Taking Daddy's Place
by Jane Tanner


FOREWORD 

What's a healthy young wife who likes her sexing on a regular basis supposed 
to do when her husband is away for long months at a time? This is a question 
that has plagued hot]natured women throughout recorded history, and perhaps 
the wives of sailors much more so than any other particular group of ladies. 

Ever since there've been ships capable of crossing the oceans, wives have 
been left behind on shore while their men sail off to distant ports. And not 
once but again and again if the husband earns his livelihood as a sailor. 
Now any lengthy separation between husband and wife is bound to cause 
marital difficulties. 

The human sex urge being what it is-some authorities rank only hunger above 
it in motivating forces-sailors are well known for their drinking, hell 
raising and freewheeling sexing; and their stay-at-home wives must look 
their morals right in the eye and make their individual choices of whether 
to sin or suffer while hubby is away. 

It has always been so, and the wives of seafaring men have, as a group, 
become known for their susceptibility to extramarital sexual intercourse. 

Not all shorebound Navy wives who slip from the straight and narrow can be 
considered loose women. Indeed, many of those who do yield to temptation 
stray from the marriage bed only once or a few times during their entire 
lives, and afterward suffer the pangs of their wifely consciences for their 
few moments of carnal pleasure. 

On the other hand, anyone who's ever lived in a port city is well aware that 
many of the young women frequenting bars and nightspots are in reality Navy 
wives with ants in their pants who've conveniently discarded their rings 
temporarily and are, like the bad joke about inept typists, just plain 
hunt-un-peckers. These are the loose women, the habitual adulteresses who 
make a way of life out of cuckolding their unsuspecting sailor husbands with 
an unending string of half-remembered men whom they bed down with for 
one-night stands. 

In between the two extremes are the countless young women, basically decent 
and moral, who face up to the conditions of their human frailty and somehow 
manage to remain good wives and mothers while at the same time, because of 
their rather constant sexual needs, they also discreetly get the sexing they 
must have during their sailor husbands' absences by carrying on clandestine 
love affairs of various lengths and seriousness. 

It is from this continuing social problem-social because it often results in 
divorce and occasionally in murder-that author Jane Tanner has taken the 
theme of her latest novel, Taking Daddy's Place. 

The heroine is Melba Upchurch, 28-year-old wife of a senior petty officer 
who is serving a six-month tour of sea duty. Melba gave her heart and her 
virginity to Don at the tender age of fifteen and has remained faithful to 
him ever since-until this time. 

Melba finds herself parked husbandless in an unfriendly community. The 
non-Navy wives consider her beauty a threat to their marriages and so won't 
accept her. There is only one other Navy wife, whose husband is also at sea, 
in the neighborhood, so naturally the two outcasts are drawn together in 
friendship. 

The ungluing of Melba begins when she inadvertently catches Flo, her new 
girl friend, having sexual intercourse with her 150 pound Great Dane. 
Unknown to Melba, Flo is a swinger through and through who enjoys nothing 
more than giving prim and proper young wives like Melba a shove down the 
primrose path. 

"Come on, try it," Flo coaxes. "Dancer's as good an any man and better than 
most, and it isn't really cheating on your husband, now is it? Of course 
not, he's only a dog, not a guy." 

In the state of stunned fascination, Melba gives in and takes on her 
friend's magnificent huge dog. This is her first indiscretion but not her 
last, for once Melba starts she can't stop and soon discovers a secret part 
of her that yearns for the untainted bodies of young boys, three of whom she 
seduces separately. Then Flo sets her up for a gang-banging by three college 
students, after which she settles down to a secret incestuous affair with 
her own darling son. Then Melba's husband comes home and his 15-year-old 
sister is living with them and things really start popping. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

"What in the world?" Melba gasped. 

She stopped dead still in the bedroom doorway. Her hands shot up to clasp 
her embarrassed cheeks. Flo was naked as a jaybird, lying on the bed with 
two huge pillows elevating her freckled behind. Her lithe body was bowed 
upward with her long, tapering legs flung apart. The woman's Great Dane was 
on top of her, his bright red penis stabbing rapid-fire in and out of Flo's 
copper-haired pussy. 

"Well, it certainly didn't take long to learn my secret, did it, new 
neighbor?" Flo asked with a guilty grin, as ff she'd been caught doing 
nothing more serious than taking a little nip before lunch. 

"I kn-knocked on the back door," Melba stuttered apologetically. "Your car 
is out front. Wh-when you didn't answer, I thought ma-may be you were sick 
or something." 

"It's or something, as you can see." Flo laughed. "Well, don't just stand 
there catching flies, Upchurch. You've found me out, so you may as well come 
in and satisfy your curiosity." 

Overcome with a sense of flustered fascination, Melba Upchurch felt herself 
being drawn by an invisible magnet into the older woman's bedroom. She could 
not believe the sordid sight before her gawking hazel eyes. The 28-year-old 
auburn-haired beauty, a proper wife and mother, was stunned to say the 
least, but up to now she'd always believed such acts were nothing more than 
the wishful thinking of dirty old men. 

"Aaaaah!" Flo sighed, and patted the bed. "Sit down, Upchurch." 

In a daze, Melba sat down near the foot of the jouncing bed. The Great Dane 
weighed about 150 pounds, and he was really shagging it to his mistress. 
Melba was embarrassed beyond words, but more than a little excited, too., 
and terribly curious. It came as a shock to her that she hadn't fled in 
disgust. 

"Mmm ... oooh!" the redhead moaned, stroking the huge dog as he humped her. 
"Don't know what to think of your neighbor lady now, do you, Upchurch?" 

Melba shook her head no. This was affecting her fast. Her hazel eyes were 
wide with interest, their surfaces already taking on a glassy appearance. 
The sight of that long, tapering dog peter thrusting in and out of the 
woman's pink-lipped orifice was making Melba feel funny all over. Her cheeks 
were on fire. She felt weak and feverish. There was a million butterflies 
flitting about in her stomach. 

"Sit tight, Upchurch," Flo rasped, her toes digging at the lavender satin 
bedspread now. "Be with ... you in a minute! Ohh, ohhh! He's bringing me 
off! Oh, Dancer! AAHHHH! GO, BOY! SOCK IT TO ME! MAMA'S ... NNNN ... READY! 
NOW! OHHHHH.... 

CUMMING ... AAHHHHH ... OH, JESUS ... I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG ... UNN, UNN ... 
OHHHHH!!!" 

The redhead spread herself wide open. Her graceful hands gripped the sides 
of the bed. A shudder racked her lean, freckled torso. The flesh on the 
insides of her splayed thighs quivered and her toes curled down to hug the 
balls of her feet. 

"OOOH ... OOOOH ... AAAHHHHH!" Flo groaned, her lips drawn back over her 
teeth and her head lolling ecstatically from side to side. Arkansas sunlight 
streamed in through a crack in the drapes, making the tousled curls of her 
shag hairdo sparkle like fine copper wire. 

There was a roiling sensation in Melba's loins. A wave of vaginal secretion 
leaked through the tingling labia of her sex and was absorbed by the nylon 
crotchband of her white panties. Suddenly it was difficult to breathe. 
Beneath the rise and fall of her magnificent breasts, her heart was going 
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! 

"Okay, Dancer, that's enough for now. Down, boy!" 

Flo shoved at the powerful shoulders of the fawn-colored animal, dislodging 
him. When his long, shiny red organ slipped out, she rolled away and sat up. 
Left with a fierce erection and nowhere to put it, Dancer whined in protest. 
He flopped down on his side, curled his head down along his belly and, 
sad-eyed, began licking his dick. Flo took a filter cigarette from the pack 
on the bedside table, snapped her dainty gold lighter and sucked in deeply. 

"Whoo!" she exhaled with a sigh, a cloud of blue-white smoke fogging toward 
the ceiling. She tossed the lighter carelessly back onto the table. "I 
needed that this morning. Got your kiddies off to school already?" 

"Over an hour ago. It's after nine." 

"Unn?" Flo glanced at the clock-radio. "Ah, so what? Fat lot I've got to do 
today anyway. Well, what do you think?" 

"About what?" Melba mumbled, averting her gaze. 

"Don't be coy with me, Upchurch," the redhead, in her mid-thirties, said in 
a tinkling laugh. She tossed her head and pushed back a few loose, copper 
curls. "About what you saw as a result of barging in here. What do you think 
of my four-legged lover?" 

"I don't know what to think," Melba replied honestly. 

"You're not going to blab my secret to any of the neighbor broads, are you?" 

"Of course not. They barely speak to me. This isn't a very neighborly 
neighborhood, you know. You're the only friend I've got here in 
Fayetteville." 

"Know what you mean, honey. Don't let 'em get you down. They're mostly 
hicks. It's because we're Navy and our guys are at sea. They're afraid we 
might want a little from their hubbies." 

"I suppose," Melba agreed, casting a furtive glance at Flo's breasts, which 
were nicely formed but not very big, then taking a quick look out of the 
corners of her eyes at the dog lapping his meat. "They've got nothing to 
worry about from me. I've never cheated on Don, and I never will." 

Flo grinned but said nothing. She and her husband were swingers. When he was 
away, she had his permission to do anything she wanted so long as she was 
discreet about it. Since he was an officer, discretion was a must. Even more 
so now, for he was due to retire in a couple of months and had already 
secured a position as an assistant professor of history at the university. 

Melba's husband was a senior petty officer, a medic. He had six months to go 
for retirement. A civil service job as a medical lab tech was waiting for 
him at the nearby veteran's hospital. A bit of string pulling was involved. 
Melba could never remember whether it was the hospital chief or the 
administrative chief which had once been Don's boss in the Navy. 

It was purely by accident, the two Navy wives being next-door neighbors in 
Fayetteville, Arkansas; but since they had so much in common, it was only 
natural for them to be drawn to one another in friendship. Especially since 
the local wives wanted nothing to do with them. The neighbor ladies 
considered the two attractive women a threat to their marriages, Flo and 
Melba were more or less social outcasts in their shiny new middle class 
homes. Flo had been in Fayetteville nearly three months; Melba was just 
getting settled into her house. 

Amusement twinkled in Flo's green eyes. The younger wife's covert glances at 
her Great Dane did not escape her. "Kind of interested in that tool on him, 
aren't you?" 

Melba snapped her head around, blinking guiltily. Her cheeks turned scarlet. 
She hadn't realized she was being so obvious. 

The redhead chuckled and reached out to pat Melba's knees. "It's nothing to 
be ashamed of. Not in front of me, anyhow. Come on, admit it." 

"Well ... maybe a little," Melba confessed. 

"Don't try to snow me, Upchurch. You're dying to get a good look at his 
dong. Can't say I blame you. That's a woman-pleaser old Dancer's got on him. 
Go on. I'm not jealous. Have yourself a good look at it." 

"I don't feel right about this," Melba murmured, but she couldn't resist. 
She slipped her bare feet from her loafers and swung her legs up on the bed. 
Sitting cross-legged, she leaned over slightly until she had a good view of 
the dog's penis. 

"Look out, Upchurch," Flo teased. "Curiosity killed the kitty. You go much 
closer and you'll get a whiff of it. It's enough to drive a gal wild. I'm 
afraid if you smell it, you might want some of it yourself." 

"Oh, no. Not me," Melba assured. Her back stiffened and she sat up straight. 

"I'm only kidding. Can't you tell when I'm kidding?" 

Melba shook her head no. She honestly couldn't. Her new girl friend kidded 
so much, had such an easy-going manner, that Melba was never sure whether 
Flo was serious or putting her on. 

There was a loud snap of the redhead's fingers. The dog sprang up wagging 
its tail. Flo patted the bed right in front of Melba's crossed legs, and 
Dancer flopped down there on his belly. 

"Roll over and play dead, boy," Flo said, working her hand in a circle. Over 
the huge animal went, right up against Melba's shins, his head to the side 
and his bent forelegs in the air, his hind legs stretched below him. "there 
you are. Now you can examine his equipment at close range. Go on, Upchurch. 
Don't be bashful. I know you want to." 

What can it hurt to look? Melba thought. 

She leaned over a bit and gazed down. Dancer's erection reminded her of a 
jeweler's ring-sizer; it was almost that long and tapering. It looked 
fiery-red, though, and had a wet gleam about it. Back near his hairy penile 
sheath, the base of his penis was big around as a man's, whereas at the 
other end the tip was hardly bigger than the end of Melba's little finger. 

"You never saw one quite like that, I'll bet." 

"No, never," Melba breathed. "It looks so inflamed!" She licked her lips 
absently. 

"Go on, touch it. See what it feels like." 

Automatically Melba's hand inched out. She jerked it back. "I'm not sure if 
I should, Flo." 

"You want to, don't you?" 

"In a way, I do. But I'm scared to. What if he bites me?" 

That's not what she's scared of, Flo thought to herself. The swinging 
redhead was enjoying this. She'd deliberately pushed Dancer off her before 
he'd had his cum. Her thinking was: If I can get this naive little cutie to 
take him on, I won't have to worry about her finking on me. 

"He won't bite you. Tickle his gonads and he'll follow you anywhere." She 
laughed. "Go on, Upchurch, wrap your fingers around it and see how slick it 
feels." 

"I just don't feel right about this," Melba said, but she reached right up 
and took it in her hand at the midway point. "Oh, wow, it is slick, isn't 
it? And so hot, too! Why is it so hot?" 

"Because dogs have a higher body temperature than humans," Flo told her 
matter-of-factly. 

The older wife didn't have to urge the younger one to run her hand up and 
down. This slow, rhythmic action came to Melba as naturally as if the prick 
in her hand belonged to her husband. She kidded herself she was only 
exploring the organ out of curiosity, when in truth it gave her an illicit 
thrill to be fondling the slippery pecker of her girl friend's big dog. 

It's much hotter than Don's! Nearly scorching my palm! And it's awful slick! 
If I didn't know better, I'd think it was covered with surgical jelly! Damn, 
I wonder what it would feel like to have it in me? Melba wondered secretly, 
and just the thought of it sent a shiver of lewd excitement through her. 

"How about it, Upchurch? Want to take off your clothes and try it?" 

"Are you reading my mind?" Melba gasped, looking up. Her upper lip had 
developed a nervous tick at the right corner of her sensuous mouth. "Oh, no, 
I couldn't!" 

"Hogwash, honey, strip for action. I know you're dying to find out what it's 
like." 

"Yes, but ... I'm afraid he might hurt me. It's so long and pointed ... like 
a spear!" 

"He didn't hurt me, did he?" 

"But Don, he would-" 

"Don doesn't have to know," Flo whispered conspiratorially. "No one does. 
You're not worried about me telling, are you? Us Navy wives have got to 
stick together, don't we? I mean, what the hell are we supposed to do? 
Suffer for months at a time? Not me, Upchurch." 

"But I've never ... oh, nooh, I can't! I mustn't cheat on Don!" 

"Don't be a ninny. This isn't cheating. For crissake, it's not like going 
out with another guy, is it? Suit yourself, but if you don't try it, you'll 
never know what you're missing. It's really great, and the perfect answer 
for gals like us. The Navy should issue a trained Great Dane like Dancer to 
a wife when they send her man to sea. A lot more of us would be true blue, I 
guarantee you." 

"Maybe you're right," Melba whimpered. She nodded her head. "All right, I 
think I will try it ... just this once!" 

Melba hopped off the bed and began removing her skirt. Her hands were 
trembling, her pussy tingling with anticipation. It'd sounded delicious when 
Dancer was giving Flo a cum. And she wasn't actually being unfaithful to 
Don, now was she? In her own mind she wasn't, at any rate. Because of the 
mood she was in, what Flo had said made it seem okay to Melba. Well, almost 
okay, for although she'd bought the older woman's reasoning, she couldn't 
quite shake the feeling that doing it with a dog just had to be perverted, 
and a little wicked, too. But exciting. Melba hadn't been so excited since 
she was a blushing bride. 

"You won't regret it," Flo reassured. She mashed out her cigarette, stepped 
up behind Melba and began unbuttoning the buttons down the back of her 
blouse. 

"What are you doing!" Melba squeaked. 

"Just trying to help you. Hey, no! If you're thinking what I think you're 
thinking, forget it. I don't go for that Lez crap either. Relax, will you? 
Believe me, you're going to enjoy this." 

There was no way Melba could relax, but she allowed her new friend to help 
her out of her clothes. While Melba pushed her skirt, half slip and panties 
down her shapely legs, Flo ridded her of her blouse and brassiere. 

"Wow, you've got it all, and in just the right places!" Flo exclaimed, when 
Melba, who was only five-foot-two, stepped from her bunched clothing and 
paused in naked splendor beside the bed. "You're stacked like the old brick 
shithouse. God, what a set of knockers! I expected them to sag without 
support, but they stand up there, don't they? Don't look at me that way. 
Long as they're yours, I won't touch 'em. I'm just jealous, is all. How's 
chances of a transplant if you kick off before I do?" 

Both women laughed. Melba said, "It's a deal, you crazy nut. If I go first, 
they're yours." 

Flo gazed down appraisingly at her own lean, gently curving form. She was 
5'7", built like a model and very attractive for her body type. "Naw, forget 
it. They'd look out of place on me." 

Melba agreed. For her money, Flo looked great. With make-up hiding the 
shallow crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes, Flo could easily pass for 
25. Melba only hoped she looked as well when she reached 35. 

The Great Dane was trained to a remarkable degree. He was still lying there 
on his back playing dead, awaiting further orders from his mistress. 

"Up, boy! Heel!" Flo slapped her thigh and the dog sprang off the bed to sit 
obediently beside her right foot. "Your turn, Upchurch. Climb aboard and 
stick those pillows under your fanny." 

An involuntary shiver passed through Melba. A voice inside her told her she 
was making a mistake, pleaded with her not to go on with this lustful 
insanity. But the excitement of what she was about to do was a heady thing. 

"Oouu, I just don't feel right about this!" she breathed, even as she 
crawled onto the bed and positioned herself with the two huge pillows 
elevating her lovely butt. 

"You'll feel right about it once Dancer gets it in you and starts pumping," 
Flo assured. "He's as good as any man, and better than most." 

Melba closed her eyes and held her breath when Flo gave her pet the order to 
mount her. She could feel the bed sag with the weight of the 150 pound 
animal. 

"What do I do?" Her voice was scarcely more than a husky whisper. 

"Nothing. You've already got your back arched. Just spread your legs a 
little wider and Dancer will do the rest. All you have to do is he there and 
enjoy it, Upchurch." 

With her heart sounding like a tom-tom, Melba put her arm over her eyes and 
let her legs fall open. She could hear the Great Dane sniffing at her box 
before she felt his hot tongue. It slapped her crotch, the tip of it right 
against her tiny puckered anus, and snaked quickly up through the 
dew-drenched lips of her hair-rimmed crack. 

"Aaaah!" she cried in pleasured surprise. "I didn't know he was going to do 
that!" 

"Don't you like it?" 

"Yes, but ... but I've never been licked ... oohh ... down there! Don and I 
don't do perverted things like that!" 

"You've got a lot to learn Upchurch," Flo chuckled, realizing the young 
woman was a bit prudish as well as ridiculously naive by her own swinging 
standards. "Don't worry, honey, I won't tell anyone. Enjoy it. It isn't 
perverted for a dog, and it does feel good doesn't it?" 

"Ohhh ... real good!" Melba panted, squirming in sensual discomfort. The 
long canine tongue was deep inside her furry slot now, lapping at the 
secretion-beaded walls of her vagina, making her wild to have something more 
substantial rammed up her. "He won't ... aagghh ... bite me?" 

"No way. Dancer knows what to do. Just leave him alone." Flo lit another 
cigarette and perched on the edge of the bed to watch. This was her favorite 
spectator sport. It always gave her a keen sense of satisfaction to tug a 
young wife from the straight and narrow and give her a push down the 
primrose path of illicit sex. And Melba was such a willing victim. She 
determined then and there to further Melba's sexual education and prepare 
her for bigger and better things to come. When her own husband Dwight came 
home, she fully intended to help him get into little Melba's pants. She 
would have to be careful how she went about it, though, because she 
sincerely liked the sweet, innocent young wife and didn't want to damage 
their blossoming friendship. 

"Oouuu, oouuu!" Melba crooned, her body trembling and her passion-glazed 
eyes growing wide with helplessness and fright. 

The big dog had swung into position above her. His front paws rested just 
below her armpits. He was prancing about on his hind legs, the pointed tip 
of his secretion-dripping organ poking erratically at her groin as he 
attempted to find the target of her sex and penetrate her. 

All it required was Flo's guiding hand. She grasped her pet's swollen member 
and directed its vanguard into the puffy slit between Melba's shaking legs. 
The animal whined and rammed it home with one deft lunge. 

Melba sucked in her breath raggedly as the tapered instrument reamed into 
her, its flared base dilating her hairy entrance every bit as much as her 
husband's penis did. Only the dog's organ was longer, and it fairly took her 
breath away when she felt the pencileraser head of it contact her tender 
cervix. It was deflected off the the side, but not before it had given her 
uterus a thrilling jolt. 

"NNNN-AAAAHHH!" she grunted, and the air rushed from her lungs in a rasping 
gust of wind. 

He gave her no respite. Now that he'd speared her, Dancer swung immediately 
into action and began hunching her with swift, deeply penetrating jabs. 

"OHH, OHH, OHH!" Melba chanted, her lips quivering and her eyes staring up 
in pleasured disbelief at the Great Dane's dangling tongue and gaping mouth. 
Those teeth are wicked-looking! she thought uneasily, wishing she could be 
as sure as Flo that Dancer wouldn't bite her. But it feels good! God, his 
dick's hot! And the way it's shaped! It's like he's putting it in for the 
first time every time he thrusts in! It keeps stretching me open and letting 
me close again! 

"Is it good, Upchurch? Do you like it?" 

"MMMMM ... I'LL SAY!" 

"I thought you would. How about it, is he touching bottom? Is he tickling 
your womb?" 

"YESSS! OH, FLO ... IT FEELS ... AAAAH ... JUST MARVELOUS!" 

"God, yes, I know exactly what you mean. No, no, honey, don't try to move 
with him. He doesn't need any help. All you'll do is throw him off stride." 

"I don't WANT TO ... OOOH ... DO THAT!" Melba sighed. Her slender fingers 
found the pushed-down covers and gripped twistingly. She felt giddy. Her 
head spun with the lewd pleasure of this obscene act. 

A dog! she thought vulgarly. I'm doing it with a dog! And is it ever good! 
Oh, I'm glad Flo talked me into it! 

Melba sucked her lower Up into her mouth and nibbled it with her front 
teeth. She was used to screwing with her husband and had to force herself to 
be still now. Dancer was really shagging his long, superhot bone into her, 
the muscles in his arcing haunches rippling rhythmically beneath his sleek, 
short, yellowish-brown coat. He was pumping her full of carnal pleasure, and 
the better it got the harder it was for her to lie there idle. 

"OHH, FUCK, FUCK!" she moaned, reaching up to stroke the animal's shoulders. 
Then she grabbed him by his pointy ears and in a fit of passion pulled his 
head down close to her face. "YOU MAGNIFICENT BEAST! I WANT TO FUCK WITH YOU 
SO BAD! OHH, OHH ... BUT I KNOW I CAN'T ... MMMMM ... BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING 
SO FFAASSTTT!!!" 

"Kiss him, Upchurch!" Flo urged excitedly. "Suck his tongue! He'll let you!" 

"Nooh! I can't ... oouuu ... kiss a dog!" 

"Sure you can! I do it all the time." 

At this point, anything good enough for Flo was good enough for Melba. Her 
brain was socked in under a steamy fog of lust. Though it had always turned 
her stomach to see a woman kiss her pet, be it dog or cat, her stomach 
didn't feel a bit queasy now that she was about to do it herself. 

She pursed her lips and kissed the end of the Great Dane's muzzle. His nose 
felt cold against the tip of hers. How can Dancer's nose be so cold when his 
lovely penis is so incredibly hot? she wondered fleetingly. 

Then she parted her lips and extended her tongue, using its very tip to lap 
tentatively at the scratchy, wet upper surface of the dog's hot tongue. With 
a tiny moan, she stuck out her tongue all the way and took a good lick at 
the Great Dane's. If there was any appreciable difference in the taste of 
human and animal saliva, she was too far gone to detect it. 

"OH, GOD!" she groaned, her sweat-dampened abdomen fluttering with pleasure 
as Dancer increased the tempo of his vigorous thrusting motions. "HE ISSS 
BETTER THAN A MAN! OHHH ... LOVE IT! DON HAS NEVER ... UNN, UNN ... MADE ME 
FEEL LIKE THISSSS!!!" 

"Suck his tongue, Upchurch!" 

"YES, YES!" Melba rasped, and feeling deliciously perverted, she clamped her 
puffy red lips around the saliva-dribbling tip of the dog's droopy tongue. 

Heaving a whimper-like sob through her passion-enlarged nostrils, Melba 
sucked the juicy morsel of the animal's oral organ deep into her human 
mouth. "MMMM, MMMM!" she crooned, as wantonly she drank the dog's spit and 
attempted to swallow his tongue. She could feel the razor-sharp points of 
his incisors against her chin and upper Up, but by now she was convinced he 
wouldn't bite her. 

About to cum, lost in the blissful agony of a preorgasmic fit, Melba kissed 
the humping Great Dane exactly the way she kissed her husband when he was 
bringing her off. She forced her lips right into the dog's mouth, sucking 
his long, skinny tongue voraciously and laving it with her own dainty taste 
organ. The end of it reached clear down into her throat, where she was 
making gurgling, moaning noises that appropriately matched the squeaking of 
the bedsprings below her. In addition to salivating copiously-Dancer's 
saliva was trickling in rivulets down the sides of Melba's cheeks-he was 
panting harshly now, his moist breath bursting warmly over her face. 

"OH, JESUS!" she shrieked. Her head fell back. She flung out her arms and 
slapped the bed. "HE'S ... PUSHING ME ... OOVVEERRR!!!" 

"CUM, UPCHURCH! LET IT GO!" 

Let it go? she groaned inwardly, her toes curling up as the first tremor 
racked her body. Hell, I can't hold it back! 

"GAAAAHHHHH!!!" she cried, the climax exploding then rumbling like thunder 
in her tremulous loins. 

The delicate features of her pretty face contorted into a mask of enraptured 
fulfillment." 

"OH, GOD! CUMMING! I'M CUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" 

Her hands shook, her fingers fanning out. She dug her red-lacquered 
fingernails into cool lavender and raked them mindlessly across the smooth, 
satin sheet. 

"OOOH ... OHHHHH . .-AAAHHHHH!!!" Her head rolled about her, her lustrous 
auburn hair spreading into a sunburst, strands of it hanging in her face. 

"HUUU, HUUU ... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG ... NNN-GAAAHHH!!!" 

Melba had never had a more satisfying orgasm than this. ,The dog was giving 
her a tremendous cum. He kept right on hammering it to her while she ooohed 
and aaahed and shivered all over, her womb twitching and her vagina spasming 
inside her rippling, sweat-sheened belly. For a minute there, she thought 
she would die. And then her climax reached its delicious peak and began 
ebbing away. 

"He's still ... going at me!" Melba panted, soon as she was able to speak 
again. 

"It sounded good." 

"Oh, yes ... it was wonderful! But I'm thr-oouuugh ... now!" 

"He's almost done. Let him finish. You'll love it when he shoots his hot 
stuff into you." 

Alarmed at the very idea of such an obscene thing-Melba hadn't thought that 
far ahead-she whined, "Nooh! I don't want that! Get him off me! I won't let 
a dog shoot off in meee!" 

She began pushing at the animal, trying to slip from beneath him; but Dancer 
growled, bared his fangs menacingly and started cramming it to her faster 
and harder. 

"OH, GOD, NO! NOOO!" Melba screamed, quaking with fear. HE'S GOING TO BITE 
ME! DON'T LET HIM BITE ME!" 

Flo leaned over and grabbed Melba's wrists. "Be still, damn it! Calm down! 
You'll have to let him finish now. When he gets this close, even I can't 
stop him. He won't hurt you if youTI shut up and be still!" 

Terrified, Melba nodded her head and closed her eyes. She didn't want this. 
Letting the dog put his penis in her was one thing; allowing him to 
ejaculate his animal seed into her human belly was quite another. But there 
was nothing she could do about it now. If the huge Great Dane should become 
ferocious, he might well rip out her throat with one snap of those big sharp 
teeth. She would just have to lie still and take it. But she wouldn't open 
her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at him or Flo now. 

Oh, why did I do it? she groaned silently, clenching her hands into tight 
fists. Why did I let Flo talk me into doing such a horrid thing as this?! 

In less than a minute, Melba's passion-fogged mind was singing quite a 
different tune, however, for the lovely canine prick sawed incessantly away 
at the tender petals of her sex and got to her again despite her dread of 
the degrading moment ahead when she would feel his animal sperm squirting 
into her. 

"Ohhh, ohhh," she whimpered involuntarily, and her pink tongue darted out to 
weep her trembling lips. 

The big dog was pumping like crazy now, panting as if he'd just run five 
miles hard as he could go. His tongue hung out and he was dripping saliva on 
her throat and chest and the upper slopes of her high-standing breasts. He 
was putting all 150 of his pounds behind every rapid thrust. The bed pitched 
and tossed, its springs squaking raspingly. His hairy underbelly hammered 
joltingly against Melba's steaming crotch. 

"OH, CHRIST ... HE'S GONNA ... FUCK ME ... TO DEATH!" she wailed gaspingly, 
her stomach heaving as she fought to suck in enough oxygen for survival. 

It was precisely then when the rutting dog began to slip his nuts. A lump of 
semen, big around as the head of a man's cock and twice as long, formed at 
the base of Dancer's organ and began gradually working its way up toward the 
end of his thrusting shaft. 

"AAGH, AAGH!" Melba uttered gutturally, when the canine knot started popping 
rapidly in and out of her hairy hole, making her blood-engorged labia flap 
luridly back and forth. "SOMETHING'S WRONG! FLO, HE'S GOT A ... A KNOT! ON 
HIS ... OOUUU ... ON HIS...." 

"On his dick," Flo said, finishing the petrified young woman's sentence for 
her. "I know. It's his cum, and nothing to worry about. It's the way dogs 
ejaculate. He's almost done. Just grit your teeth, Upchurch. It'll all be 
over in another minute or so." 

"OOOH, OOOH!" she puled, because despite her panic, that oblong bulge of 
semen was being crammed in and out of her puffy-lipped orifice and she 
couldn't help but love it. It was giving her a terrific thrill. She threw 
back her head and moaned, "OHHHHH ... OH, FLO ... IT'S ... IT'S 
LO-LOVE-LOVELYYY!!!" 

Then it was all the way inside her, moving slowly but surely up the tapering 
shaft of Dancer's plunging prick, pumping the sump of her snug vagina until 
it felt as if it was creating a vacuum that she could feel sucking at her 
very womb! 

"OH MY GOD!" she screeched, her head snapping from side to side. "OHHH, IT'S 
GETTING TOO GOOD! I CANT ... TAKE IITTT!!!" 

Flo smiled to herself and hung onto Melba's wrists to prevent her from doing 
anything foolish. The redheaded swinger was secure in the knowledge that her 
beautiful young neighbor was getting a screwing she would never forget. It 
would not surprise her in the least if, like the few other girls she'd 
shared her pet with, Melba voluntarily came back for more. There was nothing 
Flo liked better than to see a proper young wife casting off her morals and 
plunging into lust without her husband's knowledge and consent. In her 
sensual mind, the loss of their wifely purity was ever so much more 
thrilling than a mere cherry busting. God, I'd give anything if my husband 
was here now! How I'd love to see Dwight turn her over on those pillows and 
shove his big dick up her ass, the instant Dancer pulls out! 

"HUU, HUU, HUU!" Melba chanted like a hoot owl, her head lolling 
ecstatically. 

She threw her legs wide open. They were bent at the knees, shaking. Her toes 
were digging at the bed and she kept clenching and unclenching her fingers. 
Her creamy skin shone with a film of sweat. Her torso shivered and jerked 
like she might be having an epileptic seizure. 

The oblong knot of canine seminal fluid was fast approaching the end of 
Dancer's stroking organ. The powerful Great Dane was fucking into her 
blindly now, using her in much the same way as he would a bitch dog in heat. 

And in truth, for the moment anyway, Melba was little more than that. Her 
mind was wrapped in a smoldering blanket of lust which prevented any 
semblance of conscious thought. She was a hunk of fuckstuff, nothing more, 
and all in the world that mattered to her was the lovely long pecker the 
animal was so magnificently ramming to her. 

"OOOOH ... OOOOH ... OH, JESUS GOD!" she could feel keenly that heated lump 
pounding like the head of a cock against the hyper-sensitive mouth of her 
womb, and she knew she was going to have another cum. It ws seeping over her 
already, catching her up and carrying her away. 

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! SHOOT OFF, GODDAMNIT ... BEFORE I ... LOSE MY ... 
MMIINNDDD!!!" 

The animal's head drew up slightly, his glassy eyes staring off into space. 
He was grunting now, and it sounded almost like a man. He poured on the 
coals. His arcing rear end was a blur of motion. He was fucking into her 
much faster than any man alive could ever hope to do. His canine cock 
plunged like a piston gone berserk in the sucking wet cylinder of Melba's 
human vagina, its lump-of-semen head hammering with unbelievable rapidity at 
the tender neck of her bobbing uterus. 

"HUUONG, HUUONG, HUUONG!!" she gasped groaningly. 

Then the huge dog stuffed his meat all the way in for the final time and let 
out a howl of fulfillment as he ridded himself of his burdensome load. 

A mass of superhot dog sperm gushed forcefully into the churning depths of 
Melba's sweat-soaked belly. Like an eruption of white lava, it splashed 
scaldingly over her tension-knotted womb. The obscene inundation of sticky 
animal cum triggered her release mechanism. She flung back her head and 
cried out soulfully:" 

"WHAAA-UNNNN-GAAAHHHHH!!!" 

Then the full impact of her spine-tingling climax hit her, and she screamed, 
" AA AIIIEEEEEE!!!" 

After that she couldn't find her voice. She began sobbing brokenly. Her 
shapely legs twitched and jerked convulsively, her curvaceous body dripping 
sweat as it was racked again and again by a series of flesh-quaking tremors. 
It felt like her soul itself was flooding out through the swollen lips of 
her orgasmically snapping cunt. 

Melba realized she must've swooned, for when she opened her eyes, Flo had on 
her robe and Dancer was lying at the foot of the bed, contentedly licking 
his shrinking penis. 

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone cum the way you do," Flo commented in a 
light, friendly tone of voice. "Do you always make it that big, Upchurch." 

Ashamed of what she'd done now that it was over, Melba shook her head. The 
crack of her ass was sticky with spilled cum. "My God, Flo, what if he 
knocked me up?!" 

Flo nearly fell down laughing, but it wasn't funny to Melba. She could 
visualize herself giving birth to a litter of half-pups, half-babies. 

"It won't mix," Flo assured. "Honey, I don't know what you've heard, but 
it's never happened and it never will. Now toddle off to the head and have 
yourself a nice refreshing shower. Use my gear if you want to take a douche. 
I don't mind a bit. I'll have us some coffee ready when you finish." 

Flo paused in the doorway. "By the way, Upchurch, I know where there's a 
poker game tonight. If we're feeling lucky, maybe well go sit in for a 
couple of hands, huh?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Melba loved to play canasta, hearts and rook, but she'd never played poker. 
Over coffee and sweet rolls, Flo taught her how. It was fun. Since she had a 
knack for cards and was a fast learner, Melba caught on fast. 

"I don't feel right about this," Melba protested halfheartedly, when Flo 
broke out the chips and suggested they play a little penny ante to make it 
more interesting. 

Luck seemed to be sitting on Melba's shoulder. When she finally insisted she 
just had to get home and get her housework done, Flo made her accept the 
$5.15 she'd won. 

"All right, but I really don't feel right about taking it." This was the 
first time she'd ever gambled, and the exhilaration of winning was stronger 
than her sensation of nagging guilt. 

"Don't worry about it. You'll give me a chance to win it back, won't you?" 

"Oh, sure, I will." 

"How about that game tonight?" 

"Oh, no, I just couldn't, Flo. It was fun with you, just the two of us here 
in the kitchen, but I'd feel out of place going to a real poker game. 
Besides, Bobby's having one of his little friends from school stay over 
tonight." 

Flo shrugged and slapped her on the back. "Okay, Upchurch, there'll be other 
games. Lucky as you are, you really ought to sit in on one, anyway. Wouldn't 
surprise me if you came out of it winning enough to buy that new freezer you 
want, and pay cash for it." 

Melba thought about that new freezer all afternoon. Poker was such an easy 
game. Exciting, too. And she really wanted that freezer. Meat was so much 
cheaper bought by the quarter or the half, and she had visions of saving all 
kinds of money by freezing fresh vegetables from the garden she planned to 
fill the rear half of her big new back yard with. 

Maybe I will go with Flo sometime. I could take ten, maybe twenty, and if I 
lose it, so what? My budget isn't that tight, and Flo wouldn't be going to a 
game with a bunch of men, would she? Of course not. She'd be playing with 
other women. Probably rich ones, too, from the way she was talking about how 
much I might win. 

The weather changed late that afternoon. A storm was moving in. By evening 
the Arkansas sky was black, and boiling thunderheads rumbled low over the 
mountain, community of Fayetteville. 

"Lynn, I wish you'd stay home. It looks like it's going to get mean out 
tonight." 

"But it's our first date, Melba, and I really like Hoyt," the girl 
protested. 

Melba didn't have the heart to forbid her to go on the double date with her 
new friends. Lynn was her husband's fifteen-year-old sister. She'd come to 
live with them when she was eleven, after Mama Upchurch had died. It was 
Friday, and Melba had given her permission on Wednesday, after meeting and 
talking with Lynn's new fellow. Hoyt seemed like a nice, sensible boy. His 
father was a doctor at the veteran's hospital where Melba's husband Don 
would be working. As Melba well knew from her own teens, a girl of fifteen 
needs friends desperately. 

If Melba's parents hadn't been so strict with her, perhaps she would've had 
better sense than to lose her cherry and get herself knocked up all in one 
night when she was Lynn's age. Not that she regretted it. Don had done the 
right thing. He'd married her six months before Bobby was born. They were 
still very much in love. Bobby was twelve now, a sweet, darling little boy. 
He had unruly brown hair and big brown eyes. Everyone said he was the 
spitting image of his handsome father. 

So Melba allowed Lynn to keep her drive-in date, but she made Hoyt promise 
to bring her home if it started raining hard. "I don't want Lynn out in a 
storm, young man," she admonished as Lynn and her date tripped gaily out the 
front door. 

"If it breaks, we'll bring her right home, Missus Upchurch," the lad called 
over his shoulder, as hand in hand they trotted across the lawn. They 
crawled into the back seat of a '68 Chevy containing a teanaged couple 
perhaps a year or so older than themselves. 

Bobby's friend was also twelve, a cute little towhead named Miles. When it 
was time for their baths, they decided they would take one together and both 
of them hopped in the tub. 

Out of habit, Melba went in to scrub Bobby's back and check his ears to make 
sure he'd got them clean. She thought nothing of it. They were both little 
boys. It didn't occur to her that the sight of her in slippers and a pale 
rose shorty nightgown with its matching diaphanous negligee might have the 
slightest effect on her son's new friend. 

But it did. The kid was bug-eyed. He couldn't tear his eyes off her for a 
second. Melba hadn't been in the steamy bathroom with the children two 
minutes when she noticed, with more amusement than alarm, that Mile's tiny 
tallywhacker was growing and lifting between his plump, hairless thighs. 

She suppressed a giggle and pretended she didn't see it. He was so cute. 
When she finished with her slender son's back, she ignored his claim that 
he'd already washed his ears and, as usual, went at them with the soapy 
washcloth herself, all the while sneaking peeks at the stiff little peter of 
his embarrassed buddy. 

It was delicious, the way the young boy was squirming about, his fat cheeks 
on fire. Melba had half a notion to take off her negligee and let him see 
her in nothing but her shorty nightgown. She thought he might cum right 
there in the bathtub if she did. But she was too modest to actually do such 
a naughty thing, and she knew she shouldn't torment the kid that way. 

"Aren't you gonna wash Miles' back and ears?" Bobby demanded when she 
finished torturing him and rose to leave. 

"Maybe I should, at that, since his mother's not here to do it for him," 
Melba said, seizing the excuse to get her hands on the appealing youth. 

Not that she intended to do anything more than wash his back and ears. But 
all young boys were so sweet, and for some strange reason she felt like 
grabbing this one up and hugging him tight against her ample bosom. 

Suddenly Bobby giggled and pointed. "Look at his goober, Mama. It's standing 
up!" 

"Hush, Son, that's not a very nice thing to say," Melba scolded, fighting 
back a laugh as she knelt beside the tub again. 

"But it is standing up," Bobby insisted. "He's got a hard-on!" 

"He has an erection," Melba corrected, giggling in spite of herself. "And 
it's nothing to be ashamed of. All boys start having them sooner or later. 
Now, hush, you're embarrassing poor Miles to death." 

"I'm sorry, Miles. I didn't mean anything." 

"Okay," the crimson-cheeked towhead mumbled, staring down at his penis, 
which was wilting rapidly now. 

Melba tousled the kid's corn-silk hair. "How about it, Miles, want me to 
wash your back and ears for you?" 

"Druther you wouldn't, ma'am," he replied without looking up. 

"All right, then I won't," Melba chirped brightly, hoping her tone would 
help pull Miles out of his humiliation. "You boys finish up and come on in 
the kitchen. I'll have some cookies and milk waiting for you. And, Bobby, 
don't forget to swab the tub this time. You know how I hate a ring." 

The storm broke a little after nine. They were in bed. Melba had just dozed 
off when the boys came scampering into her room on the heel of a cannon-like 
boom of thunder. 

"What is it?" Melba asked, sitting up. "What's wrong?" 

"Miles is afraid of the lightning. Me, too, a little. Can we get in bed with 
you, Mama?" 

Melba yawned and stretched. "Sure. What are mothers for? Come on, but you'll 
have to lie still, and no talking." 

She scooted over to the side of the bed. Miles slid in, then Bobby on the 
other side. Melba had expected just the reverse, but when she saw how 
frightened Miles really was, she left him in the middle where he would feel 
more protected. He was actually shaking. She could hear his teeth 
chattering. 

"Do storms always scare you this bad, Miles?" 

"Yes'um. Ever since lightnin' hit our ba-barn when we had the farm. It 
burned down. Ki-killed our mi-milk cows." 

"How old were you then?" 

"Aah-bo-bout seven, I guess." 

"Oh, you poor little guy," Melba cooed, taking him into her comforting 
embrace. "I can imagine what an impression that must've made on your young 
mind." 

"Hey, what about me?" Bobby asked indignantly. "We're both scared. How come 
you're just holdin'him?" 

"Why did you let Miles get in the middle?" Melba countered. 

"'Cause he's scareder than me." 

"Well, does that answer your question?" 

"I guess so," Bobby muttered. "But I'm scared, too." 

"Oh, all right, jealous," Melba chided, secretly pleased that her son 
resented her comforting his friend without doing the same for him. She 
crawled over Miles and lay down between the two boys, slipping an arm 
beneath each of their necks. "Come on now, snuggle up to your nice warm 
teddy bear, boys, and let's see if we can't all get some sleep." 

Both children put their arms around her and pressed themselves to her soft, 
sweet-smelling body, but only Miles was shaking. Melba smiled to herself and 
patted their shoulders. 

She was still smiling up at the ceiling when, several minutes later, a car 
pulled up in the driveway and she heard Lynn and her young man at the front 
door. Apparently Hoyt was as good as his word. In her mind she gave him the 
final check mark of approval and stamped him okay. The long, 
conversationless pause told her Lynn was kissing her new fellow good night. 
This didn't upset her. It only made her wish Don's six months were up and he 
was home in bed with her. 

What would he say if he knew what I did today? she wondered. If I wrote and 
told you about it, would you understand, honey? Would you get mad, or would 
you write back and tell me it's okay? 

Melba would never know what her husband's reaction would be, because she was 
never going to tell him she'd cuckolded him with a dog. But it had been good 
with Flo's Great Dane, damned good, and if she should get a real bad case of 
hot pants, as she sometimes did, well, she knew she just might take old 
Dancer on again. It was the lesser of two evils to her way of thinking. She 
would never dream of cheating on her husband with another man, but she 
deplored using her fingers or the handle of her hairbrush and her healthy 
body just had to have relief every so often or she would explode. 

After about five minutes on the front porch-Melba wondering hornily if they 
were sucking tongues and swapping spit-Lynn entered the house quietly and 
went to her room. 

It was pouring down outside, but the wind had stopped blowing so hard. Huge 
raindrops drummed steadily upon the roof. Water rolled from the eaves in a 
constant sheet, splashing into what sounded like a small lake outside the 
bedroom window. Intermittent flashes of lightning illuminated the room, 
cracking, and in the darkness which followed, Miles would whimper and jerk 
when the inevitable BAA-LOOMMM of thunder jarred the walls. 

"You poor little boy, you're simply scared to death, aren't you?" Melba 
asked sympathetically. 

"I ca-can't help it," he squeaked. 

"I know you can't, sugar," she soothed. Her son was asleep now, so she 
slipped her arm from beneath his neck and turned toward his frightened 
friend. She put both arms around the plump child and drew his head down to 
her soft, warm breasts. He hugged her and buried his face in her perfumed 
cleavage. "That's the boy. Just hang on tight and everything will be all 
right. The storm will be over soon." 

She had no idea when the storm would be over, but her reassuring words 
seemed to calm the lad. She kept talking to him softly, holding him close 
with his face between her breasts and stroking his head. Before long he quit 
shivering. "All better now?" . "Uh-huh," he grunted. 

He squirmed and rubbed against her, and Melba could feel his stiff little 
peter brushing her thigh. Her first impulse was to push him away, but she 
realized he could no more help his erection than he could his fright of the 
storm. 

"Long as we stay like this, Missus Upchurch, I don't much care how long it 
storms." His hand slipped down unsurely from her waist. It stopped 
tremblingly on the lower slope into her bosom. 

"Look out now," she warned, and drew his hand back up to her waist. 

It wasn't five minutes till he did the same thing again. Melba pretended to 
be asleep. She wondered just how far the little rascal would try to go. 

Slowly, cautiously, he inched her nightgown up till he had it bunched around 
her trim waist. Melba bit the tip of her tongue but said nothing. She 
couldn't believe the kid really knew what he was doing. Then his hot little 
hand started roaming lightly over the exposed hillocks of her bare behind, 
and she began to wonder if Miles was as innocent as she'd supposed him to 
be. 

I shouldn't let him do that, Melba thought, her skin tingling beneath his 
exploring hand. He's getting too excited. Listen to him breathe! And his 
little heart is beating so fast! 

The boy's hand came up and hovered unsurely above her breast. "Missus 
Upchurch?" he whispered. "You asleep?" 

She lay still, breathing through her mouth, her eyes closed. Stubby boyish 
fingers eased the shoulder strap of her nightgown down her arm. He bared her 
titty and ran his hand over it so lightly it felt like he was tickling her 
with a feather. Her nipple crinkled and hardened. His dry, hot lips enclosed 
the pencileraser tip. An involuntary shiver passed through Melba's 
voluptuous body. The kid drew back as if she'd caught him. She could feel 
his gaze searching her face in the semidarkness. 

Lightning flashed, followed a second later by a clap of thunder that rumbled 
off into the distance. The sound of rain on the roof was lessening. 

Again Miles whispered her name questioningly. When she didn't answer, he 
became bolder and took the wild ripe strawberry of her tumescent nipple into 
his moist, warm mouth. She could feel his tongue lapping the point of her 
sensitive cone as he began sucking gently so as not to awaken her. 

"MM-umm?" she sighed, shifting as if in her sleep, giving him more titty and 
sliding her thigh up over his hip. 

This was madness, but it was so delicious she didn't want to stop the little 
bugger yet. She felt like hugging him tight and kissing him on the lips. 
God, he was sweet, this plump young boy. 

When his hand drifted back down to her rear, she didn't move a muscle. His 
mouth was a wet suction cup, drawing at her tender flesh while he gave her 
ass a good feeling up with his small, shaking hands. Then his fingers 
insinuated themselves into the cleft of her rump. A fingertip probed 
testingly at her rosebud anus, then moved forward. It trembled delightfully 
as it slipped unsurely into the bottom V of her hair-ringed slot. 

"Ooom," Melba crooned, and snuggled tighter against him for a second. Then 
she turned onto her back and let her shapely legs open slowly, deliberately 
making herself vulnerable to his caresses. 

I should be stopping him, not helping him! she thought, guiltily. Why am I 
letting him do this? What's come over me? I'm not this kind of woman ... am 
I?! 

It was raining gently now, steadily. The turbulent front of the storm had 
passed over. She lay there with one tit sticking out and the hem of her 
nightgown dissecting her navel, listening to the soothing patter of 
raindrops while hesitant boyish fingers combed through her crisp pubic 
triangle beneath the covers. Oh, it was lovely. Sweet and pure. A warm, 
pleasant glow swept over her. She wondered who was leading whom astray but 
didn't really care. Her son was snoring softly. Miles thought she was 
asleep, too. She felt delicious. What could it hurt to give the boy a feel? 
She could stop him any time she wanted to, couldn't she? All she would have 
to do was open her eyes and sit up. He was only playing at being a man. Let 
him play, was her thinking. 

His hand was lower now, between her legs. She could feel his feverish little 
palm settling over the swelling lips of her clefted mound. 

Gentle rubbing. Furtive feeling. Fingertips with nails chewed to the quick 
tickling over and around her rectum. 

A dreamy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was beginning to 
leak. He bared her other breast, Melba lifting her shoulder slightly so he 
could pull down the strap. 

Warm, wet suction at her nipple. His small hand sliding up and down on her 
lubricated vulva, the pressure increasing ever so gradually, his breath 
bursting from his nose to bathe moistly over the soft mount of her pleasured 
tit. 

Two fingers slipped into her crack and began stirring the slick paste inside 
her aroused sex. 

I must stop him now, she thought. If I don't, things could get out of hand. 
I mustn't let it go any further than this! 

Melba emitted a soft, whimper-like sigh and, amazed at herself, she spread 
her legs a fraction more and tilted her pelvis. 

He backed away from her breast and looked into her face at close range. "You 
asleep?" he asked fearfully, his fingers still in her, his hand unmoving. 

She reached down and covered his hand with hers, trapping it and pressing it 
tight against her steaming crotch. Without opening her eyes, she asked, "Do 
you actually know what you're doing?" 

He gulpled audibly. "Are you mad at me? You going to tell Ma?" 

Melba opened her eyes. The kid was petrified. "No, I won't tell on you. I 
guess I should be mad at you, but I don't think I am." She wouldn't admit 
she'd been awake all the time. "This is naughty, Miles. You know that, don't 
you?" 

"Yes 'um," he gulped. 

"What do you think I should do about it?" 

"I, ah, d-don't know!" 

"Shh, not so loud. You don't want to wake Bobby, do you? If he wakes up, I 
can't let you do anything else." 

"You mean ... oh boy, I was hopin' but I didn't think...." 

"That I'd let you do it to me?" 

"Yes'um." 

"I shouldn't let you. It's wrong. But you've got me so hot. Maybe I will let 
you ... if you promise to keep your mouth shut. Can you keep a secret?" 

"Ain't nobody could get it outta me," he said, as if swearing to an oath. 

"Have you ever done it?" 

"To a calf, is all, but I seen Pa doing it to Ma." 

Melba shivered deliciously. The fact that he was a virgin made him all the 
more appealing to her. Shorts was all he slept in. She had made him take 
them off and pulled her nightgown off over her head herself. 

They lay down on their sides. She put her leg over him and slipped her hand 
in between their bodies. Her fingers found and enclosed his stiff peter. It 
was so small her hand hid it completely. His lips were trembling when she 
pressed hers to them and teased the tip of her tongue in between. He opened 
his mouth and she slid in her tongue. 

"Mmmm," she sighed, and hugged the darling little fatty tight, one hand 
stroking his plump buttocks and the other giving his goober a fierce love 
squeeze. 

"AHHH!" he cried, and cummed in her hand. The excitement was too much for 
him. 

His pecker twitched throbbingly, was all. He ejaculated nothing. Although he 
had plenty of clear, precoital fluid, Miles' little-boy balls weren't mature 
enough to produce sperm yet. 

This pleased Melba. If he was too young to make cum, he was also too young 
to make a baby. Her only real worry evaporated and she slipped the rest of 
the way into her mood of playful wantonness. She couldn't believe how sexy 
she felt, how willingly sinful this innocent young boy was causing her to 
behave. . 

"Mmmmm, you precious little boy!" she breathed, and began kissing peckingly 
about his face as she continued to fondle his shrinking peter. 

Once she started kissing him, Melba couldn't stop. She kissed down his neck 
and onto his chest, scooting lower in the bed until her head disappeared 
under the covers. He had small fat tits bigger than most girls his age. 
Melba found them delightful. She kissed them and licked them and went from 
one to the other sucking his sensitive little nipples. 

On down his plump torso she kissed, her legs wrapped around his, until 
finally, when she was tonguing his belly button, the dark desire in the back 
of her mind suddenly burst into conscious thought. It came as a-shock when 
she realized where she was going, and why. 

I'M GOING TO SUCK HIS DICK! she groaned inwardly, and an illicit thrill 
ripped through her at the very thought of doing such an indecent thing. My 
Lord, what's happening to me? I've never done that for my husband even! But 
I want to now! It's different with Miles! He's so young, so pure, so 
godawful sweet! I've just got to take it in my mouth and suck it! I'm dying 
to know what his peter tastes like! 

Melba slid lower under the covers. Her nude behind pressed against her son's 
leg at the same instant she skinned back his little friend's pecker and took 
the rosy head of it into her virginal mouth. 

"Uuunn!" she moaned, sucking down on it. She could hear the lad suck in his 
breath, but she was shivering as much as he, and her excitement was even 
greater than his. This was something her husband had been trying 
unsuccessfully to get her to do for him for years. Now she was doing it, and 
for a young boy whose last name she couldn't recall. Nothing had ever 
thrilled her quite so much as yielding at last to this perverted act which 
she'd resisted for so long. The fact that her own precious son was in the 
bed with them made her moment of lustful insanity all the more heady. Her 
mind was fairly swimming. 

Miles' prick was hard as a bone again. It had a salty, musky taste about it. 
The clear secretions of his boyish glands was smeared all over it. His 
sexual fluid delighted her palate. It felt slick to her tongue and lips. The 
flavor was like nothing she'd ever tasted before. 

Dear God, I love it! she moaned silently, tightening her soft lips around 
the boy's hard shaft and licking greedily at the scrumptious head of his 
penis. 

Slurp, slurp, slurp! 

She could hear the lascivious sounds of her sucking and licking. It excited 
her all the more. She slipped her hand between his legs and fondled his 
bird's-egg testicles. He was so young there wasn't a hair on him anywhere 
but his blonde head. 

Time stood still. She could hardly breathe under the covers, but her 
pleasure was so great she wanted to stay there all night, sucking and 
licking at the sleek knob of the child's bare dickhead. She just couldn't 
stop sucking it. 

He cummed again, holding his breath to keep from crying out. Melba could 
feel his toothsome morsel twitching and jerking in her mouth. She kept right 
on sucking. The ball of her thumb glided over his tiny, quivering nutsac 
while with the end of her middle finger she -rimmed his tight, winking anus. 
By this time she felt as if she could devour him whole. When his throbbing 
glans rewarded her with a drop of milky liquid, she whimpered her pleasure 
and let it spread over her tongue, savoring the pungent flavor and thrilling 
anew at the way it permeated her taste buds and set them to tingling. 

Melba simply couldn't get enough of the adorable youngster. Oral sex was 
terribly exciting. Now that she had tried it at long last, she was going 
hog-wild over it. So hot and bothered that she scarcely knew what she was 
doing, the before-today proper wife and mother pushed up the lad's leg and 
smacked a big wet kiss dead center of his fleshy buns. 

"OHH, OHH!" she whined. 

She stuck out her tongue and took a tentative lap at his sweaty little 
rectum. This isn't me! I can't be doing this! was her fuzzy thinking. But 
she was, and in her heart of hearts it thrilled her tremendously. Feeling 
deliciously dirty, she nuzzled her pretty face right in between his fatty 
globes and deliberately licked his asshole. She glued her puffy red lips to 
the crinkled brown skin surrounding the child's forbidden butthole and 
scrubbed his rubbery ring avidly with her warm, wet tongue. 

What am I doing? Am I losing my mind?! she demanded of herself, and then she 
uttered a strangled little cry and shot her insatiable tongue right up into 
the kid's tart-tasting asshole. 

"Nn-aah, nn-aah!" Melba half-moaned, half-sighed as she licked the smooth, 
feverish walls, her tongue thrust far as it would go up the snug tube beyond 
his elastic anal opening. 

She drew her taste organ from his gripping rectum and clucked it against the 
roof of her mouth. The dark brown taste clinging to it caused a tightening 
in her loins that sent a mass of built-up cuntal cream out through the 
blood-filled gates of her hairy sex hole. It felt all wet and sticky between 
her legs. She rubbed her thighs together and slithered her tongue back into 
his anus. 

For a moment, Melba tongue-fucked his asshole furiously, then she backed up 
and emitted a pleasured moan as she caught his glans with her lips and 
sucked every bit of his spongy penis into her mouth. With her face pressed 
into his belly and her lips forming an airtight seal against the hairless 
skin of his fatty mound, she sucked his limber peter and laved it eagerly 
with her tongue. 

Melba could feel it growing in her suctioning oral cavern, and this was 
exactly what she wanted. She kept mouthing it till it was fully erect again, 
swallowing the drops of clear nectar that seeped out one at a time onto her 
appreciative tongue. 

"Mmmm, what a sweet little pecker!" she sighed, and kissed the taut-skinned 
head good-bye before she slid up and flung her leg over the boy's hip. "Shh, 
don't talk. Just lie still till I get it in." 

She reached down under her upraised thigh and took his spit-slick organ 
between her thumb and two fingers. Holding it steady, she snuggled her 
stomach against his and snapped her hips forward. Her grown-woman's pussy, 
slick and hot, swallowed his small peter in one greedy gulp. 

"Ohhh!" he whimpered, batting his eyes, to which Melba's reply was a 
heartfelt: 

"Aaaah!" 

Miles didn't have much compared to a man, but Melba wasn't comparing him to 
a man. His fat little dick felt wonderful to her now that she had it inside 
her hungry hole. She clamped her cuntal muscles snugly around his boyish 
stem and, holding him by the cheeks of his plump butt, started hunching him 
slowly, being careful not to shake the bed too much and wake up her son. 

"Oooh," he sighed, just lying there gazing into her twinkling, 
passion-glazed eyes. "Oh, Missus Upchurch, I ... ohhhh ... it feels ... 
aahhhh...." 

"Shh," she cautioned, patting his rotund bottom. "I know, sugar. It feels 
good to me, too. Now just lie still and be quiet as a little mouse, hummmm?" 

He nodded and w-edged his chin into the cleft of the upper slopes of her 
breasts, breathing the sweet smell of her perfume and perspiration. 

The muscles in her back and belly worked rhythmically to keep her hips 
gliding smoothly and leisurely back and forth. She lost him with a four-inch 
stroke, stuffed him quickly back in and after that held herself to 
three-inch thrusts. When she moved forward, she would relax and allow her 
sopping slot to gulp him whole. Then she would pause and hug him against her 
loins while she tightened her internal muscles around him once more. It 
heightened her pleasure to deliberately clasp him with her velvety sheath. 
She discovered she could make their fit so nice and snug that, when she 
pulled back, her pussy was actually sucking on his peter to the extent that 
she could feel her swollen labia distending out around his rock-hard shaft. 

"Oh, Miles, it's so good, isn't it, sugar?" she whispered, her lips brushing 
his ear. 

"Unn-humm." His reply was barely audible, sort of a pleasured whimper. 

Losing control of herself, Melba squeezed his buttocks and covered his ear 
with her mouth. She swirled her tongue wetly around in the whorls of his ear 
and began hunching the darling boy faster and harder. 

"Ohh, ohh, ohh," she chanted. 

Her carnal joy mounted to the point that it blanked everything else from her 
reeling mind, and she started fucking the lad furiously, losing herself in a 
fit of desire. Soon, her pumping hips had the bed creaking and rocking from 
side to side. Too late, Melba heard herself crying out: 

"OHHHH ... AAAHHHH ... OH, GOD, GOD, GOD!!!" 

"Mama! Mama, what's wrong?!" 

It was Bobby, sitting bolt upright. 

"Huh?." Melba put on the brakes and rolled onto her back, decocking herself 
just when she needed to keep that sweet young pecker in her more than 
anything! 

"Ohhh, Bobby?" she slurred, her frustration making it sound as if she were 
half asleep. "Nothing, honey. Mama was just ... having a bad dream. Go back 
to sleep now. Miles finally drifted off. We mustn't wake him." 

Bobby made a muffled, sleepy sound and flopped back down. In less than a 
minute he was snoring again. But Melba had come too close to being caught by 
her son to continue. When Miles tried to feel her up, she slapped his hand 
and told him no. 

"You must never touch me that way again, young man," she warned in a voice 
scarcely more than a whisper. "I'm not blaming you for what I did. But I'm 
going to sleep now, and if you wake me up that way again, I'll tell your 
mother and the police. Do you understand?" 

The kid nodded and gulped. 

Melba sat up and put on her nightgown. She lay rigid as a board, staring up 
at the ceiling and listening to what should have been a soothing sound, the 
gently falling rain. She felt cheap and dirty, thoroughly ashamed of 
herself. 

Several minutes later, when the boy thought she was asleep, he jacked 
himself off. Melba lay there gritting her teeth. She could feel the bed 
jiggling, could hear his hand slapping his body. Her snatch was ablaze. The 
crack of her ass was wet with her continuing cuntal dribbles, the sheet 
beneath her buttocks felt damp and sticky. 

When he finally stiffened and groaned, Melba heaved a sigh, too. If he'd 
kept at it a second longer, she would've gone right out of her tortured 
mind. As it was, she'd been dangerously close to rolling back over and 
finishing what she'd started with him. 

Melba slept fitfully that night. Her frustration caused her to toss and turn 
so much that she finally woke both boys. 

"She must be having that bad dream again," Bobby muttered yawningly. "Come 
on, Miles, the storm's over. We'll go back to my room now." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

A hangover of guilt made it impossible for Melba to look Miles in the eye 
during breakfast the next morning. She'd awakened dreaming she was sucking 
his peter again, and the dream had seemed so real she could taste it in her 
mouth. 

"What's the matter, Melba?" Lynn asked, glancing up from her plate of ham 
and scrambled eggs. 

"Nothing," Melba mumbled. She lowered her eyes, lifted her coffee cup with 
both hands and took a sip of the steaming black liquid. 

"You look all uptight this morning," Lynn persisted. "Didn't you sleep 
well?" 

"Not very," Melba admitted. "I guess the storm must've upset me." 

"Not me," Lynn sighed. She stretched cat-like and wriggled sensually. "I 
love the sound of rain. I slept like a log." 

Miles forked in a load of scrambled eggs and packed it with a big bite of 
toast. As he started chewing, he threw Melba a furtive glance and then 
looked at Bobby. Melba feared the boy had told her son something. Bobby was 
uncharacteristically quiet this morning. He seemed to be off his feed, too. 
Bobby was only pecking at his food. He wouldn't look directly at his mother, 
and he had the oddest expression on his face, as if he were ashamed of her 
or something. 

After breakfast Melba took him aside and demanded, "What's the matter with 
you this morning, Son?" 

"Nuthin', I guess." 

"The word is nothing," Melba corrected. "But something's bothering you, and 
I want to know what it is." 

"Well ... it's just that ... why are you so grouchy this morning? You act 
like you're mad at Miles. Don't you like him? He couldn't help bein' scared 
last night, Mama. Honest he couldn't." 

Melba heaved a sigh of relief. "I know he couldn't. Of course I like your 
little friend. It's just that I didn't sleep well myself, is all. Now scoot 
on out and play." 

"Can I pump Miles home on my bike? They got a big old oak tree in their back 
yard, with a towsack swing on it." Bobby didn't tell his mother they climbed 
up on a rickety old six-foot step-ladder and leaped out onto the swing, 
wrapping their legs around the stuffed towsack to sail through the air like 
Tarzan. If she knew that, she wouldn't let him go. 

"Pump him home if you want to, but be careful, and I want you back here by 
noon." 

"I'll wash the dishes," Lynn called. She was already scraping the plates and 
clearing the table. 

When the boys whooped out, Miles with his little canvas overnight bag and 
not so much as a "Thank you, Missus Upchurch, I had a good time," Melba felt 
strangely let down. Her loins felt tight and puffed. Her nerves were on 
edge. She couldn't stop thinking about last night and the dream she'd been 
having when she awakened. It made her pussy tingle. She went to her room and 
changed her panties because her crotchband was getting slimy. 

There was no doubt about it; she had a good case of the hot pants this 
morning. For a moment she was tempted to run next door to Flo's. Then she 
shook her head and mentally scolded herself for what she was thinking: No, 
damn it, I won't do it. It could get to be a habit! And what would I say? 
Hi, Flo, I need a good screwing can I borrow Dancer for a few minutes? I'd 
feel like a ... like a complete ass, a horrid nymphomaniac. I shouldn't have 
done it yesterday and I certainly won't do it again. And last night, my God, 
I've got to be careful. I feel like I'm coming unglued! 

Lynn was just finishing the dishes when Melba struck her head in the 
kitchen. "I'm going to the grocery store. Want to go with me?" 

"Huh-uh. Hoyt said he'd call me this morning. Get me a can of Arrid Extra 
Dry, will you? Unscented." 

When Melba pulled out of the shopping center's parking lot, three bags of 
groceries in the back seat of her '71 white Ford sedan, there was a young 
boy standing beside the highway with his thumb out. She'd never picked up a 
hitchhiker before in her life, so it rather surprised her when she 
impulsively hit the brakes and pulled over to the curb just ahead of this 
one. The kid came running and snatched open the door. He slid in grinning 
and shut the door. 

"Thank you, ma'am." 

Melba nodded and pulled away from the curb. "I'm not going very far, I'm 
afraid." 

"That's all right. Appreciate it." 

He had reddish-brown hair and a million freckles. His clothes-faded Levi's, 
a cheap green wind-breaker frayed at the cuffs and an old pair of scuffed 
electrician's boots-made him look like a farm boy. Melba thought how young 
and wholesome the freshly scrubbed lad looked. 

"You live in Fayetteville?" 

"No, ma'am. Down near Winslow." 

"Where are you going?" 

"Rogers." 

"I'll take you far as Springdale." She wondered why she'd said that. 
"Appreciate it." 

Oh, well, she thought, what can it hurt? The little town was only five miles 
or so past her house. "What's your name?" 

"Harold." He looked at her and smiled. "You sure are a pretty lady, ma'am." 

It was Melba's turn to smile. "Well, thank you." 

A moment later, out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the boy gawking 
at her dimpled knees and the six inches or so of thigh her skirt revealed. 
"Do you like my legs?" she heard herself asking. Her cheeks flushed and she 
bit her tongue. 

The lad mumbled an apology and turned his head to look embarrassedly out the 
window. 

Melba laughed nervously as a result of her own discomfort. 

"Don't have to laugh at me," Harold muttered. "Oh, no, I wasn't laughing at 
you, Harold. You mustn't think that. It was just ... just something funny 
that crossed my mind. How old are you?" 

"Be fifteen next month." 

"Sweet fifteen and never been fondled?" She had no idea what made her say 
such a silly thing. 

"I been kissed," he corrected, glancing at her suspiciously. 

"Of course you have, a good-looking boy like you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't 
have said that." 

"It's all right. Don't bother me." 

"I'll bet you've got a steady girl, huh?" 

He nodded. "I'm goin' to see her now. Her folks moved to Rogers coupla 
months back." 

The strangest sensation was sweeping over Melba. She'd never seen this kid 
before and knew she never would again. It was as if the Devil had sent him 
to tempt her in her moment of need. 

"What's your girl's name?" 

"Sally Holcomb." 

"Is she pretty?" 

"Yes'urn." 

"Prettier than me?" 

"Not as pretty." 

Melba gulped and tugged her skirt a couple of inches higher. "You're just 
saying that to make me feel good." 

"No, ma'am. You're pretty. Real pretty." 

"And you like my legs, too, don't you?" Melba asked throatily. A surge of 
illicit excitement rippled through her as she seductively eased her dress 
clear up to the tops of her thighs. 

The farm boy's mouth dropped open. He was all eyes. Melba took his hand and 
stroked it up the inside of her right thigh. 

"Feel good to you, Harold?" 

He made a little whimpering sound in his throat. 

At the moment, Melba didn't feel a bit like a wife and mother. She drew the 
lad's fingers right against her secretion-moist crotchband and rubbed her 
pussy with them. It gave her a lewd thrill to be acting this way with a 
young hitchhiker she didn't know from Adam. She put his hand down on the 
seat beside her and patted it. 

"Does Sally let you feel her there?" 

"So-sometimes," he stuttered. 

"Has she ever let you put your thing in her and do it to her?" Melba could 
hardly recognize her own voice. She couldn't believe she was saying such 
vulgar things. 

"Not yet," He laughed a tiny, nervous laugh. "But I sure keep hopin' ... and 
tryin'." 

"I'll bet you do, at that. Slide over closer to me, Harold. Let me feel 
yours." 

The youth slid over and Melba slipped her trembling hand between his legs. 
It was difficult for her to concentrate on her driving. 

"Ohh, you've got a hard-on, haven't you?" 

"Reckon maybe I have," he admitted, and let out a pleasured sigh when Melba 
rubbed his erection. The country boy didn't know what to think, but he 
wasn't about to complain. 

"Have you ever done it to a girl?" 

"No, ma'am?" 

"What if I let you do it to me? Would you like that?" 

"Oh, boy, would I ever!" 

Melba's house was behind and forgotten now. They were entering Springdale. 
"Where can we go?" 

"I know where some woods is outside of Rogers. 

There ain't nuthin' around. I parked there with Sally when I drove up in 
Pa's pickup once." 

"All right," Melba breathed. "You'd better scoot back over for now, though. 
We don't want anyone to know what we're up to, do we?" 

She stopped at a drug store in Springdale and bought a pack of rubbers. This 
is crazy! Absolutely insane! she thought as she drove on toward Rogers. 

The atmosphere in the car was charged with electricity. They were at a loss 
for words now, the boy sitting on one side and Melba on the other. He kept 
glancing at her as she drove. She would meet his gaze and smile. The muscles 
in her face began to ache, she was smiling so much. It was as if some impish 
creature had taken possession of her body. The bulge in his jeans was 
constant. It looked delicious. She could hardly wait to taste it. 

Rogers was ten miles or so past Springdale. Before they reached it, Harold 
directed her to turn off on a farm road. Minutes later she drew her 
husband's Ford to a halt in a secluded copse of woods and let back the seat. 

"I'm nervous, Harold. I've never done anything like this before." 

"Me neither." 

"I'm a married woman. I shouldn't be here with you." 

Harold shrugged. His upper lip twitched. He was scared, willing to call it 
off if she wanted to back out. 

"So sweet ... so young," Melba cooed as she set her purse on the dashboard 
and slid across the seat toward the boy. "Are you afraid of me? Don't be 
afraid of me, Harold." 

She took his freckled face in her hands and kissed him. His lips were dry 
and hot. They were smeared with her lipstick when she drew back. 

"Moisten your lips like this." She licked her own to demonstrate and he 
followed suit. "Now kiss me again, only this time leave your lips parted and 
stick your tongue in my mouth." 

Melba rolled half atop the lad. She made a mewling sound in her throat as 
she forced his head down to the top of the backrest and flattened her soft 
breasts against his lean, hard chest. Her fingers combed through his mop of 
brownish-red hair while hungrily she sucked the sweetness of his timid young 
tongue. Rays of sunlight filtered down into the woods surrounding them. She 
could hear birds singing as they flitted about in the branches overhead. I 
was divine. She felt like Eve with Adam in the Garden of Eden. The Serpent 
had her under his power and she loved it. 

"Take it out. Show me your dick." 

He unzipped his fly and tugged out five inches of pulsing turgidity. 

"It's beautiful," she breathed, her hand enclosing the fat shaft. 

She stroked it slowly, her eyes drinking in the exciting sight as she drew 
its hood on and off the rosy head. The tiny eye was leaking clear fluid. 
Melba shifted about and lowered her head. She pursed her soft lips and 
kissed the bluntly rounded tip. Then she extended her tongue and licked it. 

"Aaah!" the country boy gasped, his body tensing. "Ohh, ma'am, what are you 
doing?" 

"Don't you like it? Doesn't it feel good?" 

"Yes, but ... but you shouldn't do that, of course, but what he said only 
made her want to taste him all the more. She pulled his foreskin back all 
the way and took his bare dickhead into her mouth. A shiver of wanton 
delight passed through her at the warm, salty, not too clean taste of him. 
She wrapped her red lips around his white shaft and sucked down on his musky 
glans, cleaning it thoroughly. , "Oooh! Oh, ma'am ... ma'aammm!" 

"Mmmm," Melba sighed, her tongue sweeping exploringly round and around the 
taut-skinned surface of his hard/soft crown. The clear liquid that seeped 
out tasted a bit more heady than her son's little friend's stuff had. It was 
thicker, too. It thrilled her to lick it off him and swallow it down. She 
began bobbing her head, sucking harder. 

"Ma'am? Ma'am, you better ... ohhh ... st-stop!" 

SLURP! 

Her head came up quickly, looking around. "What's wrong? Is someone out 
there?" 

He shook his head. "I was about to ... about to...." 

"To cum?" she asked, holding back the "already?" When he nodded, Melba felt 
giddy with desire. "Oh, you sweet boy, do it! Cum in my mouth!" 

Melba was amazed at herself for wanting to carry this obscene act to 
completion. This wasn't like her at all. What am I doing out here in the 
woods with this young boy?! she moaned inwardly. 

But she knew damned well what she was doing, and just the thought of 
allowing him to shoot off in her mouth gave her a purely lascivious thrill. 
I just want to taste it! I won't swallow. I'll only hold it in my mouth and 
then spit it out, Melba told herself as she leaned back over the boy and 
engulfed the top three inches of his saliva-coated rod. 

Her lustrous auburn hair brushed his denim-clad loins and thighs as eagerly 
she mouthed his meat, her head rising and falling rhythmically. 

"Ohh, ohh, ohh!" she could hear him chanting, and she thought: 

He's going to cum in my mouth, any second now! Oh, listen to him! God, I'm 
excited! Oooh, this can't be meee! 

"Mmm, mmm!" Melba sighed through her nose. 

She was sucking avidly to bring him off. Her cheeks were drawing inward. Her 
soft oral petals clung tenaciously to his spit-slick stalk, folding in 
against her teeth as she took his tangy organ into her mouth, then pulling 
out from her face to distend salaciously around the thick shaft as she 
sucked voraciously and lifted her head. 

"AAAAH ... AAAHHHHH ... AHH-UUNNGGHHHH!!!" 

Oh, oh, now! He's starting! Oh, what am I doing?! her mind railed, but she 
had no desire to stop. 

A warm stream of thick cream gushed from the expanded crown of the twitching 
prick. It flooded her tongue, set her discerning taste buds to tingling. His 
sperm had a rich, pungent flavor. The taste of it made her head swim. 

"MMMMM ... GLUB, BLUB!" 

Down her throat it went. Now that she'd tasted it, she wasn't about to spit 
it out. Having this young hitchhiker squirt his load into her mouth gave 
Melba a wicked thrill that grabbed at her guts and set her heart to pounding 
like crazy. Her lips tightened like a drawstring around the top of his 
thumping shaft, and she sucked like mad at the ballooning head of his 
cum-spewing pecker. 

SHOOT IT, SHOOT ITTTW" she groaned silently, drinking his frothy stuff down 
fast as he pumped it into her greedy mouth. 

A couple of teaspoonfuls was all his young nuts contained, but what there 
was of it was delicious, like nothing Melba had sampled before. She held his 
penis in her mouth while it went soft, laving it with her tongue and cooing 
her satisfaction. Then she took the entire spongy tube in her mouth, marking 
him with lipstick on his fly, and lifted her head slowly, sucking hard. By 
the time his sensitive glans slipped from between her full, puffy lips, 
she'd drained him of his final sluggish drops. 

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. Melba smacked her lips and sat up, smiling 
sheepishly. "I don't know what came over me. I've never even done that for 
my husband." 

The lad looked wilted. He slumped there with his eyes closed and his mouth 
hanging open. 

"I'm glad I did it for you, though. I liked it. Did you?" 

"God A'mighty, yes," he moaned. "I never knew nuthin' could be as good as 
that!" 

Melba whisked off her panties and placed the boy's hand between her legs. 
"Feel how warm and wet my pussy is. It wants your peter, Harold. Can you get 
it up again? Ohh, you can! It's raising up again already! My, you're a 
strong boy. That's it, feel me up good. It excites you to touch my pussy, 
doesn't it? Ooouuu, your finger feels nice! Give me another one! Use two 
fingers on me, you sweet boy!" 

The farm boy couldn't believe his good fortune, but he didn't question it. 
He'd never had a piece of puss. It was like a dream coming true. This 
gorgeous woman wanted to give him a little, and he meant to get it while the 
getting was good. If her hot, slick twat felt anywhere near as good as her 
mouth had, his old dick was in for a real treat. When she French kissed him 
again, he could taste his own pecker in her mouth. It excited him all the 
more, but he made a mental note not to tell the boys he'd let her kiss him 
after she'd cocksucked him. 

He pushed two fingers all the way into her hairy hole and waggled them 
around. It's softer'n a baby's skin in there! he thought excitedly. And 
she's plumb full of that sticky hot goo! 

Beside himself, the lad started jabbing his fingers awkwardly in and out of 
her lubricated slot. Melba whimpered softly and flung her legs wider apart. 
She grabbed his dong. It was almost full up again. She shot her tongue into 
his mouth and began beating his meat as she hunched his pleasure-giving 
hand. 

"Ohh, ohhh! You're making me so hot! You're ready, aren't you? Take your 
pants down!" 

While the kid pushed his pants and shorts down below his bony knees, Melba 
fumbled the packet of rubbers from her purse. She rolled one onto his virile 
young rod, but fearing it might burst, she rolled a second one down over the 
first. Deciding to take absolutely no chances of an accidental pregnancy, 
she put the third condom on him, as well. The youth apparently didn't know 
any better, because he didn't complain. 

Having three rubbers on him made Melba feel physically safe if not morally 
justified in what she was doing. She figured she might as well use the whole 
package. This was a one-time thing, a fit of lustful delirium. She would 
never, never do anything like this again. 

Dear Lord, I'm being unfaithful to Don! she thought, wincing as if the 
sudden stab from her wifely conscience was a physical rather than a mental 
thing. After all these years, why am I doing this? And with a young boy, 
too? I can't help it! Oh, heart, stop beating so wildly! Before you burst 
apart! 

Nervously she glanced around in all directions, half hoping for an excuse 
outside herself to stop before it was too late. Any reason to stop would 
have to come from without, for in her present condition there was no way she 
could apply the brakes internally. The hell of it was, she felt bad about 
cheating on her decent husband and didn't really want to do it. She was 
being yanked in two directions, her mind holding her back and her voluptuous 
body driving her on. 

No external excuse was forthcoming, however. They were quite alone in the 
brightly colored autumn woods. A gentle breeze rustled in red and gold 
leaves overhead. The chirping birds couldn't have cared less what was going 
on in her car. The distant moo of a contented cow wafted into Melba's alert 
ears. 

"I think I may faint," she puled as she lay down with her head on the 
driver's side and hoisted her skirt up around her trim waist. "Do it! Get it 
in fast before I change my mind!" 

"Don't you want to?" Harold asked naively as he slipped in between her legs. 

She clutched his three-rubbered organ and aimed it at her soft pink crevice, 
tugging him down and wedging the end between her fluted petals. 

"Ooooh! Oh, yes, I do want to! I need it!" 

Her sex opening was slick and hot. The puffy lips opened around the bulging 
knob and, her copious secretions providing lubrication, it sank swiftly into 
her hairy hole. 

"Yes, yesss!" she sighed, shivering with delight as the pulsing organ probed 
into her belly. She could feel the lad's sharp pubic bone pressing into her 
soft mons and his hot young balls snuggling into the crack of her quivering 
ass. "Ohhh ... oh, Harold ... darling ... it feels so good! Do it! Fuck 
me!." 

Even through the three coatings of thin rubber, the kid could feel the moist 
heat of her woman's body surrounding his peter. Her excited voice rang 
thrillingly in his ears, "Harold ... darling ... fuck me!" Thinking this was 
too good to be true, that he had to be dreaming, he started bucking 
furiously atop her, racing against time to cum before he woke up and found 
himself home in bed. 

"Oooh, oooh!" Melba moaned. She hooked her right leg over the back of the 
seat and flung her left foot down to the floorboard, spreading herself wide 
open to his vigorous assault. "THAT'S IT, BABY! HARD AND FAST! AAAAH ... 
GIVE IT TOMEEE!!!" 

The seat bounced beneath them, the car rocking on its suspension system. 
After about thirty seconds of his awkward but eager thrusting, Melba threw 
her arms and legs around him and locked him to her with his stony rod full 
into her hairy hole. 

"OHHH, I'M CUMMING ... ALREADY ... OHHHHH, OHHHHH ... CUMMING ... AAAHHHHH 
... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!!" 

Blessed relief swept over her. The velvety walls of her sheath fluttered out 
of control and began clasping spasmodically at his fully inserted member. 

"OHHHHHH ... AAHHHHHH ... OH, GODDD!!!" 

Her toes curled up inside her loafers. She rubbed her face against his 
shoulder, leaving traces of red lipstick smeared on the smooth material of 
his green windbreaker. Her slender fingers fanned out as she cupped his 
tensed buttocks and held him into her quaking body. 

"Mmmm," she sighed when her moment of orgasmic bliss was over. "Oh, that was 
wonderful! Just what I needed." 

The farm boy was in his glory now. All his doubts of inadequacy were 
dispeled. He'd given this gorgeous married woman a cum, and it made him feel 
ten feet tall. He had what it took. In his own mind he was a man at last, 
and he started fucking into her again to prove to both her and himself just 
how much of a man he really was. Of course he wouldn't have lasted a minute 
inside the moist depths of her hot, silky vagina if it hadn't been for the 
three rubbers she'd put on him, but that never crossed his inexperienced 
mind. He was fucking a full-grown woman and, man, his girl friend's scrawny 
little butt would never look the same again. 

"UH, UH, UH!" he grunted, driving, thrusting, ramming it to her. 

For a moment Melba just lay there, her pussy too sensitive to really feel 
much. She was thinking of her husband and son, wondering why in God's name 
she'd risked everything for a few stolen moments of cheap thrills. She felt 
like crying. Tears were misting her hazel eyes when the stroking prick of 
the young hitchhiker began to feel good to her again. She sucked her lower 
lip into her mouth and chewed it, feeling sorely ashamed of herself. 

But the physical stimulation of her erogenous cuntflesh couldn't be ignored. 
Each thrust of his rampant erection felt better than the last. Home, husband 
and virtue faded from her mind as the teenager's stabbing pecker pumped in a 
sufficient amount of pleasure to crowd out her shame. Her passion mounted 
rapidly until it was impossible for Melba to think of anything but this 
delicious fucking she was getting. 

"Ohhhh, you're so strong ... so young ... so rough! I love it!" 

There was something about doing it with a young boy that thrilled her in a 
way her older husband never had. The little freckle-faced ridge-runner was 
so eager. She was giving him his first piece, introducing him to the 
pleasures of the flesh, and robbing him forever of his purity and innocence. 

"Oh, how sweet it is," she sighed. 

"UH, UH, UH!" Humping away. Panting. Sweat beading on his forehead. A shock 
of brownish-red hair hanging down. His youthfully handsome face trying to 
smile but not quite making it. 

"God, you're delicious!" Melba crooned. She buried her fingers in his hair 
and slid her legs down his. His Levi's were bunched around his boots. She 
hooked her loafer-encased feet under his pants and began throwing it up to 
him. "Sweet dick! Oh, Harold, you've got a nice one! Slip your hands under 
me! Hold me by the butt while you fuck it into me!" 

He'd been supporting himself on his elbows and knees. When he shoved his 
hands under her undulating backside, his lean chest came crashing down onto 
her. The spongy pillows of her large breasts flattened thrillingly against 
him. He took a double handful of her resilient buttocks and they went at it, 
the springs in the seat squeaking rhythmically, the car bouncing gently in 
the privacy of the autumn-painted woods. 

"OH, BABY, BABY!" she puled, working with him as the virile youth powered 
the pole to her. She was overwhelmed with the incredible sweetness of 
balling a teenaged boy. 

There was no past or future, only the present. The muscles in her abdomen 
rippled beneath her perspiration-sheened skin as mindlessly she hunched her 
pleasured pussy up to the grunting, panting boy. Her swollen, hair-rimmed 
labia fluttered joyously around the rubber sheathed girth of his fat, 
incessantly stabbing organ. . 

Melba scarcely noticed that his peter was too short to touch bottom. Her 
clitoris stood out boldly at the top of her elliptical orifice, its 
ultra-sensitive tip being flicked maddeningly by the three ridges of rolled 
rubber near the base of his pistoning dong. The top condom had slipped 
forward a little, the outside one a bit more than the one in the middle, and 
the result was much the same as if the kid were wearing a French tickler. 
Back and forth those ridges of rubber popped through her inflamed cuntlips, 
batting at her raw-nerved clit above. Melba thought she would swoon from the 
intense pleasure of it. 

"YOU'RE DRIVING ME ... OOUUUU ... OUT OF MY MIND! OH, YOU DARLING BOY! FUCK 
ME, FUCK ME! NEVER STOP!" 

She pulled his head down and kissed him with open-mouthed urgency, screwing 
his mouth with her tongue while his arcing rump drove his turgid tool 
rapid-fire in and out of the sopping slit between her legs. 

Slap, slap, slap! his bare belly sounded against hers, while his dangling 
testicles whacked softly, splst, splat, splat into the milk-white valley of 
her churning asscheeks. 

In a fit of lust she tried to ram her tongue clear down his throat. When his 
tongue whipped hers submissively back into her mouth, she accepted his 
probing taste organ and sucked it rapaciously while they strained buckingly 
toward orgasm, locked together throbbing cock and fluttering cunt. 

"OOOOH ... OH, GODDAMN ... IT'S GLORIOUS! HARDER, BABY! PLEASE! FASTER! OHH, 
GO, YOU SWEET THING! GIMME ALL YOU'VE GOT! AAAAH ... SCREW ME, SCREW ME! HOT 
AND SWEET!" 

"DAMN BET'CHA!" the kid panted, his freckled face beaming proudly as he 
increased the tempo of his vigorous thrusting motions. 

"OHHHH ... OHH, YESSSS!!!" Melba trilled, and shifting gears to stay with 
him, she matched him stroke for furious stroke. 

Their sweat-filmed stomachs slapped together rapidly. The muscular cheeks of 
the boy's bobbing butt clenched and relaxed swiftly. The cords connecting 
Melba's shapely thighs to her feverish groin stood out taut as bowstrings, 
quivering and jerking as her luscious rump fairly flew up and down. 

"OHHHH ... OH, GOD ... GODDD!!!" she moaned, her head lolling rapturously, 
the boy above her grunting, "UH, UH, UH!" with his glassy eyes staring down 
at her lust-contorted visage in awe-stricken wonder. 

"SAY SOMETHING!" she wailed. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back 
so she could see his face better. "DON'T YOU LIKE IT?!" 

"OHHH!" he whimpered, licking his parched lips. He nodded tightly, "FUCKIN' 
... UH, UH ... OH, MA'AM ... IT'S GREAT!" 

"MY GOD, YESSS!" she squealed. 

Reveling in the wanton mood of their illicit sex act, Melba mussed the kid's 
hair and hugged him fiercely to her womanly bosom. Then she slid her hands 
down and clutched the firm cheeks of his boyish bottom. Suddenly she jerked 
his peter into her and bowed up, lifting him. 

"OOOOHHHHH!!!" she groaned, the fleshy globes of her suspended rear end 
quivering in midair. Then she collapsed back to the seat with the lad's meat 
planted in her belly, shrieking, "NOW, NOW! I'M ALMOST THERE! OHHH ... SOCK 
IT TO MEEE ... HARD ... AAARRGGHH ... AND FASTTT!!!" 

It frightened the inexperienced youth a little, she was coming on so strong, 
but he swung into action and gave her all he had. 

"AHHH, AAHHHH!" Melba cried. 

She lost a shoe getting her feet untangled from his Levi's. Her 
loafer-encased left foot slapped the floorboard. She flung her right leg 
over the back of the seat. Her bare foot fanned the air as she employed the 
muscles in her legs and abdomen to help her hammer her hungry snatch up to 
the boy. 

"PUSH ME, PUSH ME OOVVEERRR!!!" she whined, both of them humping like mad, 
huffing for breath. 

Melba slapped at the youth's buttocks and raked them with her red 
fingernails to spur him on. "AAGH, AARRGGHHH!" she could hear him groaning. 
She knew she was hurting him but couldn't stop. The bittersweet agony of 
preorgasmic tension was drawing her intestines up into knots. She could 
barely get her breath. 

"OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!" she gasped, her belly heaving as she flung back her head 
and strained toward release. 

She was so full of juice it was trickling down the crack of her bucking ass. 
Squish, squish, squish, came the thrilling sounds of his rock-hard prick 
plunging into her soft, pouting pussy. 

A rear spring needing grease squeaked in protest as the car pitched and 
bounced. 

The teenager was also caught in the swirling funnel of the climactic vortex. 
His lips drew back tremulously over his white teeth. The kid's tack-hammer 
butt was a blur of motion, driving his spike like John Henry driving steel. 
His pulsing pecker pistoned frenziedly in the sucking wet cylinder of 
Melba's snug vagina. 

There was a faint scent of rubber mixed with the heady aroma of sex and 
sweat, the odor of their fornication wafting into their dilated nostrils 
with each gasping breath they took. The smell of their illicit sexual 
intercourse excited Melba and her young lover all the more. 

"NNOOWWW!!!" Melba screeched, grabbing the lad's buns and pulling his 
twitching pecker into her to the hilt as she fell back gnashing her teeth. 
"I'M THERE! OOOUUU ... I'M CUMMING ... OHHHHH . , . AAAH-GAAAAHHHHH!!!" 

Her right heel thudded against the back of the seat, her calf hugging the 
upholstery, while her left foot trembled spastically in the floorboard, the 
heel of her loafer beating erratically at the carpet." 

"OHHH ... OOOHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHH!!!" 

The delicate features of her pretty face contorted into a mask of carnal 
rapture, her auburn hair billowing softly as her head rocked ecstatically to 
and fro. 

"OHH, JESUS ... AAAAHHHHHH!!!" 

Spasmodically her pussy gulped at his balls-deep cock, her rosebud anus 
winking with a heartbeat-like rhythn. The intensity of her climax tingled 
all the way up her spine. She began shuddering uncontrollably and sobbing 
brokenly. Melba was having a deep, vaginal orgasm this time. Even her guts 
were quivering and jerking. 

"UNG, UNG, UNG!" she could hear the boy grunting, and she knew she'd carried 
him into climax along with her. 

The orgasmic twitching of his young phallus told her for sure he was cumming 
inside her, although the rubbers prevented her from experiencing the 
satisfying sensations of his jetting semen. 

"OHHHHHH ... OH, YES ... CUM, BABY, CUM ... OHHHHH ... MMMMM ... OH, GOD ... 
AAAHHHHH!!!" 

They clung to one another's asses, gasping and moaning, as the flesh-quaking 
tremors of their simultaneous cumming racked their pleasured bodies. 

"Leave it in! Don't move!" Melba husked, when a few seconds later the boy 
attempted to withdraw. She wanted to remain connected and savor the 
afterglow. 

She locked him into her with her arms and legs, hugging him, shivering, 
sighing again and again as slowly she drifted down from the heights of 
sexual fulfillment. It gave her an added thrill to feel his penis deflating 
inside her, for this was physical evidence that she'd drained the youngster 
of his purity. Melba purred contentedly and smiled like a cat with a canary 
feather stuck to its chops. 

Finally she patted his butt and urged him up. By then his cum-slick peter 
was shriveled to the point it left the rubbers dangling half-in, half-out of 
her yawning twat when he pulled it out. The open ends flopped down and 
spilled a mass of warm, gluey-white sperm. It pooled in her puckered pink 
rectum and trickled down the cleft of her buttocks. 

"Damn it!" she rasped. "I hope you didn't get any in me!" 

Having to grasp the rubbers and yank them with a loud wet plop, on out of 
her messy pussy made Melba cringe. Suddenly she felt dirty again. She flung 
the used condoms out the window and sat up, diving for the small packet of 
facial tissues in her purse. After she'd snatched out a handful, she passed 
the packet to the young hitchhiker. They sat there with nothing to say, 
wiping fuck juices from their genitals. 

"Maybe I could call you sometime," the teenager said when she let him out in 
Rogers. 

Melba shook her head. She forced herself to smile at him. It wasn't his 
fault she felt like a fallen woman. But he didn't know who she was or where 
she lived, and that was the way it was going to stay. 

"Well, thanks then," he said with a grin. "For the ride and, uh, 
everything." 

She smiled for real then. Hell, what was she feeling so bad about? She 
wasn't the first Navy wife who'd ever slipped from the straight and narrow. 
"It was my pleasure, sonny boy. In case you're wondering, you're quite a 
guy. Maybe I'll pick you up again sometime." She blew him a kiss and drove 
away. 

Of course she wouldn't, but what did it cost her to make the kid feel good? 

That damned satisfied smile kept creeping over her face all the way home. 
When she passed a couple of long-haired young hitchhikers, she found herself 
slowing down and eyeing their crotches. 

Look out, honey, you're playing with fire, she warned herself, and mashed 
down on the accelerator rather than the brake pedal. Maybe you got away with 
it this time, but you're not going to be foolish enough to do it again, are 
you? 

Melba wondered. God, she felt good. So alive! The nagging guilt at 
cuckolding her husband was nothing compared to her sense of physical 
well-being. She'd always been attracted to young boys, and now she knew why. 
It'd been so easy, picking up the boy and all. There were always plenty of 
young boys with their thumbs out. 

"Ooouuu, quit thinking like that!" she said aloud, and shivered. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Please, God, no! Melba prayed silently. 

She was sure she was pregnant. Her period should've started yesterday. 
Rubbers or not, it looked as though that freckle-faced kid had knocked her 
up. 

Why did I trust those damned things? she kept browbeating herself. Why did I 
do such a damn fool thing in he first place? Jesus, that's all I need, a fat 
belly when Don gets home. He'll kill me! 

Ever since her 27 hours of carnal insanity, Melba had been behaving herself 
like a loving wife should, and now this. She was frantic. 

Melba hightailed it next door and confessed her sin to her friend. "My God, 
Flo, what am I going to do? Is there anything I can take?" 

Sympathetic but amused, Flo drawled, "You, Upchurch? You really did that? 
Picked up a little hitchhiker and screwed him in the woods? Oh, that's rich, 
honey. Shit, I'd give anything to have seen that. What in the world got into 
you? If you had the hots that bad, why didn't you come over here and let 
Dancer service you?" 

"I guess I should have," Melba mumbled. "I don't know! I just did it on the 
spur of the moment. He was so young and cute. Hell, I can't even remember 
his name." 

"I've heard about your type," Flo teased, her scheming mind secretly 
plotting Melba's next step into swinging. What Melba's hubby didn't know 
wouldn't hurt him, was Flo's thinking, and the more she thought about her 
own big-dicked husband cornholing the younger wife, the more Flo wanted to 
see it happening. "Young guys turn you on, huh? You've got a thing about 
them, have you, Upchurch?" 

"I guess I must have. All I know is, I would never have done anything like 
that with a man." 

"Maybe you just need a little humping to loosen you up and start the old 
monthly flow. There's this kid I know, a high school boy. He's a 
good-looking little devil and he's been sniffing after me. What do you say I 
have him come over and you take him on." 

"Flo!" 

The redhead shrugged. "Only trying to help, Upchurch." 

"Not that way! I'm keeping my pants on till Don gets home, you can bet on 
that. Is there anything? Do you know of something I can take?" 

"Naw, not if you really are caught. Give it a couple of days. You may start 
yet. I mean, it's not like a clock with you, is it? Haven't you ever been 
off two or three days one way or the other?" 

Melba nodded. "But this is the first time I ever had any reason to worry 
about it. Maybe I'm just jumpy. God, I hope." 

"Tell you what, Upchurch. If you don't start in a week, we'll hop in the car 
and drive up to New York." 

"New York! Whatever for?" 

"To get you one of those quicky abortions." 

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that." 

"The hell you say. If you are caught, you've got no choice, have you?" 

Melba shook her head. "Unless I want to lose my happy home, I guess not." 

"Aw, come on, get that look off your face. They get it before it's a people. 
It's birth control, not murder. It's simple and legal there. There's no 
cutting to it. They put a vacuum tube up you and suck it out. Something like 
that, anyway. A gal I know had it done. Right in the doctor's office. I can 
call her and get his name and address. But buck up, maybe you'll start and 
we won't need to." 

Though she wasn't particularly religious and didn't attend church regularly, 
Melba knelt beside her bed and prayed that night. No matter how easy an 
abortion Was, she knew she couldn't go through with one. To her, it was 
murder pure and simple, despite what Flo or anyone else thought. 

The next morning her period had started. Melba had never been so relieved 
about anything in her entire life. She made herself a promise then and 
there; No more fooling around of any kind! 

On a sunshiny Saturday afternoon in early November, Hoyt came by on the new 
350 Honda his father had bought him. He wanted to take Lynn for a motorcycle 
ride. Melba didn't think much of the idea. 

"It's too dangerous, Hoyt. I don't think you'd better." 

He'd had a smaller bike for three years and had never spilled once, Hoyt 
countered. 

With Hoyt and Lynn and her son Bobby arguing against her, Melba finally gave 
in. 

"All right, all right ... but just around here in the neighborhood. I don't 
want you taking Lynn out on the highway on that thing." 

So for about an hour Hoyt rode around the neighborhood, sometimes with Lynn 
riding behind him, and sometimes with Bobby. 

It was great fun, the three kids said, and finally they persuaded Melba to 
climb on and let Hoyt take her for a little spin, too. She felt silly 
climbing on behind her little sister-in-law's boy friend, stuffing her skirt 
in under herself and sitting on it with half her shapely legs sticking out. 

This was Melba's first motorcycle ride. It frightened her a little, but 
damned if it wasn't fun. 

"Let's take it out on the road. I want to show you it's not dangerous when 
you ride right." 

"All right," Melba said. "But don't go fast, and not too far." 

The bottom edges of Hoyt's brown hair curled out beneath the back of his 
helmet. He was letting it grow. Melba had on the extra helmet he'd brought 
for Lynn. The lad handled the bike well in traffic. He was a careful rider, 
took no risks and stayed within the legal speed limit. 

Still Melba hung onto him as if he were the only thing between life and 
death. Her arms were around his waist, her lovely big tits pressed against 
his back and the soft, inner slopes of her thighs were hugging his lean 
hips. 

"I think we'd better go back now," Melba said when they'd been breezing down 
the open highway for about five minutes. 

"Huh?" 

He couldn't hear her for the roar of the engine and the rushing wind. She 
had to yell. 

"What's your hurry?" he asked, grinning over his shoulder. The youth was 
thinking he could ride forever like this, with her legs and arms hugging him 
and her great big warm boobs up against his back. 

Melba recognized the gleam in his eyes. She was having none of it. Hoyt was 
one of the best-looking boys she'd ever seen. The Devil was tempting her 
again. She gave him a no-nonsense look and made him turn around and start 
back. 

It was purely by accident-he had to hit the brakes to avoid a dog that 
darted across the highway-that her hands wound up on his crotch. An unwanted 
thrill shot through her. He had a thumping erection. Impulsively she felt 
him up before she caught herself and jerked her hands back up to his narrow 
waist. 

Hoyt didn't say a word. He held her breath, hoping he would think her 
furtive action was purely accidental, since she'd actually fondled him for 
no longer than a split second. 

Then she felt his left hand taking her right, drawing it down between his 
legs. Her heart skipped a beat. The next thing she knew, Melba had a handful 
of stiff young cock and it felt wonderful, even through his trousers. 

As if her fingers had minds of their own, they wrapped themselves around his 
shaft of boyish turgidity and wouldn't let go. 

"Oh, nooh!" Melba whimpered. She squeezed his dick, ran her hand up and down 
its length. 

His left hand covered her bare knee. He glanced over his shoulder, a 
nervous, hopeful expression on his handsome young face. 

"Oh, you sweet boy!" Melba exclaimed, and kissed his cheek as she gave his 
prick a squeeze. 

Suddenly his palm stroked up the inside of her thigh. She let him slip his 
trembling hand inside her dress and feel her pussy through her panties. But 
just for a moment. Fearing an accident, she made him use both hands on the 
handlebars. At the edge of town, she released his penis and put both arms 
properly around his waist again. 

When he turned off on a street that Melba knew went nowhere near her home, 
she couldn't make herself protest. She closed her eyes and laid her head on 
his shoulder. Lynn had said she looked like a high school girl with the 
helmet on. She hoped none of the few people she knew in Fayetteville would 
recognize her. 

Melba had no idea where he was taking her. She could feel the bike leaning 
this way and that, weaving through traffic and taking corners. The slightly 
crisp autumn air played over her face and legs and tugged gently at the 
auburn hair trailing down from the helmet. He slowed down. The tires were 
crunching over gravel, then bumping over sod. 

Only when he stopped did Melba open her eyes. They were in a secluded 
section of a cemetery. There wasn't a soul in sight. They were behind a 
mausoleum. She could hear traffic but a hedge prevented her from seeing the 
street from which the sounds were coming. 

She swung her leg over the seat and stood there shivering with anticipation 
while he shut off the engine and put down the kick stand. 

"Why did you bring me here, Hoyt?" 

"I thought, ah...." Now that he had her alone, the kid didn't know what to 
do or say. 

"I can't let you do it to me, you know," she said, when in truth she yearned 
for him to do exactly that. 

He looked down at his feet and dug at the greenish-brown grass with the toe 
of his boot. "I guess I, ah, was just hoping. Lynn won't let me, either." 

This was welcome news. Melba breathed a sigh of relief. "Just what does Lynn 
let you do?" 

"Huh?" 

"Does she let you feel her up?" The teenager blushed, and Melba pressured, 
"She does, doesn't she?" 

"Sometimes," he gulped, wishing he'd taken his girl friend's 
sister-in-law/guardian on home now. "But just a little," he added hurriedly. 
"And only through her clothes." 

Melba nodded. Innocent petting was only natural. They were young and 
curious. "Does it work both ways?" 

"What do you mean?" 

She stepped close and put her hand between his legs. "Does Lynn fondle you 
the way I'm doing now?" She massaged his privates through his pants. 

"Please, Missus Upchurch ... I can't tell you that!" His blushing cheeks 
turned brighter red. He might as well have answered her. 

"You can't fool me, young man," Melba said, stroking his groin. "I can read 
you like a book. Now, I want to know what else the two of you have been up 
to. Did you ever take it out of your pants while you were with Lynn?" 

"On-only once!" he whimpered. "Lynn held it ... for just a minute and then 
she made me put it away!" 

"That's all?" 

"I swear it! You're not going to stop Lynn from going with me, are you? 
Please don't. I like her a lot ... and I wouldn't ever ... you know ... 
force her or anything." 

"No, I'm sure you wouldn't. You're a very nice boy. But you'll have to 
promise to keep your hands to yourself if you expect me to allow you to take 
Lynn out again. She's a virgin, and I want her to stay that way till she 
gets married. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes, ma'am," he gulped. "And I promise, too." 

"You promise what, Hoyt?" 

"Not to bother Lynn any more. Not to try to get her to do it. I know she's 
not that kind of girl, and I'm sorry I ever did try." 

The young lad sounded so very sincere that Melba believed him. She dropped 
the subject but left her hand on his groin. Their unusual conversation had 
only heightened her unbidden mood of sensuality. 

"But you think I am that kind of girl?" Melba asked as she unzipped his fly. 
"Is that why you put my hand on it?" 

"You're ma-married," he stammered. "And older. Tha-that makes it 
di-different ... doesn't it?" The last two words were a squeak of hope. 

"I suppose maybe it does, at that," Melba agreed, seizing the flimsy excuse 
he offered. "My husband is at sea ... and I am only human." 

"That's wh-what I meant," he said. He sucked in his breath and held it while 
Melba tugged his aching erection out through his fly. 

Hoyt's pecker was about the same length as the hitchhiker's, but bigger 
around. Just the sight of it made Melba's loins tingle. It also made her 
mouth water. Handling it flesh to flesh caused a melting sensation inside 
her. She felt like a horrible hypocrite. Here she was warning him not to 
give it to Lynn, and she wanted it herself. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," she breathed, taking a firm grip on his stalk 
and sliding her hand slowly up and down. "It's wrong." 

"It sure feels good, though ... and I wouldn't ever say anything." 

"I wish I could believe that." 

"I swear it, ma'am!" 

She nodded and licked her lips. "All right, but I still can't let you do it 
to me. I'm afraid you might give me a baby. Do you masturbate?" 

He swallowed hard. "A few times, I have." 

"Show me!" she whispered excitedly. "I want to see you!" 

She took his hand and placed it on his upward-angled organ, started it 
moving, then dropped to her knees so she could see him jacking off at close 
range. He held it tight, his hand gliding smoothly. Lazily his foreskin 
covered and uncovered the ripe rosebud of his boyish glans penis. 

Absently Melba licked her lips. She took off the helmet and shook out her 
lustrous auburn hair, letting it fall about her shoulders as it would. On 
her knees, she inched toward him till the tip of her dainty nose nearly 
touched the slitted end of his bulging crown. 

"Ohh, that's beautiful," she husked. "Harder! Do it faster!" 

The kid began whipping it in earnest, gazing down at her as he jacked off in 
her face. His hand fairly flew. 

"Jack off, jack off ... beat your pretty meat!" 

She tugged his pants lower, slipped her hand in through the bottom of his 
fly and worked it on inside his shorts. While he stroked his handsome peter, 
she cupped his oblong goodies in her palm, rolling them gently as she 
-rimmed his puckered anus with the ball of her mischievous middle finger. 

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" 

He was sighing constantly, breathing hard. 

"Stop!" She shoved his hand away. "Are you about to cum?" 

"OHHH ... UNNNN ... YEAH, ALMOST!" He could hardly speak. 

Her hand shook visibly as she enclosed his shaft. The skin hood was creeping 
forward. Melba drew it back all the way so she could admire the masculine 
beauty of his swollen glans. The skin was so tight it shone like velvet. It 
had a purplish hue now, a regal appearance. 

A drop of clear fluid fell from the tiny mouth like a glistening raindrop. 
Melba extended her tongue just below his bulb. She tightened her grip at the 
base of his stem and milked it with a firm upward motion. 

It cried two slippery tears for her. They fell all musky and warm onto the 
waiting upper surface of her taste organ. His precoital fluid was delicious, 
nectar fit for a goddess. She drew her tongue back into her mouth and 
whimpered softly as she savored the delicate flavor of his viscous 
substance. 

"Damn it, I shouldn't do this," she whined, even as she started pursing her 
full, soft lips. 

Smack, she kissed the bluntly rounded tip of his rod, then, "Mmmm," and she 
kissed it rapidly twice, Smack, smack! 

"Aaah! Oh, Missus Upchurch!" 

"Did you like that, darling? Do you think I'm awful?" 

"Oh, no," he assured. "And it felt good." 

Holding him by his balls and the shaft of his dick, Melba snaked out her 
pink tongue and laved the entire, salty-tasting surface of his sleek bulb. 

"OHH, OHHHH!" 

He loves it! she thought luridly, cooling her pleasure as she lapped avidly 
at the satin-smooth head of the boy's irresistible dick. But he must think 
I'm a terrible slut. Surely he knows that a decent woman wouldn't do such a 
dirty thing as this! 

"Why do you have to be so sweet and innocent?" she whined. "Oh, God help me, 
if you ever tell Lynn about this, I'll swear you're a liar." 

"I won't tell anyone! I promise!" 

"YOU DARLING BOY!" she cried, and with that she leaned forward and took his 
knob into her mouth. 

"AAAH!" she sighed involuntarily. "OHHH, THAT'S GOODDD!!!" 

Her red lips formed a soft circle around the top of his white shaft, and she 
sucked down hungrily on his inflamed dickhead. 

"MMM, MMMM!" she mewled, licking his sensitive dome as she drew on it so 
hard her cheeks sank inward and began quivering. 

Instinctively he grabbed her head, his fingers entwining with her auburn 
tresses, and jerkily he thrust another inch or so of it into the moist heat 
of her vacuuming oral cavern. 

Nothing could've pleased Melba more. She knew precisely what she was doing 
this time. The fact that she loathed herself for being so weak and wicked in 
no way lessened her sinful desire. If anything, her old-fashioned attitude 
toward fellatio only made her want to perform the perverted act all the 
more. 

It might be nasty, but it's ever so nice! Melba moaned silently as she 
jiggled his feverish balls and flung her other arm around him. Sweet, sweet 
dick! 

She began bobbing her head and stroking his butt. It gave her a purely 
vulgar thrill to be on her knees in a cemetery in broad daylight, sucking 
the cock of her young sister-in-law's innocent young boy friend. She would 
have a fit if Lynn were doing it. But Lynn was at home, probably wondering 
where they were, and she was here with Hoyt and his pecker was absolutely 
scrumptious. 

Melba worked willingly and eagerly for her creamy reward. She wanted his 
cum, could hardly wait for him to start shooting off in her mouth. 

COCKSUCKER, COCKSUCKER, COCKSUCKER! her wifely conscience screamed, and the 
pleasure-seeking part of her spinning mind countered with, Yes, yes ... and 
I love it, too! 

The threat of disgrace hanging over her head-unlike the hitchhiker, she 
would be seeing this boy again-Melba temporarily threw caution to the wind 
and gloried in her new-found joy of going down on the juicy fat prick of an 
untainted young boy. 

He groaned and tried to stick the rest of his pulsing turgidity into her 
mouth. Melba allowed the bloated head to press against the soft membrane at 
the back of her throat. It made her gag a little, but she didn't complain 
because it thrilled her enormously. She moaned and tugged at his rear, 
encouraging him to go deeper. 

Pop, pop, pop, she could hear as well as feel the enlarged crown snapping 
down through the ringed portion of her throat. He fed every bit to her, the 
rock-hard shaft slipping slowly but surely in through the moist red circle 
of her tremulous oral petals, the blood-engorged head burrowing deeper and 
deeper into her greedy gullet. 

In a fit of passion, she hugged him to her and tried to get more. But her 
nose and lips were already inside his gaping fly, flattened against the 
white cotton material of his shorts. 

A gurgling sound of sheer delight burst from her flared nostrils, and Melba 
began bobbing her head again. Only this time she went at it with gusto. She 
took in every inch of his tangy morsel with each forward lunge of her head; 
then she would suck down harshly and draw back, her puffy lips distending 
out from her face to drag obscenely around the saliva-wetted shaft of his 
blood-filled organ. 

"OHH, OHHH!" Hoyt's hands fell away, his arms dangling limply at his sides. 

Lustfully Melba swabbed her own throat with the boy's pulsating prick. It 
gave her a tremendous thrill to know she was taking it all down into her 
throat. The sensations from the deeply probing head sent ripples of 
lascivious delight washing through her in a series of electric-like 
concentric circles that tugged at her erected clitoris and really set her 
juices to flowing. The thin nylon of her panty crotchband was becoming 
soaked with her copious cuntal secretions. High up on the insides of her 
shapely thighs, the silky skin felt febrile and slick with moisture. 

I wish I had him naked, she thought abandonedly. So I could lick his sweet 
young balls and stick my tongue up his adorable asshole! 

"UNN, UNNN!" he cried, and began shuddering helplessly. 

Melba knew his moment had arrived by the sudden powerful throbbing of his 
stalk. The head swelled up larger than usual. It was buried deep in her 
straining throat. Frantically she drew back until only the enlarged glans 
remained in her suctioning mouth. She jabbed her middle finger in through 
the smooth rubbery ring of his anus, planting it to the second knuckle in 
the tight, gripping orifice of his furnace-like asshole. Rolling his warm, 
quivering nuts in the sweat-moist palm of her hand, she waggled her finger 
around in his forbidden rectum and sucked like a hungry vampire at his 
twitching bulb, her tongue flailing like mad to coax the cum from his 
body-hugging testicles. 

"NAAAGGHHH!" came the heralding groan of his imminent climax. And then he 
grunted in the typical male fashion, "UNG, UNG, UNNGGHHH!!!" 

Despite his tender age, the youth had a man-sized load built up. His healthy 
prostate convulsed strongly and expelled a mass of bubbling semen which 
roared up his urethra and blasted open the tiny mouth at the tip of his 
bloated cockhead. The first stream of his frothy sperm gushed forth under 
terrific pressure and splatted against Melba's soft palate, washing in gluey 
white strings down over her pink tonsils, much of it dripping into the upper 
region of her more than willing throat. 

"MMMM!" she moaned through her nose, sucking voraciously as she caressed his 
nuts and fingered his butthole. She wanted it all, every delicious drop he 
could give her. 

The pure, hot cum from his virginal balls spewed from his pounding dickhead 
in geyser-like gushes. It filled her mouth gloriously full. She swished her 
appreciative tongue around through the creamy nectar, savoring the musky, 
acrid flavor of it before she whimpered her feminine pleasure and swallowed 
the rich, steaming substance. She could feel it sliding slick as an oyster 
down her throat and settling into her stomach, there to glow with a 
satisfying warmth similar to a shot of fine brandy on a cold winter's morn. 

I love it, love it! she groaned inwardly, sucking greedily and shivering 
with lewd delight as his ballooning cockhead sprayed more of the pungent 
boyish ejaculate into her vacuuming oral cavern. More! Oh, much more! Keep 
it coming! Squirt me a cupful of your sweet, hot cum! 

Gluttonously she drank the boy dry, depriving him of his precious purity jet 
by creamy jet. 

"OHHHHH ... AAAHHHHHHH!!!" he groaned in ecstasy. It felt like her hungry 
hot mouth was sucking the marrow right out of his bones. 

Melba stripped his spongy penis of its last reluctant droplets before she 
relaxed her suction and allowed it to slip with a wet, lurid slurping noise 
from her puffy red lips. It hung from his gaping fly, dangling limp and 
shiny with its coating of saliva down between his legs. 

"Don't hate me," she whimpered, taking the leaky tube in her hand and 
lifting the head to kiss and lick it gratefully. 

"Hate you?" he sighed, beaming down at her as she gazed up blinking in 
guilty self-consciousness, her tongue collecting flecks of white from her 
soft, full lips. "Oh, no, ma'am!" 

She stood up and clasped his flushed cheeks. "Precious boy," she sighed, and 
kissed him full n the lips. 

His arms encircled her and hugged her tight, his tongue probing tentatively 
into her mouth as her breasts flattened against his young chest. 

"Mmmm," she mewled. She rubbed against him and let him feel up the lush 
moons of her womanly buttocks while she sucked the incredible sweetness of 
his youthful tongue. 

"I love you." 

"Oh, darling, no. You love what I did for you, is all. Maybe I'll do it 
again sometime. Would you like that?" 

He nodded. "Can I fuck you?" 

"Not today." 

"When?" 

"Well see," she said. She pecked a kiss on the tip of his nose and patted 
his butt before-she stepped away. Her slender fingers stuffed his semi-erect 
organ into his pants and zipped up his fly. "You'll have to prove to me that 
you can keep our little secret first. And I'll have to get a prescription 
filled so you won't give me a baby. In the meantime, I expect you to keep 
your promise and leave Lynn alone." 

"Yes, ma'am, you can count on it." 

Melba chuckled. She felt wonderfully sinful. "Come on now, we've got to get 
back. They'll, be wondering what happened to us." 

"Could I kiss your pussy first? I'm dying to know what it tastes like." 

"Oh, sweetheart, are you sure you want to do that?" 

"I want to lick it. Please let me." 

She glanced around. It was Saturday afternoon; there was no one else in the 
cemetery. 

"All right, but we'll have to hurry. Quick, get down on your knees and scoot 
in between my legs!" 

Melba pulled up her skirt and half slip as the boy sank to his knees and 
squirmed in between the lovely columns of her tapering legs. She fingered 
her slimy crotchband to the side and dropped her skirt over him like a tent. 

"You smell good," she heard him say. 

Then she felt his hands clasping the warm, soft flesh at the backs of her 
thighs. His lips brushed timidly at the secretion-soaked cleft of her furry 
cup of love. 

Through her clothing she grasped his helmeted head and pressed her steaming 
cunt against his mouth. He whimpered and began fervently kissing her 
dribbling sex slot. 

"Ohhh ... that's lovely ... LOV-LLYYY!!!" 

Taking encouragement from her pleasured outcry, the teenager glued his mouth 
to the fatty folds of her slippery, hair-fringed labia majora and shot his 
eager tongue deep into the velvety soft tunnel of her copiously secreting, 
mature vagina. 

"OH, LORD ... OOOH!" 

The point of Melba's chin resting on her chest, she shut her eyes and stood 
there straddle-legged, shivering with pleasure, as Lynn's kneeling boy 
friend sucked and tongue-fucked the burning, itching slot between her legs. 

"MY DARLING LITTLE FRENCHMAN! OHH, YESSS ... SUCK IT ... MY PUSSY! YOU LIKE 
IT, don't YOU, HOYT?" 

"HMMM-HUMMM!" Came his immediate reply, all muffled-sounding through her 
feverish cuntflesh. 

"THEN EAT IT, DARLING! OOOUUU ... EAT MY PUSSY ALL UP ... SUCK ME ALL THE 
WAY!" 

His boyish hands awkwardly massaged the resilient globes of her quivering 
asscheeks through the filmy nylon of her dribbling gash. This was his first 
taste of cunt, but he was a natural-born muff diver. He went at the 
succulent slit of her dark-haired snatch as if it were a feast prepared for 
a king and he was a starving beggar who'd stumbled into the banquet and been 
invited to gorge himself on the abundance of rare delicacies. 

"OHHHH ... OH, DARLING ... YOU'RE RAVISHING MEEE ... AND HOW I ... LLOOVVEE 
IITTT!!!" 

The pleasure of his suctioning lips and flashing young tongue was 
excruciatingly intense. At one point Melba tried to stuff him into her right 
up to his shoulders, helmet and all; but fearing she might suffocate the 
precious child, she released his head and clapped her hands together before 
her breasts like a mourner at prayer. 

"AAAGGGHHHHH ... GODDD!!!" she squealed, when he discovered her boldly 
protruding clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. 

Hoyt was a fast learner. Realizing he'd struck the taproot of her entire 
nerve system, he clamped his lips suckingly around the tiny shaft of her 
pleasure button and began scrubbing its ultra-sensitive head with the 
roughened upper surface of his scratchy tongue. 

"OHHH, OHHHHH ... AAAHHHHHH!!!" she groaned, her whole body starting to 
shudder and sway. "I'M CUMMING ... OH, HOYT ... YOU'RE BRINGING MEEE OOFFF 
... UNNN, UMMMMM ... OH, SHIT ... AHHHHH ... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" 

Waves of orgasmic pleasure washed scaldingly through her convulsing loins. 
Her throbbing clit drew back jerkily into her unsteady body. The walls of 
her spasming vagina clapped together quiveringly and forced the build-up of 
her clear cuntal cream down her silky sheath and out through the swollen, 
fluttering lips of her hairy hole. 

Her wholesome female secretions gushed squishingly into the lad's suctioning 
mouth, rewarding him with a big slick drink of delicious hot woman goo. He 
moaned his delight as he gulped it down and sucked for more of the ambrosial 
liquid. 

Melba shuddered and sobbed in rapturous fulfillment. She would've lost her 
balance and toppled to the ground had it not been for the firm grip the kid 
had on her soft, trembling buttocks. 

She lifted her skirt and dropped to her knees with him. Before he had a 
chance to wipe his mouth, she gave him a big wet soul kiss. His lips were 
slick with her juice. Inside his mouth, her tongue tasted her own snatch and 
it gave her an extra thrill. 

"How was it?" 

"Delicious," he replied with a grin. 

"For me, too," she said, and then her smile faded. "Oh, listen, honey, we 
shouldn't have done that, either of us." 

"I'm glad we did." 

"Yeah," she sighed, "So am I. I'm afraid we've started something here today, 
though." 

"I sure hope so." 

Melba laughed softly. "Come on, my little Frenchman, before they get worried 
and send the police out looking for us." 

Furtively Melba fondled the boy's pecker all the way home. When he pulled up 
in her driveway, he couldn't get off the bike for his bone. 

"Where've you been?" Lynn and Bobby demanded in chorus, and Lynn added, 
"We've been worried sick! You didn't have an accident did you?" 

"Hoyt took me for a lovely ride out the highway," Melba said as she handed 
Lynn the helmet. "I think you'll be safe enough with him from now on. He's a 
cautious bike rider, and we have an understanding concerning Lynn's safety, 
don't we, Hoyt?" 

"Yes, ma'am. You can trust me." 

Bobby grabbed the helmet from Lynn. "Take me for a ride now, Hoyt. Will ya, 
huh?" 

"Sure, kid, hop on," Melba heard her young lover say as she tripped lightly 
into the house and headed for the medicine cabinet. She felt like a 
teenager, herself. 

Then she glanced at her husband's picture and froze in her tracks. Suddenly 
she felt her age and more. Tears misted her eyes. God, she felt so guilty, 
so cheap, so lost and confused. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"I don't feel right about this," Melba said as she followed Flo up the 
outside stairs to the garage apartment where the poker game was already in 
progress. 

"Oh, for crying out loud, Upchurch, what can happen to you in broad 
daylight?" Flo threw over her shoulder. 

Melba's high heels clicked hollowly as she climbed the board steps. "I don't 
know. It just seems wrong to gamble on Sunday.. I've got the oddest feeling, 
like I shouldn't go in there." 

They stopped on the landing at the top of the stairs. Flo knocked. "You're 
not going to back out on me now, Upchurch. We're going to sit in on a couple 
of hands, anyway." 

Squinting against the bright afternoon sun, Melba nodded assent. "All right, 
but we can't stay long. I have to pick up the kids from the movie at 
four-twenty. 

Flo winked. "That gives us almost two hours, lucky. We'll clean these 
college kids out long before then." 

The door opened a crack. An eye peered out. "Flo, baby!" The door swung 
inward and a tall, long-haired youth pushed open the screen. "About gave you 
up. Drag it on in, mama." He nodded toward Melba. "This the friend you told 
me about? The lucky chick?" 

"She's the one," Flo said as she placed her hand in the small of Melba's 
back and eased her in through the door. "Stand up and meet Melba Upchurch, 
boys. She's a Navy wife like me, and the cards can do her no wrong so get 
ready to lose those piles of chips." 

Two young men stood up. Their eyes swept over Melba in a way that made her 
feel naked. They were big. One of them had a boot camp haircut; the other's 
hair was closely cropped and neatly combed. They looked like they might be 
football players. Flo introduced them as Jinx and Cliff. The lean one 
shutting and locking the door was Brian. 

Melba nodded nervously. "Pleased to meet you." Then she whispered to Flo. 
"You said one of them would have his wife here!" 

"Where's your better half, Cliff? Didn't you say she'd be here?" 

The one with the combable brown hair looked puzzled for a second before he 
grinned and nodded. "Yeah, but she couldn't make it. Woke up with a touch of 
the flu this morning." 

"Sit down, girls, and let's get this show on the road," Brian said. "Seven 
high all right?" 

"Fine," Flo said as she slid into one of the two chairs that were apparently 
waiting for her and Melba. "And don't skimp on the high. Park it, Upchurch, 
we're here to play," Flo said as the lean young man disappeared into the 
tiny kitchenette. 

The shades were drawn. The dinette table sat in the center of the small 
living room beneath a suspended overhead light fixture. Though she didn't 
like the looks of this, Melba took the chair opposite Flo and got the twenty 
dollars she really couldn't afford to lose from her purse. 

Brian returned with their drinks. He took their money and gave them chips. 

"Jacks or better to open," Jinx, the bruiser with clipped black hair, said 
as he slapped down the just-shuffled deck in front of Melba. "Cut your luck. 
We're playing five-card draw." 

Melba cut the cards and Jinx delt the hand. 

"Pass," Brian muttered. 

"Me, too," Flo said. 

"Open for a dollar," Cliff said, and tossed a chip out to the center of the 
table. "You in, lucky?" 

With three tens staring up at her, Melba certainly was. "I'm in." She pushed 
out a dollar chip. 

Everyone stayed. While they were drawing to their hands, Melba ignored her 
better judgment and took a nervous sip of her highball. She rarely drank, 
and never in the afternoon. 

"How many?" 

"Two." 

She picked up one card. It was a three. When she picked up the other one, 
Melba had to force herself to sit still. It was also a three. 

"Dealer takes three," Jinx said, and slapped the cardboards down loudly 
before him one at a time. 

"I'm out," Brian mumbled. He tossed his hand into the pile of discards. 

"Bet a dollar." Flo chirped, and shoved it out. 

"See you and raise you one," Cliff grinned. 

Melba tossed out two dollar chips, then on impulse pushed another. "Up you 
one." 

"Gotta stay," Jinx said, shaking his head like he knew he shouldn't. 

Flo and Cliff tossed in the rest of their bets, and Melba took the pot with 
her full house. 

"Didn't I tell you the cards could do her no wrong?" Flo taunted as Melba, 
grinning from ear to ear, raked in the pile of chips. 

Lady Luck alternately smiled and frowned upon each of the five poker 
players, but she smiled most often upon Melba. She knew she was drinking too 
much, but she was too excited to care. She could picture herself walking in 
and paying cash for that big new freezer she wanted so badly. Her piles of 
chips grew steadily even though her vision was becoming foggy around the 
edges. By four o'clock she was tipsy and giggling and had won nearly $250. 

"Better cash us in, boys," Melba said, imitating Flo's breezy manner. She 
tossed off the rest of her highball-was it her fourth or fifth?-and banged 
down the glass to indicate finality. "I mean it this time. Got to pick up my 
kids at the movie." 

Under the table, Flo nudged Brian with her knee. 

He scowled at Melba and shook his head no. "Huh-uh, lucky. It's not polite 
for the big winner to quit. You'll have to give us a chance to get even 
first." 

"But my children," Melba protested. "I can't-" 

"Brian's right, Upchurch," Flo broke in. "Wouldn't be fair to walk out on 
them now. Tell you what, give me your car keys and I'll pick up Lynn and 
Bobby for you. I'll take them out to eat, then drop them off at home and 
come back for you. I've had enough for today. I've lost too much already." 

"But they'll wonder where I am, Flo. I don't want them to know I'm playing 
poker! What'll you tell them?" 

Flo shrugged. "Don't you think I'd better tell them the truth? If your luck 
holds, and it looks like it's going to, you'll clean these guys out in 
another hour. Aren't you going to have to tell the kids something when you 
come home around four hundred bucks richer?" 

Melba blinked dumbly. She hadn't thought of that. Of course she would have 
to explain that much extra money. "All right, tell them, but not that I'm 
playing poker with ... with young men." 

"Gotcha," Flo winked conspiratorially. "It's canasta with the girls, right?" 

"Girl friends of yours. You introduced me," Melba added. 

"Okay, lucky, clean 'em out. I'll be back for you in about an hour. Brian, 
let me out." 

While the long-haired youth let Flo out and locked the door behind her, 
Melba excused herself and went to the John. The game had been on the up and 
up so far. Melba's winnings were purely the result of luck and good card 
sense. 

Flo had no idea the college boys would change decks on Melba, but that's 
exactly what they did. While she was in the John, Cliff substituted a deck 
of marked cards for the ones they'd been using. 

What Flo did know was that Brian was going to slip a small amount of white 
powder into Melba's next drink. In fact, Flo had provided Brian-her current 
lover-with the packet of powder. It was an Oriental aphrodisiac that made a 
woman hotter than hell without harming her body in any way. Flo had taken it 
herself a couple of times, so she knew how wild for cock Melba would soon be 
getting. 

The redheaded swinger had deliberately set Melba up for a gang-banging. She 
was pleased with herself. In her own mind, she was only helping the younger 
wife shed her moral hang-ups. She liked Melba and wanted to convert her to 
swinging. When Melba's husband got home, Flo intended to go to work on that 
good-looking stud, too. Melba and Don Upchurch wouldn't be the first 
attractive neighbor couple that Flo had seduced into swapping. 

"What do you say we take off the limit so we can wrap this game up a little 
faster?" Cliff asked when Melba reentered the room on slighly unsteady legs. 

"Okay by me, Melba said as she took her chair. "Flo will be back for me in 
about an hour. I'm quitting then, no matter what. You boys may as well know 
that right now." 

"Sure, lucky, that's fair enough," Brian said. He grinned secretly at the 
other men and sat Melba's doctored drink before her. 

She picked it up and took a sip. It tasted a bit sweeter and a little 
weaker. Melba figured they were running out of whiskey and thought no more 
about it. 

It was her turn to deal. She picked up the deck-it looked the same as the 
other unless one knew where to look, which Melba did not-shuffled the cards 
and dealt the hand. Because of her luck, she won even though the cards were 
marked. But it was a small pot, just the opening bets. She wondered why, 
since the guys had taken off the limit, they all tossed in their hands after 
drawing to them. It never occurred to her that they could read her hand on 
the backs of the cards. 

She took another sip of her drink while Jinx shuffled and dealt. This time 
Brian, sitting directly across the table from her, held the winning hand. 
The betting was heavy. With another full house, jacks over fives, Melba felt 
sure the pot was hers. She put in almost fifty dollars of her winnings. When 
Brian cocksurely slapped down three kings and a pair of tens, Melba shook 
her head and forced a tiny laugh. 

As the host raked in the big pot she'd thought was hers, she picked up her 
drink and took a large swallow of it. 

"Does it feel like it's getting warmer in here to you guys?" she asked. 

They grinned at one another and told her no. 

"That's strange. I feel so flushed all of a sudden." 

"Maybe you're coming down with the flu," Cliff offered. "That's the way it 
hit my wife." 

"No." Melba shook her head. She smiled at Cliff. He was really a 
good-looking young man, although she hadn't noticed just how handsome he was 
before now. "No, I don't feel ill. Just uncomfortably warm. Could we open a 
window?" 

"Better not with the game going," Brian said. "Besides, it's getting chilly 
out now." He started shuffling the cards. 

Melba took a facial tissue from her purse and blotted perspiration from her 
brow. She picked up her cards. It was difficult to concentrate. Beneath the 
table she spread her legs so the air could move freely under her skirt. 

So warm, she thought, absently fanning the top of her blouse. I couldn't be 
having a hot flash at my age, could I? Oh, that's silly, I'm much too young. 

Hoping it would cool her, she picked up her drink and finished it off. She 
popped one of the ice cubes into her mouth and sucked it. Under the table, 
she slipped her stockinged feet out of her high-heeled shoes and pulled the 
hem of her skirt halfway up her nyloned thighs. 

The game continued. Melba played her best but it was none too good. Her 
chips were going fast. In her mind's eye, she could see that new freezer 
slipping away. Her brain was becoming sluggish. She couldn't stop glancing 
at Cliff, thinking how damned attractive the burly young man was. Every time 
she looked at him, he was more appealing than the last. 

Her loins felt congested. She arched her back and pressed her feverish 
clefted mound against the relatively cool leatherette seat of the 
straight-backed kitchen chair. 

Melba almost gasped aloud. The pressure against her swelling vulva sent a 
surge of pleasurable sensations up into her belly. 

What's wrong with me? she moaned inwardly, squirming her crotch down tighter 
against the chair as she pushed ten dollars worth of chips toward the center 
of the table. 

There was a burning, itching sensation between her legs. Her elliptical 
orifice was beginning to leak. The narrow band of nylon covering her 
privates felt unbearably confining. Melba lost again but couldn't seem to 
care. 

It was her turn to deal again. The chips before her had dwindled down to two 
small stacks. She'd lost all but nine dollars of the money she'd won. 

While Melba shuffled the cards with trembling hands, she pushed the chair 
back and scooted out the edge. Furtively she worked herself about until her 
tortured groin hung precariously on the corner of the padded seat. A beaded 
rim bordered the outer edge of the seat, more prominently so at the corners. 

As Melba dealt the cards, she leaned forward and mashed her crotch down hard 
against the beaded corner of the seat. It felt so good she had to bite her 
tongue to keep from sighing. She thought the young men didn't notice as, 
while she was dealing their cards, she clenched her buttocks together and 
began a gentle rocking motion with her hips. 

God, am I losing my mind? she wondered. 

She tried to stop but couldn't. It felt marvelous. Her breathing was labored 
now. Beads of perspiration glistened on her upper lip. Flames were licking 
up inside her abdomen. There was no way she could stop secretly scratching 
herself on the -rimmed corner of the seat. 

The strip of sheer nylon was soaked with the juices of her unexplainable but 
certainly undeniable sexual desire. As if they had minds of their own, her 
hips revolved in a tight, circular motion, pressing down harder and harder 
until she could feel the drenched secretion band of her panties wedging 
between the puffy lips of her on-fire pussy. 

"What's the matter, baby?" Cliff asked. Under the table his hand found her 
knee and squeezed it. 

"Don't," Melba snapped, when he tried to run his hand up the inside of her 
thigh. But she might as well have been glued to the corner of the seat. She 
couldn't pull away from it-the thought of losing that delicious contact made 
her frantic-nor could she stop the incessant undulations of her hips. She 
could feel the college boy's hand stroking past the topband of her nylon 
stockings, caressing the moist, silky flesh high up on the inside of her 
thigh. 

"Nooh," she whispered, reaching under the table to grasp his wrist just as 
the tips of his naughty fingers brushed the dew-drenched petals of her 
swollen sex flower. "Oooh!" she whined, and shoved his hand away. 

"Cut the crap, man," Jinx warned. "Leave the lady alone and let her play her 
hand." 

As she forced herself to slide back properly in her seat, Melba glanced 
gratefully at the burr-headed youth who'd come to her aid. If the cards 
hadn't already been dealt, she would've jumped up and left. After this hand, 
she would anyway, win or lose. She slipped on her shoes. It was daylight 
out. She would go out the door, down the stairs and through the alley, and 
wait for Flo on the safety of the sidewalk. 

I've got to get out of here, she thought, refusing to admit even to herself 
how much the brief touch of Cliff's fingertips had thrilled her. Jesus, I 
wish Don was home! 

Melba was completely baffled by the intensity of her aphrodisiac-induced 
desire. All she knew was that she was, through no apparent fault of her own, 
suddenly on very dangerous ground. She supposed she couldn't really blame 
Cliff for trying to sneak a feel. After all, she reasoned dully, I have been 
looking at him, so he probably thought I'd welcome his indecent advances. 

She had to fight the strong urge to slide back up to the seat corner and 
grind her inflamed sex back down against it. Instead she sat there clenching 
her thighs and buttocks together in a desperate effort to quell the 
torturous burning and itching between her legs. 

It was useless. The flames of her unbidden passion leapt higher, fingers of 
fire lapping searingly within the hidden recesses of her pulsing loins. She 
mopped sweat off her forehead with an already-damp facial tissue. Her upper 
lip developed a nervous tick at the right corner of her sensuous mouth. 

Damn it, what's wrong with me? she groaned inwardly. 

Without that pressure on her insanely throbbing cunt, she feared she might 
literally explode. She slid forward and put her elbows on the table. Melba 
hoped the college students didn't realize she was rubbing her privates on 
the corner of her chair, but she simply had to do it. If she couldn't at 
least scratch herself down there, she would start climbing the walls! 

The hand went quickly, but to Melba it seemed as if it would never end. She 
lost the rest of her winnings and the $20 she'd brought to the game, as 
well. She didn't care at this point. All she wanted was out of there, before 
she lost something even more valuable than money. She'd not started taking 
the Pill again, and she'd had nothing more to do with Hoyt. Melba was trying 
desperately to behave herself and be a good and proper wife to her beloved 
husband. 

"Well, I guess that wraps it up," Brian said. "No hard feelings, I hope. How 
about another drink, Melba?" 

"No, thank you," she replied quickly, reaching down to the floor beside her 
for her purse. "I'll go outside and wait for Flo." 

"Now you don't want to do that, baby," Cliff grinned, his fingers enclosing 
her dimpled knee beneath the table. He leaned toward her and ran his hand up 
between her legs. "It's getting cold outside, but it's nice and warm in 
here, isn't it? Especially this spot right here." 

"OH, don't!" she wailed, a burst of fiery pleasure shooting through her. 

"Don't what?" Cliff asked innocently, his hand between her creamy moist 
upper thighs, rubbing her pussy hard, stuffing the soaked band of nylon even 
deeper into her swollen pink crevice. 

Melba dropped her purse and grasped his wrist with both hands, shoving at it 
as she slapped down with her feet and pushed up. She got rid of Cliff's 
brazen hand, but in the process her chair toppled over backward and, losing 
her balance, Melba went with it. She wound up ignominiously on the floor, 
her skirt up around her ass revealing everything she had to the three 
grinning young men who stood over her. 

She blinked up cringingly. It wasn't necessary to ask their intentions. The 
lustful gleams in their eyes told her all too clearly what they had in mind, 
and the obscene bulges in their trousers confirmed her fearful suspicions 
beyond a shadow of a doubt. 

"I don't know what you guys are thinking," she lied, hurriedly tugging down 
her skirt. "But whatever it is, forget it." 

"The card party's over," Brian said. "How about let's have a sex party now? 
You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

"What are you saying? No! Keep away from me!" 

"All right, if that's the way you feel about it. Nobody's going to rape 
you," Jinx said as he leaned over and extended his ham-like hands. "Let me 
help you up and no hard feelings, huh?" 

This was the one who'd come to her aid before. Melba batted her eyelids 
unsurely and let him take her hands and draw her up to her feet. "My purse," 
she said. 

But Jinx ignored her and led her toward the couch instead of the door. 
"We'll just sit down here and be nice and cozy while we wait for Flo, okay?" 

"No, please, I'd rather wait outside." 

"I won't let them hurt you. You trust me, don't you?" 

"Yes, but ... but it's hot in here. I'm uncomfortable. And your friends make 
me nervous. I don't like the way they're looking at me." 

"Go in the other room, boys. You're upsetting the lady." 

It surprised Melba when Brian and that horny Cliff left the room. She was 
off her guard and before she knew it Jinx had sat down on the couch and 
drawn her down beside him. 

"They got no manners," he said, as one of his large hands swallowed hers and 
the other one patted it reassuringly. "Now it's different with me. I can see 
you're a lady, and I respect that quality in a woman." 

"Thank you, I'm sure," Melba mumbled, squirming her sweltering crotch down 
against the couch cushion, dragging her juiced-up slot on it as she inched 
forward. "But I must go outside. I'm burning up in here!" 

His arm swept around her back and he leaned in front of her. "You do look 
like you've got a fever." He put his hand on her forehead. "Feels like it 
too. Face is all flushed and sweaty. Huh-uh, I can't let you go out there. 
You might catch your death without a coat on." 

"Oh, please, I know you're only trying to be kind, but you don't 
understand!" Melba whined. Then she felt his knobby fingers enclosing her 
breast like the tenacles of a hungry octopus, and she realized the big lug 
wasn't as dumb as he'd been letting on, and that his motives were no better 
than his friends. "NO! STOP THAT! YOU MUSTN'T ... OHHHH ... OH, NOOOH!" 

His thumb and forefinger had suddenly grasped and tweaked the tumescent cone 
of her tender nipple, sending an illicit thrill careening about inside her. 

"Your puss is what's really burning up, isn't it?" Jinx breathed, his other 
hand darting under her skirt. 

"NOOO! OH GOD, QUIT, QUIT! LEAVE ME A-LONE!" Melba clamped her legs together 
and pushed weakly at his arm. 

His hand made a soft whistling noise as it skidded up through the sheer 
material of the nylon stockings covering her vise-like thighs. 

"Oh, please, please don't!" she whimpered, resisting with all her might, 
scooting backward in her attempt to prevent his vulgar hand from reaching 
its ultimate goal. 

He was trying to work it up to her crotch. Melba didn't dare let him get 
that far. If he so much as touched her privates, she knew she would be lost. 
Her passion was getting worse not better, and she couldn't for the life of 
her understand why! 

In her weakened, feverish condition, her strength was no match for the beefy 
young football player's. Despite her piteous pleading and valiant 
struggling, his hand crept insistently past the top bands of her nylons and 
began kneading the damp, baby-soft thigh flesh just scant inches below her 
steaming box. 

"Ohh, ohhh!" she panted, her fingers biting into his forearm as she strained 
to push his hand back down. "I beg you! Don't do this to me!" 

"Open your legs and let me feel you up just once," he husked, trying to kiss 
her. 

Jinx's lips brushed hers, then covered and claimed her mouth roughly. She 
let out a whimper and nearly crushed his hand between her legs. The sharp 
edges of her red fingernails dug into his forearm. It didn't even slow him 
down. The tip of his tongue probed demandingly between her abused oral 
petals. 

No, no, I mustn't let him kiss me! her addled mind screamed. 

And she honestly didn't intend to. But the road to ruin is paved with good 
intentions, and Melba was in a highly aroused, thoroughly confused state of 
mind. The aphrodisiac was reaching its peak, having its strongest effect on 
her now. Her nerves were like raw hamburger. She hardly knew her own name. 

Melba was never conscious of submitting to the determined young male. One 
second she was shoving desperately at his arm and attempting to wrench her 
flattened lips from his; the next second her mouth and legs were wide open 
and she was sucking his tongue voraciously and hunching his hand while he 
vulgarly rubbed her cunt. 

"Mmmmm, mmmm!" she heard herself whimpering submissively as she felt the 
short-nailed tip of a thick finger insinuating itself into the soft pink 
crack of her burning, itching sexual opening. 

The slick folds of her distended sex opened like a carnivorous flower and 
swallowed his invading finger. He jabbed it palm-deep into the defeated 
young wife's velvety passage and felt her insides clamp down hungrily around 
it. She was full of sticky hot paste, squirming and moaning helplessly into 
his mouth. He gave her another finger and started pumping them in and out of 
her tight hole as he rammed his tongue down her throat. 

"Noooh!" she whined, her glassy eyes imploring him to ravish her even as she 
begged him to stop. "I'm a ... married woman! Ohhh, don't ... please ... you 
mustn't treat me ... THIS WAY!" 

"You want it as bad as I do and you know it." He took her hand and drew it 
toward the bulge in his trousers. "Touch it. Take it out and I'll give it to 
you." 

Nervously Melba licked her lips and made a fist. She knew she shouldn't be 
letting him finger her, but it felt divine. There was a dark circle of 
seminal fluid on his pants where the turgid head of his penis strained 
against them like a throbbing tent pole. 

"God help me!" she puled. Her fingers opened jerkily and she pressed her 
palm down on his large knob, rubbing it through the secretion-stained 
material of his protruding trousers. 

"You want it, don't you, lady? You're dying to feel it shoved up into that 
hot belly of yours, aren't you?" He swished his fingers around in her 
febrile silky depths and batted her blood-glutted clitoris back and forth 
with the ball of his thumb. 

"Yesss! More than anything!" she sighed, squeezing his weeping cockhead then 
fumbling eagerly to unzip his fly. 

Her hands were shaking so badly he had to back his fingers out of her and 
pull his dong out himself. Melba grabbed it with both hands soon as he 
presented it to her. 

"Kiss it first." 

It was a beautiful organ, about the size of her husband's. His hand cupped 
the back of her head, his pussy-wetted fingers entwining with her lustrous 
auburn curls, and he applied pressure slowly, gradually inching her head 
down toward his lap. 

Melba resisted only slightly. She was a slave to her drug-induced lust, so 
far gone that her shame was only a small voice somewhere in the back of her 
reeling mind. She knew he would make her suck it, and the hell of it was, 
she wanted him to. Badly as her tortured pussy needed it, she actually 
preferred at this moment that he force her to take it in her mouth and blow 
him all the way, to defile her in this grossly perverted manner. 

"Pucker up and show it you like it." 

The standing column of naked masculinity loomed up at her. Melba moistened 
her parched lips with her tongue. When the head was only scant inches from 
her face, her encircling fingers tightened around the thick, vein-streaked 
shaft and drew back the foreskin hood. 

His purplish bulb shone wetly with a coating of clear seminal fluid. The 
maddening odor of the aroused cock drifted up to her and assaulted her 
delicate nostrils. She emitted a whimper-like sob of helpless surrender and 
pursed her lips. His pecker wasn't as clean as it could've been, but Melba 
was in no mood to complain. The truth of the matter was, his unwashed 
cockhead was vastly more desirable to her in her present condition than if 
it'd been immaculately clean. 

Force me, damn you! she begged silently. Make me do it! She longed to be 
taken and used but her wifely pride held her back. She felt dirty and 
shamed. He would have to force her; otherwise she would die of humiliation 
and guilt. 

"Noooh! Oh, please," she uttered, paying lip service to her outraged morals. 
"Not this! Don't make me do such a ... such a vile, unnatural thing!" 

"Kiss it!" His fingers clamped down on her skull and he pushed her head on 
down till the front of his smelly dick brushed luridly against her trembling 
oral petals. 

"It's nasty! Oh, it stinks so nice!" she moaned, and then she kissed the 
bluntly rounded tip. 

Smack! A lascivious thrill rippled up her arched spine. "MMMMM!" she sighed, 
and began avidly kissing the cheese-smeared dome as she clung to the pulsing 
shaft below. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! 

"You like it, do you? Yeah, I knew you would," he gloated. "Come on, lady, 
time to open wide and take a nice long suck on old Jinx's fuckstick!" 

Oh, yes! Yesss! I want to suck it! she thought hazily as she formed her full 
red lips around the forefront of his sleek glans penis. 

The tip of her sinful tongue darted to the tiny opening at its rounded end 
and scooped up the jiggling drop of clear fluid her gripping fingers milked 
up from his thick stem. 

Good! Oh, it tastes so good! she reluctantly admitted to herself alone, 
while she lowered her head and allowed his mushrooming knob to enlarge the 
moist circle of her soft, tremulous lips. 

Pausing with only the head of his pecker in her warm, wet mouth, she drew 
her lips tight around his shaft, just behind his tufted coronal ridge, and 
laved the musky bulb with her tongue as she sucked down hungrily on it and 
savored the strong, thrilling flavor. Her taste buds tingled and her senses 
whirled. Stale urine was definitely a part of his distinctive flavor, and 
his thick, gooey peter butter excited her. It had a rich, pungent taste. Her 
delighted tongue scrubbed his bloated dickhead until she'd lapped up every 
curd and fleck. 

Good Lord, what am I doing? she groaned inwardly as she swallowed the tangy 
mass of cock cheese. Unglued! Ohh, I'm coming completely unglued! 

It crossed Melba's mind that she should never have tried Flo's Great Dane 
that fateful morning. That had been the start of it, the beginning of her 
downhill plunge into adultery and sexual depravity. Now she was sure she was 
lost forever, mired in the muck of carnal sin without so much as even a 
trace of wifely will to pull herself together and climb back up to decency. 

"MMMMM, BLUB, BLUB!" she sighed, causing her lips to flap obscenely around 
his palpitating rod as suddenly she lurched her head down and took in more 
cock. 

The bulging hard-rubber head half buried itself in the soft membrane lining 
the back of her throat. Melba gagged reflexively, then sucked down 
rapaciously and drew up, her lips pulling out salaciously around the fat 
white shaft of his saliva-wetted prong. 

"MMM, MMM, MMM!" came her throaty chant of lust as she started bobbing her 
head at his loins." 

"A AAH-GODD AMN, SUCK IT, BABY ... OHHHH ... SUCK IT!" 

Without losing his phallus from her suctioning oral cavern, Melba swung her 
legs up to the couch and positioned herself on her hands and knees. 

"Man, look at her gobble Jinx's knob!" she heard a voice say, and she 
realized the speaker was one of the other two young men. The other replied, 
"Hungry cocksucker, isn't she?" 

She'd forgotten about them until now. But hearing their vulgar remarks, she 
knew they were watching her blow their friend. Amazingly, the knowledge that 
they were looking on, probably waiting for their turns, excited Melba all 
the more. She knew she should deplore what was happening, but she didn't. 
Not now. She was too hot and bothered to care about right or wrong. 

"Let's strip her now, Cliff, while she's going down on Jinx. 

"Right on, man. Off with all but her shoes and nylon stockings. I dig a 
broad in hose and high heels!" 

Out of the corner of her eye, Melba noticed the two guys advancing toward 
her were stark naked, their erected penises angling up from their patches of 
pubic hair and swaying lewdly from side to side as they walked. Cliff's was 
so huge it frightened her to even think about it pushing into her, but she 
wanted it anyway. God, how she wanted it. Cock! Yards and yards of it! 

The lust-crazed young wife and mother couldn't stop blowing the college 
student even while his two buddies manipulated her feverish body this way 
and that in their eagerness to divest her of her bothersome clothing. She 
moved willingly, her head bobbing all the while, to help them strip her. Her 
clothes felt so confining; she thought she would smother if they didn't 
hurry up and get them off her. 

Her skirt was pulled up around her hips, one of the horny youths opening the 
waistband as the other tugged her panties over the flare of her womanly hips 
and whisked them down her smooth, tapering thighs. Helpfully, Melba lifted 
first one knee and then the other, eager to have them render her nude and 
vulnerable to whatever demented sex acts they wanted to perpetrate upon her 
defenseless, cock-starved body. 

Cliff had her skirt and half slip bunched at her knees and Brian was 
fumbling open her front-buttoning blouse, when she felt the taut-skinned 
head of Jinx's rampant erection twitch warningly inside the vacuum chamber 
of her sperm-starved mouth. 

"SUCK IT, SUCK ITT!" he yelped, shuddering with the onset of his climax. 
"don't ... AAAHH ... STOP! SSUUCCKK IITTT!!!" 

A team of wild horses couldn't have pulled her mouth from his thumping 
prick. She heaved a mournful moan and sucked down on his meat as if her very 
life depended on it. Up came her head for the last time, her puffy red lips 
dragging distendedly along the spit-slick length of his jerking stalk. With 
only the expanding and contracting head in her mouth, Melba mewled 
encouragement and flailed the salty-tasting bulb enticingly with her dainty 
pink tongue. Her smooth white cheeks sank inward from the force of her 
suction and began quivering like those of a nursing baby who'd paused to 
catch its breath. 

Jinx stiffened, shuddered and let out a guttural groan, 
"NNNN-AAAGGGHHHHH!!!" 

His bloated glans expanded to the bursting point atop his jerking stalk and 
hurled a spiraling stream of viscous hot cream into Melba's moist, sucking 
mouth. It flooded her tongue with a blast of sharply acrid flavor. 

"MMMMM!" she moaned through her widely dilated nostrils, batting her eyelids 
and sucking all the harder, her entire body shivering with the tremendous 
forbidden thrill of this obscene moment. Another gush of pungent ejaculate 
spurted into her mouth, filling it to capacity as it mixed with the first. 
Melba shut her eyes and whimpered as she began swallowing his rusty load. 

"UNG, UNG, UNG!" Jinx grunted in the typical male fashion, his cockhead 
ballooning rhythmically as it spewed torrents of gluey white cum into the 
lust-dazed young wife's greedily suctioning oral cavern. 

The beefy college student was a virtual reservoir of sperm. Melba's graceful 
throat worked spasmodically as she strained to contain the copious flow of 
his scalding semen, but his pulsating prick pumped it to her faster than she 
could drink it down. Her mouth became so full of his thick jism her smooth 
cheeks bulged out as if they were each hiding a ping-pong ball. Her soft red 
lips swelled distendedly with the mass of glutinous load swirling over and 
in front of her teeth. 

Melba moaned mournfully and redoubled her efforts. His heady fuck juice was 
delicious and she didn't want to waste any of it. Frothy white cum oozed 
from the corners of her mouth and dangled down in two gluey strings. It 
washed out over her tremulous oral petals, coating her soft red lips with a 
whitish film of shimmering wetness. 

In a fit of slavish passion, she began gulping gluttonously to keep up with 
him. Her throat pumped up and down, her resilient cheeks expanding and 
contracting, as mindlessly she ingested the remainder of his ropy hot cum 
swallow by big, juicy swallow. 

"AAHHHHH ... OH, CHRIST!" he rasped, throwing back his head in rapture as 
his fat dick pumped it into her voracious mouth till his heavy balls felt 
empty and drained. "AAAH, GOD, WHAT A COCKSUCKER! OHHHHHH ... JESUS, SHE'S 
GONNA SUCK THE BALLS ... NAAAGGGHHH ... CLEAR OFF MEEE!!!" 

They had to pry her mouth off him. Even after his dong had gone soft and 
she'd stripped it dry as a desert bone, Melba couldn't stop sucking. She was 
a raging inferno of carnal desire. The Oriental aphrodisiac had her half out 
of her mind by now. 

"MORE! OH, PLEASE, MMOORREE!!!" she wailed as Cliff and Brian pulled her to 
her feet. She dropped to her knees and clutched their stony rods, tugging 
them together then skinning back their foreskins and taking both their 
secretion-dripping cockheads into her mouth at the same time. 

"MMMM-SLURP, SLURP-MMMMM!" she moaned, ruttishly sucking both bulbs and 
laving them adoringly with her sperm-slick tongue. 

"Get up, you cock-crazy bitch," Cliff chortled. "Let us finish stripping you 
and we'll take you to bed. You want to get fucked, don't you?" 

"Oooh! Oh, yesss ... I dooo! So bad! I don't know what's come over mee!" 

The three young men exchanged knowing glances but said nothing, leaving the 
beautiful young wife and mother mystified as to why she was suddenly willing 
to throw off the shackles of decency and let these horny devils gang-bang 
her like a common street whore. Melba couldn't help herself. Her mind was 
socked in under a swirling fog of lust and her loins were ablaze. Pussy 
juice trickled down the satiny insides of her thighs as she stood there 
licking cum off her lips and allowed them to remove her blouse and bra. 

"You ever see a better set of jugs?" Brian asked, as he mauled one of 
Melba's magnificent nude breasts and Cliff tweaked the tender, tumid pink 
nipple of the other. 

"Shit no, man!" Cliff exclaimed, his other hand vulgarly roaming the fleshy 
hillocks of her full, rounded white buttocks. "Got a fine ass on her, too. 
Come on, baby, we're going to the bedroom now and pack some stiff meat up 
that dribbling cunthole. That's what you want, isn't it, a nice fat dick 
rammed up you?" 

"Yes, damn you! Ohhh ... hurry, hurry!" she whined, stepping out of her 
skirt and half slip. 

Clad in only her garter belt, nylon hose and black high-heeled pumps, Melba 
was a vision of erotic loveliness, a willing victim of the stiff-pricked 
young men who led her docilely into the bedroom. They didn't bother to close 
the door! 

"Leave your shoes on," Cliff instructed when she started to step out of 
them. 

Melba nodded obediently and climbed onto the bookcase bed. It didn't matter 
to her how she got it, just so long as she got it soon. Her swollen, 
hair-ringed slot was snapping for cock, and any guy who had a hard-on would 
do. She flopped on her back and spread her legs, her rump rotating eagerly 
and her arms lifting in urgent invitiation. 

"I'll go first," Brian said. He got a knee and hand on the bed before 
Cliff's hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. 

"The hell you say." 

"Aw, come on," Brian snapped. "Who wants sloppy seconds after you? That 
cunt-stretcher you've got will leave her so loose I might as well open the 
window and fuck the world!" 

"We'll toss for it," Cliff grinned, and he produced a quarter from the 
pocket of his discarded trousers. "Call it." 

"Heads." 

Cliff flipped the coin. Brian caught it in his palm and slapped it down on 
the back of his other hand. 

"Shit!" Brian hissed. It was tails. 

"Hurry!" Melba pleaded, her hand between her legs rubbing the tortured slit 
of her cock-starved clefted mound. It made her feel horribly cheap to lie 
there watching them flip a coin to determine which one would get to go first 
on her. 

"Need it bad, do you?" Cliff asked tauntingly as he stood beside the bed 
stroking his huge, erect organ. "You ever had one this big?" 

"Nooh! Oh, good Lord, I don't th-think I can take all that!" Melba whined in 
fearful anticipation. Now that she saw it up close in all its naked 
splendor, she was afraid it would split her in half. It was half again as 
long as her husband's, and nearly twice as big around. "Jesus, you're hung 
like a ... like a horse!" 

A smug smile played over the burly youth's handsome face as he swung onto 
the bed and assumed the dominant position between Melba's wide-splayed, 
trembling legs. He knew full well that nature and heredity had bestowed upon 
him a hammer well above average size. He had yet to find the woman or girl 
who could take it with ease the first time around. Generally they squealed 
like stuck pigs when he penetrated them, and he intended to hear it from 
this lovely, helplessly drugged young wife. 

Supporting his weight on elbows and knees, Cliff lowered himself onto her 
and laid his enormous instrument on her slightly rounded lower belly. His 
pullet-egg-sized testicles rested on the yawning gates of her juiced up 
snatch, the head of his rod reaching clear up past her navel, dripping 
seminal fluid as he brushed the silky skin of her abdomen with the puffed, 
bluish vein running the length of his shaft's undersurface and stroked the 
nerve-rich tip of her elongated clitoris with the flared, coarse-haired base 
of his penis. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh!" she sighed. Her hands caressed his sides unsurely, then her 
arms reluctantly encircled his torso. 

"Do you want it or not?" 

"Yes, but ... but I'm scared! You might rupture so-something inside me!" 

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," he chuckled. His ass lifted and drew 
back to the ready. "Nice girls and ladies put it in for a guy. You are a 
nice married lady, aren't you?" 

"Please don't talk that way!" she puled, her heart aching with a new surge 
of humiliation and guilt. "I know I'm being unfaithful to my husband! You 
don't have to rub it in!" 

He smiled down sadistically at her desire-twisted visage. "Take it in your 
hand, Missus Upchurch. Skin it back and guide it into that hot twat of 
yours." 

Melba shut her eyes as she slipped her right hand in between their bodies 
and took hold of his gigantic phallus. She peeled back the velvety foreskin 
hood and w-edged the forefront of the hotly throbbing head into the silky 
softness of her shiny-wet cuntal petals, swabbing it up and down in the 
damp-haired tightness of her fluttering elliptical slot. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh! Put it in me!" 

"Put what in you?" he taunted. 

"Your thing!" she sighed, tugging at his shaft, which was so thick she 
couldn't make her thumb and middle finger touch around it. 

"You mean my dick, don't you?" 

"Yes, yes!" she panted, pushing up at him, rolling her well-lubricated labia 
majora over the bluntly rounded tip. 

"Then say it! If you expect to get it, you have to call it what it is." 

"Your di-dick!" she forced herself to say. "Oh, please, give me your dick 
now!" 

"You can do better than that," he coached. "Come on, baby, let me hear you 
beg for it." 

"Oh God, why are you shaming me like this?" she moaned, her hips rolling 
about beneath him in silent supplication. "All right! I need it too bad to 
have any pride! Your cock! Oh, darling, yesss! Give me your big fat cock! I 
beg you! Shove that big sweet thing up into my belly! Stuff me with your 
gorgeous horsecock!" 

"Do you talk this way to your husband?" he gibed cruelly. 

"Noooh! Oh, I'd never dare!" 

He laughed derisively, then tensed his buttocks and began pressing for 
entrance. The vanguard of his mushrooming crown bored between her fat outer 
labia and wormed deeper, stretching her crimson inner lips until she thought 
they would tear. 

"OHHHH ... AAA AH!" 

The delicate features of her fine-boned face screwed up with a mixture of 
pain and passion. Her slender fingers blanched as she tightened her grip on 
his pulsating stem. 

"Hot damn, you're tight as a young virgin! You never had a hunk of meat this 
size, have you, baby?" 

"NOOH!" she bleated, straining up at him as he paused to enjoy the 
lust-contorted expression on her pretty face. "YOU'RE HUGE! OH, GOD, IT 
HURTS ... IT HURTS SO GOOD!" 

Only the front half of his massive glans was into her vagina. He gritted his 
teeth and pressed harder, forcing it into her tiny wet pussy an agonizing 
millimeter at a time. Melba was being dilated as she'd never been dilated 
since she'd given birth to her son so many years ago. His oversized organ 
was giving her fits, stretching the inflamed lips of her sopping cunt till 
they were nearly tissue-paper thin. She whined and sobbed piteously, 
thrashing about in a melange of fear and pain and shame and longing, her 
hairy hole twitching spastically as it gripped his doorknob-sized dickhead 
tight as a rubber band about to break. 

"STOP! OH, PLEASE LET UP!" she cried thinly, her lovely asscheeks quivering 
with fear as they cringed down into the bed. "TOO BIG! NAAAGGGHHH ... YOU'RE 
KILLING MEEE! OHHH, OHHHHH ... I CA-CANT TA-AAKKEE HTTT!!!" 

He knew better. Smaller girls than her had taken it, and Melba would, too, 
even if he had to tear her flesh getting it in. Her steaming hot, 
super-tight pussy was irresistible. Now that he had all but the flared 
coronal ridge of his knob into her, he wasn't about to stop. The gag line 
from a ludicrous joke flashed through his mind, If she dies, she dies, and 
showing her no mercy, he lunged into her with one masterful if somewhat 
viscious thrust. 

"AAAIIIEEE!!!" Melba screamed, as the fist of his rampant cockhead burst 
through the tortured gates of her small cuntal vestibule and jabbed brutally 
up into the snug sheath of her shocked vagina. His arm-like shaft drove home 
like a boxer seeking a knockout punch, sending the giant, hard-rubbery head 
crashing into her tender cervix with a thump that could be heard outside her 
stomach. 

"AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally as she felt his monster cock 
plundering her depths and cramming her uterus high up into her stunned 
abdomen. 

SPLAT, SPLAT! came the twin report of his hard stomach slapping down on her 
conquered belly and his heavy nuts slapping into the milk-white valley of 
her cringing, widespread buttocks. 

" 'NNNN-GAAAHHHHH!!!" she screeched, and then sucked in her breath raggedly. 

Her mouth hung open and her eyes were clenched tightly shut, her entire body 
shuddering with the bittersweet bliss of being penetrated to the very core 
of her feminine being. She could feel each rapid-fire beat of her heart in 
the sensitive circle of her tautly stretched pussy lips. It fairly took her 
breath away to have so much pulsating prick rammed up her. She had a 
nonsensical mental impression in which she was the earth and he was a 
towering oak that'd just planted his taproot in her halfway to China. 

"OH, GOD!" she groaned, her expression mirroring her incredulity as her 
eyelids fluttered open and she gazed up at him through glassy, hard-to-focus 
eyes. "OH MY GOD! OHHH ... OOOHHHHH!!!" 

"You like it shoved all the way up into that hot belly, don't you, baby?" he 
asked with a knowing grin. 

"OOOH, I FEEL SO FULL!" she moaned, contracting her internal muscles 
testingly around the gloriously impaling length of his girthful, fully 
inserted member. "SHIT, YES, I LIKE IT! WHAT WOMAN WOULDN'T? JESUS, THE 
HEAD'S ALMOST UP INTO MY CHEST! I LOVE IT ... YOUR BIG FAT COCK!" 

He ground his hips, his coarse-haired pubic mound compressing her spongy 
mons veneris as he rotated his rump and stirred her intestines with the 
womb-swabbing head of his pole. 

"AAAAH ... OHHHHH ... AHHHHH!!!" she crooned with the instant ecstasy his 
vulgar motions produced in her teeming viscera. 

His bloated organ was tossing her guts like a salad, and Melba could hardly 
wait for him to squirt in the spicy white dressing. She knew full well she 
was dangerously close to her fertile period, that he might knock her up 
higher than a kite, but she didn't give a good goddamn about it now. There 
was no past or future in her state of raging lust, only the present, and she 
wanted to be screwed until she was too weak to move a muscle ... and she 
hoped they wouldn't stop taking turns on her even then. 

"OHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!" she pleaded, flinging her arms around him and 
drawing up her legs. She planted the soles of her high-heeled pumps on the 
dark-brown, plain masculine bedspread and began revolving her hips in a 
constricted circular motion. 

"Does it feel better than your husband's?" he asked amusedly. 

"Ohh, nooh, darling," she whispered huskily, her ass squirming enticingly. 
"Just do it to me! Please don't make me compare you to him!" 

"Tell me!" he demanded, clenching his sexual muscles to make his massive 
organ jerk sensually inside her tightly gripping tunnel. He knew what she 
would have to say if she answered honestly, but he wanted to hear the young 
wife admit she liked his huge pecker better than her own husband's. 

"Ohhh ... ooouuuu ... YES, OH, YESSS! IT'S HALF AGAIN BIGGER ... AAAH ... 
AND IT'S TWICE AS GOOD AS MY HUSBAND'S!" Scathing shame welled up inside her 
wifely bosom. She felt terrible for what she'd said, as if she'd somehow 
demeaned and betrayed her loving husband in yet another indecent way. But, 
God help her, it was the truth, cruel as it might be to voice her honest 
emotions. Cliff's horsecock felt better to her than Melba had ever dreamed 
any penis in the world could possibly feel. "There, I've said it! I hope 
you're satisfied! Now hump me, damn you! Get your butt to moving!" 

"My pleasure, hot ass," he said, gazing right into her glassy, shame-filled 
eyes as he began screwing his juice-slick cock into her with deliberately 
long, smooth, measured strokes. 

"AAAAH, AAAAH!" she sighed, moving with him from the start. 

Melba was keenly aware of his deeply skewering phallus. Its big, sleek head 
nudged the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus each time he sank it in to 
the hilt through the raw-red lips of the palpitating furry slot between her 
drawn-up legs. 

"OHHH, BABY, BABY!" she rasped, sliding her sweat-dampened palms down his 
broad, powerful back to clutch the muscular buns of his lazily arcing 
behind. "OHHH, THAT'S GOOD! JUST WHAT I NEED! UNNN, UNNN ... MMMMM ... GOD, 
IT GOES IN SO DEEP!" 

Cliff grunted his pleasure and kept humping steadily away, taking his time 
about it. He was an exhibitionist at heart and liked to show off his sexual 
powers in front of his friends, both of whom were watching his glistening 
wet pole saw in and out of the young woman's reddish-brown-haired pussy from 
their vantage point at the foot of the squeaking bed. Out of the corner of 
his eye, he could see the scheming redhead that was supposed to be Melba's 
friend peeking around the doorframe. He'd heard Jinx let Flo back in the 
apartment, but apparently Melba wasn't aware of her girl friend's return. 
She'd been crying out and gasping for breath during penetration at the time. 
He'd never had one woman watch him give it to another before, so he wanted 
to outdo himself while he had the chance to perform for the voyeuristic 
edification of the swinging chick. The sordidness of this un-likely 
situation appealed to his baser nature. He was in his glory fucking the hot, 
sweet cunt of this pretty young wife as it had never had been fucked before, 
and with three pairs of jealous eyes looking on, to boot. 

"OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!" Melba chanted huffingly as she threw her hungry wet 
snatch up to meet each and every womb-jabbing thrust of his smoothly 
plunging member. 

"That's it, baby!" he husked, slipping his hands in under the warm, soft 
pillows of her springy asscheeks. "Hunch it up to me! Shake that sweet ass!" 

"FASTER!" she squealed, raking his buttocks with her sharp red fingernails. 
"HARDER! SOCK IT TO ME, YOU BIG-DICKED STUD! OHH, OHHH ... YESSS ... FUCK ME 
... AAAH ... LIKE YOU MEAN ITTT!!!" 

He threw a volley of hard, swift jabs into her, then backed his rod 
completely out of her juiced-up box. "Get up on your hands and knees, Missus 
Upchurch, I'm going to fuck you dog-fashion now, so I can feel that fine ass 
of yours against my belly." 

Any way he wanted to give it to her was fine with Melba. Panting with lust, 
she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed up onto her hands and knees. 
When he knelt behind her and grasped her full, womanly hips, she reached 
back and guided his secretion slick organ into her. 

"OHHH ... OHHHHH!" she sighed, when he started rocking her back and forth 
and hammering it up into her needy pussy from behind. 

It made her feel degraded to kneel before him this way, but his big fat dick 
sawing incessantly away at the tightly gripping circle of her inflamed 
cuntal folds felt marvelous, so she wasn't about to complain. Her auburn 
curls hung down dragging the bed while her dangling big tits flopped around 
and clapped together from the forceful thrusts of his rear assault. His 
masculine abdomen slapped rapid-fire against the white moons of her rounded 
bottom, flattening them then letting them spring back quiveringly into their 
natural shapes. Silvery threads of overflowing pussy juice stretched 
swayingly down between the tapering columns of her slightly spread white 
thighs, dripping onto the brown bedspread and spotting it with pools of 
shimmering wetness. 

"Gaw-awd-damn, I'm about to drop my load!" Brian croaked. He made a dive for 
the bed, worked himself into a half-sitting position beneath Melba's head, 
grabbed her by the hair and aimed his peter at her face. "Go down on me! 
Come on, mama, open that mouth and give me some head!" 

He shoved it into her mouth with the bulging head still hidden by his taut 
foreskin. Melba clamped down on his shaft and skinned it back with her 
parched lips while he fed the rest of it to her. Up onto his knees he came, 
locking his fingers around her head and pushing it up till the back of her 
skull rested between her shoulder blades. With her mouth and throat in 
alignment, he began fucking her pretty face as if her willingly sucking 
mouth was a pussy. The sleek, swollen head of his dong swabbed up and down 
in the ringed portion of her graceful throat. His sweaty lower belly slapped 
her in the face repeatedly. His tight, quivering balls tapped at her chin, 
the coarse, curly hair of his pubic triangle hiding her dainty, slightly 
up-turned nose each time his male-smelling groin mashed her puffy red lips 
flat against the front of her white teeth. 

Oh my God! she groaned inwardly, both despising and loving the obscene use 
they were making of her. Two at once! They're fucking into me from both ends 
at the same time! 

A guttural groan rumbled up from deep in her chest. She threw her arms 
around Brian and cupped his firm, hairy buttocks, tugging at him to help him 
fuck her face as she sucked his cock like mad and took the body-buffeting, 
womb-deep screwing she was getting from the burly youth behind her. Her mind 
spun lewdly. Vulgar thrills careened around inside her feverish, 
sweat-sheened body. 

I love it, love itt! she thought wantonly, wagging her ass and increasing 
the suction of her dick-filled mouth and plundered throat. Dear Lord, what 
would Don think if he could see me now?! Oh, Don, I'm sorry, darling, but 
I'm afraid your wife is turning into a cock-crazy slut! 

Then Cliff poured on the coals, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of 
her trim waist as he started fucking his dick into her hard and fast. His 
huge hard/soft glans battered rapidly against the ultra-sensitive mouth of 
her displaced womb, driving all thoughts of her husband and her lost wifely 
virtue from Melba's passion-dulled mind. Brian was grunting and hunching her 
face fast as he could go, driving the enlarged head of his throbbing organ 
deep into her straining, swan-like throat. 

They were stuffing rock-hard manmeat into her from both ends, fucking her 
pussy and mouth as if she was some five-dollar whore they were sharing 
instead of a decent young wife and mother who'd been hopelessly drugged into 
this wild fit of carnal sin. 

I love it! she admitted joyously to herself. God help me, but I do ... 
IDOOH! 

The pulsing lengths of thrusting male turgidity were pumping her so full of 
wicked pleasure Melba wanted to scream. Tiny whines and whimpers escaped her 
lust-flared nostrils. She began working with them, helping the horny young 
men degrade and defile her in this blatantly sordid way. She clung to 
Brian's tensing and relaxing buns, rocking on her knees to slam her sopping 
pussy back to the humping youth behind her, taking his enormous cock into 
the roiling depths of her heaving belly clear up past her navel, then 
lurching forward to get every delicious inch of Brian's smaller organ into 
her greedy mouth, thrilling anew each time the bloated head rippled 
swabbingly down into the ringed portion of her sperm-starved throat. 

She felt cheap and vulgar and soiled beyond redemption, but she hoped they 
never stopped cramming their lovely fat dicks into her. She could feel the 
tension of her rampaging lust settling in her loins, stretching her 
raw-ended nerves to the breaking point and tightening her blood-engorged 
sexual parts until she feared she might die of an agonizing, all-over cramp, 
or explode into a million pieces, or simply come unglued and fall apart at 
the seams to become a pile of disjointed arms and legs and whatever on the 
bed between then, with her pussy rim and her lips still clinging to their 
male organs like two obscene doughnuts of hungry female flesh. 

The bedsprings squeaked like crazy under the combined weight of their three 
thrashing bodies. Paperbacks and hardbacks a-like spilled from the shelf as 
the bookcase headboard went, BAM, BAM, BAM against the wall. 

"HERE IT ... AARRGGHH ... COMES!" Brian squealed as his pecker twitched out 
of control. He tightened his grip on her head and jerked it toward him, 
hunching forward at the same time. He rammed his jerking, blood-swollen 
prick down her throat and mashed her face against his belly. "NNNN ... AHHHH 
... UNG, UNG, UNNGGHHH!!!" 

His cock throbbed rhythmically as he howled his pleasure and emptied his 
bloated balls deep into her throat, his expanding and contracting dickhead 
blowing hot streams of viscous jizz right down into her stomach, depriving 
her mouth of its rightful reward to taste it first. 

At the moment, Melba couldn't have cared less. 

It thrilled her enormously to have him shooting off so deep in her throat, 
and Cliff was back there going at her like some demented beast. He was 
grunting and groaning and hammering it into her a mile a minute with 
sledge-hammer force. Melba thought he meant to rip her a new cunt with his 
massive, brutally pistoning phallus. She knew what it meant to be ravished 
now. God, he was tearing her apart, rutting into her like a wild bull, 
bruising her bobbing womb and knocking the wind from her aching lungs. 

But she took it in the lust-crazed spirit he was giving it to her, because 
he was about to cum and his frenzied attack on her helpless pussy was 
bringing her off with him. 

"NOW, BABY, NNOOWW!" he cried, his abdomen slapping rapid-fire against the 
resilient soft cheeks of her rotating, out-thrust rump. "GET READY! I'M 
GONNA ... SQUIRT THAT HOT BELLY ... FULL OF IITTT!!!" 

Cliff plunged his gigantic member into her dripping, hair-fringed hole right 
up his body-hugging testicles for the final time. His huge, turgid cockhead 
crashed against her orgasm-primed womb and irrigated it with a pressurized 
stream of scalding hot semen. 

"UNG, UNG, UNG!" he grunted blissfully, holding her by the trim waist and 
throwing back his head in rapture as he pumped his pent-up load into the 
churning depths of her heaving belly. "AAAAHHHHH ... AAAAH, JESUS H. CHRIST 
... OHHHHH!!!" 

The inundation of steaming ejaculate did it for her. Her uterus drew up in a 
tight, convulsive knot and began quivering with the blessed relief of 
orgasm. Brian's pounding peter was still spurting cream down her 
instinctively gulping throat, but she had to get rid of it now. She couldn't 
breathe; she was suffocating and sweating and shuddering ecstatically and 
her lungs ached for air. 

Frantically she shoved Brian away, blinking mindlessly and sucking air as 
the final jets of his whitish cum splashed luridly over her face and 
trickled down in obscene, ropy streaks. 

"OOOH ... OOHHHHH ... OH MY GOD!" Melba gasped, her insides jerking and 
twitching from the intensity of her explosion-like climactic release of 
unbearable, damned-up tensions. "ME, TOO! AAAHHHHH ... I'M CUMMING ... WITH 
... YYOOUUU!!!" 

Her slippery velvet sheath clutched spastically at the thumping length of 
his long, thick, cum-pumping organ. The huge ballooning head was pressed 
snugly against the tiny hypersensitive mouth of her pulsating womb, some of 
his gushing hot semen spurting directly into that most feminine of all 
female organs. Melba was sure he was making her pregnant at that very 
second, but she was so immersed in the agony/ecstasy of her own 
spine-wrenching climax that she didn't give a damn. 

"GAAAAHHHHH ... OH, HES, YESSS ... SHOOT ITT ... HOT AND DEEP! CUMMING! FUCK 
IT INTO MEEE ... BLOW CUM UP ME ... OHHHHH ... TILL IT RUNS OUT OF MY 
GODDAMNED EARS! LORD, LORD, LORD ... AM I EVER CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" 

Melba's small cunt was so tight around him that his copious ejaculate backed 
up and spewed out in a frothy white wave over the fluttering, bright-red 
lips of her palpitating snatch. Their mixed fuck juices splattered into the 
moist curls of her auburn-haired bush and washed over his egg-like 
testicles. Still more of their combined cream gushed out past the tight 
connection of his massive cock and her small cunt, and ran down the 
satin-smooth insides of Melba's trembling thighs in twin rivulets of gluey, 
gleaming-wet whiteness. 

"NNN-GAAAAHHHHH ... OH GOD, I'M DYINGGG!!!" she trilled, her head rolling 
about ecstatically with strands of her lustrous auburn hair stuck to the 
glutinous streaks of cum on her enraptured, orgasmically contorted visage. 
"OHHHH ... OUUUUU ... AAAHHHHHHHH!!!" 

Melba collapsed to the bed and began rubbing her face against the brown 
bedspread with the soft white moons of her quaking buttocks sticking high up 
into the air. The throbbing horsecock was still planted to the hilt in her 
cum-drenched, spastically clasping vagina, blowing torrents of sticky hot 
sperm into the tremulous depths of her rippling belly. He was flooding her 
with cum, pumping so much of it into her that she could feel her abdomen 
swelling up like a balloon. 

When Cliff finally pulled his long Umber dong out of the sloppy fuckhole 
that was now her pussy, Melba could only lie there weak and spent, sobbing 
brokenly and shuddering uncontrollably in the final throes of her 
soul-shattering climax. She was only dimly aware of Brian wiping his cock 
with her hair. She thought she could hear Flo telling Jinx no, not to put it 
up her asshole, to leave her alone because she'd had enough, but she didn't 
really know and thought she must be hallucinating, because Flo wasn't back 
yet, was she? She closed her eyes and was immediately asleep. 

It was turning dark outside when Melba awakened. Flo was sitting in a chair 
beside the bed, watching her like an anxious nurse. 

"Can't leave you alone with young guys for a minute, can I, Upchurch?" Flo 
asked, trying to sound flippant. "From the looks of you, I'd guess you had a 
pretty good time. What the hell went on here, anyway, an orgy?" 

"Where are they?" Melba moaned. 

"Went out for pizza, according to the note I found. Want to go home now or 
stick around till they get back? I imagine you're hungry, huh?" 

Melba groaned, struggled up and staggered out to the other room and began 
dressing as she retrieved her discarded clothing. 

"I don't want to talk about it," Melba insisted, and finally Flo quit 
grilling her. 

It seemed like a vulgar nightmare, the obscene things that had happened, but 
the dull ache in her stretched, cummy cunt and the hoarseness of her 
prick-reamed throat told Melba it was no dream. 

"Listen, Upchurch, I'm really sorry about what happened," Flo said when they 
arrived home. 

"Why should you be sorry?" Melba mumbled naively, never once suspecting that 
she'd been drugged and set up by her redheaded girl friend. "You weren't 
even there." 

Flo heaved a sigh. "Well, you're doing the right thing, just forgetting 
about it. From what little you told me, I gather that they didn't actually 
rape you." 

Numbly Melba shook her head. "I wouldn't report it, even if they had. I'd 
die of shame if anyone else ever knew about it. My God, Flo, I still can't 
believe it! I just don't know what came over me after you left." 

"Take it in and put it to bed, honey," Flo said, giving Melba a hug and a 
peck on the forehead. "It isn't the end of the world. Believe me, you'll 
feel better tomorrow." 

But Melba didn't. She felt rotten, cheap and tainted, ruined forever, 
unworthy to be Don's wife. It was a long week and a half later, when she 
started having her period after sleepless nights of dread, that Melba began 
to feel a little bit human again. 

She got her perscription for oral contraceptives refilled and began taking 
the pill religiously. Not that she intended to screw around any more, but 
then she'd never intended to in the first place. Melba didn't know what to 
make of the way she was coming unglued here lately. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It came as quite a shock to Melba when one evening she stuck her head into 
Bobby's room and saw her twelve-year-old son beating his meat while he 
stared glassy-eyed at a snapshot of her in a bathing suit. For a second she 
stood there transfixed, unable to say or do anything. Then she cleared her 
throat and Bobby jumped, cried out and rolled over onto his stomach, hiding 
both his erection and the photo of her. 

"Better wash your hands, Son. Supper'll be ready in about five minutes," she 
said, and turned away as if he'd been doing his homework or reading a comic 
book. 

Melba was pleased with herself for not making an issue of his masturbation. 
Every book she'd read about sex said it was a normal, natural act that 
everyone engages in at one time or another, and Bobby was entering the early 
stages of puberty. The only thing she worried about was that he'd been 
looking at a picture of her while he was jacking off. But this didn't cause 
her any great alarm. She could remember rubbing her downy-haired, pre-teen 
pussy and thinking of her father, God rest his soul, so she figured Bobby 
wasn't abnormal using a snapshot of his own mother to jerk off to. She'd 
outgrown her childish fixation on her father, and she felt sure that if her 
son actually had-any naughty ideas about her, that he would soon get over 
them, too. 

That night she awoke with the uncanny feeling that, someone was staring at 
her. She opened her eyes and there was Bobby standing beside her bed. From 
the looks of his tousled brown hair, he'd been asleep. There was only the 
dim illumination from the night light in the hall, so Melba couldn't be 
absolutely sure the small bulge in his baggy pajamas was actually caused by 
an erection of his little boy's penis. 

"What in the world are you doing in here in the middle of the night, Son?" 

"Watching you sleep," he answered honestly. 

"For heaven's sake, why?" 

"I dunno," he mumbled, shifting his bare feet. "I just like to look at you. 
You're so pretty, Mama. 

"Well, thank you, I'm sure," she laughed softly. "But you'd better toddle 
back off to bed now." 

"Could I get in bed with you?" 

"No, I don't think so." 

"I had a bad dream. I'm scared." 

"Bobby." Her voice was a sleepy, disapproving sigh. 

"Well, I did," he insisted. "Please let me, Mama. I promise to lay real 
still." 

"Oh, all right, come on." 

She slid over and lifted the covers. Bobby slipped into bed with her, 
snuggling into the warm spot where her body had been. 

"You smell good." 

"Mmm," she murmured, drifting back off. 

The next thing Melba knew, her son was pressed up against her, trying to 
work her breast out of her nightgown. 

"Bobby!" she scolded, and slapped his hand. "What on earth?" 

"Let me suck your titty, Mama. Please let me." 

"Bobby! Where did you ever get such a fool notion?" 

"You let Miles." 

"I did no such thing!" 

"He said you did." 

"Well, I'm saying I didn't. Now, turn over and go to sleep, young man, or 
I'll send you scooting back to your own bed." 

Damn that Miles! she thought as she turned her back toward Bobby and bit her 
tongue because of the necessary lie. 

Bobby lay still for a while, but she could tell by his breathing that he 
wasn't asleep. Just the thought of letting him suck her titty the way he'd 
done as a nursing baby made her strawberry nipple crinkle up and get hard at 
the very point. 

Minutes later she could feel him easing closer. She knew she shouldn't let 
him touch her. Bobby was the apple of her eye and she loved him more than 
life itself. When he cuddled up to her backside, she found herself feigning 
sleep the way she'd done with his big-mouthed little friend. 

Cautiously his arm crept over her, his small, trembling hand touching her 
breasts with a feathery brushing sensation that sent shivers of forbidden 
delight up and down her spine. He became bolder. Forcing herself to breathe 
normally, Melba lay there with a troubled smile playing over her face and 
allowing him to work one tit out of her nightgown and fondle it flesh to 
exciting flesh. 

"Don't, Son," she breathed. "You shouldn't be doing that. I'm your mother." 

"You did let Miles, didn't you?" he asked, really feeling up her magnificent 
breastwork now that he knew for sure she was awake. 

"Yes," she sighed, as his fingers captured her tumescent pink cone and began 
rolling it gently. "But, Son, I shouldn't have. I was asleep when he started 
playing around with me," she added, clinging to half of the he so Bobby 
wouldn't think the worst of her. "And when I woke up, I ... oh, Son, stop it 
now. You don't know what that does to Mother." 

"Turn over. Let me suck your titty." 

"Nooh, I can't," she crooned, but she rolled onto her back and mussed his 
hair fondly. 

"Please, I want to suck it so bad!" 

"Oh, all right, but just for a little bit," she said, cupping his head and 
drawing his mouth down to her nipple. She gazed up at the ceiling, smiling 
dreamily as his hot wet mouth attached itself like a little suction cup to 
her tender titflesh. "Oooh ... careful of your teeth now. Don't bite me." 

She could feel him trembling against her, his stiff little peter poking her 
hip, as the moist sounds of his sucking drifted up to her ears and the 
physical effects of it traveled down the trunk nerve connecting her nipples 
to her loins and made her pleasure button tingle. 

"That's enough, Son, you'd better stop now." 

"The other one," he said. "Take it out. I want to suck it, too." 

"Oh, no, you don't. Now , quit that, Bobby!" 

"Just let me suck it for a minute," he said. He already had it out, and he 
began sucking its sensitive nipple without waiting for her reply. 

"Ohh, nooh," she cooed, running her fingers through his unruly brown hair. 
"Well, okay, but just for a minute and then you simply must stop. Do you 
hear me?" 

"Mmm, slurp, slurp," came his tit-muffled answer. 

Melba could feel his hand inching down her midsection, furtively pulling up 
the hem of her shortie nightgown till at last his fingertips touched the 
silky skin of her stomach just above the top border of her exposed bush. 

"No, Bobby, you mustn't touch Mother there," she warned. 

He was sucking her tumid nipple hungrily now, and she lay there shivering 
with pleasure as his fingers combed timidly through the triangle of crisp, 
dark hair covering her prominent mons veneris. Her clitoris stood out boldly 
at the top of her elliptical orifice, and when his finger brushed it, she 
sucked in her breath. 

"Oh, nooo, this is going too far now!" She clasped his head and lifted it 
from her pleasured breast. 

"Mama, I love you!" he panted. He shook his head free of her hands and 
returned his hot, wet, sucking mouth to the big ripe strawberry of her 
tumid, saliva-coated nipple. 

"I love you, too," she said, pushing gently at his head to get his maddening 
little mouth off her tingling nipple. "But you've got to stop! This isn't 
good for either of us." 

Instead of stopping, he sucked all the harder, and she could feel his 
fingers slipping insistently in through the dew-moistened petals of her soft 
pink crack. 

"Oooh ... Bobby, nooh!" she puled, but she spread her legs wider and hugged 
his head to her bosom, feeding him titty as his small, trembling fingers 
slipped all the way into the hairy split between her legs and began stirring 
the hot paste of desire which he'd aroused in her. "Ohhh ... mmmm ... ahhh! 
Oh, Sonny boy, this is so wrong!" ' 

"Does it feel good?" He was gazing up at his mother now, sliding three 
naughty fingers in and out of the pussy which had given him life. 

"Yes," she admitted reluctantly. 

"How? What does it feel like?" 

"Oouuu ... don't ask. Good, that's all." 

"Does it feel like when Daddy's fucking you?" 

"Mmmm ... sort of." 

"Can I fuck you." 

"Bobby!" 

"I want to!" 

"I know you do!" 

"I got to, Mama!" 

"Nooh! Oh, no, you don't got to! Oh, Sonny boy, I shouldn't let you do this 
to me. I'm your mother!" 

"Will you suck my goober the way you did Miles'?" 

"Ohh, ohh, I shouldn't do that to you!" 

"Will you?" he demanded, finger-fucking her steadily. 

"Yesss ... all right! Ohh, you're making Mother so hot!" 

She had him lie down on his back and unbutton his pajama top while she 
untied the waistcord and tugged the bottoms down over his thighs. To Melba's 
way of thinking, this was the most sinful thing she'd done so far. 

My own son! she kept thinking lasciviously as she kissed her way down his 
warm, hairless little chest and abdomen. Oh, God, what am I doing? But he's 
so sweet! The sweetest boy in the whole world! My own flesh and blood! I'll 
go to hell for this, but I just can't help it! Why did I have to let him 
touch me? Why did I even let him get in bed with me?! 

In the back of her mind, Melba had known something like this would happen 
when she'd awakened and discovered him looking at her. Her subconscious mind 
had wanted it to happen since the moment she'd caught him staring at her 
picture and jacking off. She'd known he was daydreaming about doing it to 
her then. 

If this ever got out-and she knew it would do no good to swear a boy as 
young as Bobby to secrecy-she would be disgraced forever. She would lose her 
loving husband and happy home, and maybe even Bobby, too. But she felt so 
strange, so warm and weak. The moral struggle within her evaporated into 
thin air as her nibbling lips and darting tongue arrived at his virtually 
bald fatty mound. 

Like a doomed moth circling a fatal but irresistible flame, Melba bypassed 
her son's appealing peter and rained passionate kisses upon his thighs and 
small, drawn-up testicles. Her lustrous auburn curls disheveled by sleep, 
she kicked back the covers and knelt between iiis legs. Her head hovered 
scant inches above his loins. She took her son's four-inch penis in her hand 
and drew back its foreskin as if the hard, rosy head beneath were a 
priceless jewel. As indeed it was, in her mind's eye. 

"Suck it, Mama! Take it in your mouth now!" 

"Ohh, Son, Son," she crooned, and moistened her lips with her tongue as she 
moved her hand strokingly up and down, furling and unfurling the foreskin 
flag of his penile hood. "This is soo wrong!" 

"I don't care!" 

"I know you don't, darling. What makes it so awful, is that I don't, 
either!" 

With that, Melba lowered her head and took his bare dickhead into the moist 
heat of her loving mouth. She drew on it gently, her shameless tongue laving 
round and around his taut-skinned, salty-tasting bulb. Then she moaned her 
delight and eased her head lower. Her soft red lips slid suckingly down his 
stiff, boyish shaft until she'd engulfed the whole of his delicious young 
pecker. She nuzzled his childish nuts with her chin and mashed her lips and 
the tip of her nose against his freshly scrubbed groin. 

"UNNN!" He strained up at her face, his prick jerking inside her moist, hot 
mouth, its musky head lodged in the upper region of her velvety throat. 

Sensing his impending orgasm, Melba sucked down hungrily and raised her 
head. Her full, smooth lips clung to the shaft, pulling lewdly out around 
it. She backed up his pulsing stem till only the throbbing head remained in 
her suctioning mouth. She sucked harder and eagerly spit-washed his sleek 
glans with her flashing pink tongue. 

"UNNN ... UNG, UNG ... AHHHHHH!!!" 

His cries of fulfillment were music to her ringing ears. The head of his 
dick grew larger and then smaller as it expelled a small jet of sticky 
warmth. 

"MMMMM!" Melba moaned, as the few drops of her son's adolescent semen fell 
onto her surprised but delighted tongue and sent a terrific illicit thrill 
coursing through her. 

He didn't have much cum, but what he did have was ungodly sweet. Melba held 
his twitching peter in her mouth and savored the teaspoonful of scrumptious, 
young-boy cream. 

The strangest part of all was that she had no regrets whatsoever. She'd 
fellated her own darling little boy, and nothing had ever pleased her quite 
so much. A warm glow of motherly pride welled up in her and mixed with the 
wantonness of her sinfully sensual mood. This was incest, she knew that full 
well, but it was so incredibly sweet. Almost divine. Melba was overwhelmed 
with the great surge of her mixed emotions. 

His prick didn't wilt a bit. If anything, it grew harder and longer and 
fatter after his ejaculation. Melba sucked it a few seconds longer, draining 
every drop of his precious purity up from his small, quivering balls, then 
she kissed the swollen head and pushed up onto her knees. 

"Do you hate me now?" 

He shook his head. "I love you more than ever, Mama." 

"Oh, you darling," she sighed throatily, and lay down beside him. She took 
him into her arms and hugged him fiercely. 

"Can I put it in you now? In your pussy?" 

"If you want to," she told him. There was a dreamy smile on her face. There 
was no stopping now, and she knew it. She didn't care. Melba had never felt 
this way before. If God struck her dead right now, she would die happy. 

"Can I kiss you, too? The way Daddy does?" 

"I'd like that very much." 

He pulled up the front of her nylon nightie and rolled atop her but was too 
short to kiss and fuck his mother at the same time, as he tried to do. The 
Mss was more important to him at the moment. He clasped her face with his 
hands, the way he'd seen his father do, and brought his parted lips to hers. 

Melba put her arms around him and slipped her hands in under his pajama top. 
She caressed his lean, boyish back while his mouth glued itself to hers and 
his sweet young tongue probed in awkwardly between her puffy lips. 

"Mmmmm," she sighed, sucking his tongue. She rubbed his back with one hand 
and moved the other lower to fondle his firm little buttocks and pull the 
hard, hot spear of his immature cock tighter against the silky skin of her 
gently rounded lower belly. It was still wet with her saliva and felt lovely 
against her body. 

"I'm going to fuck you now." 

"Go ahead, Son." 

Her voice was a cat-like purr. It made Bobby feel funny all over. He'd 
expected to get a spanking, but she was actually letting him do it! 

He was so excited he couldn't get it in. Melba had to reach down and take it 
in her hand and guide the bloated crown between the soft pink folds of her 
wet, ready pussy. 

"Ooooh!" she sighed, when he penetrated her to the hilt with one do-or-die 
thrust. "My little man! 

My own sweet son!" 

"Mama, Mama!" he gasped, shivering with pleasure as the velvety folds of her 
warm, wet cunt closed around his turgid penis. "OOOH ... OHHHHH ... 
UNGGHHH!" 

He shot off again soon as he'd got it into her, depositing a few drops of 
milky white sperm into the vagina through which he'd passed to enter the 
world. He began crying. 

Melba drew his face into the warm, perfumed cleavage of her motherly bosom 
and stroked his head. Her nightgown was bunched around her trim waist like a 
sash. 

"I wanted you ... to like it, too," he blubbered. 

"I did like it," she assured comfortingly. "It's all right, darling. Mother 
knows how excited you are. Just he still and leave it in me, okay?" 

"Okay," he sniffled. 

She was sensually aroused and quite feverish but oddly calm about the whole 
thing. It was exquisite to he in bed with her son atop her, his semisoft 
peter in her slick, steaming pussy. Cradling him to the warmth of her soft, 
womanly body, she stroked his head and buttocks reassuringly while she 
worked her internal muscles caressingly around his soaking penis. In a 
matter of minutes, her cuntal clasping had caught his fading erection and 
restored it to vigorous new life. His prick seemed to grow larger than 
before. She kept milking it with her twat until she'd given him another 
thumping hard-on. 

"Mmmm. Oh, Bobby, it feels so good inside me. Now, darling, fuck Mother 
now." 

He grinned and began humping it to her. 

"Do you love me?" 

"A lot!" he exclaimed, hunching away. "Ohh, Mama, your pussy ... aaah ... 
feels so good!" 

She lifted her shapely legs and locked her trim ankles over the small of his 
back. Her hairy hole seemed to open around him, as if it was trying to 
swallow him whole. He groaned and started hammering his small, aching peter 
into her like mad. 

"No, no, sweetheart!" she cautioned, and rolled onto her side with her legs 
still around his lean, boyish torso, locking him into her and preventing any 
thrusting motions on his part. "Just lie still for a minute. You're getting 
too excited again. Mother doesn't want you to cum again just yet." 

Bobby wasn't complaining. He could stay this way forever, with his mother's 
arms and legs around him and his goober stuck into the hot wet hole between 
her legs. God, it was wonderful, exactly what he'd imagined while he jacked 
off to her picture. Only it was better than he'd dared hope. Ten times 
better! 

After the danger of his third climax had passed, Melba let her left leg, the 
thigh of which formed a flesh pillow beneath his waist, slide down and lie 
limply on the bed. She lifted her right leg higher yet, until it rested on 
their embracing arms with her knee at about the level of his shoulder. With 
her dainty toes pointed down toward the foot of the bed, she caressed his 
firm boyish asscheeks with the sole of her foot. Then, using her foot to 
hold him in position, she began hunching him with a slow, steady rhythm as 
they lay on their sides hugging and kissing one another. 

"Ohhh, Bobby, your peter feels so good to Mother!" she cooed, the muscles in 
her abdomen and back working together to keep her hips gliding back and 
forth. "Just he still, darling, and let me do it to you." 

The bedsprings sounded like a crosscut saw working lazily at a log off a 
ways in the distance. Melba's heart thumped wildly. She couldn't hear the 
muted protesting of the springs over her own labored breathing. Little by 
little she began moving faster, pulling him into her with the smooth sole of 
her bare foot pressing at his small butt as she pushed the silky hot wetness 
of her dribbling furry muff up his stem and snuggled the damp-haired outer 
ring tight against the warmth of his hairless young pubic mound. 

"Ohhhh ... oh, my baby!" she mewled, increasing the tempo as she strained 
toward the orgasm building within her incestuous loins. "Is it good? Do you 
like Mother's pussy?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Love me?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Mmmm, and I love you, too! You're so sweet I could eat you up!" 

"We're doing it!" he panted. "Oh boy, we're really fucking now, huh, Mama?" 

Melba laughed joyously. The little bugger was just lying there letting her 
do all the work, the way she'd told him to do. "Oh, yes, Son, I'll saaa-ayy 
... we are!" 

Sweat was popping out all over her. Her lips felt parched. She licked them 
absently and closed her eyes, hugging him tighter. Her large soft breasts 
flattened against his adolescent chest, the pointed tips of her 
desire-hardened nipples indenting his flesh. 

The bed springs were squeaking louder now, popping intermittently as the 
mattress pitched and tossed with the sideways motion produced by her pumping 
nips. Her right leg fanned the air above him, the sole of her foot slapping 
softly against his pre-teen bottom as she stuffed his pecker into her 
ravenous snatch and hunched him simultaneously. 

"OHHH, OHHHH, OHHH!" she chanted breathlessly. 

She was almost there. The brass ring of orgasmic ecstasy was barely out of 
reach. Another moment, another dozen or so thrusts, and she would be able to 
grab it. 

"OHHHH ... GOD, GOD, GOD!" she puled, throwing back her head as she 
tightened the crimson, supersensitive inner lips of her arcing snatch around 
the fat, hard shaft of her son's pleasure-giving prick and dug her pink heel 
into the moist cleft of his responsively bobbing rump. "THAT'S IT, SON! HUMP 
ME! FUCK WITH MOTHER NNOOWWW!!!" 

"UH, UH!"he grunted. 

He grabbed the spongy white moons of his mother's wildly gyrating ass and 
hung on for dear life, the two of them working together like two halves of 
some well-oiled machine. The son's lean belly and the mother's soft, satiny 
belly clapped together rapid-fire, the moisture of their perspiration making 
lewd wet slapping sounds as frantically they raced toward the rapturous 
climax of their incestuous sexual intercourse. Her juicy pussy had a death 
grip on his pounding pecker now. It felt to the boy as if she were stripping 
the hide off his dick, but how he loved it! 

They were fucking like crazy, both of them huffing for air on the undulating 
sea of bliss which the churning mattress had become." 

"AAAHHH-GAAHHHHH!!!" Melba bleated, and she tried to cram her pink heel up 
his tight little asshole as she clutched him to her and let the seething 
waves of her tremendous climax wash blindingly over her. "OHHH ... OH, SONNY 
BOY ... I'M CUMMING ... NOW, NOW ... DEAR GOD, HOW SSWWEEETTT!!!" 

"MAMA! MAMA!" he cried. 

He was shaking all over, about to cum again himself. Bobby didn't know if 
his mother would like it or not, but he could feel her heel boring at his 
rectum and the sole of her foot rubbing his tight, aching testicles, so he 
did it anyway. The crack of her soft, trembling ass was slick and sweaty. 
His small hand slipped right in between her resilient buttocks. The end of 
his thumb found her puckered anus and he shoved it into the tiny aperture 
deep as he could. 

"W H A A AGGGHHHHH!!!" Melba squealed, shuddering with the added surge of 
lurid pleasure which his naughty thumb provided. "OHH, YES, BABY, YESSS!" 

It felt like a moist furnace up inside her butt. The smooth ring of her 
tight rectum clamped spastically at his probing thumb, and the way the silky 
sheath of her steaming pussy sucked all slick and wet at his fully inserted 
dick, it was too much for the inexperienced lad. 

"MAMA!" he yelped, and then he groaned like a man and his pounding pecker 
squirted a surprisingly forceful stream of scalding hot cum up into his 
mother's heaving belly. 

"AAAAHHH!" she sighed huskily, shivering with sheer carnal delight as she 
experienced the forbidden, exquisite sensations of her own son's pure, 
boyish sperm splatting against the nerve-rich mouth of her womb, in which 
she'd conceived his seed and felt him grow. "OHHHHH ... SHOOT IT ... OH, 
SONNY BOY ... YES, YES, YES ... CUM INTO MOTHER'S ... OOOUUUU ... BIG OLD 
HAIRY PUSSY! I'M CUMMING, TOOOO! CAN YOU FEEL ME? AHHHHH ... GAAAHHHHH ... 
OHH, OHH ... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!" 

He surely could feel her cumming. The hot, silky-wet suckhole of her 
wonderful pussy felt as if it were eating him whole and draining the very 
juices of life from his quaking body. 

"Well, now we've really done it, haven't we, Son? Do you still love your 
mother after that?" Melba asked with only a twinge of regret when their 
moment of shared ecstasy was over. 

"Even more," he said sleepily into her bosom. "Did I fuck you good as Daddy 
does?" 

"Mmm-hmmm, I think maybe you did, at that." 

"I hope he don't ever come home." 

"Bobby! You mustn't say that, sweetheart. I love you both." 

"Do you love him better than me?" 

"No way. Just different, is all." 

"How? Different how?" 

"Hush. Go to sleep. You ask too many questions." 

"Well, I just want to know," he muttered, half asleep already. 

She kissed his forehead and patted his butt. They fell asleep with his 
limber, little boy's pecker still soaking in her satisfied cunt. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Once Melba got started with Bobby, she couldn't stop. God knows she tried, 
because she knew how wrong it was, but he was a horny little devil. He kept 
slipping into bed with her and working her up. "Just one more time, Mama," 
he would plead when he had her so hot she was ready to climb the walls, and 
in that condition, she couldn't resist him. Finally she gave up and just 
enjoyed it. The sex she had with her own young son was the sweetest thing 
this side of heaven. She taught him everything, including how to dive her 
succulent muff. They would he for an hour at a time with their heads between 
each other's legs, going 69 and sucking, licking and tonguing one another's 
assholes. 

When Flo's husband Dwight arrived home, the distinguished-looking retired 
naval officer couldn't get to first base with Melba despite Flo's subtle 
attempts to make it easy for him to seduce her. Melba was secretly getting 
plenty of loving from her own son and didn't need or want any from anyone 
else. 

Then Melba's husband Don retired at 38 after twenty years in the Navy, and 
when he got home, things began to change. Whereas Dwight took the step from 
Navy Captain to college faculty member in his stride, the transition from 
military to civilian life was tough on Don, even though he went right to 
work in the medical lab of the veteran's hospital as planned. 

Don felt like a fish out of water, and to make matters worse, his own son 
seemed to resent his presence in the home. The way Bobby acted around his 
mother made Don wonder if something had been going on between them. There 
was something in the air that hinted incest, and Melba's nervous, 
overprotective attitude toward their son was almost enough to confirm his 
suspicions. He shrugged it off, telling himself that he had to be mistaken. 

But he wondered, because Melba was a different woman in bed nowadays. For 
the first time in their married life, she not only allowed him to go down on 
her but couldn't seem to get enough of it. And when he tried to stick his 
cock in her mouth, she didn't pull away as she always had before. Instead 
she took it without a peep and gave him a blow-job that would put a Hong 
Kong whore to shame. Of course this pleased him, but he couldn't help asking 
himself, Where the hell did MY WIFE learn how to suck cock that way? 

And the way his little sister paraded around the house switching her compact 
bottom in panties and bra really bothered him. Didn't Lynn know she was 
growing up? Christ, she was, whether or not she knew it. Her willowy body 
was getting a shape to it. She had long, lithe legs and the cutest little 
butt on her Don had ever seen, a trim waist with a tiny belly button that 
seemed to wink at him above those scanty panties that didn't conceal but 
only made her dark-haired pubic mound all the more interesting and 
appealing. Her budding little titties made his mouth water and his fingers 
itch, and those soft, pouty lips of Lynn's seemed to be begging for the 
chance to wrap around a fat dick. It was hell, being home for good. Don 
wished he'd went for thirty years instead of retiring after twenty. 

He felt like a stranger stranded in a foreign land. Hd it not been for his 
friendship with Dwight, and his job at the hospital which kept him busy and 
able to meet the bills with money to spare, Don didn't know what he would 
have done. 

The retired Navy officer and enlisted man hit it off right from the start. 
They had a lot in common including a love for fishing at which Don excelled 
Dwight, and golf, where the tables were reversed. Sometimes Flo went golfing 
and fishing with them, but Melba, who wasn't in the least sports-minded, 
could not be persuaded to join them. 

One Saturday night when the threesome was camped beside a bubbling brook in 
the Arkansas wilderness, Dwight proceeded to give his hot-natured wife a 
thorough screwing in spite of the fact that Don was in the camper with them 
and obviously not asleep. When they finished, Don's prick was throbbing and 
his nuts aching. 

A moment later he heard them talking. Flo wanted more but Dwight protested 
he wasn't up to it. "Go hop in with Don. I expect he'll be glad to give you 
what you need. How about it, pal?" 

Don couldn't believe his ears. He and Flo had kissed and felt each other up 
a few times on the sly, but he'd never expected anything like this. 

It gave him a terrific thrill to screw the redhead with her husband present. 

They fucked half the night away, Flo hopping back and forth between the 
bunks, until finally she was satisfied and the men were spent. 

In the morning Dwight told him they were swingers and suggested they include 
Melba the next time. Don expressed his doubts that Melba would go for 
swapping. But it gave him a delicious ache in the pit of his stomach to 
think of his wife having the nine-inch cock of his friend, so he gave Dwight 
a clear field with Melba, seretly hoping the likable guy would get in her 
pants. 

Since Melba enjoyed canasta, the two couples began playing a lot of it in 
the evenings. Patiently Dwight played a furtive game of footsies with Melba. 
After about three card sessions, Melba accepted it and slipped off her shoes 
to willingly play the sneaky, private little game under the table with the 
handsome, gray-templed man of 44. She didn't strenuously object when he 
began fondling her knee and thigh during that fourth game of canasta. 

Later that night, while Flo and Don were in the kitchen making drinks, 
Dwight backed her into a corner of the darkened hall and nearly melted her 
with a passionate kiss. He was all over her all at once, giving her a 
mouthful of tongue and feeling up her lovely round buttocks. Before she 
could stop him, he had his hand up under her dress and inside her panties. 

"Nooh! Ohh, you mustn't!" she whimpered when he slipped two fingers into her 
slippery hot slit and began frigging her. 

It was only when she felt the bulging head of his huge, throbbing cock press 
demandingly into her secreting slot that she came to her senses and shoved 
him away. She wouldn't play footsy with him after that. 

A week later a movie Melba wanted to see came to the drive-in theater. Her 
husband and next-door neighbors jumped at the chance to take her, and Don 
insisted they leave Bobby at home with Lynn. 

Fat lot of good it did her. The flick Melba wanted to see was on first, but 
Don wouldn't leave her alone and let her watch it. They were parked way in 
the back with the teenaged neckers, she and Don in the back seat of Flo and 
Dwight's new Impala, and Don was coming on like he was a teenager on the 
make, himself. 

He just wouldn't leave her alone. He kept feeling up her tits and running 
his hand up under her dress and Frenching her ear, until finally he got her 
worked up to the point she spread her legs a little and let him finger-fuck 
her while they smooched like young lovers on a date instead of acting their 
ages. 

During intermission Melba had to go to the rest room. She didn't know 
whether she needed to piss or cum worse. When she got back, the car was 
empty. She crawled into the back seat and was sorely tempted to scrunch down 
and rub her clit to relieve herself. She'd just about decided to do it when 
she spotted Dwight walking toward the car alone. The second movie had just 
started. He got in the back seat with her. 

"Where are Don and Flo?" she asked tensely. 

"In the outside chairs beside the concession stand. Flo likes to sit out 
there and I don't, so she conned Don into staying with her." 

"Maybe I'd better go up there, too." 

"What's the matter, Melba, you afraid of me or something?" 

"Of course not," she said, sliding away as he leaned toward her and put his 
arm around her. "Now don't start that again. It won't do you any good. Stop 
it! You're making me mad!" 

He knew better. She was hot not mad. Old Don had worked her up good for him. 
She was ripe for it. And Flo had told him about the dog and the hitchhiker 
and the three college students, so he knew damned well she could be had. 
Tonight was the night. He had a rusty load built up for the pretty young 
wife, and he meant to give it to her even if he had to wrestle her down and 
overpower her. He knew her type. Once she felt it slipping up into that hot 
belly of hers, it would be Katy bar the door, because Don had told him what 
a wild fuck she'd turned into while he was away for those last six months of 
sea duty. 

The suave older man didn't waste time or words. He pinned her against the 
back of the seat with his hard, lean chest mashing flat the large, soft 
mounds of her erect-nippled breasts and covered her protesting mouth with 
his. 

Melba struggled valiantly, but in her aroused, weakened condition, she was 
lost from the very outset. She could feel his thumb hooking over the point 
of her chin and prying open her mouth. His tongue snaked in as if it owned 
her oral cavern, swabbing at her tongue and the smooth inner surfaces of her 
cheeks and the roughened roof of her mouth, all at the same time, it seemed. 

She clawed at his shoulders, moaning, "NOOM, NOOM!" into his mouth. 

It didn't even slow him down. He forced her arms behind her and held them 
immobile with one powerful hand locking both of her slender wrists together 
at the small of her back. 

Under her dress and between her legs his other hand darted, and he silenced 
her piteously pleading by ramming his tongue down her throat. When he sank 
his shameless finger into the juiced-up crack between the frantically 
squirming young wife's clenched-together legs, it was as if he'd punctured 
her like a balloon and let the air of her resistance come hissing out around 
his invading finger. 

"NNN, NNNN!" she protested. 

The obscene handling of her defenseless privates sent an unwanted but 
delicious illicit thrill rocketing through her. Melba heaved a whimper-like 
sob of pleasured surrender. She let her shapely legs flutter and then fall 
submissively apart. A moan of longing escaped her flared nostrils as she 
began sucking his tongue and hunching his hand. 

Holding her arms helplessly behind her, Dwight fucked his tongue 
suggestively in and out of her suctioning mouth and stroked her vagina with 
two fingers until she was panting breathlessly and hanging on the verge of a 
climax. Abruptly he released her and sat back. His zipper produced a 
metallic whine as he jerked it open and pulled out his thumping big prick. 

"You want it, don't you, baby?" 

Melba licked her lips and moaned. She was in a daze of raging lust, already 
reaching for his massive cock when he guided her hand to it and placed her 
trembling fingers around it. All it required was gentle pressure on the back 
of her head to set her in motion. 

She was on her knees in the floorboard, blowing him for all she was worth, 
when the front doors of the car opened with a flood of incriminating light 
and their spouses piled in and quickly slammed the doors again. "OH MY GOD!" 
Melba wailed, coming up in a hurry and flinging herself into the far corner 
of the seat. 

"Don't stop on our account," Flo giggled schoolgirlishly. 

"Don, I-I...." What could she say? He'd caught her in the act! Melba hid her 
face in her hands. 

"No need to make excuses," Don told her. "Get your panties off and let him 
screw you, baby. I want to see it." 

"Don! You can't mean that!" Melba gasped. 

But he did. It seemed unreal but crazy-wonderful as Melba allowed Dwight to 
divest her of her confining panties and lay her down in the seat with her 
dress pulled up to her waist. She took the nine-inch hammer with only small 
difficulty while Dwight's wife and her husband watched it sinking slowly up 
into her. 

"How does it feel, honey?" Don had asked when he saw his friend stuffing the 
final inch into the tautly stretched hairy gash between his wife's lovely 
legs. 

"Aaaah ... ohhh ... marvelous, just marvelous! Don, oh, darling, are you 
sure you don't mind ... ooouuuu ... Dwight fucking me like this?" 

"Hell no, he doesn't mind, and neither do I," Flo piped in, her head bobbing 
because her chin was hooked over the back of the front seat. "Now go to it. 
Enjoy yourselves. Come on, you two, let see those asses moving!" 

Supporting his weight on his knees and elbows, his trousers pushed halfway 
down his thighs, Dwight began fucking his cock into her with swift, smooth, 
body-jolting thrusts. 

"OHH, OHH, OHH!" Melba chanted. It took her breath away to have such a long, 
fat organ driving so far up into her feverish belly. The fact that her 
husband was watching her take it from another man made it all the more 
thrilling for her. "SWEET COCK! BIG AND HARD AND HOT!" she squealed, wanting 
her husband to hear her. 

"Jesus!" Don said. "I think I just dropped my load!" 

"Wouldn't be the first time it's ever happened, lover," Flo chuckled. "It 
really turns you on to see Melba take a hosing from Dwight, doesn't it?" 

"God, yes!" Don hissed. "Shake it, baby! Throw that sweet snatch up to him!" 

"YES, YESSS!!!" Melba cried, and did exactly what her husband told her to 
do. 

It didn't last long; it was too thrilling. The very air was charged with the 
licentiousness of their lustful emotions. Melba kicked off her sandals and 
coiled her legs up around him, her bare feet flailing the air above his 
pistoning rump. 

"CRAM IT, CRAM IT!" she husked. "OHHH, DADDY, I LOVE YOUR COCK! FUCK ME 
HARDER, YOU BIG-DICKED STUDHORSE! FASTER ... AHHHH ... OH, GOD, YESSS ... 
STAB ME ... STUFF ME ... FFUUCCKK MMEEEE!!!" 

"Put it up her ass, Dwight!" Flo rasped. "Now, baby! Do it for me!" 

Melba held her breath when Dwight backed his pussy-wetted dong out of her 
and fitted the bluntly rounded tip of its huge head into the tiny ring of 
her puckered pink rectum. 

"Okay, Melba?" he asked. "If it hurts you too much, baby, tell me and I'll 
stop." 

She nodded her head but said nothing, wanting it but fearing he might split 
her in half. She was willing to let him try it, though. The mood she was in, 
she was game for any and everything. 

"AAAH ... OOOH ... NNN, NNNNN ... GOD, IT'S SO BIG! OOOUUUU ... EASY ... GO 
EASY ... OHH, OHH ... AAAGGGHHH!!!" The earth did a flip when she felt his 
bloated crown pop into her forbidden rear portal. She sucked in her breath 
and held it as she felt inch after hard, fat inch of pulsing manmeat 
slipping in through the tightly gripping ring of her dilated asshole. It 
hurt but felt wonderful at the same time. Finally his pubic bone bored into 
her sopping cunt, and she knew she'd taken every bit of his rampant root up 
into the heated depths of her roiling bowels. It was glorious! Her breath 
rushed out in a long, throaty sigh, "AAAHHHHH ... OH, DWIGHT ... OHHHHHH ... 
OH LORD, WHAT A COCK! MMMM ... OHH, DAR-LINGGG!!!" 

"Well I'll be a sonofabitch!" Don exclaimed. 

"She likes it! Oh, Jesus, she does!" Flo squealed, jumping up and down in 
excitement of her voyeuristic glee. "Cornhole her, Dwight! Fuck her asshole 
good!" 

"Okay, Melba?" Dwight asked. 

"MY STARS, YESSS!" she moaned. "BUT ... AHHH ... E-EA-SSYYY!!!" 

Dwight backed his brown-tinged phallus out till her supertight anal rim 
prevented further withdrawal. Her tiny anus had him locked into her by the 
broad flare of the tufted coronal ridge at the back of his massive, 
mushrooming cockhead. He would not be pulling out completely until he'd shot 
off and gone soft, and they both knew it now. He moaned his pleasure and 
sank his huge member back to the hilt in the furnace-like heat of her moist, 
velvety butthole. 

"MMPPHHHH!" Melba grunted. 

He started sodomizing her with long, gentle strokes. 

"OHHHHH ... OH, THAT'S GOOOD ... WON-DER-FULLL!!!" 

"Speed it up a little!" Flo urged. "She can take it!" 

Testingly Dwight increased both the tempo and the force of his thrusting 
motions. 

"HARDER!" she gasped, lifting her knees toward her shoulders. "AND FASTER, 
TOOOO ... OHH, OHH ... I LOVE IT! SOCK IT TO ME, LOVER! FUCK MY ASS ... MMMM 
... HARDERRR!!!" 

Already his nuts were hugging his groin in orgasmic readiness. Her fanny was 
incredibly tight and hot. He gritted his teeth against the need to cum and 
began skewering his big fat dick up her ungodly sweet asshole, deep and hard 
and fast. 

The car began bouncing and rocking. Dwight hooked his arms through her 
upraised legs, holding her bent double with her tits flattened against her 
thighs and her knees touching her shoulders, and started really powering the 
pole to her. 

"OHHHHH ... OHH, SHIT ... OHHH, GODDAMN, YES, YES, YESSS!!!" Melba panted. 

As a result of the position he had her in, she could feel the fist-like mass 
of hard manmeat at the end of his plunging rod pumping rapid-fire clear up 
into her guts. It felt like he was ramming it right up to her tits. His 
pubic bone pummeled incessantly against the raw-red head of her tiny 
girl-cock, which actually stood out like a miniature peter in the inverted V 
at the top of her steaming hot, secretion-drenched hairy snatch. 

He was buggering her like ninety, driving into her snug, pumping-in-and-out 
anus as if there was no tomorrow, hitting into her quivering butt with 
turd-packing thrusts. They were both huffing like straining steam engines, 
and the car was dancing in the moonlight with the unmistakable rhythm of 
frenzied carnal coupling. 

A teenaged girl in the car next to them giggled, and her date called out, 
"Go, man, go!" 

'OHHH ... OH, GODDD!!!" Melba puled, throwing back her head and pulling her 
hair while her feet flailed the air erratically above Dwight's furiously 
arcing rump. "I CA-CANT ... TA-AAKKEE IITTT! CUMMING! OHHH, OHHH ... NOW! 
WHAAAAGGGGHHHHH ... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG ... OH, JESUS GOD ... AHHHHHH!!!" 

Dwight grunted and crammed it all the way up her spasming shit chute. He 
ground against her, trying to stuff in his twitching nuts, too. Then he 
emitted a groan of masculine fulfillment and his enormous organ gave a 
mighty jerk in the constricting tunnel of her chock-full anal canal. 

"BA-BBYYY!!!" Dwight rasped, his face drawn up in a mask of sodomitic 
rapture, and his ballooning cockhead started gushing torrents of scalding 
hot cream into the spastically fluttering depths of her plundered bowels." 

"A AA A-GGA A A AHHHHH!!!" Melba trilled, her eyes rolling up till only the 
whites could be seen, her head snapping ecstatically from side to side. 
"SHOOT IT, DADDY! HOT AND DEEP! OHHHHH ... BLOW IT UP MY ASS ... YOUR LOVELY 
FUCK JUICE! GOD, I LLOOVVEE IITTT!!!" 

Her toes curled down and hugged the balls of her feet. The soft, white 
globes of her resilient buttocks quivered and shook. A series of 
flesh-quaking tremors raked her entire torso. With every jangling nerve in 
her orgasmically twitching torso she could feel the hot spurts of 
pressurized sperm spiraling into the very depths of her violated asshole. It 
was glorious to be so deeply impaled with his massive, cum-spewing cock 
while her own climax blasted through her. 

"NAAGGHHH ... OH, GAWD, GAWD ... CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!" she screeched, 
throwing her arms around his neck. And then she began shuddering 
uncontrollably and sobbing brokenly as her spine-wrenching orgasm reached 
its peak and blanked out her lust-fogged mind to all conscious thought. 

The teenaged couple in the next car sniggered when the two adult men changed 
places, Don getting into the back seat with his ravished wife and Dwight 
slipping in under the steering wheel to start the car and head for home. 

Don wouldn't let Melba put her panties back on. He was all over her, kissing 
her and hugging her and feeling up her sopping wet pussy and cum-oozing 
butthole. He couldn't wait till they got home. While Dwight drove, he pushed 
her down in the seat and thrust his head between her legs. He sank a thumb 
up her asshole and ardently sucked his friend's cum from the irresistible 
gash of her pecker-flavored cunt. 

"Oh, darling, yesss!" Melba crooned as she stroked his head and fed him 
snatch. "I hope you like my pussy this way, because now that I've had some 
of Dwight's fat dick, I'm going to want lots more of it!" 

"Now you're talking, Upchurch," Flo said. "We'll make a swinger out of you 
yet." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

In the days that followed, Melba confessed to Don one by one her marital 
transgressions during his recent six-months absence. To her utter amazement, 
he got excited rather than angry about her wifely shortcomings. She 
discovered she could really turn Don on this way, and in a throaty, 
seductive voice, she would paint him a vivid word picture of the various 
ways she had cuckolded him. 

She began with the dog, telling him how she'd walked in on Flo and Dancer 
and then had let Flo talk her into trying some canine peter, herself. Don 
looked like he might hit her at first, and Melba was nervous and frightened. 
It was her guilt that made her tell him such an embarrassing thing as this, 
and she was ready to beg his forgiveness. 

But Don didn't hit her. He only gulped and pushed at his erecting prick. 
Then he made her tell him everything including how she felt while she was 
getting it from the huge Great Dane. She sensed his arousal and told him 
what he apparently wanted to hear-the unvarnished truth. He made her admit 
that she'd thoroughly enjoyed copulating with the regal animal, and then he 
took her into the bedroom and fucked her till her knees were weak. 

Realizing then that nothing she'd done would turn her husband against her, 
Melba decided to tell him all. It made her feel deliciously sensual to lie 
there in bed with him, holding his cock while she told him one night about 
Bobby's little friend Miles, the next night about picking up the young 
hitchhiker, the next about Lynn's ex-boy friend Hoyt, and so on. It was 
always the same. Don just had to make passionate love to her after she 
finished talking. 

He was like a wild man after she told him about taking on the three college 
students in Brian's apartment. And when she confessed that she'd been having 
an incestuous love affair with their son, Don nearly wore out the mattress 
from the way he drove her ass down into it so long and hard. 

All this time they were swapping with Flo and Dwight, and Don had Melba take 
on the Great Dane again while the three of them watched. When he told her 
that as far as he was concerned she could continue giving their son a little 
pussy from time to time, Melba was afraid he would want to see Bobby doing 
it to her, too. 

"No," Don said, "I think not." He laughed and whacked her butt playfully. 
"Keep it the way it is. 

Let the little fart think he's putting one over on his old man." 

Melba didn't know what to make of Don's permissive attitude, but he 
obviously wanted her to be a swinger and thought no less of her for any of 
the things she'd done. They were still very much in love, getting along 
better than ever, so she wasn't about to complain. She was getting as much 
fucking as any normal woman could possibly want, and was thoroughly enjoying 
it now that her guilt was behind her. The tone of their marriage was 
different, more sensual and honest. Don became relaxed and was able to 
complete his adjustment from military to civilian life with virtually no 
further difficulties. 

The only thing that bugged Don now was his little sister Lynn. It was 
driving him up the wall, the way she rolled those innocent big brown eyes at 
him and swished that cute little bottom of hers in his direction. God, he 
wanted to ball her, and the only thing holding him back was the cherished 
memory of their mother. But it was only a matter of time until he would 
weaken, and he knew it. Being away in the Navy, he had barely known his 
younger sister until their mother had died and Lynn had come to live with 
him and Melba. Because he hadn't been around enough to disillusion her, Lynn 
had idolized him while she was growing up. In her young mind, he was ten 
times the man he actually was, like a knight in shining armor or something. 
Christ, how wrong she was. He was only human, and if she didn't quit 
traipsing around the house in her panties and bra, throwing him smiles as 
she passed his way with her long brown hair streaming down her back and her 
little buttocks jiggling so enticingly, he was afraid he would lose control 
of himself and disillusion Lynn with six inches of rampant cock that was 
aching to bury itself in that appealing little bush between the tapering 
columns of her long, slender legs. That willowy body of hers was filling out 
beautifully, and if her cherry hadn't been plucked, it was sure as hell ripe 
and ready. 

It was a sultry Saturday evening in late summer. The delectable aroma of 
sizzling crappie rose from the two big, blackened iron skillets perched on 
the portable grill above the open campfire and wafted out over the lake on 
the cool breeze of the encroaching dusk. They'd caught their limit and were 
having a one-course feast of fried fish, washing it down with cold cans of 
beer. 

Melba was along this time. The kids and Dancer, too. The two families were 
camping out for the weekend. They figured to get in some more fishing in the 
morning before they headed back to Fayetteville and the civilized comforts 
of home. 

"Enjoying yourself, honey?" Don asked as he popped open a can of beer and 
passed it to Melba. 

She nodded smilingly and took the beer with cautious, greasy fingers. Melba 
was hot and sweaty and had a big mouthful of sweet lake crappie. She was 
having a good time, though. Roughing it was fun, after all, she was 
learning, and Bobby and Lynn dearly loved being out here in the wilderness. 
She wished Don hadn't let the kids have beer, too, but she supposed it 
really wouldn't hurt them. 

"Got another skillet of fish ready here," Dwight called out unnecessarily, 
for they were all sitting near the campfire from which he'd just turned with 
a platter heaped high with golden, sizzling crappie and a couple of pieces 
of cold bass, which tasted bitter after crappie and no one wanted now. 

"Bring some right here to your hungry woman," Flo told him, and then she 
poked Don with her elbow. "Open your kid sister another beer, why don't you? 
The poor kid's dry as a bone. Look at her hold that can up to get the last 
drops." 

"Don, I don't think you'd better," Melba cautioned. "Lynn's already had 
two." 

Don brushed her remark aside with a shrug and a, "Ah, what the hell, another 
can won't hurt her. How about it, Sis, ready for another beer?" 

"You bet," Lynn replied with a grin, and nearly fell on her cute, 
barely-concelaed-by-hot pants butt when she stood up to come get it. 

They lazed around the dying campfire, their bellies full of fish and beer, 
chatting amiably as darkness settled over the hills. A gentle breeze rustled 
leaves in the sloping section of forest immediately behind their secluded 
camp site. 

Lynn's sweaty little never-douched box was giving off an odor that only 
Dancer could distinguish from the fishy smell in the air, and the Great Dane 
kept trying to stick his muzzle in between her bare legs and work his long 
red tongue in under her skintight hot pants. 

It was clear to Don that his fifteen-year-old sister would like nothing more 
than to spread her legs and let the big dog lick her crotch to his heart's 
content, but out of modesty Lynn kept blushing and pushing Dancer away. 

Apparently Flo noticed what was going on, because she stood up and stretched 
and said, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I need a bath. I'm going 
skinny dipping. Anybody want to come with me? Lynn, I think you'd better, 
honey. If you don't wash that little cunny, Dancer will hang right in there 
after it." She didn't warn the embarrassed girl that Dancer would want to do 
more than lick between her legs; that seemed evident by the way the 
flickering light of the dwindling campfire reflected off the long, tapering 
spear of his steadily growing penis. 

"What's skinny dipping?" Bobby wanted to know. He'd finally finished a whole 
can of beer and was a teensy bit drunk. 

"Swimming without any clothes on," Dwight told the boy. 

"I'll go with you, Flo." Bobby hopped right up. He wanted to see if her twat 
had red hair, too. 

"I figured you'd go with her, Son," Don said, and winked at his wife. 

Melba giggled. She was a little high, herself. 

"Hell, let's just all take a dip," Dwight said. He stood up and began 
undressing. 

"I don't think this is healthy for the kids," Melba said unsurely, but at 
her husband's urging she got up and began disrobing. 

Poor Lynn was embarrassed to death when she peeled down her formfitting hot 
pants and Dwight gave her a wolf whistle. But she was game and stripped 
right on down to the buff along with the others. She couldn't keep her 
curious eyes off the male privates, though, no matter how hard she tried not 
to look. 

Don's penis lifted a bit when he noticed his teenaged sister glancing 
covertly at his loins. As for Bobby, his small tally whacker sprang up stiff 
as a bone and it had nothing to do with his young Aunt Lynn. That red-haired 
mound of Flo's fascinated the horny little motherfucker. Man, he wanted some 
of that. 

Bare-assed, Lynn blushing and Bobby holding Flo's hand, they trooped down to 
the lake and waded out into the gradually deepening water with the dog 
sniffing after Lynn and goosing her sweat-moistened asscrack with his cold 
snout, making her squeal and jump. 

"Damned mutt!" Dwight cursed, and cuffed Dancer a good one. As the Great 
Dane yelped and si inked back toward the campfire, Dwight muttered under his 
breath, "Beat me to Melba, but I'm a sonofabitch if he'll get his dick in 
Lynn before I do." 

Don heard him but said nothing. If tonight was to be the night, and things 
seemed to be going that way, it would be his own dick which received the 
honor of busting his kid sister's cherry, not that heavy hammer of Dwight's. 

They cavorted splashingly about in the cool, cleansing water of the lake. 
Flo let Bobby stick his fingers in her cunt under the water, and 
occasionally she would reach down and give his pecker a squeeze. 

"Can I fuck you later?" Bobby whispered in her ear. 

Flo laughed, hugged him and asked, "What do you know about things like that, 
you little bugger?" 

"Plenty," he bragged, being careful that no one but Flo heard him as he 
added, "Mama lets me do it to her all the time." 

The redhead threw back her head and laughed uproariously. When Bobby clapped 
his hand over her mouth, she stifled herself and nodded knowingly. "Don't 
worry, little man, I won't tell her you told me. Oh, that's rich! So, you've 
been doing it to Mama, have you? For how long?" 

"Since before Daddy came home." 

"Well, I'll be damned. No wonder Dwight had such a hard time getting 
into...." Her voice trailed off. Then she put her mouth close to Bobby's ear 
and said softly, "When they're asleep. You stay awake and I'll let you then, 
you little devil." 

"No, Dwight, don't," Melba protested when he put his arm around her and 
started leading her away from the others and farther out into the lake. 

He stopped when the water was up to her chin, turned her toward him and 
picked her up by her trim waist. 

"Dwight, please, not in front of Lynn and my son!" she whispered urgently. 

He worked the bulging head of his stone-hard phallus into the slit between 
her reluctantly parting legs. 

"Stop it now! Ohhh ... oh, nooh!" 

He let her down gradually until he'd impaled her to the hilt on his strong 
erection. "Still want me to stop?" 

Melba locked her legs around his waist and snuggled the hair-ringed border 
of her pleasured snatch against his groin. "You're rotten. Do you know that, 
you lovely bastard?" she sighed, holding to his arms with the upper part of 
her body leaned back. She closed her eyes and licked her lips as he started 
stroking it to her. Only her head was above water. She hoped it would look 
like they were merely standing close, having a chat. She whispered, "Sweet 
dick! Big and fat and long! 

Oh, darling ... yes, yes ... fuck me! I love it more every time you give it 
to me!" 

Lynn was one mixed-up little virgin, but she was not stupid. The juices of 
adolescent desire were flowing in her fifteen-year-old loins, and she could 
tell by the gleam in her big brother's eyes that he was thinking about her 
the way she'd been thinking about him lately. They were standing just a 
couple of feet apart, with Melba's sex-husky voice drifting to them clear as 
a bell over the surface of the lake. 

"They're doing it, aren't they?" she murmured, hugging herself. 

"Who's doing what?" Don asked cautiously. He had a thumping erection. He 
wanted to put it in her and knew this was perhaps the best chance he would 
ever have, but she was his kid sister and their widowed father had entrusted 
Lynn to his care. "I don't think I follow you." 

"I think you do," Lynn said, gazing up into his hungry eyes as she stepped 
to within a foot of him. "Dwight and Melba. He's got his thing in her, 
hasn't he?" 

"Yes, I think maybe he has," Don replied. He made his hands into fists to 
keep them from reaching out for her. 

"Are you going to just ... just stand there and let them?" 

"I suppose so. I'm not the jealous type, Lynn." 

She grinned knowingly. This confirmed her suspicions that more than canasta 
had been going on between the two couples. "Bobby's been trying to put his 
in me." 

Don could hardly find his voice. "Did you let him?" 

She shook her head. "I held it for him, and I let him play with my cunny a 
little ... but that's all. Are you mad at me for that?" 

"No." 

"Would you be mad at me if I had let him?" 

"I don't think so." 

"Would you like to kiss me? I'll let you." 

Don didn't know whether to spank her or take her in his arms. The opposing 
emotions of brotherly protectiveness and carnal desire fought a silent 
battle within him. 

"I want you to kiss me," she breathed, inching through the tits-deep water 
toward him. 

He took her in his arms and drew her willowy young body snugly against him. 
Her lips were parted when his mouth covered hers. She knew how to French 
kiss, he discovered when against his better judgment he offered the tip of 
his tongue and she sucked the whole of it hungrily into the moist sweetness 
of her teenaged mouth. 

Her trembling arms encircled him. She clung to him, shivering, as she 
eagerly sucked the suggestively thrusting spear of his exploring taste 
organ. 

Guiltily he cupped the firm/soft cheeks of her compact bottom and pulled her 
loins tight against his. His prick angled up between them, its hot 
undersurface burrowing into the softly palpitating abdomen of his adorable 
little baby sister. 

She hugged him closer and wriggled against him. When he ended the soul kiss, 
she laid the side of her face against his hairy chest and purred, "You've 
got a hard-on, haven't you, big brother? Is it because of me?" He admitted 
that it was, and Lynn suggested, "Why don't you give it to me then? Don't 
you know I want you to put it in me?" 

I ought to be shot, he thought as he took her by the hand and led her back 
to the camp site. 

He rolled out his and Melba's new double sleeping bag and laid Lynn down on 
top of it. She was shaking like a leaf with a mixture of fear and 
anticipation. "Will it hurt?" she asked tremulously, and feeling like a 
dirty old man because he knew for sure now that she was still a virgin, he 
replied that it might be a little painful for her at first. 

"I don't care," she panted, stroking his rampant rod. "Do it to me anyway. 
Ohh, do it to me now!" 

Dancer was trying to stick his muzzle in between her legs. Don slapped the 
big dog away and covered her sparsely -haired clefted mount with his hand, 
caressing it gently as he lowered his head to her rising and falling chest 
and began going from one to the other of her budding young titties, kissing 
and licking and sucking the hard little berries of her tumescent nipples. 

"Oooh, oooh," she sighed, combing her fingers through his hair and pushing 
her small tits up at his pleasure-giving mouth. 

Neither of them had bothered to dry off. Their bodies were dripping lake 
water as he kissed and licked his way down the warm, wet, silky-smooth 
surface of her rippling midsection. The pure-girl odor of her feverish 
crotch wafted into his nostrils and set his heart to hammering. This was the 
musky scent that has driven men mad from time immemorial-the heady fragrance 
of aroused pussy undiluted by perfume or scented douching solutions. Don 
pushed open her legs and thrust his head between them. He inhaled deeply, 
savoring the unadulterated aroma of her smelly little twat. Then he exhaled 
with a sigh and licked her furry elliptical opening from the bottom to top, 
snaking his tongue up through the slippery, silken folds of her fat little 
cuntlips. 

"Aaaah!" she moaned, when he dragged the roughened upper surface of his 
tongue abrasively over the nerve-rich tip of her pea-sized pleasure button. 

Wrong or not, he had to possess her. The fact that she was his beloved 
sister only made her all the more desirable. He glued his lips to the limply 
wet-haired border of her irresistible sex slot and plunged his shameless 
tongue into the flavorful softness of her dribbling little split. 

"OOOOH!" she groaned, squirming, shaking, chewing her lower hp against the 
blast of fiery pleasure his invading tongue sent careening through her. 

With his fingertips, he parted her cuntal petals and began sucking and 
lapping at the febrile red sweetmeats of her fluttering vaginal vestibule. 
She grabbed his head instinctively. Her slender fingers entwined with his 
hair and she hung on for dear life as he started tongue-fucking her deep as 
her crescent-shaped hymen would allow. His lips captured the blood-glutted 
finger of flesh at the top of her elliptical orifice, wrapping around it 
suckingly and drawing it itno his hot mouth. Using the scratchy upper 
surface of his tongue, he fervently scrubbed the ultra-sensitive tip of his 
little sister's orally imprisoned clitty. 

"OHH, OHH ... AAAHHHHH!" she cried, bowing up as she shuddered with the 
intensity of her first real cum. 

Her tasty little puss rewarded him with a sticky-warm gush of delicious cunt 
honey. He gulped down the sweet mass of clear young female nectar and 
greedily vacuumed her wholesome hole for more of the ambrosial fluid. 

"Well, well, what have we here?" Flo intoned as she and Bobby approached the 
camp site. "Shh, don't say anything. I want to see how far your daddy will 
go with his cute little sister." 

Anything Flo said was swell with Bobby, and he too wanted to see his dad 
giving it to his Aunt Lynn. They crept closer and secreted themselves behind 
the gnarled trunk of an ancient elm, Bobby feeling up the woman's ass and 
red-haired pussy while they peeked around opposite sides of the tree upon 
the lust-inciting scene of ongoing incest between brother and sister. 

While Lynn was still in the final throes of her orally induced climax, Don 
mounted the sighing child's nubile young form and w-edged the skinned-back 
head of his throbbing dick between the saliva-lubricated labia of her fluted 
portal. 

"Ohhh ... oohhh!" she moaned, her head lolling from side to side as she felt 
the huge head of her grown brother's masculine column working itself 
insistently into her secreting gap. 

"Tell me if it hurts too much." 

"Good!" she gasped. "I can feel you ... aaaah ... stretching me! Don't stop! 
Ohhh ... it hurts ... hurts so gooooddd!" 

He increased the downward pressure, gently penetrating her a millimeter at a 
time until the mouth of her dilated pussy had swallowed all but the coronal 
ridge of his mushrooming glans, and he was stopped from further progress by 
the veil of her purity which caught and held the bluntly rounded tip of his 
bulging cockhead. 

"OHH, OHHH! HAVE YOU GOT ... ALL OF IT IN?" she panted, trying to look down 
between their bodies. 

The moment of truth had arrived. Tenderness now would only draw out her pain 
and make her defloration more of an ordeal for her. Don knew he should stop 
this madness but couldn't. Her tiny box felt too good around his bloated 
crown. It was tight and hot, twitching nippingly at his dickhead with each 
rapid beat of her fearfully pounding heart. He sucked in his breath, gritted 
his teeth and rammed it home. 

"NNNN-AAARRRHHHHHHH!!!" she shrilled, her buttocks cringing and quaking as 
his turgid knob ripped her maidenhead to shreds and his blood-engorged 
phallus plowed deep into her shocked belly, violating forever the pristine 
purity of her innocent young loins. 

She huffed for air and squirmed about gnashing her teeth. He was into her 
right up to his balls. Bright red hymenal blood bubbled out around the tight 
connection of their joined sex organs and trickled down the milk-white 
valley of her quivering young asscheeks. Lyn was sure he'd split her apart. 
It hurt like hell but she didn't care. The pain of it was tremendously 
exciting, a hot flood of bittersweet bliss. It wasn't necessary for her to 
ask again if he had it all in. She could feel it clear up into her stomach, 
pulsing and throbbing, and it was glorious to be impaled on the filling 
lance of her adore'd brother. A rush of submissive joy washed over her. 

"My God, what have I done?!" Don groaned, but he made no move to back his 
fully planted root from the unbelievable sweetness of her plundered pussy. 
He left it soaking in the moist heat of her body, waiting until her 
spastically jerking cuntflesh became accustomed to the feel of cock and 
began to relax and accept its conquering length and girth. 

He didn't have long to wait. Lynn's healthy female organs adapted swiftly to 
the skewer of rock-hard manshaft. Nothing had ever thrilled the young girl 
more. She had given the precious prize of her virginity to her own brother 
and didn't regret it one bit. There was no one else in the world upon whom 
she would rather have bestowed the honor. 

"What have you done?" she asked belatedly, and then she answered herself in 
a breathy sigh, "You've made me a woman! And I love you and I'm glad and I 
want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

"You heard the girl," Flo called as she and Bobby emerged from behind the 
tree and made for the campsite. "You've got your little kid sister wanting 
it, you horny bastard, now give it to her!" 

"Get out of here!" Don hissed. "Leave us alone!" 

"The hell you say," Flo laughed. She turned to the lake and yelled, "Hey, 
Dwight, Melba! Don's screwing Lynn! Come on, we're gonna have an orgy!" 

And they did. 

At first they stood by watching the brother and sister have a go at incest. 
It was Lynn's first fuck but she was a natural and soon had her older 
brother sweating profusely as he hammered his swollen member in and out of 
her overjoyed cunny. Her compact ass bobbed furiously up and down, a 
constant stream of sighs and moans pouring from her panting mouth. 

"HARDER! FASTER! BALL ME LIKE CRAZY! OHHH, OHHHHH ... OH GOD, I LOVE TO 
FUCK! GIVE IT TO ME, BIG BROTHER! OHHHHH ... YES, YES ... LOVE IT ... 
LLOOVVEE IITTT!!!" 

Don poured on the coals. His orgasm was imminent. His bloated balls ached to 
release their pent-up load. Their damp abdomens slapped together lewdly as 
his rump arched smoothly and swiftly, his blood-filled dong working little 
sister's hungry, hot pussy. 

"UNG, UNG, UNGGHHH!!!" he grunted as he crammed it all into her and began 
blowing his sticky hot cum into the depths of her sperm-starved belly. 

"OHH ... OHHHH!!" Lynn groaned, bowing up, holding his cum-spewing pecker 
full into her as she squeezed the hairy globes of his tensed buns. "YOU'RE 
SHOOTING OFF! I CAN FEEEEELLL YYOOOUUUU! OHHHHH ... AAAAHHH ... ME, TOO! 
OHHHH ... I'M CUMMING ... C U U U M M M M I I I N N N G G G ... 
CUUMMMIIINNNGGG ... OOUUUUU ... OH GOD, GOD ... AAAAA-GGAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" 

The simultaneously cumming brother and sister thrashed about in ecstasy's 
grip, Lynn moaning deliriously and Don grunting his pleasure as he planted 
his seed in the deep end of her convulsively spasming vagina. 

"MORE!" Lynn rasped, when Don backed his Umbering rod from her steaming 
little box. 

"don't STOP! OH, PLEASE, I WANT MORE!" 

"Now there's a girl after my own heart," Flo chuckled. "Dwight, where are 
your manners? Give that child some cock!" 

Dwight had given Melba an orgasm in the lake but had held back his own 
climax. His heavy hammer angled up strong and ready from his pubic thatch. 
Quickly he swung atop the girl and began plugging her cum-oozing hairy hole. 

"MMMM ... OH, YESSS!" Lynn sighed, spreading her legs wider as she strained 
to take the larger male instrument. "IT'S SOOO BBIIGGG ... OHHH ... PUT IT 
AALLLL IINNNN!!!" 

He made her grunt when he slipped her the last two womb-displacing inches, 
but she took the entire nine-inch prong, gasping, "MORE ... AAAH, MORE, MORE 
... OHH, OHH ... OH, YESSS!!!" 

"You like my hubby's big dick, do you, sugar?" Flo asked. 

"I'LL SAY!" Lynn exclaimed. She heaved a mournful moan and flung her arms 
around Dwight as he began hunching it to her. "OH, DADDY, DADDY.... 

WHAT A BIG SWEET COCK! I LOVE IT ... AHHHHH ... FUCKING ... OHH, I'LL NEVER, 
NEVER GET ENOUGH!" 

"I know exactly how you feel, darling," Melba cooed, hotter than a pistol 
again herself from watching Don and now Dwight giving it to Lynn, whom she'd 
come to think of as her own daughter. "Cock is the best thing in the world! 
I'm glad you're having it! Enjoy it, Lynn! Fuck like a little minx and don't 
ever have any stupid guilt over it! God, I'm hot!" She hurried to Don and 
said, "Listen, husband, Dwight had his fat dick in me and my cunt is all 
juicy and slick! Do you want to suck it for me?" 

"I will, Mama! Let me!" Bobby squealed. 

Don grabbed Melba's ankle and pulled her down. He held open her legs and 
said, "Come on, Son, we'll have a hair pie feast! You can go first but don't 
drain her! Leave some of that good pussy honey for your old man, you hear?" 

"Sonofabitch, it looks like I'm left out in the cold," Flo laughed. "Dancer! 
Come on, boy, and I'll give you yours!" 

Flo got down on her hands and knees and the Great Dane mounted her from 
behind, the long, tapering rod of his fiery-red organ evoking a guttural 
groan from deep in her chest when he crammed it up into her belly. 

"OHHH ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME FOREVERRRR!!!" Lynn bleated. Her long, slender 
legs came up around the big-dicked older man like two gripping pythons and 
her supple body started working with Dwight, her tightly gripping hairy hole 
squishing audibly as she shinnied the slippery circle of her puffy red 
cuntlips up and down his plunging pole. "UNN, UNN, UNN!" 

"SHAKE IT, LITTLE GIRL!" Dwight moaned. "SLAM THAT HOT, TEENAGED TWAT UP TO 
ME! GOD, YOU'RE TIGHT! MMMM! CHRIST, WHAT A PIECE OF ASS YOU'LL BE ONCE YOU 
REALLY LEARN HOW!" 

Melba lay there in lustful rapture as her son and husband swapped off, one 
of them French kissing her while the other took his turn diving her 
succulent muff. Then Bobby stuck his peter instead of his tongue into her 
mouth, and she'd scarcely taken one good suck on it when Don sank his 
reawakened prick into her sopping-wet snatch. 

He kissed Melba's hollowed cheek and Frenched her ear while he fucked her 
cunt and their son fed her pecker. Then Don pushed the boy away and rolled 
over onto his back with his wife atop him, her legs outside of his. He 
slipped his fingers into the gorge of her lovely white buttocks and pulled 
them wide apart. "Get on your mother and stick it up her butt!" Durged, 
fingering some of her copious pussy cream up into her asshole and rubbing it 
in to lubricate her puckered rectum for their child's penis-. 

"YES, BOBBY!" Melba squealed. "MIND YOUR FATHER!" 

The sensual lad climbed aboard and, with the aid of his father's guiding 
hand, stuck his four-incher up his beautiful mother's tight, hot shit chute. 

"OHH, GAWD!" Melba moaned, shivering with pleasure as she felt the two 
peters begin working in her at the same time. "OHHH ... OHHHHH ... AAAHHHH!" 

"Hump her, Son! Cram it to her! Fuck it into your mother's pretty ass!" 

It was divine. Melba could feel keenly the pricks of her son and husband 
brushing together through the thin, nerve-rich membrane separating her 
vaginal and anal canals. She could hear Flo grunting and the Great Dane 
panting and Lynn crying out shrilly with what sounded like a toe-curling cum 
while Dwight continued to power the pole to the shuddering girl hard and 
fast and deep, and Melba recognized her own voice screeching, "OH, MY 
PRECIOUS DARLINGS! 

FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FFUUCCKK MEEEE!!!" 

Bobby showed the men the way. His youthful pecker just wouldn't go down. 
After he'd shot off in his mother's lush behind, he hopped on Flo and 
screwed her red-haired snatch and then he fucked his sighing, weakly 
twitching Aunt Lynn when at long last Dwight had flooded her barely mature 
womb with his rusty load and left the girl-child wrung out and limp from the 
thorough hosing he'd given her. 

They lazed around for a while, then went back into the lake and played 
grab-ass while they washed one another. The cool water revived them 
somewhat. 

As they were pulling the sleeping bags in close together, preparing to bed 
down for the night, Bobby caught Flo on her knees and took advantage of her 
position; he grabbed her head and stuck his peter in her mouth. This 
delighted the redhead, and swinger that she was, she started blowing the 
horny boy in front of the others. 

The sight of Flo's red head bobbing in the moonlight had its erotic effect 
on the others. Melba mounted Dwight in the classic 69 position and began 
sucking some life back into his limber rod as she fed him snatch. Don could 
see his little sister absently licking her lips, and his organ lifted 
jerkily in response. He took her hand and put it around his erecting penis. 
Lynn stroked it eagerly, watching the head as she snapped its foreskin hood 
on and off. 

"Go on, see what it tastes like. You might like it," Don suggested, and he 
drew Lynn's head down into his lap. 

One taste of his salty cockhead was enough to convince the sexually 
awakening girl that she wanted to suck her brother all the way. She started 
bobbing her head, going, "MMMM, MMMMM!" as she fellated him. 

"Hey, Lynn, you and I are getting the short end of the stick, baby. Come on, 
everybody in a circle and let's do this up right!" 

They formed a circle with their bodies, everyone sucking and being sucked at 
the same time. Lynn gobbled her brother's delicious dong while Dwight dived 
her tender but delightful young muff; while Melba sucked off Dwight and fed 
her pussy to her son; while Flo went down on Bobby and gave her juicy, 
red-haired snatch to Don's oral attentions. 

Pussy cream flowed freely and, in time, each male organ rewarded its female 
sucker with a mouthful of spurting cum. There was no doubt which one of the 
girls enjoyed her drink of fuck juice the most; it was the first time little 
Lynn had ever sampled orally the liquid fruit of a man's balls, and she 
moaned her pleasure through her nose when her brother's throbbing cock 
sprayed torrents of his frothy, richly flavored ejaculate into her virginal 
but highly appreciative mouth. 

After that they'd had enough for one night. They crawled two by two into the 
double sleeping bags and settled down for the night, Lynn with Don, Flo with 
Bobby and Melba with Dwight. 

Minutes later they were all asleep but Melba, who was content to lie there 
with her plushy ass snuggled up to her neighbor, friend and lover, a 
satisfied smile playing over her pretty face as she gazed out across the 
moonlit lake. 

In the forest behind her a night bird called to its mate. The faint putter 
of a small outboard could be heard as two trollers glided past in a skiff a 
hundred yards or so from the shoreline. 

A large bass leaped into the air and splashed back into the water. Tiny 
waves lapped almost inaudibly at the shore. The gentle breeze rustled leaves 
as it swept past. 

Melba sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the utterly relaxed mood she was 
in. Her sense of physical well-being was a warm glow inside her. Her last 
conscious thoughts before dropping off were that it had been a lovely day 
and that life was indeed a mysterious but richly rewarding experience. 


THE END
