 

Shelly contracted her vaginal muscles as Mike flinched his dick in her. 
Shelly loosened her hold on his shaft. He bit her nipples. She tongued his 
ear. 

"Can you cum, honey?" he whispered. 

"Give me a couple more flinches of your prick and you'll have it in your 
lap." 

He flinched. Her tunnel tightened. He flinched. She tightened. 

AAAAAIIIIEEEEE! He shot hot jazz into her cunt, spurt after spurt. 

AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! she sprayed his dong with cum. 

She hung onto his hair and rode his penis as he slid his ass to the 
bathroom. They stood up on solid carpeting. 

Mike turned the shower on to hot. They both climbed in and the hot spray 
chased the oil down the drain. 

Shelly wrapped her long black hair in a towel. She stood naked before Mike. 
"How in the hell do we get our clothes and get out of here?" 

"Good question," Mike answered looking around the bathroom. 

There was nothing of any help. There was a button on the wall. It was 
labeled "Panic Button." Mike pushed it. A voice boomed through the bathroom 
from the intercom, "Got a problem?" 

"Yes. My girl and I are stark naked. Our clothes are in the other room. How 
in the hell do we get them and how in the hell do we get out of here?" 

"Why are your clothes in the other room, sir?" the voice boomed. 

"Because we took them off so they wouldn't get soaked, you dumb bastard!" 

"Walk in and get them, Sir. And next time you have an orgasm, try not to 
spray all over the room. Try to hit the mark!" 

Laughter filled the bathroom from the intercom. 

"Where is this friggin' thing hooked up to?" Mike asked. 

"To your local bar, sir. I'll send in the rescue squad. Hang in there, 
fella." The intercom went dead. 

Shelly looked at Mike and Mike looked at Shelly. Both burst into the 
giggles. 

The rescue squad entered the cabin and threw saw dust on the floor. 

"You can come out of there now, Sir. Watch your step. We are leaving now," 
the booming voice shouted through the bathroom door. 

Shelly and Mike trod to the bed and jumped into their clothes. 

Once in the Buick, Shelly laughed until her sides hurt. "That was really 
bitchin' Mike!" 

Two weeks passed and Shelly didn't hear from Martha or Bob. Then one day 
after work, there was a box on her top step. 

Bob's back. That must be my red rose! 

Martha came to have coffee while Shelly put the rose in water. 

"You have an admirer, Shelly," Martha teased. 

"No, I brought the rose from the hospital." I sure as hell can't tell her 
Bob leaves me a rose every day. 

"Things didn't go too well in Frisco," Martha said, patting her freshly done 
hair. "The pipeline work won't start for a while yet. Bob put in his 
application. They will call him, they said, when the work begins." 

Martha examined her long well manicured nails for a sign of anything less 
than perfection. 

"How much of a job is this? I mean, how long will Bob be away from home?" 

"I'm not sure. It will be a rather big job." Martha took out her mirror to 
check for new wrinkles. "You know, that face job, it is really amazing! 
Makes a person feel years younger." 

You are the picture of perfection, Martha. Even in your forties, you are a 
beautiful person. Not a single hair out of place. Make-up expertly applied. 
A ravishing figure. You could still be a model if you wanted to. Only you'd 
have to model fashions for the middle-aged and that would never do for you. 
Shelly eyed the thoroughly modern clothes Martha wore. She envied the way 
Martha wore her white knit-pants suit. The flaired pants clung to her well 
proportioned bottom. 

Her accessories were gold hoop earrings, a gold chain belt, and gold 
sandals. 

If only you didn't think so much of your looks, Martha, Mike would be 
screwing you instead of me. But he might mess up your hair or bust one of 
your nails. I can just see you sliding around in that Mazola oil on your 
round ass. If a drop got into your hair you'd shit a hairy squeal! Of 
course, the oil up your ass would guard against those imaginary wrinkles of 
yours. Shelly chuckled to herself at the thought of Miss Perfection in a 
puddle of Mazola oil. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Shelly was not at all pleased with herself. For years she had been a 
respectable married person. She had not even flirted with a man. She had 
loved her husband. Then when she found he hadn't been so much in love with 
her, and had been carrying on an affair, a divorce was the only solution. 
Here she was. She had not pnly screwed the neighbor boy, but now she had 
screwed the neighbor boy's father! And she had to face Martha every day. 
Martha didn't know Shelly had balled her son and her husband. This didn't 
make it any easier for Shelly to face Martha. Shelly was always afraid 
something would be said and she'd give herself away to Martha. With the 
return of Martha and Bob, Shelly didn't want to hang around the house and 
face Mike, Bob, and Martha. 

She decided since-it was her day off, she'd take a long ride. She put on her 
gold stretch pants, tank top with matching stripes, her moccasins, grabbed 
her Indian purse and marched herself to the car. 

She decided to drive through the back country. She left the highway and 
turned onto a narrow two-way road. The countryside was beautiful this 
spring. It had been a wet winter and now everything was green and bushy. The 
warm air was sucked into the car and blew her long hair. 

It's great to be out here and away from my loving neighbors. I'll just stay 
gone all day. When I get home my neighbors will be too busy with dinner and 
television to come calling. I don't need to see them today. 

A red light burst forth a warning from the dashboard. Now what is wrong? she 
pondered. Here I am in God's country, no one to figure that red light. 

She slowed her coupe down and eyed the countryside for a farm house. None in 
sight. You dumb car. What is wrong with you? 

The car dragged it's tail in shame and crawled along the road. 

Her nostrils picked up the smell of heat. The red light continued to warn 
her something was wrong. Probably needs a drink of water. 

Up ahead, on the right, she spied a rickity house. She coasted into the 
front yard. A huge dog yapped her arrival. She looked at the size of the 
beast and decided to remain in the car until someone from inside came to her 
rescue. 

The torn screen door squeaked open and a large dirty woman emerged. She had 
on a spotted apron and dried her hands on it. "What can I do fer ya?" 

"My car is hot and I need some water, please," Shelly announced. 

"Come on in fer a spell and cool yerself. I'll get Hubert to fill er up fer 
ya." 

The big dog was running around the car barking. 

"Does the dog bite?" Shelly asked. 

"Naw. He's friendly. Come on, dearie." 

Shelly cautiously approached the wooden house. The steps strained under her 
weight. The old lady announced, "My name is Maude. Hubert is my son." 

Maude proudly ushered Shelly into the parlor. The parlor was her pride and 
joy, only for special visitors. The parlor was a disaster area! "Set yerself 
down, honey. Now what dyou want?" 

Shelly repeated that her car needed water. She sat in the over-sized arm 
chair with the stuffing falling out. 

Maude scratched under her sagging boobs. "Water, huh. Well, we'll have to 
haul it from the well." 

"I thought Hubert would fill it." 

"Who's Hubert? You bring a man with ya? Well, he can haul the water." 

"You said Hubert was your son," Shelly stated. 

"How's come my Hubert is in yer car? 

Besides, I ain't got no son." Maude pulled at her stingy hair. 

"Perhaps I'd better get some water and leave," Shelly said squeamishly. 

"Ya want a drink of water? Why on earth didn't ya say so? We got water in 
the kitchen." Maude pulled up a drooping stocking. 

"We?" 

"Oscar and me. We live here alone. Do ya know Oscar?" 

"We've never met." 

Maude stuck her paw down her neck and felt around. "He's here some place!" 
Shelly was uneasy. 

"Here ya are, you little vixen," and Maude hauled out a tiny mouse. "That is 
Oscar?" 

"Oh, ya know him?" 

"No," Shelly smiled. She's a real ding-a-ling! 

Maude plunked her large butt on the flowered sofa. "Now, what can I do fer 
ya?" 

"Water? Do you have some water?" 

"Gotta conserve water. Been a dry year. Looky over yonder. See how dry them 
hills is?" Maude stroked the mouse's fur. 

Shelly glanced out the dirty window with the torn curtains. 

"Here, you hold Oscar and I'll fetch ya a drink. I can only give ya a sip, 
though. Water's hard to come by, here in the desert." 

Shelly shuddered as Maude thrust the dirty mouse in her lap. 

Maude left to get the water. 

The mouse curled up in Shelly's lap. Ye Gods, what a mess. Her sight fell to 
the shabby rug. Must be one hundred years old. This is for special people? 
Wonder what the rest of the house looks like? 

Maude returned empty handed. "Yer mouse? I got one jest like 'em." 

Shelly rose, handed the mouse to Maude and stated, "I have to go now." 

"Don't run off, dearie. Stay and have tea with me," Maude begged. "Get's 
lonely out here in the swamps. Nobody comes out here much. What is a perty 
thing like you doing out here. There's snakes and lizards in the swamps." 

"I'll have tea with you and then I must leave." Shelly patted Maude's fleshy 
shoulder. Hope to hell she's harmless. 

Maude pushed Oscar in between her heavy boobs and motioned for Shelly to 
follow her. They went into the kitchen. Dishes and pans were piled on every 
surface. The floor had last year's mud on it. 

Maude cleared the wooden table with one sweep of her fat arm. Dishes and 
cups clattered to the floor. "Ain't often I get to entertain," she smiled. 
"Well need these." She bent and picked up two coffee stained cups. Wiping 
them dust free on her ass, she asked, "Do ya want to taste my cider?" 

Shelly nodded, not knowing if she could down anything. 

The big dog romped in the back door which was propped open with a milk can. 
The flies were having a feast on left-over food from a month ago. 

"What brings ya to these parts?" Maude asked reaching to the top shelf. The 
cupboard door was missing and the jug sat high. Not waiting for an answer, 
Maude continued, "Ever tasted home brew? I make it myself." 

The big dog was sniffing Maude's ass. "After tea time, Buster. Jest wait a 
while ... he gets so impatient. Wants it all the time," Maude stated 
matter-of-factly. 

Shelly sat in awe watching Maude. 

Maude poured the liquid into the cups. It was filled with sediment. "Drink 
it down in one gulp. Better that way." Maude pulled up a wooden crate. 

The dog was sniffing Maude's crotch. "Later, Buster. Can't ya see I've got 
compy?" She brushed the dog's nose away. 

"Now, ya was sayin'...." Maude said. 

Shelly shrugged her shoulders. 

"Ya better watch that fergitfullness, honey. Pay attention." Maude swallowed 
all the home brew and poured another. "Ya ain't drinkin'. Ya don't like it?" 

"Yes, it's very good," Shelly choked the brew down. 

"Yes, sir. Sure looks like rain. Here have some more." Maude filled the cup 
again. "Guess I better put out the rain barrel. Back in a minute." She left 
with the dog's nose in her ass. 

Shelly went to the sink and poured the brew in. It was plugged and the brew 
lay there. She glanced out the window. The clouds were dark and menacing. 
Drops of rain hit the windowsill. Shelly reached to close the window. Oops, 
I should have know, no window. 

"It's like I was saying, boys, sure is nice to have compy. I never git ta 
talk, cept to youse guys." Maude was muttering to herself as she came in and 
plunked herself on the crate. "Here ya go, dearie. Have some more." Maude 
filled the empty cup again. 

The rain pelted down. The car ought to be cool enough to drive. I gotta get 
out of here. She isn't with it enough to give me any water. 

"Maude, I thank you very much for your hospitality, but I really must leave. 
It's a long ride back to town and I want to get there before the storm gets 
too bad," Shelly smiled and forged into the rain. 

"Honey ... oh, honey ... you got a flat tire. Ya can't leave now," Maude 
hollered from the door. 

Looking down at the rear tire, Shelly muttered, "Sonofabitch!" She returned 
to the house and a smiling Maude. "I have to get it changed and leave ... 
somehow." 

"Come tomarrie, Luke, next door, will change it fer ya. Have some more 
brew?" Maude was beaming at Shelly. "Luke comes over to check on me twicet a 
week. He thinks I'm crazy," She chuckled. "Jest as long as he keeps comin 
over cuz he thinks I'm crazy, I fuck him twicet a week. I'm not so crazy. I 
git sick of screwin the dog." 

"I knew ya couldn't drive that buggy away if I pounded the nail in far 
enough. You thought I fetched the rain barrel," Maude cackled, "but I killed 
yer tire!" 

"Why would you do a thing like that?" Shelly asked, just a little bit 
exasperated. 

"Cuz I like ya. If I hadn't of did it, ya would of left. I don't get no 
compy out here in the desert." The rain was pouring down. "Now, cuz yer so 
nice, I'll share Buster's prick with ya." 

"God, thanks a lot," Shelly despaired. "That's all I need!" 

"Oh, I'll share Luke with ya, too. I ain't piggish 'bout dongs. See, and 
Luke thinks I'm crazy. I ain't crazy. Am I crazy?" 

"Oh, no, Maude. You're in great shape," Shelly said filled with pity. 

"That damn friggin' mouse is biting my tits. If he don't be good, I'll put 
him to bed!" 

She likes her animals. She likes Luke. She likes me. She does her best to 
make me feel at home. Really quite harmless, but she's way out! The only 
rotten thing she has done is flatten my tire, and that's because she's 
lonesome. Poor thing. She's dingier than a hoot owl. 

Night set in. 

"I'll get us some vittles. Would ya please mess with this dog while I get us 
something to eat? 

He's had a hard-on all day. I usually give it to him every afternoon. But 
today was different ... Why was today different? ... Oh, yeah ... I had 
compy ... Who was here? ... You been here all day, who came to visit?" Maude 
rambled on. 

Shelly called the dog and petted it. 

"Naw, that's not what he wants. Grab onto his dick and jerk it a couple 
times." Maude opened a can of beans with a screwdriver and hammer. "I'm 
gonna use my best china fer ya ... Yer somethin' special." 

Shelly was honored. 

The dog put his front feet up in Shelly's lap. He rode her leg. 

"Now, now, boy. I'll help you out," Shelly cooed. 

She reached under him and grabbed his dong. 

"Don't get him too hot, honey, he likes to crawl on a real hole," Maude 
remarked over her shoulder. 

Shelly held the dog's prick in her hand and the dog did all the work. He was 
hunching his back and punching it to Shelly's hand. She felt his shaft 
throb. The dog whined and grunted. He moved faster and faster. His tail came 
forward between his legs. Shelly held his dick tighter. The dog was wild! He 
stuck his nose in Shelly's crotch and began to lick her pants. He punched 
and punched. Faster and faster the dog thrust. He sniffed. He licked. He 
whined. He grunted. 

OOOOOOUUUUUUHHHHHH! the dog howled and juice spurted and spurted and sloshed 
in Shelly's hand. 

"Damn him, that dumb dog will be pooped for a while. I was gonna let him 
crawl on me after supper. Now we'll both have to wait fer a while," Maude 
sighed. 

The dog crawled off in the corner to recuperate. 

Shelly washed the jazz off her hand in the brew in the plugged sink. 

Maude served the beans on her best china ... cracked and chipped as it was, 
it was china. 

"I don't know how good a screwin' Buster can give ya tonight. He's plum 
petered out. I'll let him fuck you first so you gets the best. Unless ifin I 
start the smudge pot a burnin', Luke will come a runnin' and you can have 
him first." Maude chewed open mouthed. 

"This is too much," Shelly sighed. 

"Well, ifin it's too much, maybe you better take on the dog. Oh, hell work 
up a good hard, but he ain't nothin' compared to Luke. That stud as young as 
he is, can holda hard-on longer than anybody. Hell fuck all night if you let 
him." Maude blew her nose on her apron. "This wet weather in the desert 
really bothers my nose." 

Maude carried the kerosene lamp to her bedroom. Shelly followed. 

"Strip off them clothes, dearie, and jump in bed. I'll call the dog." 

Shelly tossed her clothes onto the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. She 
sat on the edge of the bed. The springs squeaked and sagged. There were no 
sheets, just a straw-filled piece of material. A blanket was hanging over 
the bottom post. 

Maude appeared at the door with Buster. He lunged on the bed and sniffed at 
Shelly's tits. 

"Lay down and let him go to work on you. Be with you in a minute." 

Shelly laid down and the dog sniffed her nest. She spread her legs and the 
dog's nose pried into her moist cavity. The dog began to snort. Buster 
lapped her slit. He licked her asshole. He licked her clit. He stuck his 
nose into her hole and whined. His flanks punched the air. Shelly grabbed 
his dick and pulled forward and pushed backward. The dog crawled between her 
legs and pushed his dick up against her moist cavity. Hot lips came down on 
Shelly's nipples as Maude joined the party. Maude sucked and nibbled 
Shelly's tits. The dog jabbed his rigid flesh into her cunt and banged and 
retracted. He hunched over her and jabbed and jabbed. Maude sucked and 
nibbled at Shelly's peaked breasts. Shelly thrust her hand into Maude's 
cavity. Faster and faster they worked. Harder and harder the dog fucked. 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" Shelly yelled as the cum gushed from her vagina. 

The dog's dick throbbed in her soppy hole. Faster and harder he pumped! He 
snorted and let out a howl...."OOOOOOOHHHHHHGGGGG!" 

Shelly's fingers were working inside Maude. Back and forth. In and out. She 
stuck a finger in Maude's asshole and pumped it to her. Her thumb twitted 
her clit. In and out. In and out! 

AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! and Maude went off in surges of juice. 

The two women lay beat. The dog was busy licking the cum out of Shelly's 
crack. When he finished, he jumped over to Maude and licked her slit with 
long laps of his tongue. 

The dog slept between the two women. 

The sun came up brightly. Maude dressed and took Buster to the kitchen. 
Shelly lay naked and sleeping. 

A tall man entered the kitchen and swatted Maude on the ass. 

"Mornin' Maudie," Luke said. 

"Sssshhh. I got compy. She ain't up yet." 

"Who'd come to see you?" Luke asked pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

"I don't know who she is...." 

"She? You mean you got a woman here? ... Is she perty?" 

"See fer yerself. She's in the bed," Maude urged. 

Luke set his cup down and was followed by Maude into the bedroom. 

Luke thrust his hands into his overalls and whistled slowly. He looked at 
the round domes with pink tips. His eyes followed down the slim waistline to 
full honeyed hips. He stared at her nest. 

His hands clutched his prick from inside his pockets. 

"Boy, I'd like fucking that snatch. Got a hard-on, too," he moaned. 

"I'll start breakfast for the three of us. Go ahead and screw her. I'll call 
ya fer eatin'," Maude stated, walking out of the room. 

"I'll just eat her. Fergit the vittles," Luke whispered. 

Shelly woke up and looked at the man over her. He was fortyish. He was slim 
and hard looking. His hair was auburn and he hadn't shaved. 

"You must be Luke." 

"Yep." 

"If you'll leave, I'll get dressed. I wish you'd change a tire for me. I 
have to get back to town." 

"Fuckin' time first," he drawled. "I thought you came calling on Maude. 
Aren't you hers?" 

"Nope, I'll fuck you first. I'll get to fuckin' her later." 

Luke unbuttoned his overalls and dropped them His shirt offered no 
resistance and he didn't wear skivvies. 

He had a hard-on for sure. His prick was tall over his balls. "You ready?" 
he asked. 

"No. You just think you are going to jump on and wham, bam, thank you ma'am? 
You haven't even touched me yet. I'm just supposed to come from looking at 
you?" 

Luke sat on the bed beside Shelly. His rough hands caressed her tits. 

He slid his hands to her buttocks. With strong fingers he spread her cheeks 
and lowered his head to tongue her asshole. He kissed her asshole and stuck 
his head between her legs. He slid his tongue to her vagina. His tongue 
darted in and out of her tunnel. His hot breath shot up her channel. He 
flipped her on her back and continued to tongue his way to her clit. Back 
and forth on her clit, he tongued. Up and down. He nibbled at the bud. He 
sucked her clit. 

Her juices ran hot. He lapped at her cunt. He sucked her hole. He thrust his 
tongue in and out, in and out. 

Shelly flushed. Heat burst through her body. 

Luke was breathing groans. His nostrils quivered. He tongued up to her clit. 
He buried his nose in her pussy. He nibbled up her belly to her neck. He 
sucked her tongue. She thrust her tongue back into his mouth. He threw her 
legs up over his shoulders and snubbed his rigid flesh to her hole. He 
pierced into her promised land and grunted with every stab. He stabbed and 
stabbed at her moist cave. Her vaginal muscles pulled him in farther. He 
hovered over her tits and bit her nipples. He punched his prick home! 

AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! he went off in her. 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" her juices joined his. 

The cum dripped off his dick as he pulled out. "Let's go see what Maudie has 
to eat," he said nonchalantly. 

Luke ate breakfast off the tin plate with his dong hanging over his nuts. 
"If I put it away, I'll jest have to git it out to scew Maudie after 
breakfast," he jested. 

Shelly ate her side-meat on thick slices of bread. She kept an eye on Luke's 
tool for signs of resurrection. 

"We better screw now, while we're eating, Luke. Ya gotta fix her tire and 
git back to yer wife," Maude reasoned. 

Maude slid her wide ass on the table. Luke held his bread in one hand and 
the other hand jabbed and prodded at Maude's hole. He took a bit of 
side-meat and chewed while watching his hand slide in and out of her cunt. 
Maude lay on the table, her legs wide apart. Luke's fingers jabbed. 

"You ain't juicin' up too fast, Maudie," Luke stated pulling his fingers out 
of her tunnel. "Look, honey. Nothing on my hand." 

"There's some honey, put some in my slit." 

Luke dug his fingers into the honey-pot and lathered her crack with the 
sticky stuff. "That's better. Feel how easy I glide in and out?" He took 
another bite of side-meat. 

"I'm about ready," Maude announced. 

"Slide on," he said munching his bread. 

Maude slid off the table and on to his rigid cock. She proceeded to slide up 
and down on his pole while he filled his mouth. The dog came to Luke and put 
his nose to Luke's balls. The dog began to lick the hot honey that ran from 
Maude's hole onto Luke's nuts. 

Maude jumped up and down on his rod. She came down with such force Luke went 
off ... A A A AH I IE E EE E! 

Maude followed ... AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! 

The dog lapped up the cum and honey mixture. Maude climbed off Luke's prick 
and the dog licked his rubbery dick clean. 

After Luke changed Shelly's tire she started out the driveway. She heard 
Maude say, "Wonder what she stopped here for?" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The summer night was still hot when Shelly returned home after work. As 
usual, on her top step, was a box with one red rose. She took it in the 
trailer and carefully put it in water. 

Poor Bob. He's really got a case on me. I'm sure I don't know what to do 
about it. I don't want to screw him again. Once was too much. He's so young 
... and well hung! God! But, I'm not hung on him. I've known him so long. Or 
am I hung on him? No. I'm too old for him. I've got to talk to someone about 
this situation. I don't want to ruin his life ... or mine. He is one fine 
looking dude and a terrific lover! But I'm old enough to be his mother. If 
he was good then, I'll bet he is out of sight now. He's had a couple of 
years to practice on someone. I wonder who he's been with? Surely he hasn't 
sat around doing nothing. He's bound to have screwed around with someone. 
I'll bet he's the best stud around! 

She picked up the phone book and thumbed through the yellow pages. Under 
Physicians and Surgeons she looked for a doctor that specializes in 
psychiatry. She located a doctor in her neighborhood and vowed she'd call 
him the first available opportunity. She would talk this problem out. There 
were doctors at her hospital, but she didn't care to involve her personal 
problems with anyone at work. 

Shelly walked up the brick sidewalk to the Doctor's house. She rang the 
bell. She waited. The door was opened by a short pudgy man with glasses. 

"Mrs. Wooten?" he asked. 

"Yes. Are you Doctor Pritchard?" 

"Yes. Come in." He led her to his office off the hallway. The doctor 
motioned for Shelly to sit in the large leather chair facing his desk. "Now, 
Mrs. Pritchard, you wanted to talk to me?" 

Shelly was nervous. She had never been to a head shrinker. She was quite 
queezy about the whole thing. "Yes. I have a small problem." 

"Would you like to tell me about it?" 

"I thought I wanted to tell someone." She hesitated. "I guess it's really 
too petty to discuss." 

"Whatever it is, my dear, it must bother you quite a bit ... or you wouldn't 
be here." He smiled. 

Shelly glanced around the book-filled room. "Well ... I don't exactly know 
where to begin." 

"Just take your time." The doctor settled himself behind the massive desk. 
He folded his fat hands and waited. 

"There's this young fellow ... and he thinks he's in love ... with me." 

The doctor nodded. 

"He's just a kid!" She burst forth. 

"How old is the young man?" 

"Nineteen." 

"What's the problem? Are you in love with him?" 

"Definitely not!" 

"Why does it bother you that he's in love with you then?" 

"I don't want to hurt him." 

"If he's going to get hurt, that's his problem. He should be coming to me." 

Shelly twisted her hanky. 

"You have no control over his emotions. It's your emotions we are concerned 
with," the doctor smiled understandingly. 

"I have no emotions about it," Shelly lied. 

The doctor sat quietly. 

"Well, I don't!" 

The doctor patiently waited. 

Shelly got up and walked to the window. 

"Why are you looking at me?" she wheeled around. 

The doctor said nothing. 

Shelly paced. "I guess I have some feeling for him." 

The doctor said nothing. 

"He's a neighbor. I've know him since he was a child ... He's not much more 
than a child now. I'm old enough to be his mother." 

"Have you ever slept with him?" 

She ignored his question. "He sends me flowers. His mother is-my best 
friend. She'd have fits if she knew." 

"Knew what?" 

"That Bob is in love with me. Bob is her only child. She worships him. She 
wouldn't like him to be in love with me. I'm forty-years-old." 

"She doesn't like you?" 

"Oh, yes. But she wouldn't want me to mess around with her son." 

"Do you mess around, as you phrase it?" 

Shelly made no comment. 

"Usually in a case like this, if you have not encouraged the lad, he will 
find someone else." 

"I haven't encouraged him. I have gone with many men. He knows that." 

"There must be some reason he thinks he loves you. A young man of nineteen 
is in his best years, sex wise. Now if you haven't had sex with him, why is 
he in love with you?" 

"I had sex with him once." Shelly lowered her head. 

"Did you enjoy it?" Shelly nodded. 

"Then he must have known what he was doing ... to be able to satisfy an 
experienced woman. At nineteen, most of them are concerned only with 
themselves." 

"He wasn't nineteen when we had sex." 

The doctor looked at her quizically. 

"He was a sixteen-year-old virgin." 

"That would explain his strong attachment. You were his first experience. He 
feels he did wrong and owes you something ... or did you seduce him...?" 

"No, I did not!" 

"You must have done something to encourage a youth of that age. Are you 
saying he raped you?" 

"N ... n ... no," she stammered. 

"Then you were cooperative." 

"You make it sound dirty ... and it wasn't!" 

"I don't make it sound any way. I am merely trying to get the facts," he 
corrected. 

"He came to my house. I had a broken zipper. One thing led to another and he 
got carried away. He was forceful ... but not to the point of being brutal." 

"This episode seems to be very vivid in your mind, for having occurred so 
long ago," the doctor remarked. 

"I remember it like it was yesterday. I relive it whenever I see him." 

"Why?" 

"He lives next door. I can't help but see him!" she snapped. 

"Even seeing him every day, you do not have to relive an experience that 
happened years ago. Do you relive every experience you have?" 

"Of course not!" 

"Why are you so upset about one sexual experience?" 

Tears came to Shelly's eyes. "I guess it's because every time I see him, I 
think how great he was that day. Doctor, I've tried to forget him, honestly 
I have! I've been with men, all kinds of men since then. With every man, I 
try to blot out this young stud! I can't do it." 

"What makes this young man so different? Is it his technique?" 

"No. I've been with men with all kinds of techniques. I've been with men of 
all ages. I've had sex every way there is to have it. But with Bob, it's 
different!" she sobbed. 

"Do you enjoy sex with all these other men?" the doctor asked. 

"Yes, but with him it's different. He is so sweet ... so kind ... and really 
a good fellow ... he's just great." 

"Would you say love enters into it at all?" 

"I think a lot of him ... I've known him for years...." 

The doctor waited. 

"If I do permit myself to love him, it's an impossible situation!" she 
screamed. "His parents would never stand still for it!" 

"Who can determine what is right for anyone else? Can his parents live his 
life for him? Who is involved here? You and the young man are the only ones 
concerned in this problem." 

"His mother tries to live his life for him," Shelly said. 

"Then he will have to stand up to her. That's another problem. We are here 
to help you." 

Shelly was wrought. "I know I am in love with him," she confessed. 

"What are you going to do about it?" 

"I don't know," she sighed. 

"Anything a person cannot have, is what that person wants most. Have you 
thought of going with him for a while? You both will find out if you really 
want each other. Want each other enough to take on the condemnation of his 
mother ... and others who might not approve." 

Shelly pondered the idea. 

"My dear, you are quite upset about this whole problem. I think we have made 
remarkable progress today. What you need to do is to relax. Release your 
problem for a while. You can think about it while you have dinner with an 
old bachelor, me. If you have nothing else to do for a while, we can take a 
swim in my pool and then bar-be-que some steaks. Would you like that?" the 
doctor asked. 

Shelly was quite tired from their talk. A refreshing swim and something to 
eat would hit the spot. She agreed and he led her to the back yard. His pool 
was kidney-shaped and shimmered in the twilight. 

"You do not need a suit here. I have no inhibitions and you shouldn't 
either," he assured her. 

Shelly slipped her mini over her head. The doctor looked at the round bosoms 
that overflowed her tiny bra. 

"I think you have too many inhibitions, my dear," he remarked as he eagerly 
removed his suit. 

Shelly stripped off her bikini panties. 

The doctor gaped at her bush. Quickly he pulled his shorts off. 

Shelly unhooked her bra and released her tits. 

The doctor didn't look at all professional as his prick pushed up into his 
sagging belly. 

Shelly pranced to the pool edge, her breasts bouncing gingerly. She dived 
into the blue water. 

The doctor flicked on the underwater lights and hurriedly joined her. His 
fleshy body splashed into the deep water. He frantically swam three lengths 
of the pool attempting to quell his protruding dong. 

Shelly swam gracefully to the shallow water to join him. 

The two naked bodies porpoised their way several lengths of the pool. The 
water was well lighted and the slick bodies glided smoothly. 

Shelly's curves shimmered provacatively before the lights. The doctor swam 
close to her rubbing his round belly on her ass. His dong swung loose under 
his protruding gut. Shelly's jutting breasts gleamed. Her nipples were hard. 
The doctor played little games. He swam around her. He swam away. He did a 
surface dive and swam between her spread legs. He nibbled her cunt on the 
way through her legs. A chill went up Shelly's spine. 

She swam between his legs and gave his rod a gentle nip. 

The doctor's flesh became rigid. 

The next time she swam between his legs she pressed her face to his nuts. 

The pudgy man was delighted. His shaft pressed into his belly. 

Shelly swam to the edge and leaped out of the pool. The doctor was 
fascinated by the wiggling of her ass as she climbed out. 

She strutted to the diving board. Her pubic hair clung to her skin. She 
poised herself on the end of the board. The doctor looked up at her crack. 
Shelly jumped spread legged into the pool. The doctor glimpsed her hole as 
she jumped. She swam the length of the pool and jumped out. The water 
cascaded from her body, body. 

When she approached the board again, the doctor positioned himself below it. 
He took his rigid flesh in his fat hands to hold it out from his belly. 

"Can you hit my stump?" Shelly eyed the purplish knob, jumped spread legged 
into the water. She missed his rod. The water rushed in around them. They 
laughed and spit the bubbling water from their mouths. 

"Let's try it again," the doctor panted. 

"How about the slide?" Shelly asked gingerly climbing the ladder. 

She sat on the top of the slide. The doctor stood at the bottom in the 
water. Shelly spread her legs. The doctor gazed at her promised land. 

Shelly hesitated, to give the doctor a good look at her cunt. Down the slide 
and into the water she came. The doctor watched her approach and adjusted 
his position to snag her hole on his prick. Contact!!!! 

Her vagina encased his dick. 

"Jesus," muttered the doctor. 

"Fuck it to me, man," Shelly squealed. 

The doctor jumped up and down in the water sliding his penis in and out. 
Shelly rode his dick. She clamped her shapely legs around his plump ass. 

The doctor held her tightly to his body. He bent to suck her nipples and 
scarfed up a mouthful of water instead. Her cavity sucked up his prick. He 
speared her hole again and again. 

"Can you cum?" he said hotly into her ear. 

"Before you, baby," she breathed. The pumping he gave her made her frenzied. 
Her hips met his wildly. It was animal the way she dug her heels into his 
ass and bumped his prick. 

AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE! she went off. 

One last jab of his rod and AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE! 

They floated free of each other. Shelly's melons bobbed above the water. Her 
long black hair floated on the surface. 

The doctor's belly was a huge balloon above the water. His dick floated 
limply. 

"I certainly do envy that young stud of yours," the doctor said, eyeing her 
crotch. 

Shelly lay on the lounge, knees up, legs apart, in complete relaxation. 

The doctor sat at her feet. 

Shelly was dreamy. "You think I should go with him, huh?" 

"If you should decide you want him, marry him. Standards are changing. 
Happiness is what counts." He ran his hand up her leg to her pussy. He 
fingered her nest. He separated her lips and slipped his fingers into her 
slit. Gently he massaged her clit. He leaned forward to taste of her tits. 

A woman emerged from the house and walked to them. "Hello, Henry." 

"Oh, hello, dear, Mrs. Wooten, this is my wife, Mrs. Pritchard," the doctor 
explained. He never stopped twitting her clit. 

"Hi," Shelly murmured. 

"Is this one of your clients, Henry?" 

"Yes, dear. Mrs. Wooten has a problem I am helping her with," he explained. 

The doctor slid a finger into Shelly's hole. He was quite unconcerned that 
his wife was watching. 

"Mrs. Wooten," Mrs. Pritchard addressed her, "My husband is an excellent 
doctor. If anyone can help you with your problem, I'm sure he can." 

Shelly nodded. The doctor fingered her asshole. Mrs. Pritchard left with a 
wave. 

The doctor continued his fingering. Shelly couldn't tell if he had a hard-on 
or not. His belly hung over his genitals. He sucked her nipples. He moved up 
to straddle her pelvis and poked his prick up against her breasts. He moved 
his dong back and forth on her nipples. Her nipples were hard. His rigid 
pole pressed her tits. 

"I'd say the doctor has a problem. You are horny as hell, sir." 

He thrust his fat dick to her face. "Suck it for me. 

Shelly tongued the tip of his cock. She was getting interested in giving him 
a good blow-job. 

"Oh, my God!" he jumped off her and grabbed a bottle of pills from the 
table. Quickly he popped one. "Nitro-glycerin," he explained. "I have this 
heart condition and I can't take a blow job." He excused himself and 
retreated into the house. 

Shelly waited a few minutes. When he didn't return, she dressed and let 
herself out the side gate. 

When she returned to her duplex, there was the red rose. Tears came to her 
eyes. Now I have the doctor's go ahead, I can release myself to Bob. I have 
fought him for years. Now when he comes over, I won't fight him anymore. I 
do love him. Maybe if I go with him long enough I'll get enough of his 
He-Man-fucks. Maybe he won't like me. Maybe I won't like him. This is a deal 
that I'll either marry him or get over him, once and for all. 

Shelly went into the bathroom and douched. She then ran a warm tub and 
submerged her honeyed body. She allowed herself time to soak up the warmth 
of the sudsy water. Her olive tipped domes peered out of the suds. 

After she got out of the tub, she primped for an hour in front of the 
mirror. She brushed her long black hair until it shone. She carefully 
applied the palest pink lipstick to her lush lips. She brushed on blue 
eye-shadow and covered her long lashes with mascara. She surveyed herself in 
the mirror. Her breasts jutted. Her hips housed paradise. She walked on air 
into her lavender bedroom. She hummed a happy tune to herself, Everything is 
beautiful in it's own way, like a summer's starry night and a snow plow on a 
winter's day. Everything is beautiful ... for Bob and me from now on. 

She was happy and at peace. She chose an orange lace bra and pushed her tits 
into it. The buds were covered, but she rounded over the top. She slipped 
into orange bikini panties. She donned her orange hot pants suit with the 
low neckline. She gave her hair several more swipes with the brush and 
walked to the kitchen. 

She absently went through the process of mixing herself a screwdriver and 
sat her round butt on a kitchen chair where she could easily see Bob's car 
if and when it rounded the corner. 

Everything is beautiful, in it's own way ... and, baby, your prick is 
beautiful, in any way! To hell with Martha, to hell with Mike, and to hell 
with society! I'm going to have my young stud. I'm going to have you, Bob 
for as long as you want me. 

She finished her drink and made another. 

She waited. No Bob came home. 

I don't want to be smashed when he comes home. I want to tell him how I've 
wanted him for so long. No other man turns me on the way he does. His looks, 
his body, everything about him is so bitchin'. I want him tonight, tomorrow 
night, and forever. 

It was getting late. Shelly mixed another drink. She was glued to her view 
of the street. No Bob rounded the corner. 

I wonder where he is? He's probably at his buddy's house. He'll be smashed 
when he gets home. Oh, well, that stud could screw if he was two-thirds 
dead. Hope nothing has happened to him. I could call Martha and ask where he 
is ... No, she's going to be pissed off enough when Bob tells her about us. 
Be patient, be patient. I have the rest of my life to hold him. His young 
hard body is always hot with passion. He wants me as badly as I want him. 

Shelly fixed another drink. 

That throbbing prick of his will feel so good. I've never sucked him off. I 
bet he'll like a blow job. It's so good, especially when you love someone. 
He'll hold me in his arms and kiss me. His warm tongue will find mine. He'll 
kiss my tits and bite my nipples. 

Shelly drank another drink and waited.-No car came around the corner. No Bob 
came home. Shelly dozed. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Shelly woke the next morning still sitting facing the window. She had to go 
to work. She quickly chose a uniform and had a cup of coffee. Her head hurt! 
Damn drinking! All I need is a hangover at work today. 

When she backed her car out, she noticed Bob's car wasn't in his driveway. 
He must have a job. That's it! He was out last night celebrating his new 
job. I'll tell him tonight how much I want him. With him working and me 
working, we'll really have it made! 

The day dragged for Shelly. She looked at the clock a hundred times an hour. 
Her mind was not on her patients. She did her work the best her mind would 
let her, but all she could think about was Bob ... Bob ... Bob. 

When she got home, there was no red rose on her step. She was down-hearted 
as she walked next door. She knocked. 

Martha answered. "Come on in, Shelly. You look tired. Rough day at the 
hospital?" 

"Yes. I'm pooped." 

"I just made some lemonade. Would you like a glass?" 

Shelly nodded and lighted a cigarette. 

"You'll never guess what happened to Bob," Martha hollered from the kitchen. 
"That job, you know the pipeline in San Francisco? Well, they called him 
yesterday and want him to be there this morning. He took off yesterday. You 
weren't home yet. He came over to tell you his good news. Now he's gone for 
a while. Hell be back on a week-end. Here's your lemonade." 

Shelly's heart fell. Now I'll have to wait. 

The rest of Martha's conversation went in one ear and out the other. Shelly 
was thinking about Bob. How long would he be gone? 

Finally Shelly excused herself and went home. She had built herself up to 
having a ball with Bob and now he was gone. But not forever. He'll be back 
on the week-end. I'll see him then. I'll love him and he'll know I love him 
by the good screw I give him. I'll wait. It won't be forever. It'll be 
better this way anyway. When we get married, we'll move to San Francisco and 
be away from his mother. We won't have any static from anyone. Great. I'll 
wait. He's waited for me for three years. I guess I can wait for a week. 

One week ran into two weeks and two weeks ran into a month. Bob did not come 
home. Shelly waited. She asked Martha how he was doing up the coast. Martha 
said he was really busy. He didn't have time to write to her much, but he 
called every Friday night. Shelly waited. 

It was a Saturday morning when Bob knocked on Shelly's door. She was in her 
robe and her hair was rolled. 

"Come in, Bob," she beamed. 

"Hi, stranger." He grinned that impish grin of his. 

They sat together on the gold sofa smoking. 

"Tell me all about your job," Shelly pleaded. 

"It's welding. We're putting in a pipeline. The weather up there is colder 
than down here, but I like it." 

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I missed you." 

"Hey, what's this? I chase you for years and you turn me off every time. 
Now, cuz I've been gone a while, I get a kiss?" 

"Bob, I have so much to tell you. It'll take me a while to tell you all of 
it. Now I want to make love to you. Then we'll talk. Will you love me?" she 
asked. 

"Right on, chick." 

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. 

She peeled back the satin spread. The lavender silk sheets gleamed. 

Bob undressed her slowly. He unsnapped her robe and stripped it off her 
shoulders. She stood naked before him. Her crack was hot. 

Bob slipped out of his pullover shirt. His chest was more developed than 
before. He had more hair curling on the muscles. He unbuckled his belt and 
slid his flared pants to the floor. His prick must have grown. She 
remembered it as huge, but now he was gigantic! 

Her juices began to run. Sonofabitch, I'm going to have an orgasm just 
looking at him. 

His big hands slid around her waist. He pulled her to him. His dong pressed 
against her belly. It was a burning rod. He bent and kissed her warmly and 
wetly. 

Shelly melted. He was better at kissing than he had been. 

He tongued her cheek and went to her ear. He kissed her warmly on the lobe 
and thrust his hot tongue in her ear. 

She sank to the bed. He crawled on beside her. He took her in his husky arms 
and held her close. 

Her whole body pulsated! 

His mouth went to her tits and he kissed her nipples. He sucked her nipples. 
His hand went to her mound. He caressed the pubic hair. His fingers slid 
into her crack. 

Her juices ran wild. Heat burst in her. Her head reeled. She tingled to his 
touch. 

He slipped his fingers into her cunt. He moved them side to side sending 
frantic vibrations into her soul. 

Shelly lay panting. Her eyes closed. She was in heaven. 

Bob tongued his way from her nipples down her belly. His mouth was hot and 
wet. 

Shelly moved her hips to press his fingers deeper into her cavity. 

Bob buried his face in her nest. His hot breath penetrated to her clit. She 
was in a state of ecstasy. 

Bob slipped his tongue into her crack and gently slid his tongue to her 
hole. 

Shelly shuddered with delight. 

He thrust his tongue into her cavity. His hot breath scorched her cunt. He 
sucked her juices and lapped her crack. He moved his tongue back to her 
asshole. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her hole. 

Shelly moaned. 

Bob crawled between her legs while he tongued his way back to her breasts. 
He pushed his huge cock to her hole. 

Shelly was wildly begging, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I've waited so long 
for this moment. Give it to me! Give it to me! I want you! Ram it to me! 
Hurt me! Do anything and everything to me! Fuck me! Screw me!" 

"I'll give it to you, baby." And he rammed his cock deep into her vagina. He 
pumped and pumped. 

"I can't take much of this," Shelly gasped. Bob held her ass in his hands. 
He thumped his dick into her. 

She was crying in pure delight. Her crack was wet. Her cunt cried for more 
... more ... more! 

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed. 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" he roared and sent shot after shot of cum into her hole. 

He rolled off her perspiring body. They lay together spent. 

"Bob, You know I've wanted you ever since that first time," Shelly sighed. 
"This was better than I ever remembered." 

Bob lay quietly, eyes closed. 

"I have tried to fight you, honey. I can't. I love you, Bob." 

Bob opened his eyes and looked at her. "You what?" 

"I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want you to fuck me the rest 
of my life!" 

"You love me? Better late than never I guess." 

"What do you mean, better late than never?" she asked. 

"I don't know how to tell you this, Shelly. I've been gone a while. There's 
a girl in San Francisco. She has an apartment in the same building as I do 
... I took her to dinner a couple of times." 

"That's fine, Bob. So you have taken a girl to dinner. I love you, though. 
We mean so much to each other. I have always known it, but wouldn't admit 
it. Oh, Bob, at last we can be together." She leaned to kiss him tenderly. 

Bob pushed her away and sat up. His dong lay lifeless between his legs. He 
hesitated ... "Shelly, this girl means more to me than a dinner companion." 

Shelly sat up. "I'll understand if you've had sex with her. Over the years 
I've had sex, too, you know. I'm not that much of a prude." 

Bob put his hand on Shelly's thigh. 

She tingled at his touch. 

"I'm going to marry this girl," Bob stated. 

"Marry her? Bob, you can't! It's going to be you and I! You can't do this to 
me! ... to us! ... What we've got is good!" Shelly cried. The tears streamed 
down her cheeks. "Honey, I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but I didn't 
think it was right for me to love you. Now I know it is right! There is 
nothing left for me but you. I tried to fight my feelings for you, but I 
can't! Don't you understand, I love you?" Shelly argued. Her hand went to 
his young face. "Tell me you don't love me! Tell me you didn't like this 
last screwing! Tell me I don't turn you on! Tell me!" She was screaming. 

Bob stood up. He picked up his clothes. Putting on his pants, he said, 
"Okay, Shelly, I'll tell you. I do not love you. I love Meg. I am not going 
to marry you. I am going to marry Meg. I wish you'd understand. I want you 
to meet her. I've known you so long. You are like a part of the family, 
almost like my mother." 

"Now I'm like a mother to you! You sonofabitch, when you fuck me, am I like 
your mother?" she screamed. 

"Shelly, you are a bit ... too old ... for me. You and my mother are bosom 
buddies. You are the same age as she is ... lacking a few months." 

"That didn't seem to bother you up until now!" 

"I'm not going to argue about it. I love Meg and I'm going to marry her. She 
is flying down here tomorrow. I want you to accept the fact you and I are 
ka-put ... done ... finished. I hope you'll like her. I want you to be at 
the wedding. For years you've had a hand in my life, like graduation, my 
birthdays, and all major events. This wouldn't be complete if you didn't 
come," he begged. He slipped on his shoes and walked to the front door. 
Looking back at Shelly's nude body, he smiled. "See you tomorrow?" 

Shelly threw herself on the bed and sobs flooded her body. Boy, what a put 
down! As old as his mother! ... well, I am, hut that never bothered him 
before! Sonofabitch ... I want him ... She won't get him ... I love him! ... 
What the hell does she know about love? ... He's mine ... mine ... mine ... 
That young stud can't want her....Shelly's body was racked with pain. She 
sobbed herself to sleep. 

Meg arrived. Bob brought her to Shelly's apartment. 

"Shelly, this is Meg. Meg, this is Shelly, she is my mother's best friend. 
Whenever my mother isn't around, Shelly is like a second mother to me. I 
think the world of her." Bob hugged Shelly's shoulders impersonally. 

"So glad to meet you," Meg said and smiled sweetly. 

Like a second mother indeed! He sure is putting me in my place ... makes me 
feel like Grandma Moses. Then out loud, "I have some cookies and milk, would 
you children like some?" There, you bastard, that's what you are to me, a 
child! 

"Sure would," Bob smiled, ignoring the dig. 

Shelly invited them into her kitchen. She put a plate of assorted cookies on 
the table and poured milk. "Bobby always has liked my cookies, ever since he 
was in grammar school. He'd come over here and tell me all his little 
stories and eat my cookies. Of course, he is still a baby to me. He just 
isn't old enough to be a husband, in my estimation," Shelly gouged. 

"Older people just can't realize that the younger generation can assume 
responsibility," Meg reasoned innocently. 

I don't like this girl. Shelly was furious! Older generation, younger 
generation, crap! 

Shelly appraised Meg. She was about eighteen. Her long blond hair hung 
straight below her shoulders. Her eyes were clear as a blue lake. She wore 
no make-up. She didn't need it, damn it! Her body was lean. Her small 
breasts were well covered by a high necked sweater. Her hips filled her navy 
flairs to perfection. There was nothing sexy about her. She was the picture 
of innocence. She's so damn little. She's not really skinny, she has boobs, 
but certainly not full ones like mine. Her hips are inviting, I suppose, if 
you like half grown girls. Now I am a woman, she's a child. What the hell 
could he see in that kid? 

Bob put his arm around Meg and beamed at her. She smiled at him. 

"Isn't she just beautiful, Shelly?" Bob patted Meg affectionately. 

"She's a pretty child," Shelly stated flatly. 

"You will come to the wedding? It will be a small one at Bob's house. Just 
members of the family. You being Bob's second mother, we both want you 
there," Meg smiled sweetly. 

"Yeah, I'll be there. I always wanted to be at Bob's wedding." Of course, I 
thought I'd be the bride. You think I ought to come in a wheelchair, you 
little shit. 

"We better go, honey. We have a lot to do before the wedding," Bob squeezed 
Meg. 

"Whatever you say, Bob," Meg held his hand. 

Whatever you say, Bob, Whatever you say. God, she is sickening. She's so 
damn sweet and agreeable. The way she looks at him, you'd think he was 
Christ! Shelly was green with envy. 

Bob and Meg left arm in arm cooing at each other. 

Sickening, sickening. I can't see why he's so hung on her! She's nothing! 
Half grown little runt! A guy like him needs a full gown woman, like me! 
Shelly threw the glasses in the sink. 

Wedding plans were in full swing. Everyone was going to and fro. Martha 
ordered flowers. The minister was notified. Bob bought a new suit. Meg's 
dress had been delivered. 

Shelly watched with tears in her eyes and a broken heart. 

Bob and Meg were in a world all their own. The love-birds were oblivious to 
everything but each other. 

The day before the wedding, Martha and Meg had some last minute shopping to 
do. They left in a bustling hurry. 

Mike was at work. That left Bob at home alone taking a nap. 

Shelly was not about to give up on Bob so easily. She put on her red mini 
dress, combed her hair to a sheen and dashed over to Bob's duplex. 

"I thought Martha would be here," Shelly lied. 

"Come in." Bob held the door wide. 

"How are the plans going?" Shelly asked. That was a stupid question, for 
Martha had included Shelly in every gory detail. 

"Fine. Just fine." Bob seated himself in the rocker. 

"Bob, don't go through this wedding with her! Can't we get together? I love 
you, baby," Shelly pleaded. 

"I told you before, I love her." 

"What's to love? She is just a little girl. She can't do for you what I can 
do." Shelly came to the side of his rocker. 

"She may be a child to you. To me she's a young woman," Bob argued. "She can 
do anything you can do. She loves me. I love her. That's it, Shelly!" 

Shelly bent to kiss him. 

"Knock it off, huh? Meg and Mom will be home any minute. I don't want them 
to catch us now." Bob pushed Shelly away. 

Shelly came back at him like a yo-yo. "You have wanted me for years. Now 
here I am." 

"And you refused me for years. Now I'm refusing you." Shelly grabbed him 
around the neck. "Kiss me, once for old times sake." 

"Damn it, Shelly, Meg will walk in here and see us." 

"I'll lock the door." 

"That will look great! You and I in here behind locked doors. No, ma'am." 

Shelly locked the door despite his protests. 

"Just one kiss?" she begged. If I can get him turned on, maybe he'll see 
what he'll be missing. He'll want me and not that dumb chick he thinks he is 
going to marry. 

Shelly slid onto his lap. 

"One kiss and that's all!" Bob announced. 

She took his face between her hands and put her full lips to his. She tasted 
his moist cavity. He responded by jabbing his tongue into her mouth. 

She nibbled his lips. "Baby, one more screw. Just one more," she whispered. 

"No. I don't want it." 

Shelly's hand fell to his lap. "Yes, you do. You have a hard-on." She 
fumbled with his zipper. He took her hand away. She kissed him passionately 
and reached for his zipper. 

His arms went around her and held her tightly. 

She pulled his hard dong out his fly. She slipped to her knees and began to 
kiss and tongue his prick. 

He offered no resistance. 

His hands stripped her mini up over her head. He unhooked her bra and her 
full breasts burst forward. 

She pushed his hard cock into her moist mouth and sucked. She held his nuts 
in her hand and gently massaged them. She tongued his prick. 

He jabbed at her mouth. His hips pushed his rigid flesh deeper. 

His hands reached for her tits. "Baby," he panted. 

She sucked harder. She sucked to pull his pulsating shaft in ... in ... in. 

The heat was burning in her. She gave him the tonguing of his life. 

He pulled her to his lap. He ripped her panties off. 

She straddled his pelvis and lowered her cunt to his prick. 

He bit her nipples. His hands slid to her ass. He pushed his knob into her 
hole. He rocked back and forth in the rocking chair. The chair did his work 
for him. Each rock forced his pole deeper into her tunnel. 

Her juices soaked his rod. 

"Bob, you fuck so good," she panted. 

"You're a good piece," he breathed. 

Faster he rocked. 

His organ pumped it to her. 

She was perspiring. "Baby, baby, baby, it's so good." 

He tongued her tits wildly. "I'm going to cum," she cried. "Bob, Bob, open 
this door!" his mother called. 

Bob jumped up, jerking his prick from Shelly's cunt. "Sonofabitch, get out 
of here!" he panicked. 

Shelly grabbed her clothes. She started to slip a leg into her panties. 

"Bob! Bob! Open this door!" Martha pounded on the door. 

"No, don't get dressed! Go out the back door," he pushed her frantically 
down the hall. "Here, put this on!" He grabbed Mike's robe from the 
door-knob. 

Shelly was pushed into the large robe. She clutched her clothes and Bob 
shoved her out the door. 

"Your dong's out," she whispered before he closed the door in her face. 

Shelly ran to her back door and let herself in. Her heart was racing. "Sure 
bunged up that fuck," she told the walls. 

Shelly tossed her undies into the blue suitcase. She was sobbing. I've tried 
everything to keep Bob. If he wants Miss Prissy-Ass let him have her. I 
don't need him! I sure can't go to his wedding. I couldn't bear to see him 
marry her. I'd crack up! To think she's going to have him the rest of her 
life. She'll have his children. She'll screw his rod every night. I can't 
stand to think of it! 

She jammed as many of her clothes into the bag as it could hold. She slammed 
it shut! I gotta get out of here. The wedding is today! I have to go 
someplace! Anyplace! Tears flooded her face as she ran to her car. 

She rammed the gears into reverse and shot out the driveway. She threw it 
into low and burned rubber to the corner. She sped onto the main street. She 
could hardly see through her tears. Gaining control of herself, she slowed 
the car to the speed limit. Now where do I go? I guess I'll go up the coast. 
I can spend a while up there. 

She sniffed and dried her tears. She headed the coupe for the freeway. 

She started up the on-ramp. A young boy was thumbing his way. She stopped 
the car and he crawled in. 

He must be about sixteen. Well built. Good looking stud. 

"How far are you going?" she smiled at the young buck. 

"Just up the coast aways. I don't know how far I'll go," he answered. 

"I'll take you as far as you want to go ... and as fast as you want to go." 
She winked at the young man. 

"Right on!" he said and winked back. 


THE END
