The Grocery Boy's Luck
by Erika Norman


FOREWORD 

Throughout history the ugly girl has always been at a disadvantage, but 
never more so than now, in modern America, where beautiful girls seem to 
abound. Cosmetics, hair styling, and attractive clothing can make an 
ordinary girl look beautiful-hence the incredible number of American 
"beauties"-but for the truly ugly girl they can do nothing. Such a girl, no 
matter how intelligent, friendly, and eager to please, spends her life being 
brushed aside in favor of women who are selfish, ignorant, even 
disagreeable-but beautiful. The sorrow and frustration of the ugly girl can 
well be imagined. Our novel, The Grocery Boy's Luck, concerns such a girl 
and represents an attempt to see the world from her lonely vantage point. 

Our heroine Polly Perkins is a genuinely ugly girl, but she finally does 
something about it. After thirty-two years of suffering, Polly obtains 
cosmetic surgery which makes her very attractive, only to present her with 
greater problems than before! In spite of her newly acquired beauty, Polly 
retains her old personality. New and unaccustomed male attention terrifies 
her, for she cannot get over her old feelings of unworthiness and 
inferiority. Concerning the so-called "inferiority complex," Sigmund Freud 
wrote in his New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis: 

"To trace it back to the perception in oneself of some organic disability or 
other ... seems to us a short-sighted error. The sense of inferiority has a 
strong erotic basis. The child feels itself inferior when it perceives that 
it is not loved, and so does the adult as well. ... The major part of the 
sense of inferiority springs from the relationship of the ego to its 
super-ego, and, like the sense of guilt, it is an expression of the tension 
between them." 

In other words, Polly's sense of inferiority stems less from her former 
ugliness than from her feeling of being unloved-although this feeling, one 
may reasonably argue, must have been caused in part by being physically 
unattractive. In any case, in spite of her achievement of beauty, Polly is 
afraid to respond to adult male attentions. She feels secure only with a 
male who is not threatening, and hence she makes the drastic error of 
beginning an affair with a mere boy of fourteen. Far from being the innocent 
child Polly imagines him to be, her lover Mickey displays depths of 
sensuality and sexual inventiveness which astonish and dismay his much older 
mistress. 

Confused, but unwillingly led on by her own starved sexual needs, Polly 
wishes to end the liaison, especially when Mickey begins to include his 
young friends and even his dog in their meetings. But she doesn't know how 
to make the break. Polly seems doomed to even greater degradation and 
unhappiness, when, by a great stroke of fortune, her plight is discovered 
and resolved by a man gentle and understanding enough to win her confidence. 
Thus our unthinking worship of physical beauty nearly results in tragedy for 
a basically good woman whose only wish is to love and be loved. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

All over the city lonely career girls, sitting solitary in their apartments, 
were watching Marcus Welby on the boob tube. Some were eating late TV 
dinners, some where knitting or crocheting, and some were applying Kleenex 
to wipe away a few sentimental tears as they followed the kindly old doctor 
on his rounds of mercy. All except Polly Perkins. Polly thought Marcus Welby 
was pure drivel, besides she had a much better show to watch, a veritable 
feast of erotica which would never appear on the small screen. 

Polly sat in complete darkness before the large picture window of her single 
room, gazing across at the next apartment building, which was separated from 
hers only by a narrow alley. Directly across the way lived a newly married 
couple who never remembered to draw their drapes. The husband, Polly 
surmised, worked some kind of swing shift, for he never got home until 
nine-thirty at night. Then the show began. Too horny even to eat or have a 
beer first, the young man would grab his excited bride and begin making love 
to her. His need was so urgent that they never reached the bedroom, instead 
doing it on the couch or on the thickly carpeted living room floor. And 
Polly, hidden in the shadows across the way, would watch it all. With a show 
like this, she thought wistfully, who needs television? 

It had been going on for almost three months now, and Polly had developed a 
kind of ritual for viewing it. Shortly after nine, she would put on her 
nightgown and stroll around her living room brushing her hair and yawning, 
as if about to retire. This was to fool the young wife, who sometimes 
glanced into Polly's window, too. Polly wanted to lull the girl's 
suspicions, to make sure she never became self-conscious enough to close the 
living room drapes. Just before the husband was due home, Polly would crawl 
into her studio couch-bed and turn off the light, leaving her apartment in 
total darkness, giving the impression that she'd gone to sleep. Then she 
would hurry to the big comfortable lounging chair which she had moved 
directly before the picture window. And there, smoking a cigarette and 
sipping a drink, she would watch the show across the way. 

Tonight was especially good. The young husband was a few minutes late, and 
the girl was getting anxious, pacing back and forth in the living room and 
wringing her hands. She always dressed seductively for his arrival, 
switching from jeans and shirt and hair rollers to sheer sexy nightgown with 
nothing underneath, brushing out her long blonde hair and letting it hang 
freely down her back. She had a pretty little figure, and tonight she looked 
particularly delectable. When her husband was more than five minutes late, 
however, the young bride seemed close to tears. 

Then he walked in, and the girl flew into his arms. Polly could see her lips 
moving rapidly as she questioned him: why was he late, was he all right? The 
handsome young man grinned and produced a large bouquet of red roses from 
behind his back. Stopped at the florist's on his way home from work, thought 
Polly, how sweet. The girl was delighted. She kissed him, ran to put the 
flowers in a vase. Her husband watched her with an expression of undisguised 
lust, and he began taking off his clothes, dropping them in a disorderly 
pile right there in the living room. 

Polly licked her lips as she watched him strip. He had a magnificent body, 
with broad shoulders, well-defined muscles, and golden matted hair on his 
chest, arms and legs. Obviously he did some kind of strenuous work which 
kept him in shape. As the girl returned from the kitchen with the vase of 
roses, she eyed his body and blushed deeply, but not with embarrassment or 
timidity. In her supposed privacy, she did not disguise her horniness, and 
the blush was a sign of her hot arousal. She set the flowers on a small 
table, then walked over to her naked grinning husband, knelt in front of 
him, and adoringly touched his white semi-erect cock. 

Polly squirmed a little in her chair, becoming excited, too, as she watched 
her young neighbors. Although it never failed to thrill her, the sight also 
disturbed her, and she felt her body tensing with sexual arousal and with 
deep and growing envy of the young bride. Man, she thought, if I could just 
get at that stiff little dick of his! For though the husband was strong and 
virile enough, he wasn't particularly well hung. Polly hoped his wife would 
never have occasion to find that out. Right now she obviously thought her 
husband was the biggest stud in creation. And he looked plenty good enough 
to Polly, too. She felt herself salivating heavily as the pretty little wife 
lifted her husband's pale white penis to her lips and playfully darted out 
her pink tongue to lick and stimulate the naked glans. Polly wished she were 
in the girl's place, holding that warm pungent meat in her hands, licking 
and tasting it. She wished passionately that she was popping it greedily 
into her mouth as the girl was doing now. Polly sucked her cheeks in sharply 
and began to make loud wet noises in imitation of the young wife. Yes, that 
would be great.... 

The handsome husband stiffened, opened his mouth (no doubt to moan his 
pleasure), and then seized the girl's shoulders tightly to steady himself. 
He closed his eyes and smiled blissfully as she sucked his cock in swift, 
busy motions. Polly could see his golden-haired balls beginning to swell and 
stiffen, watched him begin to move his hips rhythmically, feeding his eager 
prick into his wife's juicy hot mouth. The girl meanwhile reached between 
his legs to cup and fondle his balls, then to tease his anus with 
mischievous little probes of her little finger. The young man flushed red 
with lust. 

Suddenly he said something to her, and she released his cock from her mouth, 
grinning wickedly. His meat was swollen and stiffly erect by now, and 
Polly's eyes widened as she stared at it. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give to 
have that adorable thing stuck into her! Envy engulfed her as she watched 
the husband swiftly kneel before his wife and pull off her sheer nightgown, 
uncovering her lovely little body. Polly thought with some haughtiness that 
the girl was nearly flat-chested, that her own big tits were much more 
exciting. But what the hell good did it do her? She wasn't getting any 
action! She frowned as the husband finished removing the nightgown and 
tossed it aside. The girl had very small round breasts with dark red 
nipples, which he now proceeded to tongue and suck. They knelt facing each 
other, the girl with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, her small 
mouth half-open in a grimace of pleasure. Polly could see the small dark 
fluffy patch of her mons, even the rapid panting of her belly. Then the 
husband eased the girl down onto her back, and she cast him a delirious look 
of anticipation, spreading her slim legs very wide, revealing the gleaming 
scarlet of her slit. 

Polly held her breath as she watched the young man kneel between the girl's 
outflung legs, seize his bloated cock, and push the tip out of sight between 
the hair-fringed entrance to her cunt. Both man and woman shivered 
convulsively. Then he sank onto her slim white body, seizing her small ass 
and jamming her hard against him as he effected complete penetration. The 
girl's mouth shot wide open as she groaned her delight, and then she was 
wrapping her legs tightly around his back as he began to hump her in swift 
brutal motions. He buried his flushed face against her neck, so that Polly 
couldn't see his expression, but the girl's pretty face was still in view, 
almost grotesque in its grimace of wild pleasure. 

Polly started as a huge gush of hot pussy juice steamed out from her cunt to 
wet her nightgown. God, she was horny! Really, maybe she should quit 
watching them do it, she always got so unbearably aroused. Yet she couldn't 
take her eyes from the scene. As she watched the writhing coupled bodies, 
she fumbled with the hem of her gown, raised the garment up over her belly, 
and slipped her hand between her legs, gently petting and rubbing her plump 
pulsing clit. 

"Ahhhhh," she moaned softly. Another flood of cunt juice warmed her probing 
fingers. 

The young couple across the way never took more than a few minutes to reach 
a mutual howling climax. Their need was too great, probably they'd been 
anticipating it all day. This was the only time that Polly could hear their 
voices. Even through two windows and the space of the alley, she could hear 
the girl's shrill bird-like cries, the young man's deep husky moaning as he 
shot his load into her, as her lovely little body shook and wriggled in her 
own sweet cumming. Then they lay together for a moment, sweaty and panting 
and fulfilled. When they had caught their breath, they would always kiss and 
laugh, then get up and head for the bathroom to clean up. That was the end 
of the show, for everything afterwards was dull and ordinary: dinner, TV, 
sleep. With a sigh, Polly went to close her drapes. Maybe the young couple 
didn't mind being watched, maybe they were oblivious to it, but Polly was 
always aware of the danger of Peeping Toms. 

Well, it was over for them, they'd gotten their satisfaction, but for Polly 
it was just beginning. Watching them do it, stimulating her own thirsty clit 
with busy fingers, she'd worked herself into a hot state of need. She knew 
she couldn't go to sleep until she did something about it, but, shit, what 
could she do? There was no man to take care of her, and there never would 
be. 

Bitterly Polly made her way to the bathroom, flicked on the light, and 
looked at herself in the mirror. God, I'm ugly, she thought. I'm 
grotesque.... 

Polly had a lush, voluptuous body, but no one ever noticed it. Their 
attention was inexorably drawn to her face. The dark bushy eyebrows meeting 
in a sinister line over her nose. The nose itself, enormous and beaky and 
crooked. The thin lips drawn back over the crooked protruding teeth. Even 
Polly, who was used to the sight, couldn't look at it very long without 
drawing away in disgust. She knew what people thought, for they often 
whispered or even spoke aloud when they thought she couldn't hear them: she 
was incredibly, classically ugly. A horse, a witch, a rodent ... she had 
heard herself compared to all of these and worse. Nature had not been kind 
to Polly, not from the neck up. Her unfortunate face doomed her to ridicule 
and loneliness. 

Polly looked at herself for perhaps a minute, then sighed and turned away. 
She looked down at her large beautifully shaped breasts, her narrow waist, 
curving hips, and long shapely legs. She had plenty going for her, she 
thought bitterly, if anybody would bother to look. But naturally all they 
saw was her face, and that was enough to stop even the horniest of men. 

All but one. 

Polly Perkins was thirty-two years old and had been fucked only once in her 
whole life. It was a delicious memory to her, long and vivid, and she 
couldn't help dredging it up whenever she needed a man. Once, only once, had 
she had a man, and she knew it would never happen again. But at least she 
could relive that moment, even play the scene again with the aid of her 
imagination and her own willing hands. Now she switched off the bathroom 
light and was instantly transported back in time to five years ago, when it 
had happened to her. She hurried to her bed, lay down, and drew her 
nightgown up around her waist, anxious to play out her memories. She had to 
satisfy herself somehow. Her eager fingers fluttered over the sensitive pulp 
of her hot creamy labia, tweaked and caressed her hungry clit, poked 
mischievously and tantalizingly at the drooling mouth of her cunt. Yes, she 
would pretend it was all happening again . ... 

It had been pitch black, that explained everything. Polly was walking home 
from work, a dangerous and foolish thing to do in the city, but she'd had no 
choice. Her boss had kept her late to do some urgent typing, she'd missed 
the last bus, and she'd stupidly left her money at home, so she didn't have 
taxi fare. She decided to risk the walk, rather than call a girl friend to 
come pick her up; no point in disturbing anyone, it was only a matter of 
twenty blocks. But Polly was not used to walking, and her high heeled shoes 
began to hurt her before she'd gone half a mile. She decided to take a short 
cut through the park. She knew it was full of drunks and muggers and 
perverts, but she trusted to her strength and her ability to scream. She had 
no money to steal, and as for rape, she thought cynically, all he'd have to 
do is look at my face, that'd stop him. 

She entered the park, walked perhaps half a block, and knew she had made a 
mistake. There was no moon, the stars were blotted out by a mixture of 
clouds and smog, and the park lacked adequate lighting. (Two years later, 
when a teenage girl was raped and murdered in the park, public outrage led 
to the purchase of arc lights, a little too late for the hundreds of people 
who had already been robbed, beaten up, and sexually molested there.) Polly 
could hardly see the sidewalk under her feet, and ahead of her the trees and 
bushes grew even thicker. Sore feet or not, she decided, she wasn't going 
through that park. She turned and made for the exit. 

The man sprang from the bushes just before she reached the gate. He was so 
quick and silent that she only dimly perceived his approach, wasn't even 
sure she'd seen movement until he grabbed her, one arm tight around her 
waist and one hand clapped over her mouth. He pulled her close against him, 
and she felt the hardness of his body, heard his ragged husky breathing. 
There was alcohol on his breath, but he did not stagger or lurch. 

"Look down," he whispered. "Look at my hand." 

Polly looked and saw the dimly shining switch blade clutched in the hand 
that held her waist. 

"You see that?" he hissed. 

She nodded, her blood going cold. She prayed he wouldn't kill her. Her life 
was not happy or exciting or rewarding, yet she clung to it. 

"All right," he said. "Now you're not gonna get hurt, I won't use that 
knife, if you just do what I say. You got that?" 

She nodded again, wondering if she dared bite his hand or try to struggle 
loose and run away. She decided not to try. She felt his chin butting the 
top of her head, which meant he was a very tall man, and she could feel the 
breadth of his shoulders, sense his enormous strength. She wouldn't stand a 
chance against him, especially when he held a knife. She decided to gamble 
that he was telling the truth, that he really wouldn't hurt her if she did 
what he wanted. But what did he want? 

He dragged her into a grove of trees where no one could see them, then 
removed his hand from her mouth and said, "You try to scream, you try to 
fight me, and you're dead. I don't want you to turn around and look at me, 
either. You just stand there like a good girl and let me do what I want, and 
you'll get out of this alive. You understand all that?" 

"Yes," squeaked Polly. She was certain now that she wouldn't try to fight 
him. Something about his urgent raspy voice convinced her that he was a 
violent, vicious man, not to be crossed. She only hoped he wasn't some nasty 
kind of pervert who wanted to do some unspeakable thing to her. It would be 
very hard to stand still for that. 

He ran his big rough hands over her breasts which, even under her coat, were 
stiff and swollen with her fright. "Nice," he murmured, "really great tits." 
Polly blushed at his language and at his lewd touch. "Take off your coat and 
blouse," he said. 

"Oh, God," whimpered Polly. 

"Do it!" he growled. 

She quickly obeyed, remembering the knife. The man himself removed her bra, 
and she felt the cool night air on the tender flesh of her breasts, then the 
callused heat of his hands as he cupped and fondled the heavy globes of 
flesh. "Real nice," he rasped. 

Polly felt a sudden and totally unexpected twinge of excitement. No man had 
ever fondled her tits before, and she liked it. Her nipples especially were' 
responsive to his caresses, sending electric jolts of arousal the whole 
length of her body, making her cunt puff and cream and grow hot with need. 
My God, she thought wonderingly, I want him to rape me! She knew it with 
shocking clarity. No man would ever make love to her under ordinary 
circumstances. This might be her only chance to find out what sex was like. 
She felt his crotch growing brutally hard against her buttocks, and again 
her pussy creamed violently. Yes, yes, she thought, let him do it to me! 

He began pushing her ahead of him, toward a fallen log. When they reached 
it, he whispered huskily, "Bend over. Rest your hands there." 

Polly obeyed, wondering at her own heart-pounding excitement. She nearly 
fainted as the man seized her skirt and flung it up over her head, then 
snatched her panties and swiftly tugged them down to her ankles. She felt 
his rough fingers exploring between her legs, investigating her pulpy 
wetness, discovering the trembling mouth of her vagina. Dear God, he was 
going to do it, he was going to fuck her, she was sure of it! 

"You just hold still, lady," he muttered, seizing her hips to steady 
himself. "Hold nice and still, and you won't get hurt." 

Polly stifled an hysterical laugh. Hell, she wasn't going to fight him now! 
She'd been waiting twenty-seven years for this moment! No man had ever 
looked at her before with anything but mocking contempt for her ugliness. 
Now at last she would discover how it was to be a woman, to be wanted by a 
man.... 

"OHHHH!" Polly gasped uncontrollably as he shoved the big stiff tip of his 
penis into her virgin cunt. 

"Christ, your pussy's tight," he panted. "But don't scream, don't make any 
noise, or I'll kill you!" 

Polly clamped her lips shut, stifling the sounds of her excitement as he 
pushed into her. His cock was very long and thick, the fit breathtakingly 
tight, but it didn't hurt her. Her own gushing readiness, and years of 
satisfying herself with her fingers, had widened her untried cunt just 
enough so that she could receive him without pain. She shivered with 
voluptuous excitement, gurgled happily in her throat, as she felt his 
coarse-haired testicles slide to rest against her thighs. 

"Ahhhhh, Jesus!" he moaned, breaking his own rule of silence. Then, after 
taking a deep ragged breath, he began to ball her, swiftly and hard, in the 
manner of a man who is indifferent to his partner and only seeks to relieve 
himself of aching lust. But Polly didn't mind his brutality. In fact she 
found herself enjoying it wildly, her cunt creaming heavily to ease his way, 
her hips beginning to move instinctively to the rhythm of his deep harsh 
strokes. If this was fucking, she thought dizzily, she could never get 
enough of it.... 

He worked harder and faster, gasping for breath, and she felt his palms 
growing sweaty on her naked hips. Then suddenly a wild beautiful explosion 
burst in the depths of her vagina, she could remain silent no longer. 

"Ohhhh, God, YES!" she wailed. "Do it to me, yes, yes! I need it, I love it! 
Ahhhhh!" 

The man laughed harshly, and then she felt his steaming cum jetting into her 
convulsing cunt, intensifying her own orgasm. Just as suddenly, he pulled 
out and let her fall gasping and panting to the wet grass. Vaguely she heard 
him pulling up his pants, running away through the park. For a long time she 
could only lie there, chilled and naked, glorying in the wonderful release 
she'd felt. Then she began to weep. She knew it would never happen again . 
... 

Now five years later Polly lay on her bed frigging herself furiously as she 
recalled that night. Three stiff fingers thrust deep into her greedy cunt 
imitated the brutal driving cock of the rapist, the one man who had ever 
fucked her-and only because he hadn't seen her face. 

"OHHHHH...." Her moan of climax was loud and hungry, but the orgasm itself 
was far from meeting her stored-up need. She needed a real cock. Oh, God, 
how she needed a man! But what man would have her? 

Polly got up and went to the bathroom to wash the pussy juices from her 
fingers. As she did so, she looked in the mirror again, not with distaste so 
much as exasperation. Her mother, an extremely inhibited God-fearing woman 
who had never felt a sexual impulse in her life, had always told Polly not 
to resent her own ugliness but to live with it. God had made her ugly for 
some good reason known only to Him. For a long time, Polly had accepted that 
explanation and had tried to be content with her restricted and lonely 
existence. But not any more. Somehow tonight was the last straw. She had 
watched the neighbor couple make love and had been forced to masturbate 
herself, but she could no longer endure these perverse substitutes for the 
real thing. 

She had several thousand dollars saved up for a car. Now she decided to use 
it instead for cosmetic surgery. Her mother would call it vanity. Polly 
called it survival. If there was anything to be done about her disaster of a 
face, she was going to do it. And after that, by God, she was going to get 
herself fucked silly . ... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Dizzily, dreamily, Polly woke from the anesthetic, only to discover terrible 
pain. She felt as if her face had been butchered, not beautified. Vaguely 
she saw young Dr. Todd hovering over her, close beside her bed. She started 
to feel her face, but he gently took her hand and moved it away. 

"Mustn't touch," he said and smiled. "The unveiling comes in a week. I 
promise you, Polly, you'll be delighted. It was a very successful operation. 
Now I just want you to rest and not worry." 

She nodded gingerly, wondering if he was telling the truth. She'd been 
skeptical since the first day she visited his office. Several of her girl 
friends who'd had nose jobs had recommended him enthusiastically, but to 
Polly he looked far too young and inexperienced. And with a face like hers 
... fixing a nose was one thing, but repairing a whole face was something 
else. She was prepared to have him turn her down as too difficult a job. 

On the contrary, he showed no hesitation at all when she stated her request. 
"I think we can meet your needs," he told her. "It's not as hard as you 
might imagine, just a matter of reducing the eyebrows and nose, replacing 
some teeth. When do you want to do it?" 

"Immediately, if not sooner," Polly said and laughed. She didn't share his 
optimism, but somehow she hoped. Any face was better than the one she had, 
any improvement would be welcome. And so she entrusted herself to the young 
doctor and went into the hospital a week later. 

An eternity seemed to pass, and finally it was the day for removing the 
bandages. Polly was out of pain now, impatient and restless. She was 
prepared for a slight improvement in her looks, ready to go back-to work and 
perhaps to a little better life. She was certainly not prepared for what she 
saw when Dr. Todd had taken off the dressing, smiled, and handed her a 
mirror. She accepted it, prepared for disappointment, and looked at herself. 
To her astonishment, she saw a beautiful stranger looking back at her. 

The bushy eyebrows had been permanently thinned and reduced in size, now 
arching gracefully over her wide brown eyes, making the eyes themselves look 
lovely. Her nose was slender, upturned, and perfectly shaped. The buck teeth 
were gone, replaced by straight small white caps which blended with her own 
and looked quite natural. Without the crooked front teeth, her mouth relaxed 
into an inviting bow, the lips full and vaguely smiling. Her long dark hair 
clouded around her face to create an impression of soft mystery. Yes, it was 
true, if unbelievable: Polly had become a beautiful woman. 

"My God," she breathed. 

Dr. Todd patted her shoulder. "Pretty nice, huh? If I do say so myself. 
Well, that's it, Polly. You're ready to go home as soon as we bring your 
clothes. Do you want me to call a taxi for you?" 

"No," sighed Polly, "thanks, but I think I'll walk." She was ashamed to 
admit it, but she wanted to be in public, to see how people, especially men, 
would react to her new face. Never again would they turn away snickering or 
repulsed.... 

Dressed and ready to leave the hospital, Polly found herself trembling with 
nervousness. She forced herself to walk calmly down the wide front steps of 
the hospital, to stroll casually in the direction of her apartment building, 
which was about a mile away. It was a lovely warm late spring day, and for a 
while she was very glad she'd decided to walk. Then the men started noticing 
her. 

"Hey, baby!" 

Polly whirled in surprise as she felt someone lay a hand on her shoulder, 
and she saw a leering young man behind her. She gawked at him, unable to 
believe he was actually approaching HER. 

"You doin' anything?" he said and grinned. " 'Cause if you aren't, we could 
go over to my place, and-" 

"No, thank you!" squeaked Polly, hurrying away from him, her heart pounding. 
She had seen many other girls subjected to blatant approaches on the street, 
but this was the first time it had happened to her. In a way she was pleased 
to be treated like a normal, pretty girl, but on the other hand she felt 
somehow defiled. 

She had gone no more than a block when another man suddenly stepped out of a 
doorway where he had been lounging and planted himself directly in front of 
her. As she swerved to walk around him, he reached out and grabbed her arm. 

"Say, beautiful," he remarked in an insinuating voice, "anybody ever tell 
you, you oughta be in the movies? No kidding, I mean it. I've got an uncle 
who knows a producer, and if you'll come with me- 

"Excuse me," said Polly, wrenching loose from his grasp, "I'm late for 
work." She hurried away, wondering what instinctive knowledge had made her 
spot the man for a phony. Perhaps it was all those years of watching other 
girls, normal girls, getting propositioned on the street. Certainly Polly 
had observed every kind of approach and had studied the girls' reactions. 
But the funny thing was, even though she herself had never been approached 
till now, she was shying away from it just as an experienced city girl would 
do. There was something about these men that naturally turned a girl off. 
What was it? 

Polly hurried on toward her apartment, going much faster now, but she was 
still unable to avoid the leering eyes and blatant remarks of dozens of men 
she passed on the street. Most of them merely looked over her body with 
undisguised lust, but many whistled, passed some lewd remark, or attempted 
to stop her. Perhaps she should have felt triumphant: at last she was 
getting the kind of male attention she had always craved. But, on the 
contrary, by the time she reached the lobby of her building, she was 
trembling with fright and indignation. She had not enjoyed the experience at 
all. No, she felt soiled and humiliated by these many animalistic 
solicitations to sex. 

Safe at last in her own room, she hurried to the bathroom and looked in the 
mirror for a more leisurely view of her new face. It was still there, just 
as beautiful as it had seemed in the hospital, but Polly's feelings about it 
had changed. When the bandages were first removed and she had examined her 
new appearance for the first time, she'd felt intense joy. Now she felt fear 
and worry. Her new face had doomed her to a lifetime of lewd approaches from 
strange males. She hadn't counted on that. Was her mother right, after all, 
in thinking that cosmetic surgery is nothing but vanity, a sin for which a 
girl must pay? Was Polly to pay, now, by being ogled, pinched, patted and 
leered at every time she went out? 

Polly sighed and went into the kitchen to find something to eat. Then she 
remembered-the refrigerator was empty. She had cleaned it out before going 
to the hospital, leaving nothing to spoil. So she would have to go out again 
and buy food. But she really didn't think she could face another ordeal just 
then. It was too new to her, she didn't know how to brush off all the 
determined horny men. She recalled a nearby grocery which delivered, and she 
telephoned and put in her order, then showered and dressed in a light 
comfortable caftan. 

She had just finished dressing when the doorbell rang, and she went to let 
in a young boy carrying two big bags of groceries. "Where do you want these, 
ma'am?" he asked pleasantly. 

"In the kitchen, please," said Polly. "You can't miss it, it's part of the 
living room." 

He turned his head and saw the kitchen table not three feet away. "Yeah," he 
said and chuckled, "I see what you mean." He set the bags down on the table 
and wiped his freckled forehead with the back of his hand. Already the day 
was becoming unseasonably warm, and the boy was sweating from his exertions. 

Polly took pity on him. He seemed awfully young for his work. "Look," she 
said kindly, "I have some ice, and if you've got a minute, I'll make some 
Koolaid. That would cool you off." 

"That'd be great," said the boy. "I'm really hot and thirsty." 

"So sit down," Polly said. "It'll just take a minute. Let's see, I've got 
grape and lime and cherry here-which would you like?" 

"Oh, gee, I don't care," he said, "as long as it's cold. You choose." 

As Polly made the Koolaid, she studied the boy. He was handsome, not pretty, 
in an ail-American way, with reddish tousled hair, fair skin with freckles, 
and impish green eyes. "Let me guess," she said. "You're twelve? Thirteen?" 

"Naw," he replied, "I'm fourteen. Guess I'm a little short for my age. But 
I'm strong." 

That was true. The boy was short but stocky, and his bare arms were well 
muscled, his legs looked sturdy under his tight jeans. He slouched in his 
chair in a slightly defiant manner, typical of a boy who'd grown up in a 
tough neighborhood and had had to work or fight for everything he wanted. 
Yet he was prepared to be friendly, too. He smiled and responded readily 
enough when Polly spoke to him. 

"It's afternoon yet. Why aren't you in school?" 

"You can get out early if you have a job," he explained. "I gotta work at 
the grocery a couple hours a day, since my Dad got laid off. Me an' all my 
brothers have to work." 

Polly nodded sympathetically. She somehow felt at ease in his presence, even 
though he was a male. Something about him distinguished him from the mashers 
on the street: was it his hairless face and body, his lack of interest in 
her as a sex object? Whatever it was, he had the body of a young man but not 
the manner, he did not intimidate her or make her feel frightened. She felt 
warm towards him. She felt free to run her eyes over his fresh young body, 
the broadening shoulders, the almost nonexistent hips, the tightly muscled 
legs and forearms-and his crotch. Somehow her eyes kept coming back to that 
mysterious little bulge. She wondered, briefly and wickedly, what his cock 
looked like. She knew from bathing her baby brother, years ago, that 
preadolescent boys had tiny pink little organs scarcely as big as her little 
finger. But this boy was a teenager, at least a young one. His genitals 
would be at a halfway stage between boy and man. She could hardly understand 
her sudden hot curiosity, but it was there, making her pussy grow warm and 
tingling. Feeling suddenly ashamed of herself, she took up the conversation 
again in order to turn her thoughts to something else. 

"By the way," she said, "my name's Polly Perkins. What's yours?" 

"Michael Green," he replied, "but I don't like to be called Michael. All my 
friends call me Mickey. When you call up to order your groceries from now 
on, ask for Mickey." 

"I will," she said and smiled. 

Polly put a generous amount of ice in a tall glass, poured in the Koolaid, 
and handed the glass to the boy, who took it gratefully. 

"Gee, thanks, Miss Perkins," he said. "This really hits the spot." 

"You're welcome," said Polly, her eyes darting again to the inviting little 
lump of his crotch. She realized with considerable surprise and shame that 
this boy was turning her on. Strange, she'd certainly felt no such response 
to the men on the street, even though some of them had been attractive 
enough. All she felt towards them was fear. But with this boy, Mickey, she 
felt safe. He wasn't a grown man, he couldn't hurt her. Yet that was just 
the point: he wasn't a man, he was only a child, so why should the sight of 
his body arouse her so sharply? 

"Let's go sit on the couch, Mickey," she purred. "We'll be more comfortable. 
Tell me, what grade are you in, and how do you like school?" 

She knew it was a dumb question, the kind children hate to be asked, but she 
couldn't think of anything else to say. And she had to say something, 
manufacture some small talk to cover her growing confusion and arousal. The 
boy followed her willingly enough and sat down at one end of the couch while 
Polly sat at the other. He told her briefly about his school experience, 
giving the impression that he was bored with education and wanted to get out 
into the real world as soon as possible. She could understand that. He 
looked like an active boy, not much interested in books and discipline. 

"And I suppose you're a secretary," he was saying. "I mean most of the 
ladies in this building are secretaries." 

"That's right," said Polly. "I work in an insurance office. Would you like 
more Koolaid, Mickey?" 

"Sure, if it's not too much trouble," he said and grinned. "I'd rather be 
sittin' here drinking Koolaid than be out in that sun." 

She smiled and took his glass for a refill. She asked herself, All right, 
Polly, what are you up to? Why was she keeping the boy here, drawing him 
away from his work? They had nothing in common, nothing to talk about, and 
there was even a large generation gap, since she was old enough to be his 
mother. With a deep blush, she knew: she wanted a man. Yet she feared adult 
men, could feel at ease only with this boy. It was ridiculous, ludicrous, 
she couldn't seduce a mere child! Shape up, Perkins, she ordered herself, 
leave the kid alone! 

But she seemed to have the devil in her today. As she returned and handed 
him his drink, she sat closer to him than before, and she heard herself 
saying in a low, warm voice, "Well, tell me, Mickey, do you have any girl 
friends?" 

He blushed slightly but replied readily enough, with affected nonchalance, 
"Oh, sure, lots of 'em." 

"Any particular one you like best?" asked Polly. 

Mickey frowned, thinking it over. "Naw, I guess not. Girls are pretty much 
the same, ain't they?" 

"Oh, I don't know," Polly said. "Some are nicer than others. Some are 
prettier than others." 

Suddenly the boy was staring at her and turning quite red. His voice came 
out a little croaky as he said, "Well, you sure are pretty, Miss Perkins! 
You're the most beautiful woman I ever saw!" 

Polly blushed, too. In her absorption with Mickey, she'd forgotten all about 
her new face. She supposed Mickey was developing a crush on her. And she 
could use that to her advantage. Pangs of conscience assailed her the moment 
she thought of it, but somehow she couldn't help herself. She forged ahead 
along her treacherous course. 

"Why, thank you, Mickey," she purred, moving a little closer to him and 
lightly touching his arm. "What a nice thing to say! I thought I'd appear 
just an old lady to a young person like you." 

"Oh, no, ma'am!" the boy said and gulped, reddening again. "You're really 
something! You're even prettier than a movie star, and-" His eyes, as if 
mesmerized, shifted to her enormous swollen breasts which dominated even the 
loose folds of her caftan. 

"Yes, Mickey?" she cooed. 

"Well, uh, I mean," he stammered, swallowing hard, "you, uh, sure got a 
great figure." 

Polly laughed softly. "How can you tell? This caftan is so baggy." 

Oh, lady, thought Mickey wistfully, I can tell, I can tell! Wasn't she aware 
that the loose flowing caftan was practically transparent? That he could see 
everything? Even the dark red nipples on those gorgeous big boobs? 

Mickey Green's nonchalant facade was rapidly breaking down. He'd been a 
grocery delivery boy for nearly a year now, and he'd seen a few sights, but 
he'd never lost his cool. Many times he'd delivered groceries to 
half-dressed young women, and he'd gotten an eyeful of bras and panties and 
legs, but all these girls were married or dating guys their own age, and so 
they'd shown no interest in him. On the other hand, he'd delivered to older 
women, real dogs, who'd had a little too much to drink and had tried to kiss 
him or paw him. It made him queasy, he didn't like it a bit, having those 
fat wrinkled old hags flirt with him. But his encounter with Polly was 
something utterly new and unexpected. She was not only beautiful and 
desirable, she was also coming on to him! Mickey couldn't believe his luck. 

Although he was only fourteen, he had been raised in a tough neighborhood 
and by now knew all the facts of life. What grated on him was that in spite 
of his knowledge, he was still a virgin. He and his best friends were all 
virgins, itching to try it, to get rid of their shameful innocence. But he'd 
never had the chance before. It was true, as he'd told Polly, that he had a 
few girl friends, but none of them permitted petting below the waist. And of 
course older women never looked at him, except those old drunks. He probably 
could have had one of them, but he didn't want them. He wanted a beautiful 
woman, someone like Polly.... 

Now he replied to her question, blushing and awkward, "Well, ma'am, the fact 
is, you can sort of see through that dress." 

Polly jumped to her feet, quite red in the face. She'd forgotten that the 
caftan was sheer, and, even worse, in her haste to get out of the shower, 
she hadn't put on any underwear. Oh, my God, the boy had seen everything! 
Even now he was gawking hungrily, eyeing her big white wobbling tits, the 
dark patch of her mons. 

"Oh, dear," she said in a small bewildered voice. She studied Mickey for 
signs of disgust or contempt-no doubt he thought her an old whore. But in 
fact the boy seemed as enthralled with her as ever, an almost abject, 
adoring expression on his freckled face. She saw that his crotch had swollen 
a little-or was it her imagination? The sight aroused her sharply. Again she 
wondered how his adolescent penis looked. Impulsively she stooped and seized 
the hem of her caftan, quickly pulling the garment off over her head. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"There," she said haughtily, "now you can see my body much better!" 

For a very long moment Mickey only gawked. He'd never seen a naked woman 
before, and the sight almost made his heart stop beating. Everything was so 
much bigger than he'd imagined. She was a tall woman, to begin with, several 
inches taller than he was, and her shapely legs seemed extremely long. Her 
forest of black pussy hair seemed immense and thick to him, her hips wide 
and fruitful, but what most drew his attention was her breasts, larger and 
fuller and more beautiful than in his wildest erotic fantasies. Jesus, how 
he wanted to touch them, to get a fistful of those big melons! He licked his 
lips, felt a hot stirring in his balls. He started to rise from the couch, 
then noticed the expression on her face. She looked stern and punishing. 
Yes, she was chiding him for having looked through her dress in the first 
place. This wasn't an invitation. 

"Golly, ma'am," said Mickey, hanging his head, "I'm sorry. I mean, I wasn't 
thinking. I just looked." And it was killing him not to look now! 

"Oh, so you just looked?" said Polly contemptuously. "Well, you might as 
well touch, too. That's what you want, isn't it? Come here, then. Touch me 
if you want to." 

Polly, too, was concealing her real feelings, her desperate lust for the 
boy. She wanted him, but she couldn't bring herself to come right out and 
say so-it would be too vulgar, too whorish. Instead she was using her 
authority as an adult to make him do what she wanted. The school-teacherish 
tone of voice was having just the desired effect, too, making the boy meek 
and obedient. Blushing, still hanging his head, he got up and walked to her, 
trembling, and stood before her as if awaiting her command. 

"Well," she snapped, "go ahead, touch me! You might as well get it out of 
your system." 

Mickey had his head lowered because he didn't want her to see the wondering 
ecstatic grin on his face. If she thought she was punishing him, she was 
full of shit! Or, rather, it was the greatest punishment he'd ever had! 
Okay, lady, he thought mischievously, if you want me to touch you, I'll 
touch you all right! Still keeping his face hidden from her, he reached out 
with sweaty hands and timidly cupped her enormous tits. The flesh was 
incredibly soft and yielding, the silkiest skin imaginable. Emboldened, 
sighing, Mickey held the big globes more firmly, then began caressing them. 

Polly felt a hot trickle of cunt juice trailing down her thigh. It was all 
she could do not to moan her pleasure aloud. The kid's hands were sweaty, a 
little grubby, and very clumsy, but she didn't care. Just the act of having 
her breasts fondled was enough to send her flying into hot need, to make her 
breath come in excited gasps. Oh, how she needed this! All her life she had 
wanted a man to find her desirable, to be able to look at her and want her 
and fumble hotly at her just as Mickey was doing now. So what if he was only 
fourteen? She needed him! All her shame and modesty vanished in her urgent 
desire for the boy. 

Mickey wonderingly rubbed her bumpy dark red nipples and watched them 
stiffen and swell at his touch. Christ, his friends would never believe 
this! He'd told them plenty of anecdotes before, about seeing beautiful 
chicks in their underwear, about being felt up by horny old dames-all of 
which was believable enough. But how could they credit a tale like this? How 
could they believe that a gorgeous older woman had allowed him to fondle her 
naked tits? 

"Ummmmmm," murmured Polly, unable to hold back her expression of pleasure 
any longer. 

Mickey glanced up at her wonderingly. What the hell was going on? He'd 
thought she was angry with him, but now she was smiling, her lovely face 
flushed with enjoyment. So she liked what he was doing! Great, he'd try 
something more! Kneeling quickly, he buried his face in the thick springy 
fur of her mons. He wasn't sure just what obscure impulse led him to do it, 
but he liked it. She smelled of soap and bath powder and something else, a 
faint musky feminine scent of sex which the boy instinctively identified. 
Again he felt the hot tingling in his balls. Drawing back a little, he 
gently opened the furry lips of her mons and discovered the bright red 
twitching bump of her clit. He had no idea what it was. He'd never looked at 
a girl's parts before. But he reached out and touched the tiny nub of flesh, 
rubbing it experimentally. 

"Ohhhhh!" gasped Polly, her body wracked with delicious sensations. Her cunt 
boiled out its juices, her body flushed with hot need. 

Mickey drew back in surprise. "Oh, gee," he stammered, "did I hurt you?" 

"No, darling," purred Polly, trying to control her heavy breathing. "It's 
all right, I liked it. But I'll tell you what, why don't you take off your 
clothes, so I can touch you, too?" 

Mickey gawked at her, scarcely believing his ears. It was the invitation 
he'd dreamed of, the scene he'd fantasized night after night in bed while 
jerking off. Always he daydreamed of a beautiful older woman inviting him to 
fuck her, to lose his virginity with her. Could it really be coming true? 
Well, she hadn't actually said they'd make it, she'd only promised some 
touching, but that was good enough for him. He knew he should be getting 
back to the store, that his boss would be furious, but it didn't seem 
important. Opportunities like this came once in a lifetime, and he wasn't 
going to pass up this one. 

Quickly, fumblingly, Mickey struggled out of his clothes, unwilling to take 
his eyes off Polly's voluptuous body even for a second. He was almost afraid 
she might vanish, that this was only a dream. Polly watched him just as 
intently. She could hardly wait to see the boy naked, to satisfy her wicked 
curiosity about his young cock. As he removed his jeans and shirt, she saw 
that his body was quite smooth and hairless, having the burgeoning shape of 
the adult but none of the brutal coarseness that frightened her. No, he was 
smooth and pink and pure, delightful to look at. She ached to touch him. 
Then as he fumbled out of his shorts, she salivated heavily and glued her 
eyes to his crotch. Her cunt contracted sharply and gushed out more juices 
as his young genitals came into view. 

His prick was perhaps four inches long and rather thin, his testicles rosy 
little limp bags. Polly cared nothing about size; what fascinated and 
attracted her was the purity of it all, the hairlessness, the pale white of 
his flesh. Tiny blue veins traced a faint pattern the whole length of his 
small shaft, and the tip was a quaint little wrinkle of white flesh. Mickey 
kicked away his shorts and stood before her blushing but eager. With a moan 
of lust, Polly dropped to her knees before him and timidly picked up his 
limp little penis. 

She had never touched a man's genitals before. She hadn't even seen them 
except in a few movies. Now she couldn't help gawking as she laid the tender 
little finger of flesh in her palm and gently petted it. It was very soft 
and warm and smooth, yet the pressure of her exploring finger detected a 
firm core inside. The wrinkled foreskin yielded easily to her touch, 
slipping back to reveal a bright red moist head with a tiny dark hole at its 
tip. Polly thought she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She 
wanted to touch him everywhere at once. She moved her hands in eager 
fluttering motions over his hot saggy little balls, between his trim legs, 
over the bumpy surface of his anal mouth. But what attracted her most was 
his floppy little white penis. She returned to it now, lifting it almost 
reverently to her mouth, flicking out her tongue to taste the cherry red 
flesh of the glans. She recalled watching the neighbor girl do this to her 
husband, remembered how many nights she's longed to do the same thing. At 
last it was happening! With a sigh of lust and excitement, Polly fastened 
her hot lips around Mickey's limp little tool and drew it slowly into her 
wet slick mouth. 

Mickey gasped and clutched her shoulders to support himself in his sudden 
dizzying pleasure. Vaguely he recalled overhearing something his older 
brother had said about this practice. Brian had been talking on the phone 
with a friend, who had presumably asked him about his date the night before. 

"Aw," chuckled Brian, "she wouldn't let me ball her, but she sucked my cock. 
Man, oh, man, it was great!" 

Now Mickey could understand his brother's enthusiasm. Polly's mouth was a 
velvety furnace enveloping and pressuring his writhing penis, giving him 
delicious stings of sensation. She sucked rather vigorously, hard and swift, 
but he enjoyed it immensely. Again he found himself thinking, Oh, shit, the 
guys'll never believe this! Indeed, he hardly believed it himself. It seemed 
so incredible that this beautiful older woman was on bended knee before him, 
sucking his peter like it was candy, her enormous jugs swaying as she 
worked, the bumpy stiff nipples grazing his knees. His pleasure was intense, 
and in a matter of seconds he felt his balls swelling up painfully tight, 
his cock lengthening and stiffening in her hotly sucking mouth. 

Polly felt it, too, and her pussy boiled in excited response. His little 
prick lay limp and yielding on her tongue, then suddenly began to twitch and 
grow and harden. She sucked it harder, faster, hardly knowing what impelled 
her, enjoying his light salty taste. She needed him desperately, but 
wondered if she dared go farther with him. It was one thing to play with 
him, to touch and taste him, and quite another to ask a fourteen-year-old 
boy to make love to her. 

Fortunately for Polly, the boy's mind was running in the same groove. Much 
as he enjoyed having his cock sucked, there was something he wanted even 
more, and that was to lose his virginity. Mickey was wondering feverishly if 
he dared make this request. Would she be shocked, angry, horrified? He just 
had to take the chance. 

Trembling, he bent down to caress her face, and as he did so, his stiff 
little cock popped from her mouth. 

"I, uh," he stammered, not knowing how to word his request. "I mean, could 
we--? do you want to--? " Mickey could have kicked himself. His big chance, 
and he couldn't even get the words out! 

Polly wasn't doing any better. The boy was ready and apparently willing, but 
she couldn't bring herself to say the words, to make a direct request of 
him. For a moment they simply stared longingly at each other, and then Polly 
thought, well, to hell with it, I'll just try it and see what happens. What 
did she have to lose? 

With an enticing smile of invitation, she lay down on her back and opened 
her legs wide. Mickey blushed, swallowed, and gawked at the shining scarlet 
of her slit. He prayed he was reading her correctly, that she was in fact 
inviting him to do it with her, otherwise he was going to be in a heap of 
trouble. But he just had to find out. Sweating with nervousness, the boy 
crawled between her out-stretched legs and seized his achingly hard little 
dick, nosing the creaming tip into the hot moist parts between her legs. She 
didn't resist, only smiled. Great! She really wanted him! The only trouble 
was, he didn't know where to put it. In spite of all his longing, all his 
street knowledge, Mickey had no idea where a girl's cunt was or what it 
looked like. Still clutching his stiffened prick, he poked it around 
ineffectively, feeling like a fool. It just didn't seem to fit anywhere, 
damn it all! 

It took Polly a few moments to catch on. At first she thought he was just 
teasing her. Then she realized that the kid was probably a total innocent, 
that he didn't even know where her vagina was located. She wanted to laugh, 
but she suppressed it, not wishing to wound his pride. Instead she reached 
out gently, took the hard little rod out of his hand, and wiggled the creamy 
sharp tip into the hungry gushing mouth of her cunt. 

"Now, push, darling," she whispered. 

Mickey gawked at her a second longer, decided it was okay to proceed, and 
then pushed as hard as he could. The result was immediate and full 
penetration, a gasp of delight from Mickey, and a howl of excitement from 
Polly. She was very tight for a woman her age, not too large for Mickey's 
half-grown tool, and hot velvety friction rewarded the boy, who began 
instinctively pumping his hips, poking and sawing inside her for all he was 
worth. 

"Oh, God, yes!" shrieked Polly. "Fuck me, Mickey, do it to me, I love it! 
Ahhhhhh!" 

Blissfully Mickey wriggled even tighter between her soft thighs, poking his 
hungry little cock in as far as it would go, till his sensitive balls 
flapped noisily against her ass with each fierce stroke. Fucking was great, 
he felt he could never get enough of it. But both he and Polly were so 
aroused and excited that their climaxes came all too quickly. Suddenly Polly 
was screaming and wailing, bucking her big hips so hard and furiously that 
Mickey was almost bounced out of the saddle. He wrapped his arms around her 
waist, hanging on as he humped her, his sweaty face crushed against her big 
heaving tits. Something seemed to explode with fiery violence in his balls, 
and then he was squirting his cum into her in long, delicious jets, rid of 
his virginity at last. 

As soon as her blissful spasms had passed, Polly felt overcome with shame. 
My God, she had behaved like a lewd whore, had seduced a mere child! She'd 
needed a good fuck, that was certainly true, but couldn't she have had the 
decency to wait for an adult lover? Suppressing a sob of remorse, she said 
gently to the panting boy, "Mickey, I hate to rush you, but shouldn't you be 
getting back to work?" 

He raised his head abruptly from her tits. "Aw, shit, yeah! I forgot all 
about it! I better run!" He leaped from her and began struggling into his 
clothes. Polly lay there and watched him, admiring his body in spite of her 
heavy feelings of guilt. As he hurried to the door, he looked back at her, 
grinned, and said, "Hey, all right if I come back some time?" 

Polly only gawked at him. She hadn't given any thought to the consequences 
of her act, hadn't envisioned the possibility that if she seduced him, he 
might want to come back for more. Oh, dear God, what had she gotten herself 
into? 

Mickey didn't wait for her answer. He was full of pride and self-confidence. 
Having balled this beautiful older woman into a howling cum, he naturally 
assumed she'd want more of the same. "I'll be back tomorrow," he told her, 
hurrying out and closing the door behind him. 

"Mickey, wait!" she gasped. Too late. He had gone without hearing her 
protest. 

Polly rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in her folded arms. 
"Oh, God," she sobbed, "what have I done? What am I going to do?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next day Polly returned to her secretarial job. The reaction to her new 
face was spectacular. At first none of her friends recognized her, and then 
they were full of praise and admiration. She had done the right thing, they 
told her. Polly wondered bitterly if that was true. On her way to work men 
had leered at her, made lewd invitations, caused her to feel threatened and 
defiled. On the way home it was the same story. She was glad to reach the 
safety and privacy of her apartment. Certainly her new face had turned out 
to be a mixed blessing; it had brought her "normal" treatment from the rest 
of the world, but Polly wasn't sure that she liked such treatment at all. 

After showering and changing into lounging pajamas, Polly fixed herself a 
drink and sat down to try to sort out her feelings. Far from bringing her 
happiness and self-confidence, the cosmetic surgery had brought her a host 
of new worries. There were long run worries, namely, how to conduct herself 
in the face of all the leering attention she was getting oh the streets, and 
there was an immediate worry, what to do about Mickey the grocery boy. Polly 
decided that she was strong enough to deal with only one problem at a time, 
and that therefore she would concentrate on the problem of Mickey. 
Embarrassing as it might be, she decided that the best thing would be to 
tell Mickey the truth, that she'd been starved for love for a long time and 
had been unable to control herself when he'd showed signs of wanting her. On 
the other hand, now that she'd had a chance to cool off and think things 
over, she did not want to carry on a liaison with a mere boy, a person young 
enough to be her own child. It would be bad for Polly and bad for him. 

This, then, was the speech Polly had ready when, shortly before six o'clock 
the doorbell rang and she opened the door to admit an eager, smiling 

Mickey. She couldn't help noticing how handsome he was, how fresh and 
inviting, but she hardened her heart against these impressions. She simply 
wasn't going to let herself get involved with this kid! 

"Hi, Miss Perkins," he said breathlessly, "I got here as soon as I could." 

In fact, all day, in school and at work, Mickey had been thinking about 
Polly and about a renewal of the wild pleasure he had experienced with her 
the day before. By late afternoon he'd developed a hard on that wouldn't 
quit, and it was all he could do to keep from walking off the job and 
rushing to her apartment. As she closed the door, he marched confidently 
into the living room and took off his jacket, then started unbuttoning his 
shirt, when Polly's cool voice stopped him. 

"One moment, please, Mickey. I have something to say to you." 

He looked at her frowning, determined face and suddenly felt afraid. What 
was the matter? Had he done something to anger her? She hardly looked like a 
woman who wanted to make love. 

"Yes, Miss Perkins?" he said nervously. 

"Sit down." She motioned for him to sit at one end of the couch, and she sat 
at the other. Her tone of voice was hard. "Mickey, I realize that after the 
way I behaved yesterday, it's natural for you to come back here expecting 
more of the same. But that's not how it's going to be. I hadn't had any. 
Well, that is, I hadn't had a lover in a very long time, and I just lost 
control of myself when you were here yesterday, but it won't happen again. 
If we were the same age, that would be different. But think of it-you're 
fourteen, I'm thirty-two, which makes me old enough to be your mother. It 
just isn't right. So what I'm trying to say, Mickey, is that it has to end 
right now." 

The boy had listened carefully as she spoke, and now he replied with all the 
adolescent diplomacy and charm he could muster, "Well, Miss Perkins, I can 
see how you feel, but on the other hand, if you stop to think about it, 
there's really nothing wrong with what we did. I mean, it's the 1970's, 
right, and nobody believes you have to be married in order to make love. As 
for the age difference, lots of older men date girls young enough to be 
their daughters, so what's wrong with doing it the other way around? The 
point is, we're not doing anything so terrible, and we're not hurting 
anybody. The only people involved are you and me. So I really don't see 
anything to get uptight about. I don't think you should worry about it." 

This speech was quite an effort for Mickey, who generally didn't care how he 
expressed himself, and he felt he'd done rather well. There was a flicker of 
hesitation in Polly's face as he spoke, and when he finished she was silent 
for a few moments while she thought over his arguments. 

Then she smiled rather sadly. "Well, Mickey, the fact is, everything you say 
makes good sense, for someone of your generation. You live by new and 
different rules. But I was raised in another atmosphere, and none of these 
things seem right to me. I just can't help it. I'm sure I'm being 
old-fashioned and illogical and hypocritical, but that's the way I was 
raised, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry, but if I went on 
seeing you, I'd feel terribly guilty. I think it would be better all around 
if you forgot about me and found someone your own age." 

Fat chance of that, Mickey thought dismally. He had plenty of girl friends, 
girls willing to go out with him and willing to do a little petting, but not 
one of them wanted to fuck. It might be years before he found a girl to take 
care of his needs. He felt he just couldn't afford to let Polly Perkins go. 
And it was this determination that led him, now, to get tough with her. 

"You mean," he said carefully, "that you'd be ashamed of what we were 
doing?" 

"Yes," admitted Polly. 

"You'd be ashamed if anybody found out about it?" 

"Oh, dear, yes!" she affirmed, blushing deeply. "I'd just die!" 

"Well, then, Miss Perkins," he said very slowly and deliberately, "I guess 
you better go on seeing me, because if you don't, I'll tell everybody what 
happened yesterday." 

His threat hung there between them in the long silence that followed, and he 
and Polly searched each other's faces, Polly wondering if he really meant 
what he said, and Mickey looking for signs of intimidation and weakness. He 
didn't like to resort to this childish ploy of threatening to rat on her-he 
wasn't really a fink-but he saw no other way of keeping her, and he couldn't 
bear to let her go. 

"Please," she said at last, "try to understand how I feel. Please leave me 
alone." 

"No," said Mickey, almost hating himself for his harshness, but knowing he'd 
hate himself even more if he gave in and surrendered his chance to make love 
to this beautiful older woman. He sensed, too, that he should allow her no 
more time to think things over. 

Standing and beginning to unbutton his shirt, he said curtly, "I don't want 
to be late getting home, so let's move it. Get undressed." 

Polly gawked at him, hardly believing the reality of her dilemma and 
wondering how to get out of it. She was at the mercy of this aggressive 
young boy. She envisioned how it would be if he told on her, if word spread 
around the neighborhood. People would snicker and point and cast 
contemptuous looks at hera woman so lusty and immoral that she even seduced 
the grocery boy! She couldn't bear that. Yet she couldn't bear to be 
Mickey's sexual slave, either, it was too degrading. 

"Please," she murmured, "don't make me do this." 

"Get undressed!" Mickey snapped. He continued to remove his clothes until he 
stood there clad only in his shorts, waiting impatiently for her to follow 
his example. Polly could see the eager little bulge in his crotch, and as he 
recalled her feverish explorations of yesterday afternoon, she experienced a 
quick flash of desire. It had been wonderful, she'd give anything to repeat 
that much-needed fuck. But not with Mickey. Not with a mere child! 

"Oh, no," she moaned, "I just can't!" 

Mickey was alarmed. In spite of his threat, she still resisted him. And he 
knew he really wouldn't be fink enough to tell on her. There must be some 
other way. He recalled the events of yesterday afternoon, the way her 
excitement had risen sharply when he began to touch her. Perhaps that 
technique would work again. He'd try everything he could think of, for by 
now he was unbearably horny and felt as' if he would die of frustration if 
he didn't have her. 

"All right," he said coldly, "if you won't undress yourself, I'll have to do 
it for you." 

Polly seemed paralyzed as the red-haired boy moved toward her. She couldn't 
tear her eyes from the tight pointy bulge of his crotch. She imagined his 
half grown little cock stiff and ready, oozing impatient cream from its tip, 
and her cunt contracted sharply and spurted out hot juices of arousal. Oh, 
God, how she needed him! But she couldn't let herself succumb again to her 
evil nature. 

"Oh, no, no, please . ... " She moaned her protest yet did not move as 
Mickey seized the rope belt of her lounging pajamas, untied it, and tossed 
it aside. He swiftly unzipped the garment from throat to crotch, tugged it 
off her shoulders, and eased it down to her ankles. Polly blushed deeply as 
she stood before him wearing nothing but skimpy bikini panties, noticing 
that the boy's eyes were riveted to her huge swollen breasts. Then she gave 
a squeak of alarm and tried to step away from him. Her feet became entangled 
in her pajamas, and she fell to the floor, landing on her back, her enormous 
tits flopping and bouncing with the impact. 

Mickey didn't waste a second. He threw himself on her and seized her 
quivering tits, caressing them roughly and hungrily. Jesus, what great boobs 
she had! They dwarfed his hands, felt incredibly heavy in his grasp. He 
buried his face against them, kissed and licked the bumpy red nipples, and 
then, obeying some mysterious instinct, planted his wet mouth on one nipple 
and began to suck it loudly and greedily like a hungry puppy. 

"Ohhhhh!" moaned Polly. 

As Mickey began to suck her nipple, she experienced a blinding burst of 
pleasure, her whole body quivering with lusty delight. She felt sensation 
radiating from the nipple down through her body till it reached her cunt, 
which began seeping its juices in a steady stream. She moaned and began 
pumping her hips uncontrollably, signaling her need for the boy's stiff and 
ready cock. She wanted him so badly, it was all she could do not to shriek 
her demand. But equally strong was her whole upbringing, the morals 
instilled by her stern parents, which told her that sex was wrong except 
between married people. Certainly it could not be right between a grown 
woman and a teenage boy. She could not let him fuck her again. No matter how 
badly she wanted him, she had to preserve her self-respect. With this in 
mind, she allowed him to go on playing with her tits, while she carefully 
worked to get her feet free of the entangling pajamas ... and when that was 
accomplished, she suddenly rolled out from under him. 

"No, Mickey!" she cried. "I won't do it! I meant what I said!" 

Mickey eyed her, wondering whether to persist. She was bigger and stronger 
than he was, and if her refusal was sincere, he could not hope to physically 
overpower her. He had been so sure, as he fondled and sucked her breasts, 
that she was weakening, that she enjoyed it. If he could just get his hands 
on her once again.... 

Then he noticed that even in her defiance, Polly's eyes were glued to his 
stiffened peter, which threatened to burst his shorts at this point. She 
seemed fascinated with it. A sudden inspiration came to him, and he quickly 
pulled down his shorts so that his stiff little tool popped out, 
tight-swollen and hugging his flat belly. Polly's eyes widened and glowed, 
and she licked her lips. 

Polly, too, had an inspiration. She sensed that if she sent the boy away 
now, aching with need, his resentment would grow and that he would make 
trouble for her. She had to relieve him somehow. But she would not fuck him 
again, so why not do what the neighbor girl did for her husband? Why not 
substitute mouth for vagina? Polly felt no hesitation at all. In fact the 
idea aroused her sharply, and she felt hot saliva pooling her mouth. She 
just had to play with that adorable little cock, and if she could do it in a 
way to satisfy Mickey without making the ultimate surrender of her body, why 
not? 

"Darling," she purred, moving closer to him. 

Mickey couldn't help grinning. Somehow the sight of his naked dick had 
changed her mind. He'd remember that in the future. Now he sighed happily as 
Polly bent over him, her big tits swaying very close to his belly, and 
gently tugged off his shorts. He lay back submissively and closed his eyes 
as she began to play with him. 

Polly scarcely knew where to begin. Once her decision was made, her arousal 
had mounted quickly, and she felt an insane desire to touch and taste his 
superb young body everywhere at once. Gently separating his slim legs, she 
knelt between them, her erect nipples tickling his belly as she bent to 
explore his pure naked parts. She noticed that his balls were rosy pink and 
swollen tight, a delicious sight to her. They lacked the ugly, brutish layer 
of dark hair common to the adult, and were quite smooth and naked. Spreading 
his legs a little more, she discovered the puckered mouth of his anus, 
which, to her delight and surprise, was pink rather than brown. Everything 
about him seemed so pure and virginal, unlike the threatening ape-like body 
of the adult male. Scarcely knowing what she was doing, Polly cupped her 
hands under his small tight ass and raised him, bringing the clenched anal 
opening up to her eager mouth. She flicked out her wet pointed tongue and 
eased the tip slowly, sensually, around his pink anal orifice. 

"Ummmm!" murmured Mickey. His small cock twitched excitedly, his balls 
seemed to swell even more. 

Polly felt no distaste for what she was doing. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

His little ass-hole seemed so clean and pure, so inviting. And she liked 
giving him pleasure. Raising him still higher, she gently inserted the stiff 
wet tip of her tongue into the tight little hole of his anus, met no 
resistance, and then thrust in deeper. 

"Ahhhhh, Jesus, that feels great!" cried Mickey. He stiffened in her arms, 
arching his back to maintain his raised posture, as if feeding her his ass. 

Polly responded by snaking her stiff tongue as deep as she could into his 
anus. He was very tight, yet slick and juicy. She liked the sensation, and 
she began licking and probing without restraint, reaming his tight little 
tunnel. The boy moaned in mindless delight, pumping his hips now to work her 
tongue deeper into his ass-hole. Mickey had been a little shocked when Miss 
Perkins first began to lick his ass, but all his scruples vanished quickly 
with the intense pleasure she gave him. It might be a crazy thing to do, but 
it felt great! 

When Polly had licked every drop of pungent taste from his convulsing anus, 
she withdrew her tongue and applied it stiffly to his swollen rosy balls, 
whipping and poking in a way that made the boy whinny with delight. She 
wondered dizzily why she liked tasting and tonguing him so much, but the 
answer wasn't really important. All she wanted was to go on doing it. She 
obeyed her impulses and bent lower to suck one tight-swollen little testicle 
into her hot wet mouth, gently pulling the little sac all the way inside, 
then subjecting it to a swift mischievous sucking. 

"Ahhhh, Jesus, yeah!" wailed Mickey. "Suck my balls! Wow, that feels great!" 

Polly experienced a sharp burst of excitement at his words. She spat out one 
testicle and sucked in the other, making the boy writhe and moan with 
pleasure. She liked the sensation of the hot plump little nut on her tongue. 
But she was careful not to go so far as to bring him off. She was saving 
that.... 

She spat out the second testicle and eyed his cock. 

It was swollen almost to bursting, the blue veins standing out sharply, the 
foreskin forced back from the gleaming red glans. Droplets of cream oozed 
from the tip, and with a hungry moan Polly lapped them up, loving the salty 
taste. Then she sucked his little ramrod swiftly, deeply into the steaming 
nest of her mouth. 

"Ahhhhh!" sighed Mickey, the sound almost like a sob. "That's so good! Suck 
my peter, yeah!" 

Again his lewd words excited Polly to more vigorous action. She drew her 
cheeks in as tight as she could, trapped his achingly stiff little dick 
against her slick palate with her powerful tongue, and began to suck him 
without restraint, swiftly, loudly, so that obscene slurping noises filled 
the room. She hadn't realized till then just how much fun it was to suck 
cock, and she felt she could have gone on forever. Her pussy creamed wildly 
as she worked, and she felt hot rivulets of cunt juice streaking down her 
inner thighs. 

"Ghhhhh! Yeah, yeah!" Mickey wailed, pumping his hips furiously to feed her 
his eager dick. Vaguely he recalled that he had come here to fuck this 
woman, yet it didn't seem important now. He could think of nothing but the 
incredible pleasure of having his cock sucked. She had the whole thing in 
her mouth, right down to the root, and with each powerful suck, his balls 
slapped deliciously against her soft chin. Her mouth was fiery hot and 
wonderfully wet and slick. He had never felt such blinding joy in his whole 
life. Suddenly, however, he realized that he was very close to cumming, and 
he wondered if she'd be angry if he shot in her mouth. It was something he'd 
never considered before. 

"Aw, shit, Miss Perkins," he gasped, "it's so good, I'm gonna cum!" 

That was all he could do to warn her. Further words failed him, and he 
lapsed into delirious moaning. Having him cum in her mouth was something 
Polly hadn't considered, either. Of course it was the logical conclusion to 
what she was doing, but she simply hadn't thought it through. Did she want 
it to happen? Still sucking him loudly and swiftly, she decided that she 
did. Nothing about this handsome young boy was distasteful or nasty to her. 
Everything about him excited her powerfully. She intensified her sucking, 
and he began to whimper and stiffen as he approached his climax. 

"Ah, God, yeah, yeah," he moaned, his face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. 
"Gonna cum, ahhhh, AHHHHHH!! ! " 

Suddenly Polly felt her throat splattered with thick hot cream, one jet 
after another. She obeyed her hungry impulse to swallow each blast, and even 
when his moaning climax had finished, she was still sucking his shrinking 
little cock, lapping up every last drop of his cum. The depleted limp organ 
slipped from her mouth, and she greedily licked her lips of the final 
droplets. 

Mickey lay limp and flushed before her, grinning ecstatically. His cock 
seemed very tiny now, lying soft and shrunken against his belly, rosy from 
her sucking. 

"Oh, man!" he said and sighed. "That was wonderful!" 

Only as he expressed his obvious satisfaction did Polly realize that she was 
still violently horny. It had been wild fun sucking his cock, but it hadn't 
done a thing for her, so far as the aching need in her cunt was concerned. 
Well, she thought wearily, that's the price I have to pay for my 
self-respect. She had resolved not to fuck him again, and so she would just 
have to endure her horniness. With a sigh of frustration, she flopped down 
on the carpet to rest from her exertions. 

"I suppose you ought to be on your way, Mickey," she said gently. "It's 
getting late." 

Reluctantly he consulted his watch. "Yeah, I suppose so," he replied without 
enthusiasm. Even though she'd brought him off, he hadn't gotten enough of 
her. The sight of a naked female body was still a novelty to him, and he 
longed to explore her at his leisure, to learn all the secrets of her 
special anatomy. He propped himself up on an elbow so he could study her. 
She lay on her back, giving him a good view of her gently rising and falling 
tits, mountainous on her chest, the dark red nipples stiff with desire. The 
fluffy dark patch of her mons seemed to stand out, too, attracting his 
attention. That was where he really wanted to explore. He'd hardly gotten a 
look at it yesterday. Moving slowly, so as not to alarm her, Mickey eased 
over to her and knelt beside her ample hips, gently petting the soft mons 
fur, then parting the hair-fringed lips for a look at her concealed parts. 

"Mickey . ... " It was a soft protest, with little force behind it. Somehow 
Polly felt a complete lack of strength and will. She had satisfied the boy, 
she assumed he would leave soon, but she could do no more. His gentle, timid 
touch was pleasant, and as he laid his fingertip on the quivering bud of her 
clit, she sighed and opened her legs, giving him room to explore. 

Mickey took the opportunity to kneel between her legs, gently urging them 
wider apart. Now he could see everything, all those mysterious female parts. 
It was intricate and confusing, a field of glistening crimson folds of flesh 
whose function he did not know. Again he pressed and nudged the fat little 
nub of flesh and noted how she responded with happy sighs and a little jerk 
of her hips. So she liked to be touched there, but what about all these 
other places? He ran his fingers lightly along her labial folds and got the 
same response, Polly sighing and squirming. Emboldened, he searched for her 
cunt, that slick hot little tunnel where he had so happily buried his virgin 
cock the day before. After some searching, he found it, snaking a finger 
deep inside and marveling at its heat and velvety softness. 

"Ohhhhh---" moaned Polly. The intrusion of his finger was like receiving a 
miniature stiff prick. She realized how desperately she needed to be fucked, 
and she was glad that she'd gotten rid of his erection by sucking him off, 
otherwise she would not have been able to refuse him now. 

Mickey noticed how much she enjoyed the penetration of his finger, and he 
began to move it like he'd moved his prick the day before, stiffly and 
swiftly in and out. Polly responded as she had then, gasping with delight 
and then beginning to pump her hips in time to his strokes. Mickey felt a 
sudden sense of power, knowing that he could drive this beautiful older 
woman into a mindless frenzy of pleasure merely by moving his finger in and 
out of her cunt. He began to work faster . ... 

"Oh, God, yes...." whimpered Polly. She knew her behavior was lewd and 
whorish, but she simply had to have it, had to let him finger-fuck her this 
way. It was better than nothing. Somehow she had to appease her stored-up 
need. She blushed deeply with shame, unable to meet the boy's eyes. But she 
didn't tell him to stop. 

Mickey was amazed at the way her vagina kept squirting its hot cream. The 
more he poked, the wetter and hotter she got, till she was almost burning 
his probing finger. He could tell she needed it, loved it, and he only 
regretted that he didn't have a stiff dick to shove in there. He would love 
to ball her again . ... 

Suddenly, as if hearing his silent prayer, his prick twitched and began to 
stiffen. He felt excitement in his balls, a slow swelling in his cock. He 
was amazed and delighted that he could get hard again so fast. But he knew 
Polly's resistance to fucking, and he said nothing, waiting patiently till 
he was in full erection. He wasn't going to warn her! 

"Oh, darling, yes, how nice!" Polly gurgled. She hated herself for voicing 
her need so blatantly, but she couldn't help it. And after all, she wasn't 
really surrendering. She was keeping her vow, letting him use only his hand. 
The delicious poking went on and on, and Polly closed her eyes to 
concentrate on enjoying it. Then, to her disappointment, he withdrew his 
finger, leaving her cunt empty and aching. 

"Ohhhh, put it back!" she pleaded, without opening her eyes. "Just a little 
more, make me cum, please, Mickey!" 

"Sorry," he said and chuckled, "I slipped. Here, I'll put it back in." 

Polly sighed happily and waited. In a moment his finger was in her again, 
feeling greater than ever. In fact it seemed bigger, longer, and somehow 
different. Much as she enjoyed it, Polly felt sudden alarm. Opening her 
eyes, she stared down and saw that Mickey had his hands planted on either 
side of her hips, supporting himself while he happily probed her. He wasn't 
using his finger at all, the little bastard, he was fucking her! 

"No!" cried Polly, jerking out from under him. Sure enough, he had another 
erection, just as stiff as the first one, his frantic little white cock 
standing straight up and glistening with her abundant cream. "Mickey," she 
cried indignantly, "I told you, I won't do it! It was a mistake the first 
time, and I'll never fuck you again! You've had your fun, young man, now get 
dressed and get out of here, and don't come back!" 

She leaped to her feet and began dressing, her eyes blazing angrily. Mickey 
was angry, too, at having his fuck interrupted, but he could tell by her 
expression that she would not be moved. He had exhausted all tricks, all 
power of persuasion. Damn it all, if only he could've gotten his rocks off 
before she'd noticed the substitution of cock for finger! It was so silly, 
anyhow, what did she have against it? 

"Aw, come on, Miss Perkins," he whined helplessly, "don't leave me like 
this! What difference does it make whether I use my finger or my peter? I 
don't understand." 

"It makes a big difference to me," snapped Polly, "but you're right, you 
wouldn't understand! Now get out of my apartment!" 

She really meant it. She was sore as hell, and she was a lot bigger than he 
was. Mickey gave it up. Pouting, shaking with anger and frustration, he 
dressed, stalked out, and slammed the door behind him. By God, he'd get even 
with her for this! He'd make her sorry if it was the last thing he ever did! 
As he sullenly made his way home, the boy began to plan his revenge . ... 

When Mickey left, Polly first experienced relief, but it was quickly 
succeeded by despair and anguish. Even if she hadn't let him fuck her, she'd 
disgraced herself again, behaving like a slut. She hadn't sucked him off 
just to get rid of him, she knew that now. Hell, she'd enjoyed every second 
of it, even swallowing his cum! And when he'd frigged her with his finger, 
she'd opened her legs like a whore, shamelessly voicing her pleasure. She 
couldn't kid herself any longer. She'd wanted him desperately, and if he 
hadn't played that trick on her, trying to fuck her, she'd have let him 
masturbate her to climax. That was a measure of her terrible lust, that she 
could willingly have let a fourteen-year-old boy bring her off with his 
finger . ... 

Sobbing in shame, Polly lay down on her bed and tried to calm herself, but 
it was no good. She was achingly horny, she had to have some relief. She 
knew that if she pressed and rubbed her clit a few times, she would cum, but 
it would be a weak unsatisfactory climax compared to what she could get from 
a man's cock. What she needed was the real thing, a thick, long red-hot 
length of meat to impale and probe her, a genuine fuck. And she knew that if 
she stepped out on the street right now, she could find a willing partner in 
a matter of minutes. But the thought disgusted her. She didn't want some 
brutish hairy male humping over her like an animal. She wanted someone clean 
and smooth and pure-like Mickey.... 

"Oh, damn!" she exclaimed out loud. What was the matter with her? She'd 
never dreamed that her sexual inclinations were in any way perverse or 
abnormal. For so many years, when men avoided her because of her ugliness, 
she'd simply wanted to be fucked, to have a man. But now that it was 
possible, now that it had actually become easy, she found herself terrified 
and repelled by the idea of submitting her body to an adult male. She felt 
at ease only with Mickey, who was no more than a child. Quite definitely, 
there was something wrong with her. 

But at the moment that was irrelevant. What mattered was her desperate 
horniness. Without shame now, Polly rose from her bed and went to the 
closet. She opened the door and observed the row of drab dresses, blouses 
and skirts, all in shades of brown and black, which she'd worn in her ugly 
days in order to be inconspicuous. She'd get rid of those clothes soon, 
along with all the other remnants of her old life-with perhaps one 
exception. Standing on tiptoe, Polly reached to a high shelf and took down a 
small cardboard box which she carried back to the bed. She opened the box 
and from folds of tissue she lifted out a white cylindrical vibrator. It was 
seven inches long and two inches in diameter. Polly blushed as she removed 
the machine from its nest of tissue. It was an old and familiar companion, 
her frequent means of satisfaction during all the long lonely years without 
a man, yet she could never touch it or look at it without a deep sense of 
shame. Was she, then, so whorishly lusty that she needed a machine to 
satisfy herself? Of course she knew the answer. 

With a sob, Polly lay down on her back, drew her legs up, and gently 
inserted the vibrator into her cream-soaked cunt. She gave a gasp of 
pleasure as the cool instrument slowly stuffed her, sending delicious 
sensations of friction through her pelvis. It was as big as any cock, just 
as stiff and long. It would have been better to have a real man holding her, 
his body hot against hers, but for lack of the real thing, the vibrator 
could do the job much better than her fingers. She creamed heavily and hotly 
as the stiff tip of the instrument nosed softly home against her womb. Then, 
shivering with delighted anticipation, she pressed the button and turned the 
vibrator on. Immediately a swift strong buzzing filled her cunt, and she 
began gurgling her pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh, yes, YES!" Polly babbled. "Ummmmm, yes, so good, OOOOO!" 

In less than a minute she began to shriek and toss her long legs high in the 
air as the vibrator buzzed her into an intense orgasm. Her vagina went into 
rhythmical contractions, long and powerful, which forced the vibrator from 
her cunt, but even as the little machine shot to the end of the bed, her 
climax continued. She lay for awhile in a blissful half-faint before reality 
began creeping back upon her. Then, realizing what she had done, she began 
to sob. 

"What's the use of having a pretty face," she asked herself, "what's the use 
of being beautiful, if I still have to do this to myself?" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next day was Saturday, and Polly slept in, waking somewhat refreshed and 
more determined than ever to have nothing more to do with Mickey. If she was 
to have a lover-and God knows she needed one!-it would have to be someone 
her own age. And if she couldn't bring herself to accept the attentions of 
an adult male, then she would simply take herself to a psychiatrist, 
whatever was required to straighten her out and enable her to live a normal 
life. For Polly was convinced that her affair with Mickey was sick. 

Accordingly she spent Saturday morning cleaning her apartment, singing to 
herself, and occasionally peeking into the mirror for another look at her 
beautiful new face. Now that she'd made her decision, she felt cheerful; 
somehow she sensed that things would turn out all right after all, and that 
her new face would eventually bring her the happiness she sought.... 

Polly might not have felt so confident if she had known what Mickey was up 
to that Saturday morning. Still bent upon revenge for her rejection of him, 
the boy had risen early and rounded up his two best friends, Bobby and 
Tommy, intending to use them in a scheme of punishment he had devised. 
Mickey led his two friends to a neighborhood park, where they could confer 
in privacy, and then revealed everything to them. 

"How would you guys like to get laid?" he asked, green eyes glittering 
impishly. 

Bobby and Tommy gawked, then laughed in disbelief. "Aw, come on, man!" Tommy 
said and laughed. "You're putting us on!" 

"Nope," said Mickey confidently. "And you haven't answered my question. How 
about it, are you game?" 

"Jeez, yes!" replied Tommy, a tall blonde boy. "I mean, if you can really 
come through." 

"I can," said Mickey. "How about you, Bobby?" 

Bobby, a short dark boy, grinned and shuffled his feet. "Well, sure, man. 
Tell us about it." 

"Well," Mickey began gleefully, "you remember that big apartment building on 
the other side of the park? The one were all the good-looking secretaries 
live?" The other two boys nodded intently. Many times they had watched the 
girls coming home from work to this building, gawking at legs and bouncing 
tits, hoping for a good breeze and a glimpse of panties or stocking tops. 
"Well," Mickey continued, "Last week I was making a delivery to one of those 
broads, Perkins is her name, a real looker and really stacked. She got the 
hots for me, and I made it with her. Then the next time I showed up, she got 
the guilts, wouldn't let me do it again, but I don't intend to let it go at 
that. I thought we'd all go up there today and kinda, uh, talk her into it." 

Bobby and Tommy looked doubtful. Just as virginal and inexperienced as 
Mickey had been a few days ago, they tended not to believe his story, and 
they feared getting into trouble. "I don't know, man," said Tommy. "Sounds 
like rape to me. 

"Aw, no!" chuckled Mickey. "Lissen, she really wants it, believe me. Even 
yesterday, when she wouldn't let me fuck her, she sucked my cock and let me 
stick my finger in her cunt." The last word, rarely used anatomically among 
their crowd, electrified Mickey's friends. 

"You mean you actually touched it?" asked Bobby wonderingly. 

"Yeah, I touched it, I even got my dick in it," said Mickey proudly. "That's 
the whole point, see. She let me do it once, so why shouldn't she let me do 
it again? Where does she get off, being so snooty? I figure with the three 
of us holding her, she won't have much choice." Again he noticed the 
hesitation in his friends' eyes, the reluctance to risk trouble, and he went 
on persuasively, "Wait'll you see her! Oh, wow, is she built! The biggest 
knockers you ever saw, and you'll get to touch them, too . ... " He let the 
suggestion hang there, tempting them. 

"Well," said Tommy, his voice coming out a little croaky with excitement, 
"we could go check it out." 

"Yeah," said Bobby, "just go up there, see how she reacts, see if it's 
okay." 

"Sure," purred Mickey, "we'll just go have a look. I don't want to rush you 
guys into anything...." 

Polly was busily and happily cleaning out her closet in preparation for 
buying new clothes. All the drab, ugly dresses would have to go, she 
decided, because from now on she was going to wear bright-colored sexy 
clothes. She had no reason to hide from the world any longer. Relentlessly 
she took the old things from the closet and threw them in a pile on the bed, 
making up a bundle for the Salvation Army. The clothes were suited to a much 
older woman anyway. Then, at the back of the closet where she hadn't noticed 
it at first, Polly found a garment she'd almost forgotten. She greeted it 
with a smile, half sad and half amused. It was a black lace negligee, very 
sheer and very skimpy, which she'd once purchased in an optimistic mood, the 
idea being that if any man saw her body in that outfit, he wouldn't notice 
her face. It might have worked, if she'd even been able to get a man up to 
her apartment to model it for him. 

Now Polly couldn't resist trying on the negligee. 

With her new face, she really ought to look devastating in it, she decided. 
Quickly she shucked all her other clothes and slipped the filmy black 
garment over her head, letting it fall softly into place around the 
voluptuous curves of her body. She went to the full length mirror on the 
back of the closet door and looked at herself. 

"Oh, wow," she said and grinned, "too much!" 

This was no exaggeration. The negligee clung to every curve, and the dark 
twin spots of her nipples were teasingly revealed, along with the triangular 
shadow of her snatch: the effect would, indeed, have been too much for any 
man. It was overkill. Polly laughed delightedly and was just about to remove 
the garment when the doorbell rang. 

"Damn," she muttered, going to the door. She opened it just a crack, so her 
visitor could see only her face. She didn't want to risk rape! To her 
annoyance, it was Mickey, and he had two other boys with him, one tall and 
fair, the other short and dark, but both of them around Mickey's age, very 
young teenagers. The three boys were grinning and nudging each other. 

"Mickey," she said sternly, "I meant what I said: I don't want to see you 
again. Go away." 

Casually Mickey laid a hand against the door and said, "Aw, come on, Miss 
Perkins! We just stopped by to say hello." And abruptly he gave the door a 
sharp push which sent Polly reeling backwards. Before she could recover 
herself, the three boys were in the room. All of them were gawking at her as 
if they'd never seen a woman before. 

Certainly Mickey had never seen her looking so beautiful, so tantalizingly 
sexy. It made him want her desperately and strengthened his resolve to have 
her even if it involved the use of force. 

Tommy stared goggle-eyed at her enormous breasts, which loomed heavy and 
white through the filmy material of her negligee. He longed to touch them, 
play with them. 

Bobby's dark eyes were glued to the little dark triangle of her mons fur. He 
reddened and licked his lips. 

"Get out of here!" Polly hissed. Her vehemence made her big tits wobble, 
only increasing the boys' excitement. "Get out of here, or I'll call the 
police!" 

"Oh, yeah?" Mickey said. "And what'll you tell them? That you fucked me one 
day and sucked my cock the next day, but you just don't feel like it now?" 

Polly turned a dark red as he made the incriminating statement before his 
two grinning friends. The little bastard! He'd told them everything, and now 
had obviously brought them around to share the fun! Well, she wouldn't stand 
for it! 

"You make all the threats you like," she snapped, "but you'll get nothing 
from me!" 

Mickey shrugged, then turned to his pals and said casually, "Neither of you 
guys has ever fucked before, right?" 

"Right," Bobby said, "and I bet you haven't, either." 

"Oh, yes, I have," replied Mickey, "and I can show you just how it's done, 
if you hold her for me. 

Polly paled and began backing away. Now that she knew Mickey was prepared to 
use force in order to have her, she was terrified, yet she wasn't entirely 
witless. If she could reach the bathroom and lock herself in, she'd be safe. 
She edged away very slowly, not wanting to give away her intention. 

"Golly, I don't know," Tommy was saying. "If you hold 'em down, it's rape, 
isn't it?" 

"Not if they like it," said Mickey. "And believe me, she'll like it." 

Finally his two friends nodded their agreement and turned toward Polly. She 
broke into a run, heading for the bathroom. 

"Get her!" yelled Mickey. 

Her hand was on the knob, but she didn't have time to get inside the 
bathroom before rough little hands seized her arms and dragged her back into 
the living room. She began to sob with fright and helplessness. Mickey alone 
could have fended off, but the three boys combined were too strong for her. 

"Oh, please," she wept, "don't do this!" 

"Can it!" snapped Mickey. "You liked it well enough the first time, so don't 
put on an act now. Just shut up and cooperate." He looked around the room, 
then said to his companions, "Make her lean over that chair. Here, I'll show 
you." 

Under Mickey's instructions, Bobby and Tommy dragged her to the big lounging 
chair and forced her to face it and lean over, resting her hands on the arms 
of the chair. In this posture her ass was raised, her genitals unprotected. 
Rubbing his hands together in happy anticipation, Mickey nodded his 
approval. 

"Okay," he said excitedly, "just hold her arms now, make her stay like that. 
I'll show you how to fuck." 

"Mickey, no!" wailed Polly, but none of them paid her any attention. She had 
ceased to be a human being to them and had become only an object of their 
pleasure. Even the blonde boy, Tommy, who at first had hesitated about 
forcing her, now seemed to have forgotten all his scruples as he watched 
Mickey's leering preparations for the act of sex. 

The red-haired ringleader had unzipped the fly of his tight jeans and was 
drawing out his erect little cock. The very thought of fucking Polly had 
gotten him plenty hard, and now a few jerks of his hand completed the job, 
making his half-grown tool sharp and stiff and ready. While his friends 
admired his hard-on, Mickey stepped behind Polly and raised her negligee up 
around her waist, exposing her wide, firm, white buttocks and the 
hair-fringed scarlet folds of her vulva. 

"Wow," exclaimed Bobby, as he and Tommy craned for a look while keeping a 
tight hold on her arms, "so that's what it looks like!" 

"Where's her cunt?" asked Tommy. 

Mickey obligingly demonstrated by poking a finger in the proper orifice. His 
two friends gasped in wonder as the finger disappeared, then appeared again 
glistening with her juices. "That's the place," Mickey said, "and now I'm 
gonna stick my cock in it!" 

"Our turn next, right?" asked Bobby eagerly. 

"Sure, sure," said Mickey, intent now on aiming his stiff little cock at the 
proper target. 

Meanwhile, discovering that her tears and protests did no good, Polly was 
struggling to escape from her degrading, exposed posture, but Tommy and 
Bobby held her arms and shoulders firmly in place. Desperately, she began to 
move her hips back and forth, spoiling Mickey's aim and making it impossible 
for him to penetrate her. 

"Dammit, hold still!" he cried, seizing her swaying hips and gripping them 
painfully tight. Polly had more trouble moving then, though she continued to 
struggle as Mickey began to hammer his little ramrod against the tender 
folds of her labia. 

"Ohhhhh, no!" she wailed. "You're hurting me! 

OH!" The last cry was sharp and surprised, for with one savage and lucky 
stroke, Mickey succeeded in plunging his stiff penis directly into her cunt, 
driving all the way in till his smooth little balls slapped loudly against 
her thighs. "Ohhhh, God!" wept Polly. 

Mickey sighed and snuggled as tight as possible between her legs, holding 
her firmly around the waist now. "There," he panted, "I'm in! Now watch!" 

His command was superfluous, of course. Bobby and Tommy watched pop-eyed as 
their friend's stiff white shaft began to move swiftly in and out of Polly's 
violated cunt. In their excitement and envy, both boys began to get 
erections, and their horniness further manifested itself as they fumbled for 
Polly's tits even while watching the action at the other end of her shapely 
body. She felt the negligee torn and pulled aside, felt hot sweaty little 
hands cupping and squeezing her huge tender melons which dangled and swayed 
from her chest under the force of Mickey's steady humping. It seemed, then, 
that every inch of her body was to be violated, nothing left sacred or 
untouched. 

She moaned her humiliation, yet at the same time she counted herself lucky. 
It didn't hurt, it wouldn't injure her. All she had to do was endure 
it-first Mickey's attack, and then undoubtedly assaults from the other two 
boys. Thank God they weren't grown men! Full-sized cocks in her dry, 
unwilling cunt might have torn her, but Mickey's teenage prick was butting 
away harmlessly. 

"Oh, man!" Mickey panted. "It feels so good!" 

"Yeah, I'll bet!" replied Tommy somewhat angrily. "So hurry up, man! We want 
to do it, too!" 

"Yeah," chimed in Bobby, feverishly caressing Polly's left breast, "you 
gonna take all day?" 

"It's no fun if you just pop off," Mickey countered, sweat beginning to bead 
on his forehead. "You gotta take your time, really dig it." 

The fact was, though he would never have admitted it, that Mickey was a 
little intimidated by having an audience and was having a hard time getting 
his rocks off. He enjoyed fucking Polly, and he was proud to be able to put 
on such a show for his friends, but he was also nervous. And she was dry and 
resisting. If only he could do something to make her hot and slick, like 
she'd been before! Suddenly an idea came to him. With one hand he reached 
between her widely separated legs and fumbled in her little fur patch till 
he found her clit. The tiny organ was dry and limp, testifying to her lack 
of response. But as Mickey began to circle it teasingly with the tip of his 
finger, a sudden change came over Polly.- 

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. Damn the kid, he really knew how to get to her! His 
steady stiff poking was already feeling plenty good, and now his mischievous 
teasing of her clit was arousing her sharply. She didn't want to surrender 
to him, didn't want to show any signs of enjoying his rape, but the steady 
stimulus of her sensitive clit was just too much. To her deep shame, she 
felt her pussy creaming hotly. 

"Ahhhh!" Mickey sighed. To his relief and delight, he felt her cunt juices 
squirting out to bathe his deep-probing cock, making her little tunnel slick 
and velvety. Her clit was swollen and wet by now, and he seized it between 
two fingers and rubbed it steadily, which made her vaginal juices all the 
more abundant. He felt the helpless movement of her hips, knew he was 
turning her on. 

"Hey, Miss Perkins," he taunted, "you really like it, don't you?" 

Polly moaned loudly, not giving him the satisfaction of an articulate reply, 
but still unable to stifle her sounds of pleasure. She knew she was 
perilously close to total surrender, her scruples vanishing rapidly as her 
pleasure increased. Tommy and Bobby were fondling her tits ever more 
feverishly, and this was sufficient to push her over the edge. The delicious 
touch of their hands on her sensitive bare breasts, the steady banging she 
was getting from Mickey, his wicked finger play on her clit, all combined to 
raise her suddenly into a powerful flight of orgasm. 

"Oh, God, YES!" she whined. "Fuck me, darling, hard, hard! AHHHHH!! " 

Mickey leered triumphantly as the beautiful older woman began to shake and 
writhe beneath him in uncontrollable paroxysms of climax, shrieking her 
intense pleasure and clawing the arms of the chair. He signalled for his two 
friends to let go of her, and they hurried around behind her to get a better 
view of Mickey's stiff white cock pounding in and out of her creaming hole. 

"Ahhhh, shit!" yelped Mickey suddenly. "I'm cumming, AHHHH!" 

His plunging cock writhed and twitched as he shot out his cum, his friends 
watching enviously. When he had finished, he pulled out abruptly, rested his 
hands on his hips, and began strutting around the room proudly, his limp 
little cock dangling gaily. "See," she said and grinned, "just like I told 
you, she wanted it!" 

Polly slipped slowly to her knees, a thick white stream of cunt and cock 
juice trailing down her thighs. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself, yet 
at the same time she was still dizzy and flushed from the mind-blasting 
pleasure Mickey's fuck had given her. Nothing beats fucking, she thought 
deliriously. She realized that she would now have to submit to the other two 
boys, but somehow she no longer cared. Her fright and repugnance had 
vanished, and she felt lazily resigned to whatever might happen. 

"Well, go ahead," Mickey was saying to his friends, "she's all yours." 

Polly didn't turn around to look at them. She heard excited loud breathing, 
and she could easily imagine the painful combination of horniness and 
hesitation which was working on Bobby and Tommy at that moment. They were 
virgins, dying to try their prowess with her, yet they were intimidated by 
an adult woman. 

"Gee, I dunno," Tommy said. "I mean, I don't know what's the matter, but I 
lost my cock stand. Look at that." More silence, and then Bobby's voice: 

"That's funny, the same thing happened to me. It was real hard when Mickey 
was doing it to her, and now it's all soft again, see?" 

Polly knew the boys were comparing pricks, and this set her imagination and 
curiosity to working. Would they be as large as Mickey? Bigger, smaller? She 
was dying to know, longing to have a glimpse of those sweet little male 
organs. Silently she turned her head and glanced out through the tangle of 
her dark hair. The three boys stood close together, Mickey naked and the 
other two with their flies unzipped and their disobedient limp dicks hanging 
out for inspection. To her astonishment, Polly felt a sudden and violent 
renewal of her lust. She wanted more than anything to touch those boys! 
Slowly, as if in a trance, she eased off the ripped remnants of her 
negligee, which were hindering her movement, and then crawled over to where 
the boys were standing, her long full breasts swaying heavily. The boys 
gawked at her. 

"Oooo," she cooed, eying their cocks, "that's too bad! Maybe I can help." 

She reached out and took Tommy's penis in one hand and Bobby's in the other. 
The two boys blushed and stared at her, but Mickey grinned with sudden 
understanding of her intentions. 

"Don't panic," He chuckled to his friends. "This is gonna feel great, 
believe me!" 

Nervously they decided to trust him, letting the strange woman hold their 
limp soft pricks in her hands and pet them gently with her thumbs. Polly was 
totally absorbed in her task and quite happy. She found Tommy's prick to be 
a little smaller than Mickey's, while Bobby's was a little larger, but for 
all practical purposes the three adolescent penises were the same size, 
neither child nor adult. None of the boys was circumcised, each little cock 
ended in a pointed wrinkle of pale flesh. Three nearly identical pairs of 
limp rosy balls hung between slim muscular legs. Polly wanted to caress and 
explore all three boys at once, but she couldn't see how that was possible. 
Instead, she gave an excited gurgle in her throat, then suddenly grabbed 
Bobby and threw him down on his back. 

"Hey!" squeaked the boy. "What's she doin'? " 

"Lie still and find out!" Mickey said. He was delighted that Polly had 
changed her mind and begun initiating the fun. He wanted his friends to have 
a good time, and he hoped he'd be treated to a second round of fun himself. 
For the moment, however, he was satisfied, and his watched without envy as 
Polly bent low over his dark-haired friend and began exploring between his 
legs with mischievous fingers. She probed his pink-mouthed anus, tickled his 
tiny balls, and pumped his little cock. 

"Hey," giggled Bobby, "that's fun!" 

"Sure it is," said Mickey, "and she knows some even better stuff than that!" 

Polly suddenly gave a lusty growl, slipped her hands under Bobby's chubby 
buttocks, raised him high, and plunged her thirsting tongue deep into his 
anus. Bobby gave a high-pitched squeal of delight, and to everyone's 
surprise his tiny cock abruptly shot into stiff erection, nearly doubling 
its size and length. 

"Uhhhh!" Bobby said as her tongue reamed deep in his ass. "Great, great!" 

Mickey nudged Tommy in the ribs, and they exchanged happy grins. This was 
turning out to be the best day of their young lives, and it wasn't over yet. 
Almost breathless with excitement, they watched their friend Bobby getting 
his ass-hole licked and reamed while his stiff little cock began to ooze its 
juices. Polly noticed him creaming, too, and when she had thoroughly 
cleansed his anus with her dripping tongue, she shifted her attentions to 
his cock. The force of his erection had pushed back the foreskin, so that 
the bright red tip was exposed, and Polly noisily swished her tongue all 
around the sensitive flesh in a circular motion, lapping up his oozing 
juices and making him shiver and squeal with pleasure. Then she dipped her 
head again, and there was a gasp of astonishment as both his plump rosy 
balls disappeared into her greedy mouth with a loud sucking noise. It was 
too much for Bobby. The intense pleasure of having his balls vigorously 
sucked in the hot slick furnace of her mouth drove him into instant climax. 
With a piercing howl of joy, he began to shot, his tiny cock spurting high 
jets of cream that came down again to splatter in Polly's hair. 

"Damn," muttered Bobby, "I didn't mean to cum so soon!" 

Mickey and Tommy laughed loudly. "Don't worry, buddy," said Mickey, wiping 
his eyes, "you'll get it up again. It's easy." 

Bobby sighed as Polly released him and turned her attention to Tommy, who 
blushed happily when he realized that he was her next target. He vowed to 
hold out no matter how great the pleasure: if she gave him an erection, he 
was going to save it to stuff in her cunt. He wouldn't be cheated of his 
first fuck the way the hapless Bobby had been. Tommy shivered delightedly as 
Polly drew him down onto the carpet, making him lie on his belly. She seized 
his hips and raised them, so that his tight little ass was high in the air, 
his pink puckered anus presented to her. 

"Oh, Jesus, yeah, YEAH!" Tommy said as he felt her slick stiff tongue 
snaking slowly but deliciously into his virgin ass-hole. "Oh, man, that's 
the greatest thing I ever felt!" 

She reamed his ass with swift vigorous strokes, loving his pungent 
tightness, and his two friends watched in amazement as his pink balls 
swelled up almost to bursting and his slim white cock slowly became stiff 
and engorged. For her part, Polly was having a wonderful time, with a 
seemingly inexhaustible supply of boyish bodies to play with. But she didn't 
want to perform the same tricks on each boy. This time, instead of sucking 
his balls, she suddenly flopped Tommy over on his back, dipped her head, and 
drew his stiff little cock into her wet hot mouth, then began sucking it 
loudly and quickly, as if she were starved for his essence-and, indeed, she 
was: she felt a sudden insane desire for a mouthful of hot boyish cum. 

"Oh, oh, OH!" wailed Tommy. In spite of his firm resolution not to cum till 
he was actually fucking her, her delicious powerful sucking of his horny 
little peter was swiftly driving him to the brink of climax. He couldn't 
hold back, didn't want to. "Ahhhhh, OH, AAAGGGHHHH!" he shrieked as his cock 
seemed to explode with virgin cum. Waves of devastating pleasure rocked his 
body as he felt her swallowing his load. 

At last Polly released him, grinning wickedly and licking her lips of the 
last of his juices. Then she leered at Mickey. "Come here, darling," she 
purred. "It's your turn!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Across the way, in the next apartment building, lived Brent and Sue Brown, 
the newly married couple who had unwittingly provided a peep show for Polly 
before her operation. Polly had forgotten about them since her new life 
began, and the Browns had been almost totally unaware of Polly's existence, 
being too wrapped up in each other to notice their neighbors. On this 
particular Saturday afternoon, however, the Browns at last had some 
attention to spare. They had made love half the night, again in the morning 
when they woke up, and once more after breakfast. For the time being, the 
young couple were fagged out and sated, a very unusual state of affairs for 
them. While Brent watched a football game on television, Sue was in the 
kitchen preparing a snack. The nubile little bride hummed contentedly to 
herself while she made the ham sandwiches, feeling the' proud soreness of 
her cunt. God, that Brent was something else! She knew, blissfully, that she 
had married a real stud. 

On a tray Sue put the sandwiches, a bowl of potato chips, and two bottles of 
beer, then carried the tray out to the living room where her husband was 
lounging on the sofa in front of the set. There she stopped abruptly. Brent 
was looking very peculiar. 

The set was on, the game in progress-indeed, Brent's favorite college team 
was on first down with goal to go-but Brent wasn't looking at the screen. He 
was leaning slightly to one side, looking beyond the TV set, his eyes wide 
and fixed as if he had been hypnotized. His mouth hung open. Sue stared at 
him in sudden fear, wondering if he'd had a stroke. 

"Brent?" she squeaked. 

"Honey-" he began, but his voice came out in a hoarse croak. He cleared his 
throat and tried again. 

"Honey, come here very slowly and quietly." He didn't look at her. His eyes 
remained wide and fixed, just as before. 

Sue put down the tray and came to sit beside him on the couch, eying him 
worriedly. Brent slowly lifted his arm and pointed towards the wide picture 
window of their living room. "Look," he whispered. "The place right across 
from us." 

Sue looked, then gasped. 

It was getting dark now, and as neither the Browns nor Polly Perkins had 
closed their drapes, the scene in Polly's apartment was easily viewed by her 
neighbors. What Sue and Brent saw was Polly sucking Mickey's cock, while 
Bobby and Tommy, who had now removed their clothes, stood close by grinning 
and watching. 

"Oh, God," breathed Sue. "It's not a rape, is it?"- 

"Nope," croaked Brent. "I've been watching for maybe fifteen minutes now, 
and it's all voluntary. That woman is really digging it and, needless to 
say, so are the kids." 

"Bastard," Sue said, cuddling close to him to watch, "why didn't you call me 
sooner?" 

Brent chuckled, too, and slipped an arm around her shoulders. "Oh, I thought 
you'd be shocked." 

"Bullshit," said Sue, laying her hand on his thigh. As the couple watched in 
total fascination, Mickey came in Polly's mouth. Though the Browns could 
hear nothing, it was apparent to them what was happening. Polly tossed her 
head back, opening her throat, and Mickey's face went red with the joy and 
effort of orgasm, his slim hips jerked with savage speed, and he bared his 
teeth in a cry of pleasure as he shot his cum into her receptive mouth. 

"Oh, wow," Brent said. Sue could feel him sweating with excitement as she 
snuggled against him. She was excited, too, by the fantastic scene in the 
neighboring apartment: she felt a hot little puddle of cunt juice in the 
crotch of her panties. Now as they watched, Polly lay down on the carpet, on 
her back, smiling blissfully and spreading her legs, surrendering her 
beautiful body to the three boys, who suddenly swarmed over her like eager 
puppies. Bobby and Tommy began fondling and sucking her huge tits, while 
Mickey wriggled between her legs and began licking her clit. Polly's face 
became a twisted mask of sensual pleasure. 

"Oh, Jesus," wheezed Brent, "too much!" 

Sue snuck a quick glance at him and saw that his face was beet red, an 
infallible sign of arousal in him. Turning back to the scene in Polly's 
apartment, for she didn't want to miss a moment of it, Sue slyly slipped her 
hand onto her husband's crotch and was not surprised to find that he had an 
enormous bulging erection. Blindly she fumbled with his fly and lifted out 
the hot stiff meat, wrapping her fingers around it, pumping it 
mischievously. 

Meanwhile, Mickey's face had entirely disappeared between Polly's legs, and 
it was clear from the woman's heaving chest and bared teeth that he was 
giving her intense pleasure with his tongue. Polly reached out with 
trembling hands and seized the limp dangling cocks of Bobby and Tommy, began 
petting and pumping them. The two boys exchanged happy grins. 

"Honey . ... " Brent, without taking his eyes from the peep show, began to 
fumble with Sue's panties. She anticipated his need, slipping off her 
panties and climbing backwards onto his lap. The hot thick head of his cock 
nosed deliciously between her legs, caressing the slick pulp of her labia. 

She sighed loudly. "Not blocking your view, am I?" 

"No," panted Brent, "I can see over your head. Put it in, quick!" 

Sue chuckled, reached between her legs, and seized his red-hot turgid dick. 
She plunged the bloated head into her small but receptive cunt, and she and 
her husband moaned loudly as his long erect penis slid slowly, deliciously, 
all the way into her. Brent placed sweaty hands firmly on her waist and 
began moving her up and down on his fiery stiff impalement. Sue whined and 
wriggled and creamed. "Ooooo, fuck me, fuck me, baby!" she crooned. 

"Hey, honey." Brent's voice sounded a little distracted even as he continued 
to ball her. "Ummm?" she sighed. 

"Just occurred to me," he muttered, beginning to hump her faster. "If we can 
see them, they can see us." 

Sue thought it over. Then she said, "So who gives a shit?" 

"Not me," Brent said. "Now that you mention it, I don't really care. I-" 

"Oh, Brent!" she moaned. "Shut up and ball me!" 

He chuckled again, and then there was silence except for the soft lewd 
squishing noise of his thick cock in her tiny hot cunt, and the announcer's 
voice blaring from the TV: "It's a touchdown, folks! They've scored!" 

"Damned right!" moaned Brent, shooting his cum into his writhing, howling 
little wife . ... 

Brent Brown's guess was correct: Polly could see them as well as they could 
see her. As the three eager little boys swarmed over her, Mickey stiffly 
tonguing her cunt, Tommy and Bobby sucking her nipples while she played with 
their stiffening little cocks, Polly happened to glance out the window, and 
got the shock of her life. The young couple across the way, the newlyweds on 
whom she'd spied so often, were now watching her! And not only were they 
watching her and the boys with obvious excitement-they were fucking while 
they watched! 

For a moment Polly was filled with shame and indignation. But then she 
thought, what the hell, what does it matter? She had watched them often 
enough, it was only a fair exchange. And she was glad they were enjoying 
themselves. Her own pleasure was so great that she felt benevolent toward 
the whole world, wanted everyone to be happy. And what could possibly be 
nicer than having three handsome boys eagerly playing with her body, three 
adorable little cocks to fondle and suck? Polly winked at the young couple, 
but they didn't notice it. 

"Hey, could we fuck you now?" Bobby was saying eagerly. "I've got another 
hard-on, and so does Tommy." 

Polly looked and discovered the boy wasn't lying. In fact as Mickey raised 
himself to have a look, too, she saw that all three boys were sporting bold 
stiff little white cocks that nuzzled their bellies and pointed straight at 
the ceiling. Polly was pleased and excited. Now that all her inhibitions had 
vanished, she wanted desperately to fuck. But she just didn't know which boy 
to choose first. Crazily, she wanted them all at once. 

"Boys" she said, "you'll just have to toss a coin to decide who'll be first. 
I can't make up my mind." 

But in suggesting this peaceful solution, she had reckoned without the 
urgency of young male horniness. Far from tossing a coin, the teenagers 
glared at each other and clenched their fists, making it clear that the 
strongest would win. And since they appeared to be of roughly equal 
strength, Polly feared a bloody fight. 

"Wait, boys!" she cried, holding up her hands for them to stop. "I'll think 
of something!" 

And she did. It came to her-suddenly, fiendishly-how she could enjoy and 
satisfy all three boys at once. Grinning slyly, her pussy creaming in hot 
excitement, Polly got onto her hands and knees, her big long tits swaying 
heavily beneath her. 

"Come here, Tommy," she purred to the flushed blonde boy. "Get underneath me 
and fuck me." 

Tommy grinned delightedly and hurried to obey her, but Bobby and Mickey 
broke into scowls of disappointment. "Why him?" whined Mickey. "I found your 
first!" 

"Be patient, dear," said Polly. "Nobody's going to be left out." 

By now Tommy had crawled underneath her, his grinning face brushed and 
tickled by her long lolling tits, and was making an effort to poke his stiff 
little dick in her cunt, but being totally inexperienced, he was unable to 
find his target. Polly laughed, seized his little poker, and fitted it 
securely into the creaming mouth of her vagina. 

"Now, just push, darling," she cooed. 

Tommy obeyed, and the resulting sharp and sudden penetration made Polly gasp 
with delight. Obeying blind instinct, the boy began to pump his cock 
swiftly, almost savagely, in her pulpy hotness, while his two friends looked 
on longingly and enviously. 

"Oh, man, oh, man," crooned Tommy, closing his eyes in ecstasy, "too much! 
Ahhhh!" 

When she was certain that the boy was firmly lodged, Polly looked up and 
leered at Bobby. "Come here, Bobby, darling," she purred, "and stand behind 
me. Then I'll tell you what to do." 

Both Bobby and Mickey looked alert and bursting with curiosity as the 
dark-haired boy obeyed her command. What was Miss Perkins up to? Whatever it 
was, it'd be wild, that was for sure. Bobby stood behind her, between her 
legs and Tommy's, and waited for her instructions. All the while he could 
see Tommy's stiff white shaft pumping furiously in and out of Polly's 
hair-fringed cunt. 

Polly was just a little hesitant about the next step. No man had ever 
entered her anally before, not even with a finger, and she hoped it wouldn't 
be painful. But she reasoned that Bobby's half-grown prick wouldn't stretch 
her too much. And she had to find a place for him! 

"All right, darling," she said huskily, "now stick it in my ass!" 

Bobby gasped with surprise, and no doubt with some shock, and Mickey 
tittered. But the boy did as she commanded, respecting her superior 
knowledge. Polly shivered and moaned as she felt his hot stiff little tool 
snaking slowly into the untried depths of her ass-hole. It felt wonderful, 
every bit as good as Tommy's hammering cock in her cunt. And obviously Bobby 
enjoyed it, too. 

"Ahhhh!" he sighed, seizing her hips to steady himself. "Great! So hot and 
tight!" He, too, began humping her, and through the thin membrane which 
separated ass and cunt, he could feel Tommy's penis sliding to its separate 
goal. 

"Great," said Mickey irritably, "but what about me? What am I supposed to 
so, just stand here and twiddle my thumbs?" 

"No, dear," gasped Polly, the delicious double fucking was giving her such 
dizzying pleasure that she could hardly think, let alone talk, "come and 
stand in front of me, and I'll take care of you." 

Mickey obeyed quickly, getting the idea right away. Grinning, flushing with 
arousal, he came to stand in front of Polly, seized her shoulders for 
support, and maneuvered his stiff little dick so that the cream-oozing tip 
rubbed her lips. Feverishly she licked it all up, cleaning her lips and the 
moist red glans of his cock. Then she fastened her lips around the stiff 
meat and slowly but firmly drew it into the wet furnace of her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah!" wailed Mickey. "Suck my cock, Miss Perkins! YEAH!" 

Stuffed at all orifices, supremely happy, Polly worked her lovely body 
skillfully to bring all three howling boys toward their desperately needed 
cums.... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was half an hour later, and the boys had gone. Polly glanced out the 
window at the neighbors' apartment and saw that they, too, had retired from 
the scene, perhaps to sleep off their voyeuristic orgy. She was all alone. 
The taste of boyish cum lingered on her lips, and as she lay exhausted on 
the carpet, rivulets of cum and cunt juice oozed from her anus and vagina. 
Never in her life, she thought dizzily, would she be so thoroughly fucked 
again. So why wasn't she happy? Wasn't this what she'd dreamed of, back in 
those terrible lonesome days before her operation? Hadn't she promised 
herself that when she was no longer ugly, she'd get herself fucked silly? 
Well, she'd done it, but now that her passion had passed, all she felt was 
shame and deep disgust for herself. 

Polly forced herself to get up and take a shower. She smelled like kid 
sweat, she needed to be fresh again. But she couldn't rid herself of the 
terrible feeling of shame. Was she such a glutton for sex that she had to 
seduce little boys? Couldn't she have the decency to wait for a man her own 
age? As she toweled off after her shower, Polly knew she was going to go on 
browbeating herself all evening unless she found some distraction. It might 
be best to get out of the apartment and go to a movie. 

She thumbed through the evening paper but found that most of the movies in 
town were X-rated or R-rated and steeped in sex. That was the last thing she 
needed! She had to get her mind off sex entirely, if only for a few hours. 
Finally she found an ad for a horror movie-something about giant cockroaches 
invading Tokyo-which seemed to fit the bill. After all, she thought, what's 
sexy about a cockroach? She dressed and left the apartment, still feeling 
exhausted and depressed. 

In the hallway she encountered Walter the janitor sweeping the floors, and 
she greeted him listlessly. 

"Good evening, Miss Perkins," he said, straightening up to look at her. 
Then, "Say, are you feeling all right? You look awfully pale." 

Polly hung her head, hiding her guilty expression. Yes, she thought 
bitterly, I suppose fucking three kids in one afternoon will make you pale. 
"I'm all right, thank you, Walter," she replied. "Just a little tired, 
that's all." 

"Too bad you have to go out, then," he said. "You should stay home and 
rest." 

She smiled bleakly at him. She'd never really looked at Walter before, even 
though he'd been the janitor in her building for the three years she'd lived 
there. She knew he was a middle-aged man who had some other kind of job 
during the day, maybe it was clerking or accounting, and who moonlighted as 
a janitor, but she had no idea why he needed two jobs. No doubt to support 
the wife and kiddies. Although Walter was a big, bearish man, he looked as 
if he could be easily intimidated; perhaps his wife badgered him into buying 
her more things than one job could pay for. Poor Walter, she thought. 

"You're very kind," she told him, "but really, I'm all right. Good night." 

"Good night, Miss Perkins. Don't stay out too late." 

As Polly continued down the hall, Walter watched her with concern and 
longing. He had always-liked Miss Perkins, even when she was homely, but 
since her operation she'd become the girl of his dreams. Walter was going to 
be forty this year, and up to now he'd had only one dream in his life, to 
save his money and buy a little farm far away from the dirt and noise and 
violence of the city. He'd promised himself to do this by the time he was 
forty, and he was going to make it, thanks to having two jobs. But the dream 
would have been improved by the addition of a female companion. Painfully 
shy, Walter had never had a steady girl friend, let alone a wife. He had 
resigned himself to finding sexual release with prostitutes or by lonely 
masturbation. But every time he saw Polly, he felt a surge of hope and 
daring. He could tell she wasn't happy. Maybe she, too, had a dream of 
getting away from it all. Why shouldn't he ask her to marry him, to go with 
him to his farm? All she could do, at worst, was say no. And if she said yes 
... ! Walter sighed. No, it was an impossible dream. She was beautiful, he 
was drab and uninteresting. 

Yet Walter, who had powerful and insistent sexual needs, could not dismiss 
the fantasy of holding Polly naked in his arms, making love to her, feeling 
her lovely long legs wrapped around his waist as she happily submitted to 
him. Again he sighed as he went back to sweeping the floor. Hell, he told 
himself, you only live once, you have to take some chances! He would 
approach her tomorrow, Sunday. Somehow he would overcome his timidity.... 

The movie was halfway over, and the giant cockroaches had trampled and 
devoured most of Tokyo, before Polly noticed the little man. She'd been 
vaguely aware that someone was sitting next to her in the dark theater. In 
fact when she chose her seat, she'd scrutinized him and decided he was 
harmless. But then she'd forgotten him. Now she could hear him breathing 
quite loudly, feel his warm thigh pressing tentatively against hers. Shit, 
thought Polly, aren't I safe anywhere? 

When she'd entered the theater, she'd found the back rows of seats crammed 
with teenage couples who were already kissing and groping each other even 
before the lights went out. She couldn't possibly sit in that section if she 
wanted to take her mind off sex. The front sections were filled with 
squirming little kids who would be jabbering, throwing popcorn, and kicking 
the seats all through the move, so that section was out, too. Polly chose 
the middle section, left side, with the supposed "adults", taking a seat 
next to a frail-looking, balding middle-aged man with rimless glasses who 
looked as if his own shadow would scare him. She had felt quite safe there. 

Now she found, to her disgust and annoyance, how wrong she'd been. The 
little man had been inching closer to her throughout the movie, and now at 
last he'd found the courage to press thighs. Polly angrily jerked her leg 
away and turned to glare at him in the dim light. He hung his head and 
seemed to shrivel up. She turned back to the movie, satisfied that she'd 
eliminated this menace. Yet not a minute had passed before she heard the 
loud quick breathing again, and then his sweaty hot little hand planted 
itself firmly on her stockinged thigh, moving swiftly up beneath her 
minidress and coming to rest, trembling but determined, on the humid crotch 
of her panties. 

This time when she turned to him, Polly didn't glare, She gawked in 
disbelief. The nerve of the man! He flashed her a sly little smile, and she 
felt his finger wriggling under the lacy material of her panties and 
burrowing suggestively into the moist fleshy folds of her labia. She was so 
astonished that for a moment she could not find words to express her 
indignation. 

"What the hell--? " she croaked. Then she gasped in a sudden burst of 
pleasure as his mischievous stiff little finger wriggled into her cunt. 
Taking advantage of her helplessness, he then inserted a second finger, 
impaling her firmly, and began to pump, imitating the stiff thrusts of a 
penis, and all the while grinning wickedly at her in the dark. 

Polly simply couldn't help it, it felt too good to resist. Her mind 
protested, but her body reveled in his naughty finger play. With a sigh, she 
sluched in her seat and opened her legs wider, letter him get his fingers 
deep inside her. The little man sighed, too, and moved closer to her, 
pressing thighs and using his free hand to play with her tits. Polly leaned 
back, resting her head on the seat, and watched the movie through slitted 
eyes, vaguely seeing a whirl of color and occasionally a giant cockroach or 
two. She lost the thread of whatever plot there was, and soon she was aware 
of nothing but his deliciously probing fingers in the juicy depths of her 
vagina. Orgasm rocketed through her, shaking her body, and she clapped a 
hand to her mouth to stifle her cries of delight. Her cunt contracted 
violently around the man's thrusting fingers, creaming hotly and abundantly. 
Then she felt his fingers withdrawing. 

"Whore," he whispered harshly. "Slut." 

Well, if it makes him angry, she thought, why does he do it? She glanced at 
him and saw that, on the contrary, he was grinning happily. So that was his 
number: he liked to feel up women in order to humiliate them. "Jezebel!" he 
hissed, still grinning fiendishly. "Dirty harlot!" 

"Oh, go fuck yourself," said Polly coolly. 

He gawked at her, then glowered and rose abruptly from his seat, stepping 
deliberately on her foot as he squirmed past her and escaped from the 
theater. She saw that the fly of his trousers was wet, guessed that he had 
cum while taunting her. Wearily she thought, different strokes for different 
folks! She knew she should be ashamed of herself, but she was too washed out 
to care. It had been a long day. She didn't want to think about it now. She 
straightened her skirt, relaxed, and watched as the Japanese army 
annihilated the giant cockroaches, once again making the world safe for 
democracy and free enterprise. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Polly slept in late on Sunday morning, waking only when she heard the 
persistent ringing of the doorbell around noon. She moaned, pulled a pillow 
over her head, and tried to ignore the noise, but it went on and on. Finally 
she decided it must be an emergency of some sort, or the person would go 
away. My God, maybe the building was on fire! 

Polly leaped out of bed and staggered to the door, unthinkingly removing the 
chain lock before she saw who it was. She opened the door and was nearly 
knocked over as Mickey, Bobby, and Tommy rushed into the room, followed by a 
fat black dog of uncertain ancestry. As soon as she recovered her balance, 
she planted her hands on her hips and faced her intruders angrily. 

"Get out of here!" she cried. "I didn't invite you, and I don't want any of 
you in my apartment again!" 

"That wasn't what you said yesterday," Mickey said. The other two boys 
looked a little intimidated by her hostility, but not Mickey. She wondered 
if anything would scare this red-haired kid. 

"I don't care what I said yesterday," replied Polly coldly. "And whatever 
you've got in mind, you can just forget it. Get out of here right now! And 
take that disgusting mutt with you!" 

The plump black dog had trotted up to Polly and was sniffing her crotch. She 
pushed it away. 

Mickey laughed. "Aw, that's just my dog Blackie. He don't mean any harm. 
He's real friendly." 

"He's also disgusting," said Polly. "Now get out, all of you." 

The boys exchanged glances, and then Mickey nodded. Taking Polly utterly by 
surprise, they rushed her in a group, seizing her and dragging her to the 
bed. Eager grubby little hands stripped off her nightgown even as she 
twisted and fought. When she was naked, the three boys stood over her 
grinning and panting expectantly. 

"My God," gasped Polly, "how can I make you understand? The answer is no!" 

"But we ain't takin' no for an answer," Mickey said. "Why don't you stop 
fighting us? It won't do you no good. If you won't cooperate, we'll tell 
everybody what you did with us yesterday. How would you like that, Miss 
Perkins?" 

Polly moaned and rolled over on her stomach to hide her face from the 
leering boys. What could she do? She couldn't bear the disgrace if they told 
on her. Everyone would know she was a lusty slut who seduced little boys. 
Yet she wanted desperately to get out of this relationship with Mickey and 
his friends. It was degrading and humiliating; it was sick. Trapped in her 
dilemma, seeing no way out, she simply lay on her bed and sobbed quietly, 
listening to the excited breathing of the three teenagers as they shucked 
then-clothing. 

"Remember," Mickey was saying, "we tossed for it this time, and I'm first." 

"Right," said Tommy, "and I'm second. But hurry, man, my cock feels ready to 
burst!" 

"Mine, too," sighed Bobby, "and I have to be last." 

"Okay, okay," said Mickey impatiently, "I'll do my best. You guys be ready 
to hold her if she starts to fight." 

But it wasn't necessary to hold Polly. She had resigned herself to whatever 
happened, seeing no way out of it. Let them gratify their lusts on her 
passive body, and then later, when they left, she would decide what to do. 
Right now she was too shaken and distressed to think clearly. 

She heard Mickey panting, felt him climbing onto her back, his slim body 
hard and sweaty. When he lay full length on top of her, his face came only 
to her shoulder blades. She felt his sharp hot little penis nosing eagerly 
between the folds of her buttocks. 

"I'm gonna try it the way you let Bobby do it yesterday," he whispered 
triumphantly. "That looked like fun. I'm gonna poke it in your ass. 

Polly said nothing at first. But when he had fitted the swollen head of his 
rigid tool into the tightly clenched opening of her anus, she started and 
yelped. It wasn't like yesterday, when Bobby had fucked her there. Then she 
had been willing and yielding. Now she was closed and resistant and it was 
sharply painful as Mickey panted and pushed to enter her. 

"Please, no!" she shrieked. "It hurts!" 

"Bullshit!" snarled Mickey. "You let Bobby do it, and you liked it! So just 
shut up!" 

Polly sobbed and wailed helplessly as Mickey succeeded at last in burying 
his stiff rod all the way to the root. She felt as if a red hot poker had 
been rammed up her ass. He wasn't at all gentle about it, and the harder he 
thrust, the louder she cried. But as she looked pleadingly at Tommy and 
Bobby, who stood beside the bed watching, she saw not a trace of sympathy in 
their eyes. She was merely an object to them, a creature without feelings, a 
body to play with. This is what I've done to them, she thought miserably. By 
submitting to them, I've made them into unfeeling little monsters.... 

Blessed relief came in the form of numbness after Mickey had sawed away for 
a minute or so. Polly lay whimpering as he humped her, and at last she felt 
him shiver, heard him gasp, and her narrow ass-hole was flooded with his hot 
cum. She sighed as he withdrew his shriveled prick. 

"Okay, Tommy, your turn," he said. "How're you gonna do it to her?" 

She could hear the breathless excitement in Tommy's voice as he replied. 
"Gee, I'd really like to try it like you did yesterday, Mickey! I mean, 
shooting in her mouth." 

Mickey laughed. "So do it!" 

But Tommy hesitated. "Well, I dunno. She might bite me. I mean, she already 
said she doesn't want us-" 

"I'll take care of that," said Mickey brusquely. "Roll over!" he commanded 
Polly. 

She did, and then she yelped with pain as he suddenly pinched a rosy red 
nipple between his fingers. "You be nice to Tommy, understand?" he growled. 
"No biting, or I'll bite you right here!" Polly nodded vigorously and gave a 
sob of relief as he let go of her tender nipple. She feared Mickey more than 
the other boys. He seemed utterly without tenderness or sympathy. Now he 
turned to his friend and said, "Okay, man, she's all yours. You do whatever 
you want, and I'll make sure she behaves." 

Tommy wasn't entirely reassured. Slowly, blushing and hesitating, he climbed 
onto the bed with Polly, searching her face for signs of hostility. But she 
remained passive and expressionless. Tommy straddled her and seated himself 
on her cushiony breasts, his plump little balls nestling into her cleavage. 
Then he took his bloated prick in his hand and gingerly placed the 
cream-oozing tip on her full lips. He blushed again and cleared his throat, 
apparently unable to proceed any further without her encouragement. 

Polly sighed and opened her mouth. Might as well get if over with, she 
thought. Strange that yesterday it had excited her to suck off young cocks, 
but today she felt complete indifference. Now Tommy smiled happily and 
pushed his stiff little penis inside, onto the slick hot surface of her 
tongue, and she closed her mouth again and began to suck him mechanically, 
without enjoyment. She did it well, making the fit tight and juicy, sucking 
him swiftly and vigorously, but her only aim was to bring him off as quickly 
as she could. After that she would have only Bobby to take care of, and then 
they would leave her alone. Oh, God, she thought listlessly, how did I ever 
get involved in a mess like this? All these giggling little kids-it's 
insane! I need a man, a real man! 

"Ahhhh! Great!" moaned Tommy, who had closed his eyes and was gently rocking 
his small ass on her tits as he fed her his cock. "This is just as good as 
fucking!" 

Again the giggling and tittering from the other two boys. Polly tried to 
ignore it. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she caught movement, a 
black flash, and then she was aware that Blackie the dog had trotted over to 
see what was going on. He put his forepaws up on the bed and looked right at 
Polly, his moist brown eyes gleaming with curiosity. She made a face-as well 
as she could when her mouth was stuffed with cock-and the dog, sensing her 
hostility, gave a low growl and moved away. He wasn't gone for long, 
however. Too many things excited and attracted him. He saw the way his 
master and his friends were drawn to the woman on the bed. He heard their 
lusty breathing, scented their odor of arousal. But what lured him most of 
all was the powerful delicious scent coming from between the woman's legs. 
It spelled sex, rutting, to the fat little dog and made him tremble with 
longing. The hair stood up on the back of his neck, he wagged his tail 
frantically, and then, unable to restrain himself, he leaped onto the bed 
and burrowed eagerly between Polly's legs. 

"UUMMMPPFFF!" exclaimed Polly, her mouth still full of Tommy's swift-poking 
little prick. Somebody was licking her cunt and doing a damned nice job of 
it. She would have loved to relax and enjoy it, but the problem was, she 
didn't know who was doing it, and that bothered her. It couldn't be Tommy, 
and it wasn't Bobby or Mickey, either-they were still standing there beside 
the bed, grinning. The little bastards! Had they let yet another boy in on 
the fun? Then she had her answer. She saw that Mickey and Bobby were no 
longer watching Tommy's performance. Instead they were looking between her 
legs, sniggering and nudging each other. 

"Jeez," tittered Bobby, pointing, "Look at that! Blackie's licking her 
cunt!" 

Blackie! The dog! Polly froze. This was too much, she simply couldn't allow 
it. She prepared herself for resistance, but just at that moment Tommy 
whined, trembled, and shot his load into her throat. She was kept busy 
swallowing his cum in order not to choke on it. Only when the panting boy 
had crawled off her was she able to speak. Red in the face, pointing 
indignantly at the busy dog between her legs, she snapped, "Get him off me! 
I will NOT put up with this!" 

"Okay, okay, keep your shirt on," growled Mickey. He picked up the dog and 
set him down on the floor. "No, no Blackie," he chided. The chubby black dog 
tucked his tail between his legs and trotted off to a neutral corner. 

"My turn now!" Bobby nearly squealed his delight. "I didn't get to fuck her 
yesterday, so that's what I'm gonna do!" Stiff as it was, his little white 
cock bounced as he jumped up and down in his excitement. 

"Then go to it, buddy!" Mickey said, clapping him on the back. 

Bobby dove for her, and Polly wearily opened her legs, hoping his intense 
excitement would make him blast off quickly. The sweaty young boy burrowed 
happily between her soft thighs, jabbed his prick swiftly and blindly in her 
labial silk, and at last, with a lucky shot, managed to bury himself to the 
hilt in her snug hot cunt. He sighed deeply, buried his face in her 
mountainous breasts, and began to hump her. 

"Ahhhhh!" he whined. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh!" 

This was something Polly could almost enjoy. 

Fed up and disgusted as she was, weary of the boys and their sadistic little 
games, she couldn't help catching some of their erotic excitement, and she 
admitted to herself that a good hard fuck would be nice right now. But not 
with Bobby. For one thing he was the enemy: she was determined not to let 
herself go with these boys again, not to give them the satisfaction of 
arousing her. And for another, his cock simply wasn't big enough. It was 
stiff, all right, and he was using it the way she liked it, thrusting deep 
and hard and fast. But somehow it wasn't enough She found herself writhing 
with frustration, longing for a man-sized penis. If only she could overcome 
her fear of adult males, find a lover who could really satisfy her! 

"AHHHHH!! " Bobby wailed his joy as he came to quick and violent orgasm, 
jetting his cum into her in swift shallow jabs. Then he rolled off her, and 
Polly breathed a sigh of relief. Her ordeal was over, the boys would leave 
now. She was nearly shaking with horniness, but she could solve that problem 
with her vibrator after they'd gone. All she wanted now was to be left 
alone. 

"Blackie! No!" 

Mickey was yelling as the dark shape shot through the air. Unable to contain 
his powerful need, the little dog had returned to the source of the exciting 
female scents as soon as the place was vacated by Bobby. He leaped onto the 
bed, wriggled between Polly's legs, and began eagerly lapping up the oozing 
cunt juices and boy cum that streamed from her vagina. His tongue was hot 
and stiff, and Polly felt a little twinge of pleasure even as she loudly 
protested his attack. 

"Get him off me!" she shouted. "I won't have this! Take your damned dog and 
get out of my apartment, all of you!" 

When his dog had first jumped on her, Mickey had looked apologetic. But now, 
as Polly protested, his freckled face twisted with spite. He didn't like to 
be ordered around, especially by a woman. 

"Take him off yourself," he sneered. "I don't wanta spoil his fun." 

"You filthy little creep!" hissed Polly. She glared at Mickey, hating him, 
but knew he was determined to humiliate her, that she would get no help from 
him or his friends. Blushing, she bent to seize the eagerly lapping dog, 
gripping his shoulders and trying to push him away. But Blackie wouldn't 
budge. He dug his claws into the bed, growled menacingly, and held his 
ground. Fearing he would bite her in that most tender of places, Polly 
sobbed loudly and let go of him. 

"Please," she wept, "don't let him do this to me! Please take him away!" 

Mickey showed no mercy, but his friends looked a little worried. "Jeez, 
Mickey," said Bobby, "maybe we should make him quit. I mean, it's going a 
little too far, don't you think?" 

"Yeah," said Tommy, "we didn't bring your dog here to get laid!" 

"Why not?" said Mickey quite calmly". They all gawked at him, even Polly, 
while an evil and leering expression came over his freckled face. "Yeah, why 
not?" he went on, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Dogs like to get 
laid, too, don't they? As long as we're here, why shouldn't Blackie have 
some fun?" 

Tommy and Bobby snickered, and the former said wonderingly, "You really mean 
it, Mickey? Could you get Blackie to fuck her?" 

"It'd be fun to find out!" Mickey said. 

Polly Couldn't believe her ears. As if he hadn't humiliated her enough 
already, Mickey now proposed to make her submit to his dog! 

"Oh, no," she croaked, rolling over onto her stomach and preparing to flee, 
"oh, no, that's one thing you won't make me do!" Blackie, deprived of his 
pleasure, whined and howled. 

"Hold her!" Mickey hissed. 

Polly moved, but she wasn't quick enough. The boys were on her, the three of 
them grasping her arms and legs, holding her so she couldn't move. 
Ironically they had caught her exactly in the posture of a receptive bitch, 
on all fours with her ass raised. She sobbed and protested, to no avail. 

"Come on, boy!" called Mickey. "Come on, Blackie!" 

Puzzled, the fat black dog waddled over to where Polly was being held. He 
sniffed her crotch and began licking again, but Mickey pulled him away. "No, 
boy! You can do better than that!" While his friends held the sobbing woman, 
Mickey picked up his pet and mounted him behind Polly, so that the dog's 
forepaws rested in a furry embrace on her hips and his dark loins touched 
her creamy pungent slit. "Go, boy, go!" Mickey said. 

It took a moment for Blackie to get the idea. He whined, looked inquiringly 
at his master, and sniffed Polly's anus. Then very slowly but steadily his 
bright red gleaming dog-cock began to emerge from the fur of his belly. The 
boys gasped in admiration and wonder. For such a small dog, it was a very 
long, thick penis, and it was quite stiff. Again Blackie whined, this time 
with excitement, and then he began jabbing his canine prick frantically 
against Polly's pussy. Mickey laughed, seized the dog's penis, and guided it 
to the slitted mouth of her cunt. 

"OH, GOD, NO!" screamed Polly . ... 

 CHAPTER TEN 

In the basement of the apartment building, Walter the janitor was practicing 
a speech. He stood before the yellowed mirror in the employee's lavatory and 
tried to look dignified as he intoned, "Miss Perkins, I've admired you for a 
long time, and although what I'm about to say may sound a little unusual-" 

"Oh, hell," he broke off, turning away from the mirror, "I'm no good at 
speeches!" But how was he going to approach Polly, how to make her 
understand his feelings? Walter was ready to make his break away from the 
city. His farm was purchased and waiting, he'd give notice on both his jobs. 
The only thing lacking was a woman to go with him, and the only woman he 
wanted was Polly. But his painful shyness had always kept him from speaking 
to her except in casual greeting, and now he found himself terrified of 
approaching her with a proposal of marriage. 

Yet the alternative was a bleak and lonely life in the country, without a 
companion and without sex. Walter had had too much loneliness already, and 
he knew that once he left the city, he wouldn't even have prostitutes to 
solace his body's steady and powerful needs. He couldn't bear that. No, 
dammit, no matter how scared and timid he felt, he just had to speak to 
Polly, and he had to do it today! He'd forget the imagine speech he'd made 
up; he'd just tell her in plain words how he felt and what he wanted; but 
he'd never forgive himself if he didn't at least try. 

"Then that's that," Walter declared firmly to himself. Before his resolve 
could weaken, he marched to the elevator and pressed the button for Polly's 
floor. When the doors opened, he marched right down the hall to her room. He 
was about to ring the doorbell when he was stopped by strange noises coming 
from inside. 

What the hell? He could hear kids giggling, a dog whining and growling, but 
what really alarmed him was Polly's voice, muffled but weeping and 
protesting. He tried the door and found it locked, then fumbled in the 
pocket of his overalls for his master key. Silently he fitted it into the 
lock, and just as quietly he opened the door and looked inside. Then he 
froze. 

Walter had an unobstructed view of the action on the bed, the three giggling 
young boys holding Polly still while the fat black dog busily humped behind 
her. They were so absorbed in their fun that they didn't notice Walter come 
into the room, and for his part, he was unable to move or think. He simply 
couldn't believe what he saw. 

Strange, he had never given much thought before to Polly's sexuality. His 
knowledge of her had become mixed with his hundreds of fantasies about her, 
until he'd just assumed that she'd be fantastic in bed. But, really, he 
didn't know. And it was something he ought to consider carefully. What if 
she was frigid, or a Lesbian-anything was possible-or what if she was a 
nymphomaniac who would find herself incapable of fidelity? And how the hell 
had she gotten herself into her present predicament? It was clear that Polly 
wasn't enjoying the dog's attentions, but on the other hand, a woman didn't 
collect three teenage boys in her room for no reason at all. 

Walter decided that the smart thing to do was to conceal himself, observe 
and find out just what the score was. If the boys began doing anything that 
might really hurt Polly, he could step out and stop them, but for now he 
preferred to wait. There was a lot he could learn about the woman of his 
dreams, and he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed his first sight of 
her without her clothes. Tense with excitement, Walter silently concealed 
himself behind the table.... 

Meanwhile Polly was struggling with hysteria. She had passed beyond outrage 
and disgust, and now was wondering wildly what further humiliation the boys 
could possibly visit on her. Surely this was the ultimate, forcing her to be 
fucked by a dog, and yet she had the sinking feeling that they wouldn't be 
content, wouldn't leave her alone. And if that was so, she wanted to die. 

When she managed to think about it objectively, it wasn't unbearable. The 
dog's stiff cock wasn't large enough to hurt her, and, indeed, if it had 
belonged to a man, she might have enjoyed it, for 

Blackie probed her hard and fast, just the way she liked it best. But to get 
it from a dog! It was the wound to her pride and dignity that really hurt, 
especially since she was forced to have an audience of leering, tittering 
boys.... 

It had seemed an eternity since the dog climbed onto her, but in fact 
Blackie had no more endurance than an ordinary dog and came within a minute. 
Polly sobbed her relief as she felt his steaming cum flooding her cunt. Not 
disposed to linger for any human endearments, Blackie dismounted the instant 
he was satisfied, hopped off the bed, and found a comfortable place on the 
floor to lick himself before drifting into an innocent sleep. The boys let 
go of Polly, and she collapsed onto her stomach, weary beyond experience. If 
only they'd leave. . . ! 

"Jeez," chuckled Mickey, "that was really something, wasn't it? It got me 
all hot again!" 

"Me too!" chorused Bobby and Tommy. 

Oh, no, thought Polly. Was there no end to their recuperative powers? She 
glanced at the boys and saw that each of them sported a brand new erection, 
that they were eying her gorgeous body hungrily.... 

"Same order as before," commanded Mickey, the leader. "I get to be first." 

"Aw, hey, no!" squeaked Bobby. "That's not fair! I was last, so I ought to 
be first this time!" 

"He's right, Mickey," put in Tommy, "it's only fair. Unless-" His handsome 
young face suddenly brightened with a delighted grin. "Hey, I've got an 
idea! Why don't we do it like yesterday, when we all had her at once?" 

Happy shouts of agreement met this suggestion, and Mickey added, "Yeah, good 
idea. She really liked that. In fact, it was her idea." 

From his hiding place behind the table, Walter the janitor pricked up his 
ears. Here was a piece of new information. Apparently this wasn't the boys' 
first visit to Polly's apartment, and on another occasion she'd been more 
receptive. Walter didn't know whether to be pleased or not. He wanted a 
hot-blooded woman, but seducing a gang of little kids was something else. 
However, he decided to withhold judgment until he'd seen more.... 

Now Polly was speaking, her voice dull and weary. "Please, boys, no more 
today! I just don't feel up to it. Why don't you come back tomorrow evening 
when I've had a chance to rest?" 

"Oh, sure," said Mickey contemptuously, "and have you lock us out? Uh-uh, 
lady, we're not that dumb. We're gonna take whatever we can get, while it's 
still available. Right, guys?" 

There was a muttered chorus of agreement, and Polly saw to her dismay that 
Bobby and Tommy seemed to be getting as hard-hearted as Mickey. None of them 
cared any longer how she felt. They would use her mercilessly, and as long 
as she was outnumbered, there was nothing she could do about it. Yet once 
more she tried to appeal to their better natures. 

"Boys, you don't understand. I used to be very ugly, it was only recently 
that I had surgery on my face. Anyhow, all that time I never had any 
boyfriends, and I got very lonely. The day I cam home from the hospital, 
Mickey seemed attracted to me, and I-well, I lost control of myself with 
him. I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself. Then when he 
brought you two around, the same thing happened. I knew better, but I was 
weak. However, this business with the dog has brought me to my senses. What 
we're doing is wrong, perverted. It's bad for me, and bad for you. It must 
stop. You must leave now and not come back." 

Her desperate speech had no effect at all on the three boys, who only 
squirmed impatiently and eyed her lush body. But it had a profound effect on 
Walter. Now he knew everything he needed to know about her, the long years 
of ugliness and sexual starvation, the way her operation, instead of 
bringing her happiness, had precipitated an explosion of pent-up lust which 
she was bitterly regretting. He felt great pity for her, and he wanted to 
help her . ... 

"Aw, can that crap!" snapped Mickey as Polly came to the end of her speech. 
"Don't try to make excuses. You invited me to do it with you, and I don't 
intend to quit now. Let's go, guys, grab her!" 

The three boys lunged at her, and Polly wailed miserably as the grabbed her 
and held her still, readying her for yet another assault. All around her, 
stiff white little cocks flashed and threatened, as if in a nightmare. She 
sobbed loudly, pleaded, but they paid no attention. One hard little organ 
was poking into her cunt, another into her tender anus, and a third seeking 
entrance to her mouth. Then, suddenly, everyone froze. 

"That'll be enough," said Walter the janitor. His voice was controlled but 
decided as he stood in the center of the room, hands on hips, looking 
supernaturally large and powerful to the guilty boys. "Get dressed, boys," 
he said. "I want to talk to you." 

Polly sank into the bed, wishing she could disappear. What must the man 
think, catching her like this? How could she ever explain? She couldn't bear 
to look up at him, imagining the knowing leer in his eyes. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Under Walter's awesome stare, the boys dressed quickly, but even his 
superior strength and authority did not lessen their resentment at being 
interrupted in the midst of their fun with Polly. In particular, Mickey felt 
thwarted and rebellious. As he finished dressing, he faced the older man 
angrily. 

"I don't seen what makes this any of your business!" he snapped. "What right 
do you have to walk in onus and tell us what to do?" 

"I'm glad you asked that, sonny," replied Walter, smiling grimly, "because 
it gives me a chance to tell you exactly what I'm going to do if you don't 
follow my orders. The point is, the lady doesn't want you here, and I'm 
going to see that her wishes are respected. You'll leave now, all of you, 
and not come back, or I'll inform your parents and the juvenile authorities. 
Is that clear enough?" 

It was clear enough for Tommy and Bobby, who paled and fled out the door. 
But Mickey stood his ground. "Oh, yeah?" he cried. "Well I got ideas of my 
own, mister! If you send me away, I'll tell everybody I know that she 
started it. It was her idea in the first place! Just ask her whether or not 
she'd like THAT!" 

Walter held himself in check, though he wanted very much to slap this cocky 
kid. "I don't need to ask her," he said coldly. "I know what she wants. She 
wants you the hell out of her life. Now, get going, before I lose my temper 
and beat the shit out of you." 

This was an argument which got through to Mickey. Not at all impressed by 
the older man's arguments, he was thoroughly intimidated by his threat of 
physical punishment. He moved cautiously toward the door, as if fearing 
Walter might attack him anyway. 

"And take that mutt of fours, too," said Walter. 

"Here, Blackie!" called Mickey. The fat little dog trotted to his side. Then 
as Mickey slipped out the door, he turned for one last look at Polly 
Perkins, an expression of hatred twisting his freckled face. "I'll tell!" he 
hissed. "I'll tell everybody what you did!" 

Walter darted for him, but the boy was gone. They could hear him thundering 
down the stairs, the click of the little dog's claws right behind him. 

Polly began to sob. "Oh, God, he means it! He'll ruin my reputation! What am 
I going to do?" 

Through her tears she saw Walter looking at her, and although she could not 
quite define the expression in his eyes, she assumed it was contempt. After 
what he'd seen and heard, how could he possibly respect her or feel any 
sympathy for her? In his eyes she must be nothing but a slut! Especially 
since she was sitting in front of him stark naked! Polly blushed deeply and 
pulled the blankets over herself. 

Walter wished she hadn't done that. The peculiar expression on his face, 
which Polly had interpreted as hostility, was actually closer to a hungry 
leer. He'd tried to disguise it, but the sight of this beautiful woman naked 
was too much for him, he just couldn't help staring and longing. Now when 
she drew the covers over herself, it broke the spell. He had only a vague 
after-image of her huge perfectly shaped breasts, the soft curves of her 
torso, the sweet triangular patch of fuzz that guarded her secret parts. How 
badly he wanted her! Sighing, Walter moved a little closer to the bed and 
tried to find words to express himself. 

"I'm sorry," Polly was saying, as she hung her head, her long shining brown 
hair falling forward to shadow her face. "I shouldn't be asking you for 
sympathy. Under the circumstances, it was wonderful of you to protect me 
from those boys. I can hardly ask any more of you. Thank you, Walter, for 
doing that much." 

Walter was astonished. Had she never understood how he felt about her? After 
three years, had she never understood the look in his eyes? "Polly-Miss 
Perkins," he stammered, "you've got it wrong. I want to help you. I'm for 
you, not against you." 

She gawked at him in disbelief. "How can you be, Walter? After what you saw? 
Mickey told the truth, it was my idea in the first place, I mean to have an 
affair with Mickey. I didn't like it when he brought along the other boys, 
and then-" She blushed deeply-"that dog! But I didn't say no, either. And 
there were times when I enjoyed it." She was sobbing again, helpless and 
humiliated in her guilt. "No, Walter, I'm not innocent. It got out of hand, 
but it was my fault. I think you ought to know that before you say anything 
more about wanting to help me." 

"Polly-May I call you Polly?" 

"Of course," she said, hanging her head. 

"Well, Polly, I don't look down on you, believe me, I don't. I think I 
understand why you did what you did. But that's over now." But his words 
didn't help. 

"Is it?" she wailed. "Is it really over? I know Mickey-he'll keep his 
promise, he'll tell everyone! I'll lose my job, probably be thrown out of my 
apartment! I won't be able to look anyone in the face after this! No, 
Walter, it's not over, and I don't want you to get involved. You're too 
good, you don't deserve that kind of scandal...." 

"Too good." Walter almost laughed aloud at her innocent words. The only 
reason I'm good, he thought cynically, is that I've never had the chance to 
be bad. He thought of the hundreds of whores he'd patronized over the years, 
the lewd acts of sex he'd demanded from the depths of his pent-up needs, but 
of course that was all right, he was a man, and men are allowed to get away 
with a lot more than women. He thought of his endless, torturing fantasies, 
the way he undressed women with his eyes and imagined getting them into bed, 
but that, too, was okay, because nobody knew about it but him. The only 
difference between him and Polly was that she'd acted out her fantasies, had 
taken risks he was too timid to take. Despise her? No, he admired her. The 
only question was, could he make her love him? Could he turn her abundant 
sexual energies to his own service? If so, he would have found the wife of 
his dreams . ... 

Walter had never wanted to be married to the typical American housewife, a 
mincing little cutie whose chief interests in life were her house, her 
children, and grabbing her husband's paycheck to spend on clothes and 
cosmetics. No, he wanted a woman who had a deep and hungry interest in sex, 
in all the physical pleasures a husband and wife could enjoy together. But 
where to find such a woman? Was it an impossible dream? At work, many of his 
buddies complained about their wives-women who wore hair rollers and cold 
cream to bed, making themselves about as alluring as a lawn mower; women who 
were always "too tired"; women who consistently refused their husbands the 
most important element of marriage. That was not for Walter. Yet he had come 
perilously close, once, to marrying such a woman. He thought back twenty 
years and more, to the time he was a senior in high school, suffering from 
perpetual adolescent horniness . ... 

Then, as now, Walter was not popular with girls. He was big, clumsy, homely, 
and shy, and his few attempts to get dates had always been sneeringly 
repulsed. Then a new girl came to his high school. Her name was Gwen Barth, 
she came from a very poor family, she was keenly ambitious, and she was very 
pretty. Gwen sought at once to make her way into the most select and 
influential social circles at school, to be part of the clique formed around 
the cheer leaders and athletic heroes and class officers, but her ambitions 
were thwarted because she was a new girl and because she was poor. The rat 
race of high school social status is worse than anything in the so-called 
"real" world of business and the professions. Gwen Barth came face to face 
with this cruel fact-and fought back. Since none of the popular boys would 
date her, she turned to Walter. 

Walter was an excellent choice for the scheming Gwen. His parents were well 
off and highly respected in town, and although he was completely out of the 
social scene, he was liked and admired at school. He was also a pushover for 
Gwen. He became her key to the inner circle, her means of going to games and 
dances and parties with a suitable escort. 

Walter couldn't believe it at first when this beautiful girl took an 
interest in him, but he quickly became so infatuated with her that he could 
refuse her nothing. Any place Gwen wanted to go, they went, and anything she 
wanted to do, they did. Her big blue eyes, her golden curls, the pert 
outline of her softly jiggling little tits under her tight sweater, all of 
it turned him to jelly. He became her slave, her puppy dog. In return, Gwen 
was minimally polite to him, but Walter was blinded to her indifference. In 
fact, he'd assumed they were in love. Why else, he naively asked himself, 
would Gwen have chosen me over more handsome and popular boys? 

He began to weave fantasies about her: if she was in love with him, then 
surely she wouldn't refuse him if he tried to make love to her. Walter felt 
this was logical, but it was a long time before he gathered enough courage 
to try. It was late spring, the night after a football dance, when he 
finally made his move. Instead of driving Gwen directly home, Walter parked 
by the river-a favorite necking spot for the local teenagers-and turned to 
her with a feverish look of longing in his eyes. 

"Walter," Gwen said impatiently, "why are we stopping here? I want to go 
home." 

"Well, ah, Gwen," he stammered, clumsily slipping one big arm around her 
shoulders, "I thought we could stop and, uh, talk for a while." 

She glanced at his circling arm as if it were a boa constrictor, then said 
coldly, "Talk about what? It's late, Walter, and I want to go home." 

"You don't have to be in for another hour," pleaded Walter. "And, gee, Gwen, 
we've been going together for six months now, and I've never even kissed 
you. See what I mean?" He knew he was blushing, and he was glad it was dark. 

Gwen saw what he meant. She was not an inexperienced girl, and she'd guessed 
that some day even the timid Walter would demand some return for his 
investment of time and attention. But she intended to give him as little as 
possible. 

"Very well, Walter," she said stiffly, "kiss me. And then take me home." 

Walter lunged at her like a horny bull, landed his mouth on her nose, and 
then succeeded in meeting his mouth with hers. Powerful lust surged inside 
him, and he could not control himself. He kissed her roughly, hungrily, 
digging his tongue deep into her mouth, and at the same time his bug hands 
fumbled over her ripe little body, fondling her waist, her thighs, her firm 
small breasts. Gwen endured it for exactly thirty seconds, then pushed him 
away. 

"All right, Walter," she said primly, "that's enough. Let's go." 

But it was just the beginning for Walter. He forgot his shyness, his good 
manners, even his fear of Gwen's anger. He threw himself on her again, and 
his greatly superior bulk almost smothered the small girl, sinking her down 
onto the seat of the car, covering her so that she couldn't wriggle away. 
Walter kissed her again., ignored her muffled protests, and pushed her 
sweater up over her pointy white bra. After some fumbling behind her back, 
he managed to unhook the bra and push it out of the way, too. He raised his 
head and looked at her sweet little tits, round and firm and delicately 
white in the dim moonlight. God, at last he was touching them! His huge 
hands cupped them, he marveled at their softness . ... 

"Walter, for heaven's sake!" Gwen's voice was shrill with indignation. "Stop 
this at once!" 

Walter said nothing, scarcely even hearing her. He planted his wet mouth on 
one rosy nipple and began to suck it greedily. Gwen gasped with shock and 
tried to push him away, but he Was far too heavy for her. Against the tender 
flesh of her mons, she felt the rapidly hardening line of his big cock, and 
for the first time, the girl felt real panic. Always, before, she had been 
able to control Walter, make him do anything she wanted. Now she sensed that 
he was beyond her control, that nothing she said would deter him from his 
mindless need. 

"Walter, please!" she shrieked. He didn't hear her. This was the closest 
Walter had come to a real, flesh and blood girl, the first time he'd 
actually tried to make love-and all he could think of now was completing the 
act. Gwen's tiny fists hammered at his face and shoulders, but he didn't 
even feel them. With a growl of lust, he pushed her skirt up to her waist 
and began tearing at her panties. Gwen fought desperately, but he seemed 
possessed of superhuman strength. She heard her panties tearing, felt cool 
air on her tender mons. Then the zipper of Walter's jeans, and then, worse 
than anything that went before, the long hard hot line of his penis as he 
jammed it between her tightly clenched thighs. Gwen clenched her teeth, kept 
her legs crossed, and pummeled him with her fists, all the while wondering 
desperately how she was going to get out of this predicament. Fortunately, 
Walter could not find the mark, which gave her some time to think. 

For Gwen could think quite coolly, even under these circumstances. She felt 
not an iota of pleasure or excitement. As far as Gwen was concerned, sex was 
merely something that men wanted and women had to put up with, when they 
were married. She knew that someday she would have to endure such attentions 
from a man, in order to keep her husband, and she was quite willing to make 
the sacrifice. All her young life was directed towards finding a wealthy 
husband and escaping from poverty and obscurity, and she would use sex as a 
weapon in this struggle, knowing it was the best weapon she had. But she 
didn't intend to put out for any man who hadn't obliged with a wedding 
ring.... 

Suddenly something occurred to Gwen. Walter's father was rich. That meant 
Walter would be rich some day. So why not marry Walter? He was as good as 
any prospect. "Walter!" she cried to the sweating, heaving boy. "Listen to 
me! This isn't right, we're not married! But, Walter, if we get married, you 
can fuck me as much as you like!" 

Walter stopped still. At first it was out of wonder, the wonder of hearing 
the word "fuck" roll off Gwen's tongue so easily. He hadn't even thought 
she'd known the word. Then the rest of her statement sunk in. He blushed and 
hung his head. She was right, of course. Gwen was a nice girl, a decent 
girl, so where did he get off, raping her, robbing her innocence? It was 
only proper that he marry her, if he wanted to enjoy her. And the sooner the 
better! Walter didn't stop to think whether he really wanted to live with 
Gwen for the rest of his life, whether he would be able to support her or 
not. He could only think of getting his needy cock into that hot little 
virgin cunt. But he knew he would have to pay the price. 

"All right, Gwen," he said, "I'll marry you." 

"That's a good boy," she purred, stroking his hair. 

He took her home then, and later jacked off in his bedroom to relieve his 
need. 

Gwen lost no time broadcasting their engagement. It was in the local 
newspaper, and the date was set for June, right after their high school 
graduation. Walter would not go to college after all, now that he was to 
support a wife. He would take a job in his father's factory, eventually work 
his way up to an executive position. Gwen reverted to her old manner, coolly 
ordering him around, taking his slavish attendance for granted. She did not 
allow him to neck with her-he would have everything, she told him, on their 
wedding night. It was this delicious promise that kept Walter going. 

And so he might have married her, had he not overheard the conversation. 
Sometimes Walter was a little absent-minded, and one day he went to pick up 
Gwen for a date which was actually for the next day. Consequently she wasn't 
expecting him. Gwen's mother told him Gwen was in the back yard with her 
girl friend Peggy, and that Walter should go right on out. Walter did, and 
the two girls didn't hear him coming. He stopped short when he heard what 
they were saying. 

"Oh, Gwen," Peggy was sighing, "getting married is so wonderful, but how can 
you stand-" She hesitated, then said, "I mean, Walter, for heaven's sake! 
What do you see in him?" 

Gwen giggled maliciously. "Money, of course! What else is there?" 

Peggy giggled, too, and said, "Not much! He's really a slob, you know? I 
mean, I know he's your fianc' and all, and I think you're real smart to pick 
a guy who'll inherit all that money, but physically, yecch! How can you 
stand to have him touch you?" 

"I can't," said Gwen grimly. "I can't stand to have any man touch me. But 
I'll just have to get used to it, that's all. It'll be worth it to get out 
of this rotten house and have some money for a change." 

"Oh, then you've never let him-" Peggy giggled. 

"You know!" 

"Oh, God, NO," Gwen replied in horror. "And he's not going to get much after 
we're married, either, I can tell you that!" 

At this point, Walter did the bravest thing he'd ever done in his whole 
life. He stepped forward, so the girls could see him, and said to Gwen, "The 
engagement is off, you lousy little bitch!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Gwen and Peggy gawked at him, their mouths hanging open, and Walter turned 
and talked out of the yard. He never spoke to Gwen again. As soon as he 
graduated from high school, he left town, refusing his father's financial 
help, resolved that never again would a woman pursue him for his money. 

No woman had. But none had pursued him for love, either. Walter had never 
had another girl friend after Gwen. He wasn't particularly sorry. The vast 
majority of girls he knew were too much like Gwen, out for the money and 
security and status of marriage, pretending to love their men when in fact 
they only wanted their paychecks. He was glad he'd escaped that trap. He and 
Gwen would be divorced by now, he'd be paying some fantastic alimony-no, he 
was well rid of her, and if all women were like her, then he'd just do 
without a woman. But hope had lingered, a dream that somewhere there existed 
a real woman, one who would love him for himself, one who would want 
passionately to make love to him, who wouldn't care how important he was or 
how much money he had. When he'd first met Polly Perkins, he'd dared to hope 
that she was such a woman. But up to now his terrible shyness had kept him 
from approaching her. 

Now she sat on her bed, beautiful and miserable, telling him that he was too 
good for her. Walter laughed aloud. "Polly," he said, "that's bullshit. 
Nobody is too good for a girl like you. I've admired you since the day we 
met, and I still admire you." 

Polly stared at him, tears streaking her lovely face. In her confusion, she 
lost her grip on the sheet, and it slipped down to reveal the long lolling 
globes of her magnificent tits with their red nipples. She didn't seem to 
notice. "Walter," she said slowly, as if stunned, "you mean you liked me 
even when I was ugly?" 

"Of course," he said and grinned, "why not? You were still a wonderful 
person. Your face didn't bother me, not nearly as much as it does now." His 
smile faded, and he said very seriously, "You see, Polly, when you were 
ugly, I stood a chance with you, because I'm ugly, too. But now ... well, I 
guess you could have just about any man you want. You don't have to settle 
for somebody like me." 

Polly blushed indignantly. "You talk about bullshit? THAT'S bullshit, 
Walter. What do you mean, settle for somebody like you? You're a wonderful, 
kind, intelligent man, and I'd be a fool if I rated men only on their looks. 
Looks mean nothing to me. I want a good man, and you're good, Walter." She 
saw him blush, and she said soothingly, "Come here, Walter. Come and sit 
with me, and let's talk. I really think we should get to know each other." 

And she meant it. She really didn't know him at all, but she wanted to. In 
the three years she'd lived in the building, she'd noticed Walter, thought, 
he was nice, but hadn't bothered to find out more about him, because she 
automatically assumed that, like all men, he wouldn't be interested in an 
ugly girl. Now things were different. Her heart pounded with excitement. Was 
it possible that right here, right under her nose, there existed the kind 
and gentle man of her dreams? She had despaired of ever finding such a man, 
even with her newly acquired beauty. The men on the streets, on the buses, 
in stores-all were leering, vile, and nasty, and it was obvious that they 
would want only one thing from her, the exploitation of her body. But with 
Walter she did not feel that fear, and she didn't want to run from him. She 
felt safe. She smiled now and patted the bed, and he came, blushing and 
awkward, to sit beside her. 

"I guess you know pretty much all there is to know about me," she said. 
"Sex-starved old maid, typical career girl who can't find a husband. But I 
don't know anything about you. Tell me about yourself, Walter." 

He smiled at her, encouraged by her warmth. "Well, Polly, I'm a sex-starved 
old bachelor who can't find a wife. So already we have that much in common. 
But there's something about me that I've never told anybody before. The 
reason I've worked two jobs all these years is because-well, I have kind of 
a crazy dream. I want to buy a farm, way out in the country, and live there 
the rest of my life. I've had it with the city. I want peace and quiet and 
simplicity, clean air, the chance to walk around whenever I want to without 
being mugged. All those country virtues. And now I've done it. I've finally 
saved the money, bought the farm. I'll be leaving in a few days." 

Polly's heart sank. So he would not be in her life after all. Why, oh, why, 
hadn't she made friends with him long ago, before it was too late? Still she 
said gently, "I don't think that's a crazy dream, Walter. I think it's 
wonderful, very smart and practical. I wish you luck." 

"Well, ah, Polly...." He reached out very timidly and took her hand. "Maybe 
you don't think that sounded crazy, but you'll sure think I'm nuts when I 
tell you the rest of it. You see, I want you to come with me. I want you to 
be my wife." 

Polly gawked at him. She was too overcome with happiness to reply, and 
Walter took her silence for refusal. He squeezed her hand, then let it go. 
"Yeah, I understand," he said, "and I don't blame you. A perfect stranger, a 
homely middle-aged man-what does a beautiful girl like you need with ME? Of 
course there are things I could offer you. If you came away with me, 
tomorrow, you wouldn't have to worry about that little fink Mickey telling 
on you. We'd be far away, you'd be safe. And of course you wouldn't have to 
work any more or worry about money. And I'd be very good to you, Polly, I 
promise you that. But," he sighed, "it's obvious that you could do a lot 
better than me." 

Polly gave a strangled cry and threw her arms around him, pulling him down 
next to her on the bed. Damn it, she couldn't seem to find her voice, but at 
least she could show by her gestures how she felt about him! She kissed the 
astonished Walter and ran her hands eagerly over his big solid body. Then, 
while he still gaped at her, she tugged off the covers and lay naked before 
him, her eyes burning in invitation. 

"Polly?" he said wonderingly. "I don't understand. You don't have to be nice 
to me just because you feel sorry for me. Hell, I can take no for an 
answer." 

At last Polly recovered her speech. "Oh, you big ape!" she said and laughed, 
throwing her arms around him again. "How can I make you understand? I love 
you! I want to go with you to your farm, I want to marry you!" 

"Oh, my gosh," stammered Walter. It had actually happened-his craziest, 
wildest dream had come true-yet he couldn't quite believe it. Even as he 
eagerly returned her embrace, fondling her long soft lovely body, he felt it 
was all too good to be true. There had to be a catch somewhere. Was she 
another Gwen? Was she only feigning passion, faking her love, in order to 
trap him into marriage? He had to know. Before committing himself, he had to 
find out if Polly Perkins was really the passionate, warm woman of his 
dreams. And he knew just how he wanted to find out. Already, with her 
luscious big tits rubbing suggestively against his chest, he was getting 
violently horny. Yes, he knew just how he wanted to test her.... 

"Polly," he said, easing himself down beside her, "Polly!" He ran his hands 
swiftly down her beautiful body, rejoicing in the silkiness of her skin, 
till he touched the soft little mound of fur between her thighs. She 
trembled but did not move away. How far would she go? Would she, like Gwen, 
stop him just short of fulfillment? Would she demand marriage as the price 
of her surrender? 

That would be the test. 

Walter slipped a finger between her furry lips of her mons and discovered 
the fat juicy bud of her clit. He caressed it, circling the hot little shaft 
with his finger, feeling the nub of flesh stiffen and cream. 

"Ooooo, Walter!" gasped Polly, holding him tighter. "That feels so good!" 

Encouraged, he seized the tiny moist clit between his fingers and began 
massaging it gently but insistently. Hot cream squirted from Polly's cunt to 
wet his hand. If she was faking her response, she was a damned good actress, 
that was all he could say! He moved on, mischievously caressing and 
palpitating the rosy slick folds of her labia, and Polly sighed deeply and 
opened her legs very wide to him, surrendering without hesitation. Oh, God, 
thought Walter, let this be for real, don't let her be just another 
cock-teaser! He slipped his probing finger into the tight juicy mouth of her 
vagina, eased it inside her narrow velvety tunnel, began to stroke . ... 

"Ahh, God!" whimpered Polly. "So good...." 

Then abruptly she twisted away from him, and his finger slipped out of her. 
That's it, he thought, end of show. That's all she's going to give me, she's 
no different from the others . ... 

But he was wrong. Her face flushed as with a fever, her eyes glistening, 
Polly began to claw at his clothing, undressing him as if there were not a 
minute to spare. Wonderingly, he assisted her, and when he was naked, she 
pushed him down on his back, scrambled between his long hairy legs, and 
seized his half erect penis . ... 

Polly couldn't believe her good fortune. It was the cock of her dreams, a 
good eight inches long and wonderfully thick even in its half-ready state. 
All her life she'd needed a cock like this, a hot pulsing length of meat big 
enough to stuff her cunt thoroughly, to arouse the mind-blasting orgasms she 
knew were buried in her and only waiting to be awakened. This was it, and to 
add to it all, that magnificent dick was attached to the finest man in the 
world. She had to have him, she could not let this man go. She wanted him 
urgently, as a husband, a friend, a lover, but most urgently of all, she 
wanted his body, wanted to touch and taste him everywhere. 

"Darling!" she moaned, then threw herself flat between his legs, seized his 
muscular buttocks, raised him, and darted her little pink tongue 
mischievously, hungrily all around the puckered mouth of his anus. 

"Ahhhh, Jesus!" yelped Walter as her pointy wet little tongue poked deep 
into his ass-hole. No woman, not even the countless whores he'd had, had 
done such a delicious thing to him. He moaned blissfully as she reamed him, 
feeling his cock swell almost to bursting. Then he gasped again as she 
withdrew and moved on, the fiery little tongue massaging and tickling his 
bloated balls. Her mouth opened-he could feel its steamy heat-and then she 
sucked in one huge testicle, bathing it in warm saliva, petting and 
massaging it with her tongue. 

"Ohhhh, God!" he wailed. "Too fuckin' much, baby! Suck my balls, yeah, 
yeah!" 

Polly's pussy creamed hotly at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, 
sucking his testicles so fast and hot that he yelped in excitement. She 
could have gone on doing it all day-it gave her intense pleasure to make him 
feel so good-but she was greedy, wanted to experience all of him. She moved 
again, seizing the iron hard shaft of his big cock, snaking her dripping 
tongue from root to tip, lapping up the thick cream that oozed from his 
purplish glans. Yes, this was what she liked best of all, sucking and 
licking and tasting that great hard penis. She fastened her mouth over the 
tip, and although it was thick enough to stretch her lips almost painfully, 
she drew it in slowly, lovingly, till it slipped down her throat. He was so 
long, she could take in all of his cock only by swallowing half of its 
enormous length. But she didn't mind, she loved it. She loved Walter and 
would do anything to please him. 

Walter had had his cock sucked plenty of times before, but never like this. 
Whores had done it to him grudgingly, mechanically, but Polly put her heart 
and soul into it. She worked her cheeks, her tongue, her throat to give him 
exquisite pleasure. He hadn't known it was possible for his prick to swell 
this big, but somehow he was still growing, still hardening. His balls, too, 
were bloated as never before in his life, nearly bursting their tender 
covering. Oh, baby, he thought dizzily, have I got a load stored up for you! 
But if she didn't stop, he was going to shoot it in her throat instead of 
her cunt. 

Polly felt his enormous tool halfway to her belly, and she gave muffled 
sounds of excitement as she worked her throat muscles all around it, feeling 
him swell inside her. Her hands were busy, too, probing his ass-hole, 
cupping and rubbing his red hot swollen balls. The aching need in her cunt 
was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, a demand so profound and 
urgent that her own fingers could never have satisfied it, nor could a 
vibrator or all the little-boy cocks in the world. Mickey could have balled 
her all day, and he would never succeed in giving her what she needed 
now-the heavy, deep thrusts of a grown man's dick, the kind of thorough 
unrelenting fuck she could get only from a real man.... 

"Ummmm!" she moaned, salivating powerfully all around his shaft even as she 
sucked it. 

Walter felt the flood of hot saliva, writhed in an effort to keep himself 
from cumming. He would have loved to shoot his cum in her throat, but that 
could wait for another time-if there was another time. She hadn't been 
tested yet. The question was, would she let him actually fuck her, would she 
make the ultimate surrender of her body, would she take his frantic meat 
inside her belly and open herself to him completely? He had to know. 

"Walter?" Polly stared at him in confusion as he pulled his dripping cock 
from her mouth. "What's the matter, darling?" she asked worriedly. "Didn't 
you like that?" 

"Like it?" he laughed harshly. "Baby, I loved it! It was the best ever! But 
this is our first time-and I want to do it right. I want the real thing, 
Polly!" 

He threw himself on her without waiting for a reply, jabbing his hungry 
prick into the warm creamy folds of her vulva. Now was the moment of truth. 
Would she push him away, making mincing demands for a wedding ring, or did 
she love him enough to fuck him without a contract, to fuck him just because 
she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her? Walter moaned deeply as his 
thirsty big prick found the mouth of her small cunt and dug deeply into her, 
nosing all the way to her womb. 

"Ohhhh, God, yes, Walter, YES!" she wailed. "You're in me, I love it! That 
big fuckin' wonderful cock, oh, yes! Fuck me, darling, fuck me! I want you!" 

Walter gave a little sob of relief and joy. He felt her long smooth legs 
wrapping him tightly, her heels digging into his buttocks, urging him on, 
forcing him deep into her, signaling her need for him. She hadn't held out 
on him. He had found a real woman at last! 

"Baby," he growled, "I'm gonna fuck you right into the floor!" 

"Do it, do it, lover!" she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders, 
bucking her hips furiously in time to his heavy, swift strokes. "Ball me, 
baby, I want it! Ohhhh, God, how I want it!" And she closed her eyes, 
concentrating her whole being on the magnificent fuck she was getting, 
secure in the knowledge that she had found her man, that she would never be 
alone again. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"Jesus Christ, will you look at this!" Brent Brown was standing at the 
living room window, gawking, his voice hoarse with wonder. His wife Sue came 
running in from the kitchen. 

"What is it, Brent? What--? Oh, my word!" Standing beside him, Sue stared, 
too, and slowly a blush rose to her pretty face. "She certainly keeps busy, 
doesn't she?" Sue giggled. 

"Shit, they're gonna break the bed!" chuckled Brent. "Look at that guy go!" 

In the gathering darkness of the evening, the young couple had a perfect 
view of Polly's apartment, and of Polly and Walter humping furiously on the 
bed. 

"Golly, I hope he's not being too rough for her!" Sue tittered. In fact, the 
man's roughness excited her, and she felt her little pussy creaming hotly. 

"Are you kidding?" Brent said. "She's really digging it! Look how she's 
holding on to him, the way she's got her legs wrapped around him! Man, oh, 
man!" 

"Yess," said Sue. Her mouth hung open, and her cute little pink tongue 
sneaked out to lick her lips. Wow, what she wouldn't give to be balled like 
that, right now! 

Brent felt his cock growing hard and ready. He glanced down at his nubile 
little bride and saw her licking her lips, saw the flush of arousal 
spreading over her body. "Hey, honey," he said, moving behind her, reaching 
up under her dress and easing down her panties, "I just got an idea...." 

"You naughty thing!" shrieked Sue with mock indignation. "Is that all you 
ever think of?" 

He opened his bathrobe, seized his hot stiff meat, and shoved it between her 
legs, searching out the tight mouth of her cunt. "Yep," he said, "that's all 
I ever think of. What about you? You ever think of anything else?" 

"Noooo," tittered Sue, opening her legs a little wider. She felt him going 
into her, and she creamed a hot river of cunt juice, all around the thick 
shaft of his invading cock. Brent put his arms around her waist and held her 
tight against him as he began to fuck her, but neither of them took their 
eyes from the scene across the way. 

"Jesus," Brent said. "I hope they're digging it as much as we are!" 

"They are," Sue said. "I just have a feeling they are . ... 

Squatting at the keyhole of Polly's apartment door, Mickey squirmed and 
sighed. His eyes were huge, his mouth hanging open. Holy Christ, he hadn't 
known what fucking was until now! 

When Walter had thrown him out of the apartment, Mickey had taken a few 
turns around the block to cool his anger-with no success. He'd decided to 
return and press his demands again. If he was to remain silent, then he must 
continue to enjoy Polly's favors. But when he'd reached the door, there were 
strange noises coming from inside, harsh panting, female shrieks and cries, 
the noisy creaking of bedsprings. Mickey knelt and spied through the 
keyhole. He understood what was happening, understood Polly's passionate and 
wholehearted response to Walter's lovemaking, but what riveted the boy's 
attention was quite simply the size and power of Walter's penis. It 
completely overwhelmed him. Man, he thought, no wonder she prefers him . ... 

Curiosity held him there till it was over, but long before that, Mickey had 
admitted defeat. There was no way in the world he could compete with a guy 
as well hung as that. Some day, when he was grown up, he might have the 
equipment for the job, but for the time being it was no contest. Walter had 
won, and Mickey knew that nothing he could do or say would win Polly back 
for him. Sighing, the boy went on his way. But he wouldn't have been Mickey 
if he'd given up entirely. Already he was plotting how to overcome the 
resistance of his teenage girl friends, how to enjoy with them all the 
delightful things Polly had taught him . ... 

They lay in a pool of hot sticky cum, too lazy and content to move. "Well," 
Walter said, "are you going to marry me?" 

"I'll think about it," Polly said. "But only if you always fuck me that 
well." 

Walter snorted. "You thought THAT was good? Baby, that was just for 
openers." 


THE END
