Hot For Little Stevie
by Doris Cummings
(RX-288)


FOREWORD 

Hot For Little Stevie is the maiden voyage of a powerful new novelist from 
Palm Springs, California. Doris Cummings is happily married to a retired 
real estate broker and lives quietly in a palm tree shrouded little oasis 
high up on a rocky hillside. The view from Mrs. Cummings' living room is one 
of the most breathtaking sights in the entire desert, especially at night 
with all the lights of the pleasure city glittering like multi-colored 
diamonds. 

But that has little to do with Mrs. Cummings' first novel for Surrey House, 
Inc. She had to ask us nothing about our needs as publishers, her manuscript 
was that perfect. She seemed to have almost everything in the exact right 
place ... especially little Stevie's right thing in the right place. 

That little Stevie was her very own little girl's new boy-friend didn't stop 
Pam Douglas from lusting after his hot little boy body ... not at all, and 
Mrs. Douglas would stop at nothing until she had all of horny little 
Stevie's most desirable assets clutched tightly into her lustful grip. That 
it was necessary to slip into total incest with her own son, in order to 
accomplish her hedonistic desires, meant little to Pam Douglas. 

All in all, Hot For Little Stevie offers, and delivers, some of the most 
thought-provoking reading to appear in many months. Welcome, if you will, 
Mrs. Doris Cummings to the ranks of Rated X's bestsellerdom. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Christ but his cock is big for being such a kid, she thought as, outside in 
the backyard, the two teenagers stood intimately close in front of the 
lighted pool. The moon was bright, making it easy for the woman inside the 
house to see the bulging largeness of the boy's crotch under the narrow 
tight trunks. 

Pam Douglas watched from the darkened room, fighting the jealousy, wishing 
she was in her daughter's place. Every time she looked at Jim Nelson her 
pussy started tingling with desire. He was so much like the delivery boy, 
Steve Brown, she'd seduced several months ago. That experience had sparked 
an unexpected lust for young boys with powerful cocks that could so easily 
load and reload. She'd even found herself unnerved by the fact that her own 
boy, Rod, was more than old enough to enjoy pussy. She'd never think of 
doing anything to him-but Jim was something totally different. And this 
young male animal had revealed obvious interest in Pam, as well as her 
daughter Candy, who was now teasingly thrusting her young, large breasts 
almost against the boy's naked chest. 

Candy was too voluptuous and mature for a girl of fourteen. It wouldn't be 
long before some boy took advantage of her. This thought frightened Pam, yet 
she could hardly keep watch every minute of every day. 

Right now, though, Pam's thoughts were centered only on the lusting desire 
for a young hard boy cock. Jim Nelson's big teenage prick. like Steve Brown, 
he seemed to have a continuous hard-on. 

God, I'm horny, Pam realized, her hand reaching down and caressing her soggy 
pussy. Just the thought of fucking Jim is too much. 

She hadn't been screwed for months. Steve was the last cock she'd had 
shortly before divorcing Jack Douglas. Their marriage had been ail-but 
sexless for too long; Jack, she had learned a short time before, was 
screwing his secretary. Because of their two children she had remained 
silent, hoping to keep the marriage going. In the last months she'd gotten 
in the habit of drinking in the afternoons, getting drunk by evening. Steve 
delivered for the local liquor store and right from the first there was an 
immediate mutual, almost electric, desire for one another. He couldn't keep 
his eyes off her voluptuous body and she found herself unconsciously posing 
sensually, thrusting out her breasts, sometimes braless, just for the thrill 
of watching the young male stud squirm with desire, to see the largeness of 
his prick under the tight pants he wore. He wanted her bad. And as the weeks 
went by she became more and more obsessed by the idea of actually giving in. 
Then one afternoon, a little more drunk than ever before, she found the 
temptation impossible to resist any longer. 

Pam had been taking a shower when she had the idea of ordering a bottle of 
whiskey merely to have Steve come over. Just to look at him, to see that 
bulging crotch grow larger by the second, teased her into such an erotic fit 
that she found herself caressing her big breasts until they ached like hard 
large knots. 

God, I'm hot, she thought in tormented anguish, hands running down across a 
flat, firm stomach until fingers were touching the mass of curly black 
pussy-hairs. 

Pam was a tall, voluptuously built woman who had managed to keep her body in 
perfect shape through daily exercises. Rather than looking thirty-five, she 
appeared more like a maturely developed twenty-one-year-old. Many strangers 
made the mistake of thinking Candy was her sister. 

With the warm shower water raining down on her tingling nude body, Pam 
actually began trembling with desire. In her mind young Steve was there 
naked, his cock huge in her imagination, big and throbbing, just inches from 
the extended lips of her pussy, now parted wide between the fingers of her 
trembling hands. Slowly Pam started stroking her cunt with lingering 
caresses. 

"Oh, ohhh ... God ... oh, Steve ... oh...." she moaned in heavenly pleasure. 

Licking full, pouty, dimpled lips, Pam hungered to feel the little boy's 
hard cock between them, to suck on it, while at the same time imagining 
Steve's young prick touching, caressing, loving her pussy. 

Steve was a dark-haired boy of fifteen, standing about five feet eleven 
inches, just a little taller than Pam. He had wide, strong shoulders, a 
narrow waist, and always wore very tight jeans that brazenly revealed the 
large meaty cock pressing up under them-which she now imagined naked, 
stroking the erotic outer lips of her cunt. Every time he came to her house 
she almost trembled at the very sight of him, wanting desperately to feel 
that young prick, to fondle it, suck on the head, then finally slide it into 
her tingling, cock-hungry pussy. 

And ever since letting Jack Douglas fuck her a few months before they 
hurriedly got married, she had been desperately cock-hungry. Her prudish 
up-bringing made it possible to resist the longing she'd developed to know 
more than one man-to cheat-and even possess more than one cock at a time. In 
order to get release, she'd read a lot of sexy books, finger-fucking 
herself, developing an active and sophisticated erotic imagination. 

In the shower it was Steve's imaginary cock caressing her pussy, not her own 
fingers. It was Steve's big boy prick that teased her mouth, filled her 
throat. 

"Oh, God ... ohhh ... ughhh ... ohhh," she kept groaning as her fingers 
continued to slip slowly in and out of her pussy, against the clit. She got 
three fingers into that hot buttery hole and it wasn't enough. She continued 
jerking faster and faster, groaning, trembling and finally arching up in 
total orgastic pleasure. 

"Ohmmm. Uhmm ... mom ... oh ... God. ... yes ... yesss ... oh, fuck ... fuck 
me. ... fuck me with that beautiful prick ... oh, heavenly fucking cock ... 
ohhh ... yesss ... yes ... Steve, yes ... YES. God ... oh, God. Christ ... 
YES!" 

Pam was arched forward, the spray of the shower water streaming powerfully 
around her thrusting hips, pussy, flooding over it like some gigantic 
cumming cock, drowning her cunt in imaginary male cream as she came and came 
again and again. 

Gasping, gulping frantically, then falling back against the wall of the 
shower, she panted in the aftermath of that multiple orgasm. 

But it wasn't enough. 

It would be so easy, she thought, like so many, times in the past, 
especially when alone in bed, knowing that Jack was with his secretary 
fucking her slut-like cunt. 

Drunk more than usual, Pam was teased beyond control over the idea of having 
Steve deliver an order of unneeded booze, simply so she could look at him, 
dream, and maybe this time, making the final step to possess his big young 
cock. 

The last few times he had come over they had talked some, she'd given him a 
Coke and they sat near one another, silently communicating an erotic need 
which was almost over-powering. It would have taken nothing more than a 
word, a suggestive move on her part to actually spark their mutual desire 
into an uncontrolled and wanton orgy sex. 

Today, tempted like that, Pam knew it just might be possible to be pushed to 
take that last step and. ... She trembled at the thought. 

Sober, Pam would have fought such temptations; guilt would have brought 
shame. Screwing Steve was only a step away from screwing her own teenage 
son. Yet the slim difference was enough to create a continued anguish, 
possessing her night and day, for weeks, especially after learning Jack was 
cheating. He hadn't fucked her for weeks-in fact, almost two months-and even 
then it had been a disappointing thing. In youth he'd been great, at 
thirty-nine he was easily tired, good for only one quick cum. 

Getting out of the shower she dried, put on a silk robe, phoned the liquor 
store and waited, nervously pacing the floor, a glass of straight whiskey in 
her right hand, telling herself nothing would really happen, that she 
wouldn't give in to this craving for little Steve's big pecker. 

When she opened the door for him, his face almost blanched in surprise, blue 
eyes wide as they automatically swept over her lush body. She almost had a 
cum under that hot, wanton stare. 

They stood there for what seemed hours, staring at one another. It couldn't 
have been more than a minute-if that. 

Jack's fucking cunt, she thought bitterly. Why shouldn't I cheat, too? It 
was a statement she'd made to herself a lot of times in the past weeks. Now 
she was just horny and drunk enough to screw a Coke bottle. 

"Hi, Mrs. Douglas," Steve said huskily. "Where do you want me to put it?" 

For a frantic moment she couldn't help thinking he was talking about his 
prize cock, not the bottle of booze. 

"Oh, in the kitchen," she instructed, wondering how surprised he'd be if he 
knew what she was really thinking. In the kitchen, any place; on the floor, 
bed, sofa, a chair. Her pussy was fairly flooding with sex-juice. 

She followed him, watched as he placed the bottle on the sink, turned. His 
hauntingly mature eyes ran lustfully down her body as it he wanted to devour 
it. 

A thrill whipped along her spine, slamming deep into the chambers of her 
juiced-up pussy. 

God, his cock is big and hard, she realized, tortured with desire and quilt, 
wanting and afraid. Pam knew it would be impossible to keep her hands off 
him; that today she would fuck his hard little pecker, no matter what. 

"Sure hot, isn't it; he said a little boldly, but Steve had already shown 
signs of being a little mature for his age, a little cocky, acting out the 
pussy-chaser. The tone of his voice implied much; his eyes said the rest. 
Consciously or unconsciously he was letting her know she was naked under the 
robe. 

"Yes ... I had to take a shower to cool off...." The robe flowed gracefully 
about her breasts as Pam ran her fingers nervously through her long black 
hair. She took a deep breath so that her boobs surged large against the top 
of the robe. 

"Yes ... I..." The boy stammered, eyes popping at the sight of her tits 
pushing at the silk cloth. "Yes...." 

He sounded and looked like a child-a mature male child-so desperately 
wanting to run and at the same time to fling himself into her arms, smother 
lips against her boobs. It was the first time she'd ever appeared in such a 
near naked manner before him. 

"Makes a guy thirsty, doesn't it?" he finally managed. It was an awkward 
hint that he wasn't in a hurry to leave, that he lusted to continue looking 
at her, that he hoped he'd somehow get a chance to see more than the robe 
now revealed. 

Every nerve in her body screamed to merely open the robe, then get at his 
big cock. Instinctively she shook her shoulders back, took another deep 
breath, arched her hips forward. Pam thrilled to the quick red flush that 
came to Steve's cheeks. 

He was just a boy; a kid. Yet this very element turned her on even more. 
Chances were that some older woman would introduce him to sex, anyway-so why 
not her, now, today? She hoped that Rod would be lucky enough to have his 
first sex with a mature experienced woman. She'd been unnerved for some time 
by the fact that at fourteen her son was old enough to have already screwed 
cunt. She'd discovered cum-smeared tissues under his bed several months ago 
and experienced an unwanted and unexpected erotic thrill. It was a damn 
shame that society frowned on the idea of a mother teaching her son how to 
fuck. She could only hope he'd find some understanding, mature cunt to 
introduce him to sex. 

That thought brought her attention back to Steve. 

"Stick around. ... I'll give you a Coke." 

"Say, that would be great!" All this time his eyes had continued to fairly 
devour Pam's neckline, which, to his obvious delight, had parted slightly. 

And, Pam thought, in a little while I'll have a cock. 

Her eyes fell to his crotch and it was difficult to keep from gasping in 
uncontrolled desire. 

God, that's huge! And for such a young kid. A long tube-like bulge lifted 
from his crotch up almost to the tip of the boy's belt. It was apparent he 
had a very long and thick prick-in full youthful erection. 

"Good." She got a Coke and opened it for him. As he took the bottle, his 
eyes dropped instinctively to her neckline, revealing even more bulging 
flesh than before. He could see the deep, lovely valley between the mature 
creamy white, smooth breasts. 

She couldn't help saying: "like what you see?" 

"What?" The boy sounded scared silly, as if caught in the act of jacking 
off. 

She chuckled, causing her boobs to dance sensually against the silky cloth. 
"Oh, come on, you're old enough to admit the truth." 

"I ... I'm sorry ... I ... didn't mean ... to stare. ... " he stammered, 
even though he couldn't bring his eyes away from her tight tits. 

"But you are, aren't you?" It was impossible to keep from teasing him this 
way. "But, then ... I'm really flattered. Do you think I'm attractive?" 

He gulped on empty air, finally managed to look away. 

"That's all right, you can look all you want. I like having a man look at me 
like that. It gives me a real charge ... in fact a sexy thrill deep down 
where it hurts the best." 

His eyes flashed back to hers. The wanton desire there was merely a bland 
reflection of her own overpowering need. 

"You do like looking at me, don't you?" she challenged in a thick voice. 
When he hesitated, she added: "Come on, tell the truth. There's nothing 
wrong with wanting to look at me like that. In fact, I'd be disappointed if 
you didn't want to." 

When he still couldn't speak, she giggled, making it sound young, almost 
teenage. "Bet if I was a girl your age you'd know what to say ... and what 
to do...." 

"I ... guess so. ... " he managed in such a thick, husky voice it sounded as 
if he was near an orgasm. 

"Why not act like I am a girl your age, then? I like being admired by men. 
Especially when you look at me ... this way." 

"You do?" He sounded amazed, getting over his first nervous embarrassment. 

"Of course. Don't you know how exciting you are to a woman like me? I'm sure 
you've thought about me ... well ... in a sexy way, haven't you?" 

"I ... gosh, Mrs. Douglas-" 

"Pam ... call me Pam, won't you?" 

"Well, gosh, Pam ... I mean ... you're something out of sight." 

"I guess I am ... in a way . . , right now. ... " She was thinking that the 
robe was hiding most of what he wanted to see-making her ail-but totally out 
of sight. "Would you like it if I wasn't?" 

"Wasn't ... what?" 

"Out of sight?" She smiled seductively. 

"I don't understand..." 

"Ever wanted to really see me?" She let the robe part a little more, 
suggestively, but not very revealing. "Oh, that!" he blurted. "Ever seen a 
woman's body?" "Sure." 

"I mean naked. I'm sure the young girls..." She let that stand for a moment, 
but when he didn't reply, added: "I'll bet the girls can't keep their hands 
off you." 

"Oh, I guess they dig me enough," he admitted, too brazenly. He was still 
unsure, puzzled by her attitude. 

"I dig you a lot, Steve. Does that surprise you?" 

"You do?" He fairly choked on the words. 

"Of course. Why shouldn't I? You're old enough to desire females ... and I'm 
certainly a female and just go weak inside with an exciting male ... if you 
know what I mean." 

"I guess so," he admitted a little more boldly, even though he was still 
unsure what she was offering. 

"Ever do it to a girl?" 

"What?" 

"You know, make it ... all the way?" 

"You mean screw ... oh, I'm sorry. ... " 

"Fuck a girl? I like words like that ... they're so thrilling." 

"Sure, a couple ... just kids, though." 

"Ever like to do it with a real woman? A mature one?" 

They were now standing in front of the sofa and Pam slowly, seductively sat, 
arranging herself so that the top of her robe really parted. 

"Come on, sit next to me," she offered, and as he did so, she reached out 
and patted his head, ruffling his dark hair, but controlled the urge to 
reach down and stroke his thumping cock. 

The young man's eyes were fairly bulging. She knew he was stunned by the 
sight of her naked boobs and tight cherry pink tits. Shifting so he could 
get even a better view, she frowned mockingly, as if just noticing the 
strange expression possessing his tormented face. "What's wrong?" 

"You ... you're...." He was stammering, but his eyes kept flicking from one 
naked breast to the other. 

Without closing the robe, and in fact leaning forward slightly, causing her 
boobs to push even further out, she teasingly asked: "Oh, come on, I bet 
you've seen a lot of naked breasts before." 

He gulped, looked away, gulped again, then said: "I ... yes." 

His cock jerked frantically under those tight jeans. 

"Would you like to do more than look?" she offered, hands parting the robe 
even wider, letting it fall slightly off her wide shoulders. 

"God ... are you putting me on?" 

"Hardly." 

Pam all at once went out of control unable to fight her need any longer. She 
reached out and grabbed at his crotch. "I'm not kidding, Steve. Not at all." 

Her fingers were stroking up and down the length of his cock. She'd never 
felt such a big prick in her life; Jack's hadn't been this hard for her in 
years. 

The full length of Steve's prick amazed Pam. She was almost cumming as she 
continued exploring that shaft, feeling the bulging head at the end, 
desperate to get it naked so she could put it between her lips, suck and 
tongue that magnificent prong until it filled her mouth with young boy 
cream. Then get it hard again so she could clamp her buttery cunt around its 
total length; fuck it dry-all day. 

I bet this hurts terribly," she managed to rasp. "Wouldn't you like me to 
make it feel better?" 

She toyed sensually with the top of his pants, and for a moment hesitated 
before impulsively taking hold of the zipper and pulling it slowly down. The 
young boy didn't move. He looked frightened and at the same time desperately 
anxious. 

Pam was out of control by now. Sanity had disappeared even before Steve had 
arrived. The only thing that mattered was possessing his cock, totally. She 
couldn't even think of anything else. 

How things developed so quickly after that, Pam never quite knew. It seemed 
he was closer, she was leaning over, looking hungrily down at him, at his 
young boyish features, which were now totally contorted with naked desire. 
The booze had really taken control of her reactions; his nearness and the 
feel of that cock had done the rest. 

"Would you like ... me to undress you?" she inquired. But her fingers had 
already reached into his open fly and slipped under his jocks, feeling the 
long hard rod. 

"Do you like that?" 

He merely moaned as her fingers caressed down along that bulging hot shaft, 
wrapping about the thickness at the base, then pulling the beautiful prong 
free. Her hands moved up slowly to the bulging head, giving its shaft a 
sensual firm squeeze. 

"Oh, that's beautiful," she moaned in a fiery state of ecstasy. It was 
happening; really happening. 

His eyes were now openly feasting on her totally exposed breasts hanging 
down like huge ripe melons under her chest as she leaned over. 

"You're ... not. . .kidding ... are ... you?" he moaned, cock jerking 
powerfully in her firm embrace. 

Giving his prick a quick tug, then gently moving her hand up and down on the 
shaft, thrilling to the silken hard warmth, she asked: "Does that feel like 
I'm kidding, Steve?" 

"No . . .golly ... no ... but...." 

"Don't you want me to?" 

"Oh ... Mrs. Douglas-" 

"Pam, Steve, Pam." 

"Yes ... Pam ... golly yes ... I just ... can't believe it." 

"I've ... wanted to ... for a long time...." Her lips were almost touching 
the bloated rubbery purple head of his beautiful boyish cock. 

"Really?" 

"Really...." 

She didn't remember much about what happened after that until they were in 
her bedroom. Somehow she'd stood, drawing him up after her. Moments later 
they were standing in front of her large king-size bed. 

Slowly she dropped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the 
floor. 

As the boy started to get undressed, she cried out: "No ... let me." 

Then dropping down to her knees before him, slipping trembling arms about 
his waist, she stared at the extended length of that huge cock sticking out 
from his crotch, tongue licking back and forth between full, sensual red 
lips. 

She'd never wanted anything so much in her life and now here it was, hers to 
have, possess, take, suck, fuck, devour again and again until the young 
boy's still forming nuts had been totally drained. 

Pam's cunt fairly burned in ecstasy as her hands caressed his strong 
muscular thighs, then she folded fingers around that arching, stiff shaft. 
The young prick was so rigid and flaming hot, rock hard that the very feel 
of it gave her pussy a convulsive orgasm. She was panting heavily against 
the head, then her tongue reached out, touched the end, and for a moment all 
hell broke loose. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The instant Pam felt Steve's prick against her tongue, she went wild, 
leaning forward, pressing moist lips against its tip, then without even 
realizing she'd done so, was sucking furiously on the shaft, head thrashing 
back and forth. A few seconds later she froze, realizing he might be 
shocked, horrified, stunned by this oral sexual attack. 

Fighting the desire to continue sucking his prick until he spurted and 
spurted again and again the creamy cum she so hungered for, Pam released his 
cock. 

"I couldn't help ... it ... that's beautiful ... I love it ... Steve ... 
I...." Even as Pam spoke those words she was running her fingers up and down 
his shaft, letting the foreskin move back and forth, up and over the head, 
then drawing it down, low, to thrillingly expose the hard pulsing head and 
shaft, which she stared hungrily at. The sight was almost too much. 

"Would ... you like me to suck on it some more ... like that?" she moaned 
desperately, pleading. 

"Boy ... would I!" 

That was all she needed to hear. She let her tongue lick up caressingly 
along the underside, just under the swelling, meaty head. 

Her fingers drew back the foreskin and with a gasp of uncontrolled desire, 
she slipped her tongue across the underside of his cock, just beyond the 
swollen head. 

"God ... ohhh ... God ... Mrs ... Pam...." 

He moaned in ecstasy as her tongue licked his young pecker, then caressed up 
over the bulging head to flick across the cum-hole. 

"Do you like that?" she asked, breathing against the end of his hot cock. 

"Golly, Pam ... that's fantastic!" 

"Ever have a girl do that before?" 

"Golly, no!" 

"How'd you like me to put it in my mouth, Steve?" she offered in a throaty 
voice. "Really eat you." 

"Are you kidding?" 

"Hardly ... men like that ... and a real woman just loves giving a man a 
good cocksucking. Think you'd like that, Steve?" 

"Yes ... yes...." 

He was visibly trembling and Pam now took hold of his arching prong at the 
base, lowering the point so it was directed at her now parted lips. Her 
tongue reached out and licked across the tip of his pecker, then she moved 
her head forward, letting the end of that throbbing cock slide easily 
between lips and teeth, which closed ever so slowly, becoming a gentle, 
loving moist vise about its pulsing cylinder. 

The young boy moaned softly as she gave his prick a slow, prolonged suck, 
letting her lips slide down, then up, until they were embracing only the 
trembling, throbbing cockhead. 

"I ... I ... might ... cum...." he warned in a tortured voice. 

Pam released his cock, said: "Do it ... cum all you want." 

"In your mouth?" 

"In my mouth ... let me have all your cream ... then we can do it right." 

"Right?" he asked, puzzled sounding, but apparently merely dazed by the 
wonder of her offer. 

"Yes ... really do it right ... I want to feel your beautiful big cock in my 
pussy. I'll let you give it all you have..." 

Then he cried out in orgastic pleasure as her tongue slipped under his cock 
and her lips slowly clamped about its shaft, sliding forward to take in as 
much as she could, until she felt the head against the back of her throat. 
Pam started sucking powerfully on his rod, moving her tongue in licking 
motions under that rigid pulsing pole. 

"Oh ... good, Christ ... ohhh, uhg, ugh ... ahhh, I'm...." 

She was sucking rhythmically on his prong, determined to get his nuts off as 
quickly as possible, anxious to feel that rigid pole churning in her pussy 
after she'd eaten the warm creamy cum juices of his first orgasm. 

He moaned, then suddenly she felt his cock jerk powerfully in her mouth, 
rippling as the first wave of his orgasm shot furiously along the shaft then 
out the end, spurting creamy warm juice in convulsive spasms down her 
throat. She continued sucking again and again as he kept shooting cum deep 
into her gulping mouth. 

"Ugg...." Squirt. "God...." Squirt. "Ugh!" 

Squirt. "Ugh!" 

His hips were shoving back and forth, ramming that cock in and out of her 
now convulsively sucking lips. 

Pam was trembling, having an orgasm deep in her pussy, shuddering in 
response to the wonderful, delicious taste of his young sperm shooting again 
and again into her mouth. 

Finally, when his pecker jerked for the last time, she gave his cockhead 
another long, powerful suck, then pulled her lips down along the shaft to 
the end, tonguing it, licking furiously over the cum-hole. She continued 
sucking and licking, desperate to get him fucking hard again. 

He was gripping her head in powerful hands, trembling in the aftermath of 
his orgasm. Her arms were around his body, hugging him close as she 
continued slurping loudly on the end of his pecker, slipping a finger 
between his bun-cheeks, she pressed it caressingly against his ass-hole, 
probing, knowing it would help to create another quick hard-on. 

God, she kept thinking, my cunt is dying for that prick. 

Pam continued devouring his cock, even when it was throbbing hard, finding 
it difficult to stop, even while desperately wanting it in her pussy. 

Finally, as it became apparent that the young boy couldn't take much more of 
such punishment without shooting off, she released his prong. 

Now, gently, she lowered his pants until they were about his ankles. 

She watched the glistening erected shaft sticking up so magnificently from 
his young crotch, taking in the dark hairs about those big nuts, realizing 
she hadn't even sucked them. 

Well, Pam thought, there was plenty of time for that, too. 

"Did you like that?" she inquired as he stepped out of his pants, started to 
remove his shirt. 

She was still kneeling before him and could very easily have taken that 
young prick once again into her mouth. But Pam was desperate to have it 
fucking her pussy, first. 

"Golly ... that was fantastic ... better than anything I ever had." 

"It was just for starters, you know." 

"You're really going to let me do it to you?" 

"Fuck me? Get that great big beautiful prick in my pussy? Oh, Steve, I can't 
wait." 

She stood, then sat on the edge of the bed, thighs parted wide. 

His eyes were large as they looked down at her pussy, the hairs moist from 
her own cum juice. She'd experienced several minor orgasms while sucking his 
cock but nothing like the real thing. 

"Haven't you seen a woman's pussy before?" she teased, reaching down and 
parting the outer lips even further with her fingertips. 

"Nothing like yours," he honestly admitted, cock making a quick jerking 
action. 

"Come here, Steve, between my thighs ... just stand there, and let me look 
at you ... feel you." Her voice was so husky that the words came out like a 
rasping whisper. 

He stepped between her naked thighs and she wrapped her legs about his, 
while pulling that lovely young body closer so it was possible to get his 
big prick laying along the moist, hot valley between her pussy-lips. 

"Does that, feel good?" she asked, almost finding it impossible to take his 
cock and slide it into her hole. "Gosh..." 

"Ever feel anything like this before?" "Never." 

"Bet it makes you want to put it in me, doesn't it?" 

"I. . .yes...." 

She arched up, letting her cunt slide against his extended, long cock, 
thrilling, almost having a cum at the throbbing hot hardness. 

He was looking down at her boobs as if wanting to suck them. Pam wanted him 
to, but couldn't wait right then for such foreplay. She'd waited long 
enough, already. 

"Ohhh," he moaned in pleasure. 

"Like that, don't you?" 

He merely stared down with glassy eyes, lips half-parted. She felt his 
enormous boy cock jerk convulsively, looked and saw that there was some ops 
of cum ebbing from the end. Furiously, desperately, Pam relaxed her legs, 
reached between them, getting hold of that bloated, pulsing prick and 
dragged the point down to her glistening fuck-hole, then arched, groaning as 
she felt the head, then shaft sliding deliciously into her sheath which 
compressed greedily about the thickness. 

From that moment on Pam was totally out of her mind. This was the second 
prick she'd ever known, it had been a very long time since having any 
hard-on that firm and rigid-and Steve's boy cock was much thicker than her 
husband's. 

She arched up, leaning back on her elbows, gasping, lungs expanding, breasts 
lifting. She felt hands reach out and fold anxiously, almost rough in their 
awkwardness, about her boobs, palms smothering the hardened nipples. 

"Oh, Steve ... ohhh ... OHHH. God, God," she cried in a frenzy when she 
experienced the first moment of total penetration. Her lips were trembling, 
body shivering violently, cunt constricting tight about his prick, which 
stuffed her so fully, pulsing with steel-like hard life. 

His hands circled, squeezed her generous, firm breasts, anxious, as he 
sighed in excitement. 

"Do you like ... touching them?" she asked, reaching around and grabbing at 
his ass, fondling the cheeks, the young firm, muscular swells that tightened 
to her touch. 

"They're beautiful," he said, squeezing them again, then caressing the 
nipples thrillingly, thumb flicking across each pink, tight point. "I've 
never seen anything like it." 

"You're a darling boy, so mature ... what a hard prick you have!" She arched 
slightly, hips moving back and forth so that hard rod ground in her tortured 
cunt. 

His fingers continued to circle on her nipples, then he bent over, managed 
to get his mouth around the end of one breast, sucking violently on it, 
causing a voluptuous wave to knife deep in her anguished cunt. 

A shiver moved through Pam and she gave his ass a firm squeeze, parted the 
cheeks, probed with trembling fingers against the bung hole, causing the 
young cock in her pussy to jerk powerfully in erotic response. His mouth 
sucked the other nipple, then he lifted a bit, looking down at her in 
painfully orgastic need. 

"Oh, fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me..." she fairly screamed, hips dropping, 
then lifting. That magnificent prick pulled thrillingly along the walls of 
her quivery pussy, then pushed in between them so voluptuously that Pam 
screamed: "Ohhh, Christ ... fucking cock." 

She grabbed at the young child leaning over her, hugging his firm, smoothly 
muscled body tightly against her. 

"Yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me ... OHHH ... fuuck ME!" 

The sensation of his big little boy prick, which was now surging in and out 
more rapidly, driving all the way in then almost out, was pushing and 
shoving at her clit so powerfully that she was already cumming. 

Her own hips were leaping to meet each of his hurried, stroking thrusts. 
Their bodies were smacking louder and louder with each impact. 

"I ... I ... can't ... hold ... off...." he moaned in agony. 

"Oh, cum, cum, give me a fucking cum, beautiful-OH, GOD!" She arched up so 
violently against the young kid, driving that pumping, pulsing, now 
convulsively jerking boy pecker all the way into her gripping cunt. 

Again and again that rod jerked and spat cum. 

"Ohh...." Another powerful ripple quaked through his enlarged prick. "Ahhh." 
Again he came, flooding her with all that wonderful cream, filling the juicy 
hole that grabbed demandingly on the love-rod, embracing, trapping it in a 
vise-like hold as it continued flooding her with his childish sperm. When 
the last convulsive shudder passed between them, Pam shuddered again, 
squeezing down on her pussy-muscles, not wanting his child's prick to go 
soft, wanting to keep it in her forever. 

He was panting, laying limp on her body, their sweat mingling. Her breasts 
were pumping under him as she continued to feel the longing for more fucking 
cock. It was as if she couldn't get enough and never wanted to stop. 

When Steve's prick began to go slightly limp she let him lift away, but 
immediately sat up, grabbing at his muscular thighs, mouth open wide, 
instinctively finding the half erected, glistening cock, which was covered 
with the cum from both their bodies. She greedily gulped that meaty muscle 
into her mouth, sucking furiously on it, tongue licking the delicious 
underside, head thrashing, wild, frantic, desperate to make it hard again. 

"Golly ... Mrs. Douglas ... Pam ... what ... are you doing? " 

Realizing the insanity of her actions, Pam released his cock, groaned: 
"Making it hard ... oh, I want i again, Steve ... I want it again and 
again...." 

Then her tongue was licking up and down, around the softened head, as her 
fingers curled about the base. She lipped the crown while still tonguing it. 

Steve was starting to say, "I don't think I can...." but even as he spoke 
his prick was beginning to react to her oral assault, harden, go thick, long 
... then longer. 

That afternoon she'd used his cock several more times before both of them 
were exhausted. Later, when he was gone, Pam became frightened, horrified 
about what had happened. She was unconscious by the time her husband 
returned late from work, laying naked on the bed, pussy still matted by the 
young boy's cum. All Jack ever learned was she'd been fucked by another 
man's cock; it was enough. She didn't dare tell him the truth, and in fact 
hadn't even been given the chance. He had moved out that night, while she 
lay drunkenly unconscious. The next day he phoned to say he wanted a 
divorce. It was fine for him to fuck cunt, but she wasn't supposed to take 
on some strange cock. She'd had a short fight over the phone, sick, pleading 
for forgiveness, hating what had happened the day before and promising 
herself she'd never, as long as she lived, seduce another boy. None of this 
could she tell Jack; nor was it necessary. That conversation was the last 
they had. All divorce arrangements were made by their lawyers. They sold the 
house, paid off all their mutual bills, Jack had to give her child support 
but had refused to pay more. In the weeks that followed, Pam was too 
depressed, defeated, guilty to do more than let Jack have his way. If she 
wanted the children she wouldn't get alimony. 

When the divorce was final, she'd come to live with her mother, Stella 
Nelson, who had married a younger man whose son, Jim, was now becoming a new 
object of her sexual needs, desires. 

Another voluptuous shiver shot through Pam's cunt. 

Looking out the window again, she saw that Candy was swimming very close to 
Jim. Suddenly the boy turned, grabbing at the young girl. For a moment the 
two of them disappeared under the water and when they came back to the 
surface they were embracing, arms around one another, lips crushed together. 

Tensing, feeling a flood of excitement and sudden fear, Pam had to control 
the urge to cry out. Their embrace broke almost immediately and they swam 
apart. 

I'm being childish, she told herself. They were only having innocent fun. 
Nothing more. Two healthy teenagers playing games. They'd hardly do anything 
beyond mild sexual teasing. 

Yet a warning sense of doubt nagged Pam. The Nelson household had that 
silent undercurrent of sensuality that Pam hadn't been able to completely 
define, yet felt instinctively. The way Sherry was almost too affectionate 
to her nephew Jim, the wanton stares he gave the young divorcee. It was 
impossible to keep from wondering exactly what that meant. 

Probably my own perverse desires. God, I need a cock, she realized in horror 
at the demanding desire that was all but overwhelming. 

For a moment Pam wondered if it had been a mistake moving in here. If she 
had money or a job things might have been different. She'd have been able to 
move into an apartment. What little had been salvaged from the marriage was 
hardly enough to keep them alive for even a few weeks. The divorce dissolved 
everything; broke both free of the past and one another. That had been the 
deal. If Stella, her mother, hadn't insisted on them staying on for a while, 
"until you get emotionally settled," and if Pam wasn't so desperately lost 
and lonely, alone frightened.... 

What bothered Pam most of all was the subtle change in her mother. Stella 
hadn't seemed quite so different when Pam was living away from home. Bu now 
she saw a lot of changes, nothing she might point directly to. There were 
the times when Stella would break off during a conversation, hesitate, 
finally continuing the conversation. Pam always had the feeling that her 
mother was attempting to revea something to her. What. . . ? Pam shrugged. 

I live in this house, but I'm not part of the family. The kids seem to fit, 
get along together, Sherry ... well, she's something totally different. Pam 
didn' know if she liked this "step-aunt" who was several years younger than 
herself. There was something about the woman that annoyed Pam. Sherry threw 
her ass around like she couldn't wait for a man to take a grab ... or a boy. 
Pam felt a jealous knife dig at her. 

In some vague way, Pam couldn't help feeling there was more to her reaction 
to Sherry than the obvious fact the woman enjoyed sex and didn't mind 
admitting it. 

Angered at her thoughts, fighting the pang of loneliness and the hard, 
carving hunger of her pussy, Pam tried to think of the type of job she 
wanted. She hadn't had one for years, and only then on weekends at her 
father's store-the one that Stella's new husband, Frank, ran. 

I should have gone out with the others instead of staying here at the house, 
Pam thought with a pang of guilt. She caressed fingers lightly over her 
body, aching for a man's arms, for the feel of his naked flesh pressed 
wantonly against her own. 

Sherry Greene's a slut, you know that, Pam. ... Then what does that make me? 
A frustrated mental slut! 

Her pussy was burning, fiery, the lips parted wide, hurting. How she needed 
a fucking cock. One like Steve's ... like Jimmy's... 

Oh, God, Pam's mind screamed in total agony. Fm in a box, a trap, and I 
don't know how to get out of it.... 

They'd all left her alone with the two young kids, because she'd felt 
nervous, depressed and didn't want to go out-at least that's what she'd told 
herself and them, too. 

They've all gone out, leaving me alone in my depraved need; alone. ... Pam 
tensed, forced the self-pity away. 

Stella, Frank, and his sister Sherry Greene-that attractive redhead of 
thirty-two, who acted like a sexual slut and made no effort to hide the fact 
she just loved cocks, any size or age-had gone to some friends house for 
dinner. Pam wished she'd gone with them, now. 

Standing there in front of the window, looking out at the pool, watching the 
two teenagers and thinking about what she'd experienced with Steve, had 
shakened Pam to the core. 

How long could she stand this, hold out? 

Startled, Pam realized she had lifted her skirt and slipped fingers under 
the tiny black-lace bikini panties, stroking her pussy, which was oozing 
with sex-juice. She didn't even remember having done so. But her breath was 
coming in short gasps, breasts heaving as she continued caressing her cunt 
more furiously. 

"I should be out looking for a job," she cursed suddenly, forcing her hand 
away from the aching pussy-lips. Lowering her dress, she actually trembled 
with desire. Frank had offered her one. 

Frank Nelson, a strikingly attractive male with a sharp eye for a beautiful 
female, had made no secret-even while she was married to Jack-that in his 
mind she was a real exciting female that could make any man get a hard-on. 
In fact, one night a year before at the New Year's Eve party her mother had 
given, Frank got her out in the kitchen. They were both drunk and before she 
realized what was happening, he'd pulled her into his arms and their lips 
were locked in a furiously passionate kiss. Tongues lashing out at one 
another. Almost as quickly, she had managed to push him away. "No ... don't, 
Frank," she'd said. His only comment had been: "Someday, Pam ... someday." 
But he had never made a pass at her again and because of that and his quite 
neutral attitude toward her in the last months, Pam hadn't been concerned 
about living-for a short-time, at least, until she got settled-in the same 
house with him. 

Yet, Pam thought, it would be less perverted to screw my pussy around 
Frank's cock than to take on his teenage son ... as she so desperately 
wanted to. 

Frank had suggested she work at his company-one partly owned by her mother, 
who was fairly well off-but it didn't seem like a good idea. 

Sherry Greene, who worked as a cocktail waitress six nights a week, had 
suggested that Pam talk to her boss. "There's a lot of loot and a lot of men 
to grab at ... if and when you're interested." From the way Sherry arrived 
home late in the morning almost every night, it seemed as if she was getting 
a healthy supply of cock. 

Pam turned away from the window, guilty now at having watched the two 
teenagers. Anyway, if they want to fuck there's really nothing I can do. 
I've warned Candy, and she's an intelligent girl. 

Still so horny, knowing she couldn't take another day without some cock, Pam 
decided on impulse to drive to the bar where Sherry worked. The least she 
could do was look the place over; maybe some mature stranger would pick her 
up. Maybe after having a good old-fashion fuck with an adult male, her ideas 
about boys would simmer down. 

After all, Pam she told herself, the last good one is always the best. Maybe 
I should go out and get myself screwed. 

Pam hesitated, glancing out the window, wondering if it was a good idea to 
leave the two kids alone. Then shrugging, realizing how impossible it was to 
control another person, she rearranged her dress, stepped through the 
darkened room, picked her purse up from the floor near the dresser, then 
walked out. Minutes later she was in her car, having informed Candy and Jim 
she'd be out for a while. She drove toward Santa Monica, to the Swing Bar. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Candy Douglas kept feeling the heady sensation that Jim's body had given her 
as it brushed against her under the pool a few moments before, just a little 
after Pam had informed them she was leaving and wouldn't be back for some 
while. Up until then, she'd been only bugged by the fact that Jim's cock was 
hard in his trunks, its shape bulging so sensually. Realizing that her 
mother was in the house, able to keep an eye on their activities, had made 
it impossible i to do more than subtly brush against him in the pool, once 
even "accidentally" touching his thigh, high up, hoping to feel that hard-on 
as they swam just under the water. 

Ever since moving into her grandmother's home, Candy had been painfully 
attracted to Jim. He was a nicely built young man-and much more exciting 
than her brother Rod. It might not be right to really ball Rod-even though 
they'd done almost everything short of it during the last year-but Jim 
Nelson was something else. If only he wasn't so hesitant. 

Candy knew he was a little frightened of her, even while looking at her body 
every chance he got when thinking she wasn't aware of it. From the first 
day, when she was wearing a tight sweater and hot pants, Jim had noticed she 
was quite a mature girl. Most of her schoolmates had small knobs for 
breasts; Candy measured thirty-four inches stark naked. She was only five 
feet five, with a bouncy, rounded body, narrow at the waist. She had let her 
hair grow long, falling in flowing lines over her shoulders, down to the 
middle of her back. The thrilling awareness that all males found her sexy 
wasn't enough. The children-and they were, in her mind-her age were 
pimple-faced kids, frightened of any girl. The older guys were a little 
chicken taking on a girl who was only fourteen. If they only knew what she 
knew about sex. 

And Candy knew a lot more than most girls even older than herself. Some 
bragged about balling boys. She'd already, in a few short weeks, learned all 
about some at the new school-especially that flat-boobed Nancy Harrison who 
had a reputation of spreading her legs for any cock willing to fuck. Candy 
was jealous of the girl-but only because she got so much sex. The girl was 
stupid, and a slut-like her mother was supposed to be. The school tramp. 
Every guy old enough to want pussy got around to fucking her at least once. 

Candy's game, though, was more sophisticated. She'd done everything but 
screw her brother, feeling his balls, prick, jacking it off, now and then 
even going down on it. But, somehow, that wasn't what she really craved. A 
brother was a brother. 

And a boy was a boy. 

She wanted a Man! 

Right now, though, she wanted to see just how far it was possible to drive 
Jim Nelson up the wall. Maybe he'd even let her get a real hold of his 
hard-on. She'd teach him a trick or so; even if she hadn't fucked. She was 
sure Jim at least had screwed that Harrison slut. The only thing she'd 
gotten from Jim, so far, was a real healthy, hot tongue kiss. That had 
happened a couple of times. The first one was a week ago. They'd been 
playing out by the pool, and she had been teasing him a lot with her body. 
Somehow the conversation got around to girls, dating, and kissing. 

"Bet you don't know how to kiss a girl," she'd challenged. It hadn't been 
difficult to push him into proving he could, but he hadn't expected her to 
open her mouth. 

Candy shivered in excitement, her vividly active young mind already 
beginning to picture what could happen this evening with Jim. She could 
almost feel his cock in her mouth. 

Slipping out of the pool, sitting on the edge, looking at Jim, she mentally 
pictured what she'd seen one night, several years before: her first 
real-action view of sex. 

Her dad and mother were in the den, naked, the room dark. They didn't know 
she was peeking through the window, standing outside on the patio. At first, 
Candy couldn't understand what was happening, though some school kids had 
talked about what men and women did to one another. She only knew the man 
stuck his "thing" in a woman's "thing" and that's how babies were made and 
it was supposed to be fun. Her mother was naked, legs spread wide apart. Her 
father, equally nude, had his face smothered between her thighs, eating 
pussy-as Candy later learned to call it. From the way they were acting, it 
was obvious each was really having one hell of a ball. Between her father's 
legs she saw a huge rod; a big, fully erect prick. Pam was moaning in 
ecstasy, as if agonized, trembling. Suddenly she arched up, gasped, then 
moments later sank down. Jack Douglas stood, said something. Pam sat up, 
grabbed at his thighs and to Candy's amazement started furiously sucking on 
the bloated cock between his legs. She'd continued doing this while Jack 
groaned in pleasure. After a while the two of them lay on the sofa, and 
Candy watched as her father expertly slipped his cock deep into her mother's 
cunt and started churning away. 

For days, weeks, months after that Candy had wondered when the baby would 
come. Later she learned that it didn't always happen like that, and in fact 
there were ways to keep from getting knocked up. 

Later, when she started playing games with Rod, when they were left home 
alone, she learned just how much fun it was to let somebody get their mouth 
on her then all-but hairless pussy or to take a prick in her mouth and suck 
until it started cumming. That first time she'd been a little frightened 
about getting the cum in her mouth but learned it was delicious. 

Now, looking down at Jim Nelson, she parted her thighs. He was swimming very 
close. Naughtily, she grinned at him, when he looked directly at where her 
pussy was hidden under the skimpy pink bikini bottom. 

"What you looking at, Jimmy?" she demanded, wiggling her rounded shoulders 
so the swelling breasts jerked in the tight fitting top, which she wanted 
desperately to rip off. 

"You," he admitted, then looked away. 

"Didn't you like what you saw?" she challenged, disappointed. It was going 
to be terribly difficult to get him so he wasn't scared silly to think of 
her as a real female-like he thought of Nancy-but he'd think she was better, 
far better. She was more beautiful, mature. He'd have a surprise coming when 
he learned just how willing she was to get his cock naked and what she 
wanted to do so badly with it. 

God, her mind screamed, desperate to find a way to start things with Jim. 
She simply wasn't experienced enough to know exactly how to go about 
seducing a male but she simply had to learn. Why couldn't kids just strip 
and run around naked, do the whole screwing thing? Then she'd be able to see 
all the cocks jumping around between the boys' legs, getting hard, and the 
boys could watch her boobs dancing and bouncy, the way Rod told her guys 
liked. She'd learned a lot about how boys felt about a girl's body. One of 
her best girlfriends, before they'd moved here to live, had admitted to 
fucking a college guy, claiming his dick was the best thing in the world and 
ever since then Candy had been desperate to try it out. 

Oh, would I like getting "Uncle" Frank, she thought, trembling at the idea. 
And Frank can't keep his eyes off me. I bet he wants my pussy ... I sure bet 
he does ... . 

As Jim swam back toward her, Candy said: "That girl you were talking to the 
other day ... isn't she fast?" Candy thrust her breasts forward and again 
parted her thighs real wide. His eyes widened as her boobs swelled around 
the bikini top. "What do you mean?" 

"I heard she fucks." Saying that thrilled Candy but seeing the shocked 
expression on his face was even more voluptuously exciting. She could feel a 
tingling convulsive heat burst like an explosion in her pussy. 

"Oh, come on, we're alone. Don't you know that word?" 

"Sure. Who doesn't?" 

"Then what does it mean?" she demanded. "I bet you don't even know." 

"Sure I do ... are you kidding? I'm just surprised you do ... just a kid." 

"I'm not!" 

"No? You're only fourteen." 

"You aren't looking at me like I was a kid. I'm better looking than that 
girl you were talking to ... and I have bigger tits. Have you fucked her?" 

He gasped in surprise, face flushed, then he managed to say: "What business 
is that of yours?" 

"Just wondering. She isn't pretty ... or even sexy looking. I bet you think 
I'm much sexier." 

"What would you know?" 

"A lot more than you think. Remember, I surprised you with that French kiss 
... and I know a lot more than that, too." 

"Shit. You're just a fucking tease, that's all ... and you shouldn't be with 
that body." 

"Oh, you do think I'm sexy, then?" 

"Sure...." 

"Was she any good?" 

"What?" 

"You know what I'm talking about. Was that ... Nancy any good? At fucking, 
you jerk." 

"What brought that on?" He was getting a little more bold, but still a bit 
frightened, uncertain about Candy. But his eyes were devouring her body so 
lustfully that she knew he really wished he could fuck her. 

"I just wondered ... bet I'd be better." 

"Come on, Candy, you're just a kid." 

"Wanna bet? Just try me...." 

He continued staring at her, treading water, only a couple of yards away. 

Candy pushed herself into the pool in front of him, got her arms about his 
neck, moved her body close so she could press her pussy against his crotch. 

"See," she said against his lips, hugging close, breasts pumping on his 
chest. "See ... I know more than you think ... and your dick isn't very 
hard, is it?" 

It was, though, very hard. And Candy reached down with one hand and grabbed 
at his trunks, at the crotch. 

"What're you doing?" he cried in alarm. 

"Frightened?" she mocked. " 'Fraid I might rape you ... or something?" She 
pushed away then, suddenly unsure what to do next. 

"Come on, Candy ... will you stop it?" 

His words were pleading, but in a desperation that excited and thrilled 
Candy. She was getting to him, and good. Still treading water she turned, 
again facing the boy. 

"Wanna skinny dip?" 

"Come on. ... " But now the expression on his face was open eagerness-mixed 
with only a slight shading of fear. 

"Let's!" she decided, already swimming to the edge of the pool. With one 
hand on the side, she removed the top of the bikini, freeing those lush 
young breasts which floated sensually in the water, the hardening cherry 
pink nipples tight little knots. 

"Hey!" Jim fairly screamed. 

"Chicken?" 

"You don't know what you're doing," he protested in a husky voice. "Don't 
I?" 

Candy now pulled herself up out of the water, stood, turned and faced Jim 
with her naked breasts thrusting out in all their glory for him to gape at. 

"Bet your dick's really hard now. I bet you really would just love loving up 
my tits, wouldn't you?" 

"Come on, Candy ... don't do that...." 

Her fingers were already beginning to push the bikini bottom off, revealing 
the top hairs of her pussy. 

"Don't you want to see all of me? I bet you do ... just like I can't wait to 
see your hard-on." 

"My God, Candy ... what do you want from me?" 

"Exactly what you gave that slut ... the Harrison girl." She stepped out of 
the bikini and then stood boldly, legs slightly spread. "Wouldn't you like 
doing it to me?" 

"You don't even know what you're talking about." "Hell I don't. Fucking. But 
it'll have to be our secret, if you really want me." He was still gaping at 
her. 

"I know what to do with a boy's cock ... I really know more than you think 
... regardless." 

"Damn if I don't think you do..." he cursed, now treading water in front of 
her, hands on the poolside, looking directly up into her pussy. Candy's 
cunt-lips were spread wide, dripping from the pool-water and glistening from 
the cum she'd had at getting undressed in front of him. Now that they'd gone 
this far, Candy knew the rest would be easy. 

"Come on, strip and we can swim around a little ... then ... maybe I will 
actually let you do it to me." 

"You're a fucking tease," he blurted out. 

"And you're just a fucking chicken and I bet you didn't even screw that girl 
... I know you didn't. Bet all you do is jack off, thinking about some girl 
... like a kid." 

The fact was, he had been jacking off, thinking about Candy, for days. If it 
hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have gone to Nancy Harrison to get his nuts 
off. She was the school slut. 

And his Aunt Sherry was too involved with some stud to be bothered with him 
right now. 

"Come, don't be chicken," Candy demanded. 

"What if somebody sees us?" Jim suggested, for the first time indicating his 
desire to do exactly what Candy was suggesting. 

"They won't, and you know it. They're gone for the evening and Mommy won't 
be back soon enough, you better believe that. Probably out to get herself 
screwed." 

"Christ, you're fantastic!" Jim cried, eyes racing up and down her body. 

"Then come here and prove it. Show me what you have so hard and large under 
those trunks." 

She stepped back and Jim got out of the pool. They stood there for a moment 
staring at one another, then she reached out and touched his crotch. "Come 
on, let me see it. You've looked long enough." 

Candy was trembling. She'd never acted like this with a boy in her life. 
With Rod it was different; her brother-and they didn't tease one another. 
But this was the first time she'd been living in the same house with another 
teenage male. It made things easier than with a date. Some dates had tried 
to get their hands on her boobs, but that's as far as things ever went. It 
had been frustrating to Candy. 

Now, Jim was almost as determined as she. 

Yet he hesitated when she withdrew her fingers from the exciting hard shaft 
under his trunks. 

"Are you sure ... you know ... what you're ... doing?" 

"Why don't you find out?" She laughed, hands on hips. 

"Your mother ... what would she say...? " 

"Fuck my mother ... and I bet you'd like to, too ... at that." She laughed 
at her own play on words, but felt a pang of jealousy, realizing that Pam 
Douglas was a too attractive and young-looking woman and that Jim had stared 
longingly at her almost as much as he had at Candy. 

Without a word, Jim started hesitantly removing his trunks, then stopped, 
just as the tip of his bulging young cock revealed itself above the trunks. 

"Come on ... let me see it ... come on ... chicken...." she taunted. 

"Damn you." His voice was choked with emotion and he fairly ripped off his 
trunks. 

Then, cock sticking up like a magnificent big pole, the head very large, 
bigger and more mature than Rod's, he started toward Candy, wanton, almost 
insane lust in his blue eyes. 

Laughing, trembling with desire, Candy made a head-long dive into the pool. 

She swam under the surface until reaching the other side. Gasping for air, 
she grabbed at the pool, turned and was thrillingly surprised when Jim came 
up in front of her, naked as a newly born child. 

They were both sputtering and for the first time each laughed in joy and 
delight. The ice was broken. She could hardly wait. 

"Gee, Candy, I can't believe this," he exploded, hands against the pool on 
either side of her. 

"Believe this, though," she offered, reaching under the water with her right 
hand and finding his still big cock, which had softened only slightly 
because of the shock of the cool water. 

Her fingers folded expertly about his prick and pulled on it, thumb pressing 
on the meaty head. 

"Candy," he almost hissed in pleasure. 

"Isn't that really what you wanted?" 

"Sure," he admitted, bold now that it was mutually accepted they would be 
having one hell of a sexy ball. "This is great." 

"Want a surprise?" she asked, still moving her hand up and down on his cock, 
which was beginning to really get stiff. 

"What?" 

"You'll see." Candy immediately ducked under the water and even with her 
eyes closed found the head of his erect prick with her lips, which parted as 
she filled her mouth with his meaty prong. She gave his' cock a voluptuously 
long suck, letting her tongue press against the underside, stroking slowly 
back and forth. She did this for only a moment, then reluctantly released 
him, surfaced, sucking in a gasp of air, then saying: "Surprised?" 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. 

"Is that all you can say?" Her fingers squeezed, tugged his cock urgently. 
"Where'd you learn that?" "From Rod ... mostly." "Your brother?" He sounded 
really amazed. 

"Sure ... why not? I haven't fucked him, though ... but I'd just love doing 
it with yours." She squeezed his dick again to make the point more 
meaningful. 

"I can't believe it." 

"Don't then." She pouted, released his cock, dipped under the water, swam 
around his body and surfaced several yards away. "If that's the way you feel 
about it ... then let's forget the whole thing." 

She swam toward the shallow end of the pool, then stood, pussy above the 
water, hands on hips, facing Jim, challenging. 

"Well?" she demanded. 

Immediately he swam toward her and when he was within reach stood, grabbing 
at Candy's body, but she stepped back, turned, rushed to the edge of the 
pool and started climbing out, but Jim was just as quick and his hand 
grabbed at her shoulder. 

"Come on, you can't cop out now," he objected. 

Giggling, she asked: "Who said I was? You don't want it in the pool, do 
you?" 

He laughed at that, now completely taking up her mood. The two of them 
hurried out of the pool together and then stood there on the cool cement, 
unsure. 

"Where?" he finally said. 

"On the beach towel," she said and reached down and gave his nuts a quick 
squeeze. She had ran to the towel, spreading it out more evenly, then lay 
down on her back, thighs parted, legs bent in open offering. 

Candy was in a state of erotic daze, not quite believing what was about to 
happen. She looked up at Jim who was gaping down at her, mouth open, eyes 
wide, tongue licking his lips, body dripping from the pool water. His cock 
jerked and twitched as he continued to gaze at the sensual offering so 
boldly spread out for him to simply take. 

"Come on, aren't you going to join me?" 

"I ... I ... Gosh, Candy ... what if they found out?" 

"They won't ... if you don't tell them." 

Frustrated a moment later, Candy sat up, her face almost brushing against 
his crotch. On impulse she grabbed at his boy's cock and pulled the head 
down, opened her mouth and stuck the prong in. As Candy's lips curled about 
his prick, Jim gasped in surprise. 

Candy had learned how to really please a cock with her mouth through 
experimentation with Rod. Now she let her tongue push Jim's generous 
foreskin back, exposing the sensitive area just beyond the beefy crown. 
Rolling her tongue back slightly, so the tip touched and could easily stroke 
that silken place men love being caressed, she started to lingeringly move 
up and down, back and forth on it, while her lips began a rhythmic sucking 
action on the shaft. 

"Ohhh ... Gooood ... Cannnndy ... Uhhh," he moaned in pleasure as she gave 
him a few more caressing licks and more forceful sucks. 

Then Candy released Jim's rod, looked up, said: "Got the idea? Wanna do it a 
little to me, too, now?" 

His face blanched and for the first time Candy guessed that his sexual 
experience might have been limited. 

"Go down on you?" he choked. "Why not? Haven't you done that?" "Have I?" 

Those words said it all and Candy knew he wasn't a jerk after all and might 
even be better than she'd expected. 

Laying back on the towel, Candy spread her legs wide, writhed slightly, hips 
arched, pussy tingling at the very thought of having his mouth and lips 
against it. She hadn't been sucked by Rod for some time and the idea of Jim 
doing it-an older boy who just might have had a little more experience than 
her brother-was just too much. She was almost cumming at the very thought. 

Then as Jim knelt between her thighs, hands coming down to stroke their 
lovely firm shapes, Candy gasped, arched up, shivering in voluptuous need. 

Then the young boy leaned over, eyes fascinated by the glistening, silky 
valley between her parted hairy pussy-lips. 

"God, Candy, you're beautiful," he almost sobbed, breathing hotly against 
her cunt. 

"Oh, kiss me ... kiss me ... suck it ... love it ... oh, Jimmy ... eat me 
good ... I can't wait ... oh, lick my pussy good...." she moaned, then 
reached out with both hands, grabbing at his head, smothering his face 
against her highly arched pussy. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The Swing Bar was a wildly decorated place. Dark. Posters on the walls, 
signs: WE'RE HERE TO HAVE FUN; DON'T BE SHY, WE ALL WANT COMPANY. 

There were fish nets hanging from the wall. A Spanish-style bar, dark wood, 
small tables, a dance floor. She'd had three martinis by herself at first, 
then this man walked over and asked if she'd like to dance. The hard rock 
music playing from the bandstand was loud, too noisy to really hear 
conversation. But that wasn't necessary. Body movements was all that 
counted. One broad with huge tits did everything to make it quite apparent 
she wasn't wearing a bra, letting them bounce furiously under the tight 
sweater. It was a place that smelled sex, screamed erotic tease, making a 
person hot to get picked up. 

The whole purpose of the place was to get a sexual partner for the night; a 
quick, easy screw-job. And the man she was dancing with was bulky, in his 
thirties, a bullish man with a startlingly thick neck, and as she was soon 
to learn, a thick, short prick which was to almost frighten her. Even while 
dancing, when doing the slow stuff, she'd been aware of the hard dick flesh 
pressing against her, rubbing back and forth. She's slipped a thigh between 
his legs, giving his cock a real seductive working over. It fairly throbbed. 
The martini made her drunk with sexual need. She couldn't wait to get out of 
the place, fuck his screwing cock right off. 

She had forgotten all about talking to the owner about a job and 
half-admitted to herself she'd really never planned on doing so-at least not 
this evening. 

Finally the man suggested splitting. The place was filled with singles, now 
almost groping at one another in the semi-darkness, men getting hands on 
ass, breasts; pussy and cock rubbing. Screwing with clothes on. 

He never suggested a motel, merely stopped by a store and got the whiskey, 
then found a nice motel, drove in, got a room. They really hadn't talked 
much about anything. Both knew what the other was after, nothing else 
counted. 

While waiting in the car, while he checked into the motel, Pam felt a 
nervous fear. It was the first time she'd ever picked up a stranger. What 
would he be like? Good? Brutal? Shrugging, Pam told herself it didn't really 
matter at all. 

It was either get fucked by some nameless stud who wouldn't blab-and 
probably never see her again-or be tempted beyond control to do something 
she'd be sorry for-for the rest of her life. She was a healthy woman, 
needing a good supply of sex. 

She thought about Jim Nelson, about Candy and the young boy alone at the 
house, but shrugged off her teasing fears. If they wanted to fuck they could 
always find a time and place. Right now she needed cock so bad it hurt. 

Actually, Pam realized, this was the first time in her life that she was 
free to fuck any cock willing to take her on. Before marriage she'd refused 
to screw men. Only Jack got to her. A few months before they'd married, he 
had taken her to a party where booze was flowing. She'd gotten drunk. The 
next thing she knew they were parked in his car at Henderson's Point. Up to 
that time she had only gone as far as jacking him off, sucking his cock. 
That night, though, she'd let herself go. They were engaged, anyway. And a 
lot of girls her age screwed even casual dates. The drinks were responsible 
for her erotic mood. That night they'd started necking passionately the 
minute he'd parked the car. His hands were pawing at her breasts, eagerly, 
anxious, demanding, then one quickly slid down to her thighs and pussy. 
Almost immediately she'd found herself unzipping his fly, eager to feel the 
throbbing cock which had so thrillingly rubbed against her while they had 
danced at the party. Her cunt was flowing in its sexual juices and when his 
fingers slipped up her skirt, then worked their way under the panties 
against that heated slit, she'd arched up against them, almost sobbing in 
total ecstasy. When that finger slipped into the juicy hole, thrusting 
against her swollen clit, she fairly melted, helpless. She never knew how he 
managed to get her panties completely off. Suddenly she felt the delicious 
movement of a hard prick sliding up and down against her pussy. It was an 
experience she'd never had before that moment and there was no stopping them 
after that. 

It all happened very fast, without any style; a fumbling awkward quickie 
that was orgastically thrilling. She'd been told how the first fuck a girl 
got was highly painful. For Pam, though, it was the most beautifully 
wonderful experience in her young life. When the young hard cock suddenly 
slipped easily, almost by accident, into the entrance of her flaming buttery 
cunt, she cried out, automatically lifting up, driving the big broad 
cockhead and pulsing shaft all the way in, right through her cherry like a 
steel spear. An instant of pain, that was all, accented by a cry from their 
young throats; then ecstasy and more orgastic ecstasy, climbing and 
climbing, higher and higher with every movement of their bodies. 

"Oooooohooooo, ahhhh ... honnnnnneey," Jack had moaned as his prick slipped 
in and out of her virginally tight pussy. 

"Jack ... oh, God ... ughaaaa ... ah ... ohhhhh, God, God ... honnney ... 
Jack ... I ... can't ... oh ... God...." she cried, fairly sobbing on the 
words every time his cock penetrated her tortured cunt. 

Suddenly the young male thrust powerfully down, he groaned, and she felt his 
prick thicken, get longer, then that heavenly jerking as his massive cock 
moved convulsively, spilling the warm cum juices in quick, squirting spurts 
again and again into her cunt. 

"God, I'm cummmming ... oh, honey ... I'm reallly ... cumming. . . " he 
cried as his cock continued pumping all his cream into her willing, 
responding hole. 

When it was all over and he'd lifted away, she stared down in an erotic daze 
at the glistening limp cock that had given her such a surprising orgasm. 
She'd never known it could be so good and wondered what she had been waiting 
for. Sex was so easy, simply normal, natural, the best. She'd reached out 
and started caressing his cock, watched as the rod started responding to her 
stroking fingers. Then she had suddenly stopped, realizing in shock what had 
happened. He hadn't worn a rubber. All the fears her mother had bashed into 
her mind flooded through it like a torrent of terror. 

They'd driven home in silence, both frightened. 

The expected-what they feared most-happened. But since they had wanted to 
get married in any case, it didn't seem important-only a blessing. Now they 
could screw all they wanted to. And their early sex-life had been great. 
Neither was hung-up about doing anything together. The first time he'd 
fucked her ass she'd gone out of her skull and thought she'd never want 
anything else. But almost immediately she was hungry to suck his cock and 
pussy-fuck it, too. Her sexual drives were powerful-and finally even more 
powerful than Jack's as the years passed. But as time went by, Pam learned 
to control her need, and the love she felt for their two children helped to 
distract the driving desire for a good healthy screwing from Jack's cock. 
Her husband worked hard, and harder, but never seemed to get ahead fast 
enough. They spent more money than they had. Medical bills added to their 
debts. The years passed. Under the pressure of marriage, being a mother, the 
responsibility of making ends meet, paying the mortgage on the house, 
feeding a family, Pam had managed to dam-up her sexual cravings. When they 
did get around to screwing, Jack's cock didn't last as long as it used to. 
He was exhausted from the strain of work, of making things hold together. In 
the last years she'd excused his lack of sexual power and interest in her as 
merely a reaction to over-work. When she'd learned he was cheating, it was 
too much. The dam broke, burst, flooding her with erotic needs, emotional 
hungers, self-doubts, that it had been easy, in the end, to submit to the 
young teenager. The resulting shock had numbed Pam. She'd been numbed so 
violently that only the torture of wanting Jim Nelson's young body had 
sparked the erotic craving for a man's cock to the point where she'd lowered 
herself to picking up a stranger, a bull-like stud. And she didn't care. 

More than that, she thrilled, was overwhelmed. Excited. At last, for the 
first time she was swinging, having an all-out orgy with a strange cock. And 
that was all this stud was. A fucking prick to screw and forget, to possess 
in her mouth, pussy and ass. 

The man returned, and she followed him to one of the rooms. The motel was 
nice, pleasant, the room had a king-size bed. At least, Pam decided, 
pleased, this stud isn't cheap! 

The instant the door was closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms and 
she felt the hardness of his pecker press urgently against her damp pussy. 

How she wanted that cock. 

Pam moved her hips eagerly against the man's prick as their lips met, open, 
tongues surging furiously against one another. It was a long, panting kiss. 
The taste of the man's tongue, as she sucked it deep in her mouth a long 
moment before the first embrace broke, made her heady and even more drunk 
with lusting passion. Her head was swimming, dazed. It was difficult to 
think. All she wanted now was a prick to fuck. His cock was so hard, and it 
jerked anxiously against her thigh, which she'd pressed firmly between his 
legs, rubbing at that hard prong. 

One hand was on her ass, the other pawing at her left breast as they broke 
from the kiss long enough to catch their breath. 

"What boobs you got, baby," he complimented. "Classy. Always went for big 
ones. Nothing like getting some meat in your hands or mouth. Come ... have a 
drink?" 

She was more eager for cock than booze now. 

"You really thirsty?" she asked. He grinned at her lush body. 

"You've sure got heavy boobs. Look as great naked?" he wondered aloud. 

"Wanna see, big boy?" she asked. Instantly an image of Jim's young body 
formed before her mind. 

Pam lifted her sweater high over her head, tossing it across the room with a 
wild laugh of pleasure at the expression on the man's deep-set eyes, which 
were gaping at the way the tight black lace bra squeezed about the bulging 
swells of her 44-inch boobs. She wondered how Jim would react seeing her 
like this. 

Reaching around to the back of her bra, she unclasped it and then slowly, 
teasingly, she lowered one strap, letting the right cup fall away from a 
bulging, lush breast that didn't drop even a fraction. 

The man gasped in surprise. "Hell, where'd you get the operation?" 

"Don't need it, big boy. Exercise." 

"Then them women should all do it, baby." He was holding the bottle of 
whiskey in his hands like a gigantic cock. 

"Open the bottle," she suggested, slowly lowering the other strap to give 
him a total sight of both boobs, then dropped the bra. Reaching out and 
taking the open bottle from the man's hands, she raised the end to her 
mouth, running the point of her tongue around the tip, as if it were a man's 
cock, winking suggestively at him. Then lifting the bottle, she mouthed the 
end as if sucking prick and gulped some of the raw whiskey, like it was cum. 

With her other hand she reached to the man's crotch and daringly opened his 
fly, slipped her fingers in and stroked the hard pulsing cock under the 
jocks. 

"Why don't you undress, big boy, and let me see what you really have to 
offer a woman?" 

"Just let me get onto those tits you have," he said, taking the bottle from 
her hand and placing it on the bed stand. As he did this, his other hand was 
already on her magnificently formed left breast. Facing her, the man got 
hold of her other boob and started sensually fondling them, tits against his 
palm, squeezing, caressing them with loving care, then more lustfully as her 
hands started working on his pants, opening them, getting his hard cock out, 
stroking the shaft, pulling the foreskin back to expose the swollen rod. 

"What tits, baby, the best." 

"What a cock ... so thick ... I don't know if I can handle it," she moaned, 
panting against his caressing palms and fingers. 

"I'll get it in and do you up brown," he promised. 

It was the first time he indicated what was to follow. She only half 
realized the meaning of that statement. 

Before it was possible to say anything more, his lips were sucking 
furiously, almost savagely on her breasts, moving from one to the other as 
he knelt before her. At first it seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her 
nipples and Pam became hotter and hotter until she was gasping in need, 
desperately wanting the feel of his thick meaty prick pumping her mouth or 
cunt. 

Panting, she started removing her skirt. When it fell to the floor she stuck 
her fingers under the black lacy bikini panties, drawing them down. 

The instant she exposed her pussy, the man was immediately aware of this 
offering and his lips reluctantly left her straining breasts, his tongue 
lashing down across Pam's belly, into her navel, then like a starving animal 
smothering itself down along her fully flushed pussy-lips, glistening in 
cum, parted wide, ready for a man's lips, tongue, cock. 

He tongued, licked, lapping her like a dog, sucking furiously as he probed 
that tiny moist point into her cunt, against the hurting, swelled clit that 
demanded cock. 

She was hugging his mouth to her, embracing his head in tense hands, her 
fingers clutching his long black hair. 

"Yessss ... oh ... eat ... me ... oh ... that ... ohhhh ... yessss ... eat 
it ... suck me ... oh, I'm gonna ... cuuummmm!" 

She was grinding her pussy against his thrashing face, smothering those 
sucking lips and licking tongue with the juicy lips of her pussy as he 
thrust against her clit faster, devouring the cum that seemed to ooze out 
like a man's fountaining prick. 

Shuddering in a multiple climax, she continued embracing him until, while 
still panting, she knew it was time for the main event. 

Somehow she turned, facing the bed, leaned over, presenting her fanny to 
him. Pam wasn't sure who had suggested this position or if neither of them 
had. It just seemed the logical thing to do. He was stripping away his pants 
and she wanted cock so bad that this seemed the quickest way to get it. 

Then he came at her. 

His prick was moistly ramming rhythmically against her ass-hole, attempting 
to work itself between the willing tight muscles. 

She was quivering, her bun-hole screaming for cock. But before she was to 
really feel the heavenly sensation of penetration there, the man did the 
unexpected, by sliding the end of his lovely prick down between her 
ass-cheeks and making two rabbit-like thrusts into her juicy cunt. 

"God ... oh, shit," she screamed in sudden orgasm at his surprising attack. 

She heard two sounds from his with each thrust: "Holly ... uhhhahhghhh." 

Then he withdrew, moved back, sliding his cock up and expertly placing the 
point against her ass-hole. This time, moistened by her cum-juice, he thrust 
swiftly, like a powerfully charging bull, ramming his massive prong all the 
way into her bung hole to the root, his balls ramming tight against her ass. 

She screamed in ecstasy, her hips grinding, causing his rod to create such 
voluptuous sensations that she was cumming again, and again... 

"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh..." Her voice screamed a pulsing beat, 
matching the multiple climaxes. And he'd merely thrust it all the way in, 
letting her grind his rod around with her churning ass. 

Quaking, trembling, Pam almost passed out. 

Then explosions really started screaming through every nerve in her body as 
he began to match her circling action with rapid thrusts of his short, thick 
cock, pushing it in, pulling it almost out, then in. Her anal muscles kept 
gripping as she continued to have one cum after another. 

When she felt his fingers reach around to get at her cunt, into that 
dripping hole, the other hand cupping one swinging breast, Pam had a moment 
of total ecstasy so complete and horrifying that she believed her heart 
stopped beating. 

His cock kept ramming bull-like at her, thrusting, hammering, attacking, in 
and out, pushing and pulling. His three fingers moved into her pussy every 
time his big prong lifted away slightly, then she'd feel his finger-fuck 
withdraw as that cock entered the back door. He gave her breast a harsh, 
voluptuously thrilling clutch each time fingers or cock entered her body. 
The triple stimulation was too much. She was cumming all over, in every 
place. The only thing lacking was a throbbing cock to suck and tongue with 
her mouth. How she hungered for a prick to chew on until it was fountaining 
cum into her mouth, down her throat. 

All at once she felt the man's prick get bigger, stretching the contracted 
anal muscles gripping so furiously about its bulky shaft. It seemed that 
prong lengthened, then it was rippling, jerking, streaming hot fiery juice 
up her hungry, greedy ass. 

"Uggg." Squirt, jerk. "Ohhh, huggg..." Squirt. 

His hips were brutally hitting at her ass, then they rammed so powerfully at 
her that she fell forward on the bed, the man dropping heavily, his cock 
still gripped deeply in her ass-hole. 

One powerful jerk sent another squirting spasm of hot sticky cum into her, 
then he groaned, pulled his shitty cock free and rolled over on the bed, 
panting, gasping in the aftermath of their fucking. 

It was some time before Pam could even move. She floated in a dream-like 
world, her body sated in the pleasure of such a beautifully fulfilling 
orgasm. Then like waking from a nightmare, she mentally pictured Jim, and 
for a moment believed it was his young, lovely body next to her on the bed. 

In that instant a flash of ecstasy flushed up through her eager nerves, 
craving more screwing cock. Then panic, fear, horror flooded in as she 
remembered the truth. Sitting up, stunned, startled by the fact she needed a 
cock even more than before, realizing that some long-restrained dam of 
carnal desire had been broken, Pam shuddered, sick with the overpowering 
urges ramming through every nerve. 

Desperate, wanting to escape the erotic desire for Jim Nelson, for even the 
joy of introducing her own son to sex, Pam turned, fell on top of the man 
who had really screwed her up brown and then some. She got her pussy down 
against his cock, rubbing furiously at it again and again. 

The man moaned, eyes opened, then he grinned, knowingly. 

"What's wrong, baby, want another fucking? Where, in your mouth or pussy?" 

Something about his statement sent a chill through her body. 

She froze. 

Then insanity took possession. 

Not even realizing it, Pam got his cock between her lips and started 
feasting, not caring, not even aware of who she was, who this prick was, 
what she was doing. She rode on sensations, running, screaming, frightened 
from her sick perverted hungers. Somehow she mentally blocked out what she 
was doing as well as the unwanted and overwhelming desire for Jim-and ... 
another boy she couldn't even recognize-wouldn't allow herself to try 
remembering. 

The next hours were a blur, an endless escape from all sanity. 

This wasn't Pam, who had been a virginal teenager; nor was it Pam the young 
woman who learned that the best thing in life was a man's cock; nor the 
mother who had learned to channel all of her emotional and finally sexual 
and physical needs in love for two children; nor was it the mature 
35-year-old divorcee who had discovered a perverted hunger, a driving need 
for young teenage boys-who had only vaguely recognized a longing for her own 
son's prick. This being, this thing, this cunt was nothing but an animal, 
insane for sex, for a cock, no matter who was presenting it to her just as 
long as it was a stranger.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The instant before Jim's mouth came down on Candy's aching pussy, she 
remembered how many times in the past her brother Rod had done such things 
to her and wondered how different it might be with Jim. For a moment her 
mind was flashing through the past years, blurring through a series of 
images, some of an erotic nature with Rod, others of the girls who had told 
about the pleasures of a man's cock. 

"You gotta be careful at first, 'cause it'll hurt, but after that, once your 
not a virgin..." 

"There's ways to make sure you don't get hurt the first time..." 

"I've used a carrot ... better yet ... a hot dog." 

She couldn't remember all the girl's who had told her those things, but the 
voices screamed in her head. 

She had finger-fucked herself a lot, so had Rod. She'd felt the wall of 
resistance. One afternoon, alone, she'd taken a carrot and looked 
wonderingly at its long tapered shape. With a knife she'd shaped the end so 
it was rounded, but still small. In the bathroom, closing and locking the 
door, she stripped sitting on the toilet stool, her legs spread. Then she'd 
inserted it into her pussy. It was quite an experience, but she'd first 
stretched, then broken through her cherry. That was months ago, a little 
before Mommy and Daddy had divorced. Now she was glad she'd done this. 
Chances were that Jim's cock wouldn't hurt, wouldn't make her bleed. She'd 
have the best damn first-fuck any girl in the world ever had with a young 
man. 

An image of "Uncle" Frank-she simply couldn't think of him as her 
step-grandfather-flashed through her mind. One afternoon she'd been alone in 
the den with him, a little drunk, and he'd said in a half-whisper, "You're 
such a lovely young girl ... a damn shame." She'd asked what he meant, but 
had known, and felt a voluptuous thrill at the sudden spark of desire that 
flashed in his eyes. This raw lust went quickly into hiding. "Oh, nothing 
... but ... you and your mother are really beautiful women." 

She'd smirked, then boldly said: "You mean I'm sexy and you get..." That was 
as far as Candy had gone. She rushed from the room, embarrassed but hardly 
ashamed. Later, while in her bed, she was fingering her pussy, thinking 
about Frank and wondering what it would be like to fuck him. 

Someday ... she had told herself, it might be fun to find out. 

All these thoughts were suddenly cut out of existence by the touch of Jim's 
lips, planting a very tender and expertly skilled kiss on her pussy. 

"Ohhh, Jimmmmy..." she moaned. 

"Mmmmmmm," he said against her moist cunt, his lips parting, his tongue 
sticking quickly into her slippery slit. 

Oh, Jimmy, you're so good, so good, so good, she thought, as his tongue 
moved in and out, his lips sucking on her. 

Candy licked her tingling lips. She thought about how Rod's cock had felt 
between them, how great it was to suck on a prong, and she wanted Jim's dick 
in her mouth; but didn't know how to get it there without continuing to have 
his mouth on her snatch. 

Candy hadn't learned about 69's, but all at once her active mind wondered if 
it was possible for two people to go down on each other at the same time. 
That thought came only after thinking how much fun it would be if Rod was 
there, too, so she could suck his cock. 

"Jimmmy ... ohhhh ... Jimmmy..." Candy orgastically sobbed. 

She arched up, frantically grinding against his mouth, then cried in 
anguished pleasure, experiencing a quick, delicious cum. He lifted, 
grinning, his mouth smeared with her cunt juices. 

"like that?" he asked. 

"Oh, Jimmmmy ... it was wonderful. Where'd you learn to do that?" 

"Oh ... I learned ... you'd be surprised from who...." 

"Oh, it was fantastic ... can't we do it some more? No, let me ... suck you 
... oh, no ... I want more ... of that ... oh, I wish there were two of you 
... one in my mouth and one to do that to me ... and..." She sighed at the 
very thought. 

"We could do a 69, you know." 

She could hardly wait. For the first time since her mother's divorce, Candy 
felt a real feeling of being needed. She'd been terribly lonely and lost. 
Now Candy realized things might be really swinging, if they could just hit 
it off right. If he'd only not be so cocky, now that he knew he had her 
going and she was willing to go all the way and then some. 

"Don't you want to do it that way?" 

"What way?" she asked. 

"We could both eat each other, it's wild." 

"Yes ... let's ... oh, no..." She almost had a cum at the thought. Then 
another idea frightened her. If he had a cum, he might not be able to screw 
her. 

She started trembling slightly, then said in a weak voice, "Yes ... " 

"Aunt Sherry showed me this one," he blurted out, straddling her head with 
his thighs, presenting the hard moist tip of his cock just above her lips. 

"You're aunt?" 

"Sure, she's the best ... taught me a lot of things," he bragged. Then as if 
afraid he'd said too much, "You won't say anything about that, will you?" 

"Not if you're good to me, I won't," she promised, now realizing she had a 
hold on his nuts, but good. 

Jim leaned over Candy's pussy, his hands on either side of her thighs. 

Candy instinctively lifted her legs and gripped them about his head, drawing 
those lips against her juicy pussy as she reached up and stroked his prick 
with tiny fingers. He surged downward slightly and she felt the tip of his 
moist cock, which had apparently had a cum, touch her mouth. Candy's lips 
eagerly parted to receive that rigid young prick. 

Then a voluptuous wave of ecstasy assaulted Candy as Jim's tongue licked 
furiously on her hurting cunt. She felt his prick jerk violently as she 
started tonguing its head, mouthing the fleshy meat as he pressed down 
further, forcing more of the stiff, slender long shaft deeper into her 
anxiously awaiting mouth. She pressed the head of that prong against the 
roof of her mouth, moving her tongue back and forth on the underside, 
sucking sensually on the rod itself. 

Candy didn't think this could last long, but she learned to her amazement 
that young as Jim was, he could hold off. 

The sensations racing through her were wild. She'd never imagined such a 
thing was possible, eating cock and having her cunt eaten at the same time 
by the same guy. The one thing more wild than that might be having two guys 
at once. 

She was riding on a voluptuous sea of pleasure, feeling his young prick 
pulsing and hard, starting to pump up and down in her mouth, between her 
sucking, compressed lips. Candy's cheeks were sinking in rhythmically about 
the pumping rod and her hips were twisting, rolling, lifting and lowering 
frantically. 

She couldn't believe anything was as wonderfully exciting as this. What was 
fucking like? The idea of having his cock screwing her pussy made her almost 
want to faint. 

She was now making slurping sounds around his throbbing stick as it lifted 
higher and thrust deeper and faster with every penetration. 

"I'm cumming, Pm having it. , . " she screamed at that cock in her mouth, 
unable to speak the words, but her pussy was on fire, exploding. 

The smacking, sucking sounds from the boy's mouth against her' cunt, the 
feel of his lips pulling on that hairy moist flesh, his tongue furiously 
probing and licking the silky valley between, penetrating the hole, drinking 
the juices flooding from it, all gathered together into a sensual eruption 
she couldn't hold back any longer. 

Then just as she was having an orgasm, at the very peak of climax, she felt 
his cock jerk furiously and the first powerfully jetting spasm of nut fluid 
fairly exploded from its cum-hole, shooting down her throat. 

Gulp. Squirt. Gulp. Squirt. 

It continued for what seemed a very long time, then they both fell exhausted 
against one another and rolled apart. 

It was some time later that Candy was idly using her hands on Jim's prick, 
fondling and caressing it, feeling the first quivering of life return. Then 
she leaned over him, on his back on the cold cement patio floor, and ran her 
tongue up along the shaft, from base to still glistening tip. The rod jerked 
voluptuously to this erotic caress. 

"God, Candy..." 

"God, yourself. I can't wait to feel it where it belongs, deep in my pussy." 

Already the young prick was lifting, growing harder as she ran her tongue up 
and down the length, licking more carefully and lingering at the foreskin, 
drawing it back, then finally getting the end of his prick into her mouth 
and mouthing, tonguing the cum-hole. 

At that point Jim groaned almost savagely. He sat up, grabbed her head, and 
pushed her away from his throbbing organ. "Damn it ... lay back, I'll give 
it to you but good ... like you've never had it before in your life." 

Thrilled to almost orgasm, Candy did as she was told, her thighs spread 
wide. Her pussy was almost dripping, the extended lips red hot, its hole 
gaping like a volcano about to explode, the rim protruding as if reaching 
out for cock. 

Jim fairly fell down between her eager legs. 

At first he started running his crown along the parted lips, the hills 
between her moist, velvet valley. 

Candy moaned in frustration, reaching between her thighs as he drew back, 
grabbing at his prick, sighing: "Oh, just fuck me. . . " 

She urged the point of his cock against her gaping volcanic tube, arched up 
at first contact, uncontrolled, then in a fit of ecstasy. 

Candy had always known that the first cock a woman had would be something 
special, but in all her imagining she'd never expected this heavenly thing 
that was happening to her at the first moment of penetration. 

Jim, while experienced enough, was awkwardly unskilled compared to a mature 
male, but Candy didn't know that. It was just as well, since it would leave 
her open to the total rewards of what the following days would bring. 

That slim, young, steel hard prick slipped easily into her tight pussy. She 
was so buttery hot and moist it would have been possible to take a cock 
twice as thick with just as much ease. Nothing mattered but this first 
sensation of having a real live prick swiftly inserting itself all the way 
into her virginal body. In that instant Candy stopped being a virgin in any 
sense of the word. Up until then she'd been an experienced female insofar as 
sexual knowledge was concerned, but now she was literally all woman and the 
sensation that took possession of her was partly a response to this 
thrilling truth. 

Jim was at a state where it was impossible to use any kind of skill he'd 
learned from his aunt. He'd been wanting to screw Candy ever since she'd 
come to live with them. He wanted her almost as much as he wanted Pam. Now, 
his cock embraced deep within the very sheath of her tight pussy, he could 
think of nothing else but pumping, thrusting, fairly bouncing up and down 
above her lovely young body. 

Candy, for her own part, didn't care about anything other than experiencing 
the sensation of a pumping cock assaulting her pussy for the first time. It 
was better than she'd expected. Even after all the foreplay, the orgasms, 
the voluptuously erotic sense of total pleasure was more intense. 

Her own hips were jerking up and down willingly, even if a little awkward, 
in their attempt to match his quick furious thrusts. Neither was grinding 
back and forth or circling. Their hips moved straight up and down, driving 
his cock in and out at an ever faster rate, pushing their nerves rapidly 
toward peak after peak of pleasure. 

She was being bathed in sensations she'd only guessed might be possible but 
never believed could take place. Every penetration was a flooding wave of 
ecstasy, of killing pleasure. 

"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhhh..." she choked out with each thrust of his cock 
in her. 

He groaned every time his prick when in, each time it pulled part way out. 
"Uhhhh ... huuuu ... uhhhhh ... huuuu ... ohhhh..." 

"Fuck me, fuck me ... oh, fuck me..." she said as the ecstasy became too 
much. 

"God ... I'm ... I'mmmm ... ohhh, God ... I'mmm ... fuckkking ... you..." 

Her hips were ramming faster, her fanny hitting the cement so hard it hurt, 
but that didn't matter, nothing mattered but that cock inside her. 

"Cum ... cum ... I'm ... gonna cum..." he warned as his cock bulged. His 
rapid-like thrust moved it deeper into her, making the end of his cock go 
right up into her womb. 

She felt every rippling sensation through her whole nervous system.: 

By now Candy's arms and legs were wrapped vise-like about Jim's young body, 
her breasts crushed brutally on his chest as his cock spasmed, rippled, 
convulsed in her own constricting, cumming pussy, wrapped so violently tight 
about that long fuck shaft cutting through her body. 

She felt the squirting spasms of his cock spilling his ball cream up through 
her snatch. Then her hips started bouncing again, pumping on his jerking 
cock, screwing it, fucking on that slippery rod, building another orgasm, 
which was quickly followed by one after another. She'd never expected this. 
The multiple cums were too much for her young mind to understand, to handle. 
For a moment she felt fear, then all that ebbed away as her body hardened, 
the muscles knotted, nerves curled, back arching, legs squeezing so 
powerfully about his muscular form in her final climax that the world seemed 
to end in an atomic eruption. 

Her pussy was clamped so tightly about his young spent cock that it was held 
a captive, almost being choked at the base, and when he attempted to 
withdraw it a moment later, the softening rod belched and jerked free. 

With a moan, they parted. 

Jim squatted over Candy, his half closed eyes watching her panting, pumping 
breasts, the flesh shiny, the tiny blue veins seeming to pulse in his 
imagination. 

Outside of his aunt and Nancy Harrison, this was the first female he'd 
screwed; the first and youngest teenage girl to have squeezed down so wildly 
on his prick. The whole experience stunned him. 

After a long time she licked her lips, which had become terribly dry, then 
managed to say: "You were the first ... I'll never forget...." 

"First. . . ? You're kidding?" 

"The first I ever had, and it was sensational..." 

"You said that-" 

"I never had one in my pussy before," Candy admitted, sitting up, grinning 
happily, more thrilled than she'd ever been and already wondering how it 
could be with his father, Frank, if she got the chance-and somehow it seemed 
highly possible. It was only a matter of time and place. She could hardly 
wait. 

Neither of them said anything for some time then r 

Jim spoke, "You said you and your brother..." 

"Just playing around ... he hasn't had a woman ... like you just had me." 

"Boy, would Sherry just love teaching him what it's like. She'll take any 
cock ... a real horny woman." 

"Maybe you should tell him. I think he finds her attractive." 

"She'd just love having it with Rod ... has a real thing about young teenage 
boys--likes to teach them about sex ... gives her a charge..." 

Candy grinned thoughtfully, thinking about her mother. "You know, sometimes 
I wonder about Mommy ... the way she looks at you. Maybe she's like your 
aunt." She reached out and stroked his cock. 

He laughed a little nervously. "Maybe we better get dressed before anybody 
comes home and sees us like this. Come on, let's go into the house and have 
a Coke." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Frank Nelson, Sherry Greene and Pam were sitting in the living room. Stella 
was with Rod, Candy and Jim in the backyard, watching the "young ones" while 
they played in the pool. It had been a week since Pam had gone to the Swing 
and picked up that cock-artist. Since then she'd applied for several jobs 
but had gotten nowhere. 

Sherry, a striking 32-year-old redhead, was leaning back against the sofa, 
watching her brother Frank and his sister-in-law. She knew what was going on 
in her brother's mind as well as if he were shouting at the top of his 
voice. He felt his drinks and was at that point where it was difficult for 
him to hide his feelings, at least to herself. 

Frank kept glancing at Pam, who wore a white blouse loose about her 
wonderfully thrusting breasts and a short revealing red skirt that gave him 
an excellent view of her legs and lower thighs. 

Sherry knew that Frank would give a lot to be alone in the house with Pam 
Douglas. He'd had the hots for her cunt for months and had actually 
confessed his interest months before Pam had divorced Jack. Sherry hadn't 
known Pam very well before the woman moved into the Nelson house. They had 
met a couple of times, but it was Sherry's nature to find men far more to 
her liking. The only interesting thing about Pam had been her husband-now 
ex-and Sherry had known from the start that he would have been easy to 
seduce. It wasn't Jack, though, who intrigued Sherry; only his son. There 
was something special about young boys that really turned her on. Sherry got 
her pick of mature cocks at the bar. And she fucked more cock than she 
needed; any night after work she could-and usually did-find some prick 
willing to take her off to a motel or apartment for a hot night-lunch of 
cock-meat. 

A slow grin spread across her face as she thought about what Jimmy had told 
her the other day at breakfast, when Rod had left the kitchen to get his 
school books. "He sure has the hots for you, Auntie," Jim had stated with a 
grin on his boyish face. She'd reached under the kitchen table and groped at 
her young nephew's crotch. 

"like that?" she teased. It was as far as she could go, because Pam and 
Stella joined them. Since then Sherry had been intrigued by the idea of 
getting Rod's young body naked and showing him what his young pecker was 
supposed to be used for. 

Yesterday, while driving Jimmy to town, they'd talked a little about the 
Douglas family and she'd teasingly suggested he had a hard-on for his cousin 
Candy. "God," he'd exploded, "any guy would. She's something wild." When 
Sherry pushed, he admitted: "She's no virgin ... you better believe me ... 
even said Rod and her fooled around a little-but he hasn't done it with 
her..." 

When Sherry asked: "How do you know?" he'd muttered something she didn't 
catch and then, "Candy says Rod really thinks you're something else." Sherry 
countered that with: "Did you fuck Candy?" For a moment there was an 
embarrassed silence, then Sherry laughed, pleased, saying: "What's with you, 
Jimmy, didn't I teach you a girl wants a man's cock giving it to her just as 
bad as he wants to fuck her with it? Candy has been chasing you since they 
moved in." Then she'd almost pushed him into admitting he was hot for 
Candy's mother, too. The conversation changed after that. But, Sherry knew 
enough to put the facts together: Jim and Candy had made it; Rod was ripe 
for a seduction; Jim was desperately, childishly panting for Pam. 

And Frank Nelson sure as hell had it for the Douglas girls: both of them. 

He'd told Sherry, "You know, it's a damn shame that Pam won't turn on like 
... well, like you ... and her mother. Stella's something else." 

Sherry grinned, knowing how the woman liked to watch when another couple 
were screwing. A couple of times Frank had taken Sherry into the master 
bedroom and they'd stripped while Stella watched, fully clothed. The first 
time, Sherry had been a little startled, but accepted Frank's statement that 
Stella would really go for it. They'd done everything, from blow-jobs to 
69's to real fucking, over the months since Sherry had moved in, and Stella 
watched. What went on later, when they were alone, Sherry never asked and 
was never really interested in. Frank was a good enough stud, and she did 
what he desired as part of the "room and board." Sherry would fuck any cock, 
just so it got up hard and gave a big cum. 

Frank had continued, saying: "You know, I get the idea that with a little 
push, Pam would ... really become a swinging girl ... like you are." 

"Maybe she needs a little help." 

"Probably. Stella wishes to hell we could do something to make up for the 
mistake she'd made when Pam was young. Stella was really fucked-up before we 
met ... but you know that ... and she just doesn't know how to get through 
to Pam. Has tried, too. I've seen it ... what Pam needs is a push ... and 
I'm not certain I'm the one to do it." 

"Maybe I could give that push, into your loving arms?" Sherry laughed, 
mockingly. 

"Might not be a bad idea." 

They'd talked a little more about that, then the subject changed direction, 
focusing on Pam's two teenage children. 

"Candy's a real doll," Frank admitted, grinning, as if he were mentally 
picturing her voluptuous young body. "Really matured fast ... makes a dick 
get hard just lookin' and wantin'. " 

"You know me and little boys," Sherry had laughed, getting a kick out of the 
conversation. "That little Rod ... I'd sure as hell like teaching him some 
real lessons about sex. We're really some family." And, she was thinking, 
we'd be a real swinging family if Pam would turn on. Then, after Candy and 
Rod were broken in ... WOW! 

As Frank's eyes shifted from Pam's seductive and maddeningly erotic body to 
that of his sister's more slender, yet just as exciting form, he saw in the 
younger woman's face more than she would have liked. 

Hot fury, a flash of embarrassment and then an explosive reaction of fear 
overcame Pam. 

Sherry laughed in delight. She'd baited the woman, now all Pam needed was a 
little more pushing in the right direction. "At least I admit it. And, come 
to think about men, males ... sex ... I sure as hell wish I was young enough 
to chase after your son ... or something like that! And what's wrong with 
recognizing a boy as being sexually attractive? He's such a handsome, lovely 
young boy." 

"God," Pam cried, shaken, feeling the woman was in some way reading her own 
mind about young boys and saying what she herself would like to admit. "You 
got to be kidding." 

"Sure I am. And just as certainly, you haven't noticed Jimmy, either." 

"Come on, girls," Frank said, "let's not get things-" 

"I don't like the implications of that, Sherry," Pam snapped, sick inside, 
feeling as if stripped naked, as if her deepest thoughts were being exposed. 

"Why? Afraid to admit that a young boy might be sexually attractive? Don't 
knock it until you've tried it," Sherry taunted, tickled by the obvious fact 
that she was hitting a raw nerve. 

Pam started to say something, then stood, swaying, her eyes flaring with 
fury. She was in a state of shock. The conversation had exploded so 
unexpectedly at the very core of her own longing, depressive desire for Jim 
that it was impossible to even think. She was trembling visibly and it 
wasn't so much from anger at Sherry's words, but desperate, nerve-shattered 
desire. Sherry had cut to the center of Pam's being. Ever since the other 
night with that hot stud, that nameless prick she'd balled, Pam had found 
herself tormented even more violently by the obsessive desire for Jim 
Nelson, even to the point of being tempted to make a brazen pass at Frank. 

"Come on, girls," Frank said. His sister had gone too far. "Sherry's only 
kidding ... making fun because we're all getting old and don't like it." 

"Shit on you," Sherry snapped. "You're a jack-ass ... both of you ... 
neither having the guts to admit the honest truth. You know what I mean, 
Frank, every word of it." 

With that she stomped out of the room, acting out the part of anger, while 
inwardly laughing at all three of them. 

Pam stood there for a moment, then tried to laugh, refused to face Frank, 
frightened by the churning need that was bursting up inside her guts. 

They had been drinking a little too much before dinner. Now the total 
effects of the booze and the not-so-subtle glances Frank had tossed her way, 
coupled by this last move by Sherry-which had sounded frighteningly 
calculated-had mixed together to such a high point that Pam didn't know what 
to do. Then, impulsively, she made her move, starting for the front door. 

She was outside, opening her car door when Frank came up beside her. 

"What's wrong?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of firmness and something 
else, only half-hidden. 

Not realizing what she was doing, Pam turned and flung her arms about 
Frank's neck, trembling against his firm body. 

Again her mind played a damning trick on her. The male form had no real 
identity and for a moment her body started automatically responding. 

Frank's arms circled Pam's voluptuous body but he found it impossible to 
make a real grab at her boobs. Something warned him to play it cool: this 
might be the moment he had been waiting for. One false move and he'd blow 
what Sherry had set-up for him. 

For a moment they clung together, Frank reminding himself to continue 
playing the friend, the male toward whom Pam was able to turn if she needed 
him. "Pam, don't worry ... don't let her upset you..." 

She looked into his eyes and for a moment it seemed as if she was about to 
kiss him. Then her face crumbled, tears running down those creamy white 
cheeks. 

"Oh, Frank, I have to do something. I can't stand it any longer..." The 
tortured anguish in her voice broke off. 

"Want to take a ride?" he suggested, thrilled by the chance this might give 
him. To be alone with Pam at a moment like this would make it possible to do 
more than simply keep a hot, panting distance. Anything might happen. 

Pam nodded, tight-lipped, following Frank to his car. 

Sherry watched them driving down the street, a pleased, amused grin on her 
lips. She turned and stepped across the living room, a highball in her right 
hand. She looked out the double glass doors; Stella was sitting by the pool 
and Candy and Jim were swimming. 

Her eyes searched for Rod Douglas. It was several moments before she 
realized he wasn't outside with the others. Another grin played on her face. 
Maybe she had a chance to start developing things with Rod. Just maybe. But 
how? 

Opening the patio door, she called to Stella: "I'm going on to bed." 

The older woman turned and nodded. 

Sherry went upstairs, pausing in the hallway outside Rod's bedroom, just 
across the hall from her own. The door was half open, with darkness beyond. 

"Rod?" she called quietly. 

When there wasn't any answer, she pushed the door open, stepping into the 
room. 

"Rod?" she called softly, feeling the tingling excitement tickle up her 
pussy. 

No answer. She went toward the bathroom and tried the door, which quickly 
opened. 

As she stepped into the room she discovered to her startled pleasure a sight 
that sent a wave of voluptuous orgastic excitement deep in her cunt. 

In the darkened room it was possible to make out the shadowy form, outlined 
by the dim light from the window. The young boy was standing in front of the 
toilet, his pants dropped down about his thighs and right hand moving in a 
fist-fucking blur at his crotch. 

For an instant he wasn't aware of her there, then all at once he gasped when 
she took in a deep sucking breath. 

Turning, hand dropping from his hard little pecker, Rod backed away against 
the far door, obviously frightened. 

"What's wrong, Rod?" Sherry inquired, letting her voice sound seductive, 
inviting. 

"Gosh ... oh, gosh..." Rod stammered. 

Sherry stepped boldly forward, inwardly thrilling, near a point of personal 
orgasm, not able to believe the luck she was having. It couldn't have been 
better if she'd planned it. 

"Don't be frightened," she told him in a gentle, understanding voice. "I bet 
that felt good. I know young boys do that to themselves ... so do girls. 
There's nothing wrong with playing with yourself, Rod ... only ... there are 
better things ... better ways to enjoy it..." 

Her breath was rapid and her breasts heaving against the now too-tight bra. 
Her pussy felt as if it were flowing with cum-juice. Even in the darkness 
she could make out the shape of his young pecker and the sight was too much. 
Sherry would have seduced him even if his mother was looking on. 

"I ... I ... wasn't..." 

She chuckled, now standing inches away from Rod's young boyish form, his big 
cock swollen, naked, bulging invitingly, his pants gathered about his lower 
thighs so it was impossible to move fast. She had him captive and the erotic 
images that flashed through her mind were overwhelming. 

"Wouldn't you like me to help you a little, Rod?" she suggested, moving even 
closer. "We could really have a lot more fun that way ... and I know you 
think I'm attractive ... don't you? And ... I'm sure ... we could have more 
fun than you've been able to imagine ... wouldn't you like that?" 

She felt bold, drunk from liquor and lust, not even aware that her actions 
might scare the nuts off the child. 

Much to her surprise and pleasure, Rod recovered amazingly fast. "Gee, Aunt 
Sherry," he moaned, his voice trembling. "You're not mad?" 

"Hardly. What could ever make me mad about this? You're so lovely ... so 
sexy and exciting ... let me help you ... " Her words were seductive, 
caressing. Then she reached out and gently found his cock with her right 
hand, her fingers folding lovingly about the hardened prong, which was hot, 
throbbing. It bulged tight, harder in her embracing grip. 

"Jim wasn't kidding, then," he choked out. 

"About what?" 

"That ... you liked ... it ... with ... boys...." 

A thrill of pleasure shot through her. She'd have to give Jim a real good 
time one of these evenings. She'd been keeping away from him for some weeks. 
The dear boy had set things up so it would be easy to get Rod. What a 
darling, Sherry mused. Then her mind shifted and she was aware of nothing 
other than the young boy's fiery pecker throbbing against her fingers. 

"Come ... let's lock the door. ... We can do something in here, together, 
and nobody will ever know...." 

"Really?" he choked. 

"Really ... then, maybe some other time we can get together and do it 
right." 

In seconds the two bathroom doors were locked and Sherry was once again 
facing the young boy, her pussy burning like fire. 

With one hand still holding his hard young pecker, Sherry lifted her skirt, 
furiously worked down her panties and finally took the young boy's other 
hand and placed it against her burning, juicy cunt. 

"Know what that is?" she murmured. 

"I sure do," he moaned, his hot cock jerking in her grip. 

"Want it ... want to feel it all around your lovely pecker?" Sherry moaned 
in a state of ecstasy. 

She'd actually merely planned on jacking the boy off or getting his cock in 
her mouth, but from the way he was moving his fingertips against her cunt, 
stroking, knowingly teasing, exploring, there was no possible chance of 
being satisfied by anything other than total orgastic passion of his 
innocent young prong. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Pam was in a state of total confusion as she sat next to Frank Nelson. His 
broad-shouldered body, the awareness of his hauntingly seductive 
attractiveness, her own wanting so intense and driving that it made her 
weak, meant only one thing: it wouldn't take much more than a subtle shove 
and she'd willingly climb onto his prick and fuck her pussy to an ecstasy of 
orgasm. 

The last weeks had been difficult; the last one even more impossible. Having 
experienced a sexual orgy with that cock-artist she'd picked up, and being 
aware of the fact it wasn't enough to cure or kill her longing need for more 
cock-for Jim Nelson-made her an anxious and easy target for a quick 
seduction. 

Frank was saying: "It must be hard on you ... since the divorce." 

"In what way?" 

But Pam knew. 

"I'll be truthful ... if you don't mind..." "Please don't...." 

"Why not?" He turned, grinned, sure of himself. They'd been riding in his 
car for some time. They said little, other than for Frank to assure her that 
his sister hadn't really meant what she'd said. Pam guessed differently and 
didn't really care. She had her own problems. 

"Frank," Pam managed, "things could get terribly complicated...." 

"Could they? I doubt it ... and you know that's true." He pulled the car 
over to the side of the road, a tree-lined side street. Turning, he said: 
"Why shouldn't we face the truth, Pam? We both want the same thing ... have 
... for a long time...." 

For a moment Pam sat there, trembling inside, wanting to say something, 
knowing what he meant and wanting to screw his cock until he screamed for 
mercy. 

"Sherry was right about us being an odd family, in some ways, at least." 
Frank's voice retained a slightly casual attitude, yet subtly seductive, 
careful, as if he was afraid to push too hard, too quickly. "Ever since that 
night we kissed ... I haven't forgotten ... nor how you felt ... how you 
kissed me back." 

"Please, Frank." 

Instead of speaking, he reached out, touching her shoulder. "I'm right and 
you know it. This can't last for long. It is already complicated." 

"Maybe you better take me home, Frank ... before we do something both of us 
will be sorry for." 

"I wouldn't be sorry, and I don't believe you would either. Why did you take 
this ride with me in the first place?" 

"You goddamn bastard!" she choked out, turning, coming violently into his 
arms. 

Pam's lips were on his, open, her tongue frantically attempting to get past 
his still closed teeth, but mentally she was thinking about Jimmy. 

When Frank's mouth opened in total cooperation to her assault, she thrust 
her tongue deeply into it. She felt her pussy pushed by a searching hand. 
That quickly Frank had recovered and become the aggressive partner. His 
searching fingers drove along swollen, blood-filled cunt-lips, thrillingly, 
as if attempting to find the hole, the well into which to force his hard 
dick. 

His other hand was on her breast, squeezing, crushing at its fleshy melon 
shape. 

Then, hugging against his cheek, the kiss broken, she sobbed, "Ohhhhh ... 
God ... forgive ... me..." 

"Let's go somewhere..."he hissed in her ear. 

"I can't ... wait," she moaned, suddenly aware of this truth. Her right hand 
was already sliding down his stomach, reaching, searching until she found 
the amazingly huge swell of a horny hard prick, bulky under his slacks. 

"Ohhhhh ... God ... Fraaannnkkk!" she cried, grabbing at his cock, wanting 
it naked to suck, then fuck until it was cumming, shooting hot cream up into 
her mouth or cunt. 

"No..." he groaned, pushing her eagerly away. "The store ... do it right." 

But Pam already had her fingers on Frank's zipper and fairly yanked it down, 
reaching in, fumbling until she was touching the naked hard hot rod under 
his jocks. 

"Ohhhhh ... ahhhhh..." he moaned, then leaned back against the seat, now 
beyond control to stop her. 

Neither of them wanted to stop. It had happened this suddenly. There could 
be no waiting. Not now. 

Pam was frantically parting his pants, getting that hard, hot prong out, 
wrapping her fingers about its thick, massive shaft, then slowly lifting and 
lowering on it, her fingers trembling as violently as her lips, now lowering 
to the meaty tip, already juiced with cum. 

Even while she was doing this, Pam's thoughts were running down two 
channels, mentally picturing Jimmy, wishing this was his young cock, while 
at the same time mockingly thrilling to the fact this was her mother's 
husband; it was almost just. Stella had screwed up Pam's teenage years. Now, 
in a way, she was getting even by screwing Stella's husband. 

As Pam's mouth moved against the tip of his prong, Frank almost shuddered in 
voluptuous excitement. It had all taken place so quickly, so easily and 
unexpectedly. For the first time he realized that Pam had been even more 
anxious to screw him than he'd been for her pussy. 

"Oh ... Paaaammmmm ... Uhhhhh," he moaned at the first voluptuous sensations 
that jolted through his prick at the touch of her parted lips closing on the 
head. 

Frank's hips lifted, but in the closed quarters, the steering wheel made 
such action awkward and he sank back, letting the woman take command, but 
all the time wanting frantically to get to her body. 

Pam's mouth closed hungrily, almost furiously on the long shaft of the man's 
rigid, arching cock, her tongue sliding quickly back and forth on the 
underside, licking across the foreskin, drawing it from left to right, up 
and down, then her tongue circled the bulging, hot head as she gave him a 
long, hard suck. 

"Oh ... uggghhhhahhha ... ohhhhh ... shiiiit ... God ... oh ... Goooooddddd 
... oh, Paaaammmmm," he moaned, then cried out in sudden agonized pleasure 
as she lowered her head, taking in more of his fuck shaft, sucking violently 
on his prick. 

"God ... God ... Pam ... oh ... keep ... sucking ... liccckkking ... Oh ... 
Christ!" 

The cock in Pam's mouth was already jerking in a quick hard spasm and she 
felt the hot sticky cream shot from the meaty tip. 

Christ, she thought in horror, he's shooting his nuts off, already. 

Then a thrill rippled through her whole being as she felt that rod bucking, 
jerking, cumming, spasm after spasm flooding her mouth with the warm juice 
she had wanted so bad, "Uhhhhhahhhhhahhhh ... AHHHHHH ... Ug ... " 

Squirt. Gulp. 

Her throat was constricting convulsively about the man's throbbing prick, 
gulping frantically in an attempt to get every delicious drop of that creamy 
hot liquid which fired from the bulged, jerking tip. 

Spurt. Gulp. 

"Uhg ... oh, God ... God." And with every word that burst from Frank's 
anguished lips, another ripple shot through his prong, inserted orgastically 
deep into that confining moist oral embrace which gulped hungrily on the 
squirting spasms of cum which flooded into her passionately devouring mouth. 

His prick was fairly dancing in her mouth as she continued savoring its 
taste, gulping on the convulsive jerks that kept flooding her with more and 
more warm cum. 

"Ahhhhh ... ug. . . " Squirt. A powerful jerking rod fired liquid-like 
bullets against the back of her throat,, shooting them down into that 
gulping cavity which desperately attempted to drain more of the heavenly hot 
cum. 

"Paaammmm! Oh..." Another quivering jet of heated cum streamed along the 
jerking, rippling rod between her lips, thrilling Pam to a straining, 
shuddering orgasm so complete that she was exhausted and wanting more. At 
that moment he could have pissed in her mouth and she'd have gulped 
thirstily on every streaming drop until his bladder was as empty as the 
knotted-up nuts, which the fingers of her right hand had now cupped about, 
attempting to squeeze more cum from his exhausted prick. Her mouth continued 
sucking, even as Frank's hard-on melted between those insanely adoring and 
voluptuously hungry lips. 

Finally, reluctant but admitting defeat for the moment, Pam sat up, shaken, 
white-faced, her cunt damp in its own juices, panties drenched, her pussy 
hurting and screaming for cock. 

Mentally she was furious that it would take time for Frank to get a hard-on, 
if at all, at his age. If only he was Jimmy Jimmy! 

Neither of them spoke for some time, but Pam was holding a shaky hand on her 
pussy, agonized; thinking how a woman could so easily take on more than one 
cock at a time and mentally almost out of her head at the very idea. If 
only... 

Frank finally said: "Let's do it right ... next time." 

Pam nodded, accepted a cigarette he placed between her lips. 

"I need it, Frank," she managed as he started the engine of the car. "God, 
how I need a real hard fuck!" 

"The store," was the only answer she got. 

And this time Pam didn't have the will to argue the point. All she could 
think of was getting his dick hard again and feeling that tight hard prick 
churning deep into her pussy. 

Stella sat on the patio for a while after Sherry had informed her she was 
going to bed. Finally she went into the den, poured herself a drink, then 
looked out through the window at the two kids, wondering what they might do 
thinking no one was watching. 

Stella knew exactly what Candy and Jimmy wanted to do, and she knew how 
Jimmy had been taught the facts of life from his Aunt Sherry. The last 
couple of years had been a strange and educational experience for her. Since 
Gordon, her first husband-Pam's father-had died, leaving her the store, 
she'd changed a lot. Frank Nelson worked as the Assistant Manager when her 
husband had lived, and she'd promoted him to full manager. He didn't take 
long to move in on her, either. He found Stella attractive; he went for 
older women but, as Stella was soon to learn, he went for young under-age 
girls, too. In fact, Frank went for anything female, anything he could slip 
his hard cock into. 

Vaguely, Stella wondered where Frank and Pam were. She guessed it wouldn't 
be long before Frank got into her daughter's pants with more than mere 
fingers. He'd said many times in the past how Pam gave him a real hard-on. 
Stella secretly hoped he'd make it with Pam; in fact, she'd give a lot to 
watch them really turning on. It would make up for a lot of mistakes she'd 
made with Pam. 

Taking a quick swallow of her drink, Stella grinned at herself. Frank 
Nelson, his son, his sister, had all taught her a lot about sex. In fact, 
Stella found Jimmy very sexually exciting, but hadn't yet gotten the guts to 
make a seductive play for him. Maybe it was her age. Jimmy might dig the 
idea of a woman Sherry's age or Pam's, since they were in the prime of their 
life; but Stella couldn't believe that such a teenage boy might find a 
50-year-old female an attractive target for his young prick. Yet she'd sure 
love watching him balling some girl. 

Stella was hoping, openly, that Candy and Jimmy would start doing more than 
innocent flirting as they'd been doing in the pool while she watched. They 
were hot for one another; that was easy enough to see. 

If only they'd fuck ... if only I could see young Jimmy's dick hard and 
fucking a woman's cunt ... it would almost be as good as doing it to him 
myself, Stella mused, feeling only half-guilty by such thoughts. 

Stella had always been over-sexed. Even as a teenage girl she'd been 
involved with several young boys before learning what sex really meant. Her 
parents never mentioned the word, but someone else finally set her right 
about how babies were born. She talked to her minister when she was a little 
older and especially after having Pam. Stella had become a sexual prude, 
even with her husband. Guilt had even set in about her sexual feelings. Ony 
upon being exposed to Frank's attitude about sex was she finally released 
from such long-conditioned anti-sexual guilts. Frank stated it simple 
enough: "We have bodies and sexual organs. They were created to be enjoyed 
in every way. Society created rules against sexual activity. With the pill 
and medical science what it is today, there isn't a reason in the world not 
to really turn on and enjoy what God gave us the tools to enjoy. Sex is the 
most natural and complete pleasure humans can experience. And we're damn 
fools not to make the most of it, before it's too late. We're creatures that 
grow old, and once old, it's all over." 

That sunk in, quick. Stella was anguished by the fact she was getting old. 
She hated herself for having been denied the total sensual pleasures of the 
flesh and had promised herself to get them every chance she had, with any 
male around who would service her pussy. So far that had been only Frank. 

Stella knew that Frank had married her more for money than love. That wasn't 
important because she'd married him because he liked to fuck and was so damn 
good at using his prick in a woman's pussy and enjoyed every kind of sexual 
experience. She'd even watched him a couple of times while he screwed his 
sister. They really turned on. 

A shivering excitement enveloped Stella as she saw the teenagers swim close 
together, slip arms about one another and then kiss, their bodies quite 
obviously merging tightly together under the water. 

A quick orgasm attacked Stella's cunt while she mentally pictured Jimmy's 
young prick rubbing hardly against her grand-daughter's drooling pussy. In 
her mind the two out there were naked, not covered by swimsuits. 

Stella wished it was possible to go out and tell them to undress and screw 
right in front of her. But she hadn't gone that far yet, besides it was fun 
to watch while they weren't aware of being observed. 

What Stella didn't know was that Candy had whispered to Jimmy to get his 
hand into bikini, against her pussy and to finger the hole. 

"You're kidding." He'd laughed as they embraced even tighter. 

"Golly, Jimmy, I need it..." 

Then she'd felt a voluptuous thrill as he slipped his right hand between 
them, against her belly. His fingers caressed down until they found the top 
of her bikini bottoms, working under the elastic. Then the boy felt her 
pussy hairs, wet from water and cum. 

She moaned, got his tongue deep into her mouth and sucked violently, her 
legs parting wide, bucking, embracing his thighs, aware of the hard prick 
under those trunks pressing between her pussy and ass-hole. 

Then his fingertips touched her cunt and worked into the juicy hole. She had 
to control any visible reaction. If his tongue hadn't been in her mouth, 
Candy would have screamed in ecstasy. It was the thrill of secretly sexing 
one another like this, being aware of his hard prick, wanting to bang her 
cunt until she felt him cum-and not getting any of this, yet. It was the 
teasing excitement of doing something like this and knowing it was so easy 
to suggest they get off in the backyard, in the bushes, any place out of 
sight of any preying eyes from the house, then fuck one another until 
exhaustion. She hadn't felt his prick since that first evening a week 
before. 

They'd been teasing and flirting all evening, right under the stupid stare 
of Stella who was obviously unaware of what was really happening. Even while 
she sat there watching, Candy had several times gotten close to Jimmy, 
reached under the water and stroked his crotch. Once, while swimming under 
water, she'd moved under him, turned, got her lips against his trunks and 
give that hard pecker under the wet cloth a real long voluptuous sucking 
kiss. It lasted only a moment, but her pussy had actually experienced a 
short, nice little cum. 

As their kiss broke, she rubbed herself against his hard prong and those 
fingers under her bikini. 

"Let's get out of the pool." 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Can't you guess?" 

"Here?" he gulped in a surprised voice. 

"Not here, stupid ... over there, away from any windows. I can't ... wait 
... to see you naked ... oh, please, ... we could do it. Nobody would see 
us. Do something, anything ... I'm almost pissing in my pants to get hold of 
your prick." 

She thrilled using those words and the feel of his cock jerking in response 
to such statements was almost as erotic as a cum. 

He nodded, tight-lipped, then swam away from her toward the edge of the 
pool. 

Stella watched from the window with a sinking sense of disappointment as the 
two teenagers stepped away from the pool, then out of her line of sight 
around the corner of the house. 

Desperate, knowing she could not watch the kids, Stella moved to the small 
bathroom off the den. 

Even before the door closed behind her, Stella had her skirt pulled up, 
panties down and her finger inserted deep, into her hot moist cunt. 

"Oh, God, I wanna be fucked ... oh, to be stuffing a cock in my cunt ... oh, 
Frank ... where are you?" 

Mentally she pictured Jimmy in his trunks, crotch bulging with a hard-on. 
She stripped him naked, pictured a bulging prick which her fingers 
tremblingly inserted deep into her slippery cunt. 

Stella moaned: "Ohhhh ... honnnney ... oh ... fuck ... me. Fuck me ... oh, 
screw my ... pussy. MYYYY cuuuunt ... ohhhhh ... cum ... oh ... cuuuuum. 
Jimmmmy ... dear ... darling ... Jimmmmmmy. Fuck me fuck ME FUCKMEFUCKME. 
FUUUUUK ... MMMMM ... MYYYY ... CUNT!" 

With every word, she was ramming three fingers into her flaming pussy, 
dripping in cum, buttery, convulsing, tightening around the imaginary young 
boy's prick. 

Stella leaned against the bathroom door, her body arched forward, hips 
thrust out, churning fingers furiously screwing in and out of her dripping 
slit, which contracted convulsively as she continued moaning, sobbing, and 
finally giving out a muffled scream of ecstasy. 

"Ohhhhh ... Christ . . .UGH ... UGGGHHHHHH!" Then she fell back, almost 
dropping to her knees, on the verge of passing out as her body slowly 
slumped in the aftermath of the volley of multiple orgasms given by her 
three fingers but created by the image of a young teenage boy who was now 
outside in the backyard with his trunks pulled down about his muscular 
thighs. The 14-year-old girl kneeling before his hardened prong was sucking 
greedily on it. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Rod Douglas's little boy pecker was a stiff rod against Sherry's fingertips, 
but the beefy head was a hot moist tip playing along the juicy valley 
between her pussy-lips. 

Rod was at first stunned, then thrilled beyond thought. A little while 
before he'd been furiously jacking off, thinking about Sherry Greene's 
lovely mature body as it looked in a bikini, tall, lush at the breasts, 
narrow-waisted, rounded wide flaring hips, swollen, but firm fanny, sexy, 
mature, fully shaped thighs, skin a deep rich red-tan, long red hair flowing 
around her naked shoulders. In his imagination he simply didn't find it 
possible to visualize her boobs or pussy naked. All female boobs and cunts 
looked much like his sister's. He'd seen enough of Candy as she developed 
into the shapely young teenager, and always pictured most girls his age or 
women like Sherry as having breasts and tits like his sister's, even if it 
was obvious theirs must be different. 

Rod had been jacking off, thinking about Sherry. That's why he'd come up to 
his room. Swimming around in the pool with Candy and Jimmy, Rod had been 
aware of their sexual interplay and even though it was possible to join in 
as far as Candy was concerned, it hardly seemed worth it, unless all of them 
were naked, alone together and really fooling around. But he'd gotten one 
hell of a hard-on. 

Rod went up to his room, closed the bath door, yanked down his pants and 
shorts, thinking about Sherry. 

And now his prick was simply gliding up the hot, moist valley between her 
wondrously large, hairy pussy-lips. 

God, he thought, wish I could really see her body naked-all over! 

Sherry was so dazed with the good luck of having found Rod in such a 
situation, playing with his lovely young hard prick and probably thinking 
about some sexy young thing at school, that all she could care about was the 
pleasure of that large boy-cock touching her hot box. 

She was startled, at the same time, that he had recovered so quickly, 
becoming obviously aware of what she wanted and almost actively aware of how 
to do it. 

She'd said, after his first caressing cock-rub on her cunt, "Here ... let 
me." 

Her fingers slipped about his prick, gripping it at the base, and slowly 
moved the rod up and down, letting the fully padded, moist tip of that 
boy-prick dance deliciously along her snatch, caressing the juice-drenched 
slit. 

"Ohhhhh ... ahhhh ... ohhhhh ... ahhhh the boy moaned as his prick continued 
to be played hotly along Sherry's buttery sex-valley. 

She was hardly able to contain the animal sounds teasing her own throat. Nor 
could Sherry quite control the urge to gasp now and then when his prick 
played against her cunt-hole. 

"Oh ... Oh ... AH!" she'd sigh. 

Finally this teasing torture was too much. She didn't want the young boy to 
cum without being clamped tight into her pussy. Screwing cock standing might 
be difficult with any male who hadn't experienced such a sexual position 
before; with a boy like Rod it was simply out of the question. 

How? Sherry's mind screamed. She was physically on the hard edge of taking 
his prick and stuffing it literally into her pussy. 

"On the floooor," she gasped, releasing Rod's rod before there was a chance 
of his cumming too soon. "Ohhh, onnnn the flooooor, Roooood." 

"Yes, yes..." was all the boy said, fairly ripping his pants off. 

Sherry thanked whatever powers were responsible for making this bathroom 
large enough so she could almost stretch out on her back. She bent her legs, 
parting them. Sherry's skirt was draped on the floor about her naked thighs 
and pussy. 

"Ever seen a woman's pussy before?" Sherry asked, wishing the lights were on 
so she could watch the delighted expression on his face while looking at her 
mature cunt. 

"Hell, noooo!" 

"We'll have to be quiet. Act like you're in here alone. If you turn on the 
lights, then you can see me, my ... cunt ... all hot and excitingly gaping 
for you to poke into with that lovely young ... oh ... Roooood!" 

Instead of having turned on the lights, Rod moved down between her legs and 
gave her an unexpected tongue-kiss: right along the extended fully flushed 
lips of her pussy, running that moist caressing tongue up that burning 
valley of silky flesh. It was the last thing Sherry had expected. 

"Ohhhhh ... Rooooood!" she moaned again as he licked her cunt once more. 
"Where ... ohhhh, darling little boy ... where ... did you learn that?" 

He'd already lifted from her and was standing. She could just make out his 
cock jerking between naked thighs. The young boy reached out and flipped on 
the bathroom light and gaped down. 

His deep blue eyes dropped to her pussy and grew large. A swift grin of 
pleasure spread across his slender mouth. The boy's face flushed deep red, 
but revealed no embarrassment. He was proudly displaying the heavy-headed 
prong between his thighs, hands on hips, fairly devouring Pam's cunt with 
his eager young gaze. 

"Don't ... just stand there, baby," she moaned, her hips writhing. 

Only then did Rod show any signs of being unsure of himself. He knew little 
about sex-at least not enough to qualify for knowing what to do next. He'd 
eaten Candy's cunt, played with her boobs, sucked them, let her chew and 
suck-out and tongue his prick. But he'd never fucked. He'd been told what 
screwing and fucking meant. But he had also been told how the first times a 
guy could bomb out-in every way. He wanted to do this right. 

Sherry saw this confusion on his young features and suddenly understood. It 
was one thing to have sophisticated knowledge about licking pussy, but 
something totally different to know how to go about successfully fucking the 
first cunt offered. 

The surprise of having him lick her like that made Sherry forget about his 
virginity. 

"Come down here, Rod ... and I'll show you how to really enjoy a woman ... 
and how a woman can enjoy your dick best." 

She half-sat, her arms reaching out toward him invitingly. She wished they 
were both totally naked, but knew things were too-far advanced for 
stripping. She needed his fucking cock-now! 

Then he fairly fell into her embracing arms, their lips met and she felt the 
first touch of his naked hard prong slide down along one thigh, coming to 
rest almost against her hairy pussy. 

"Ohhhh, Rod, darling," she sobbed just before their lips met in a 
thrillingly sloppy tongue-kiss. She arched, writhed, wiggling in an attempt 
to get his prick in position. There could be little waiting, no build-up 
that could match what had already taken place up to this time. The sight of 
his amazingly big prick had given her such a passionately overwhelming need 
to be fucked by that lovely young thing that Sherry didn't care about 
anything else. 

One hand reached down between them, even as the young boy pulled her tongue 
into his mouth. Sherry's searching fingers discovered his prong, grabbed at 
it, pulled the shaft down until she felt the silken redhot tip touch her 
pussy-hole. Then she arched. 

"Ohhhhh, shiiiiiit. . . " Rod screamed at what sounded like the top of his 
lungs as he experienced the sensation of a woman's jujcy cunt folding 
rapidly about his young twitching prick for the first time. 

Several miles away, Frank slammed the door of his private office, flipped on 
the lights and watched as Pam frantically began undressing in a fury of 
action, pulling her dress up over her head, then standing there before him 
in all the glory of her magnificently mature, voluptuous body, her breasts 
brimming over the bra that seemed several sizes too small about the mellow 
swells of lush pink-white flesh. Her hips were wide, thighs creamy smooth, 
tanned, as he'd seen them in hot pants, swim suits. Pam's hips were covered 
only by narrow see-through red panties, revealing the darkly matted hairs of 
her pussy, flushed with the passionate need for a man's throbbing hard dick. 

His cock was swollen against the tight jocks, hurting hard. The short trip 
to the office had seemed like a drive of a thousand miles. 

Frank was stripping naked and when Pam had dragged the panties off her wide 
hips, exposing the naked lips of her hot, moist pussy, swollen and 
glistening, parted deliciously wide, the gaping hole almost screaming to be 
fucked, he'd removed his shirt and was hurriedly dropping jocks and slacks 
to the floor, revealing his swelled cock. 

"Thank God, your dick's hard," Pam moaned, watching him strip. 

She stared with glazed eyes at his hairy crotch, at the huge, knotted-up 
nuts, the heavy, vein-throbbing prong lifting brazenly from the mass of 
black curling hairs. Her hips jerked automatically, as if ramming against 
that rigid prick. 

Pam couldn't control her needs now even if she'd wanted to. And she didn't. 
It might be more thrilling if Stella were watching-or at least knew what was 
about to happen. 

If only Jimmy... 

She didn't think about the other still nameless, almost faceless young boy 
that haunted her mind in its darkest caverns. 

Hot and panting as Pam's craving for the hard, glistening prick being 
presented to her was, her passion would have chilled to ice if she 
consciously realized who that other young boy was; she couldn't help having 
an erotic desire and ... lust for Rod... 

Then Frank was in her arms, and he was grabbing at the back of her bra, 
expertly unclasping it. He then stepped back, pulling the bra away. Pam's 
arms stretched out, her hips rolled seductively as he continued to draw away 
the last object between their total and mutual nudity. 

The instant Frank dropped the bra to the floor, she flung into his arms. The 
two of their forms blended skillfully. Wantonly. As Frank thrust forward, 
Pam parted her thighs so that his hard prong could slide between them. Then 
she closed her legs capturing that throbbing stick. Pam sucked the man's 
moist tongue deep into her mouth, much like she'd sucked his prong a short 
time before; the way her starving pussy would soon gulp down that hardened, 
pulsing cylinder in its flaming embrace. 

They writhed together. Pam's skilled knowledge of the sexual game caused her 
hips to grind, thigh-muscles to tense and relax, pull, tug, yanking and 
squeezing on the man's heated prick, clamped between her silken, firm 
thighs. 

The man was skillfully jerking, thrusting, grinding at her, his hair-chest 
teasing Pam's firm nipples, crotch hair rubbing and needling her tender 
pussy flesh. 

They kissed, long, tasting one another's mouths. Both had waited a very long 
time for this and Pam realized with little surprise that she'd always 
wondered about Frank, and had wanted him in this way ever since her mother 
had married the man. 

Her pussy swelled even more painfully with a new flushing supply of blood, 
parting the lips until her cunt-hole was flaming hot against his crotch 
hairs, which kept grinding at her. 

Oh, I can't take this much longer, she realized, just an instant before 
their kiss broke, Frank's tongue sliding reluctantly out of her moist warm 
mouth. 

"Where?" she managed to choke from trembling, tortured lips, parting her 
thighs as he jerked his cock from between them. 

"There," he pointed. 

It was a big leather sofa. 

Thank God, she thought in pleasure. 

Frank obviously couldn't wait, because he grabbed at Pam the instant her 
fanny touched the freezing coldness of the soft leather sofa. His face fell 
like a bomb, mouth parted. Hands . grabbed at her voluptuous thighs, 
spreading them wide. His fingers got at her pussy, drawing the extended 
outer lips widely apart. Then his tongue shot whip-like at the swollen, 
soaked valley, slashing directly at the hole, ramming itself in. Lips sucked 
so violently that Pam arched up, her mouth splitting wide, screaming out her 
releasing ecstasy. 

"Fraaaaannnnnnnfc! Oh, God ... FRANK!" 

He thrashed between her legs, sucking furiously, his tongue like a little 
moist prick, raping her bud-like clit. 

"Fraank! Ohhhhh ... Ahhhhh ... Ohhhh ... Ahhh ... OOOOOOOOO ... CHRIST ... I 
... 

CAN'T ... I can't ... Oh, yes ... yes ... oh ... suck me ... keep sucking 
... I'm cumming ... cumming ... CUM ... IHINNNNNNGGGGG!" She arched up into 
his face, hands now clawing at the back of his head, jerking at those 
sucking lips, the thrashing moist tongue as it continued to eat at her 
cumming cunt. 

Shuddering, screaming again, Pam almost thought she would die on this 
orgasm. 

"Goooooood ... AH ... NO ... NO ... OH FUCK ME. FUCK ... ME. OH, HEAVENLY" 
MAN, FUCK ME!" She was out of her head, unable to control any action, her 
muscles locked in knotted ridges, the nerves themselves curled in on 
themselves and her legs now wrapped violently about his shoulders, 
convulsively gripping and releasing him as her mind battled the urge to get 
his prick where that wondrous tongue and mouth was now sending her up into a 
wild state of carnal ecstasy, beyond which there was nothing real, nothing 
that mattered, only the final escape from all reality and hell.... 

Then all at once he lifted, his hands slamming on either side of her, buried 
against the back of the sofa, hips lowering, prick like a hot fire-poker 
extending between them for a moment, a long moment that tortured beyond her 
human will to stand, then he thrust. Hard. 

"GOD ... FUCK ME!" a voice screamed as that stick shoved all the way up into 
Pam's agonized slit, burying itself to the hilt. At first she didn't even 
know who the voice was that screamed out those words. 

Then the next thing Pam was aware of was their bodies churning, her legs 
wrapped about his thumbing body, her cunt cumming, cumming, cumming with 
every thrust, every penetration and her voice screaming again and again.... 

"OH, YES, FUCK ME-FUCK ME ... YES EE EE ... YES ... yesyesyesyes-YES!" 

And ... Sherry felt the wonderful, delicious sensation of Rod's young hard 
prick slide deep into her womb, the first pussy he had ever experienced with 
that prong. She heard his dear voice moan: 

"Oh ... I can't ... I'll cum...." 

"No you won't ... just relax, take it easy. Think about how it feels ... 
don't move ... just feel me all around your beautiful prick and don't cum 
... yet ... just wait, relax ... relax, honey," she soothed, caressing the 
boy's shoulders and back, looking up into his eyes, having difficulty 
controlling her own sensations, knowing how easy it would be to make him cum 
and piss at the same time, maybe even shit, simply by contracting her 
pussy-muscles, giving his hard little boy cock a thrilling squeeze. "Just 
take it easy ... relax...." 

"Ohhhhh ... God ... this ... is ... sensational." Rod's young voice was 
almost sick with pleasure and his baby-like features constricted in the 
agony of attempting to control the all-but uncontrollable urge to release 
his cum into her silken flaming sheath, so moistly hot and buttery, 
clutching, embracing like a creamy firm vise about his virginal prick. 

"I'll cum ... I I I I ... I'll cum," he moaned, fighting to keep from 
moving, thrilling as the walls of Sherry's cunt softly caressed his prong. 

"No you won't if you listen to me ... take it easy ... just relax for a 
moment and think, I want to make this last forever...." 

Sherry's cunt-muscles were unconsciously beginning to contract about his 
prick, squeezing down about that hard rod in their own instinctive urge to 
screw, bang and fuck that lovely young stick now so throbbing hard and 
pulsing with heated passion and youthful lust. 

Oh, God, she thought. I won't be able to wait any longer. This was simply 
too much. 

His cock twitched, her cunt tightened, clamped on that boy fuck stick, her 
legs writhed until they were locked about his. Then hell exploded. 

Sherry didn't care any more. 

Rod couldn't stop, couldn't keep from moving. Her hot cunt had actually 
squeezed on him like a woman's mouth, squeezing and sucking, but so much 
more wonderful, drawing up and down, folding and unfolding about his pumping 
shaft until the movements of their bodies became a blurring action, driving 
them to the edge of orgasm. 

This wasn't anything like he'd been told. Candy didn't understand the first 
thing about sex ... he knew that now. Nobody could ever explain such 
heavenly, orgastic sensations. Nobody could ever tell about this experience. 
You had to fuck to know what fucking was all about. 

Sherry's voice screamed: "Fuck me ... oh, you darling ... don't stop ... I'm 
cumming...." 

And her pussy locked tighter about his slick dick, convulsively gripping as 
her face contorted in raging ecstasy. 

"OH ... AH ... OH ... YES ... YES ... YES." 

And Rod's cock was jerking, rippling, and he wasn't even aware of cumming. 
He felt the dripping moist walls of her snatch gathering convulsively in 
spasms about his prick, and all at once his cock was jerking, spurting, 
streaming jets of cum into that funnel of erotic love, that pussy, that 
cunt, that woman, that hole, that Sherry, that.... 

SQUIRT! Went Jimmy's prick into Candy's mouth, jetting a long stream of 
cream into the back of her constricted throat. 

Gulp. Her mouth tightened on him. 

SQUIRT. His cock slammed deeper.... 

"AH ... UGH." Jimmy was screwing his dick in and out of Candy's face. 

Squirt, gulp. His prick rammed in deep, deeper, gaging her. 

Candy was devouring his meat, gulping furiously on it as it kept jerking, 
jamming her mouth like it was a fucking cunt. 

They'd hardly gotten around the side of the house before she'd urged his 
trunks down, then dropped weakly to her knees in front of that hard, arching 
prick. like a worshipping Goddess of Love, Candy covered the delicious 
cockhead with her moist red lips, tonguing the tip, loving the tasty 
maleness of him. 

SQUIRT. Jimmy's prick entered, pulled back, cumming, slammed deep. Lips 
gulped, as if attempting to swallow the meat of his fountaining sex-gun, 
balls and all. 

God, I loved ... just loved sucking his big meat. 

Candy couldn't stop, even while her mouth was filling with his cum, his warm 
juice that squirted again and again in rippling muscular spasms. What a 
lovely, magnificent male tool, so hard, long. Thick. Powerful! 

SQUIRT. He was raping her mouth-stuffing her throat. 

Gulp ... squirt ... gulp ... gulp.... 

And her mouth was choking in cum, lips flooding over with the juices of his 
ramming cock, and it continued cumming and jerking and cumming to every 
frantic suck she gave. 

Pam's pussy continued slurping, smacking, sucking, pumping on Frank's prick 
as they hammered again and again at one another. He was coming to an end of 
his resistance. 

"YES ... CUM ... CUM...." she screamed, locking her legs tighter about his 
body, drawing that hot, jerking prong deep into total captivity as they both 
exploded in orgasm, shuddering, locked in their mutual climax. 

"AHHHHHHH ... UG ... GOD...." The voice screamed and Pam wasn't sure if it 
was hers or his or both of them crying out in the agony of their climax. 

Sherry's body locked around the young boy's, her pussy gripped tight on his 
cumming prick, holding it in place deeply within her pussy. It continued 
jerking and cumming, swiftly flooding her pussy with that heavenly creamy 
juice from those young knotted-up nuts pressing her hairy cunt. 

Their bodies were quaking in the last moments of ecstasy. Candy's arms 
embraced Jimmy's body as his cock, now thrust all the way to the back of her 
throat, gave out one last jerking spasm of cock-wine, which she tried to 
gulp down but couldn't. She was over-flowing in his cum, her lips covered 
with it, chin dripping in that creamy love-juice. 

Shuddering, she released his cock and then stood, wanting to be fucked but 
satisfied for the moment, having experienced several climaxes herself while 
gorging herself on his fountaining prick. 

"God, you have a lot of it." 

He merely grinned in pride, looking down at his limp glistening tool. 

Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, Candy said: "That's enough for 
two girls to drink." 

He grinned even wider. "That would be something, wouldn't it?" 

"Having two girls? Not as much fun as having two boys." She suddenly got an 
idea too bold and shocking to state. Wouldn't it be wild to suck Rod's prick 
and have Jimmy fucking her cunt? 

Or better, yet, she mused as the two of them started for the house: Have 
Jimmy's in her mouth and Frank's in her pussy.... 

Or maybe suck Rod's, while letting Jimmy and Frank take turns fucking her 
cunt.... 

Such were Candy's erotic thoughts as they entered the house, side by side, 
not speaking, just touching hands. 

Candy wished she could tell Jimmy to come up to her bedroom where they could 
screw on the bed, where she could get a real fucking, but didn't have the 
nerve at that moment, and was surprisingly satisfied with the taste of the 
young man's cum still coating her throat. 

Without a word the two of them parted, each going to their own rooms and 
their own thoughts. 

Candy almost went into Rod's bedroom, not knowing he was with Sherry, 
exhausted, laying across her half naked body, his prick still in her 
cum-filled pussy, though totally limp. 

She paused, then went to her own room, happy to embrace sleep and dream 
about the next time with Jimmy, which had to be soon, and be the main event, 
again, all the way, until she'd cum to exhaustion. 

In bed, Candy fingered her pussy, thinking about Jimmy and his cock which 
had cum so many times in her mouth. She idly stroked her clit, then dreamily 
relaxed, strangely tired and happy, fulfilled, exhausted. 

Sleep came fast. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Pam and Frank were sitting side by side on the sofa, smoking, naked, hands 
on one another's crotches, but only idly aware of this fact. 

He was saying: "You should come to work here. Think of the fun we could 
have!" 

"No, I think it would be a mistake," she managed in a thoughtful voice, 
though tempted, since it would solve a lot of problems, but also create many 
more complicated ones. She thought of Jimmy and her wanting for him. It was 
best to get a job, then an apartment for Candy and herself, far enough away 
so that complications wouldn't take place. Couldn't! 

"Why not?" Frank pushed. 

"Because ... you know." 

"I don't, really. Before tonight ... well, I could almost understand." 

"What does tonight have to do with it?" 

"We did it. We admitted wanting to ball and-" 

"That's all it was, too, Frank, and it really shouldn't happen again." 

"Why? Are you kidding?" He sounded honestly amazed. 

"What about Stella?" It seemed a weak excuse after having sucked his prick, 
and hungrily wanting it again before they returned home. 

"What about her?" 

"After all-" 

"After all, she really doesn't count-" "She's your wife and my mother and-" 
"Oh, crap, Pam! You gotta be kidding. I don't think you understand a damn 
thing." "I understand a lot-" 

"Not a damn thing. Hell, Stella would be delighted about this." 

"That I don't believe." 

"That's not important one way or another. Stella wouldn't mind, and even if 
she did I'd want you just as I've always wanted you. You're a magnificent 
woman and we're of the same age, could be man and wife and-" 

"But we aren't and never could be and you know it! A fuck-even a good one-is 
nothing more but prick and cunt screwing to orgasm ... nothing more!" 

Under Pam's fingers she felt his cock starting to swell, and for an instant 
she almost removed her hand, but instead found herself embracing, stroking, 
encouraging that pumping meat to get even more passionately hard. 

Frank gave her pussy a light stroking with his fingertips. "See," he stated, 
"it would be a solution to a lot of problems ... and make it so easy to do 
this kind of thing...." 

"Could it really be any easier?" Pam was gripping his rigid prick in her 
hand, squeezing firmly on it. 

"Yes," he hissed, slipping a finger brazenly into her moist cunt. 

Oh, God, she thought, I'll cum like hell. 

"Pam, you're really a beautiful woman...." His voice was caressing, and now 
he placed a hand on the underside of one firm breast, his thumb flicking 
across the hard tip. He stroked her boob gently, firmly, urged her back 
slowly onto the sofa until she was stretched out, boobs and pussy in open 
offering for his lips, hands, cock. 

He looked down at Pam and thought what a beautifully structured woman, and 
his cock in her hand jerked violently. Then he thought about Candy, 
wondering what she looked like naked. She sure had boobs. He'd give a lot to 
have her in this room with him, laying there like Pam, submissive to all his 
carnal desires. 

If Pam will only stay around the house long enough ... his thoughts teased 
him. 

Pam inwardly moaned thinking about Jimmy, wishing this was his little boy 
body next to her, admiring her tits and pussy. 

If I stay around much longer I won't be able to resist the temptation, and 
Frank'll have me under his power completely, taking me any time he wants, 
because I'm driven by the perverse desire to fuck his son's prick. 

Each in their own way were desiring the other's child; each taking of the 
other's flesh as a natural substitute-a wonderfully healthy mating of male 
and female. 

Pam was aware of hands stroking her breasts and realized that her eyes were 
shut. Those wonderful fingers stroking her tits, palms caressing, hands 
fondling, squeezing. Her pussy arched, hungry for a man's cock, for Jimmy's 
wonderful clean innocent prick. 

Oh, God, she thought when he pressed her boobs together until the nipples 
touched, then covered the twin peak with a moist mouth, his tongue licking 
across them, around, in and out, between the hurting hard points. 

"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh...." she murmured as he continued to tongue her nipples 
with such loving tenderness. "Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh." 

Then. 

"OHHHHHHHHH ... UHHHHHHHHH." 

His lips had sucked gently, firmer, harder, savagely, drawing those hard 
tips deep into his mouth, his teeth nibbling gently enough to almost cause 
Pam to experience a convulsive orgasm. Her body shivered and her hips 
arched, searching blindly for a man's prick. 

"OHHHHHH, FFFRRRAAANNKK ... FUCK ME ... GIVE ME YOUUUR COOOCKr 

She groped with violently trembling hands, reaching, searching, screaming in 
their silent way for his prick, then finding it. She sighed in ecstasy "Oh, 
God ... WHAT a COCK!" 

It was throbbing, rigid, steel hard, inviting and ready for a willing, hot, 
churning cunt to snap it up. 

She grabbed at that beautifully hard tool. Pam fingered the burning head, 
the flaring bulky meat that formed about the rigid rock-like shaft of 
pulsing steel through which would funnel the seeds of liquid fire in 
response to the friction of her juicy hot cunt screwing around it. For a 
moment Pam experienced a completely raw and naked lust for that hard prick. 

In a momentary flash of understanding, Pam had a sense of total horror 
recognizing that it never really mattered what body was behind the object of 
female worship for the personality had nothing to do with the utensil which 
was the means to the ultimate pleasure it could give to a woman's cunt. 

A cock is a cock. It had to be long, hard, beefy headed like this one, 
pulsing, hot.... 

Her mind screamed and her face contorted in an animal anguish of carnal 
need. Her body leaped, arched, lifted, her hips reaching out, pussy 
extending, lips parting.... 

Pam's fingers played along the length of this prick. She drove at the point 
and lifted to meet it. She offered her cunt, her greedy flesh screaming to 
possess this magnificent shaft. 

His body took command almost immediately. He placed hands on either side of 
Pam's head, bracing his body. Slowly he lifted, drawing that blood-gorged 
prong against her pussy, dipping in then lifting, teasing her clit, letting 
the shaft sway in and out, circling, yet hardly penetrating her hot buttery 
flesh. 

"DRIVE IT IN, FRANK, OH, I CANT STAND IT. FUCK ME, FRANK ... OH FUCK ME!" 
she screamed, her legs flinging around his body, high up, embracing his 
muscular ass in an effort to drive his cock into her pussy. She arched this 
time, straining, her legs gripping like a tight vise, forcing him down 
deeper, inch by cock-screwing inch until suddenly it was all the way in, his 
hot balls knotted against her flaming pussy-lips. 

For a moment Pam thought about Jimmy, wanting him, wondering how his boy's 
cock would feel inside her cunt. 

Then she remembered Sherry and realized in a swift flash of understanding 
that she had forced them together; had played-out a scene to make it 
possible for Frank to bring her here. 

She trembled all over in the awareness of his first total penetration. 

God, I'll have to thank Sherry for this cock. 

"OHHHHH ... AAAAAAA...." she sobbed, hugging up against the man in her 
eagerness. "Oh, fuck me hard and WILD ... JUST FUCK ME. OH, FRANK, FUCK MY 
CUNT...." 

She sobbed again and again, trembling all over in total ecstasy at complete 
possession of his prong. Then.... 

They couldn't stop. The rhythm took on a rapid jerking thrusting of their 
hips against one another, long driving and powerfully shuddering thrusts. 
His cock drove all the way in, then pulled almost all the way out, faster 
and faster. 

"I'm CUUUMMMIINNGGG!" She screamed in orgasm, her pussy contracting, 
grabbing at that pumping prick which continued to drive her again to a quick 
straining and arching climax. "GODv no more ... I can't ... stand it. No ... 
stop ... nonononooo. Ohhhhh, FRANK. FRANK ... don't stttoooopppPPP! FUCK ME 
FUCK ME. YES, YES, oh ... ohhhhh ... yesyesyes. OH, YES!" 

She arched again and shuddered, grabbing his cock deep in her womb, feeling 
him jerking, feeling that slick rod bucking, feeling the cum streaming down 
along the shaft, shooting from the convulsively moving tip, up deep into her 
gulping womb. 

"UGH." His voice cried out as that cock jerked for the first time. "Oh ... 
God, Pam ... God ... Pam ... UGG!" He continued cumming, cock jerking in 
powerful spasms in her convulsively responding cunt. 

"Yesyesyes ... ohhh, YESYES-YES!" she screamed again, her legs locked so 
violently about his body that the muscles shivered. Her pussy contracted in 
her final climax, breasts heaving, straining, skin glistening, nipples 
hurting, ass arched almost a foot off the sofa, then slowly lowering, 
dropping, until her whole body finally collapsed exhausted, spent, totally 
beyond responding to anything other than the thought of having Jimmy's 
little dick. 

Pam forced such thoughts away from the kid's cock, trying to think about the 
thrilling ecstasy Frank's man's cock had given. She would have to talk to 
Sherry and let her know she understood the real reason for that "put-on" 
fight. Then ... maybe Sherry would help her get a job at the Swing Bar. 

It's the only solution, Pam told herself. Get a job at the bar where I can 
pick up as many cocks as possible. Then I'll forget Jimmy ... get an 
apartment, far away from Frank and his family ... away, escape the perverse 
sexual hungers driving my guts up the wall. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It took Pam two days to get around to talking to Sherry. Several things 
worked against her, and one drove Pam right up the wall, desperately seeking 
out the other woman-pride, embarrassment, guilt pushing her beyond caring, 
making excuses, or explaining. 

Pam was sitting on the patio, waiting for Sherry, when Jimmy moved up to 
her. 

"Hi," he said, grinning. 

Pam was wearing a tight blouse and slacks, feasted on her body. For a moment 
she felt e desire to reach for his dick. Then restrained herself. 

"All alone? Want company?" He sounded so mature and, at the same time young, 
hesitant in the way he attempted to be casual, while his eyes were fairly 
devouring her body. 

"I ... " Pam tried frantically to keep her eyes off his bulging cock. "I-my 
God, it's getting later than I realized." 

She stood, fighting the trembling that threatened to expose the raw desire 
hitting her pussy. The thought of getting Jimmy's body naked and sucking on 
his cock was too much. 

Pam went into the den, poured herself a stiff 

Scotch, drank it down, then went upstairs to her bedroom. She found herself 
looking outside the window, watching Jimmy as he swam in the pool. His young 
body was so strong and firm looking as it moved through the water in long 
powerful strokes. 

God, ril go out of my mind.... 

Pam found herself frantically pulling her pants off then slipping a finger 
against her moist cunt, gliding it up and down, unable to get her eyes off 
the young boy, thinking about the swelling bulge at his crotch. 

What a hard cock, Pam thought, licking her lips, her finger stroking up and 
down along the moist valley of her pussy, then slipping in against her clit. 

"Ohhhhh, God ... ohhhhh, Jimmmmmy ... oh...." she moaned and pulled off her 
blouse and bra. She went into the bathroom and took a long shower, trying to 
burn off the staggering need for Jimmy's young prick. 

Pam was glad she'd managed to keep from masturbating. She dressed, went 
downstairs, and had another drink. 

After dinner, when Sherry was gone, she helped Rod and Candy with their 
homework and keep occupied with other things, submerging the sexual craving 
tormenting her mind and body. 

Later, when her kids were up in their rooms and Stella and Frank out by the 
pool, Jimmy came into the living room where Pam was watching television. He 
sat down next to her, too close. 

For a while, Pam attempted to ignore the boy. 

The scene on TV was a romantic one, a man and woman embracing, their mouths 
obviously wide open as they kissed. A surging twitching knifed up through 
her whole body. 

"Now that's what I call a kiss," Jimmy said, turning, facing Pam. "Get's to 
you, doesn't it?" 

Pam felt as if he'd slapped her face with a long hard cock. Her pussy 
swelled as she glanced down at his crotch. 

God, doesn't he ever stop having a fucking hard-on? 

"They shouldn't have that kind of thing on television," was Pam's only 
comment. "Come on, you're kidding." "Children shouldn't-" 

"I'm certainly not a kid ... and that turns me on." "That's the point, 
Jimmy." 

"Don't you think I'm old enough to ... like girls?" 

He was too bold, brazen, and he was looking at her body like he couldn't get 
enough. 

Pam stood, unnerved. "I guess you're old enough." 

For a moment Jimmy didn't say anything, but his face was flushed. Try as he 
did, it was impossible to get his eyes of Pam's body. He was thinking how 
great it would be to fuck her. 

"Aunt Sherry thinks ... well-" 

"Never mind, Jimmy." 

"I was only going to say she's different from you. She doesn't think it's 
wrong for a boy my age to dig girls." 

"I didn't say that. Only that-" 

"A guy should be a virgin? Hell, where've you been all these years? Virgins 
are as hard to find as-" 

"That's quite enough," Pam snapped, turning and rushing out of the room. 

Jimmy watched, grinning, realizing that she had really been turned on by his 
words. He wondered if he'd ever get a chance to fuck Pam. That would be 
great. 

Jimmy had gone to the bathroom and pulling down his pants his big boy cock 
was hard as hell. If only there was a way to get Candy in there with him. 

Frantically he jerked on his cock, thinking "bout Pam, wondering if she was 
better than Sherry, knowing it would really be something to screw her. 

"Ohhh ... ahhhh ... . " Jimmy groaned, jerking faster on his meat, making it 
harden even more like it was in a woman's cunt or mouth and about to swell 
into an explosive cum. 

"Go off, you bastard cock," he cursed, hating to jack off like that. His 
nuts were so painfully knotted up, his prick aching and throbbing. Just 
thinking about Pam was enough to give him a cum. 

"Oh, Pam, how I want you...." He gasped as his cock jerked, shooting hot 
sticky cum all over the toilet seat. 

"Shit," he cursed, watching the cum dripping off his cock in globs. 

Moments later, relieved a little, Jimmy pulled his pants up, cleaned off the 
toilet, then went to his room, trying to think of something other than Pam. 

A little later he got a great idea. The next morning he'd purposely be late 
and ask Pam to drive him to school. He'd start making passes and convince 
her to take him somewhere, then he'd screw her until she screamed. Sherry 
had taught Jimmy how to hold off for as long as he wanted or needed to. He'd 
make Pam take notice. God, I'm getting a hard-on again. 

The next morning he went into the bathroom, just before he should have left 
for school and sat on the toilet seat, thinking, planning, waiting. After 
fifteen minutes he flushed the toilet and went downstairs. 

Jimmy found Pam standing by the pool. "Hey, could you do me a favor? " 

"Oh, Jimmy!" Pam was startled. 

"I-well, I'm late ... missed the bus ... wondered if you'd give me a lift." 

Pam looked at the young boy, a tingling sensation knotting her guts and 
pussy. What a chance-drive him some place ... it would be so easy. 

Pam shuddered inwardly. "Sure ... come along." 

"Gee, thanks, it means a lot to me," Jimmy said, following her. Pam was 
wearing a flowered cotton dress which hugged her fanny in just the right 
manner to twitch. He grinned, thinking how much fun it would be to get his 
pecker between those cheeks, front or back. 

His groin swelled against his jeans. As he got into the car beside Pam, 
closing the door, he looked at her body, his eyes devouring it, mentally 
attempting to picture those big boobs naked, wondering if they stood up at 
attention like Candy's. 

"You'll have to direct me, Jimmy," Pam stated in a shaky voice. She kept 
thinking how easy it would be for them. She hadn't missed the hungry look in 
his eyes. It wouldn't take much to push Pam over the edge. Her resistance 
was at a very low point. 

"No hurry, "really...." Jimmy stated. "School's only a few miles away and 
class doesn't start for half an hour or so." 

Oh, God, Pam thought, he's throwing it at me. God help me. 

"Well, we might as well go in the right direction," she said. 

"There's a place ... on the way ... a quiet, secluded place...." Jimmy 
stated in a much more husky, shaky voice than he'd planned on. His whole 
plan had been worked out perfectly, he'd run through every line over and 
over again. Only it all came out wrong, sounded forced. 

"Why, Jimmy, if I didn't know better, I might get ideas," Pam said, tempted 
almost beyond control. Her pussy was fiery hot, her panties already damp. 

"Maybe ... that's the ... I mean ... Shit!" 

"Jimmy! Shame." She felt a flush of excitement. He was, after all, just a 
big-dicked Md, no matter what. And stumbling. It was quite apparent that 
he'd been thinking this out for some time. What a dear little boy. 

"Well ... what's ... wrong...?" He couldn't finish. They drove in silence 
for a short time, but when they were almost a mile from their destination, 
Jimmy tried one more time: "Pam, I was wondering ... about ... well...." 

Pam felt a twinge of excitement. She knew what he wanted and realized it 
would be so easy to help him, make the suggestion herself. 

"Wondering about-" Pam broke off. Don't, her mind screamed. "About," she 
continued, "getting to school on time? " 

He hesitated, then mumbled, "Yeah, I guess so." 

Only when school was in sight, Jimmy blurted out: "Pam, I'm crazy for you." 

That was it. She slammed on the brakes. The car almost skidded, sliding to 
the side of the street and stopping. 

"Look, Jimmy ... I'm not a fool. I know what you want. And-" 

"Then you want it too?" 

"It doesn't matter what I want." For an instant she was tempted, then 
controlled herself. "I think we better just forget all about this ... okay?" 

Jimmy's eyes lowered to the car floor. "I'm sorry." 

Feeling sorry for him, Pam said, "Don't be. It's really flattering, and if 
... things weren't like they are...." 

"But you don't understand-" 

"I understand more than you know, Jimmy. Let's drop the issue, right now. I 
mean it." She made the words as firm as possible, even though her voice was 
trembling. 

They drove to the school in silence. When Jimmy started to get out, Pam 
said, "I know how you feel, Jimmy. There's nothing wrong with wanting 
something ... and don't think I'm made of stone, either." 

He was out of the car and turned hopefully. Pam slammed the gas pedal to the 
floor, causing the door to close, shooting the car as rapidly as possible 
away from the school and Jimmy and the whole scene that could have so easily 
taken place. 

God, I'm out of my mind, she thought. I wish ... I'd give anything ... Crap, 
I should've taken him and chewed his cock right off, that's what I should 
have done-he wanted it ... so did I. 

"Sherry," Pam said, "I wanted to say how sorry I was about the other night, 
and-" 

Sherry, her hair ruffled and uncombed as if she'd just climbed out of bed, 
turned and sighed. "Don't think anything of it, I've forgotten...." 

She started to move past Pam, who'd been waiting nervously for her return. 

"Can I talk to you?" Pam inquired. 

"Sure, what about?" Immediate interest formed in Sherry's eyes. Frank had 
told her about the other night. She'd been expecting Pam to have a "talk" 
with her. 

"I was wondering about ... well, getting a job where you work." 

Sherry grinned inwardly, knowing she had one hell of a lot more to say than 
that. 

"Sure. The boss's out today, but hell be in tomorrow." Sherry eyed her body 
and thought she was a lovely sexy female. If you would only open up and 
admit the truth about yourself. 

Pam nervously snuffed out her cigarette and lit another. "There's really a 
chance he might hire me?" 

"Sure, I'll help you...." 

Pam tried to relax, but couldn't. She found it difficult to meet the other 
woman's eyes. It was tempting to tell Sherry what had happened the other 
night with Frank-reveal she saw through the little act that had been put on. 

"Come on, admit it ... we all like a little sex now and then ... there's 
nothing wrong with that." 

Pam relaxed, then grinned. "Maybe you're right." 

It was a good thing for Pam, at that moment, that she didn't know how much 
in common they really had-mutual desire for the other's son. 

Maybe in time, Pam thought, I could become very good friends with Sherry. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Candy was sitting on her bed, a short skirt spread about her parted legs. 
She leaned back against the bed board, considering her older brother as he 
continued telling what had happened between Sherry and himself the night 
she'd sucked off Jimmy's cock in the backyard-three days before. 

" ... I never experienced anything like that. She's wild ... I could've done 
it again and again ... but, God, how could we? I think ... if she gets a 
chance ... if she was alone with me right now ... she'd do it right. Right 
here on this bed." 

Candy laughed at Rod, her pussy getting warm, her flesh beginning to glow 
with tingling desires. 

They were alone in the house. Stella was shopping and Pam was with Sherry on 
a job interview. 

Jimmy, she thought, will be home soon. I wish he was here right now. I'd 
sure as hell fuck him good this time. 

Candy looked at her brother's crotch. He was sitting at the end of the bed, 
cross-legged, and it was quite obvious he had his usual hard-on. 

She giggled. "Makes you get excited talking about Sherry, doesn't it? Did 
she suck you off like me?" 

"Golly, we didn't get a chance to do that kind of thing." 

Candy remembered what she'd thought about that night after sucking Jimmy's 
cock and wanting more.... 

Maybe to Rod she could suggest such a thing.... 

"I was thinking..." she started, hesitated, then looked at his crotch. "Ever 
think how much fun it would be to have two women?" 

"Two...? What? How?" 

"Oh, you dummy ... I mean ... two women doing things to you...." 

She leaned forward, in control of the situation. "I thought it was a wild 
idea when Jimmy said he'd love having two girls to ball. He sure has enough 
stuff to do it with, and I was thinking-" 

"Oh, hell, that'd be great!" Rod said. He sounded a little puzzled, unsure 
of himself. 

"I was thinking how much fun it would be to have two exciting men, like you 
and Jimmy, at once, together...." 

Her eyes were gleaming, her breasts heaving at the very thought of sucking 
her brother's cock while being screwed by Jimmy's. 

Already, Candy was sliding forward toward Rod, thinking she simply had to 
get his prick out and play with it, get it between her hungry lips. What she 
was suggesting was so wild that she was on the verge of cumming. 

"How'd you do that?" 

"Oh ... I'd find a way ... suck your thing and let Jimmy get his hard inside 
me ... here." She touched her hot pussy, wanting to strip naked. Thinking 
about a 69 with Rod. 

"God, that's wild." Rod was beginning to turn on to the idea, in his 
imagination already thinking how it could be with two women. One to suck and 
the other to fuck. Then he thought it would be wild if four people could 
screw around that way together. 

"Let's do it sometime, Rod," Candy suggested. "I know that Jimmy would, but 
I wonder about you...." 

"Golly ... yes!" 

His crotch swelled and Candy giggled in delight, knowing she was going to 
really give him a real good blow-job. She was almost touching her brother 
and looking directly into his eyes, her own wide, eager and blazing with raw 
desire. 

"Then you'll suggest it to him?" she asked. "If you promise ... I'll make 
you feel better, like I have before...." 

Boldly, Candy reached down and. touched his crotch, right where the bulging 
head of his young prick strained against the jeans. His rod jerked 
excitingly in response to her touch. 

"Golly ... I don't know ... maybe ... I sure as hell would ... Oh ... Candy 
... Candy...." His voice was choked, he was looking down at her hand, 
pressed on his crotch. 

"Let's get undressed," Candy suggested huskily, removing her hand and 
starting to lift the sweater off over her head. She was wearing a half-bra 
that exposed her nipples and lifted her heavy tits up and out, pushing them 
voluptuously together. 

"Golly, Candy, you look great, I forgot," Rod cried in excitement, starting 
to pull off his shirt. 

They undressed quickly. Each was turned-on to the idea of some sexing. 

Rod was thinking about Sherry, that she was almost as beautiful and sexy as 
his mother. That had always bothered him a little; those hidden feelings of 
sexual wonder about Pam Douglas. It never concerned him that it was fun to 
let his sister play with his cock; it just seemed as natural as hell-all 
hell....and hell was about to burst.... 

Candy stretched seductively, causing her breasts to thrust out, naked now, 
her nipples pert and up-tilted. Candy was going to be one hell of a broad 
when she grew up. She was already bigger than Sherry. 

As Rod stared at her boobs, Candy was hungrily devouring his beautifully 
erected prick with her wide eyes. 

Licking her lips, Candy thought about getting that hard thing into her 
mouth, sucking on it until she felt the cum shooting down her throat. The 
idea sent a shiver along her spine and a hot-flash deep in her damp cunt. 

Gee, she thought, I could cum with a finger in here. ... Her hand stroked 
the curly hairs surrounding her pussy-lips. It was all she could do to keep 
from finger-fucking herself. 

If only Jimmy was here to fuck my cunt, she sighed silently, getting so hot 
she didn't care about anything but feeling a cock. She reached toward her 
brother's knobby-headed rod. If only Jimmy was here.... 

Candy realized it was getting to be late afternoon, that Jimmy should be 
coming home pretty soon. 

For a moment she hesitated, thinking it might be possible to wait, get Jimmy 
in bed with her. He sure as hell would screw her cunt, now that they'd 
already sexed around a couple of times. 

Then she saw her brother's cock and realized she needed to feel it. Suck it. 

Her fingers touched his rigid rod. Gosh, Rod thought as Candy caressed his 
prick, how I'd love smothering against her boobs and screwing Sherry's wild, 
hot pussy. 

Then Candy's fingers gripped on his shaft, lifted and lowered it. "OHHHHH, 
Candy ... THAT'S GREAT. Aren't you going to suck it?" 

"Yes ... yes ... if you want," Candy panted, mentally thinking of Jimmy and 
wondering where he might be. She knew he'd walk into the house any moment. 
Maybe discover them and.... 

Candy was just lowering her lips to Rod's throbbing cock when the sound of 
the front door opening stopped her. 

"Anybody home?" It was JIMMY! Candy shivered at the idea of Jimmy walking in 
on them in their immediate condition, naked, obviously having a sex-party 
all their own. 

Her eyes met Rod's and for a moment each of them exchanged a look of doubt, 
then confused fear and panic. Finally Rod grabbed at his clothing, Candy 
rushing for the bedroom door. She got there too late to close it before 
Jimmy saw her naked form. 

"Hell ... what's going on?" Jimmy cried, surprise and quick interest 
lighting his voice. His crotch immediately bucked under his tight jeans and 
sent a thrill through Candy that was so intense that she froze, not daring 
to move. 

Jimmy could see Candy's naked boobs, glistening pussy, and beyond her, Rod, 
clutching clothing against his body, as if trying to hide his hard-on. 

It was obvious what had either taken place or was about to happen. Aware of 
the growing erection in his jeans, Jimmy continued toward the girl, stopping 
in front of her. 

"Have I missed something?" he challenged, grinning. 

Rod was gaping, unsure what to expect. 

Candy was flustered, thrilled by having Jimmy look at her naked body, seeing 
his hard cock under his jeans. She kept thinking that maybe, just maybe, 
this was it, the moment she'd been dreaming about for the last few days. 

It was fantastic! A charge went up his cock, making it jerk violently. 

Candy saw his powerful prick-spasm and felt a painful responding clutch in 
her cunt. 

God, he wants to fuck me ... and'how! He's really horny! 

Christ, Jimmy's mind screamed, to get those tits in my mouth, to screw that 
tight little hairy pussy again. Oh, hell, that's too much ... and the way 
she's looking at my fucking prick.... 

Jimmy's prick hurt so hard that he didn't care who might know it. All he 
thought about was how Candy had sucked him off the other day and how he'd 
wanted to fuck her cunt like he'd done that first time.... 

And now ... there was her naked body, pussy glistening, juicy, as if it were 
oozing with cum. 

What boobs. God, I hadn't remembered ... nobody does ... just looking at her 
tits gives me a cum. 

Candy closed the door, stating her open invitation. 

"You got to be crazy," Jimmy cried, fighting the temptation to strip and 
plug Candy's cunt right off. 

"Sissy?" Candy taunted, leaning forward, letting her hardened nipples touch 
Jimmy's chest. " 'Fraid to be caught? or just afraid of doing it in front of 
Rod? He knows ... and ... we have ideas that are wild ... and-" 

"God, Jimmy, she has-the wild idea of fucking both of us. At once!" Rod 
said. 

Jimmy grinned, ignoring the young boy, his eyes flicking from one tit to the 
other then down to Candy's gaping, moist cunt. 

She grinned at him, challengingly. "Get the idea?" She sounded bold and sure 
of herself. She was on the verge of trembling with desire, just thinking 
about what could happen, if only... 

"God, you aren't kidding, are you?" Jimmy said. 

Hardly, she thought. Not at all. She shoved her naked boobs forcefully 
against his chest. She arched her hips forward, suddenly feeling the sense 
of feminine control, the sure knowledge that a man was always helpless in 
the presence of a naked cunt. 

Not a word was said for seconds. Candy watched as Jimmy removed his shirt 
and started opening his fly. 

At that point Candy slipped forward, her right hand reaching into his pants, 
now totally open, and grabbing at his naked cock. 

"God, what meat!" she exploded in a husky voice. Candy had read that 
statement somewhere. 

Jimmy almost shot off his nuts at that description of his cock, and the 
sensational feel of her hot eager fingers trembling over the head of his 
arching tool, dragging his Jockeys down to expose the bulging head and 
finally grip the hard hurting shaft. 

By this time Rod realized that he should either get into the act or leave 
the room. The tingling sensation racing through his groin was enough to make 
up his mind. 

"Hey, let's do it," he cried, leaping from the bed, his clothes dropping 
from his naked body, revealing his thumping hard-on. 

"Do what?" Jimmy challenged, looking into Candy's eyes as he pulled his 
pants down further to give her a real look at his cock and hairy balls. 

"A real crazy idea. You, me and Rod, all together on the bed," she invited, 
squeezing the base of his cock which jerked at her brazen words. 

"Wild," Jimmy said. 

Rod moved to their side, his young prick standing out. Sandy reached out 
with her other hand and took her brother's stick, folding delicate fingers 
about the pulsating prong. 

Holding two cocks at once was too much for Candy. She couldn't stand it any 
more. 

"On the bed, you two," she cried, giving each cock a quick squeeze then 
rushing to the bed and laying on her back, excited but not sure how things 
would be worked out and not caring. Something would happen, and fast. 

Rod moved onto the bed while Jimmy was getting his pants off. 

"Straddle my head," Candy invited, her imagination now taking command. "No, 
the other way," when Rod started leaning over her, so that his head would be 
in a 69 position. "You gotta give Jimmy room to get into the action." 

Jimmy, by now, had gotten into the spirit of the whole thing, stunned and 
surprised as the events were. 

Part of his mind was frightened silly that somebody might come in and 
discover them balling; the animal in his body didn't care. They could fuck 
silly until cumming; it probably wouldn't take long and Candy was obviously 
out-of-her-skull with the need to climax. 

As Rod turned back to Candy's pussy, hands between his legs, directing his 
cock down to her mouth, Jimmy climbed onto the bed. 

Candy's thighs parted wide. Her pussy was flushed, glistening, the hairy 
outer lips parted, exposing the silky moist inner folds of flesh, the 
welling slit around her gooey hole. 

Just as Candy's mouth went around her brother's prick, she felt the lashing 
caress of a male tongue whip up her pussy, from the top, then down, wiggling 
at the wet entrance. Then that tongue probed and she screamed: 
"Chriiiiiissssstttt!" 

"MMMMMMM ... mmmmmmm ... MM MM MM MM..." came from the mouth smothered 
against her now arching pussy. 

"Oooooo. ... AHHHHH ... OHHHHhhhhHHHH..., " her brother moaned as she 
tongued and licked the underside of his searing prick. 

Candy started devouring Rod's cock as she continued grinding her pussy 
against the ravishing lips and tongue attacking her writhing cunt. 

Jimmy hadn't been able to control himself. The sight of her gaping slit was 
too much. His mouth watered, drooling, then his tongue was licking, lips 
almost attempting to get her sex-mouth into his, wanting to suck that clit 
down his throat. 

His cock swelled so tight and hurting that it seemed impossible to think of 
taking any more punishment. 

Candy's mouth screamed: "FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... NOW. FUCK ME!" 

She'd released her brother's now totally rock-hard prick for that short 
moment to plead for Jimmy's hard fucking cock. 

Candy's mouth devoured Rod, gulped his shaft frantically deep. She felt 
Jimmy's mouth leave her dripping pussy, then movement-hands on either side 
of her on the bed, the feel of a man's body sliding between her thighs, the 
touch of a rigid throbbing cock against the mouth of her gushing hot pussy. 
She almost swallowed the prick in her mouth. Rod's shaft was inserted deep 
into Candy's face, the head deep in her throat. 

"Ohhh ... ohhhh ... ohh!" Rod moaned as Candy's mouth sucked rhythmically on 
his hard fuck knob. 

She gave him such a violently deep suck that for a moment he screamed out in 
delicious pain. 

"NNNNOOOOOO!" 

It was at that moment Candy felt Jimmy's bulky ram slide deep into her pussy 
and she sucked violently on the throbbing rod in her mouth. 

For a moment nobody moved, each enveloped in their own orgastic thoughts, 
sensations, sensual ecstasy. 

Then they all three exploded into uncontrolled action. Candy was cumming and 
the two cocks ramming like rabbit-punches in both places at once. The 
sensations of one cock pumping her mouth, the other stuffing her tight young 
pussy. 

"AHHHHH ... AAAAAAA ... OOOOOO ... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ... OOOOOOH..." 

"GOD, OH, GOD!" Screaming, accentuating each penetration. 

Nothing else existed other than her cumming cunt, almost giving out as much 
juice as two cumming cocks, gushing in cum. Two pricks squirting cream into 
her young holes. 

Her ass bucked, bounced up and down under Jimmy's screwing prick, her mouth 
slurped, sucking on Rod's pumping cock as it slid in and out of her gripping 
lips; and she was cumming, and cumming and... 

Rod's prick jerked, spilling little boy cum down her throat. 

Jimmy was grunting every time his prick thrust into her slit, gripping now 
so tightly about that grinding large prong. 

"Ugh ... Ugh ... Ugh..." 

Squirt. Gulp. 

Squirt. Gulp. 

Jimmy was pumping even faster as Rod's cock continued to jerk, cum, jerk, 
cum..."Ohhh ... God ... God..." 

"I'm cumming," Rod cried, as if this was some new information to Candy's 
gulping mouth. 

"God ... God ... I can't ... stop it..." Jimmy moaned in an agonized voice. 
It seemed that his prick was an endless fountain of cumming cream. 

Candy arched up, her pussy contracting on that hard prong in her slit. She 
sucked Rod's fuck stick as deep as possible as every muscle, every nerve 
screamed in violent orgasm, then climaxed again, cumming as she felt the 
continued spasms of Jimmy's prick releasing his own orgasm into her totally 
flooded cunt. 

All she could do was mentally scream as the voices of the two boys above her 
combined into one insane "AAAAAAAAAA..." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Pam and Sherry had consumed several Martinis at the Swing Bar during and 
after the interview with the owner. Pam had been offered a job, four 
evenings a week, Thursday through Sunday. Sherry claimed she'd clear around 
$100 plus a week, if she played it right, "and plenty of studs to pick 
up..." 

Sitting there, sipping the double martini, feeling a warm glow, even to the 
point of beginning to really like the other woman, Pam said, thoughtfully: 
"The only thing ... I can't leave the kids alone at night..." She was 
thinking about getting an apartment-if she took this job; the only logical 
solution, outside of taking Frank up on his offer. She knew what that would 
mean. It was tempting. 

"Stay at Stella's ... she's there most of the time, anyway, if you think you 
need a baby-sitter," Sherry said. "I don't worry about Jimmy, after all, 
he's old enough to take care of himself." 

"I guess ... at that age ... it is different ... and being a boy ... but 
there's Candy." 

Sherry looked up from her drink. "You aren't foolish enough to think you can 
keep the kids from doing what they want to, regardless? And who said people 
had to screw only in the evenings? No matter what ... without a father ... 
well ... you can't watch them all the time." 

"I guess you're right ... only ... I just worry about both of them." 

Sherry studied Pam for a moment, then leaned forward across the small 
cocktail table. "Look, honey, the trouble with you is you're making too much 
about sex ... about teenagers... 

"They end up taking care of themselves any way, one way or the other, so 
stop beating your head against a stone wall. Believe me, I know. At first I 
worried, a little, until I realized the truth ... you have to live for 
yourself, too. A parent can only lead children so far, and no matter what 
you do, tell them, instruct them ... no matter what ... they are people, too 
... in every way ... only not as experienced as we are in life... 

"They need help from mature and intelligent people. But all our kids are, 
really, no matter what, sexually adult ... and, be honest ... maybe the 
primitive tribes are right about letting their people get at the basics of 
life early. The instant they have the sexual drive they are allowed to act 
on them ... they aren't frustrated by our morality, and who really said our 
way is best? It sure as hell has fucked up our society for a very long 
time... 

"I just try to wing it, and do the. best I can, and hope. The people who 
live by rigid moral ethics end up screwing their kids just as badly. The 
important thing is to try being human ... most of all ... nothing else 
counts, really ... nothing at all." 

The women considered one another for some time, thinking, smoking, sipping 
their drinks, talking more generally for a while, then Sherry said: "You 
know, a kid ... like Rod, Jimmy ... it's sometimes hard to ignore the fact 
that they are men, males, adult enough to have intercourse with women-of any 
age ... and Candy ... well ... she's all woman, that's for sure. Do you know 
there're some societies where the parents teach their young the art of 
lovemaking? Wouldn't it be wild?" 

As if feeling that perhaps she'd said too much, even while realizing how 
much Pam was like herself in so many ways, Sherry shrugged, suggested: "Why 
don't we get the hell out of here?" 

The girls split the check for the drinks, then went to Pam's car. 

Neither said anything for some time, while Pam drove toward the Nelson home. 
But she was thinking wildly, uncertain about what was the best action for 
the immediate future. One thing Pam knew for certain: she couldn't stay at 
the Nelson house without taking another screw-job from Frank-or far more 
horrid, submitting to her building desire for Jimmy. In the last three days 
she'd caught him staring lustfully at her, like he'd give anything in the 
world to get to her pussy. 

Pam had been fighting her sexual needs, and desires-far. too long. Fucking 
Frank had changed some of her attitudes about sex. She'd suddenly discovered 
that sex was a natural thing, not the type of thing which her mother had 
falsely taught her to believe in years ago-a fantasy that the last years of 
Pam's married life had proven distorted. The sexual experience with Steve, 
the delivery boy, just a short time before the divorce, had proven that she 
could desire other cocks. The pick-up at the Swing bar having illustrated 
she could easily turn-on to any male animal, and Frank had shown how a cock 
was nothing but a cock ... that she could forget this obsession she'd had 
toward Jimmy. 

And young boys. All the young boys with the big hard cocks that could charge 
and re-charge, again and again... 

The thought sent shivering excitement through Pam. 

God, Fm horny as hell, again, she realized, her pussy flaming, juicing with 
raw, naked lust for a man's big, large, screwing prick. 

Glancing at Sherry, Pam said, "Do you know what I could really go for right 
now?" 

"Give me a guess?" 

"A good screwing." 

Both women laughed, then Sherry asked: "What's wrong with that?" 

"I don't know, nothing ... I guess..." 

The statement was thoughtful, distant, almost whispered to herself, but loud 
enough for the other women to hear. 

"You're still up-tight about sex, aren't you?" 

Pam considered that carefully, and for a long time wasn't even aware of the 
silence which followed Sherry's statement. 

"Isn't everybody?" Pam wondered out loud. 

"That's the problem. We don't face reality ... that is until we start facing 
ourselves honestly. Between you and me, I can't turn down any cock that's 
offered ... but guess you know that by now, and there's nothing in the world 
wrong with a good healthy screwing." "Maybe you're right." 

"Of course I'm right, honey. A woman was made to be screwed by a man's cock, 
to get it hard enough to fuck, and a man was created to give women joy ... 
that's what it's all about, honey." 

"I guess so," Pam murmured, still half to herself. 

"Where have you been?" 

"Where have I been? Sometimes I've wondered." She was just high enough to 
think honestly about herself. "A virgin almost before I got married ... and 
never balling until many years later with any other male..." 

"You cheated?" Sherry asked. Pam found herself confessing all that had 
happened throughout her marriage; the break-down of their sex-life, the fact 
that her ex-husband had been balling other women, her fascination for the 
delivery boy and the final seduction scene and the divorce. She even 
confessed having gone to the Swing and picking i up a man to screw. 

At that point, Sherry laughed delighted. "Well, I ! was beginning to wonder 
if you really did dig men, after all. Did Frank give you some cock the other 
night? I hope so, I tried to push you two in that direc-i tion. He's been 
hot for you for a very long time and " Pam's first impulse was to deny what 
had I happened, then because of the drinks, the need to ' talk to some woman 
her own age became too much. 

"It happened ... but it won't again. 

"That's why I have to get an apartment ... things could get complicated. And 
badly." 

"Are you kidding? You're out of your fucking mind. That's all the more 
reason to stay on, especially since we now have some kind of mutual 
understanding. I could grow to like you a lot, Pam." 

"You don't understand," Pam said. "It's more than that ... it's what 
happened with Steve ... that young boy and what it did to me and-" 

"Learning that young teenage boys are something wild to fuck around with? 
Honey,-you've been buried in a world of fantasy. There's nothing strange 
about that. For one thing, what do you think swinging clubs are, 
wife-swapping clubs? Getting a little on the side, in the open, no cheating 
and all that ... but partly because everybody is looking for some young ass. 
Men wanting younger girls, women wanting younger men ... boys ... it's only 
natural. At a certain age we get to the point where we realize our youth is 
running out and try to make up for lost time before it's too late-and where 
do you think the young kids get their real experience? From one another? 
From a more mature and experienced partner they can really turn-on, learn, 
because experience teaches all of us something. ... I don't give a damn 
about the old morality. We are all physical, sexual creatures and it's a 
sin-a real crime when a kid at their sexual peak is forced to do nothing 
more than jack off. Especially women ... we get that way in our thirties ... 
in case you didn't notice. And a young teenage boy is just right for us when 
we need that kind of thing ... a mature man when we are looking for another 
kind of orgastic delight. I think people should use their sexual organs the 
minute they are fully matured and learn to enjoy the sexual experience for 
as long as we can, with anybody we can get ... to hell with all this old 
morality-this is a new generation, a new time, with the pill and all that 
... things are changing-" 

Pam drove the car up into the driveway of the Nelson house, killed the 
engine. 

Getting out, Sherry called, "Aren't you coming?" 

Pam glanced at her then sat back against the seat, thoughtful. A moment 
later she lighted a cigarette. Sherry went toward the house. 

Pam started the car, drove into the street. She needed time alone, to think 
things out. She drove aimlessly, tormented by a confusion of doubts and 
desperately longing hunger to know what it would be like to get Jimmy Nelson 
in bed with her. 

Sherry was at a sexual pitch and she went into the house wondering if Rod or 
Jimmy might be there, alone. She wasn't prepared for what was actually going 
on in Candy's bedroom. 

Sherry went up toward her room with the idea of changing into a swim suit, 
feeling a little too light-headed for her own good. 

As she walked past Candy's door she heard strange moaning sounds that made 
no sense at all. 

"Aaaaaaa ... oooooooo ... ahhhhhhhhhh..." 

It sounded like a blending of voices, as if from a radio, but the music was 
all wrong, even for the mod stuff that was being produced and played 
nowdays. She hesitated, swaying slightly from the booze, her right arm 
reaching out to support herself with the wall. 

Somehow those sounds had a quality about them that struck a mental note. 

Under other circumstances, Sherry's quick mind would have snapped to alert 
attention, recognized the moaning as sobs of sexual ecstasy. But the setting 
was all wrong, her mind confused with a glowing desire for Jimmy or Rod. 

"CAAAAAAAA ... A A A A ... DDDDDDDDDDY-GOD! CANDY ... CANDY!" 

The words rammed right up through her pussy, deep into her womb. 

This sobered her-fast. Sherry almost had a cum. 

Her whole body arched, the muscles contracting, her cunt suddenly expanding 
with the passionate surge of gorging hot blood, gushing in its 
sexual-juices. 

God, who's in there with Candy? Automatically she'd stepped to the door, 
opened it, stared open-mouthed at what she saw. 

Candy's young naked body was lying on its back, her head covered by the hips 
of one boy, thighs gripping tight about those of another, whose cock was 
obviously deep into her slit. 

Both boys were straining, sweating, locked in her gripping holes: mouth and 
pussy. 

She's sucking her brother's cock, Sherry thought. Screwing Jimmy! Sherry 
almost had an orgasm. 

Instinctively, Sherry silently slid the door closed behind her, watching 
them, wanting to strip and join in or finger-fuck her pussy. She realized 
that Pam might be gone for some time; had heard the woman drive away; knew 
if she saw this scene that all hell would break loose. 

Sherry quickly considered everything and knew what to do. 

None of the teenagers realized Sherry was standing there, watching as they 
came out of their dazed climax. 

Jimmy, lifting away, was first aware of another person in the room, seeing a 
form at his left. 

His gleaming cock jerked in surprise, glistening as it pulled slowly out of 
Candy's still tightly constricted, cum-filled cunt, the creamy fluid 
overflowing those flushed red lips, drooling through the matted hairs. 

"Golly, Aunt Sherry!" he cried, more in surprise than alarm. 

He knew all about Sherry's delight in screwing young boys and had done it 
enough times not to be embarrassed discovering her watching; only puzzled by 
her unexpected appearance. 

Rod Whipped around, almost tearing his limp and drained cock from Candy's 
lips, shocked, wishing he could run, terrified at having been caught 
screwing his sister. 

Sherry threw back her head and belted out a laugh of delicious pleasure. 

It would have been foolish to play the "scolding" adult, when she'd already 
screwed both boys. As far as Candy was concerned, there was a lot for the 
little girl to learn, and she sure as hell would from "old" Sherry. 

"Gee, Sherry," Jimmy said. "You sure gave me a start, coming in on us like 
that." 

"God! Oh, God," Rod stammered. 

Candy snapped, "Oh, shut up, dummy ... don't you understand? She's delighted 
... and wants some of the action herself. Isn't that right?" 

Sherry's cunt was already flowing, her panties damp from cum, breasts 
heaving, flesh tingling, body preparing itself for a sexual orgasm. It felt 
as if hands were touching her, caressing every nerve. She couldn't get her 
eyes off the two boy's young pricks; one glistening from the spit of Candy's 
mouth, the other coated with cum-both male and female. 

And Candy's extended slit, lips widely parted, pussy-hairs dripping with 
creamy cum. 

God what a sight! 

The girl was obviously still turned-on and ready for anything that might 
give her an orgasm. 

Sherry grinned to herself, realizing that it would be so very easy to drive 
Candy right up the wall by going down on her. A woman knew really how to eat 
pussy far better than almost any man. Sherry had met only a few studs with 
the ability to really get at a woman's cunt with his mouth and tongue in 
such expert skill. She always wondered who had been their teacher. 

Jimmy grinned, relaxing, knowing that whatever Sherry had in mind had to be 
something wild. 

"Want a real party?" she invited. 

"What kind?" Candy asked, her pussy contracting at the possibilities. 

Rod gasped but said nothing. Whatever the others did, he was for double and 
then some. 

Sherry grinned. "I guess all we have to do is close the door. ... I'm sure 
nobody will find out." 

She was already teasing herself with the idea that if Pam actually did get a 
chance to discover the truth, a dam would break-and it would make or break 
the woman. Then she started getting undressed. 

The teenagers watched, wide-eyed as Sherry pulled off her blouse, stepped 
out of her slacks, stood before them in pink panties and bra. Slowly, 
teasingly she removed her bra, watching the boy's peckers to judge what 
their reaction might be. 

Both jerked slightly, yet didn't get hard. It might take a little teasing, 
but between Candy and herself, Sherry was sure that wouldn't take them too 
long. They were young and could get it up more times than most men, and 
shoot off cum again and again. 

Jimmy, she knew for sure, would be quick to get a hard-on, and from the 
eager, lustful expression on his young face, the slight twitching of his 
limp cock, Sherry realized it wouldn't be more than minutes before he was 
ready to scream for pussy. 

But it was Rod that Sherry really wanted. 

She dropped her bra and started lowering her panties as the boy's eyes grew 
very large with interest and desire. 

"Come on, Candy, let's show these studs what a woman can really do to a 
man's cock," she challenged. "Youth vs. experience." 

Candy's eyes lighted, taking the challenge eagerly. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Pam parked the car and went into the house. She thought of getting Sherry to 
talk to, then changed her mind. She went to the den and poured a stiff shot 
of Scotch, without ice or water, then sat down, sipping the liquor, let her 
mind drift. 

Sherry's words were still tormenting her. Maybe the woman was right in her 
perversely logical way. Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with enjoying sex 
with any male animal-any stud, prick, cock-that could service a woman's 
pussy. 

After all, boy's were at a sexual peak at Rod's and Jimmy's and Steve's age. 
Teenage boys needed to learn from experienced women how to use their peckers 
so they would be better husbands when they grew into adult men. 

Even a girl, at Candy's early age, especially one who showed such obvious 
signs of sexual maturity, should learn the facts of life. But that was as 
far as Pam could let herself go. 

It was one thing to mentally play with such thoughts; thoughts weren't 
actions. She was thinking about two virgin children; her children; each too 
young ... a girl, a boy, just kids. 

Then she remembered finding the cum-smeared tissues under Rod's bed and a 
voluptuous wave of sexually charged erotic excitement rushed up her spine 
like an explosion. 

God, I'm going insane. Standing, Pam started pacing the floor. She heard a 
strange moaning sound, as if the house was groaning under some strain. But 
it wasn't the house; it was a human sound-from upstairs! 

"What the hell?" she cursed, swallowing the rest of the liquor. Pam 
attempted to ignore the sounds, while giving herself another stiff drink. 

"It's my imagination? Who the hell could be up there. ... ? " Then Pam was 
stricken with shock. 

Sherry was in the house. With who? 

It couldn't be Candy ... Not her? Was Jimmy up there with Sherry? 

God, no! her mind screamed in jealousy, then open horror. 

With her nephew? Then it must be Candy ... or ... Candy and Jimmy? 

"oooooooo". 

"mmmmmmmm..." 

Somebody up there is doing something. 

Something horrid, wicked, orgastic! What if Sherry was with Rod? Or Jimmy 
with Candy? 

What else more horrid ? Candy with Rod? 

Her imagination was driving Pam up the wall. She knew for certain that it 
was impossible that any of these things would be taking place. Yet those 
sounds ... In her imagination? 

Pam was already half-drunk, dazed, emotionally at a sensual pitch where 
sanity didn't seem real, where all things about her had a fantasy illusion. 

She was still clutching the empty glass in her hand as she stormed up the 
staircase. The sounds were getting louder, becoming more real, less her 
imagination. 

"oooooooo." 

" ... aaaaaaaa..." 

They came from Candy's room. There was no mistaking that. They were sexual. 

Then a voice, Jimmy's cried out: "OH, SHERRRRRY, DON'T STOP ... ccccCCC A AA 
ANNDDDDDD Y!" 

Then a young girlish scream of total joy. "Wow ... wohohwwww ... oh ... 
faster, more, more. Yes ... Oh, JIMMY!" 

Pam had her hand on Candy's door, but was paralyzed. It was obvious what 
must be going on in the room. She couldn't accept such a reality. 

Jimmy. Sherry. Candy... 

OH, MY GOD! her mental anguish was like a real voice, alive, but soundless. 

The door flung open, as if by magic. Her mind blanked out what it saw, 
though her body responded violently, completely. 

There was Rod, naked, mounted behind the broad raised fanny of a mature 
woman, his narrow hips thrusting, jerking, ramming again and again, fast, 
rhythmic strokes that were so wantonly sending his cock into her ass or 
pussy from behind, doggie-fashion. 

Sherry was bent over Jimmy, who lay on his back on the bed, her head between 
his parted legs. But more horrifying of all was the sight of Candy's young 
naked form, straddling Jimmy's face, her pussy smothered over his lips. Pam 
could actually see his tongue playing along the slit of Candy's widely 
parted cunt lips, licking, thrusting into the hole, slipping up along the 
valley, then down as the girl leaned over, taking turns with the older woman 
at orally assaulting the young boy's glistening hard, arching, red hot 
prick. 

Candy was out of her mind, first watching as Sherry put her lips about 
Jimmy's prick, sucking the shaft just below the head, then dragging 
sensuously up, tongue licking the tip, then moving away to give Candy room 
to take her turn. Candy's mouth drove down about that pulsing, deliciously 
hard cock, drawing it deep into her hungry mouth, feeling the twitching hot, 
bloated head, pressing it up against the roof of her mouth, sucking, her 
tongue moving back and forth, furiously licking, tasting and eating that 
male sex-sucker. 

Sherry was letting the younger girl take her time, knowing that it would be 
Candy's cunt that wrapped about Jimmy's fucking cock when the moment came. 
Sherry had suggested the set-up, telling Jimmy to get in place, instructing 
Candy to straddle his face so he had something to "eat", while they took 
turns getting that stick up tight for Candy to screw. Sherry was positioned 
in such a way that it was possible to lift her fanny, thighs parted, 
supported on her elbows. 

She'd told Rod exactly what to do. His darling young arms were about her 
body, hands cupping her swaying breasts, even before she felt the stiff cock 
slide up eagerly against her wet pussy. She started working on Rod, sucking 
his prick hard. After it'd gotten stiff, they'd all positioned themselves. 
It had been wild sucking his young prong up hard, making it glisten and 
stiff, while Candy and Jimmy stood there watching. Rod was sitting on the 
edge of the bed and she'd knelt between his legs, all but devouring that 
young, darling prick, making it rigid in her mouth. 

Rod had fumbled, and Sherry took her hand and reached between her legs, 
getting hold of his long slender cock, placing the fiery head against her 
pussy hole. 

"Slide it in, baby," she said. She'd almost cum. 

At the same time, Sherry gulped on Jimmy's cock, letting it play in her 
mouth, running her tongue around the head, sliding up, releasing it, then 
letting herself enjoy the experience of Rod's prick sliding in and out of 
her compressed pussy, which squeezed down teasingly on that pumping prong. 

" ... ooooooo ... aaaaaaaa ... OOOOO ... AAAA..." Rod kept "ohing" as he 
entered, "ahing" as his throbbing hot stick slipped part way out of her 
pussy. 

Candy was groaning with ecstasy, soft murmuring, caressing sighs, every time 
Jimmy's tongue laced expertly across her pussy. His lips sucked, making her 
gasp in an anguished breath. 

Then Candy was sucking Jimmy's prong, her head thrashing between his legs. 

"Easy, Rod," Sherry warned. "Remember ... last time. Take it easy ... 
there's no hurry..." Then to Candy: "You ... better ... ohhhh ... ROD, slow. 
OH ... ROOOOOD..." She managed to control herself. "Candy ... he's 
youuuuUUUURSSSSS! ROD, HONEY! OHHHHHHHH, ROOOOOD-D-dddddd ... ROD!" 

Sherry's voice was screaming as she kept feeling his young pecker ramming 
faster into her like a rapidly pumping position, her whole body trembling, 
ass jerking, writhing. His young hands were grabbing at her breasts, 
squeezing every time he penetrated her cunt, now dripping in cum juice which 
ran down her thighs and over his balls. 

She saw Candy slide her juicy pussy down along Jimmy's chest, then like an 
insane animal turn, throw a leg over his hips, almost hitting Sherry's face, 
then thrusting her pussy down, grabbing his jerking prong to hold it steady, 
sat directly on the meaty cockhead, grinding in a wild circle on the tip 
until it was inserted into her hole. 

"OOOOOOO ... A A A A A ! AHHHHHHHHHH-OH, JIMMMMMY." Candy's scream's of 
ecstasy as her pussy screwed his cock all the way to the hilt into her tight 
pussy was so orgastic to Sherry that her own cumming cunt seemed to explode 
into violent, uncontrolled spasms. 

"OH OHOHOHOHOH," Jimmy's cry of pleasure yelled at Candy, mixing with Rod's: 
"AH AH AHAHAH! SHHHHHEEEEERYYYY, I-I-I'mmmmm ... gooonnnnaaaa ... CUM!" 

And he did. 

The mixture of sounds, sensations was too much. 

Sherry's eyes were wide open, taking in all the visual stimulation, seeing 
Jimmy's glistening wet prick grinding in and out of Candy's pussy as it 
lifted and lowered on that stiff shaft, causing her cunt lips to disappear 
as his pecker thrust in, making them pull way out as he withdrew. The young 
boy's hips were meeting every one of Candy's frenetic movements. 

And Sherry was close enough to actually smell, almost taste his cock and the 
girl's cumming cunt. 

Candy was aware, seeing out of the corner of her eye, the action of Rod's 
young body screwing Sherry's pussy from behind. It was impossible to see 
anything beyond that. Her eyes were on Jimmy's face, contorted in the agony 
of his pleasure, watching his chest heaving, mouth gasping. She glanced down 
to see his prick disappearing, then reappearing, going in and out of her 
flesh. It was simply too much. 

She never experienced anything like this. 

Beyond the fact that Candy had never before in her life screwed cock, had a 
real fucking orgy on a bed, she'd never been in the same room with another 
fucking couple. And having seen Sherry sucking her brother's prick was wild. 

That last sent a wave of erotic excitation through Candy so violent that her 
pussy started contracting in an unexpected climax, gripping down on Jimmy's 
throbbing cock as he rammed it in as deep as it would go- 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMMING..." she screamed, arching her back, 
straining all over, her breasts quivering, cherry-hard nipples jerking. 

Jimmy saw Candy going through the straining agony of pleasure as her cunt 
tightened on his prick, buried so deep in that gushing well. It was all he 
could do to keep from cumming, himself. 

Then out of the corner of his eye saw a blur of movement. In an instant 
Jimmy was aware of what was happening, who had walked in on them. 

His cock, enveloped so deeply in Candy's slit, jerked, both in erotic thrill 
as well as in a sense of frightened horror. 

"PAM!" he cried, just as Candy was coming out of her orgasm. 

He saw the other woman behind Candy, saw the lifted skirt, the hands 
furiously dragging down narrow red panties, saw one leg step out of them. 

Pam wasn't aware of what she was doing, just reacting. The shock of seeing 
Rod banging a hard prick in Sherry's pussy wasn't quite as difficult to 
take. After all he was a boy. But Candy... 

Her girl ... with Jimmy's prick in her pussy. 

She could only think of getting her young, innocent daughter off that boy. 

Pam reached for her daughter's shoulders, yanking her off the hot young 
stud-right off his glistening hard prick. 

Candy, aware of finishing her climax, amazed by the fact that Jimmy hadn't 
gone off, had lifted in the first act of continuing to screw his cock up and 
down in her drenched cunt. She was hot, but exhausted from that wonderful 
climax. 

Then she felt hands grab her shoulders, lift her up, and push her off Jimmy. 

Then she saw Pam. ... She now understood what Jimmy had shouted a moment 
before. 

Pam stared down at the boy, his legs spread and cock glistening in her 
daughter's cum, lifting up like a gigantic pole, calling, demanding, 
thrilling... 

She couldn't believe the sight; was blinded to everything else. 

Jimmy's prick, hard, throbbing, screaming for cunt. His eyes were wide, 
staring lustfully up at her, hoping she would leap on his prick and screw 
it. 

Jimmy couldn't believe what was happening. The expression on Pam's face was 
so emotionally torn, yet he'd seen such a look before on Sherry's face, an 
erotic, wild stare of total desire, lust. 

"Fuck her," Sherry said. 

"God, oh, God," Pam cried, trembling, her hands reaching out, uncontrolled, 
her body arching. Pulling up her skirt, Pam exposed her pussy. She hardly 
heard Sherry's cry: "Screw Jimmy, he wants it." 

Pam, unable to think of anything other than possessing his throbbing, 
glistening cock-the prick she'd wanted for so many weeks-jumped on top of 
Jimmy, squatting over his hips, her thighs parted, pussy-lips rubbing 
furiously on his slippery cock. 

Jimmy was stunned, aware of the moist heat of Pam's hairy pussy, the valley 
between, then gripping fingers grabbing at the base of his prong. 

Fire surged around his cock, moist, hot fiery flesh, folding over the end, 
shaft, squeezing it like a buttery, silken vise. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

For a delicious moment Pam was in ecstasy, surrounding Jimmy's young hard 
prick, which was throbbing now in her pussy. 

"God, oohhhh," she cried, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh..." 

Her hips were grinding around and around, driving that throbbing point in 
and out, right up against her swollen clit, making just the end twist and 
dance around and up and down. She was screwing Jimmy's hot cock. 

"Oh ... God ... Jimmy. OOOOHhhh! OOOHHHH ... OH ... OH..." 

Pam's cunt was drooling juice, flooding around that penetrating shaft. It 
was like sitting on a burning steel rod, a white-hot stick covered with soft 
meaty flesh, bouncing around inside her pussy. 

Jimmy was crazed by the idea of having Pam on him. He didn't dare move. He 
did everything Sherry had taught him about keeping his cool. Any moment he 
was afraid he'd cum. 

God, he kept thinking, this is too much. 

"AAAA ... AAAAAHHHH..." he kept saying every time that hot, moist, tightly 
constricted sheath wrapped about his prong, so juiced up it felt like a 
fountain was flooding about his heated, meaty shaft. 

Sherry watched, fascinated, then seeing the expression on Jimmy's face, his 
whole body, every muscle straining, she said: "Hold on, honey ... just keep 
it cool." 

But Candy was crying in amazement. "MOMMY, GOD! LOOK AT MOMMY FUCK! WHAT A 
SIGHT." 

Rod was stunned, seeing Jimmy's cock slide part way into his mother's cunt, 
then out, in and out, her hips grinding in furious circles. He just stood 
there, mouth gaping, his cock beginning to swell in erotic excitement at the 
sight. 

"OHHHHH GOD ... JIMMMMMY! OH, GOD..." Pam screamed, falling all the way down 
onto his young body, then lifting, lowering, cumming with every total 
penetration. 

God, I'm screwing Jimmy ... I'm screwing Jimmy. 

Nothing could have stopped her. Only a dim part of her mind was numbly aware 
of the perversity of what was taking place, all the rest was overwhelmed at 
having finally possessed what she'd wanted so long. 

"Oh, I can't stand it. . . "she cried. "OH!" 

"Cool, Jimmy," Sherry warned, as she saw the boy arch up to meet Pam's 
downward thrust. The sight of all his young meat sliding swiftly into that 
juiced-up pussy was so erotic that Sherry turned, grabbed hold of Rod's 
young cock, holding it, jerking on it, putting her other hand on her own 
pussy, three fingers grinding away at the same rapid speed that Jimmy's 
shaft was pumping into Pam's. 

Rod's moaned: "AAAA ... OHHHH ... OHHHH..." 

Candy, already on a sexual high, rushed around to Rod's side, her eyes still 
on her mother's cunt screwing Jimmy's throbbing cherry-purple cock which was 
getting even larger, thicker, longer. The older woman was lifting higher, 
dropping all the way, hiding cock and nuts, then bouncing up again, 
revealing her cunt, his cock sliding out almost to the beefy end. 

"Look ... at ... her..." Candy cried, trembling as she got hold of Rod's 
right hand, placing it against her pussy. 

Rod knew what to do. He was anxious to feel cunt. His fingers clawed at 
Candy's slit, sliding in that moist well. 

"OH, YESSSSS ... FINGER-FUCK ME..." 

Sherry glanced at Candy. Then looked at Rod's swollen cock in her hand. She 
dropped to her knees before Rod, and got his prick into her mouth, while 
still finger-fucking herself. Above her, Rod was reaching about her head, 
fingering his sister. The two young kids leaned closer and Pam felt Rod's 
hand ramming at Candy's cunt. Rod and Candy tongue kissed, furiously. 

Sherry was in just the right position to see Pam, still straddling Jimmy, 
now lifting more slowly, working at the young boy's pecker in grinding, 
lingering circles. 

Candy cried, her pussy convulsively jerking, her hips shuddering as she 
responded to Rod's fingers. 

"OHHHHH ... YES ... YES! OH, I'M CUMMING. FASTER, FASTER..." 

And Rod: "SUCK ME ... YES ... KEEP SUCKING ME! OH, SUCK ME..." 

Sherry's soft, moist lips were devouring the young boy's cock, driving it in 
and out of her mouth, thrashing between his young legs as it started 
jerking. 

"I-I'm ... cummmmming..." 

SQUIRT. Gulp. 

SQUIRT ... squirt ... SQUIRT... 

Her mouth gulped his cumming cock, getting all the lovely, young juice, 
swallowing every delicious drop as her tongue licked the powerfully jerking 
shaft. 

She was licking Rod's cum-hole when Candy cried, "LOOK AT THEM GO." 

All eyes turned to Pam and Jimmy. 

Pam was leaning over the young boy, her hands on either side of his head, 
breasts swishing against his chest, her ass jerking up and down, dress 
pulled up about her waist. 

"Go, go, go..." Candy giggled in delight at seeing her mother fucking Jimmy. 

But Pam didn't hear anything, see anything. Her eyes were closed, taking in 
the sensation of that rigid cock that just wouldn't stop, wouldn't go down, 
wouldn't cum. 

Then all at once she felt it jerking in her sheath, jerking and cumming. 

"God," she cried, matching his orgasm. 

She ground savagely on his prick, unable to stop herself, not thinking of 
anything other than the sensation of his prick jerking so powerfully. It had 
been in her for so long, so big and large, growing thicker, longer, harder 
by the penetration. Now... 

"I-can't ... hold ... it. . . " Jimmy cried. 

But his cock was already announcing that fact. 

"CUM! OH, JIMMY, CUM," Pam screamed, her pussy tightened about his prick as 
she continued to pump even more violently up and down on it. 

"God, ohohoh! ohhhHHH. . . " she moaned as Jimmy's cock started jerking so 
powerfully in her that it seemed like an iron piston was ramming the meat 
out of her gushing cunt. 

Ready to cum, as he had been from all the sexual teasing that had taken 
place before, Jimmy was surprised at his ability to have held off this long. 
How he'd wanted Pam... 

He rammed up, furiously, driving his prong all the way into her deep cunt, 
letting it belch again and again. 

"OH ... UGH! OHHH ... UGH ... " he kept grunting as the whole shaft jerked, 
the foreskin, head, complete organ rippling in torturing hot fire, hurting, 
tingling with the pleasure of being so totally gripped in Pam's gyrating 
pussy. 

The contractions of that sheath about his rigid pole sent voluptuous 
sensations through every nerve. 

"HUGGGG..." SQUIRT. And that pussy gulped on his cumming cock. 

Gulped again and again as it jerked more and more violently in her hot 
embrace. 

Sherry finally felt Rod's cock slip limply from her pussy. She sat up and 
watched. 

Candy was on the other side of the bed, kneeling on the floor, her eyes 
bright, her mouth open, panting, staring at her mother. 

Pam still had her dress up about her thighs, straining as the young boy 
continued to cum, his hard prick jerking in her tight grip. 

"GOD, YOUR ... COCK ... IS ... SO ... HARD..." she screamed. 

Then she lifted away, moved, and put her mouth about that hard shaft as it 
belched out a last spasm of creamy cum, which shot up into her throat. She 
gulped and sucked as Jimmy's hips continued jerking. 

"AUGUGH ... UGH ... OH, GOD ... CHRIST ... UGH." And his cock continued to 
jerk, but was spent, drained for the moment, though hard in that hot, moist 
embrace. 

Stella had stopped by the store and talked Frank into leaving work early. 
She'd been shopping, was bored. Frank was thinking about Pam all afternoon, 
hoping she didn't get the job at the Swing, wishing that it was possible to 
keep her at the house with them. 

Frank was feeling horny, thinking he might take Stella to bed when they got 
home, screw her but good. Then he thought of Pam, Candy. God, I'm horny for 
both of them. In such a mood he drove home. 

They walked toward the house. Frank felt a sense of tender contentment 
toward his wife. They didn't fool one another; they were two mature adults 
who began marriage as an intelligent arrangement and learned to relate 
completely with one another. His first wife had been frigid, but he'd 
learned ways to turn her on He'd learned ways to screw around with other 
women, too. Now that wasn't necessary with Stella and her family. He only 
wished that Pam would stay on, give him more of her wild, wonderful body. 
What a fucking cunt she had. 

As they entered the house there was a strange moaning sound from upstairs. 
Each looked at the other in surprise. 

"Who?" was Frank's question, as his cock started tingling. He knew what was 
happening-but not between whom. 

"Let's find out," Stella suggested eagerly, giving his hand a intimate 
squeeze. 

Frank grinned, then they started up the stairs. It took only a moment to 
discover from which room the sexual sounds were coming. 

Frank stepped to the opened doorway and his cock jerked violently at the 
sight before them. 

Candy's young eyes whipped toward Frank and Stella, alarm widening them with 
fear. OH, MY GOD, WE'RE REALLY IN FOR IT NOW! She screamed: "OH, NOOO!" 

Pam froze, and with sudden realization knew what she'd been doing. Up to 
this point she'd been crazed beyond rational thought. Immediately her mouth 
parted to scream, her hands pushed, shoved away from Jimmy's naked body. 

Frank saw the blanched look of open horror on Pam's face, then he moved. 
Without thought, he rushed toward Pam, determined to help her keep under 
control. Whatever had happened, it went far deeper than a sex orgy. 

A moment before he'd been on the verge of stripping, going for Candy, but 
the look in her mother's eyes revealed anguished pain, confusion and near 
insanity. 

"Hey, kids, been having some fun on the side?" Frank said, making the words 
sound casual, so they would realize he accepted the scene for what it 
was-nothing more, no damning judgments. "Guess I missed something." 

Then he was at Pam. She felt hands grabbing her shoulders, lifting her. A 
moment later she was embraced in tender arms, firm, mature, mannish. It was 
Frank. 

"Oh, God, Frank ... Frank..." 

"Hold on, kid ... steady ... everything's fine..." Frank's voice soothed. 
"Just take it easy. 

Pam looked up into the man's face and saw something she didn't expect to 
find-understanding, tenderness, desire. 

Stella motioned the other's out with a wave of her hand. They gathered 
around her in the hallway. She hugged her two tall boys and 
girl-grandchildren all, but mature sexual humans-not virginal kids. 

Pam, tears streaming down her cheeks, stared at Frank, forcing herself to 
think rationally. 

What happened? She couldn't believe it. Everything seemed dream-like. 

Then she was talking, telling Frank about the job, about what she'd seen in 
this bedroom, mixing it all up, then saying how she'd wanted Jimmy so bad, 
for so long, and begging him to forgive her. 

"Please, Frank, forgive me. I couldn't help it ... maybe I'm sick ... that's 
it ... I'm sick and need help ... there's something wrong with me..." 

"No ... no ... Pam. Listen ... there's nothing wrong with wanting-" 

"You don't understand ... Sherry will tell you ... she knows what it's like 
... a woman like me ... her ... and young boys and-" 

"Cool it! I know ... I understand. I'm like you too. We all have sexual 
cravings. Some hold it in until they die ... some are wise enough to learn 
how to handle their desires. Some are unhung-up enough to learn to enjoy the 
sexual experience for what it is and not make a big deal out of it. Hell, 
I've wanted Candy-and you ... I'd give one hell of a lot to get her in bed 
with me ... I'm just as hungry and human as you ... so stop making excuses 
about that." 

Pam looked up at him with amazement. "You're kidding?" 

"No. I'm not. And they sure as hell aren't virgins! There's nothing wrong 
with wanting a young girl ... or for a woman to want a young boy. If 
Jimmy-likes the idea of making it with you ... I'd be delighted to have you 
teach him everything you know ... and wouldn't you want your daughter to 
learn what sex is all about before she starts falling in 'love' with some 
kid? Better to know the difference between a sexual desire and an emotional 
need. We're at that age when we want a lot of action and the idea of having 
some young stuff is even more appealing. You're a damn fool to make anything 
more out of it than that. What you saw was nothing but four human beings, 
two females, two males, enjoying a sexual experience together, willingly ... 
and you joined in ... because you actually wanted to! I would've been after 
Candy if-" 

"Candy," Pam said. A shudder rushed down her spine. 

She looked at Frank and suddenly wanted to escape with him, to stop 
thinking, to merely screw until she was unconscious, numb. 

"Jealous?" Frank asked with a slight.laugh in his voice. "Why not? They're 
young, have their whole lives to live, and if they're lucky they ll get more 
out of it than we did ... so ... be jealous if you want ... I'd rather do it 
another way ... the way that's fun for all." 

"How's that?" Pam's mind had been spinning with all the words-all reflecting 
the same fact: she wanted Jimmy ... she wanted to make up for lost time ... 
she had felt violently excited by seeing the sexual orgy taking place in her 
daughter's room. 

"Why don't we just tell the other's to come in ... and see what happens," 
Frank suggested, gently, touching Pam's cheek. "It's the only way to face 
it, head on, completely, for good, even if it does hurt a little. De-trigger 
the whole issue once and for all ... maybe it won't be as difficult as you 
think." 

She sat there dazed, not knowing what to do, but aware of the truth of his 
statement. Finally, Pam nodded. 

A moment later the whole family was standing in front of them. 

Stella gazed at her daughter, then let her eyes sweep from one face to the 
other. Each wanted Pam to join them, to admit to her own desires, to become 
one of the family. 

"I was wrong, when you were young," Stella said. "I've changed ... Frank 
helped me ... let him help you, too, now." 

It was all Stella had to say. 

Pam glanced at Frank, then at his young son. 

It became painfully obvious at that point, to Pam, the truth of the 
situation. She was the only hold-out; the only one still uncertain. 
Everybody else was ready, willing, and quite able to act, totally and 
sensually. 

For only a moment Pam hesitated, while her mind once again ran over the 
facts, the series of events which had led to this moment. 

Whatever she did, it would influence her children. To totally reject what 
she'd already done in their presence would do far more harm, it would be a 
lie-like the one Stella had taught her when she was a teenager. To be 
honest, admit the truth, and wing it from there was the only intelligent 
thing to do. 

Pam kicked the leg, and her panties fell to the floor. "Well," she said, 
"what're we waiting for?" 

Candy turned toward Frank, who gently slipped his arm about her lovely young 
body. 

Stella and Sherry moved toward Rod. 

Pam didn't see any of this, and wasn't really caring. Physically they were 
all sexually mature, all consenting-it was all in the family, now. Nobody 
was going to get hurt-in fact, it was going to be one hell of a 
fantastically wonderful sexual orgy: the very first one in her life.' 

She stripped, quickly, without speaking, but her eyes were devouring Jimmy's 
naked body, taking in the surprisingly fast-rising cock. Then she reached 
for him, pulled that firm, young, body against her own. 

The first tongue kiss sent chills through Pam's body so hot and exciting 
that she never did know when or how they got on the bed, Jimmy's hips 
between her widely parted thighs, his cock sliding gracefully all the way 
home, into her greedy hot, moist slit. 

Candy lay on the bed next to her mother, Frank already beginning to devour 
her breasts, his fingers sliding up against her pussy. 

Sherry was holding Rod's cock with her hand, Stella standing by, watching 
the sexual scene before her, content to simply see her family sharing the 
most intimate and total expression of love together. Later she'd get her 
chance to enjoy Jimmy; right now it was enough to see Pam in total 
possession of his rigid young cock. 

Frank was positioning his cock between Candy's parted thighs. 

Pam didn't notice anything. Her lips were parted wide, sobbing in pleasure, 
in total ecstasy. 

"OHHHHHHHH ... JIMMMMMMMMY..." she moaned as his hands cupped her breasts, 
as her fingers caressed the twitching muscles of his buttocks, holding that 
wonderfully hard cock in place for one delicious moment before they would 
begin the rhythms of carnal love. 

Pam didn't hear her daughter's cry: "Frank, fuck me ... yes, yes, fuck me. 
FUCK ME ... OH, GOD, FRANK, YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEE!" 

Only Stella heard and saw, and experienced wave after wave of voluptuously 
satisfying pleasure at the sights and sounds. She watched as Sherry started 
sucking on Rod's cock, she glanced at Candy throbbing under Frank's pumping 
prick, she sighed in total emotional and mental ecstasy at realizing she'd 
made it up to Pam, at last. 

Then Pam's hips moved, lowered, lifted, churning, grinding from side to 
side, ramming at the young boy above her, bouncing, driving his prong again 
and again into her gripping pussy. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH, JJJJJIMMMM!" Pam arched up in a multiple orgasm that made 
everything she'd gone through up until now worth the anguish and torture. 

"JIMMMMMYYYY, OH, JIMMY..." 

Then she was cumming again and feeling his responding powerful jerking 
spasms flooding along that stiff, rippling prong, shooting hot sticky cum 
deep into her womb. 

"OH, JIMMMMY, AT LAST," she screamed again, happy for the first time in 
months, perhaps in her whole life. 


THE END
