RX-305  Lend-Lease Dog
[aka 'Lend-Lease Lover']
(Angela Black)


Foreword

What you're holding in your hand is quite simply a sex novel – a completely candid
and exhaustively graphic story of ordinary people who get involved in some quite
extraordinary sexual activities and relationships. It is simply and forcefully written, 
fastmoving, lively, down-to-earth, and will not bore you or befuddle you with tiresome
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Dog. We felt we should do this because for us, the book did carry a bit of a message –
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before all the facts are considered.
For Martha, the middle-aged and initially sex-starved housewife and mother who is this
story's central figure, the results of one such erroneous assumption are exciting and
happy ones. But not everyone is so fortunate. And lamentably, those who are hurt most
by hasty assumptions and false beliefs are often not those who make the mistake, but
those about whom something untrue is believed by others. These are the victims of
prejudice, whether racial, sexual, religious or whatever.
To treat this book as if it were a real-life account, we may suggest that Martha and her
three neighbors, Sally, Alice and Mary, could well find themselves numbered among the
victims of such prejudice if the story of their sexual exploits had become known in the
community at large – known to others of their neighbors, to their husbands' employers
and co-workers, to authority figures in the churches, schools and governmental agencies
that affected their lives and their loved ones. After all, women who indulge in incest and
zoophilia... who progress from pornographic movies to getting and giving sexual
pleasure in relationships with barely pubescent boys, and even with dogs... !
In their monumental research work, Sex Offenders, the famed Kinsey Institute team of
Paul H. Gebhard, John H. Gagnon, Ward ell B.
Pomeroy and Cornelia V. Christenson write of sexual intercourse with animals: . . it is
one of the most taboo of all sexual acts, one toward which society reacts with both
condemnation and ridicule. A more potent combination can scarcely be imagined. An
outcast or rebel may endure or even enjoy social condemnation, but no one can long
tolerate ridicule. Even in circles where statistically unusual practices are regarded as
interesting eccentricities, bestiality is a matter for contempt."
Yet these learned researchers go on to point out:
... one can legitimately view animal contact as simply another technique of self
masturbation, using an animal for stimulus rather than a part of one's own body or an
inanimate object... While persons who have never engaged in animal contact are prone
to regard it as almost the ultimate in pathology and degradation, and as ipso facto
evidence of mental disturbance, the majority of persons with such experience look back
upon it as a moderately shameful act, but in no sense a devastating perversion which
has marked them for life."
It is only in the sense of social stigma and possible legal persecution, then, that those
persons may be marked for life who run afoul of the widespread mistaken assumptions
– prejudices-
– concerning such sexual byways as zoophilia and mother-son incest. The acts
themselves, as Miss Black's novel illustrates amply and with undeniable realism, yield
abundant pleasure all around.
Indeed, Lend-Lease Dog is a story in the classic riches-in-your-own-backyard mold. For
every single character, human and animal, it is a tale of frustration's end and the bright
dawn of sexual fulfillment. The four women break through conventional restraints and
inhibitions to what is for them a radiant erotic paradise; the three young boys involved
– far from being damaged psychologically or made addicts to an aberrant form of
sexual gratification – appear to be gaining valuable and delightful experience that
should cushion them against the typical traumas of later adolescence. And as for the
dogs... well, in the words of Miss Black, dogs will be dogs indeed; Ludwig and Freda
demonstrate conclusively that their dogs' lives have in no way been darkened or
deranged by their intimate association with Martha, her friends and her sons.
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April, 1973


Chapter 1

"Martha! Wherever did you-?"
"Never mind, Sally. Just look at some more of these. Aren't they something?" Martha
flicked off her cigarette ash and sipped at her coffee as she handed the stack of pictures
across the kitchen table to her friend. She noticed with satisfaction that Sally's eyes were
gleaming and her breath was coming faster. I guess I'm not the only one who gets
turned on by the sight of a good stiff cock, she thought.
"I'll say! Some of these – uh, some of these guys are really well hung. I haven't seen
anything like this since before I got married." Sally gave a dirty chuckle and glanced up,
thinking, I wonder if she'd be shocked to find out I got screwed by every boy in town
before I was sixteen. "I mean, Dave's okay," she went on, "but, well, he's always so tired
out when he gets home from work." Her earnest tone conveyed her hope that Martha
would understand, would confirm her suspicions that she was not the only middle-aged
housewife in the world who didn't get fucked as often as she'd like.
"I know how it is," Martha agreed. "Harry's here so seldom now that he's traveling for
the company, he seems almost like a stranger when he does come home. I don't know
how long it's been since-" Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked down at the
photos on the table between them. "I guess I'm just getting horny in my old age," she
admitted finally. "I feel like I could really use one of those." With her stubby-nailed
forefinger she indicated a print showing a large penis, its ruddy head extended from the
foreskin. The photo was so clear that the drop of fluid oozing from the tear-shaped slit
glistened prominently.
Sally sighed and lit a cigarette, while leafing through the rest of the pictures. "Men have
it so good," she said. "When they want sex they can just go to a whorehouse or pick
something up in a bar, but we women have to be so careful. You know what a scandal
it would cause if we went out to a bar by ourselves. And it wouldn't be twenty-four
hours before our husbands found out, I'll bet. Dave would be furious! He thinks
women don't have any desires of their own – at least not his wife!" Actually, she
thought grimly, I think the sonofabitch just does it to torture me.
"I know," Martha responded. "Harry's the same way. Hey! Look at this one!" She
handed the glossy color print across the table and tried to ignore the rising heat
between her thighs, the moist, tingling sensation that was beginning to spread. I doubt
if my cunt would hold anything as huge as that, she thought, but I'd sure like to give it
a try. And it would serve Harry right if he found out about it, too!
"Jesus!" Sally exclaimed as she eyed the oversize bludgeon. "I don't think I need
anything like that. Something like this one here would be fine." She indicated a picture
of a young man, probably sixteen, she guessed, whose thick prick arched out from his
flat belly over a plump, rosy ballsack.
God! I haven't been this hot in years! Martha admitted to herself in surprise, her breath
now coming in ragged pants. I didn't realize I could get this hot anymore. As she
looked at the picture she crossed her legs, putting more pressure on her clitoris, and
then abruptly uncrossed them, fearing she was going to have an orgasm right there at
her kitchen table in front of her next-door neighbor.
"You know, there are some movies, too," she said, her voice a bit husky. "You think we
could get a projector so we could see them? Judging from some of this stuff, they might
be really something. They might even show..." Her voice trailed off, and she wondered
if Sally would be shocked if she said the word fuck. The other woman seemed as eager
to scrutinize the naked men as she, but Martha still hesitated to use that kind of
language.
"People screwing?" Sally asked, her green eyes twinkling. "Why don't we just come
right out and say what we're thinking, Martha? We both know all those words, and we
both like to look at these cocks. And we'd both like to see movies of people fucking,
right?"
Martha's cheeks flushed again. "Yeah, you're right," she admitted. "I thought you might
be shocked if I said it."
"Oh, pooh!" Sally dismissed the other woman's excuse with a wave of her hand.
"Nobody's lived as long as we have without finding out that four-letter words never
hurt anybody. Sex is normal and natural, and the words you use to describe it don't
make it any different."
After pondering this for a moment, Martha took a deep breath and said, "This stuff
turns me on, all right, Sally, but... well, what I'd really like is to get balled more often."
"That's what we'd both really like, but the movies would be fun to watch. Maybe they'd
give us some ideas to try out on our husbands when they decide they're in the mood.
You never know, there might be a few tricks we haven't learned in forty years."
Looking up quickly, she snickered. "I don't mean I've been fucking for forty years," she
explained. "I was twelve before the boy next door got my cherry, so that'd make it
twenty-eight years of practice."
Jesus! Martha thought. I thought I was younger than most girls when I lost my cherry,
but I was almost fourteen!
"I've got a projector," Sally said, not trying to conceal her enthusiasm. "I could bring it
over tonight and we could see what's on the films. Dave won't be home tonight. What
about Harry?"
"He's not due home till Saturday morning, as usual," Martha replied, thinking, And
then he'll sleep all day, so what the fuck? He never pays any attention to what I'm
doing anyway.
"What about the boys?"
"I can let Bobby and Dickie take the TV up to their room," Martha answered, deciding
quickly that her sons would not be allowed to stand in the way of her pleasure.
"Good. I guess they're a little young for this sort of thing," Sally said, chuckling. "And
besides, we wouldn't want them to know how horny their old mothers are, would we?"
"Come on, Freda," Richard urged, and the big
German shepherd jumped up beside him on the bed, her tail wagging. "There, now. Lie
down, girl."
"She's a real nice dog," Bobby commented, sitting down beside his younger brother. "It
was nice of Mom to get her for us." After a moment of silence, he said in a confidential
tone, "I think she figures we need pets 'cause Dad's gone so much of the time."
"Yeah, Mom's okay," Richard agreed. "Now that we've got Freda and Ludwig, it's like
we each have a dog. I mean, we can share both of 'em, can't we?"
"Sure," Bobby agreed, scratching Freda behind the ears and looking into her soulful
brown eyes. "Right now you can have both of 'em, though, 'cause I'm gonna go over to
Tommy's and see if he wants to play ball for a while."
"Aw, doncha wanta stay here and play with Freda?" Richard whined, throwing an arm
around the dog and looking at his brother with a pleading expression.
"I'll be back in an hour or so," Bobby said firmly. "Mom's down in the kitchen with
Mrs. Thompson if you need her for anything."
"Yeah, I know," Richard sighed. "They've been down there a long time, whispering and
giggling about something. I've never heard Mom giggle like that before. Whadda ya
suppose they're talkin' about?"
"Beats me," the older boy said, indicating his lack of concern over his mother's giggling,
and with a shrug he flipped his cap onto his head. "Be back soon. Be good." And with a
final pat to Freda's head, he walked quickly into the hall.
What's there to do around here to be bad? Richard thought, throwing himself back on
his bed. Just 'cause I'm only eleven, and he's thirteen, he never wants to play with me. I
can play ball just as good as he can, but just 'cause he's older than me, he thinks he's so
smart!
Then he told Freda earnestly, "I'd really rather be a dog. You've got it pretty good, just
sitting around, getting fed, letting people scratch you and all. I don't know why I had to
be born a person." Suddenly he jumped up and walked across the room to the stack of
comic books on the table under the window. " 'Course, dogs can't read," he went on,
his tone serious, "and can't watch TV or anything like that. I mean, you can't really
understand what people say, can you, Freda?"
At the mention of her name, the dog jumped from the bed and joined the boy by the
window. "You're smart for a dog," he said, looking down at her. "Wanta take a nap
with me?"
Freda sat down, wagging her tail slightly and watching Richard's face alertly.
"Nap," he repeated. "Sleep. Rest. Forget about stupid older brothers who play stupid
ball with the stupid kid next door."
At that, Freda stood up, bracing her front paws against Richard's chest and lapping at
his chin as though the prospect of taking a nap was a joyful one.
"Down, girl," he said firmly, pushing her from him. "I've gotta get my jeans off and find
a comic to read."
The dog sat obediently while Richard unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans and Jockey
shorts from his slim buttocks. Then she quickly crossed the room and leaped to the
bed, where she sat watching expectantly as he dropped his pants to the floor and
selected a Superman comic.
"You knew what I said, didn't you, girl?" he asked, climbing onto the bed beside her.
"Now lie down here and be good."
Vigorously, Freda began to lap at Richard's torso, her long, wet tongue leaving damp
saliva traces on his smooth skin.
"Hey! That tickles! Quit! Ludwig doesn't do that!"
As Richard propped himself higher on the pillows, Freda began snuffling around under
the sheet.
"Eeeek! Hey, dog! Get that cold nose offa me! Hey! Stop! Uh! Whatcha doin' down
there, Freda? A kg!"
With her huge tongue, Freda worked her way over from Richard's left buttock to his
soft little pecker, which was now beginning to swell. The boy's eyes closed, and he lay
back, not knowing why the dog's lapping was making him feel so good, but no longer
wanting her to stop. To be sure she continued, he turned so that he was on his side,
and the dog, apparently encouraged by this, began to lap more energetically.
Pushing the sheet back, Richard looked down at his shiny wet prick, which had now
swollen to about three inches in length. "See what you've done to it," he said softly. "It
looks like it does in the morning when I have to pee."
Freda stopped her licking momentarily to peer at the head of the organ, which was now
peeking from its foreskin, then began lapping with renewed enthusiasm, including the
hairless area around the root as well as the boy's pecan-size balls.
"Oooooh, Freda," Richard moaned. "That feels sooo goood!"
"Why, look at this!" Sally said, grinning. "This boy's not much older than my Tommy."
"You're right," Martha agreed, a surge of sexual hunger overcoming her shock. "He
doesn't look a day over fourteen. In fact-"
"I'd sure hate to think of Tommy posing for anything like this." Sally shook her head,
then pressed her hand momentarily to her crotch, thinking, Actually it makes my slot
drip just to think about it. "Why, I really doubt if Tommy's even thought about sex,"
she went on. "He doesn't seem interested in girls at all."
"Neither do Bobby and Dickie," Martha commented, scrutinizing the photo of the nude
teenager. "They watch TV and read comics and play ball, but I never hear them talking
about girls."
"Do you suppose they're old enough to do it?" Sally asked.
"Do it... ? Oh, screw! Yeah, I suppose Bobby is, but I don't know about Dickie. He's
pretty little. When I was dating... well, I never dated anybody much under sixteen, so I
don't know... And I didn't let all of them ball me, of course."
"Of course."
"Well, anyway, I've never thought much about it, Sally. I haven't even seen either of
them naked since they were about five."
"I know. They get so modest when they start school."
"I'm ashamed to admit it," Martha said after a moment's pause, "but now I'm curious
about what they've got in those ragged jeans."
"Me, too – about Tommy, I mean. I s'pose there's no way we'll ever know, though,
unless their wives tell us after they get married." Sally snickered and looked out the
window toward her house.
"Oh, come on, Sally!"
"I'm just joking, Martha." She turned to look the blonde woman in the eye. "Won't you
tell me where you got those pictures now?" Her voice was low, confidential. I know
damn well she didn't go out and buy them, she was thinking.
Martha looked down at the array of photos of naked men in various poses spread out
on the red checkered tablecloth, then returned Sally's gaze. "I found them in Harry's
closet," she said, feeling the tears spring to her eyes. "And you know what that means."
"Oh, Martha! Really? Why, I never would have sus – Well, there could be other
reasons, I suppose."
"Like what? No, Sally. It makes me sick to think about it, but there it is. I've never
really known him, I guess. I'll have to put them back before he gets home, of course,
but I figured, why not have a little fun while he's gone? Apparently he's been having his
fun." The hurt was, as it had been before, replaced by anger immediately.
"You're right," Sally agreed. "After all, you've been staying home while he's gone all the
time. And you know we could never buy anything like this. Why, I'd be so embarrassed
to go in one of those stores that sell dirty books and things! What if Reverend Parker
happened to be driving by, or one of the teachers down at school!" Ha! Old Parker'd
probably shit, he'd be so jealous, she amended mentally.
"I never knew things like this existed," Martha answered, the fire returning to her
crotch as she scanned the display before her. "I know about those stores that sell dirty
books, but I didn't know they sold pictures that showed everything, and of men, too!"
She shuffled through the scattered photos for a moment, then her face brightened.
"Look, did you see this one? Why, you can even see his asshole, with him bending over
like that!"
Sally looked closely at the photo, then back at Martha. "Say, did you and Harry ever-?
Did you ever let him fuck you in the ass?"
"Are you kidding?" Martha's eyes grew round. "Harry's hung like a horse. I'd never let
him do anything like that. Anyway, he'd never ask. It must be at least three months
since he's even touched me. When you do it that seldom, you want it in your... your
cunt.
"I guess you're right," Sally said dubiously. "I've never done it that way either, but I've
always wanted to. Dave isn't very, uh, inventive."
"Sounds like Harry. All he wants to do is stick it in and shoot his wad. Sort of like
taking a crap, I guess."
"Jesus! Did you see this one with the dog, Martha?"
"Dog?"
"Yeah. Look, right there. That's a dog's ass for sure. That guy's getting ready to stick
his cock in her."
"Hmmm." Martha scrutinized the photo, her chest heaving with excitement. "Sure
looks like it," she said finally. "I've heard a lot of men do things like that. Maybe the
movies will show the real thing!"
"I'd better not catch Dave screwing poor Sheba!" Sally frowned at the thought.
"Ha, ha! I mean big animals, like cows and horses."
"Yeah, well I guess toy poodles don't turn Dave on anyway. He hates Sheba – or acts
like he does."
"Maybe Harry'll like Freda," Martha said sarcastically. "I bought the kids another
German shepherd. Thought it might help get them out of the house more. Harry sure
never takes them anywhere, and at my age I can't get out and play ball with them in
the street."
"Sounds like a good idea," Sally responded. "Let me know if it works. I don't know
what to do with Tommy. He never even wants to go out and play ball. All he does is sit
in front of that boob tube and eat candy bars."
"I think Bobby said he was going to go over and ask him if he wanted to play this
afternoon. He'd rather play with someone his own age. I feel sorry for Dickie. There's
nobody around here for him to play with."
"Freeeda! Good dog! Lick it right there!! Yeah! Ooooo! That feels so... good! Never...
felt... like... this... before! My thing's never been so... big before, either! Feels like it's
gonna pop! Don't stop! It feels like..."
Momentarily the big dog stopped her slurping and looked up at Richard's face, then
returned her attention to his dripping dong, which twitched before her nose. After only
three more laps, the boy's body began to shudder, and he closed his eyes.
"Oh-uh-ah – ahhhhh! Uh, uh, urhhh!"
Greedily, hungrily, Freda lapped the spurting cum, continuing to stroke the underside
of Richard's cock with her warm tongue. It was as if she had known what was going to
happen, and had been waiting for his orgasm.
"Ohhhh! Hoooo! Freda! Oh, oh, that's enough! Stop! Uh, uh, uh! Stop, damn it! Uh,
uh, uh! Oh, uh,ahhhhh!"
Pushing the dog away from his shrinking, saliva-coated prick, Richard covered his torso
with the sheet, then threw an arm around the dog's neck.
"I don't know what you did to me, Freda," he gasped, "but you're a gooood dog! Bobby
can have Ludwig. You're mine!


Chapter 2

"Say! Would it be all right if I asked Alice and Mary over to see those movies tonight?"
Sally asked. "They don't have much going for them at home, either, and they'd
probably be tickled to get to see something like this. We could make a little party of it."
"Hmmmm. I don't know," Martha said dubiously. "What if it gets out to the rest of the
neighbors? I mean, this could cause us lots of trouble, and-"
"Oh, come on," Sally prodded. "I know just how to ask them. They won't be offended,
I'll just bet. They're probably just as horny as you and I." "We don't even know what's
on those films," Martha protested, thinking, I wonder what I would have done if Sally
had come to me and told me Alice and Mary had something like this.
"It's got to be something dirty or Harry wouldn't have hidden them, right?"
"I guess so."
"Well, it really doesn't matter, then, just what it is. Come on, Martha. Be a good sport
and share your good fortune with someone else."
"Well, if you're sure they won't be offended. I'd hate to have them refuse. I don't think
I could ever look either of them in the eye again."
"You just leave it up to me," Sally said, rising to leave. "I'll go talk to them now, and I'll
be back this evening about eight; is that all right?"
"Sure. That'll be fine. I'll have the boys up in their room by then."
As Sally left by the back door, Ludwig wandered in from the porch. "Is it okay if
Ludwig comes in?" she called.
"Sure. Come on, Ludwig," Martha said to the dog, extending her hand. "Good boy. Did
those boys leave you out on the porch again?"
Obediently, the dog came to sit beside Martha as Sally said good-bye. When she was
gone, Martha turned to stack the pictures in a neat pile.
"Are you hungry?" she asked Ludwig.
The dog responded by sniffing hungrily at Martha's thigh.
"What's the matter, Ludwig?" she asked.
Sniff, sniff.
"Go lie down," she ordered. "I have to get this stuff cleaned up before Bobby and
Dickie come in here."
In semi-obedience the dog sat at her side while she arranged the photos face-down. I
sure had no idea I'd be showing these to half the neighborhood when I found them, she
thought. Leaning back in her chair, she remembered how it had been. It was only
yesterday, she mused, but it seems like months ago...
"You and Dickie go outside and play for a while," she had told Bobby. "I have to do
some cleaning in my room. I'll let you know when dinner's ready."
"Okay, Mom," they had answered grudgingly. Sometimes it seemed to her that they
clung too closely to her – especially Dickie.
When she had finished vacuuming the room, Martha had decided to do a really good
job and clean the closet, too. It's been ages since I've done a thorough cleaning in here,
she had thought. I'll bet there are things in the back of this closet I don't even
remember putting here.
It was on the top shelf that she had found the suitcase, and she almost hadn't opened it.
When she discovered what it contained, she wished she hadn't.
Oh, the bastard, she moaned. How could he do this to me? These pictures are all of
men! And every last one of them naked! God! I've never seen so many cocks in my life!
Jesus! Why am I getting so aroused? I'm a married woman. I shouldn't be thinking
such thoughts, feeling so sexy!
By the time she had gone through half the packet of photographs, Martha was sprawled
on the floor, her panties pulled down to her ankles, and the front of her faded
housedress open to reveal her large, well-formed breasts, each tipped with a swollen
brown nipple. One hand worked furiously in her crotch, while the other shuffled the
pictures back and forth as she took in the details of balls, cocks, assholes and pubic
hair.
How'd you like to stick that thing in me? she mentally asked the nude athlete with the
thick, blue-veined prick. How'd you like to ram it up my cunt and shoot your cum in
me?... How'd you like for me to reach around and stick my finger in your asshole while
you fuck me?... You could suck on my tits, too... Here, see my boobs? See how my
nipples stick out?... Look at my cunt, look where you can stick that cock, baby... Jam it
in there and fuck... me! Fuck... fuck...
"Uh, ah, aaahhhrrrrgh! Ah, ah, ssssssssss! Nh! Nh! Sssssssss!"
Her knees flew up, and her thighs clenched together on her hand. With glazed eyes she
continued to take in the details of several of the pictures on the floor beside her. Then,
exhausted, she lay down and began to cry.
What's the matter with me? she asked herself. I haven't done that since I was a little
girl...
But Martha's shame was soon overcome by passion, and it wasn't long before she was
jacking off again. Wanta see my tits? she silently asked the smiling blond who was
displaying a banana-shaped rod which arched above his plump, tight-skinned scrotum.
Sure, you do, baby. See here? Wanta suck that nipple? Wanta take off my pants?
Holding the photo in her left hand, she lay back on the floor and spread her legs,
pulling the skirt of her housedress up to her waist.
See, baby? I don't even have any pants on.
She held the photo out at arm's length above her and with her fingers spread her
cuntlips apart.
I want that big nasty prick of yours right up in there – way up in there. I want you to
jam it in me and shove and shove till I cum all over it... I wanta cum and cum and cum.
I want you to do it to me now, baby, and then I wanta lay down on top of you and lick
all that nasty stuff off that gorgeous dong of yours, and then I want you to fuck me
again. Only this time I want you to get behind me and play with my ass... I want you to
stick your finger in my asshole and wiggle it around... and make it go in and out...
and...
Martha's finger worked rapid circles over her swollen clitoris and she twisted this way
and that, showing her breasts, her slit, her asscheeks.
"Uh, uh, aaaaahhhhhsssss!"
Fuck me, baby!
"Ah, ah, tsssssss!"
Shoot it in me!
"Zzzzzssssss!"
Fuck... fuck...
Fuck!
Before she had finished cleaning the closet and called the boys to come in for dinner,
she had cum four times, and that night in bed, she had done it twice more before she
fell asleep.
"Tommy didn't want to play," Bobby said as he walked into the bedroom, then stopped
short as he saw that his brother was sleeping. "Hmph!" he said in disgust.
Freda's eyes popped open at the sound, and she slowly rose and stretched, pulling the
sheet from Richard's naked body as she did so.
"Whatcha been doin', girl?" Bobby whispered, eyeing his brother's flaccid penis, still
wet with saliva.
I wonder if the little squirt's been jacking off, he thought. I didn't even know he knew
how to – Hmmmm.
Before leaping from the bed, Freda gave Richard's cock one last lap, and it started
Bobby thinking. Wouldn't that be something if a dog would lick it until you came? he
mused. Besides that, she's a girl dog. I've heard some of the guys say that – Well,
they've only read about things like that, but I wonder if you could really do it to a dog.
Harvey said he knew a guy once that screwed a goat when he went to see his
grandparents on their farm.
"C'mere, girl."
Freda walked lazily to Bobby's side and looked up expectantly.
"You been doin' nasty things to my brother?" Bobby whispered, his excitement
mounting. "Maybe you could do nasty things to me, too."
When he really thought about it, he wasn't at all sure that anything of the sort had
occurred during his absence, but perhaps with a little prodding the dog could be made
to lick him a little. Then he would see what else could be done.
"You stay here now," he continued, "while I get my pants off. First I'm gonna lock the
door, though, so Mom can't come in and catch us."
Freda sat quietly while Bobby fastened the door latch and took off his faded jeans, then
rose to walk to his bed.
"Wanta get on my bed?" he asked.
A graceful leap carried the dog to the center of the older boy's bed, where she sat
watching him.
"I've got something for you to look at, girl," Bobby said as he sat down beside her. "See,
this is called a prick." He held his thumb-size cock up for her examination. Without
hesitation, Freda swabbed the head with her tongue, then lay down and began licking
the root vigorously.
"Hey! Thatta girl!" Bobby squealed in delight, then put his hand over his mouth and
looked at Richard, who was still sleeping peacefully, a smile on his face.
Smugly, Bobby lay back on the pillows, putting his hands behind his head, and let the
dog run its moist tongue over and around his throbbing cock.
"Mmmmm," he moaned. "That's a good doggie. That's a real good doggie!" But as he
reveled in the feeling of ecstasy, he couldn't help thinking how much better it would be
to stick his pecker in a real cunt – even if it was the cunt of a dog.
"Have you ever been screwed?" he asked Freda.
The dog ignored his question and continued to lick.
"How'd you like me to fuck you, Freda?"
At the word fuck, the dog looked up, its ears pricked in alertness.
"You think you'd like that, huh, girl?"
Bobby stroked the dog's head and raised his hips, poking his now erect penis at her
nose.
"See that, girl? How'd you like me to stick that in you?"
Freda returned her attention to lapping, and Bobby sighed in ecstasy.
"That sure feels good," he moaned. "It's almost like a trick somebody taught you."
After only a few seconds Bobby leaped up, pushing the dog away. "Now, stop it," he
said firmly, "or I'm gonna shoot it off in your mouth. Then I wouldn't be able to do it
again for a while. I don't know why, but I can't ever blast off twice without a halfhour's 
rest or so after the first time.
Freda looked at him as if puzzled by his rejection of her caresses.
"Come on over here," he said, stepping down to the floor. Pulling on her collar, he led
the dog to a position in front of him, while he eased himself down on his knees.
"Lemme see what you've got here," he said, lifting the dog's tail and examining her
hindquarters. "Hmmm. Sure looks small."
The dog looked over her shoulder as he continued to part the hair around her vagina.
"Looks almost too small to me," he muttered to himself, thinking, I sure hope Richard
doesn't wake up. This could be pretty embarrassing, even if she did jack him off a while
ago.
"Hold still now, girl," Bobby instructed, holding her hips with his hands. "Nope," he
said decisively after several stabs at the dog's slit. "It ain't gonna work this way."
Now he took Freda's back with one hand and pulled her toward him while holding his
throbbing prick with the other. After several tries, he was able to insert the head into
the orifice, and then he quickly repositioned his hands on the shepherd's hips and
pulled her toward him. She was making snuffling, whining noises.
"Shhhh!" he hissed. "This ain't gonna hurt, girl. This is gonna feel real good! That's
what they say, anyway. Bitches love to get fucked."
Freda turned to look over her shoulder again, pricking her ears as though his final word
had been some kind of signal.
"Uhn!"
"Owooooooo!"
"Shhhh!" Bobby stopped momentarily and glanced over at his brother, who was still
sleeping peacefully. "Uhn!" This time his jab was less penetrating, and Freda only
grunted softly.
Jesus! She sure is tight! "Uhn!"
Bobby had, by this time, worked his throbbing cock in nearly to the root. Slowly, he
began working it in and out in short strokes, reveling in the heat and tightness.
I wonder if girls are this tight, he mused, looking down at the taut skin around the
shaft of his organ. And then: I wonder what Mom's pussy would be like. Tommy says
he's seen pictures of naked girls and their pussies are all hairy. I'll bet Mom's isn't
blonde like the hair on her head, 'cause she bleaches that. I'll bet her pussyhair's brown,
and that she had big nipples, and...
The tempo of his strokes had increased, and now his hips made a staccato beat against
Freda's furry rump. The dog stood in dazed silence, her tail held to the left, her eyes
glazed.
"Oh, Freda, I think I'm gonna..."
Slap, slap, slap!
"Uh!"
Slap, slap!
"Cum!"
Slap!
"Uhn! Uhn!"
Slap!
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!"
Slap!
"Ah, ahhhhh! Whew!"
Jesus, he thought, pulling his dripping, shrinking pecker from Freda's twat and easing
back to a sitting position on the floor, I don't think I've ever cum like that before!
Freda sat down hard and began licking at the swollen lips of her vagina. Every few laps
she would look up at Bobby, a puzzled expression on her face.
"Whatsa matter, girl?" he asked when his breathing had returned to normal. "Never
been fucked before? Well, you'd better get used to it. Richard can have Ludwig. You're
my dog now!"


Chapter 3

Sniff! Sniff!
Ludwig's wet nose jolted Martha from her reverie.
"Ludwig! Get your nose out of there!"
Snuffle!
Wow! my cunt's really drenched! That must be what he's smelling.
Gradually, her thighs spread wider, and the dog continued his probing at her panties.
Gee, that feels sorta good. I wonder what he'd do if... ? No, that's ridiculous.
Sniff! Sniff!
As Ludwig began working his warm tongue around the elastic of her panties' crotch,
Martha felt herself losing control. "Ohh, Ludwig! That feels so... so good!" she
murmured woozily.
Her hands slowly crept up under her skirt and began tugging at the elastic waistband.
"W-wait a minute, boy. Let me... help you," she whispered, feeling a little as if she were
in a trance.
Not understanding her words, Ludwig continued his probing until finally she pushed
him back long enough to skin the panties down to her ankles. Then she leaned back,
her thighs spread wide and her skirt bunched in her lap.
"Here ya go, boy. Now you can smell it good!"
His eagerness unabated, the big dog strained forward and began to probe Martha's slot
with his cold nose.
Jesus Christ! she thought. He's just about sticking it right up me! He's practically
burrowing into the hole!
Then Ludwig returned to his licking, starting at the indentation between her thighs and
her labia and working toward the inner lip. Martha's head sagged back and her eyes
closed.
God! If men only had tongues like this!
It was as if the dog was intent on giving her maximum pleasure in foreplay before
bringing her off. He worked her inner slit, but seemingly avoided her clitoris, then
began moving down her perineum.
"Wanta lick my asshole, too?" she whispered, lifting her knees and propping her heels
on the table.
Apparently he did, for he spent considerable time swabbing the puckered skin around
her anus, and several times his tongue-tip even penetrated a half-inch or so, causing her
to gasp in ecstasy. But when she felt she was near an orgasm from this unaccustomed
stimulation, the tongue began creeping back toward her cunt, and this time when it
reached her fun button it didn't stop!
"Oh! Ludwig!... Yeah! Do it there!"
Lick, lick, lick.
"Oh, more! Yeah! Harder!"
Lick, lick, lick.
"Uh!"
Lick!
"Uh, uh, tsssssss!"
Lick!
"Zzssssss! Zzzzzzzssssss!"
Lick!
"Tsss!"
"Hello, Alice?... This is Sally."
"Hi, Sally. What's new?"
"Plenty. Martha found something in Harry's closet, for instance. Bet you can't guess
what it is." The other woman giggled.
"It's not funny, actually, Alice."
"I'm sorry. What did she find that's so exciting, though? I mean, don't ask me to guess
if it's really something serious."
"It... it's some pictures." Sally's tone was confidential, and Alice was quick to perceive
its sexual undertone.
"Dirty pictures!"
"Uh-huh. But not just dirty pictures, Alice. These are of men!"
"Of... really? Have you seen them?"
"Yes. And you know what?"
"What? Don't tease me!"
"There are some movies, too."
"Really?"
"And not only that. We're invited over to see them tonight!"
"You're kidding! Martha would invite-"
"Well, she didn't exactly invite us. I, uh... asked her if I could invite you and Mary."
"Mary, too?"
"Don't you want to watch them, Alice?"
"Well, of course, but-"
"Well, what's the matter, then?"
"Nothing! I just wonder how I'll keep from being embarrassed, with all the other people
there. I mean, I'd love to look at them by myself, of course, but-"
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Alice! We're all old enough to know what naked men look
like."
"I know, Sally, and I will go with you. Tell me, though: What were the pictures like that
you saw?"
"Well, of course I haven't seen any of the films yet, but the photos were really
something! All the men were totally naked, and there were even some of teenagers."
"They... really show everything?"
"Sure do. Most of 'em are from the front, of course, or the side, but some are from the
rear, and you can see right up thei^"
Gasp!
"Oh, come off it, Alice! You're just as eager as Martha and I, and you know it! You're
just as experienced, too, and you can be just as down-to-earth. We all know about cocks
and balls and assholes!"
"Sally!"
"Well, if you're going to be so damn stuffy about it, don't come! You can just... sit
home with your nose in the air!"
I'll bet Alice hasn't cum in the last ten years, Sally thought to herself. She'll probably
cream her pants all over Martha's living room when she sees those studs!
"Oh, now, Sally, don't be angry! I want to see them! It's just that... well, I've never
heard you talk like that before."
"Well, honey, after you see these pictures, you'll be talking that way too. You just wait
and see." "Oh, I don't think they could be-"
"Just wait. I'll see you at Martha's house at eight tonight; okay?"
"... All right, Sally. I'll be there."
As she replaced the receiver, Sally grinned with satisfaction. It had gone just as she had
planned it. Tonight was really going to be a ball!
"That's enough, Ludwig! Please!'"
Snuff!
"Stop!"
Martha pushed the husky dog away, and he sat down abruptly, looking hungrily at her
dripping cunt. Quickly she covered it with the hem of her skirt, then turned to take a
cigarette from the pack that lay at her elbow on the table. But then, unable to resist, she
turned up the top photo on the stack for a last look.
Then she turned another one over.
Oh, damn Harry! her mind cried. And then, as something flashed into her
consciousness that hadn't occurred to her before, she asked herself, What about the
boys? I wonder if... oh, God, no!! Surely he wouldn't stoop so low as to... but on the
other hand...
Even the horror of such a possibility failed to suppress her growing arousal as her eyes
flicked from one picture to the other. Her hand pressed her crotch as she pondered
what she was going to do.
I wonder if they 're even interested in girls, she mused, turning over another photo. I
really should talk to them and try to get them to have some dates or something. There
must be a way to get them interested in sex so that they learn what's normal before
Harry has a chance to get to them... if he hasn't already. Tonight at dinner I'll see what
I can get out of them about the girls they know. There must be some girls around here
they could take to ballgames or the movies.
Martha was leaning forward now, and Ludwig had perceived that the tail of her skirt
was not tucked under her ass. Deftly, he worked his nose up under the cotton material,
and gave her a friendly lap.
"Eeeeeek!"
Lick!
"Stop that, you bad dog! I let you..." Hmmmmm. "What is it you want, Ludwig?"
Martha looked back at the dog, whose tongue was hanging out as he looked at her
pleadingly.
"Why, Ludwig! Look at your prick!"
She had certainly noticed before the slick red banana Ludwig displayed every so often,
but she had never looked at it with the eyes she did now... nor had she ever thought
what she was now thinking:
I wonder how that would feel in my cunt... I wonder if he even knows how to fuck...
Poor thing's never even done it before...
"Poor doggie," she cooed. "Never had a piece of ass!"
Ludwig whined and wagged his tail, brushing the floor with its long hair.
"Good doggie want to fuck Mama?"
Whine.
"C'mere, boy. Let me see what you got under there."
Martha pushed the dog until he was lying on his back on the floor, his slick crimson
organ protruding obscenely from its foreskin. Gingerly, she placed her thumb and
forefinger on a bulge of foreskin and began to jack it up and down. The dog struggled
to stand, but she held him down with her other hand as she continued to work the skin
up and down, faster and faster. His cock, she noticed, was becoming even larger-longer,
certainly, and perhaps even a bit thicker. She was fascinated by its color, and suddenly
she released her hold on him and positioned herself on her hands and knees, flipping
her skirt up to bare her white-skinned ass.
"C'mon, boy," she invited. "Let's see what you can do with that thing."
Ludwig's nose probed Martha's asshole and slot for a moment, but then he began
working his legs up over her body, hunching his ass forward as he did so.
"That's right," she said encouragingly. "Keep coming, boy. Right on up where you can
get that big red thing up in me."
Ludwig's forelegs were now clamped tightly against her ribs, and Martha could feel his
hot wet breath on the nape of her neck. She could also feel the heat of his...
"Ahhhhggggg! No! Not there, Ludwig!"
The dog's ass was pumping rapidly now, and Martha had to fight to keep him from
ramming his cock all the way into her anus. Quickly she repositioned herself, arching
her back and raising her buttocks so that his thrusts would be aimed more accurately at
her tingling cunt.
Suddenly he was in her, and his hips worked even faster, taking her breath away. Never
had she felt anything like this!
"Oh! Oh, God!... I'm... gonna... cum! Uh! Uh, uh, tssssss! Oh, Jesus! Uh, uh, ssssssss!"
And at the same moment Ludwig pumped his gigantic load of cum straight up Martha's
cunt in a jet like molten lava.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed, slumping forward to lie on the floor.
It was a half-hour before she pulled herself up onto the kitchen chair and with shaking
fingers began to put the photos away again. Ludwig was curled up asleep in the corner
by the stove, and she imagined that he was smiling.
Talk about a fuck to remember! she said to herself, grinning wryly. Harry never moved
that fast in his life!


Chapter 4

"Pass the potatoes, please, Mom," Bobby said as he put a large helping of fried chicken
on his plate.
"Here you are, son. I see you've taken both breasts, as usual."
"Yeah. I like breasts better'n legs," he replied, and then turned to glare at Richard, who
was snickering and making faces.
"Most men do," Martha said after a slight pause, but Bobby only flushed a faint pink
and began shoving mashed potatoes into his mouth, avoiding her gaze.
Deciding she should try a different tack, Martha cleared her throat, tried to make her
face and tone casual as she asked, "Have either of you boys met any new girls this
summer?"
"Nope," came the grunts of both her sons, between bites of food.
Hmmmm. Sure aren't too talkative. "How about that little blonde girl I see walking
past here so often?"
Bobby looked up. "Oh, that's just Lola. She was in my math class last year. She's
dumb."
"All girls are dumb," Richard added.
"Oh, Dickie, that's not true!" Martha protested. "Mom! How many times do I have to
ask you not to call me Dickie?" The younger boy glared at her across the table. "All the
kids make fun of me when they hear you call me that."
"I'm sorry, honey," Martha apologized, looking down at her plate. "It's just that I called
you that when you were little, and it's hard to remember that you're nearly grown up
now."
"Hmph!" Bobby snorted.
"That's enough, son." Martha reprimanded him. "Richard is only two years younger
than you are. You certainly thought you were pretty grown-up two years ago!"
Bobby only scowled.
Well, this isn't getting me anywhere, Martha thought. I guess I'll have to try a direct
approach. "Actually, both of you are old enough to be taking girls out on dates."
Richard looked up in surprise, while Bobby only scowled more darkly. "All the girls I
know are stupid," the older boy muttered at last.
"Now, surely there must be one you'd like to take out," his mother prodded. "Girls can
be lots of fun, and when you get a little older... well, you'll be having urges that only a
girl can take care of."
Both boys looked at her in startlement, then looked away.
"Really, boys, I'm serious," she went on. "Sex is nothing to be ashamed of, you know."
Richard and Bobby looked at each other briefly, their embarrassment apparent.
"I was having dates when I was your age," Martha continued, thinking, And I was
getting balled nearly every night when I was your age, Bobby! "Of course, I admit I was
going out with boys who were slightly older than you two are, but soon you're going to
find that you're attracted by pretty girls, and that you want to be alone with them."
Getting no response still, she decided it might be better if she talked to each boy alone.
Perhaps they would be more at ease outside each other's hearing. What disturbed her
now, though, was the way her crotch had heated up at the very mention of the word
sex in front of her sons. She had never even told them the facts of life, having always
found it hard to get started on such a delicate subject. But now she wanted to talk to
them, to say words that a few days ago would have been impossibly embarrassing.
As she cleared the table, Martha pondered how best to get each boy individually into a
discussion of sex, but by the time she had finished washing the dishes, she still hadn't
come up with a promising plan. I'll just have to play it by ear, she told herself. As soon
as I can catch one of them alone, I'll try again.
When she walked through the living room she saw Richard sitting on the sofa watching
television. She started to sit down beside him, but he was so absorbed that she decided
it wasn't a good time and went on up to the bathroom. It was only six, and the women
wouldn't be arriving till eight, so she had plenty of time for a bath.
I'm really not bad looking, she thought as she undressed before the full-length mirror.
My breasts sag a little, sure, but they're big, and men do seem to think that's important.
Turning, she thrust her chest out and examined herself, in profile, pulling her slightly
rounded belly in with her hands. Then she filled the tub and sank back into the warm
water. Her thoughts drifted to the films and what they might contain, and after a few
minutes she quickly washed and stepped out to dry her overheated body.
I've got to control myself! Another minute in that tub and I would have been jacking
off again. I'll just go to my room and read magazines until they get here. She took her
fuzzy chenille robe from the hook beside the door and put it on before leaving the
bathroom.
As she passed the boys' room she slowed, then stopped. Bobby, wearing only his faded
jeans, was lying alone on his bed, reading a comic book. Richard, she could tell by the
sound from downstairs, was still in the living room watching television.
"Hi, son," she said, stepping inside. "Mind if I come in?"
"Huh? Oh, no, Mom." The boy looked up, then returned to his reading.
"I... uh... I'd like to sit here with you, if you wouldn't mind."
"Huh? Well, okay, Mom." He moved over slightly as she sat down on the edge of his
bed.
Taking a deep breath, Martha plunged in: "Bobby, I'd really like to have a talk with you
about sex."
Her older son looked up at her, then after a moment said seriously, "All right, Mom."
And he put the comic book down on the bed beside him. Jeez, what's with her? he was
wondering.
"It's just... just that I've never... uh... told you any of the facts of life," Martha
stammered, not knowing quite how to begin. "And... uh... I thought I should see if
there were any questions you might want to ask me."
"Uh... no, I don't guess so, Mom," Bobby replied.
Why today, all of a sudden? he was wondering. She couldn't know about what I did
with Freda, but... well, she's never even mentioned sex to me before, and this is the
second time today!
"Well, I... I just didn't know whether you had learned anything from your friends," his
mother went on. "I mean about fu – About intercourse. And I figured... well... I
thought that when you started dating and all, you'd need to know about... that you
might be embarrassed if you didn't know as much as the girl."
"Oh."
"Well... have you learned anything from your friends, Bobby?"
Martha's crotch was beginning to bother her again, and she shifted her position on the
bed. After doing so, she discovered that she had neglected to fasten the second button
on her robe, and she was sure that... yes. He definitely was looking straight into the gap
– right at her naked breast.
"I... uh... Jeez! She hasn't got her bra on! Bobby's face grew red, and he looked away.
"The guys do talk about... things like that."
I really ought to button it, but goddamn, it gets me so hot to have him looking at me
that way... What can it hurt to have my own son see my tits, anyway?
"Most of the magazine articles I've read say that kids often don't get all the facts
straight, though," she went on, trying to keep from looking down at the front of
Bobby's jeans, but longing to know whether he was developing a hard-on. "I... uh...
wouldn't want you to grow up believing a lot of things that really aren't true."
"Yeah. Well..."
The next time Bobby's eyes drifted toward the opening in her robe, Martha gave in and
glanced hurriedly down at his fly. Goddamn! He has got a bone-on! He's probably
almost as hot as I am, from the looks of it.
"You... know what your penis is for, don't you? Besides urinating, I mean."
"My... what?" I guess she must mean my prick, Bobby was thinking, but I sure never
heard any of the guys call it that!
"Penis. Oh, but I suppose your friends call it other things – like cock, and pecker, and
prick, and...
"Oh, yeah. Sure."
"You do know that when you... uh... put it up inside a girl it feels good and pretty soon
you have what's called an orgasm? Maybe boys your age call that something else, too.
Like, ‘shooting your wad,' or ‘cumming.'"
"Of course, Mom. All the guys know about that." There was a hint of disgust in
Bobby's tone, but his increasing arousal was also evident to Martha. His breath was
coming faster now, and he didn't seem to be trying to avoid looking into her robe.
Why does she keep sneaking looks down at my crotch like that? Could it... oh, God, it
does show!
"Well, honey, there are lots of different ways of... putting it in a girl, and there are a lot
of ways to make the girl... uh... want you to do it to her, too." God, what's the matter
with me? she wondered, realizing that she had just reached up and unbuttoned the top
of her robe, so that it now hung open to her waist, revealing the cleavage of her blue
white breasts and even the inside edge of one taut brown nipple. But I can't stop
myself. I want him to see me naked. I want him to see all of me... and I want to see
him, too!
Bobby's eyes grew wide in amazement as she continued to unfasten the buttons, one by
one, while she went on speaking: "You see, a girl needs to be aroused – especially at
first, if she's afraid of sex. So you have to know what to do to make her want you. For
instance," she said, pulling the fuzzy cloth away from her breasts, "most boys start by
trying to get into a girl's bra. I'll bet you knew that, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Bobby said, catching his breath. Jesus! She's sure got bigger tits than thought.
And her nipples are so dark!
"Here, let me show you... She took his hand and placed it on her right breast. Ohhh,
his hand is so soft, and so warm, and... "That's it, honey; just play with it... See how the
nipple sticks out? It does that when a girl's aroused... when she wants to make love."
The boy shifted his hips to try to relieve the pressure on his pulsating prick, and with
his left hand he pushed it down. The fingertips of his right hand massaged the smooth
flesh of his mother's breast, and he felt the hard tip of her nipple pressing into his
palm.
Martha thrust her chest forward as she shrugged the robe from her shoulders, letting it
fall to the bed behind her. Then she slid toward her son slightly, moving her ass off the
discarded garment and revealing her fuzzy bush to his avid gaze.
Jeez! And it is brown, Bobby thought smugly.
Just like I guessed.
"Uh... why don't you take your clothes off too?" Martha suggested after a moment.
"Then I can... then you'll be more comfortable."
"I, uh..."
"Don't worry, honey," she said, laughing a little nervously. "I've seen pricks before."
The boy looked down at the lump in his jeans for a second or two, then decided, Well,
what the hell! If she wants to see it, why not? With quick movements he unbuckled his
belt and pushed his pants down his hips, releasing the imprisoned organ, which stood
up straight before his flat belly.
"Ooooooh!" Martha moaned. "You've grown up more than I thought!" Then, sensing
her son's embarrassment, she turned to look down at her own body. "Now, why don't
we pretend that I'm a girl you're with, and that you want to get me to let you... that
you want to make love to me. Okay?" "All right," Bobby said, thinking, I wonder if
she's really going to let me do it to her. If she goes away and leaves me with this hardon, 
I'm gonna hafta get old Freda in here again.
"What you should do first is play with her... with my tits, and maybe suck on the
nipples some. And when this girl you're out with starts getting ready, she might reach
out and... play with you... like this..."
"Uh!" His mother's fingers on his rod surprised him, and his hips lurched upward.
"C'mon, honey. Show me how you can suck on my titty." Her hand closed and she
began to work his foreskin gently up and down, while rubbing her thumb over the
oozing slit of his cockhead.
"Oh, Mom, that feels good!" Bobby raised his hands to take one of his mother's large
breasts and draw it toward his mouth. She leaned forward obligingly, letting her nipple
go between his lips.
Oh, God! His little cock is so hard! And he's sucking on that nipple like a real pro.
Slowly Martha let her fingers wander down the shaft to the base of his member, and
then between his thighs to his soft-skinned ballsack. Unable to resist the temptation,
she pulled her breast from his suctioning lips and ducked her head down to take his
four inches into her mouth.
"Ahhhh! Whatcha doin'?" Bobby cried. "Mmmmmmm." Wow, that's even better than
Freda!
"Mfffff! This is called ‘sucking cock.' Probably the girl wouldn't do this for a while –
like till after you'd balled her a few times." There! I said it. He doesn't even look
shocked, either. "Say, why don't you get acquainted with what I've got down there? Ill
bet your chums call it a pussy, don't they?"
Bobby grinned. "Yeah. Some of 'em call it a cunt, too," he answered, then began
working his fingers through the dense mat of crisp brown curls.
"Go ahead, honey," Martha urged. "You can stick your fingers up inside." And as she
returned to fondling her son's organ, she spread her legs to allow him easier access to
her steamy slot.
Bobby's fingers probed inside, feeling the heat and moisture, and when by chance he
encountered her swollen clitoris, she cried out:
"Oh, yeah! That's the place, honey! Rub that little bump there. Oooohh! That's the
way!" Her knees spread wider now, and her cunt hump jutted upward as her body
tensed, but suddenly she reached down and pulled his hand back by the wrist. "That's
my clitty," she explained, gasping, "and if you keep that up, I'll cum just like you boys
do... I'll bet you've jacked off, haven't you?"
"Uh..."
"Oh, come on. You don't have to be ashamed of it. All boys do that. Even girls do it.
Did you know that?"
"Uh, I'd never thought about it," Bobby answered, continuing to ruffle the hair of her
bush as he talked.
"Well, they do, and that's the way they do it – they rub their clitties until they cum."
"Oh."
"But they only do that when there's nobody to fuck them, 'cause fucking's better, and I
don't want you to make me cum 'cause I want you to fuck me."
Bobby gulped. "Are you sure?" he asked nervously.
"Oh, I'm sure!" Martha's answer was breathy. "I want you to take this sweet pecker and
stick it right up in my pussy. C'mere, honey. Let me show you how."
Sitting up, she helped him to straddle her hips, and then she lay back. "Take it in your
hand and stick it right in the hole down there below my clitty," she instructed. "Stick it
in hard."
Bobby sat back on his heels to peer down into her slot.
"See, right here," she said, holding her cuntlips apart and indicating the orifice with her
forefinger. "And hurry, honey! I'm so hot I'm about to cum already!"
Taking his rod in his hand, the boy moved forward, and with little difficulty inserted the
head into his mother's cunt.
"Ahhhhh! That's it, honey! Now shove! Shove hard!" To help him, she raised her
buttocks from the bed, and with one powerful thrust, he was in to the root.
"Oh, Jesus! Now, fuck me, Bobby! Fuck!
Fuckr
He needed no encouragement now, and his hips moved with rapid jerks as he fell
forward, burying his face between those jiggling breasts. "Ohhh, Mom!" he moaned.
"Ohhhh, Bobby! You're gonna make me..." "Ooooh, I think I'm gonna..."
"Uh, uh, tsssssss!"
"Ahhhhhggggg! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!"
"Tsssssss! Tssss! Uh!"
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhgg!"
"Oohhhh, Jesus!"
"Uhg, uhn, uhn!"
"Mmmmmmmmm."
"Uhn."
"Wheeew!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh, honey, that's the most wonderful thing that's happened to me in years!"
"Whoooo! Me, too, Mom. Whew!... I mean, it's the best thing that ever happened to
me." "You're gonna make out just fine with the girls," Martha said softly. "But if you
ever need any more instruction... you know where to come." She giggled, and then
Bobby joined in the laughter.
"I sure do," he replied.


Chapter 5

"I'm having some company tonight," Martha told Richard when she returned to the
living room. "How 'bout going up to your room? You can take the TV with you if you
want."
Richard looked up from his program. "Company? How come?"
"Oh, I just felt like having Sally and a couple of the other women over for coffee."
"You never did that before."
"I know, honey. Now, why don't you just take the TV up to your room?"
The boy eyed her suspiciously, then grudgingly stood up. "I think you're nuts," he said
as he unplugged the portable television.
Martha only smiled and began rearranging the sofa pillows. "G'night. Have a nice
sleep," she told him when he turned to leave.
"Night," he answered sourly. "C'mon, Freda."
The big dog oozed, yawning and stretching, from the overstuffed chair in which she
had been curled up, then followed Richard from the room, her mouth open and her
tongue hanging out. Isn't that nice! Martha thought. It really was a good idea to get
her. They seem to like each other so much.
A few minutes later she heard a light knock at the back door. When she opened it, Sally
came in carrying her projector, followed by Alice and Mary.
"Hello," Martha greeted them.
"Hi," Sally answered enthusiastically. The other two merely murmured, smiled a little
stiffly, then stood nervously behind Sally while she placed the projector on the kitchen
table.
"Where do you want this set up?" Sally inquired brusquely.
"I think right there will be just fine," Martha answered. "But why don't you turn it
around so the picture will be on the big bare wall here?"
"Looks good," Sally replied, and began opening the machine. "Where are the films?"
"I'll get them. I put them over here in the cabinet, where the boys wouldn't accidentally
find them. Have a seat," she urged the other women, who were still fidgeting behind
Sally.
They mumbled their thanks and placed chairs in front of the stove, as far as possible
from the white-painted wall that would serve as a screen.
"Let's look at this one first," Martha suggested, handing Sally a small flat can. "I don't
know what any of them are, so it really doesn't make much difference which one we
start with."
"Right," Sally agreed. "One's probably as good as another." When she had finished
threading the strip, she announced cheerfully, "Okay, everybody. Sit down. It's ready to
roll. How 'bout turning out the lights, Martha."
"Oh, sure." Martha gave a nervous chuckle. "Almost forgot."
A kaleidoscope of colored numbers flashed on the wall, and then the first scene,
appeared: A tanned, muscular man walked into a room containing only .3 bed and a
chair. He was completely naked, and his short, thick prick hung limply against large,
plump balls.
Martha heard a sharp intake of breath behind her. I wonder what Sally told them, she
thought to herself. Surely she gave them a pretty clear idea what could be expected.
Shit! There's no woman in the bed, Sally was thinking. Hmmm. What's he doing now?
The man sat down in the chair and began looking offstage. The camera came in for a
close-up of his lap, and he obligingly spread his knees so that the cameraman could get
a shot straight from the front. His prick was beginning to swell and stiffen.
"Well, that's more like it," Sally said aloud. "I wondered what he was going to do with
it soft."
Martha snickered, but Alice and Mary said nothing.
When the actor's organ was standing erect, he took his hand and began working the
foreskin up and down. The camera now moved to different angles, close-ups and
distance shots, as the man hunched forward, jacking faster and faster. Then came a shot
as before, straight up between his thighs, and the camera moved higher and higher,
until the red head of his member was pointing straight into the faces of the four
women.
SPLAT!
"Oh!" one of the pair behind Martha cried as that first jet of cum hit the lens.
All was a blur then, with continual additions of semen, blob after gooey blob filling the
screen and oozing slowly downward.
"Hey! That was pretty good!" Sally exclaimed as it ended. "Right in the face! It was
awfully short, though."
"Yeah," Martha agreed as the film began flipping around on the bottom reel. "There's
another one here that's longer. Let's look at it next."
"How'd you like it?" Sally asked the other women, smirking a little. "Turn you on?"
"It... was, uh... really something," Alice said feebly.
"Yes. It... was," Mary concurred.
"I told you Martha really found something," Sally went on, working with the projector
as she spoke. "And maybe this one'll be even better."
A few seconds later the reels began to turn again, and the four women settled back to
watch.
The opening scene of the longer film – in glowing color – was apparently taken during
a volleyball tournament at a boys' nudist camp. Pink-toned bodies of various shades
and shapes bounced before the viewers' eyes as the camera eye dipped and pulled back,
showing whole bodies, then close-ups of asses, peckers and balls, all in constant motion.
"Jesus!" Sally exclaimed. "There's not a one of 'em over thirteen!"
"Or over three inches," Martha commented. "And they sure don't have much hair, do
they?" But neither does Bobby, she added mentally.
Sally chuckled. "I wonder how something that small would feel."
"Probably pretty damn good," Martha said, hoping that would be convincing evidence
that she didn't really know.
Alice coughed and shuffled her feet nervously. Then, "Look at that tall, skinny one with
the skinny prick," Sally said, turning toward her. "He reminds me of my Tommy."
"Mm-hmm," Alice replied. "He's good looking." The scene shifted suddenly to the boys'
shower room, and they were shown jostling one another for turns in the showers. The
tall boy goosed a shorter, plumper companion, and the smaller boy's tiny prick bounced
against his scrotum as he jumped in alarm.
"That cameraman's really good," Martha commented. "He sure got some clear closeups."
"Yeah, those little peckers are really getting me hot," Sally agreed. "I never knew
they used kids for movies like this. Do you suppose the boys know that the camera
keeps focusing on their pricks, or do you think he just told them they were making a
film to promote nudist camps?"
"I'll bet they know." Martha's eyes were glued to the screen as she answered. "They
seem to turn around and get in just the right positions so that everything shows."
"It sure does!" came an emphatic whisper from behind her.
"Oh, look! They're all going swimming. Look at those cute little asses!" Sally leaned
forward as the camera picked up the details of buttocks and rosebud anuses, the boys
diving head-first into the water from the side of the pool. "Damn, I wish they wouldn't
move so fast!"
"Yeah. It'd be easier to see them if they'd slow down." Martha's hands were in her lap,
and she worked one finger down until it was pressing on the top of her slit.
"Hey! That's nicer!"
All the boys were in the water now, and several were floating on their backs. The
camera dwelt lovingly on each one in turn, closing in on the flaccid organs which
undulated with the flow of the water. Finally it settled on the tall boy, and Sally let out
a delighted squeal. "He's got a hard-on! Boy! It sure is better looking when it's stiff!"
Her thoughts were elsewhere, however: I wonder if Tommy's is that big? she was asking
herself excitedly. There's got to be a way I can find out. I wonder if he leaves the
bathroom window open when he takes baths. I could go outside and... oh, that's
ridiculous! A peeping-tom mother! But, shit! These little peckers sure do things to my
pussy!
Martha was also lost in private thought: He's got a longer one than Bobby, but it's also
skinnier. I wonder if Dickie's anywhere near that big yet. That boy's older than Dickie,
but it seems like Dickie must be old enough to get hard, at least.
"Say, Martha," Sally whispered, leaning toward her. "How'd you like to get in bed with
a kid like that?"
"Uh... it'd probably be pretty good," she whispered back, thinking, It was damn good!
Better than anything I've ever had, in fact!
"How 'bout you two?" Sally asked, turning to look at Alice and Mary.
"Wh-what?" Alice stammered.
"How'd you like to have a roll in bed with a young stud like that one?"
"Oh! W-well... I, uh... don't know." The gray-haired woman glanced uneasily at the
others. "I've... never even thought about it, but... well, it sure is erotic."
"What you mean is that you're about to cream your pants," Sally said with undisguised
sarcasm. "You, too, Mary, I'll bet."
"Yeah... I guess you're right, Sally," Mary admitted, to Sally's mild surprise. "I had no
idea something like this could make me feel so... so damn hot!"
"We're all homy as hell," Martha said kindly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I know, I know!" came Alice's heartfelt reply. "It's j-just that... well, I've never done
anything like this before, and it is sort of embarrassing to admit even to your friends
that you'd like..."
"A good hard cock up your cunt," Sally filled in. "I know. But it's not our fault that our
husbands are so damn lazy."
"Tired out from working so hard," Alice corrected.
"Well, it's not that George is tired," Mary said bitterly. "He's just so damn drunk all the
time that he can't see straight!"
The end of the film had flipped through and begun to flap as the women talked, and
now Sally reached over to turn off the projector. "Anybody wanta see more of this stuff
tonight," she asked, "or should we all go home and try to do something about our...
ahem! Our little problem."
"Not much to do about it in my case," Mary responded.
"Oh, come off it! Surely you've jacked off before!" Sally said, snickering.
"Not since I was fourteen," came the earnest answer. "Everybody scared me so with
those stories about how it makes you go insane, or at least gives you pimples... I
stopped, and I've never done it since. I guess it's silly, but I don't think even now I
could..."
"Well," Sally drawled, rising and beginning to dismantle the projector while Martha
turned the lights on again, "I'll bet you figure out some way to get rid of that itch in
your crotch tonight. And since you don't have a big dog around, like Martha here has...
"Ohhh, Martha! You wouldn't do anything like that, would you?" Mary asked,
amazement flooding her face.
Martha smiled, then looked nervously at Sally, thinking, Now how could she know?
"I... never had," she said finally, "until after I saw those photographs. Ludwig never
appealed to me before... but today he got a little carried away with his licking, and...
well, he did a pretty good job!"
Sally looked up in surprise. "Why, Martha! I was just joking! You mean that pooch
actually can jack you off?"
"He sure did. And he acted like he enjoyed it, too."
"Jesus! You wouldn't loan him to us, would you? I mean, it isn't fair to keep all the
goodies to yourself, you know. I'm sure my Sheba would never stoop – er, stand for
anything like that."
"Well, I guess you could take him home with you tonight," Martha said a bit
grudgingly, thinking, But then what am I going to do? Bobby's probably still tired out
from this afternoon. Anyway, I wouldn't want him thinking I'm some kind of sex
maniac!
"What about us?" Alice asked. "Could we borrow Ludwig, too?" Then, apparently
regretting her eagerness, she amended, "I mean, sometime when you don't want to have
him around, I'd be glad to take care of him..." She shut her mouth and looked at the
floor. "I feel like a pervert!" she said slowly after a moment. "B-but... I sure would like
to try it!"
The poor thing! She's probably far worse off than I am, Martha thought. She smiled
kindly at the gray-haired woman and said, "You can have him tomorrow. All day, if you
like. I don't think I'll be needing him."
"Oh" Sally looked intently at Martha. "You've got something better, maybe?"
"Ohh, no!" Martha lied. "It's... just that it's best if you don't do it too often."
"I wouldn't know about that," said Sally, grimacing. "It's been so long since I've had it
twice in the same day, I can't even remember what it was like!"
"I'll go get Ludwig," Martha offered. "And when you get through with him, just take
him on over to Alice's house... What about you, Mary?" The other neighbor shook her
head. "Much as I hate to come right out and say it, I'd like to borrow him, too."
"Fine. Just bring him back to me when you're all finished with him. Ill tell the kids you
wanted to use him for a watchdog – that you've seen prowlers around lately."
"I should be so lucky!" Mary muttered, putting her chair back beside the table.
"Yeah. If anybody does see a peeping tom around here, be sure to tell me," Sally said. "I
probably couldn't lure one inside, but maybe I could trap him!"
As the others laughed, she turned to Martha. "So where's the dog? I want to see if I can
use him before Dave gets home. Oh! Will it be okay if I have him sleep in the garage
tonight?"
"Sure," Martha called back over her shoulder as she went toward the living room. "Just
give him a bowl of water so he can rinse his mouth out."
The others giggled and stood waiting until she returned with Ludwig, who wagged his
tail amiably as he looked from one to the next.
"Is there anything special I have to do to get him interested?" Sally asked.
"Not that I know of. He just seems to take to it naturally."
"Okay, good. Now, when can we come back and see more of the films?"
"Tomorrow night, I guess. I mean, if that's convenient for everybody else. Alice? Mary?"
All three of the neighbors nodded, then said their good-byes. And before their footsteps
had faded into the sounds of traffic on the street outside, Martha was plotting what she
would do to take care of the desperate-as-ever itch in her crotch.


Chapter 6

"How come you're bringing the TV in here?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, Mom's having company tonight! She told me to come up here with it." Richard
slammed the bedroom door behind him and put the television on the table under the
window.
"Company?"
"Yeah. She said Mrs. Thompson and a couple other women were coming over for
coffee. Don't ask me why!"
"Huh! Funny," Bobby mused. "I don't think she's ever had anybody over in the
evenings before when Dad wasn't home."
"I know. Oh, well! C'mon, Freda. Wanta get up on my bed?"
"She can sleep here with me," Bobby offered, thinking, And when he gets to sleep, I can
have some fun with her.
"No! She's gonna sleep with me," Richard argued. "I want her to be my dog. You can
have Ludwig."
Bobby was silent for a moment. His brother's tone confirmed his suspicions that the
new dog had put her oral talents to work on Richard that afternoon. When he spoke,
his tone was confidential. "Have you... uh... noticed anything different about Freda?"
"Different?"
"Yeah. Different than Ludwig."
"Well, she's a little smaller, I guess."
"No, dummy! I mean the way she acts."
"Oh." Hmmmm. I wonder if he knows. "Nooo. Have you?"
"Well, yeah. She... sorta licks you a lot. Doesn't she do that to you, too?"
"Yeah, I guess so. She does lick more than Ludwig."
"And this afternoon when I came up here you were lying in bed with her, and you
didn't have your pants on."
"So what? Sometimes I like to sleep naked. You do,too."
"I know. But Freda had her face right up against your dong."
"Maybe she was cold."
"Aww, Richard, tell me the truth! Didn't she do anything... unusual to you before you
went to sleep?"
The younger boy began to scratch the dog behind the ears, not knowing how to answer.
He does know, he thought. I'll bet he'll go tell Mom and get me in all kinds of trouble,
too.
But then Bobby said softly, "You don't have to be ashamed of it. She did it to me, too."
"She did?" Richard looked wide-eyed at his brother.
"Yeah. I came in while you were asleep, and she came over on my bed and started in
licking me, and kept on until..."
"Gosh! I wasn't sure she'd do it again. I thought maybe it was just an accident or
something."
"Heck, I think she'll do it any time we want her to," Bobby said firmly. "She acts like
it's something somebody taught her. Where did Mom get her, anyway?"
"I don't know. Same place she got Ludwig, probably. Do you really think shell do it any
time we want?"
"Well... why don't we find out?"
"Uh... But she can't do both of us at once."
"I know. So look: I'll show you somethin' else you can do with her."
"Whadda ya mean?"
"You'll see. C'mon; let's get undressed." Bobby jumped from his bed and began pulling
off his T-shirt. Richard, eager to learn of the new trick Bobby had discovered, followed
suit, and in a few seconds they were both naked, sitting on the floor beside the dog.
"Nice Freda," Bobby said encouragingly, petting her. "See what Richard's got for you?"
Richard was holding his tiny cock between his thumb and forefinger for Freda's
inspection, and she gave it a friendly lap on the tip. "Mmmm "he sighed. "Yeah! Do it
some more, girl!"
His pecker was beginning to stand up by itself now, and he released his hold to let
Freda take over.
"Ohhh! That sure feels good."
The sight of the dog's wet pink tongue swabbing at his brother's genitals gave the older
boy an almost instant hard-on, and he was eager to make use of it. "I'll show you what
else you can do with her," he offered.
Richard leaned back against the bed, his eyes glazed. "Uh," he grunted in assent.
"You just keep on licking, now, Freda," Bobby instructed as he got up on his knees and
moved around to position himself behind the dog. "Don't worry, now, girl. This feels
good; remember?" "Whatcha... uh!... gonna do?"
"I'm gonna... screw her." Bobby was directly behind her now, and Freda paused in her
licking to look over her shoulder at him.
"Don't stop!" Richard cried. "C'mon, girl!" Reaching out, he took the dog's snout and
pulled it back to his stiff banana. Immediately, she returned to her tongue-massage, and
Bobby continued to stealthily approach her from the rear.
"Better keep a hold of her head," he cautioned his brother. " 'Cause when I stick it in
her, she might try to turn and look again."
Richard reached up and grasped the dog by the ears, mumbling softly, "That's a good
Freda. Keep... uh!... doin' that to me. Bobby's just... gonna get behind you there, an'...
he's gonna... fuck you. And you're gonna... keep lickin' me like that... uh!... an' pretty
soon I'm... gonna give you a... mouthful of..."
By this time the older boy had probed with his fingers until he had managed to pry
apart Freda's fat vulva, and now he was working his forefinger up inside, wiggling it
around. The dog's tongue-strokes slowed, then became more rapid as the frictioning
motion was increased in tempo and depth.
"That feel good, girl?" Bobby asked soothingly.
"You like for me to stick my finger in your pussy?"
Freda's tail stuck out to the side, and the tip of it waved slightly, as if she were trying to
wag it in answer.
"I'm gonna give you something even better now," he went on quietly, removing the
finger and pushing the head of his stiff little cock up against the opening. "Remember
how good it felt this afternoon?"
"You'd... uh!... better hurry!" Richard gasped. "I... think I'm gonna... shoot!"
"Uhn!" Bobby grunted, pushing as hard as he could. "Uhn! Uhn! " With three hard
jabs, he drove his pecker in to the root, and then began pistoning with his hips.
Freda's tongue was working so fast now that it was almost a blur, and Richard felt the
tingling, cum-rising sensation flow through his body. He could feel his brother's thrusts
against the dog's body, and through half-closed eyes he could watch Bobby's white
buttocks jiggling on each inward stroke.
"I... can't... stop... it, Bobby!" he moaned. "I'm...ah!... UH!!"
"I am... too!" Bobby grunted. "In... I just..."
"Uh! Uh! UH!"
"Uh!"
"... Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Aggghhh!"
"Uh. Uh."
"Ah,ah, ahhhh!"
"Mmmmm."
"Uhg!"
"Whew! Stop, Freda!"
"Uh."
"Stop! Get away! That's... enough!"
"Ohhh! Wow!"
"Yeah!..."
"She's really got a tight pussy."
"You... uh... think I could try that sometime, Bobby?"
"Sure. She's probably more your size, actually." "Huh! Mine's almost as big as yours!"
"Is not."
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah!"
"Huh! Can't tell, now. It's gettin' all soft." Richard examined his shrinking pecker and
then looked at his brother. "Take yours out so I can see it," he demanded.
Obligingly, Bobby pulled back and sat down. His slimy organ hung limply over his
pecan-size balls. "Mine's soft now too," he said. "But it's bigger'n yours, anyway."
"Well, shit, you're older'n me," Richard said grudgingly, realizing that he was bound to
lose this contest.
"Ever measure yours when it was hard?" Bobby asked.
"Nope... Did you?"
"Yeah. I did a while back, and it was almost four inches then. I bet it's longer, now."
"Huh! That ain't so big."
"I know, but it's bigger'n yours."
"Well, so what? Mine works just as good as yours or anybody's. I don't care what size it
is anyway!"
"Girls care, though."
Richard looked at him apprehensively. "They... Why should they?"
"'Cause it feels better when it's bigger. That's what all the guys say, anyway."
"Well, I ain't stickin' mine into any old girl anyway!" Richard retorted, making a sour
face.
"You will someday," Bobby said, beginning to lose his enthusiasm for the whole
discussion. "And you'll like it, I bet."
"Huh! How would you know? You ain't never had yours up a girl."
"Uh... Well, Freda's a girl."
"Yeah, but she's a dog girl! You ain't never stuck it in a real girl."
Should I tell him? Bobby wondered. Then, after a moment's thought: No. He's too
young. Anyway, he'd never believe it. And besides that, he might be jealous, and he'd
probably run straight to Mom and ask her if it was true, and... "Okay, so I've never
fucked a real girl," he muttered. "But I will. And so will you. And mine'll still be bigger,
and-"
"I like Freda better," Richard interrupted, grabbing the dog by the neck and pulling her
toward him. She had finished cleaning up her dripping cunt by this time, and had been
sitting near him on the floor.
"So big deal," said Bobby, rising. "I'm gonna go down to the kitchen and get a glass of
water. Wanta come with me?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Both boys pulled their jeans on, and after coaxing Freda up onto Bobby's bed, opened
the door of the bedroom. "You stay there till we come back," the older boy said. "We
won't take long." "Hey, the house is all dark," Richard whispered as their door swung
shut behind them. "Sounds like somebody's in the kitchen, though."
"That's funny. I thought you said Mom was going to have company."
"Yeah, that's what she said. Hey, there's alight in the kitchen, too. But it's... funny. It
flickers." "I'm gonna sneak down and see what she's doin'. You gonna come?"
"Sure."
Cautiously, the boys crept down the stairs and tiptoed over to the kitchen doorway,
staying in the shadows. As they moved forward they saw their mother and Mrs.
Thompson sitting by the table, facing the far wall, their faces illuminated by the
mysterious flickering light. They could hear a whirring sound, too.
Then Bobby spied the projector. "Psst! They're looking at a movie," he whispered.
"Yeah? If we get over there, we can see what it is," Richard answered softly.
"Be careful, though. Don't trip over the rug." "Okay. Stay with me."
Silently, they crept to the far side of the room, then approached the doorway from that
side. Suddenly Richard stopped, and Bobby bumped into him. "Uhh! Hey, what'd you
stop for?" he hissed.
"Jeez! Look!" Richard moved slightly to one side so his brother could move up beside
him. He stood with his mouth hanging open.
"Jesus!" Bobby gasped.
"Yeah. Naked people."
"I... don't see any girls, though."
"Nope. Neither do I."
"It looks like the shower room after gym."
"Yeah... But the way it keeps showing their cocks! I don't think it's any movie about
school." "Uh... Good thinking."
"I didn't even know Mom had a projector." "Hey, look! They're goin' out to a pool.
Maybe now some girls will show up, and..."
"I wonder why it keeps showing their butts like that."
Bobby was silent for a moment, waiting. Then he shrugged, turned to his brother and
whispered, "I guess maybe this is what ladies watch the way men look at naked girls. I
never thought about it before, but probably this makes them get hot like it makes us
hot looking at the pictures of girls with naked boobies in those magazines down at the
drug store."
"Hmmm. I wonder if Mom does this all the time."
"I don't think she does. I never saw a projector around before either. And she's never
had Mrs. Thompson over at night before, that I know of." "Maybe she just bought this
stuff. Hey, look at the guy with his dick sticking up out of the water!"
"Yeah. Gee, I wish I could swim naked like that sometime."
"Me too. I'll bet the water would feel neat, swishing around your balls. I mean like in
the bathtub, only-"
"Look, we'd better get out of here before it ends," Richard interrupted him. "They
might get mad if they caught us. Sounds like there's a couple other people in there, too.
I've been hearing more voices than just Mom's and Mrs. Thompson's." The boys
backed slowly away together, watching the film as long as possible. Then they turned
and quietly made their way back to the stairs.
"Hurry!" Bobby urged. "It sounds like it's finished. They're talking louder, all of a
sudden." Once they had reached the safety of the upper floor, they looked back and saw
the kitchen light go on.
"Whew! Just made it in time!" Bobby said. "Hey, how 'bout if I show you how to screw
Freda now?"
"Naw," Richard answered as they entered their room together. "I'm tired. I guess I'll
just go to bed."
"Okay, if that's what you want to do. Ill show you tomorrow, then. You'll really like it."
"Can I sleep with her tonight?" the younger boy asked, flopping back on his bed.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm pooped out too. I just want to go to sleep."
"See ya in the mornin', then."
Two minutes later Richard was fast asleep. But about midnight he woke up and had to
go to the bathroom.
"You stay here, Freda," he whispered to the dog. "I'll be right back."


Chapter 7

Hard as she tried, Martha couldn't blot from her mind the vision of little cocks and
asses, bouncing balls and bananas, smooth, hairless, firm-fleshed torsos. The boys
danced and cavorted in her mind's eye, and every now and then one of them would
come toward her, hold out his pink pecker and ask:
"Wanta fuck, lady?"
Stop it! she told herself mentally. And then she wondered, Why is it that they all look
like Dickie?
Her twat was seething with accumulated juices, and her nipples tingled as she writhed
in an agony of passion on her bed.
Go to sleep, she instructed herself. He's asleep, and so is Bobby. Ludwig is gone.
There's nothing but your finger, and what you want is something up your cunt.
I want Dickie up my cunt, she admitted. Dickie... Dickie... Dickie...
You can't have him... At least not now.
About midnight she sat up and shook her head. "I'm never going to get to sleep," she
muttered. "I've got to do something!" Turning on the bedside light, she looked around
and after a minute spied a tall thin cologne bottle on her dresser. "I guess that'll have to
do," she sighed, climbing out from under the covers and padding across the bare floor.
When she was back in bed and had turned out the light, she held the bottle between
her hands to warm it.
Nice little cock, she thought. Pretty, pink little pecker. Gonna stick you up my pussy
and let you put your cum in me.
Then she heard the boys' door open. Her body tensed and she became instantly alert.
Control yourself...
I can't...
You shouldn't do it...
But what will it hurt?...
Stealthily, she crawled from the bed and positioned herself by the door. A second later
she saw Richard, naked in silhouette, as he opened the bathroom door and went inside.
Martha quickly returned to her bed and covered her nude body with the white sheet,
then lay back on the pillow. Ooops! she thought, retrieving the cologne bottle from
beside her and placing it on the bedside table.
Then she heard the flushing of the toilet and the bathroom door opened.
"Dickie?" she called softly. Then, a little louder: "Richard?"
The footsteps stopped, then she could hear him walking toward her door. "Did you call
me, Mom?" he whispered, sticking his head around the door jamb.
"Yes, honey," Martha answered in a low tone. "Could you come here a minute?" Her
body was aching with lust, and she found it hard to control her voice. I want you! she
wanted to scream. Fuck me! Come lay me!
"I, uh, don't have any clothes on," he stammered. "I could go back and get my
pajamas."
"That's okay, honey," she cooed. "It's pretty dark in here, and I won't look if you don't
want me to."
Obediently, the boy came closer. "What did you want?" he asked nervously.
"I'm afraid," Martha said, "and I wondered if you'd stay with me for a while." She
thought smugly that this was a masterpiece of subterfuge. How could he refuse?
"Afraid?" he asked doubtfully. "You sleep by yourself all the time."
"I know, honey," she replied, her tone almost whining, "but tonight I'm scared. I don't
know why it is, but it would sure help if you'd stay with me a while. Here..." She pulled
back the sheet on the other side of the double bed, taking care not to expose her body.
"... you can get in bed with me and go back to sleep if you want. It'll make me feel
better just knowing that somebody's with me." Richard hesitated only a moment, then
shuffled around to the other side and sat down on the bed. In the dim light Martha
could see his bare buttocks and a thrill went through her from scalp to footsoles. Before
he lay down, her son pulled the sheet over his hips, then as he lay back he repositioned
it around his shoulders, thinking, Sure is funny that she's afraid. Wonder what she's
afraid of.
"Honey," Martha whispered after several minutes had gone by in silence, "I'm cold."
"Want me to go get a blanket?" Richard offered. "Uh... no, I just thought maybe you
could... move closer to me...? A little...? Ahh, that's better! You're nice and warm, I can
tell."
He wasn't touching her, but she could feel the heat of his body, and she turned her
back to him. "I'm going to try to go to sleep now," she announced. "G'night."
"'Night."
Martha carefully regulated her breathing and lay utterly still for several minutes, but
then she began to be afraid Richard would fall asleep before she could continue with
her plan. I'd better do something now, she decided, and with a grunt and a heavy sigh,
she shifted position, shoving her bare ass back against her son's hips.
Jeez! She ain't got any clothes on either!
Ohhh! His skin's so soft and warm!
He didn't move, and so a few minutes later Martha made more sleep-sounds and flung
herself over on her back, in the process pushing the sheet down to her waist and letting
her hand fall beside her on her son's pelvis. His entire body went stiff, and she found to
her delight that his little dick was in the same condition.
J-Jeeez!! What's she doin' to my dong? Richard wondered as his mother's fingers closed
around it. Then: Gee, she's got big boobsies! She must be havin' a dirty dream and
think she's playin' with Dad.
In her best imitation of sleep-slurred speech, Martha intoned: "Suck my tits, baby."
Maybe she'll wake up if I don't do it, Richard thought. And if she wakes up and finds
out she's holdin' onto my pecker... I'd better do it, I guess.
Propping himself up on his elbow, he reached out with his other hand and began
massaging one soft white breast. Then he leaned over and began licking her stiff nipple
with the tip of his tongue.
Ohh, Jesus, that feels so good! He's playin' with my tit, and I'm holdin' onto his prick.
It can't be over three inches long, but it's stiff as a stick! Martha moaned and shifted
her position slightly, turning a bit more toward Richard's probing tongue. This brought
the hair of her bush into contact with his bare hip.
Jeez! She's stickin' her pussy up against me now! It sure feels hairy! I wonder what
she'd do if I...?
Removing his hand from her tit, but continuing to suck vigorously on the fat, distended
nipple, the boy reached down under the sheet and gingerly touched the hairy hump
with his fingertips.
Martha groaned, then smacked her lips. "Yeah! Tha's gooood," she slurred. "Play wif
my pussy, baby. Stick your finger in it." And she rolled back slightly, offering him
easier access to the slot.
The boy's finger began to probe hesitantly downward between her thigh-tops, and
gently he worked the lips of her cunt apart, then slid all four fingers inside her.
God! I'm gonna cum all over his hand if he keeps that up. Those tiny, wiggly fingers
right up in the juicy crack... And that sweet little mouth suckin' on my nipple... Jesus!
Without realizing it, Martha had begun jacking Richard's cock, and every so often he
would grunt softly. He was finding great pleasure in exploring the inner recesses of his
mother's mysterious twat.
She sure is hot and wet in there, he was thinking while his fingers went on with their
exploratory probing, his tongue with its avid licking. And her nipple's so... so hard! The
little bump in the middle's just like the eraser on a new pencil-only thicker, I'll bet!
"Turn over, baby," Martha mumbled suddenly, fearing that she was going to have an
orgasm before she could manage to get his sweet little pecker plugged into her hole.
Huh?? Richard stopped sucking and feeling. Turn over? Why would she want me – or
whoever she thinks I am – to do that? It bewildered him, but after a moment he
regretfully obeyed, fearing that the fun was finished. But a few seconds later he
understood that he had been wrong. He could feel his mother moving beside him –
moving down... down along his trembling body until...
"Eeeee!" He'd tried to muffle his squeal in the pillow, but hadn't been entirely
successful. Jeez, Louise!! She's got a finger right up my... "Mmmmmm!"
Martha had shoved herself down until her face was directly behind Richard's bare
buttocks, then delicately pressed her forefinger into the crack.
And then, with gentle, nudging pressure, she pried his asscheeks apart and pushed her
tongue down into the sleek groove.
Oh, God! I've never done anything like this before in my life! But his darling little ass
turns me on so! He's got such a tiny little butthole, and it... it tastes so good!!
Oooh! It feels like... She is! She's stickin' her tongue up in there, an' lickin' my butt!
God! It feels terrific! I didn't even know ladies did things like this! And now she's
reaching around with her hand, and... "Mmmmm!"... playin' with my dong again! And
my nuts, too! Wowee!
Martha twisted and turned until she could pry her son's thighs apart and work her head
down between them. Then she sucked his tiny testicles into her mouth, meanwhile
working one finger deep into his spit-lubricated anus and jacking the foreskin of his
diminutive cock with her other hand.
Oh, my gosh! Now she's got my balls in her mouth... and a finger clear up my...
"Uuuh!"... asshole! Suddenly he could feel the cum rising, and he began to be afraid he
was going to shoot all over his mother's face, since her upward pushing and sliding had
turned him onto his side, and with his balls in her mouth, the upper half of her face
was right in the line of fire.
Oh, Jesus! he thought. What am I gonna do? If I spray her, she'll probably wake up,
and I bet she'll be furious! But I can't...
In desperation, he was just gathering his strength to push her away when Martha felt
his body tense and decided she'd better slack off. Much as she would have loved to have
him blast his cum all over ler face, she wanted it in her cunt more, and she knew that
one chance was all she was going to get – that night, at least. She knew too that if she
didn't get his adorable pecker up inside her, she would spend the rest of the night
tossing and turning, roasting on the fire in her loins – trying the cologne bottle... and if
that didn't work, looking frantically for something that would.
Removing her head from her son's thigh-grip, Martha snaked back up toward her
pillow, murmuring sleepily, "Wanta fuck?"
Richard said nothing and made no move, so she turned her back to him and thrust her
big ass against his. "Roll over an' slip it inta me, baby," she moaned urgently. "Slip me
that beautiful cock. Nobody's lookin'."
Hmmm. Must not be dreamin' about Dad after oil, Richard mused. Must be dreamin '
she's sneakin' around with some other guy. Maybe she's still thinkin' about those
movies she watched. But all those were little boys. I didn't see any men, anyway. I
didn't think ladies liked to fuck little kids! But I guess if they like lookin ' at 'em...
Confused, Richard turned toward his mother's bare back. His hard little banana
brushed vibrantly against her ass, then lodged itself in the crack.
"Mmmmmm! Lemme help," Martha offered. She shoved her buttocks back farther,
intending to find the position where it would be easiest for Richard to push his dick
into her cunt. By accident, however, her movement was a little too forceful and aimed a
little too low, and: "Ahhhhh!!"
J-J-Jeeez! It's in! Didn't feel to me like her slot was back that far, but I guess...
"Ohhhh, yes!!! Fuck me, baby!" God! I never realized a cock up the ass could feel so...
"Uhh!"
... damn... "Ugh!"... good! "Ahhh-huh!" "Uhnnnn!" Richard began snapping his hips
back and forth, faster and faster, marveling at the tightness and heat of the fleshy tube
that held his broiling dong.
"Ahhh, that's it, baby! Ohhh, ram it up there! Harder, lover! Faster! Ohhhh! Y-yeah!!"
I can't... hold it much longer! Golly!
I never dreamed gettin ' fucked in the ass would make my pussy feel like it had a cock
in it! And it makes my clitty burn like... Ohh, Jesus! I'm gonna cum!
I... can't stop it!
"Tsssss! Uh, uh, uh... tsssss!"
"Nh! Nh!"
"Zsssss!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Zsss!"
"Nh! Nh! Ahhhhgggh!!"
"Ohhh!"
"Nh!"
"Ohh, Jesus!"
Huh?
"Ohhhh, Lord!"
Is... she wakin' up?
"What a fuck!"
Cripes! I better pretend like I'm asleep, so's she'll think she was dreamin ' it all.
"Never had nothin' that good before, honey! Hey! You awake back there?"
She must think it's Dad, now she's awake. Richard closed his eyes and let his mouth
hang open. Wonder what kind of fit she'll have when she turns around and finds out
it's me!
But Martha didn't turn around. She only drifted off into a dreamless, totally satisfied
sleep, a wide smile on her placid face.
When Sally entered her house through the back door, leading Ludwig, she knew
Tommy would be occupied watching television, and that her husband Dave wouldn't be
home for more than an hour.
"C'mon, Ludwig," she whispered. "Let's go to my room."
The big dog followed her obediently, and once they had reached her bedroom, Sally
closed the door and carefully fastened the latch. Immediately, Ludwig began snuffling
his way around the room, sniffing the rug, the legs of the bed and the single chair in
front of her dressing table.
"What'sa matter, boy?" Sally inquired, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Oh! I'll bet
you smell Sheba! You can't have her, though, you naughty dog. She's much too little
for you! Now, I'm more your size!"
Ludwig looked up at her questioningly for a moment, then continued his exploration.
Sally, meanwhile, began to unbutton her pantsuit. I "Hey, pay attention here, Ludwig,"
she urged. "I'm getting naked for you! "
The dog seemed totally uninterested when she dropped her outer garments to the floor
and reached back to unhook her black lace bra. With the release of its restraint, her big,
freckly breasts sprang free, but Ludwig was still following his nose around the
baseboards.
"You probably aren't much on sucking tits," Sally said. "Too bad, too." She lifted her
arms, swinging the filmy bra over her head, then looked down at her breasts, watching
them jiggle and bounce. "I'll admit they were even better when I was young," she went
on. "I mean, the boys actually called me ‘Miss Overhanging Ledge' when I was a senior
in high school... but you've got to hand it to me even now: They're not bad for a forty
year-old woman."
Tossing the bra away, Sally stood in the center of the room with her legs well apart, her
hands on her abundant hips. "Wanna eat some cunt, fella?" she asked.
Ludwig's back remained turned to her; he was checking out the far corner of the room.
"Okay, how 'bout this?" she said a little worriedly, pushing her black lace panties down
to her ankles and stepping out of them. "Wanna take a whiff of these?" Straightening
up, she threw the tiny scrap of fabric at the animal's back, and he turned promptly
around to investigate.
"Ah-ha! That turns you on, eh?"
The dog was pawing and sniffing the crotch of the garment, making loud snuffling
sounds. Now Sally walked toward him, her hands still on her hips. "Here," she said
when she was right in front of him. "Have a good sniff, Ludwig."
The big shepherd raised his head and stuck his nose into the top of her crack.
"Eeeee!" Sally squealed. "God! C-cold!" But she still took him by the collar and led him
back to her bed. "Jump up," she instructed, patting the mattress. "There! Good doggie...
Now, I'm just going to he down here beside you, and you do whatever you want.
Okay?"
Sally sprawled out on the bed on her back, swinging her legs wide apart and crossing
her arms above her head on the pillow. Ludwig looked her over curiously, from the
tiny, light brown nipples on her vast, freckle-faced boobs to the patch of reddish hair on
her puffy mound. Then he opened his mouth and began to pant, his saliva-drizzling
tongue hanging down from one side of his mouth.
"Well, come on, boy," the woman encouraged him. "I'm so damned hot I'm liable to
cream all over the bed if you don't hop to it. Don't just sit there staring at me like
that!"
The dog bent his head and began lapping at the underside of one of her heavy tits,
making it jiggle and slosh from side to side.
"Ah, so you do like knockers!" she sighed. "Oooh, and it feels good, Ludwig! You've got
a tongue and a half there!"
Leaving wet patches, he continued to lick Sally's body more or less at random,
progressing up over her left breast with its tough little tip, to the crease between, then
onto the right tit. For this he had to stand up, and he laid one of his broad paws on
Sally's chest as he did so.
"Ohhh, you brute, you!" she moaned happily. "I never realized quite how big you were,
Ludwig!" Her eyes were half-closed, but as she looked down past the dog's hairy leg,
she saw that his big red cock had pushed out of its foreskin.
"Jesus! You've really got a dong on you!" she exclaimed. Then she sighed and let her
eyes close, reveling in the tingling sensations his tongue was causing in her nipples.
It wasn't long, however, before the dog began to work his way down her side, then up
onto her belly to swab out her navel. From there he lapped around her auburn bush to
the tops of her thighs, driving her almost crazy with lust.
"G-God! Why don'cha stick that hotmop up inside, where it'll do me some good?" she
moaned at last. "Quit teasing me!"
But Ludwig seemed to have another purpose in mind: to get the voluptuous naked
woman so homy-hot that she'd beg for it – cry and plead to be fucked.
"Oohhhh!" Sally groaned. "I feel like my cunt's on fire! I gotta cum or I'll die! Please,
Ludwig! Please lick my snatch!"
The animal stopped, looked up alertly at her face. Then he lay down beside her and
began to probe with his nose beneath her left buttock.
"What the hell do you want under there?" Sally whined. "Y-you... want me to turn
over?" And when the dog persisted and she did roll over, he went directly to her
asshole, where he licked and massaged briskly, flicking the tip of his tongue up inside
every once in a while, to nearly drive her insane with pleasure.
"Ohhh, Jesus!" she gurgled. "Nobody's ever done that for me before! God, it feels
wonderful! H-here. Lemme get up where you can get at it better." She pulled her knees
in beneath her, so her big white asscheeks were spread apart, her rosebud anus
twitching beneath the dog's snuffing nose.
"Oh, hurry! Cram your whole tongue in there! Yeah! Ohhh, do it harder, Ludwig! And
faster! Jesus!"
But suddenly Ludwig had begun to work his way down over her perineum and into her
gaping slit, thrusting his long, hot tongue right up into her hole. His moist breath
bathed her whole crotch whenever he exhaled, gusting through the dark red curls that
lined the dripping groove. Sally's hand gripped the pillow beneath her head with such
force that her knuckles turned white, and she was so close to an orgasm that she barely
noticed when the dog positioned himself behind her and suddenly moved up astride her
crouching form.
"Uh... Wha'cha doin', boy?" she mumbled through her daze. "Wha'cha...?
Aahhhhhhggggg!!"
With a single heave of his hairy hips, Ludwig had thrust his shiny red bludgeon in to
the root – in Sally's asshole. The spit-lubricated virgin orifice stretched to its limit, and
Sally groaned and writhed in an orgy of pleasure-pain as the fiery poker slashed in and
out with blazing friction. The animal's hot breath was washing over her back and neck,
and his dripping tongue deposited gob after gob of slimy warm saliva on her back.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Ludwig!" she cried. "Blast me! Shoot your nasty cum up in my ass
and make me cum too!"
Her breasts were compressed against the mattress, and her pale, fleshy buttocks jiggled,
bounced and swayed with every stroke, the dog's hammering hips moving faster and
faster. Then suddenly he stopped dead with his thick spike sunk to full depth, and fiery
jets of semen shot deep into Sally's rectum, sending her over the top.
"Eeeeee! Eeeggghhh! Urrggghhhh! Ohh, God! Ahhh! Ohhhh! Ooohh! Eeeegggh!"
And when she had finally dislodged the swollen crimson cock from her agonized anus,
she collapsed on the sweat-soaked sheet in complete exhaustion, barely able to keep on
breathing.


Chapter 8

When Martha woke up the next morning, she found it hard to restrain herself. Richard
was lying naked beside her in the bed, and his soft little pecker hung limply to the side.
Such a cute little thing, she sighed to herself. So soft and pink. And his little balls are so
sweet...
But she managed to keep hold of herself long enough to get dressed, and then forced
herself to leave the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
Before she had turned on the percolator in the kitchen, Sally was tapping at the back
door. "Come on in," Martha called.
Sally's eyes were bright and she was smiling as she entered. "I just took Ludwig over to
Alice's," she said. "God! You didn't tell me he'd actually screw me!"
"Oh, did he?" Martha asked innocently. "Why, the nasty thing!" Her eyes twinkled
with amusement.
"You mean you... Oh, I get it! You wanted to surprise me; right?"
"Well, actually, I was ashamed to tell you I'd been fucked by a dog," Martha admitted,
sitting down at the table. "It seemed a little, uh, gross, I guess."
"It was the damnedest thing that's ever happened to me!" Sally exclaimed. "He just
jabbed it right in. Uh... Did he manage to get it up the right hole when he did it to
you?"
"Well, I had to help him a little. He sorta missed the first time."
"He missed the first time with me, too, but it felt so damn good I just let him do it. I've
always wanted to be fucked in the ass." She sat down across the table from Martha and
rested her chin on her elbows. "Ill bet Alice hasn't ever had anything like that either. I'd
give anything to be able to watch what happens over there this morning."
Martha yawned. "Yeah, so would I," she said. "I hope he doesn't make her have a heart
attack or anything."
"Shell probably have the best orgasm of her life, is all," Sally said lightly. Then she
squinted at Martha. "You look pretty tired out this morning. Didn't you get enough
sleep?"
"Oh, I guess I got to sleep about one this morning," Martha said, immediately
regretting her off-guard honesty.
"Oh?..." Sally's eyebrows soared comically. "Have a little trouble with your crotch,
maybe?" "I, uh... Well, yes, damn it! Here, let me get you some coffee. I think it's
ready."
"Look, I'm sorry I took your stud away from you," Sally said in half-serious apology,
"but you did say you wouldn't be needing him."
"I... didn't. I mean, I don't think I would have used him if..."
"Martha... You haven't been doing anything with those boys of yours, have you?" Sally
looked her friend in the eye, but Martha couldn't meet her gaze. "Come on! Tell me the
truth, now!"
"Sally... I, uh... I just had to!" Martha stammered. "I was so afraid Harry'd give them
the wrong idea about how men... Oh, you know, Sally. I just wanted to be sure they
were growing up to be normal men!"
"Yeah," Sally muttered. "I see what you mean." Jesus! Fucking her own kids! Wonder
how she managed it. Maybe she'll give me some tips I can put to work on Tommy.
"I mean, it's not like I just wanted to fuck them for my own pleasure, you know,"
Martha went on lamely, telling herself mentally, You 're a liar and you know it. You
know damn well you didn't think about doing the boys any favors when you were
screwing them. You just wanted their little peckers in your twat.
"Uh, maybe I should make sure Tommy's growing up to be ‘normal'," Sally suggested
brightly. "He sure doesn't seem interested in girls." Martha looked at her sharply,
detecting a note of sarcasm in her voice. "You don't really think that, do you?" she
asked. "I mean, that he's perverted or anything."
"Well, no, but you can never be sure. If I could get him to ball me I'd know he's okay,
wouldn't I? I mean, that's what you said, wasn't it? You got your kids – both of them?
– to do it to you." "Yeah, both of them."
"Wow! Not at the same time, though, was it?" "No."
"How'd you do it? How did you get them in bed with you?"
"Well, uh... actually I got in bed with Bobby," she said in a confidential tone. "I was just
giving him a little lecture on the facts of life, and somehow one thing led to another,
and..."
"Hey! That's a damn good idea!" Sally enthused. "What about Richard? Did you do it
the same way with him?"
"Well, no, it wasn't at all the same. He got up last night to go to the bathroom, and I
couldn't get to sleep, so I asked him to sleep with me because I was afraid."
"That'd never work with Tommy," Sally said, sipping at the hot coffee. "He never gets
up in the night that I know of, and besides, Dave's not gone all the time like Harry is."
"Yeah, I know. Well, I think if you haven't talked with him about the birds and the
bees, that you should. At least you could get an idea about whether he's picked up any
bad information from the other kids."
"I'm going to do it," Sally said with decision. "I'm going to do it somehow."
I wonder where Richard is, Bobby wondered when he woke up at eight. He never gets
up before I do. And he didn't take Freda with him.
"Come on, girl," he said to the sleeping dog. "Let's go find Richard."
After he had gone to the bathroom, Bobby started to go downstairs, but as he passed
his parents' room he saw his brother lying asleep on their bed.
Huh! What's he doin' in there? A fleeting wash of jealousy passed over him, but he
dismissed it quickly. Surely Mom wouldn't have done with him what she did with me,
he told himself. He's only eleven, and... But then he walked into the room and
discovered that behind the crumpled sheet in the middle of the bed, Richard was totally
naked.
Jesus! He slept with Mom without any clothes on?!
Bobby sat down on the far edge of the mattress and looked glumly at his brother's tiny
prick. What would she want anything that little for? he wondered. It's not even as big
as my thumb when it's soft like that. Even hard...
Freda, who had been following him, jumped up on the bed, and the motion woke
Richard up. He yawned and opened his eyes to look up at the big dog. "Oh, hi, Freda,"
he said sleepily. "I'm sorry I never came back last night, but-" Then he saw Bobby.
"Uh... Hi," he said somewhat sheepishly, reaching for the sheet. "What's... uh... Hi!"
The older boy glared at him. "What are you doin' in Mom's bed?" he asked
belligerently.
"Uh, I... I don't know," Richard stammered. "I... got up to go to the bathroom last
night, and she called me and said she was afraid of something. She wanted me to sleep
with her so she wouldn't be scared any more."
"Yeah? So why didn't you get your pajamas on first?" Bobby questioned him.
"I wanted to, but she said it'd be okay – that she wouldn't look at me if I didn't want
her to." Gosh, he acts like he's mad about something, Richard was thinking. I wonder if
Mom got all mad when she woke up this morning and found me here. Maybe she
remembered that dream she had and decided I did something to her in the night. But
she wouldn't have told Bobby about it, though! Would she??
"I'll bet you fucked her!" the older boy accused, his eyes narrowing. "Why didn't you
use Freda? I told you I'd show you how!"
"B-but, Bobby... it wasn't my fault," Richard whined, unable to keep his secret. "Sh-sh
she was all naked... and she was asleep... and she kept on telling me to fuck her, and
playin' with my dick an' everything... I was afraid she was gonna wake up an' get awful
mad at me if I didn't do what she said!"
Bobby was silent for a long moment. His anger, he realized, was unreasonable. Richard
couldn't have helped himself any more than Bobby could when their mother had
seduced him. "Look, I'm sorry," he said finally. "I... thought you just came in here on
purpose to screw her."
Richard grinned. "I never would have thought of it," he said seriously. "And I... don't
think she knows I did it, even. So I better get out of here before she comes back."
"I'll bet she knows," Bobby said mysteriously. "And I'll bet she wasn't really asleep
when it happened, either."
"Huh? What makes you think that?"
"'Cause she came... Well, this may be a sort of shock to you, Richard, but she came in
our room last night while you were still downstairs, and she started talking to me about
sex and all, and then she took her bathrobe off and let me suck her tits."
"Gee! Really?" Richard was wide-eyed with amazement. "Did you do it?"
"Sure. She's got nice boobies, hasn't she?"
"Uh... Yeah! They sure are big!"
"Yup. And then after that, she got all the way naked, and she played with me for a
while, and, uh... then she told me to screw her."
"Gosh! Just like that?"
"Yeah, sort of. I mean, she said she was giving me a lesson on how to act when I took a
girl out, but I could tell she mainly just wanted to fuck. She was pretty damn hot."
"Yeah, I know. She sure musta got hot again watchin' those movies later, too!"
"Uh-huh. I didn't think she'd ever do it again. But if she got you in here to screw her in
the middle of the night, she must want it just about all the time!"
"You think so?"
"I'd just about bet on it."
"So... you think we might get her to do it with us some more?"
"Yup. At least I sure plan to stick around the house today and be ready if she is."
Sally hadn't wasted any time after leaving Martha's. Tommy was still in bed, and she
decided to wake him up. Eight-thirty was plenty late for any child to sleep, she told
herself.
Before she went to her son's room, however, she ought to put on something a little
more seductive than her housedress, she decided. As she rummaged through her dresser
drawers, she remembered the black lace peignoir she had bought on sale several years
before. She'd worn it only once, and it hadn't seemed to do anything for Dave's passion
– or lack of it – so she had hung it in the back of her closet. Now she shuffled through
the dresses and suits until she came to the filmy garment.
"Ha!" she murmured to herself. "If this doesn't make him start thinking about sex,
nothing's going to."
Quickly, she took off her shoes, unbuttoned her housedress and let it drop to the floor.
Her oversize tits jiggled slightly in their white cotton cups. Better shuck off this damn
bra, too, she thought, unhooking it and tossing it aside. And the panties.
Over her nude form she slipped the black lace peignoir, then went to the mirror over
the dresser to survey the results.
Hmmm, she thought, turning this way and that. The nipples do show. That's good.
And if I don't let the skirt get bunched up too much in front, he'll be able to see my
bush, too.
Turning on her heel, she left the room and went directly to Tommy's door. A soft
knock brought no response, as she'd expected, so she turned the knob quietly, then
cracked the door open. Her red-haired son was curled up asleep on his bed, snoring
placidly.
Good. She smiled smugly and stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her.
When she sat down on the edge of his bed, Tommy stirred slightly, but he didn't
awaken. Sally looked down at his freckled face. Wonder what he's dreaming about, she
thought. Ah! And I wonder if he's got a hard-on!
Carefully, she pulled the sheet back to expose the boy's naked body. Sure enough, his
thin prick was standing out straight from his flat belly. He lay on his side facing her,
his knees pulled up partway.
Ohh, Lord! Look at it! It's so pink and soft-looking...
The boy moved slightly again, and his stiff organ bobbed up and down, seeming to nod
its head at her.
Sally left the sheet down and cleared her throat.
"T-Tommy..." she said a little hoarsely.
No response.
She said his name a bit louder, and he smacked his lips, shuffled his feet a little.
"Tommy, wake up! I... want to talk to you." "Huh?" The boy opened one eye and tried
to focus. When he finally realized that his mother was sitting on the bed beside him,
the other eye popped open and his jaw dropped. "Oh!" His eyes flicked over the black
lace peignoir, then hastily returned to her face. "Whatsa matter?" he asked.
"Nothing," Sally assured him. "I just thought I ought to have a little talk with you,
son."
"Talk?"
"Yes, dear. Are you awake now?"
"Uh... I guess so." Then he looked down and discovered that the sheet was gone from
his hips and that his stiff prick was pointing straight at his mother's ass. With panicky
motions he grabbed for the top of the sheet and began to pull it up, but Sally reached
out and stopped him.
"Oh, come on, honey!" she said. "I've seen cocks before."
Tommy's eyes went wide with alarm.
"I... just wanted to have a little chat with you about the birds and the bees," Sally went
on cheerfully.
"The what?"
"Oh, you know!" she explained, laughing. "About sex. About girls and boys screwing
and all that."
Tommy's face got red. He shifted his eyes nervously from one comer of the room to the
other.
"Now, don't be embarrassed, honey," his mother continued soothingly. "I'm the lady
who changed your diapers; remember? I mean, certainly we ought to be able to talk
about things like that with each other! You see, my parents never even spoke the word
sex in front of me, and I want us to have a better relationship than that... Don't you?
"Uh... yeah. I guess so," the boy stammered.
"I'll bet you and your friends talk about things like that all the time," Sally went on.
"And probably they've told you a lot of things that aren't true."
"Uh..."
"So I want to make sure you know all about the way things really are when it comes to
sex. Okay?"
"Uh... Okay, but... could I pull the sheet up now?"
"Darling, if it makes you nervous to be naked while I've got clothes on, I'll take this
off...She reached up and began to unfasten the top button of the peignoir, but Tommy
hastily assured her that that wasn't the problem.
"I just... feel funny when you look at my thing like that," he confessed.
"Well, honey, when you start taking girls out, they're going to look at it. You wouldn't
want-" "They are??"
"Oh, silly, I mean you're going to want to get them undressed so you can look at their
boobies and pussies, so you'll have to get undressed too." "Uh..."
"Haven't you been alone with a girl at all yet?" "Well, no, I guess not. I don't like girls
much. They're awful dumb."
"Some of them are pretty smart about how to make a boy feel good down there,
though." She reached out and gave his pink banana a pat on its head, and it bobbed
delightedly. "Haven't any of the older boys you know talked with you about balling –
told you what they did with their girl friends?"
Tommy shifted position uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah, some of 'em, I guess."
"And don't you think you're going to want to try it yourself pretty soon?"
"Uh... I don't know."
Sally was getting impatient. This was harder than she had anticipated. She didn't want
to frighten him by being too bold, but... Somehow she'd assumed that just because she
was wearing the sexy gown, he would jump into her arms, eager to fuck. She knew now
that that was silly; she had to work him up to it slowly, step by step... But so far the
steps had been painfully slow, and all the while her crotch kept getting hotter and
wetter, her breathing tighter and her nipples tinglier as she eyed that wonderful little
dick, which was now looking right back at her.
Ohhh, to hell with the build-up! she thought desperately. It's now or never!
With a carefully careless gesture, Sally released the top button of the gown, which
sprang open from the pressure of her voluptuous breasts, revealing the deep cleavage
and the white, freckle-clothed skin of their inner swells. "Girls like to have you try to
get into their undies," she said, watching his face as she flipped the next button out of
the buttonhole, causing the gown's front to open all the way to her waist. "Some of
them like to make you fight for it, but they really want you to do it even when they
pretend like they don't."
"Uh... Why do they fight, then?" Tommy asked, staring in astonishment at his mother's
enormous boobs.
"'Cause it turns them on to fight," Sally said simply. "Now you can tell that I'm turned
on because my nipples are sticking out. See how hard the tips of them are? Here, feel of
this one."
She took his cold, trembling fingers in her warm palm and placed them on her right
breast. "Ooooh! Your hand's so cold!" she exclaimed. "See how that makes the nipple
get all wrinkly?"
Tommy's clammy hand closed tentatively over the end of her big knocker, and she
looked down at his crotch to see what effect this was having on his prick. It was, she
saw, moving in little jerks, swelling even more and turning a brighter shade of pink.
The blue veins were beginning to stand out in relief against the soft-looking skin.
"Wouldn't you like to play with them a little?" she asked. "I don't mind."
"I... I guess so," Tommy replied, raising his other hand to cup her warm flesh.
"First let me get completely out of this damn thing." She unfastened the button at the
peignoir's waist and shrugged the filmy robe from her arms, then lifted her ass from the
bed long enough to brush the black fabric off to the floor. "That's better!" she sighed,
throwing her shoulders back and jiggling her breasts at him. "Now you can really get at
things."
He was, she noticed, propping himself up so that he could see her cunt. "Now you can
play with my boobs and get to my pussy too," she said cheerfully, spreading her legs
slightly so that he could see the fur-lined crack. Then, remembering that she was
supposed to be instructing him in the art of seducing a girl, she added: "When you get
a girl naked, you'll want to play with her for a while before you ball her, in order to get
her all hot and ready."
Tommy swallowed nervously and put out a hand to touch her right nipple.
"It's okay," she encouraged him. "It feels good, and I want you to put your fingers in
my pussy, too."
Oh, boy, do I! she was thinking. And I want that sweet little cock in there, too. But I'd
better let him take his time about it, I guess. He sure seem nervous!
"Mind if I play with your dong a little?" she asked. When he only shrugged in reply,
she reached over and took it in her hand.
"Ooooh, it's really warm!" she said huskily. "And it sure is hard!"
Tommy's hips jerked convulsively as his mother grasped his organ, and his eyelids
drooped.
"Feel good, honey?"
"Uh, yeah... Sure does."
She held it tightly in her palm and worked the foreskin up and down a few times, then
took her thumb and smeared the drop of fluid which had appeared at the tip over the
rosy head.
"Why don't you put your other hand up between my legs?" she suggested. "You're
doing fine with my titty. That feels good... You could suck on it too, if you wanted to."
Slowly, Tommy's hand moved over her thigh and up between her legs until the tips of
his fingers touched her curl-covered labia, then stopped.
"Go ahead," she urged. "Put your fingers up inside my slot."
Hesitantly, the boy moved his fingers farther, until the middle one was in her gooey
crack to the first knuckle.
"Yeah! Keep goin'! That feels marvelous!" Meanwhile, she had begun caressing his tiny
nuts with her right hand, and her left had taken over the jacking of his cock. From the
way he was acting, though, she was afraid he was going to shoot before she could get
him to fuck her, so she stopped after a moment and put her right hand around on his
firm, white asscheek.
"Here, let me spread my legs a little more, so you can see what you're doing," she
continued. And when she did so, she shifted her ass slightly so that he would have a
clear view straight up the bore.
"See that little bump at the top?" she asked, moving her hand down until she could feel
the crack of his ass.
"Uh, yeah, I think so." His breathing was faster, and she knew she was going to be able
to carry it through now. He seemed to be shedding his embarrassment as his lust
increased.
"Well, that's my clitty. That's where it feels really special for you to rub. When you
want to really get a girl turned on, rub her clitty."
Tommy's forefinger began to work back and forth over Sally's clitoris, and she moaned
in ecstasy. "Ohh, yeah, that's the way to do it! You could make me cum if you kept on
doing that. But... Oh, stop!!"
Just as he hit her fun-button, her fingers had involuntarily slipped inside his asscrack,
and one of them had worked its way up inside his anus. His hips jerked forward, then
he shoved them back, as if he were trying to make it easier for her.
"Uh! Mmmmm," he moaned, and his eyes closed.
Sally's finger worked around the rim of his anus, feeling the wrinkly skin of the tight
little hole, and Tommy's finger continued its massage of her inner crack, avoiding her
nubbin now.
Finally she knew she couldn't last much longer, and she lay back beside him. "Come
fuck me now, honey," she said in a breathy voice she could hardly control. "I want
you."
There was no hesitation as Tommy rose to his knees beside her. But then he stopped
and sat back on his heels.
"Just get right down there between my legs," Sally instructed. "Ill put it in for you,
honey, if you want me to."
The boy crawled down and climbed over her right leg, and as he did so she reached out
and gave his smooth-skinned ass a loving pat. "You've got a beautiful butt," she said.
And when he didn't answer, she went on, "Now, just let me prop my ass up on a pillow
so you can get it way down inside."
His thin rod was bobbing in expectation as he knelt waiting for her to position herself
properly. His eyes took in the details of her cunt, which jutted upward as she lifted her
ass onto the fat pillow Tommy used when he read in bed.
"There! Now I'm ready," she sighed. "Come closer so I can get hold of you."
Obediently, the boy came forward on his knees and watched as she took his pink
pecker in her warm hands.
"Ooooo! That's gonna feel so gooood up inside me!" she cooed. "See the hole down
there?"
She spread her knees wider as he peered between her thighs at the gooey gash. "That's
where I want you to stick it. Just take it and put it in there. Ill bet you'll know what to
do with it after that."
She let go of his organ and put her arms over her head so that her big breasts spread
out in quivering mounds. Each was tipped by a rock-hard brown nipple that pointed
straight at the ceiling.
"Yeah!" she groaned when her son worked the head of his pecker into her hole. "Now,
shove, darling! Hard!"
Tommy grasped her hips and shoved with all his strength.
"Ahhhhh!!"
In one thrust it was in her to the balls, and he began to work his hips rapidly, staring
down at her oversize jugs, which bounced and jiggled with each stroke.
"Ohhh, fuck me, baby!" Sally moaned.
"Ooh, Mom! Y-y-you sure got big tits!"
"And your dick feels so wonderful in me!" "Yeah!"
"You... like screwing me, baby?"
"Mmmm!"
"You like to jam that nasty cock of yours up my big, hot cunt?"
"Mmmmm-"
"And look at my boobies?"
"Mmmm!"
"And... ahhh!... are you gonna shoot your cum up in me? And – Ohhh, God! I think..."
"M-me... too!"
"... I'm..."
"Oh! Ughn!"
"...gonna..."
"Uh!"
"...cum!!..."
"Uhn! Uhn!"
"Eeeeegh! Eeeeeghh!"
"Uhhn! Aggghh!"
"Ohh, Tommy!... Ahhhnnn!"
"Ahhh, Mom!... Uhn!"
"Jesus!"
"Wow! Yeah!"
"Mmmmm!"
"Whew!"
And for a long time, Tommy lay with his head between his mother's heaving breasts as
she lovingly stroked his red hair.


Chapter 9

About ten, after Martha had straightened the living room and put a load of clothes in
the washer, she went upstairs. From her room she heard giggling and shuffling sounds,
but when she approached, all was silent.
Wonder what they're up to in there? she thought.
When she opened the door, she saw that both boys were lying on her bed, which was in
complete disarray. She looked at them quizzically.
"Hi, Mom," Bobby said mischievously. "We thought we'd take a nap in your bed.
Wanta sleep with us?" His eyes were twinkling, and though he had the sheet pulled up
to his waist, she suspected that beneath it he was naked.
"Yeah, Mom," Richard chimed in. "We're kinda tired, and we thought you wouldn't
care if we slept in your bed. It's, uh, more comfortable than ours is."
What the hell? Martha wondered. They must have been talking about... But, Jesus! Two
little cocks at the same time!? I never would have had the nerve to get them together,
but...
"C'mon, Mom," Bobby urged. "Get under the covers with us."
"I, uh... I don't think I can sleep with my dress on," Martha hedged.
"Well, take it off, then," the older boy responded, looking boldly at her tits.
"Yeah, Mom, take it off," Richard agreed, following his brother's lead. "We don't care."
Martha's crotch was beginning to tingle at the sight of her sons lying there waiting for
her beneath the rumpled white sheet. She hesitated only a moment before turning her
back to them and unbuttoning her cotton dress. Behind her she heard shuffling sounds
beneath the covers.
When she had removed her outer garment and stood in just her waist-high cotton
panties and white cotton bra, she turned to face them. "It's awfully early in the day to
be taking a nap," she said, smiling. "But I'm tired too, actually."
"Yeah," said Bobby, giving her a sidelong glance. "Richard said you had a hard time
getting to sleep last night."
So Dickie told him! I figured as much... Well, it doesn't seem to have caused any
trouble between them. In fact, this is really more than I could ever have hoped for!
"Uh... Yeah, I did," she admitted.
Saying no more, she walked over and climbed onto the bed at its foot.
"Come up here between us," Bobby instructed her manfully. "That way we'll keep you
warm."
I'll just bet you will, she mused. Already I'm so hot I could boil an egg in my crotch!
The boys helped her pull the sheet down enough so she could slide beneath it, and for a
few minutes she lay on her back, staring at the pattern of cracks in the ceiling. First on
one side of her waist and then on the other, she felt the pressure of small fingers,
working slyly at the elastic of her panties. She closed her eyes and reveled in the ecstatic
flood of joy that welled up inside her. I've never had two lovers, she thought. They're
making me feel beautiful! Beautiful and loved... And hot!
When they had worked her panties down so that the elastic was just above her fluff
covered mound, she lifted her buttocks slightly so they could pull the crumpled fabric
down her legs. Both boys promptly dived under the sheet, and she could feel their
warm breath as they slid the panties down along her quivering thighs and shaking
calves. One of them – she couldn't tell which – began running his fingers through her
damp bush immediately. She thought it must be Bobby; surely he was bolder than
Richard.
When the panties cleared her ankles and feet, she spread her legs slightly, and felt a
finger slip straight into her hole.
"Mmmm," she moaned, squirming deliciously.
Then she felt movement beside her, and opened her eyes to see Bobby's cute little penis
staring down at her. It was so close she could almost – yes, she could touch it with her
tongue. And when she did, he lowered his pelvis so she could take his entire cock into
her mouth. She was staring right up the crack of his ass.
"Ahhhh!" he signed as he worked his fingers through her cunt hair and up into the
groove. His face was so close to her mound that she could feel his short hot breaths.
For several minutes she sucked avidly on his soft-skinned pecker, and then she moved
her head to one side and took it out of her mouth. "Why don't you let me turn over so
you can take off my bra," she gasped. "I want to be all naked too."
Obligingly, Bobby rose on his knees, then dismounted to sit cross-legged beside her.
Richard, she saw, was sitting dejectedly at the foot of the bed.
"C'mon, honey," she said, motioning to him. "You can play with my ass while Bobby
takes my bra off."
The younger boy grinned and came crawling up the bed toward her, and Martha turned
over on her belly, spreading her legs so Richard would have easy access to her pussy as
well.
Bobby began unhooking her cotton bra as soon as she was settled, and when it was
unfastened, he put his hands beneath her chest to push the cups away from her breasts.
She rose on her elbows so he could push the straps down, and then she pushed them
off her forearms.
"Ohh, honey, that feels so good," she sighed. "And what you're doing down there is
nice, too, Di – Richard!" She could feel his little fingers working their way down into
her slit, and with his other hand he was massaging her large white buttocks. "Oh, yeah!
Do that some more!"
Inadvertently, Richard had run his middle finger into her anus – not very far, but far
enough to give her a thrill straight to her clitoris.
"Uh, what?" he asked.
"Play with my asshole," she replied, her voice husky. "It feels... so good when you do
that." Timidly, Richard pried her asscheeks apart, then began rubbing the tip of his
forefinger around the rim of her anus.
"Ohhhh, honey! That's really something!" Bobby, finding that his brother was getting
more attention than he was, scooted down the bed and crawled between his mother's
legs. Peering up her slot, he reached out and stuck two fingers up her hole. "You like
that, too?" he asked, wiggling the tips of the fingers rapidly.
"Oh, Jesus! You two are gonna make me cum all over the sheet!"
The boys giggled. "Ain't that what you want?" the older boy asked.
Martha joined in their laughter, and Bobby delighted in the rippling of the muscles in
her cunt when she did so. "Hey, that's neat, Mom!" he exclaimed. "You wiggle inside
when you laugh." "It makes her butt jiggle, too," Richard observed. "It looks like that
Jell-O pudding she makes sometimes."
This caused Martha to laugh even harder, and Bobby's fingers stopped their massaging.
"Ouch!" he said. "That time you really grabbed me!" "Sorry," Martha apologized. "Let
me turn over now so I can eat one of you."
"Ea-"
"Suck on your pretty peckers. I want to teach you how to eat pussy, too."
"Uh-"
As she turned she saw the looks on their faces. It was, she thought, as though she had
offered them a large plate of asparagus.
Giggling, she reached out to pat Richard's thigh. "You don't have to if you don't like
the idea," she told him kindly. "But I really don't think you'll find it so bad once you
try it."
"I'll try it... I guess," Bobby said, not wanting to appear afraid in front of Richard.
"Then I will too," Richard said quickly.
"Good!" Martha approved. "And if you don't like it, you don't have to do it any more."
"Okay," the boys agreed in unison.
Lying on her back, then, she looked down at her sons over her white breasts. "Who's
going to be first?" she asked.
The brothers looked at each other, then back at their mother. "I will," Bobby
volunteered finally. "Where should I get?"
"You just get down there between my legs," she instructed, opening her thighs. "And,
Richard, you come up here. I want to play with your pretty prickie while Bobby does
that."
Smiling, Richard walked on his knees up the bed and sat down beside her.
"No, get up over me, so I can look up at it," Martha directed. "And Bobby, do you
remember where my clitty is?"
"Yeah. It's right... uh, here-"
"Ahhhh!"
"-isn't it?"
"Yeah! That's it, all right!... Well, that's what you lick with your tongue."
"My-"
"Yeah. Just pull the lips apart a little with your fingers and you can stick your tongue
up in there and lick it... I can put my ass up on a pillow if it'll help any."
"Yeah, I think it would." Bobby was looking doubtfully at her cunt.
Martha reached over to the side and grabbed Harry's pillow, which she stuffed under
her buttocks. Now her mound jutted upward, a furry hammock on the plain of her
smooth white belly. "There, that should be better," she sighed. "Now, come here,
Richard. Let me get a hold of that spout of yours."
The younger boy had been waiting patiently while his mother positioned herself, and
now he got up and straddled her face. "Like this?" he inquired.
"That's fine," Martha sighed. "And, oh, yeah!
That's the way to do it, Bobby! Ohh... Wow!"
Her eyes were half closed as she reached up and took her other son's stiff little prick
and guided it to her open lips. With her tongue she massaged its underside, and his
hips began to twitch. Momentarily she looked up along his smooth lean body to his
smiling face, then shut her eyes. Bobby was working his tongue-tip furiously over her
hardened nubbin, and she knew that if he kept it up she was going to cum within a few
seconds.
"I-Iffff! Mmffff! I-I think you'd better, uh... slow down!" she groaned, taking Richard's
little cock from her mouth. "I don't want to cum this soon. Why don't you, uh, sorta
lick around down by my hole for a minute, huh?"
The older boy was enjoying his first taste of hair pie, and he eagerly dipped his pointed
tongue deeper in her groove.
"Ohh, that's nice, Bobby!" she said encouragingly, then patted Richard's thigh. "Turn
around, honey," she instructed him.
Richard swung his leg over her and turned to mount her facing his brother. "Whatcha
gonna do now?" he asked.
"Just play with you some more." She took his round buttocks in her hands and pulled
them apart. "Scoot down a little closer," she suggested. "I can't quite-"
"Eeeee! Oooh, Mom!"
Martha's tongue had darted out to tickle Richard's asshole, and now she began a
circular motion of the tongue-tip, running it around the wrinkled skin of his puckery
little anus.
"Shhjjjeeeezzz!" the younger boy gasped.
Bobby stopped lapping momentarily to lookup at the scene before him. He could see,
beneath his brother's stiff cock and down-covered balls, his mother's chin moving as
she lapped Richard's asscrack. Richard had grabbed a breast with each hand, and was
now leaning forward, holding firmly to the quivering masses of pale flesh.
The older boy gave his mother's cunt a few more laps, then asked, "Hey, Mom, when's
it gonna be my turn?"
Martha reluctantly removed her tongue from Richard's rectum, released her hold on his
buttocks and took a deep breath. "Think you'd like to try eating a little pussy now?" she
asked the smaller boy.
"Mmmm. I guess so," he answered, looking down at his older brother, whose chin now
rested on Martha's fuzzy hump.
Richard moved forward, then looked back over his shoulder at his mother. "I'll bet I
can do it upside-down," he said, grinning.
"Sure, you can," she agreed. "Only watch your nose. You might smother down there."
The boy giggled and bent to examine the top of her slot, while Bobby crawled around
her and presented his four-inch banana for her oral enjoyment.
"Oooohh! You're doing fine!" Martha moaned a moment later, as Richard dipped his
tongue down and flicked it several times over her vibrant clitty. She looked down and
saw his spit-slickened anus pointing at her, then turned to Bobby and smiled. "Get on
me like Richard was; okay?"
His pecker bobbing, he climbed astride her chest and took hold of her tingling tits.
"Careful down there, now," she cautioned Richard, who was getting a little too vigorous
in his cunt-lapping, and he drew back to lick tentatively at her fuzz-covered labia.
Martha's finger, meanwhile, had found its way into Bobby's rectum, and the older boy's
body was wracked with spasms. "Gee-eee, Mom!" he moaned. "That's... sure... nice!"
"Yeah? Well, scrunch down a little closer," she urged him. "I wanta... taste you, too."
Her tongue was soon working its way around the puckery rim, and then it shot in to a
depth of about an inch. She flickered her tongue-lip several times, and watched Bobby's
smooth back and buttocks as they moved in time with her tongue.
For several seconds she held it there, then remove* it and licked his crack from the top
to just behind his balls. Her right hand had found his hard cock, and was gently
massaging it in time with her lapping.
Suddenly she clamped her thighs together on Richard's cheeks.
"Mfffff!"
"Oh, sorry," she gasped, pulling her face back from Bobby's ass. "I think we'd better
stop playing around, though. I almost came just then. How'd you like to try making a
sandwich?"
"Aw, Mom," Richard whined. "I'm not hungry."
Bobby said nothing, but it was apparent from his puzzled expression that he couldn't
understand why his mother suddenly wanted to send them to the kitchen for food.
Martha chuckled. "I've never actually done it myself," she admitted, "but I've heard
about it, and I'll bet it'd be fun."
"Fun?" Bobby asked, still looking confused.
"Yeah. See, one of you gets under me and fucks me in the cunt, and the other one gets
on top and sticks his dick in my ass."
Richard gasped. "I wanta get on the bottom," he said quickly.
"You stuck it in my ass last night," Martha said mischievously, "and it didn't seem to
bother you any."
The younger boy looked at her, a startled expression on his face. "I did?"
"Sure did. And it felt wonderful! It was good for you, too, wasn't it?"
I "Uh, yeah. But I thought... uh, that it was in your... uh, pussy. I mean-"
"I suspected you did. And do you know what? That was the first time anybody ever
fucked me in the ass."
"Really?"
"Yep. And it was so good I want to do it again." "It's okay if he gets on the bottom,"
Bobby offered, not wanting to be outdone by the eleven-year-old. "I think I'd like to try
it."
"Good," Martha said cheerily. "So you lie right here, Richard-" She indicated the middle
of the bed. "-and, Bobby, you get behind me..."
The younger boy lay back on the pillow and watched as his mother straddled his hips
so that his pink banana was pointing straight up at her hole. Behind her he could see
his brother, who was also straddling his legs.
"Now, I think probably I should put you in first, Richard," Martha said, running her
fingers over his smooth lean torso. "And then you'll probably have to hold very still
while Bobby gets in me from the back."
"Okay," the boys agreed, and Martha reached down to tenderly insert Richard's three
inches into her seething slot.
"Mmmmmm! Feels good!" she sighed. "But... don't move it yet, please. Now, Bobby,
you come up behind me there, and try to get yours in without pushing too hard, okay?"
"Okay, Mom." The older boy edged forward, preceded by his stiff prick, and when the
tip of it had contacted the inner swells of his mother's asscheeks, he stopped. With his
fingers he gently pried her resilient flesh apart until he could see the puckery place he
was looking for, and then he edged forward again, directing his organ with movements
of his hips.
"Ohhh! This is getting me all quivery," Martha j moaned. "I'll try to bend over some if
you think that'll help."
"Yeah, I think it will," Bobby said, surveying the situation. "I don't think I can get it in
like this."
She pulled her hips forward slightly, so that Richard wouldn't slip out, then leaned
down, putting her head on his shoulder.
"Tell me if I'm too heavy, honey," she whispered in his ear.
"Mmmmm! I like to feel your naked tits on my chest," Richard sighed. "You're not too
heavy for me."
"There! I think I can get it now," Bobby said, and with one jab he poked the head of his
cock into her anus.
"Ahhhh!" Martha's body spasmed, and Richard giggled.
"It feels funny – like you've got a hand up in your pussy."
"Mmmm! Yeah, push it in a little more now, Bobby." she instructed. "But be careful.
Don't go too fast."
"It, uh, it's kinda dry and tight," he complained. "Would it be okay if I put some spit
on it?"
"Sure," Martha agreed, finding the thought excited her. Bobby moistened his fingers
with his tongue, and while his cockhead rested snugly in the stretched skin, he worked
his fingers over the rim of her anus and his entire prick.
"You could probably get some juice from my pussy if Richard wasn't in it," Martha
thought aloud. "In fact, you probably could do that anyway." And she felt Bobby's
fingers as they worked up inside her hole beside her other son's pecker.
"Jesus! That's really weird!" she moaned.
"Sure is," Richard agreed. "Now there really is a band up inside your cunt."
Martha giggled, and Bobby quickly removed his fingers. "You grabbed me again," he
said sourly, starting to work the pussy juice over his cock and her anus. Then, after a
few seconds: "Well, I think it's ready now."
Martha braced herself and tensed her muscles to facilitate his plunge. Four times Bobby
pushed, and on the fourth try her ass hit his hips. He was in to the root.
"Ohh, God!" Martha cried. "I don't know if I can take this much! It's too good!"
As if by mutual agreement, the boys began working their hips, one in, the other out,
and their mother writhed in ecstasy between them, marveling at the new sensations
aroused in her body. Her pelvis was working now, too, aiding them in their motion,
and she propped herself up on her hands so that her breasts dangled down over
Richard's face.
"Suck..." she gasped.
And the younger boy reached up and pulled one of his mother's tits down and sucked
the nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" she moaned. "Suck it hard! Bite it!"
Her hips began moving faster, increasing the tempo until it became a staccato series of
pelvic thrusts. Both boys held still while their mother I ricocheted between them, until
it was almost a vibration, and then:
"Zssssschhhh!"
Martha gritted her teeth and her upper body fell forward, pressing her big white tit
onto Richard's face. The contractions in both her pipes rippled over the boys' rods,
bringing them off in unison.
"Unh!"
"Aggghhh!"
And the room was filled with the grunting, gasping sounds of orgasmic delight as the
three reached their peaks together in a writhing, sweat-slippery, glorious tangle of flesh.


Chapter 10

Sally arrived a little early that night, about a half-hour before the other women. "Oh,
Martha!" she said, giggling, as she came into the kitchen, "I did it just like you said,
and it worked!"
Martha smiled. Sally's face was flushed and her eyes were sparkling. "With Tommy, you
mean?" she asked.
"Yes! And it was really something! If I can keep him interested, I won't be needing
Ludwig any more."
"I know what you mean. Ludwig's nice, but, well, it's just better the other way."
"It sure is! I never would've thought such a little prick could make me feel so... so
wonderful! I didn't know whether you'd want to talk about it in front of Alice and
Mary, so I came over a bit early. I'll get the projector set up now, so we can start as
soon as they get here. Okay?"
"Fine. I'll get the films," Martha replied. "I told the boys you were coming over tonight
and sent them up to their room. Those little devils... Do you know what they did this
morning?"
"What?" Sally was busily fixing the projector on the table, and wasn't really listening.
She was, in fact, wondering whether there would be more little boys in the movies they
were soon to watch.
"They got in my bed together, and when I sent up there they told me to get undressed
and take a nap with them. When I did-"
By that time, Sally was listening. "Wow! They're sure getting bold, aren't they?"
"Yeah. They started taking my underclothes off, and then... Well, Sally, it simply defies
description!"
"Aww, give it a try!" The redhead was sitting down now, lighting a cigarette. "It's
making my crotch drip just thinking about having two little kids working me over at
the same time."
"It really was something else," Martha agreed. "And, you know what?"
"No. What?"
"I really got off on sticking my tongue up their little butts."
"Yeah? I haven't tried that with Tommy. I just got my finger up inside his asshole a
little way, though, and that seemed to turn him on a lot. I'll have to try licking it next
time."
The women were interrupted by a knock at the back door, and then a scratching sound
as well. "Come on in," Martha called. And when the door opened: "Oh, hello, Ludwig!
How've you been?" Alice and Mary entered behind the big dog, who flopped down in
the middle of the kitchen floor, resting his chin on his paws and looking up at Martha.
"Ha, ha! I think he's trying to tell me he's pooped! " she exclaimed.
"I'll bet he is, too!" Alice spoke up. "I had him until about one this afternoon, and
Mary's been keeping him busy since then."
"He's really quite a dog," the other woman said, looking down fondly at the shepherd.
"I'd like to make a reservation for tomorrow, if nobody else has spoken for him then."
"Sure," Martha responded. "You two work it out between yourselves; okay? I, uh...
don't think Sally or I'll be using him in the future."
"No?" Alice couldn't conceal her surprise at the announcement. "You're... tired of him
already?" "Well, now, it's... uh... not that we're – not that I'm actually tired of him
exactly..." She'd been ready to blurt out her triumph, but then had stopped herself,
realizing that Sally might not want her secret told. "It's just that..." she stammered,
"uh... Sally, is the first film all set to go?"
"Yeah. Ready and waitin'." Sally was as eager as Martha to reveal the reason for their
sudden abandonment of canine diversions, but she was even more interested in seeing
the films, and then in getting back to Tommy. "Turn the lights off and I'll let 'er roll,"
she finished.
Martha hurried to the light switch, and Alice and Mary seated themselves hastily at the
table.
"Here goes, girls!" Sally flicked the switch and sat down, thinking, C'mon, you little
buggers! Show me your cute little pricks!
What appeared on the screen, however, wasn't a little boy but a big black stud with a
huge, bulbous penis.
"Jesus!" Alice gasped, and the other women sucked in air simultaneously.
The Negro went to the door of the room he was sitting in and opened it. A second later
an enormous Great Dane entered, looking first at the camera, then at the actor. After
closing the door, the man led the dog to a position in front of the room's single
window, and urged her to get up on the trunk that was beneath it. The dog was
apparently well trained, for she took her position quickly, and stood looking out the
window while the man stationed himself behind her.
"God! I think he's gonna fuck that poor dog!" Sally gushed.
"Sure looks that way, doesn't it?" Martha responded.
Now the camera came in for a closeup of the shiny, slick-skinned penis that jutted from
the actor's muscle-ridged, ebony torso. As the women's mouths gaped, the organ's
round head was snubbed into the hair of the dog's ass.
"Oh, Lord! He's not even going to use her cunt!" Sally wheezed. "The poor thing!"
"I don't know," Martha said dubiously. "Maybe she likes it."
The man's big hands were positioned on the dog's hips, and as the camera moved in
even closer, he rammed his enormous prick solidly into the animal's rectum.
"Aahhh!" Mary moaned.
It took several more forceful thrusts before the entire length was sunk out of,sight, and
when it was, Alice let out a long sigh, as though she'd been holding her breath.
The camera drew back, now, to show the entire scene. The dog's eyes were glazed, and
its tongue was hanging out. Behind it, the black man pumped his thick piston in and
out slowly, a toothy grin spreading across his face.
"Sure doesn't seem to be hurting her any," Sally observed, fingering her crack through
the fabric of her pantsuit.
"Yeah, it does look as if she's enjoying it," Alice agreed.
"Ooooh! I think he's gonna cum!" Martha was leaning forward, watching expectantly as
the man's slugging strokes increased their tempo.
The cameraman moved forward again, and the slick black cudgel soon filled the screen
on each upstroke. Then it plunged completely into the dog's distended rectum and all
was a shuddering blur for several seconds. When the dark-toned tool reappeared it was
only a brief flash, and then it slammed inward again.
"God! That monstrosity must have blasted about a gallon in there! " Sally sighed.
Suddenly the film stopped, and she rose to catch the flapping reel-end. The other three
women rearranged themselves restlessly on their chairs.
Jesus! My cunt's so wet this chair's slippery! Martha thought to herself. I sure hope the
boys don't go to sleep before I get up there!
I sure hope Tommy's still awake when I get home, Sally was thinking. If I have to wake
him up, I'll probably have a hell of a time getting him to screw me in the ass.
"Okay, girls," she said after a moment. "Here goes the next one."
"I wonder if Tommy'd like to use Freda," Bobby said thoughtfully. "I'd rather fuck
Mom any day, but it seems like somebody ought to keep on using Freda."
"Yeah, Mom's lots better'n any old dog," Richard agreed. "So heck, I won't care if you
want to let Tommy keep Freda some of the time."
"It'd be an excuse to go down there, too," Bobby mused aloud. "I'll bet they're watchin'
more of those weird dirty movies. Hmmmm. We could take Freda and go down and be
real quiet, and then when-"
"Yeah, they probably are," Richard interrupted, "but Mom'll be mad as hell if we go
down. She said we were supposed to both stay up here, and that she'd be cornin' right
straight up as soon as Mrs. Thompson left."
"I wonder if shell let us ball her again tonight." The older boy sat on the edge of his
bed, a deep frown furrowing his brow. "Heck, I'll bet we could sneak down there and
not get caught! She still doesn't know about last night, so she won't be watchin'for us."
"I know. I wanta go down and look too, but if we did get caught, she might be so mad
she wouldn't let us screw her! I'd sure rather fuck her some more than see those stupid
oF movies." "Well, me too, but..."
"We could play around with Freda while we're waitin'."
"You can if ya wanta; I don't," Bobby said a little sourly. "She might make me cum, and
then I wouldn't be able to do it with Mom."
"Yeah, you're right," his brother said glumly. "Gee, I wish she'd hurry up, though!"
"Hey! Look out the window – down in the driveway. Aren't those car lights?"
Richard got up and joined the older boy at the window. "Uh-huh. Wonder who it is.
Somebody's getting out, I think."
"Oooohh, this is a good one!" Sally squealed delightedly when she saw that the film
Martha had selected was one featuring little boys again. "I; really dig those teeny
weenies; don't you, Martha?" Her elbow joggled Martha's ribs.
"Uh... yeah! They're nice, I guess," Martha answered, glaring at the redhead in the
projector's flickering light.
"Ohhh, look at those darling little things! How'd you like to suck on one of those?"
Sally's smirk wasn't lost on Martha, and apparently the other women realized
something was going on behind their backs.
"Just what are you two getting at?" Alice asked suspiciously. "Have you been keeping
something from us? Is there-?"
"Who, us?" Sally protested exaggeratedly. "Now, whatever could make you think that?"
"The whole way you're acting tonight," Mary put in. "And what you said, Martha,
about not needing Ludwig any more."
The wall was covered with pink-skinned bodies as a flock of little boys cavorted in clear
water. This was a beach scene, and some of the young actors were throwing a large
striped beachball back and forth. The actions this involved made their little peckers
bounce and bob excitingly, and the expert cameraman never failed to make the most of
this.
"Well, girls, I guess we'll have to confess," Sally aid slyly, looking sideways at Martha,
who quickly fixed her gaze on the flesh-decorated wall and pretended not to have heard.
Sally shrugged, turned to face Alice and Mary. "We-" But suddenly she halted, frowned.
"What's that noise?"
The other three became instantly alert. "What noise?" Martha whispered worriedly. "I
didn't hear anything."
"It sounded... like a car stopping," Sally answered. Then after another moment's silence:
"Maybe it was my imagination, though.
"I hope so," Martha said, relaxing a little.
"So come on! Tell us!" Alice urged.
"Tell you...? Oh! Well, Martha and I have-Oh, damn! Now, that time I'm sure I heard a
car door slam," Sally interrupted herself.
"I didn't hear a thing," Alice countered accusingly. "You're just making excuses. Trying
to squirm out again. Tell us!"
"I... I'm not sure Martha wants me to," Sally hedged. "What about it, Martha?"
"Well, I guess you'll have to, now," Martha said, still concealing her eagerness to have
the other women learn of her good fortune.
"Jesus! Do you have to drag it out like this?" Mary whined. "It can't be all that awful! I
mean, after these movies, and Ludwig and all..."
"I suppose you're right," Sally conceded, shrugging. "You see-"
It was just then that the back door opened and Harry walked in.
"What the hell-?" he growled, as Sally, Alice and Mary made a hasty, jostling exit by the
front' door, leaving Martha alone with the evidence and what appeared to be a very
angry husband.
"Martha, what the fuck-?" he rasped as the front door slammed.
"Harry! Goddamn you! What are you doing home tonight?"
"What am...? So it's my fault, huh? Can't even walk into my own house-"
"You just shut up!"
On the wall, the naked little boys continued to cavort in the surf, grinning and
laughing. Finally Martha reached over and flipped the off switch, plunging the room
into darkness.
"Turn on a light, damn it!" Harry growled.
"Just a goddamn minute! I've got to find the switch."
When the ceiling bulb flashed on, they stood facing each other, both their faces
contorted by rage. Martha was the first to speak:
"You... You bastard!! I've given you the best years of my life, and then... and then... I
find this!" She flung her arm out to indicate the films on the table. "Why did you marry
me? Why, Harry? WHY???"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about? This! That's what! All this filthy stuff I found in your
closet!" Here she began to sob a little, and her voice was choked with emotion. "J-just
think, Harry! For sixteen years IVe been married to a faggot, and I didn't even-"
"A-? Oh, Martha! Ha, ha, ha!" Harry began to chortle, and Martha looked at him
coldly, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of one white-knuckled fist.
"What's so damn funny?" she hissed.
"Ohh, ha, ha, ha! That's a choice one! Jesus! Oh, Martha! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Harry
crumpled into a chair by the table, holding onto his sides, doubled over with laughter
while his wife stared at him in utter, helpless confusion. When he was finally able to
form words again, Harry gasped, "Martha, I ain't no fag! Oh, hee, hee, hee! I just keep
that stuff to sell to some of my customers. Ha, ha, ha! Some of 'em really go for it, and
it brings in a little extra cash. Ho, ho, ho! I never told ya about it 'cause I thought you'd
be embarrassed. Oh, that's a good one, you thinkin' I was..." He broke down into
wheezing mirth again, doubling over and croaking out, "Haw, haw! Hee, hee, hee!"
Martha stood beside the table, her mouth hanging open. "You... didn't buy it for
yourself?" she asked incredulously.
"Oh, God, no! I don't go for stuff like that! Hee, hee, hee! I like to look at broads and
all... Well, I just ain't that kinda guy, Martha."
"Ohh, Harry! I'm so sorry! God, I can't tell you how-" Choking up herself, she rushed
to his side and took his hand. "I've... been thinking all these terrible things about you,
Harry, and... well, it just all seemed to fall into place. I mean, you're always so tired and
everything when you come home, and it seemed like... Oh, honey, I'm so sorry!!"
"Aww, it's okay," Harry said amiably. "I guess maybe I do act kinda grouchy
sometimes, and I'm sorry about that. But I really do get worn out while I'm on the
road; y'know? But I guess I should try to-" Suddenly he stopped, looking confused.
"Hey, that's not Ludwig!" he exclaimed as Freda entered the room and began to sniff at
his crotch. "He's... Yeah! Ludwig's lyin' over there. Where'd you get this dog?"
"Freda? Oh, Officer O'Malley gave him to me. He said they couldn't keep her down at
the jail any more because the convicts were always fighting over who got to take care of
her. It sounded pretty ? strange, but..."
"She's... pretty," Harry said, patting the dog's head, then pushing her away. Then he
took Martha's hand and held it for a moment, smiling. "What say we, uh... sorta get
reacquainted?" he said huskily. "It's... been a pretty long time since we've..."
"Ohhh, Harry!" Martha embraced him eagerly. "Ineed you so much!"
Together they walked to the living room, where they sat down side by side on the sofa.
There were no lights on in the room; only the dim rays of the porch lantern provided
illumination. Harry slipped his arm around Martha's shoulders and said softly, "I
haven't told you in a long time how pretty you are, have I?"
"Oh, honey, don't be ridiculous!" Martha said, giggling girlishly. "I'm not pretty at all
any more. I'm just a middle-aged housewife."
"But you're a pretty one," he insisted gallantly. "And you've-" He began unfastening the
front of her dress, "-got nice tits, too."
Martha chuckled. "You always were a boob man, weren't you, Harry? I'd almost
forgotten." "Yeah," he responded. "And yours always turned me on somethin' wild!" He
had pulled the short sleeves of her dress back over her shoulders and down her arms,
and now she helped him unfasten her white bra.
"Mmmmm!" he growled appreciatively as her breasts sprang free. "Beautiful big
knockers!" And he bent to suck one of the taut nipples between his teeth.
"Hey! That sounds like Dad!" Bobby said. "And he's yelling at somebody."
"I'll bet he caught Mom lookin' at those pictures," Richard said, wearing his know-it-all
expression. "I'll bet he didn't even know about them before, and I'll bet he's so mad
he'll... Gee, I don't know what!"
"Yeah. She sure never would've told him about anything like that," his older brother
agreed. "I'm gonna peek out the door and see what's happening."
"Heck yes! Me too!" Richard was right behind Bobby as he strode to the door of their
room and opened it a crack. Freda, who had shoved her way between the boys, pushed
the door open further with her broad nose and went trotting down the hall.
"Come back here, you dumb dog!" Bobby hissed.
"Hey, what'd you let her out for?" Richard whispered.
"Well, I didn't do it on purpose, dummy! Be quiet so I can listen." Then, after a few
minutes of concentration, the older boy said, "Yup, it's Dad, all right. And... they're
going into the living room... and he isn't yellin' any more."
"Hey, maybe we can see 'em," Richard whispered. "Move over, willya? Lemme look."
"You can't see 'em from here, idiot. We'll have to sneak out in the hall. But be quiet,
now. Mom'll have fits if she catches us sneakin ' around spyin' on her."
The brothers tiptoed cautiously down the hall to the top of the stairway. "Aw, you still
can't see anything," Richard muttered. "Maybe if we goon down. I can hear 'em talkin',
but they're bein' awful quiet..."
"Well, okay. You stay behind me an' be careful, though. Don't trip on the stairs."
"I won't, I won't!" Richard said irritably. "Just hurry up!"
When they reached the bottom step, they crouched in the shadows. The outside light
dimly revealed the couple on the sofa, and both boys stared, their mouths gaping open.
"Ooooh, Harry! That's so... nice!" His fingers worked their way down her belly and
nestled in the fuzz of her mound while she fumbled for his belt buckle and zipper. His
big cock popped out of the opening like a jack-in-the-box, and Martha bent down to
lick its tip.
"You've got a nice big prick, too," she whispered.
"Let's see if it still fits in that hole you got down here," he suggested a little hoarsely.
For several minutes, then, neither one said anything as they hurriedly finished
disrobing. Martha lay back on the sofa and spread her legs as Harry climbed atop her
and grabbed hold of her tits.
"Here comes, baby," he warned, then shoved his burly bludgeon roughly up her welllubricated tube.
"Ahhh! Ohh, Harry! Oh, it's good!"
"Uhn! Oh, yeah! Pump your ass like that, baby!" His hands massaged her white breasts
as his piston slammed in and out of her gooey cunt.
"Oh, fuck me, Harry! Shove it up there! Give it to me hard!"
"Yeah, baby! I'm gonna shoot my cum right in you till you choke on it! I'm gonna blast
it clear up to..."
"Yeah, Harry!! Screw me! Oh, oh! Ohh, yessss! Do it like that!"
"Uhn! Uhn!"
"Oh, Jesus!"
"Psst! Look! He's sure got a big cock, hasn't he?"
"Yeah. Wow!"
"Ill bet she ain't gonna want us any more, now. That thing must be twice as long as
mine."
"Uh-huh. It sure is thick, too."
"Yup. I sorta knew it was all too good to be true," Bobby murmured morosely.
"What?"
"Her wantin' us to fuck her all the time. Maybe she forgot what a big cock was like.
Everybody says ladies like 'em big."
"Gee, she seemed pretty tight to me, though," came Richard's muffled whisper in
response. "I don't know how anything that huge can fit up there!"
"I guess they must stretch a lot when a grown-up man fucks 'em."
"I guess. But you really don't think she's gonna let us do it to her again, huh?"
"I don't know, but I'd just about bet she won't. She's gonna want Dad all the time, now
that he's home. And I'll bet when he leaves again she still won't want anything this
little." Bobby made a vague motion toward his own crotch, where his four-inch dong
stood stiff and ready. "I guess it's back to Freda for us, kid."
"Tsssss!" Martha's knees flew up and clamped against Harry's ribs as her cunt
convulsed in a series of orgasmic undulations.
"Aahhhhggggg! Ahn! Ahhhn!" And Harry's steaming cum spurted in great, gooey blobs
into her spasming chute, filling it to overflowing.


Chapter 11

"Ooooh! Yeah! Do that some more!" Sally squealed. She was on her hands and knees
on Martha's bed, and Bobby was kneeling behind her, working his forefinger up and
down in her cunt while his thumb circled the rim of her anus. Richard, meanwhile, was
on his back, mouthing Sally's dangling tits, while Martha sucked on his stiff pink
pecker. Tommy, who was getting his first lesson in cunt-lapping, worked his tongue
rapidly over Martha's clitoris.
"Mffff! Hey, careful down there!" Martha warned. "You're gonna make me cum if you
don't watch out."
"Sorry," Tommy murmured, backing off a little.
"Ahhhh!" Bobby's thumb went up Sally's ass to the knuckle and she collapsed on
Richard, who squirmed free.
"Oooof!"
"Oh, Jesus! Stick it all the way up in the re! Oh, yeah! Uhhh! Now, wiggle it... Ohh,
God!"
Bobby's rosy-headed dong twitched spasmodically as he watched his thumb burrowing
in and out of Sally's rubbery-rimmed orifice. If she digs that, he thought, she'd probably
really dig getting fucked in the ass. He came forward on his knees and as he popped his
thumb out of the snug opening, deftly replaced it with his finger-size prick.
"Ahhhggg!"
"What are you doing?" Martha asked, looking up from her younger son's genitals.
"Bobby!"
The older boy hunched over the redhead's plump, freckled buttocks, driving his piston
in and out of her tight, twitching hole.
"Bobby, you stop that!" Martha commanded. "You know we don't want to cum yet! Get
your prick out of there right now!"
"Aw, Mom," Bobby whined, coming to rest with his pelvis against Sally's ass. "She
wants it." "Mmmmmm!" Sally's hips collapsed to the mattress, and Bobby pulled
himself up over her in order to keep his organ buried in her grasping tunnel.
"I don't care!" Martha snapped, fondling Richard's tiny tuber. "You pull that out of
there right now. Besides, I want to suck it a while before you shoot."
Reluctantly, Bobby withdrew and sat back on the bed looking at Sally's big ass. The
redhead lay still for a moment, then turned over and looked up at Richard.
"Can I play with you while your mommy plays with Bobby?" she asked.
Tommy lifted his head from Martha's crotch. "What about me?" he complained.
"C'mere." Sally wiggled her finger at him. "I can handle both of you at the same time."
Richard looked dubious, but moved over to Sally and proudly presented his three-inch
cock for her inspection. Tommy crawled out from between Martha's legs and
approached his mother from the opposite side. Bobby had moved up beside his mother
and laid down on his back, and Martha now straddled him, offering her wet crack to
his lips while she prepared to slide her own down the length of his upright cock.
"This is called sixty-nine, boys – in case you didn't know already," Martha said
smoothly. All three boys giggled.
"We knew, Mom," Bobby assured her, giving her twat a gentle lick with the tip of his
tongue.
"Oh, I – Ooooh!!" God! That kid really knows how to make an old gal feel young
again!
"Now, both of you get down here where I can lick you at the same time," Sally
instructed Richard and Tommy. She took hold of both boys' pricks and tugged at them
until they were poised head-to-head over her mouth. "Ahhh! Good."
The boys grinned at each other as Sally began to jack their foreskins simultaneously
while licking the heads of their pricks.
"If I shoot I'll get it all over Tommy," Richard said, giggling.
"Aaaaakk!" said Tommy, making a face.
"You just tell me... if you get to feeling like... you're going to," Sally told him. "I'll...
take care of it. Mmmmm..."
Martha's head was bobbing up and down over Bobby's hips and his tongue was
plugged into her hole. "P-p-play with my – mmmmuh! – asshole, too!" she gasped
between slurping swoops to the root of his organ.
"Now, you stop that, Martha!" Sally called, tickling her two playmates' nuts. "You
wouldn't let Bobby bring me off, so you can't have it yet either!"
"Ohh... but it's... so good!" Martha moaned. "I... don't th-think – mmmuh-guh! – I
can..." "Just stop!" Sally ordered. "Stop it right now!" "Oh, Jesus!" Martha moaned. "I
guess you'd... better, uh, ease off, honey." Shit! Just when I was on the verge of –
Her older son pulled his tongue from her slot but continued to massage her anus with
the tip of ms forefinger.
"You'd, uh... ooooh!... better stop – aahhh! – that, too, dear!"
"Aww, shit, Mom! What can I do, then?"
"C'mon. Turn over and just let me play with your butt for a while. Okay?"
"Yeah! That's something I want to try too," Sally enthused, remembering what Martha
had told her about sticking her tongue up her sons' buttholes. "Now, Richard, you get
up here over me... No, facing that way. There. And Tommy, you face Richard and put
your prick here between my tits... See, if I sorta hold my arms like Ms... they make a
nice snug place that'll keep it plenty warm."
Tommy sat astraddle his mother's ribcage and inserted his skinny cock into her
cleavage. "Hey, this is neat!" he exclaimed, working his pecker back and forth slightly
in the smooth crevice formed by her mountainous, freckle-spattered breasts. "Groovy!"
"Mmmmm! Feels nice to me, too," Sally murmured.
"Hey! Your nipples are gettin' hard again! I guess I can't get down to suck 'em, but
could I use my fingers to...?" He began to tweak and tickle both swollen protuberances.
"Mmmmmm!" Sally answered, quivering and squirming. "Feel free! And, Richard, you
slide ; your knees out a little farther so I can... Yeah! That's it!"
The big redhead brought her hands up between Richard's thighs and gently pried his
buttocks apart. At the same moment, Martha was busy I getting into position over
Bobby's butt, so that simultaneously the two women began lapping at the brothers'
wrinkly-rimmed anal rosebuds.
"Eeeee!" they shrilled in unison. "Ahhhh! ! Aaaahh!"
Tommy continued to roll Sally's erect nipples about between his thumbs and forefingers
while he shuttled his cock up and down between her abundant boobs. Richard's tiny
pecker stood stiffly before his lean belly, its head also nestled in Sally's cleavage, up near
the top.
"Mmmmm!" Bobby sighed as his mother wormed the tip of her tongue up into his
rectal i opening. "Ohhh, that's good!"
Martha massaged his firm buttocks with her fingers while she probed deeper with her
tongue. She was staring down between her son's thighs at his cute little nuts in their
wrinkly sack, and the sight was turning her on powerfully. Jesus! she thought. I'll bet I
could cum just doing this! don't know why it is these kids get me so damn hot!
Mmmmm! This is better'n any man or any dog I've ever had, Sally was thinking as she
shoved her tongue up Richard's asshole. He's got such a beautiful little butt... and the
way he keeps wriggling...
Jesus! Mrs. Thompson's sure got big tits, Richard was thinking as he looked down at
the twin mountains of freckly flesh between which his prick was nestling. And it sure
makes her nipples bulge and get dark when Tommy plays with 'em like that!
The younger boy reached down and began massaging the inner slopes of Sally's boob
masses, just above where they met in the tight crease that encased his friend's prick and
the head of his own. It felt to Sally as though a thousand tiny fingers were working over
her tits, prying, pulling, pressing the sensitive flesh until she could hardly stand the
sensations that were being telegraphed to her cunt.
"Ooooh, yum!" she sighed, pulling her tongue from Richard's ass. "I want to try that
with Tommy now. Would you like to do what he's been doing, Richard?"
Immediately, Richard dismounted and waited for the older boy to take his position. The
thought of putting his whole prick up between those huge tits appealed to him, and he
looked over to see what his mother and brother were doing, hoping they were able to
watch.
Martha had pulled Bobby's thighs apart so that she could work her tongue down to lap
at his balls. Her ass was even with his waist now, and she was practically standing on
her head.
"Mmmmm!" Bobby groaned.
Richard climbed onto Sally's ribs as Tommy took his place over his mother's face. Sally
waited until her son was settled, then reached up and began fondling his buttocks,
working the taut flesh with her fingertips. Then gently she began prying the cheeks
apart, looking through glazed eyes up at his tiny, wrinkly-rimmed shithole. She felt
Richard forcing his diminutive dong up between her breasts.
"Your cock's nice and warm," she told him, and he grabbed hold of her nipples as he
began increasing the tempo of his strokes. "Get a little closer now, honey," she
instructed Tommy. "Here it comes."
Sally licked tentatively around her son's asshole, then on an impulse stuck her tongue
right up the hole.
"Aahhhhh!" Tommy cried, pushing his knees further apart to give his mother better
access. "J-Jesus!!"
"Good, ain't it?" Richard inquired, smiling at the older boy.
"Yeah! Wow!" Tommy's hands came down to rest atop his mother's cleavage. "I'll bet I
could cum, if she... uh!... did it for very long. It... uh!... feels like... Agghhh!"
"Maybe we'll... find out," Sally said between spearing plunges of her tongue. "Hey,
Martha!" She turned to look toward her friend, whose big white ass was uppermost.
Bobby was running his right forefinger up and down the crack, and occasionally
pushing inward teasingly.
"Hmmmmffff?" came a sound from between his thighs. Martha had pulled his knees up
and was barely able to reach his asshole with her tongue's tip.
"Can't we do it now?" Sally asked. "I don't think I can hold out much longer without
busting a few arteries!"
"Mmmmm! I think you're right," Martha gasped, raising her head. "I can't last much
longer either."
Tommy sat back on the pillow above his mother's head and watched Richard, who
continued to pump his piston in and out between Sally's breasts. "I think you'd better
stop now, honey," she told him, eyeing his flushed face. "You're gonna shoot your load
in there if you don't."
Richard's hips ground to a halt and he looked through half-closed eyes down at Sally's
bountiful chest. "You sure have got neat tits!" he sighed.
"Why, thanks!" Sally replied, laughing. "I like your prick, too."
The eleven-year-old smiled and pulled his three inches out, looking down at it
doubtfully. "It ain't very long," he admitted. "Bobby's and Tommy's are a lot bigger, I
guess."
"I like it just the way it is," Martha assured him, crawling across the bed to take her
son's prick in her hand. "And I want you to stick it up inside me, too."
"What about mine?" Bobby asked.
"Ohhhh, I was thinking maybe Sally'd like to try a sandwich," Martha said
mischievously. "I have you two boys all the time, and she's only got one Tommy, so
why don't we-"
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Sally said enthusiastically. "Now, lemme see. I think I'd like
it with two pickles, and... and lots of nice, hot horseradish..."
"She doesn't mean a food sandwich," Richard said wisely.
"I know, dear," Sally answered, giggling. "She means one of you boys is going to fuck
me in the ass, and the other one in the cunt. That's two pickles, isn't it? And then when
you cum-" "Yeah!" Richard interrupted again. "Right together, like we did Friday with
Mom!"
Sally looked at Martha and raised an eyebrow. "You didn't tell me about that," she
chided.
"Well, I don't have to report to you on everything, do I?" Martha growled in mock
indignation. "A lady's entitled to a few secrets!" Sally giggled, making her big tits jiggle
and jounce. "So I get Bobby and Tommy, huh?" she said.
"Right," Martha answered. "You can have Bobby this time. I get him back next time,
though."
"When'll that be?"
"This afternoon, I hope. We'll have to give our little lovers lots of rest and feed them
plenty of nutritious food, and-"
"Hamburgers! " Richard chimed in emphatically. "That'll make us strong and... strong
and-" "Virile," Martha supplied.
"Yeah, that's what!" Richard bounced across the bed and into his mother's arms. "So
can I fuck you now?"
Martha laughed as she settled him on her lap. "You sure can." She began fondling his
pink prick while he leaned down to peck at her turgid, puckery brown nipples.
"C'mon, you two," Sally said. "Let's get busy building that sandwich; okay?"
"I get the bottom!" Bobby cried, flinging himself back on the mattress beside the
neighbor woman. That way I can get a good view of those big titties wobbling and
jumping, he was thinking.
"Yeah," Tommy agreed. "'Cause Mom wants it to be me that fucks her in the ass. Right,
Mom?" Nodding, Sally climbed onto Bobby's hips and brought her red-haired cunt
down to within an inch of his prickhead. Then she lifted her arms above her head and
set her tits bobbing with a sharp twist of her shoulders. "Wanta fuck me, baby?" she
challenged huskily.
"Sally, you shoulda been a strip dancer," Martha exclaimed, eyeing the redhead's
enormous bosom.
"I was, for a while before I got married," Sally confessed.
"Really?! But... you never told me!"
"Well, like you say, a lady's gotta keep a few things secret. I mean, what would the
neighbors think!"
Both women laughed easily, and Sally was still chuckling as she sank down until
Bobby's cockhead was nestled snugly in her slot.
"Mmmmm! Now, Tommy, you get behind me, but wait till I've got Bobby all the way
in. Then I guess you'll know what to do."
Tommy did as instructed, watching his mother's ass work its way lower and lower, till
Bobby's nuts were in contact with the rear of her fuzz-lined crack.
"Urrrh! Now, I'll... just bend forward a little..." Sally leaned, letting her big breasts settle
onto Bobby's chest. "... and you plug in back there."
The red-haired youngster used both hands to aim his rigid cock, poking its tip against
his mother's anus. "Boy, it sure looks tight," he murmured dubiously. "How'm I
gonna-?"
"Now, don't worry," Sally assured him. "I'll help. You just start shoving."
"Nnnnhh!"
"Oooohhh! Yeah! That's the way! More!"
"Nnhhh!"
"Mmmm! Keep it up!"
"Uh-uhn!"
"Ahhhh!"
"I...think it's in!"
"Oooooh, it sure is"
"Uhhhnnn-uh! Gooood"
"Wheee! Okay, boys... careful, now," Sally wheezed, beginning to pump her ass up and
down, slowly at first, then a little bit faster, propping herself up on her arms so Bobby
could play with her boobs. "Aahhh!" she sighed. "That... sure... ahh!... is... ooh!... great!"
Martha, meanwhile, had rolled over and stuck her ass up in the air again so Richard
could screw her from behind. "That's the way!" she was telling him. "Yeah! Now, try it
in my ass!"
As he moved to switch holes, she watched Sally's tits bobble and bounce, watched
Bobby watching them, and saw Tommy's long, thin pecker appear, then disappear again
in Sally's vast, freckle-sprinkled butt.
"Ohhhh! Jesus!" Martha gasped gladly as Richard rammed his little rod into her
butthole to the root, then rapidly pistoned in and out a few times. "Oh, fuck me, baby!"
she cried. "Fuck! Fuck! F-f-fuck!"
Sally's movements were getting faster, and the two boys attached to her jolted their hips
forward in time with her spasming contortions. "Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "I ain't...
gonna... ahh!... last... oohhh!... much longer!"
"Me either," Martha panted. And then Richard collapsed onto her back, sharp bursts of
cum spurting through his prick and into her rectum.
"Uhn! Uuuuhhn!" he grunted, trembling violently between explosive jabs of his hips
against her buttocks.
The feel of him plastered and squirming against her brought Martha to the summit in a
rush.
"Aaassssshhhhhh!" she moaned. "Tssssss!"
"Ohh... ah!... look!" Sally cried, and the older boys craned their necks to watch Richard
and Martha.
"Ahhhhh!" Sally's cunt contracted in grasping ripples on Bobby's prick as she too
reached her peak.
"Uhhn" Bobby grunted, shooting big wads of cum up her hole. "Uhn! Uhn!
Uhnnnnggh!"
And at the same time, Tommy's load jetted up her shit chute. "Ahhggg! Ahn! Ahhhnnuhhn!"
"OooOOOOOMMMMH!"


Chapter 12

"Don't you think we ought to tell Alice and Mary about the boys?" Sally asked, toying
with Bobby's cock. All five of them were reclining on Martha's bed, resting up.
"They'll want some too, then," Martha answered, frowning. "I mean, they're nice
enough, but..."
"Heck, I'd be willing to let them play around with Tommy sometimes," Sally said
agreeably. "We don't have to be selfish about our good fortune, do we?"
"Hmmm. I don't know." Martha frowned thoughtfully. "How do you boys feel about
the idea?"
The three boys looked at one another. "Gee, Mom, that'd be really something," Bobby
said enthusiastically, idly pinching Sally's nipple. "'Course, there'd be an extra lady,
then."
"I'm sure we could figure something out for the extra lady," Sally told him, giggling.
"For instance, one of you could eat her while you were fucking somebody else."
"Wow! That'd really be neat!" Richard said, wiggling his finger in his mother's cunt. "I
get to do that first; okay?"
"I want to!" Tommy protested, inserting his thumb in Sally's slot and swizzling his
forefinger around in her asshole.
"Eeek! Now, stop that, you nasty boy!" Sally squirmed and made a face at her son. "You
want to make me cum all over Martha's nice clean bed?" Tommy giggled. "It ain't such
a clean bed any more," he said. "We got it pretty gooey, in fact." "Yeah, I suppose
you're right," Sally conceded. "Anyway, what say, Martha? Can we invite them over
some day soon?"
"Oh, I guess so," Martha answered, closing her eyes and reveling in the erotic feelings
radiating from her slimy crotch.
"Good. How 'bout this afternoon?"
"This afternoon??"
"Sure. The boys should be rarin' to go again by then, and I'm sure Alice and Mary
would rather do this than borrow Ludwig again."
"Borrow Ludwig?" Bobby repeated incredulously. "They've borrowed Ludwig? I
wondered why I didn't see him around much over the weekend."
Sally laughed. "Didn't your mother tell you? She loaned him to me, and then Alice and
Mary decided they'd like to use him too. He's one damn fine stud, as I'm sure they'd
tell you too."
"Jesus!" Bobby sighed. "And I thought..." "You thought what?" Martha asked,
something in his tone alerting her. She opened her eyes and looked searchingly into her
older son's face.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that-"
"Robert, tell me."
"Well... You see, Freda's sort of that kind of dog too. I mean..."
"Freda? Freda's what kind of dog?"
"She likes to... uh... screw around. Lick you, and have you-"
"She does?" Martha sat up, staring in astonishment. "Bobby, do you mean you boys
were...? Jesus Christ!"
"Well, you were doing it with Ludwig, weren't you?" Bobby countered defensively.
"Yes, but... Jesus! I had it in my head that you boys were so innocent and all... that you
didn't know a thing about sex... and here you were fucking that poor dog!"
"She likes it! " Bobby insisted. "And besides, she started it!!"
"Now, just how could Freda start it?" Martha asked, putting her hands on her bare hips.
"You sure look funny," Sally interjected, giggling, "sitting there stark naked and acting
like some prosecuting attorney or something."
Embarrassed, Martha lay back on the pillow. "How did she start it?" she asked Bobby
again, this time with controlled calm.
"Well, she started in licking us, like I said, and... well, it felt good, and one thing sorta
led to another, and-"
"I see. Well, I suppose dogs will be dogs," Martha said, beginning to laugh.
"Hey, what's that noise I've been hearing?" Sally asked suddenly.
"What noise?" Martha sat up, looking worried. "I don't hear anything. You're always
hearing things, Sally."
"Yeah. Last time it was a car. And you didn't believe me; remember?"
Grimacing, Martha swung her legs off the bed, rose and went over to the window.
"Uh-uh. Sounds more like it's something out there in the hall," Sally said in a whisper.
"Oh, good God!" Martha moaned. "Get dressed, everybody! Quick! I hear it too, now."
For a long, tense moment, all five scurried madly about, retrieving their scattered
clothing and slipping into it.
"Shhhh!" Martha hissed. And when everyone was dressed, she cautioned them, "Now,
stay quiet. I'm going to peek out and see what it is."
Cautiously, she opened the door a crack and peered into the hallway through the
narrow slit. A second later she began to laugh. "Come look." she called, swinging the
door open wide.
The three boys and Sally hurried over to where Martha stood and looked out. Then
they all began to laugh. In the hall stood Freda, and atop her back, humping vigorously
away, was Ludwig, oblivious to all the attention.
"I guess you're right, Martha," Sally said, giggling.
"What's that?" Martha asked curiously.
"Dogs will be dogs."


THE END
