The Swimming Teacher
by Lydia Gray
(RX-374)


FOREWORD 

What causes a married woman in her mid-thirties to go on a sex spree with 
inexperienced younger men? This type of behavior is by no means uncommon. It 
has been with us throughout the recorded history of human behavior. And 
psychologists tell us that the reasons for this type of behavior are as 
varied as the individual women who participate in this type of conduct. 

In this novel the author illustrates this type of behavior and touches on 
many of the common factors that are often considered to contribute to the 
behavioral pattern. At the same time, the point is clearly made that no one 
single factor is entirely responsible for the pattern. 

What we see in Christine Gorman's almost frantic sexual escapades is an 
interesting blend of factors. In the beginning, what starts as a relatively 
harmless and entirely normal flirtation quickly builds to the living out of 
a fantasy. And this is really only the first step onto the famous tread-mill 
to oblivion. For Christine, it is the beginning of the end. 

She recognizes this, but she refuses to accept it and forces it into her 
subconscious mind. The reader recognizes, however, that it is already much 
too late for Christine. She has, through her actions, chosen a path that 
modern scientists would describe as a "self-destruct mode." 

The author deals briefly and sharply with the law of cause and effect in 
relation to both social and psycho-sexual behavior. Absolutists in our 
society have often advocated that every human being is solely responsible 
for his or her behavior. The author in this novel challenges that. What made 
Carol's husband become homosexual? What part did his behavior eventually 
contribute to Carol's behavior? And how did Carol influence her sister, 
Christine? Who, indeed, was responsible for what? 

Perhaps the most interesting facet of this narrative is Christine's desire 
for self destruction. The foreboding feeling of "impending disaster" that 
follows her in the form of a "black cloud" represents her own certain 
knowledge of the approaching end. She makes no attempt to escape her 
destiny, and, in fact, actually seems to hasten its coming. This alone makes 
this a provocative novel with an important message for many of us. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"How about a nice cold Coke?" Christine said as she walked up to the 
slender, golden tanned youth working on the swimming pool filter in her back 
yard. 

"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Gorman," the polite young man replied, accepting the 
frosted bottle she offered. "It's warm today!" 

"Sure is," Christine replied with the beginnings of a smile etching itself 
on her full, sensual lips as she saw the growing bulge in the crotch of the 
youth's tight swim trunks. This was the first day she had dared wear her new 
skimpy bikini and she could see that the maximum exposure of her full, 
voluptuous body was having an effect on young Bobby Wilson. "Call me 
Christine, Bobby," she added. 

"Okay," the boy responded. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the older 
woman's full, pointed tits that were hardly covered with the tiny patches of 
cloth that passed for a swim suit. 

A strange warmth spread through Christine's thirty-six-year-old body when 
she saw Bobby's young cock straining against the fabric of his trunks. 
Somehow, it made her feel like a young girl again - a very sexy, desired 
female! It was a feeling Christine had been lacking the past few years - to 
be a desired sex object. 

Deliberately and slowly, Christine turned around and bent down to pull a 
weed out of the flower bed next to the pool filter. She knew that the small 
swatch of cloth that barely covered her buttocks would slip inside the 
crevice between the full cheeks of her ass and give the youth a full view of 
her tail. She pulled herself erect again and turned, her eyes fastened on 
his young groin. Christine almost had to laugh when she saw Bobby's eyes 
popping out of his head! And his young prick looked like a tent pole 
stretching the crotch of his swim suit! 

Stop teasing the boy, she scolded herself! His yearning body will ache and 
torture him until he can't sleep tonight! "Think you'll have the pool ready 
for tomorrow?" she asked. It was Bobby Wilson's responsibility to clean the 
pool and the filter and keep the proper amount of chemicals in the water. 
His father had volunteered Bobby if Christine agreed to give swimming or 
life-saving lessons this summer to all the young people in the immediate few 
blocks of the neighborhood. 

"Oh, sure!" Bobby replied, forcing his eyes away from the sexy woman's 
almost naked body and starting to attach the vacuum hose to the inlet to the 
filter. "All I have to do is clean it now and it'll be ready. Dad says I'll 
probably have to clean it every day and back-wash the filter at least three 
times a week because of all the kids who'll be swimming." 

"My husband said that you'll have to test the water for chemicals every 
night," Christine said. 

"Sure," Bobby responded. "That only takes a couple of minutes with the test 
kit your husband bought. By the way, when will Mr. Gorman be home?" 

"Oh, he'll be away all summer, Bobby," Christine commented with a sigh. 
"He's in a training program in Detroit. It's like going to school, and it 
won't be through until the Friday before Labor Day." 

"Gee," the boy commented as he turned the valves on the filter, "I'll bet 
you sure get lonely with him away like that." 

Christine watched the lean, muscular boy begin cleaning the pool. It amused 
the thirty-six-year-old woman to see that his penis was still hard and 
straining against his trunks. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be only eighteen 
like Bobby again - with all of life's wonderful pleasures waiting to be 
discovered? 

"Well, it does get a little lonely," she replied, walking around the edge of 
the small pool and lowering herself to a sitting position on the lip 
directly opposite of where he was working. She dangled her feet in the 
water, fully aware that her pubic hair was now escaping from beneath the 
small V-shaped piece of cloth that was supposed to cover her pussy. 

"Lonely and damned frustrating" Christine said to herself! Not that Larry 
was anything special in the sack! For the past five years, in fact, 
Christine's sex life with her husband had been something lesser than dull. 
But at least it satisfied, in some degree, the physical urgings in her body. 

She saw the youth's eyes fix on her crotch, and Christine deliberately 
spread her thighs several inches to give him a better view. The movement 
gave her a delightfully wicked feeling and she felt a familiar itch begin in 
her groin. 

"That area is pretty clean," Christine suggested with a repressed giggle 
when she noticed that the boy had been cleaning one part of the floor of the 
pool over and over as he stared at her crotch. 

"Oh! Sure," he said as he quickly changed positions. 

Christine lowered her body until her back was pressed against the cement 
apron of the pool. She let the warmth of the bright sun seep into her body, 
and returned to thinking that she still had reservations about teaching the 
neighborhood children to swim this summer. Not that she couldn't handle the 
task. She had been a swimming champion in high school and she had taught 
swimming several years at the YWCA. She just wasn't sure she wanted the 
responsibility and the involvement, what with Larry out of town. 

The Gormans had been the envy of the block since they had the small pool 
installed in their back yard. They had bought it three years ago with the 
bonus Larry had received from the automobile dealership where he was Service 
Manager. It had been both a dreamed-of luxury and a status symbol for the 
Gormans. Larry had worked long hard hours as a garage mechanic, foreman, 
assistant service manager, and finally service manager. They were by no 
means wealthy, but they were comfortable - and that was what the pool seemed 
to symbolize for them. 

Christine often wondered if others realized that she and Larry still had to 
struggle and practice little economies to meet their monthly bills? Screw 
the neighbors, she thought! Lately Christine had withdrawn from the 
friendships she had developed over the years. It was all part of that 
restless feeling which had been following her every action for the past few 
months. Christine knew, but refused to fully accept, that her problem was 
sexual. At thirty-six she was still a very attractive woman. Her 
five-foot-five-inch figure was relatively free of fat. Oh, she wasn't as 
thin as she had been in her teens - but who was? Christine was proud of the 
fact that with diet and exercise she hadn't allowed her body to become 
flabby. Her breasts, always one of her outstanding assets, were still firm 
and proud on her chest. And she had been able to avoid the ballooning ass 
many of her friends seemed to have fallen prey to. 

Her husband's increasing lack of interest in her body, and Christine's 
growing desire to prove herself to still be a sensual, attractive woman, had 
made her think, over the past few months, about the possibilities of having 
an affair with someone else. What held her back was the knowledge that she 
wanted the excitement and satisfaction of an affair without all of the 
emotional involvement that was almost always present. 

Opening her eyes, Christine found Bobby standing close by her side. She saw 
him staring down at her almost naked body while he busied himself with the 
ritual of cleaning the pool. 

"Do you like to swim?" she asked softly, smiling inwardly at the sight of 
his rigid, surging prick standing straight out at his crotch. 

"I ... I never really learned very good," Bobby replied in a faltering 
voice. "You were a champion, weren't you?" 

"In high school," Christine said as she propped herself up on her elbows. "I 
thought you took lessons, Bobby." 

"I did," he responded with the magic smile of youth lighting up his face. 
"One or two lessons. I guess I didn't learn much, though." 

"Why not?" 

"Aw, there were so many in the class," he replied. "And the instructor kept 
showing us what to do, but he never helped us much." 

"Sounds like you didn't like your instructor," Christine said. 

"Not much. My Dad said the guy was a fag. He gave certain kids a lot of 
attention - kids who didn't mind him rubbing up against them a lot - you 
know what I mean?" 

"And you weren't that type of boy?" Christine prompted, a little surprised 
that the boy was speaking so freely with her. 

"Not with a guy," Bobby said firmly. "If it had been a gal - well, that 
would have been different! But I guess I'm just not that lucky." 

"Why, Bobby, you sound like you want to be a regular Don Juan!" Christine 
chided. 

"My Dad says it's normal for a guy to want girls," Bobby replied, 
defensively. 

"Of course it is!" Christine agreed with a laugh. "And I'll bet a boy with 
your good looks and body really makes out great with the girls." 

"Aw, most of them say I'm too square!" Bobby complained. 

"I'll bet you're not," Christine said, staring pointedly at his bulging 
groin. 

"Heck, no!" Bobby sighed. "But you know how silly girls can get. Maybe if I 
learn to swim I can show how good I am physically and then really make out 
down at the public pool this summer." 

"I'm sure you can," Christine replied, choking back a laugh at the equation 
between sports and sex. "If you'd like, I'll give you a private lesson as 
soon as you finish the pool." 

"That would be great!" he replied enthusiastically. "It won't take me five 
minutes more. All I have left is that area over there." 

"Okay," Christine said, pulling herself to her feet. "I'll get some towels." 

When Christine returned from the house with two beach towels, she found 
Bobby coiling up the hose. 

"That was fast!" she said with a smile. 

"There wasn't much left to do," he said. "I'm ready now, if you are." 

"Okay. The first thing, Bobby, is to let me see just how much you have 
learned about swimming. I have to know that before I can start teaching you. 
So why don't you get in the shallow end of the pool and show me what you've 
learned." 

"Sure." 

Christine had to smile when she saw his prick sticking straight out from his 
groin as the boy jumped in the shallow end of the pool. 

"What do you want me to do first?" he asked as he stood in the water half 
way up to his chest. 

"Show me what you learned," Christine responded. "Did you learn how to 
breathe in the water?" 

Christine's professional eye watched the boy demonstrate the things he had 
learned at the swimming classes. She recognized the problems immediately. 
The instructor had started the class all wrong! The very first thing was to 
overcome a human's natural fear of water by teaching how to float. Bob had 
not been taught correctly how to float, and once he learned he would no 
longer be afraid of sinking. Then he could learn how to stroke his arms and 
kick his legs. 

Christine walked to the diving board and executed a graceful swan dive into 
the refreshing water. She swam quickly to the shallow end of the pool. 

"Now watch me," she said as she stood next to the young boy. "I'm going to 
float. That's the first thing you have to learn, and it's the easiest thing 
in the world. Watch my body." 

Christine spread her arms wide and slowly raised her legs from the bottom of 
the pool, executing the classic back floating position. She floated for 
several minutes while the boy watched, then brought her feet to the floor of 
the pool again. 

"Did you see what I did?" 

"Yes," the boy replied. 

"Now you try it." 

He hesitated. "I'll sink to the bottom," he said seriously. 

"No you won't," Christine assured him. "I'm going to be right beside you and 
I won't let you sink - I promise. Spread your arms." 

She watched the willing boy follow her instructions, but she knew his body 
was much too tense. Speaking softly and reassuringly to him, she had him 
bring his legs up. Reaching down, beneath the water, Christine placed her 
hand at the small of his muscular back and supported him as he came up. She 
knew she was holding him up when he finally managed to get in the floating 
position, but all she wanted was for him to achieve a degree of confidence 
so that his young body would relax. "Hey! I'm floating!" 

"That's right," Christine said softly, noting that in his newfound 
excitement he had lost his gorgeous hard-on. 

It's just as well, she told herself. "Now just relax, Bobby." 

"Don't let me sink!" 

"I won't," she replied quickly. "Just relax your body. You won't sink, I 
promise." Gradually, she felt his tension leave. 

"That's it," she encouraged, "relax! See how easy it is?" 

Slowly and carefully, Christine gradually slackened the support of her hand 
against his back. She kept up a constant stream of chatter to divert his 
attention while she removed her supporting hand completely from his back, 
until she knew he was floating entirely by himself. 

"Why, I'll certainly say you learned how to float much faster than most 
students!" she exclaimed. 

When he saw that she was standing several feet from him with both of her 
hands out of the water, he immediately began to sink. 

Laughing, Christine stepped forward and grabbed his twisting, thrashing 
body. 

Christine felt the boy's hand come up between her thighs. When he touched 
her pubic mound, the older woman wondered if it was an accident - or was he 
simply copping a feel? It didn't matter. What mattered was that the touch of 
his hand on her pussy had sent a series of sparks raging through her system! 

Moving naturally, she brushed her hand against his crotch. Fair's fair, she 
smiled to herself as she felt his penis shoot erect. Christine knew that it 
had been limp before she touched it, and yet it became rigidly hard like it 
was spring loaded. All in one little touch! 

Clinging to her, rubbing his body against hers as he pulled her down into 
the water, Christine knew it was no accident when his grasping hand held her 
breast for a long, long moment, squeezing before it let go. 

And it was certainly no accident the way her body was responding! She felt 
her nipples pop erect and press against the patches of material covering her 
breasts! And the way he was brazenly rubbing his hard-on against her thigh! 
Christine knew that it was deliberate, especially when his hard prick pushed 
in a fucking movement against her crotch! 

The thirty-six-year-old woman could have stopped their playful wrestling in 
the water, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was so exciting, so 
physically stimulating! 

When Christine felt the young boy's excited hand crawling up her thighs, she 
wickedly parted her legs. Then she felt his fingers slip beneath the tight 
fabric of her string swim suit, and her heart seemed to skip a beat! 

"Oh, Bobby! We shouldn't!" she moaned. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Christine's pussy caught fire beneath the pool boy's probing fingers, 
she forced herself to push him away. This had gone beyond the teasing, 
playing stage! Christine was very aroused! 

I can't let this happen, she said to herself as she pulled her dripping body 
from the pool. Even the friction of the cloth now lodged firmly in her slit 
seemed to send waves of passion raging through her body! She lowered herself 
on the lawn and stretched out in the warm sun to calm down. 

Bobby Wilson followed her out of the pool. His eyes were glued to the full 
cheeks Of her sexy ass. They were in full view now that the swatch of 
material was gathered into her crack and the sight of her shapely buttocks 
made his body prickle with heat! Instinctively he knew that she had liked 
what he did to her in the pool - that she enjoyed having his hand playing 
around with her cunt. He could tell she was excited from the way she had 
rubbed her leg against his stiff prick! 

Bobby stood above the mature woman, staring down at her fantastic body. She 
had the best tits he had ever seen! Not great big flabby watermelons like 
some of the fat women in the neighborhood. Christine's tits were tautly firm 
and pointed, and they stood straight out instead of sagging all over the 
place! 

Bobby knew that most the guys and some of the fathers thought Christine was 
the best looking woman in the neighborhood. She had great legs, firm and 
tapered. And her face was beautiful! Christine reminded him of that famous 
movie star, the one who'd had so many husbands ... 

Quietly, the boy knelt beside the older woman's luscious body on the grass. 
He watched her for a moment. Her eyes were closed and Bobby imagined that 
she wanted him to play with her while she pretended she couldn't see what he 
was doing. Boldly, he reached out and placed his young hand on her firm tit. 

Christine's tortured body had just began to cool when she suddenly felt the 
excited young man's hand touch her breast. Her nipple stiffened beneath his 
probing fingers and a surge of desire seemed to rocket to her groin! 

I can't give in to this! She gritted her teeth and wondered why she had ever 
let it start - even as innocent play! But I can't hurt the boy's feelings. I 
just can't! She had to break the spell - make it a game! 

Laughing, she rolled over and began wrestling with the lean youth on the 
lawn. For a moment she was on top of the boy and she felt his rigid cock 
poking against her belly. The contact made her entire body tremble and she 
quickly rolled away. Then he was on top of her, and his instinctive 
animal-like jabs with his hard penis made it even worse! 

Then his knee was rammed into her crotch, rubbing and pushing with an 
intensity that almost brought the aroused woman to a sudden climax! 

"Oh, just look at us!" she stammered, her breath coming in short gasps. 
"We're covered with grass!" 

It was true. Mr. Johnson had mowed the lawn yesterday and hadn't used the 
grass catcher. As a result, the yard was covered with a million short blades 
of cut grass. And these now clung to their wet bodies. It was an excuse, 
however weak, and Christine seized on it. 

"We'd better jump in the pool and clean off," she said, managing to 
disengage her body from his and jumping to her feet. 

"Hey! I just cleaned the pool!" Bobby complained. 

"That's right," Christine said. "Come on, we'll clean off in the shower." 

Christine ran across the yard to the door to the shower. Larry had cut a 
door to the master bathroom so they could clean up after swimming without 
tracking through the house. She pulled the door open and turned on the cold 
water. 

Instead of waiting for her to finish, Bobby crowded into the shower with 
her, closing the outside door behind him. 

"This shower is hardly big enough for two," Christine said as she turned to 
rinse the grass from her back. 

"Here, I'll help," the boy said, using his hands to rub the grass away from 
her skin. "Do you always take a shower with your swim suit on?" he asked. 

"No," Christine replied in a small voice. Her heart was beating so fast she 
could hardly talk! The touch of the young boy's tender hands on her back 
seemed to send electric shocks coursing through her veins. And when she 
turned she felt his hard penis brush against her rounded buttocks. 

"Me neither!" Bobby laughed. 

"Do you want to take your trunks off?" Christine asked, hardly able to 
believe the words had come from her mouth. 

"Sure," Bobby replied, "if it's okay." 

"It's okay," Christine replied, "I've seen men naked before." 

She stood staring down at the boy's crotch as he hooked his thumbs beneath 
the waist band of his trunks and began unabashedly wiggling them down over 
his lean hips. This young generation, she thought - they have no modesty, 
constantly exposed as they were to so much nudity in all the media! She was 
ashamed of herself, but she couldn't help it! She just had to see what kind 
of sword he had! 

Christine's breath caught in her throat when he managed to pull his trunks 
free of his rigid shaft and it popped into view before her hungry eyes. 
Bobby's young organ was fully erect and at least six inches long! The shaft 
was slender, yet curved gracefully upward toward the swollen bulb at the 
peak. His balls were in a small firm sac, and the base of his penis was 
circled with short, thin, tufts of blond pubic hair. 

"How about you?" the young boy asked, his cheeks flushing as the sexy woman 
stood there staring at his prick. 

"What?" Christine asked, finally forcing her eyes away from his tempting sex 
organ. 

"Aren't you going to take your suit off?" he asked, looking into her 
gorgeous eyes and feeling a throbbing begin in his testicles. 

"Oh! Well, if you don't mind," she smiled. "It won't embarrass you?" 

"Heck no!" the boy replied, boldly reaching out to help her pull the bow out 
of the strings that held her bikini top together. 

Nervously, Christine fumbled with the strings until she managed to untie 
them. She slipped her top off and let her breasts bob free of the 
restraining material. 

"Wow! You sure have a set of tits!" the boy exclaimed. 

"Why, thank you," Christine said with a flush filling her cheeks. "You're 
well built yourself!" she added, staring down at his hard rod which seemed 
to quiver as it pointed straight out from his crotch. 

Christine's heart jumped to her throat when the young boy moved closer and 
pressed his straining cock against her thigh as he fumbled with the string 
knot holding the bottom of her swim suit. 

"Here, I'll help you with this," he said in a husky voice that somehow added 
to her arousal. She waited while his nervous, excited young fingers worked 
feverishly with the strings, then finally she had to help him. When the suit 
was at last free of her body, Christine saw his eyes fasten on her dark 
pubic mound. 

She dropped her suit with his on the floor of the shower and reached for a 
bar of soap in the soap dish. 

"Might as well get clean while we're in the shower," she said. "Turn around, 
Bobby, and I'll soap your back." 

Christine watched the sturdy youth turn his body so that his back was facing 
her. She rubbed a nice foam of lather on his shoulders and down his back, 
stepping aside every few moments to allow the shower spray to rinse him. 
Then she began soaping his buttocks, and her temples pounded. 

The horny woman couldn't remember being this aroused in her entire life - at 
least not in the last five or six years! She could actually feel the 
pounding of her rapidly beating heart all the way down in her vagina! 

She hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead and brought the bar of soap 
up between his legs. She heard him groan with desire when she began lightly 
rubbing his tender young balls with the soap. His hips even began jerking in 
small spasms! 

It began as a game with Christine, but the minute she felt his straining 
young prick in her hand she was consumed with the fires of a passion she 
could hardly control! 

Christine had known Bobby ever since he was a small child, and she had 
watched him grow through the years. She had an almost motherly affection for 
the boy, perhaps because she was childless herself. In consternation, now, 
she realized that the feelings she was experiencing were anything but 
motherly! 

She turned the boy around, rinsed his straining organ with a combination of 
the shower spray and her hand, then turned back and twisted the control 
until the shower stopped. 

"Let's dry off," Christine said huskily as she stepped out of the shower and 
grabbed a bath towel. She pulled the willing youth toward her and vigorously 
began drying his delightfully young body with the bath towel. Sensing a 
pleasant game, the boy grabbed the other towel on the rack and began rubbing 
the sexy woman's full body. He rubbed her tits until she moaned out loud, 
then dropped the towel to her crotch and began rubbing her briskly. 

"Are you hot?" the boy asked as the older woman's body trembled and a low 
meowing sound came from her parted lips. 

"Yes!" Christine replied truthfully. 

"So am I." 

"I can see that!" Christine laughed, playfully taking his pulsing prick in 
her hand. "What do you do when you get hard like this, Bobby?" 

"I jack off," the boy said excitedly. 

"Like this?" Christine asked as she began slowly stroking his hard penis in 
her warm hand. 

"Yes! Careful - I'll pop my nuts!" 

"Don't you want to?" she teased, sliding her cool fingers up and down his 
rigidly throbbing cockshaft. 

"Yes! But not like this!" he moaned. "How?" Christine asked, her hand 
continuing its sensual massage of his surging shaft. 

"Can I ... can I ... can I fuck you?" the boy asked with labored breath. 

Christine felt a sliver of fire race down her back. Could she? Would it be 
terribly wrong? Would it hurt the boy to learn about sex from an older, 
experienced woman? She had read about things like this, but she had never 
even imagined that it could happen to her. What difference could it make? 
And who would ever know? 

"Please?" 

"I don't know if it would be right," Christine replied slowly, so terribly 
unsure of herself in this strange situation. But, in his aroused state, for 
which she was very much responsible, wouldn't it be cruel not to do 
something ... perhaps something not as serious as actual copulation ... to 
relieve his passion? "Come on, I have an idea. Let's go in the bedroom." 

The older woman led the eager young stud into the master bedroom and pushed 
him down on the bed. Her heart leapt to her throat as she saw at his hotly 
excited cock standing straight up in the air! 

"I just love your cock, Bobby," she sighed, dropping to her knees between 
his wide-spread legs. She reached out and took the slender, rock-hard shaft 
in her hand. The skin was so virginally smooth! The veins along the length 
of his rod were light blue and hadn't yet become ropelike ridges. His penis 
was as smooth as the cherished vibrator Christine had secretly bought 
several years ago! 

His balls were shriveled from their immersion in water, but, like his 
delightful penis, were smooth and exciting to touch! 

Christine leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the musky odor of his excited 
sex. His youthful fragrance was like a heady perfume! His crotch exuded the 
unmistakable odor of sex, yet it was fresh and not at all pungent like that 
of the older men she had known. It made her nostrils flare and the aroma 
seeped into her body like a gas that sought to ignite flames in every part 
of her system. 

Christine focused her eyes on the young boy's face as she slowly brought her 
lips to his throbbing organ. She felt his young body quake with excitement 
when her lips brushed against the swollen bulb at the head of his rod. Then 
she darted her tongue between her lips and began licking the blood-engorged 
tip of his penis like a delicious ice cream cone. 

Bobby could hardly understand the sweet pain that swept through his body! 
His balls ached! His muscles were so tense they seemed to scream at him! He 
watched with wonder as the most beautiful face he had ever seen hovered 
above his straining, aching prick. When he saw her start licking him like he 
was made of candy, Bobby had all he could do to control himself and keep 
from shooting his load a mile high! 

Christine teased him with her tongue until she could herself no longer stand 
it. She had always loved sucking cock, and she had to have this beautifully 
young, fresh, pulsing prick in her mouth! She pursed her lips and brought 
her head down on top of his throbbing penis. She sucked on it as it slowly 
glided into her hungry mouth and she could feel it throb with his beating 
heart beneath her lips and tongue. 

She knew that she had never tasted anything so fresh and sweet in her life. 
The flavor of his sex permeated her mouth and filled her throat! It was 
salty, even a little soapy, yet so marvelously exciting! Christine loved the 
way she could take his pulse by counting the beats of his heart against her 
inner cheeks. 

And the size of his penis surprised her! For some reason she had created the 
mental image that his organ was terribly small. It wasn't! Oh, it didn't 
make her jaws ache the way Larry's did, but it certainly filled her mouth 
and reached all the way to her throat. She loved the way she could rub the 
swollen head first against one of her cheeks and then against the other! 

The sex-starved woman cupped the quivering youth's swelling balls in her 
hand and fondled them as she satiated her mouth with the exciting flavor of 
his young penis. Her finely tuned sensual being was fired with passion and 
desire! Christine felt of her pussy, damp with the clinging dew of aroused 
pleasure. 

Was it because she was horny? Or was it the incredibly stimulating blossom 
of youth in this delightful just-turned-man boy? Everything about him was so 
fresh and virginal! His body was like a lovely piece of Roman sculpture, the 
lines so smooth and flowing, the skin so fresh and taut! 

Bobby Wilson was so hot the hair on his head seemed to be smoldering! Each 
breath he took was a labor! And every muscle in his young body was as taut 
as a piano wire. The young man recognized the signals his body was sending 
to his brain. He was on the verge of climax. But it had never been like this 
with his own hand, or with a girl in a dark corner at a party. Never! The 
youth thought that he had to be ten times hotter than he had ever been in 
his whole life! 

The most fantastic thing was to watch the beautiful woman's face at his 
straining crotch! Seeing his prick glide between her full lips, combined 
with the sensation of feeling the wet warmth of her experienced mouth 
surrounding his cock, magnified his reaction tenfold. 

In this small town of very conservative families, where everybody knew 
everybody, it was relatively easy for most parents to keep close watch and a 
close leash on their children. The kids, driven by natural and peer 
pressures, would of course pursue sexual adventures in the back row at the 
movies, in sexy magazines, or in fumbling attempts to "make out" at parties 
and dances. These endeavors, however, usually resulted in very little 
experience and a great deal of frustration. It was therefore not unusual 
that a lad like Bobby could reach the age of eighteen and still be very 
virginally ignorant of the actual forms and techniques of real-life physical 
sex. 

For the past several months he had been secretly watching sexy Mrs. Gorman 
in the neighborhood. One afternoon he saw her trot down the block chasing 
the mailman with a letter. Her tits bobbing up and down in her blouse had 
sent the young boy racing for the locked privacy of his bathroom. How many 
nights had he dreamed about her? And now, here he was with her! 

The hard nipples on her firm tits were brushing against his quivering thighs 
as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap! Her long black hair rested on 
his abdomen and thighs. 

"Hey! Christine! I'm going to shoot my load!" Bobby cried out as his body 
reached heights it had never experienced before. "I mean it," he tried to 
warn her. 

Christine smiled to herself. The innocent boy probably thought it was wrong 
to spray semen in a girl's mouth. He didn't know how exciting it was for a 
woman to have her man fill her mouth and throat with his hot sperm. She 
wanted to tell him, but she couldn't take his marvelously exciting cock from 
her mouth even for an instant. 

Wrapping her fingers around the slender base of his shaft, she began sucking 
his penis with long, firm strokes. With her other hand, she began pumping 
his swollen balls. Christine was so excited she could actually feel her 
clitoris quivering between the thick lips of her vulva! 

"Aaaahhh!" The short, almost gagged cry escaped from the youth's lips just 
as his testicles contracted and erupted to send their cargo of hot juice 
spurting from his penis. 

Christine felt the throbbing increase in his shaft and sucked harder. The 
first jets of his sperm splashed against the roof of her mouth and the 
greedy woman pulled the swollen, contracting head of his cock deep into her 
throat. 

She was surprised at the force of his ejaculation! It was like holding a 
miniature fire hose in her mouth! Christine continued pumping his burning 
balls and sucking until the boy's penis was completely drained. Then she 
reluctantly let it slide out of her hungry mouth and she licked her lips 
like a cat to savor every last drop of his sweet juice. 

"Did you like that?" she asked softly. 

"Wow!" Bobby exclaimed. "I tried not to pop off in your mouth. I just 
couldn't stop myself!" 

"Don't apologize, Bobby," Christine laughed. "I wanted you to give me your 
honey that way." 

"That was really something else - out of sight!" 

"Most men love a good blow-job," Christine sighed, wondering how she was 
going to handle the aching desire in her body. She could still taste his 
jism in her mouth, and she was burning up! 

"What do girls like?" Bobby asked. 

Christine crawled over his slender leg and stretched out beside him on the 
bed. 

"Girls like for men to give them good blow-jobs, too," she replied lazily. 
And what she wouldn't give for one right now! 

"But girls don't have pricks," Bobby protested. 

"Well, darling," Christine replied with her eyes closed, "it really isn't 
the same thing. But girls do have pricks - little tiny ones, and men lick 
and suck them until the girl cums." 

"Can I see your little prick?" 

Christine opened her eyes and found the boy kneeling over her. 

"All right," she replied. After all, what would it hurt to let him learn the 
right way about female anatomy? She spread her legs wide apart. "Kneel 
between my legs." 

As the young boy climbed over her thigh, Christine reached up and fondled 
his cock. She could hardly believe it was completely erect and hard again! 
Did these young boys have constant hard-ons? 

When he was kneeling between her legs, Christine reached down and separated 
the lips of her pussy with her fingers. 

"See that little bump near the top of my pussy?" she asked. 

"Where?" 

"Here," she said, taking the young boy's hand and placing his finger against 
her swollen, quaking clitoris. The touch of his young finger on her 
sensitive mound of passion sent hot sparks flying through her body. 

"It isn't very big," the boy commented in his tactless innocence. 

"No, Bobby, but it's very sensitive," Christine moaned. 

"Can I give you a blow-job?" Bobby asked. 

The mere suggestion coming from the youth's mouth made Christine's entire 
body quiver! 

"Do ... do you want to?" she asked in a faltering voice. 

"Sure! I want to learn everything you can teach me, in addition to swimming 
lessons!" 

It certainly won't harm him to learn, she reasoned with herself! Most men 
had no idea how to really send a girl to heaven with their tongues. And the 
guy who knew how to use his tongue never lacked a list of willing girls! 

"Okay, but only if you really want to!" she said softly. 

"I do! I really do!" 

"Okay," Christine said with mounting excitement. "Lick it, Bobby, but be 
very gentle. Remember, it's very sensitive and you don't want to hurt the 
girl." 

Christine's heart began pounding in her ears as she watched the handsome 
youth's face lower to her hot pussy. With her fingers, she spread the lips 
of her cunt wide apart. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him dip 
his tongue in her slit. 

"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned when she felt his probing wet tongue make contact 
with her erect, quivering clitoris. She hadn't realized she was this 
aroused! 

"Lick the sides of it," she said in ever-growing excitement. 

"Ummmm! that's it! Oh yes, that's ittt!" 

Waves of passion went crashing through the hot woman's body with the force 
of an earthquake. It had been several months since she had allowed her 
imprisoned desires to unleash themselves, and the intensity of her reaction 
almost frightened her! 

Bobby felt his balls begin to stir again as he inhaled the powerful scent of 
her cunt! This was the first time he had ever smelted a woman's sex, and he 
found it very exciting! It had a heavy odor that reminded him a little of 
fish, yet it was almost sweet like perfume. 

The salty flavor of her cunt filled his young mouth as he dipped his tongue 
into her hot, wet slit! The flavor was even more exciting than the odor! It 
seemed to make his loins burn with a hot fire that slowly swept through his 
entire young body. 

The eager young student licked the teacher's clitoris like a delicious, all 
day sucker. He loved the way it quivered like jelly beneath his tongue! 

"OH! Oooooohhhhh!" Christine groaned, her body beginning to writhe beneath 
the lovely boy's hungry attack. 

She loved to see his innocent face between her thighs! Releasing the burning 
lips of her vulva, Christine placed her hands on the boy's head and pulled 
his face firmly against her wet crotch. She ground her hips to feel his 
features rub all over her steaming hot pussy. 

"Lick my whole cunt," she groaned, pressing his face ever more firmly 
against her groin. "Yes! Oh, yes! You can stick your tongue inside my hole 
if you want." She gasped as she felt him cover every inch of her vulva with 
his probing spear-like tongue. 

She wanted to feel him inside her! She had to have him inside her! Her 
vagina was expanding and contracting with an aching desire she could hardly 
remember experiencing before in her thirty-six-year life! 

"AH! AAAAaaaaaahhhhhh!" she gasped aloud when she felt his stiff, 
inquisitive tongue press inside her vagina. "Oh, Bobby darling, that feels 
so gooooooooddd!" 

Bobby loved to hear her moan and gasp when he did things to her! His balls 
seemed to roar their approval when she let him know he was pleasing her and 
making her hot! When he thrust his full tongue up her pussy hole, he felt 
the muscles of her cunt grip his tongue and it almost seemed to the boy that 
she was trying to yank it out of his mouth and devour it inside her hot 
pussy! 

The young boy could hardly breathe! She was holding his face pressed tightly 
to her steaming cunt. Her juices seemed to cover every inch of his facial 
skin. His cheeks felt wet and gooey. Even so, the boy loved doing this - 
particularly the way she reacted. It made him feel so macho! 

Bobby had another force to deal with - the growing demands of his loins! His 
balls were twitching as they expanded and contracted and his prick was 
straining hard against the skin sheath that covered his steel-like shaft! He 
wanted to ram his prick in her hole! He wanted to fuck her! He had to fuck 
her! 

"No! Oh, no, Bobby, don't stop now!" Christine pleaded when she felt his 
electric tongue slide out of her scalding hot pussy. "Please don't stop 
now!" 

Christine opened her eyes to see the boy crawling forward between her 
thighs, holding his straining prick in his hand and aiming it down at her 
pubic mound. 

"No," she began softly, "we mustn't do this ..." Before she could finish, he 
fell on top of her writhing body and lunged his stiff prick inside her 
hungry vagina in one movement! 

"OOOOOooooohhhh!" she cried when she felt his hard cock glide up her cuntal 
canal. This was what her body had been demanding - to be filled with a hard, 
throbbing organ of love! 

Christine knew she should stop him, that it was wrong to let this young man 
fuck her, yet she couldn't! This was what she had longed for from the first 
moment she saw his prick straining against his swim suit! 

Even as these thoughts passed through Christine's feverish mind, her hips 
began grinding against the mattress and her firm, strong legs flew around 
the boy's waist to lock him tight in a frantic embrace. She cried with a 
gasp of joy when she felt his hard pelvis press against her sensitive 
clitoris! 

"Oh, yes, Bobby! Yes, yes, yes! Fucckkk me!" With the animal instinct 
granted all human beings from birth, Bobby began jerking his hips to send 
his throbbing shaft deep into her hot cunt. Nothing in the boy's life had 
ever felt this good! He felt the walls of her cunt draw in to grasp his 
shaft. Once again it felt like she was trying to yank an organ off of his 
body to devour it inside her! 

Christine closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the lusty youngster's 
back to hold him pressed tightly against her quaking body. All thoughts were 
pushed aside in her mind. She was a female and he was a male - and they were 
making love the way nature had intended them to! That was all in life that 
mattered! She recognized this as the longing which had been following her 
like a dark shadow. She was at last responding to the needs of her body, and 
Christine had never felt so feminine in her life! 

Even the rhythmic sounds of the creaking bed springs excited her. They 
creaked all too infrequently at this point in her life, and the sound was a 
primitive music to her ears. 

"Fuck me!" she gasped when she felt his tight sweaty balls slap hard against 
the cheeks of her ass as he lunged his cock in and out of her hot body. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... faster and FASTER!" 

Bobby had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding every time he heard her 
say that "F" word! Until this moment in his life, it had been a dirty word. 
Now it was the most beautiful word he had ever heard! 

He felt her hard nipples grinding against his chest as she held him tightly 
locked in her strong arms. Gee, how he loved those tits of hers! It seemed 
like he was pressing against burning coals. 

Their bodies bounced and writhed on the bed. 

Their breaths came in gasps and grunts. Sweat began to pour from their pores 
as their body temperatures continued rising to dizzying heights! 

Christine ran her tongue in his ear and bucked her hips hard against his 
lunging, jerking body. 

"Now!" she chanted. "Now! Fuck me faster, Bobby. Fuck me faster! OH! OH! I'm 
ccccuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggg! Gaaahhh!" 

She felt his ejaculating cock expand and explode inside her, spurting jet 
after jet of hot jism into her vaginal track. Each drop seemed to trigger a 
new, increasingly more intense spasm in her body! It was like having a 
fleshy machine gun fire inside her! Every muscle in her body jerked in hard 
quaking spasms which were completely beyond her control! Slowly, the 
orgasmic tidal wave subsided ... 

"That was good!" the boy gasped. "Was it good for you?" he asked softly. 

"Oh, yes!" Christine sighed, relaxing her muscles and allowing him to pull 
his spent prick free of her spent cunt. 

"We could do this all the time," the boy suggested, almost shyly, " ... if 
you want." "Oh, yes, Bobby darling, I want! to" Christine quickly breathed. 

"Gee, wait 'til I tell the guys!" 

"Oh, no! No, Bobby, you mustn't tell anyone!" Christine said, struggling to 
pull her body to a sitting position. "Why?" the boy asked innocently. 

"Well," Christine replied, choosing her words carefully, "I'm older than you 
are, and people wouldn't like it." 

"I didn't mean people" Bobby said. "Just my close friends." 

"I know, Bobby," Christine said, placing her still trembling hand on the 
boy's shoulders. "But you see, nobody can keep a secret. You may not believe 
it, but one of your friends would tell another friend - and before you know 
it some of the adults in the neighborhood would know all about it. "Gee, 
okay," Bobby said. 

"I mean it, Bobby," Christine said slowly and firmly, "if you tell anybody, 
I won't do it again with you. Promise you won't say anything to anyone?" 

"Yeah, sure, we'll keep it a secret between us," the boy replied. 

"Don't forget," Christine added firmly, "if you tell anybody, I won't let 
you do it again!" 

"Sure." 

"We mustn't even let anybody suspect" Christine added. "Now you slip into 
your trunks and get in the swimming pool in case anybody wonders where we 
are." Christine wondered what she had gotten herself into as she watched the 
boy's delightfully naked body cross the room to the bathroom. She 
experienced a strong feeling of guilt, but the warm, satisfied feeling 
sweeping through her veins seemed to overpower everything. 

Even her knees were weak when she finally pulled herself off the bed and 
started toward the chest of drawers to find a more conservative bathing 
suit. It didn't seem possible that a mere youth had satisfied her like this! 
The feeling of his cum inside her body warmed her! Christine Gorman wondered 
if she would ever be the same again ... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Christine's arms were beginning to ache as she reached the final stages of 
the last swimming class in the first day. Wisely, she had divided the 
children into groups, of four for each class. And at the rather pointed 
suggestion from Mrs. Carstairs, Christine had also divided the classes by 
sex. 

This last class was for a group of four young girls, ranging in age between 
fourteen and eighteen. Christine exercised great care when she made body 
contact with the youngsters, especially the girls. She remembered from her 
own youth how sensitive girls were about their bodies! 

"That's it, Linda," she said encouragingly as the pretty young blonde 
finally managed to float. Christine and her husband had always referred to 
Linda as the "all American, cute as apple pie, girl-next-door," She had long 
pale blonde hair and a creamy complexion. No one would challenge the fact 
that Linda was very pretty. And her body seemed almost overripe, very full 
blown and mature. Her breasts, slender waist and firm hips were those of a 
mature young lady of eighteen, which she had just become this Spring. 

"Is that all?" Linda asked. 

"For today," Christine sighed. "Tomorrow, we'll learn how to breathe with 
our faces in the water." 

"It's so nice for an older woman like you to teach us," Linda remarked with 
an acid tone in her voice. 

Christine didn't bother to reply. She couldn't understand why Linda had been 
so sour and cool all afternoon! Normally, Linda was one of the warmest, most 
pleasant girls on the block. And Christine had always believed that she and 
Linda were really good friends. But there was certainly no evidence of it 
today! She has a burr up her ass about something, Christine told herself as 
she watched the four girls leave. 

Christine walked into the kitchen after her hot shower and poured herself a 
generous slug of rum and soda. She needed it after teaching five classes 
today. Taking a long, cooling, relaxing sip of her drink, Christine reached 
down and switched the dishwasher on. She had meant to turn it on this 
morning but had forgotten. 

She was looking in the freezer, wondering what she would prepare for her 
dinner, when she heard the water gushing out of the dishwasher onto the 
kitchen floor. 

"Shit!" she said, rushing over and quickly flipping the dishwasher control 
to the off position. In their first several years in the house they had 
never experienced a plumbing problem. But in the past three years it had 
been one damned thing after another! From experience, Christine knew that 
the disposal unit had somehow managed to back up into the dishwasher again, 
and she also knew it was beyond her ability to repair it. 

Christine was reaching for the mop to clean up the water when she heard the 
doorbell ring. Sighing, she went to answer the door. 

"Hi, Christine," Bobby Wilson greeted her. "Is it okay to clean the pool 
now?" 

"Oh, hi, Bobby" Christine sighed. "Sure. The girls left a little while ago. 
Bobby, is your father home?" 

"Oh sure. He came home about fifteen minutes ago. Why?" the boy asked 
curiously. "Oh, my damned dishwasher is stopped up again!" Christine 
replied. "I'll call your father. You go on out and clean the pool." 

"Okay," the boy responded disappointedly. If his father came over, Bobby 
wouldn't be able to make love to Christine! "Maybe I could fix the 
dishwasher," he offered. 

"Not this time, Bobby," Christine said with a warm smile. "The last time 
this happened, your father told us we had to into install a new pipe. I 
should have listened then." 

Christine walked into the den and picked up the phone to dial the Wilson 
home. Through the den window she could see Bobby attaching the vacuum hose 
and preparing to clean the pool. Mrs. Wilson answered the phone and 
Christine explained what had happened. Mrs. Wilson said that her husband, 
Carter, was in the back yard and that she'd send him right over. 

Christine wondered if she should change out of the loose fitting terry cloth 
robe she was wearing, but before she could make up her mind the front 
doorbell rang. 

"Hi, Christine!" 

"Oh, Carter. I'm so glad you were home!" 

Carter walked into the house carrying his tool box. Christine felt a flush 
cover her skin when he gave her a long, smiling appraisal with his almost 
lewd eyes. She wished she had changed. It felt like he was looking right 
through the terry cloth robe! 

"Dishwasher backed up again?" he asked as she led him to the kitchen. 

"Same as last time," she sighed. " I should have had you install that pipe." 

"You're lucky it happened today," he remarked as he bent down and began 
examining the pipes below the sink. "I've got a contract over in the western 
part of the state that'll keep me over there for at least thirty days." 

"When do you leave?" Christine asked, trying to sound interested. 

"In the morning," he replied. "Say, hand me that wrench in my kit, will 
you?" 

Christine opened his tool kit and found a large wrench on top of the other 
tools. 

"Thanks," he said, taking the wrench from her and moving up under the sink. 
"I landed the plumbing contract on a new development. Ten new houses to 
start." 

"That sounds wonderful!" Christine re-marked. Carter Wilson was a 
hard-working man who was just beginning after fourteen years in business to 
make a real success of his plumbing contracting firm. Christine knew Mrs. 
Wilson worked with her husband, keeping the books, answering the phone and 
typing up all of his bids. She was glad to hear they were finally doing 
well. 

"Yeah," he grunted, banging the wrench against the pipes as he loosened a 
connection. "Things are starting to pan out pretty good." 

"I'm glad," Christine said sincerely. She liked Carter Wilson. He was a 
giant of a man, and he towered over everybody in the neighborhood. Christine 
knew that some of the wives didn't like Carter because he had a tendency to 
be a little crude in his language and because he was anything but suave in 
his appearance and manners. 

When Christine had briefly considered relieving her sexual tension with an 
affair, she had even considered Carter Wilson, but not because she found him 
attractive! He was available, and his desire for her had never been 
disguised. She thought he had the most lewd eyes she had ever seen! But he 
was so lewd, so huge, and so coarse, he frightened her, and her first 
impulse had ended as no more than a passing thought. 

"Yep," Carter said, pulling a long, curved piece of pipe out and holding it 
in his huge, paw-like hands, "here's the problem." 

"What is it?" Christine asked. 

"Whoever installed this thing in the first place," Carter replied, "didn't 
meet code. You see, this should have an S bend. And there should be a trap 
here. The way it is now, the water has to work against gravity. This spot 
here has to be lower than the inlet to the dishwasher." 

"Can you fix it?" Christine asked. 

"Oh, sure! Matter of fact, I've got a piece of pipe already made up that 
ought to fit this perfectly! I think it's in the back of my pickup." 

Before she could say anything, Carter rose from the kitchen floor with 
catlike grace and walked quickly out the front door. Christine was going to 
grab this opportunity to change into a dress, but he came walking back in 
the living room carrying a length of pipe and some fittings before she could 
get back to the bedroom. Sighing, she turned and walked back into the 
kitchen. 

"Will it be expensive?" Christine asked quietly as she watched him get on 
the floor and scoot his body up into the space beneath the sink. 

"Don't worry that pretty head of yours about cost, Christine," he laughed. 
"Hell we're friends, ain't we?" 

"But this is your business," she protest-ed. 

"We'll forget business today and call this pleasure, baby!" Carter 
commented. "I appreciate that, Carter," Christine responded. She knew Larry 
wouldn't approve. Being in the service business himself, Larry was always 
insistent that a man be paid for any services he rendered. 

"How about a drink?" 

"Wouldn't mind at all," Carter replied. 

"Rum?" 

"Anything is fine. Shit, I can drink paint thinner when I'm of a mo(r)d! 
Especially with a sexy gal like you, Christine." 

Christine laughed lightly. It was the only response she could think of that 
wouldn't serve to encourage him further. She poured him a stiff rum and 
water, adding a squirt of concentrated lime juice. Then she knelt on the 
floor, careful to keep the folds of her robe tightly closed, and handed him 
the drink. 

Carter took a long swallow and then placed the glass near him as he went 
back to work. 

"See if you can find a hacksaw in my tool box," he said. "I've got to cut 
this drain pipe off about two inches." 

Christine searched through the tool box and finally found the hacksaw and 
handed it to him. She heard a knocking on the sliding glass door in the den 
and arose to go see what Bobby wanted. 

"All done," Bobby announced, walking into the den. "I put a cup of chemical 
in the pool, and the water turned the test kit purple. Did you get Dad?" 

"He's in the kitchen working on it now," Christine replied, leading the way 
back to the kitchen. 

"Can you fix it, Dad?" Bobby asked, bending over to see what his father was 
doing. 

"What do you mean, can I fix it?" Carter roared. "There ain't a fuckin' 
piece of plumbing in this state I can't fix! You get the pool clean?" 

"Yeah." 

"Okay, Son, you go home and help your mother dig up that flower bed. I was 
doing it when I had to come help Mrs. Gorman, so it still needs doin'." 

"Aw, can't I stay and watch?" 

"Now you get on home, Boy!" Carter said firmly. "That flower bed needs 
doing, and I've gotta leave tomorrow. If you're gonna be the man around the 
house, you better show your old man you can hack it. Understand?" 

"Okay, Dad," Bobby replied. He straightened up, winked at Christine, and 
trotted through the living room. 

"He's a good boy," Christine ventured when they heard the front door slam 
behind the boy. 

"Yep," Carter replied with a cryptic note in his voice, "he's quickly become 
quite a young man! Sure has changed even in the last day." 

Christine was glad he couldn't see the flush that filled her cheeks! Did he 
know something? Had Bobby told him? 

"There," Carter sighed, "we've got that grooved! Now all we've got to do is 
put a union between these two and tighten it up. I'll need your help, if you 
don't mind." 

"Of course!" Christine replied, glad the subject had changed. "What do you 
want me to do?" 

"First, hand me that union over there. That's it! Okay, get a wrench out of 
the box and climb in here with me." 

Christine tightened her robe, picked a wrench out of his tool box, and got 
down next to him. There was no way to avoid body contact as she wormed her 
way into the opening beside him. After all, she thought, he was doing this 
for free, so the least she could do was help him. She felt her breasts rub 
firmly against his belly as she slid under the sink and the contact made her 
tremble. 

"Put that wrench on this pipe here," he said. "Here, let me tighten it for 
you. There! Now I want you to hold that really tight while I tighten this 
one down here. Okay?" 

"Sure," Christine replied. 

"Just keep it from turning," he grunted as he applied pressure to the union 
below. 

Christine quickly realized that it would require all her strength to keep 
the pipe from twisting as he leaned heavily on his wrench below. She 
struggled to hold it firm and she could feel the muscles in his legs 
straining against her body. Her knuckles were beginning to turn white when 
she heard him give the wrench one last turn. 

"There!" he grunted. "You can let go now. Why don't you slide out and turn 
on the water?" 

"I'm stuck," Christine laughed, as she tried to wiggle free of his body and 
the confining door. 

"Yeah, this is kind of cozy, ain't it?" he replied with an almost obscene 
laugh. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Christine finally managed to slide her body out from under the sink, but not 
without rubbing against Carter Wilson's hard-on. It was straining against 
his work jeans, and Christine thought for a moment that it was a tool in his 
pocket. It was so long and thick, she thought it had to be a piece of pipe! 

The most embarrassing moment was when her robe opened and her breasts were 
in full view to Carter's lust-filled eyes! Christine told herself she had no 
desire for the situation which was developing! 

"First run the water in the sink," Carter told her as she stood and fixed 
her robe tightly in place again. 

She ran the water, then flipped on the disposal at his instruction. Finally, 
she activated the dishwasher and they both waited as the water began filling 
the machine. 

"Sounds good down here," Carter commented as he scooted out from under the 
sink and pulled himself to his feet. "We'll wait for it to run this cycle 
and see what happens. I think we've got it fixed." 

"I hope so," sighed Christine. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, 
Carter." 

"Let's have another drink while we're waiting," he suggested. Without 
waiting for her consent, he began pouring rum into their glasses. 

Christine brought the ice and dropped cubes in each glass, then watched as 
he added soda. He makes a stiff drink, she said to herself as she watched 
him stir in a few drops of lime juice. 

"Bottoms up," he offered, taking a long swig of his drink. "And it's lots of 
fun that way, don't you think?" he added with a wicked grin. 

"What?" Christine asked absently. 

"Bottoms up. I said it's fun that way," Carter responded with an almost 
obscene laugh. 

"Oh!" Christine replied, forcing herself to smile at his crude humor. She 
took a deep swallow from her glass to cover her embarrassment. The drink was 
so strong it actually burned her throat on the way down! 

They stood silently staring at each other for several minutes. Christine 
tried to control herself, but she couldn't stop her eyes from darting to the 
huge man's crotch. What she saw gave her an empty feeling in her stomach for 
a moment! Like a length of thick pipe, his cock was bulging against the 
material of his pants and seemed to reach halfway to his knee! 

Carter broke the hypnotic stare-down by turning to the sink to grab a bar of 
soap and begin washing his hands. 

"Plumbing is dirty work," he commented with a chuckle as he vigorously 
scrubbed his ham-like hands and rinsed them under the faucet. 

As she watched him, Christine unconsciously drained the tall, strong, drink 
he made her. Together, they heard the click as the dishwasher changed 
cycles. Carter then dropped to his knees and inspected the pipe and fittings 
he had installed to make sure they weren't leaking water. 

"Yep," he said with a certain amount of pride, "she's all fixed. It won't 
give you any more trouble," he added as he pulled himself to his feet. 

"I just don't know how to thank you enough," Christine said. For some reason 
she had trouble getting the words out of her mouth! And her whole body 
seemed to be in a hot flush. She felt like she was standing near a hot oven! 
Of course, she told herself, it's the rum! Christine always flushed when she 
drank too much too quickly. "Why not pay me with another drink?" Carter said 
softly. "I fixed that in record time, so I don't have to get home yet. Want 
me to make 'em?" 

"Well ... sure," Christine replied. She could hardly refuse him a drink 
after what he had done for her. She got the ice while he again poured two 
stiff drinks. 

"Let's get out of the kitchen," Christine remarked as she accepted the glass 
from him. "Suits me," Carter smiled. 

Christine led the way into the den. She sat down in the sofa - and wished 
she had not done so the moment he sat close by her side! 

"That was pretty nice what you done for Bobby yesterday," Carter commented 
slowly. 

"What do you mean!" Christine replied much too quickly, her cheeks blushing 
a bright pink. "What did I do for Bobby yesterday?" 

"I don't rightly know, Christine," Carter returned with an obscenely lewd 
chuckle. 

"Did he tell you I did something for him?" she asked, wondering if the 
stupid kid had run right home to tell his father what they had done. 

"He didn't have to," Carter replied with a light laugh. "I didn't ask 
because he wouldn't have told me anyway. That boy is tight-mouthed as hell 
when he wants to be." 

"Then what did you mean?" Christine pressed, relieved that the boy hadn't 
gone home to give a blow-by-blow description of their afternoon. 

"You know, Christine," Carter began, casually placing his hand on her knee, 
"a man knows other men pretty good. And a father knows his son even better. 
Bobby didn't have to tell me. It was written all over his face that he got 
his ashes hauled yesterday ..." 

"I don't see ... " "And from the way he looked at you today," Carter 
continued, "it sure wasn't no secret who hauled his ashes for him. Don't get 
me wrong, Christine. I don't mind. Hell, I think it's good for a boy to get 
his licks in early in life." 

Christine wanted to protest her innocence, bluff it out, but from the look 
in Carter's eyes she knew it would be impossible. He knew, and nothing she 
said would change his mind! She said nothing, and her hand trembled as she 
raised her glass to her mouth and took a long drag. 

"We just wouldn't want it to get around the neighborhood, would we?" Carter 
said, boldly moving his hand an inch up her thigh. "You know what busy 
bodies we have on this block! Hell, I don't blame the kid! You're one sexy 
gal, Christine. I've had a mind to have a ball with you myself." 

"Now just - " Christine began lamely. 

"And, hell, I don't blame you, Chrissy," he continued. "I know what it's 
like when you're away from your mate. With old Larry gone, you're bound to 
get the hots for some action! Any gal would!" 

"Please, Carter!" she cried as she felt his huge paw of a hand working its 
way up her thigh. "I don't want this." 

"What?" Carter said in an outraged voice. " I said, I don't want this!" she 
protested, pushing his hand away from her thigh. 

Carter's reaction was so swift and so unexpected, Christine was caught off 
guard. He shot his hand to her head and gabbed her hair, pulling it back 
cruelly so that her head snapped against the back cushion on the couch. 

"You're saying you took care of my young son but you won't take care of me! 
Is that what you're saying?" 

Christine didn't answer. It felt like he was yanking the hair off her head! 

"What did you do to the boy?" he snapped at her, twisting her hair in his 
hand until she cried out in pain. "Did you give him a blow job?" 

"Yes!" Christine gasped, terrified of the man. 

"Did you let him fuck you?" 

"Yes! Ow! Oh, please!" she pleaded as he pulled her hair when she hesitated 
to reply. 

With his free hand, Carter grabbed her terry cloth robe and yanked it open. 
He felt a burning sensation in his loins when he stared at her naked tits! 
Man, he said to himself, they're even better than I thought they'd be\ 
Holding her head strained back, Carter pulled her robe free of her body and 
stared at her voluptuous figure. Like every other man on the block, Carter 
Wilson had watched Christine with lust. He'd always wondered how he'd 
arrange to get a little piece of her ass, and now he had the perfect 
situation! 

"Please, Carter!" she pleaded. 

"Listen, bitch! I'm not leaving here without the same thing you gave Bobby 
yesterday!" 

"But - " "No buts about it, Christine!" he snapped. "I want a blow job and a 
good, hard, fuck. And if I don't get 'em, Larry and the rest of the 
neighborhood is gonna know about what you did to poor, innocent, Bobby. Got 
the picture?" 

"You wouldn't!" she cried. 

"You better bet your sweet ass I would!" he laughed. "How long do you think 
it will take Larry to toss your damn ass out on the street when he finds out 
you've been screwing around?" 

"You bastard!" Christine snapped. 

"Like I said," Carter laughed, "it's no skin off my ass what you do. Take 
care of me and I'll forget the whole thing." 

"You filthy bastard!" 

"And Bobby can keep servicing you," Carter added. 

"What do you want?" Christine said in a low, throbbing, voice. 

"I told ya! A blow job and a good fuck. Then I'll leave you alone." 

Carter reached out with his free hand and began fondling her exciting tit. 
Is she ever built! he thought. He twisted her nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger, then leaned over to plant his mouth on hers. He ran his tongue 
slowly around her full, sensual, lips, then forced it between her teeth and 
into her mouth. 

Christine's body trembled with fear when she felt his hand begin lewdly 
exploring every inch of her naked flesh. His crude, almost cruel probings of 
her body made her skin crawl! She didn't want this, but she had no choice! 
Christine had no idea if he was bluffing, but she couldn't afford to gamble. 
If he made good his threat and told Larry and people in the neighborhood, 
Christine knew that she would never be able to face any of them again! 

"All right," she gasped, pushing his face away from her mouth. "But you give 
me your word that you'll forget all of this and never bother me again?" 

"Look, I'm a man of my word!" he snapped at her. "If I tell you something, 
you can bank it!" 

"All right," Christine sighed. "Can I have another drink?" 

"Good idea, baby! You bet. I'll fix them." 

"I'm going back to the bedroom," she said softly. 

"Be right there!" Carter boomed. "Yeah, baby, now you're talkin'. I'll be 
right there!" 

Trailing her robe behind her, Christine walked slowly, dejectedly down the 
hall to the master bedroom. For the first time in her life, Christine felt 
like a whore! Why had this happened to her? Was this her punishment for 
having sex out of Wedlock? Punishment or reward? 

She dropped her robe on the floor and flopped down on the bed. Christine was 
flushed ~ flushed and a little dizzy! The room, even the bed, took on an 
unreal quality to her. She was rapidly becoming drunk and she didn't give a 
damn! 

"Here we go!" Carter laughed, handing her a 68 t glass filled with rum and a 
little ice and soda as he stood staring down at her luscious nude body 
stretched out on the bed. "Man, you've really got some nice equipment 
there!" 

Christine pulled herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and 
accepted the drink. She finished half the glass in one big gulp. 

"I've got just the prick to match that brick shit-house body of yours!" 
Carter chuckled lewdly. "Take a look at it, Chris baby!" 

Christine finished her drink in another big gulp, then reached out to 
unbuckle Carter's belt. Her fumbling fingers finally managed to pull his 
zipper down, and she reached inside his shorts. 

"My God!" she exclaimed when she at last managed to yank his huge penis free 
of his shorts. Christine had to shake her head in an attempt to clear her 
vision. She'd never seen anything like this in her life! His prick was at 
least twelve inches long and as thick as a piece of heavy pipe! And beneath 
her trembling fingers that was what it felt like - a length of iron pipe 
just like on his truck! 

"Bet you've never seen one like that!" Carter boomed proudly as he watched 
her eyes bulge when she held it in her hand. 

"I ... I don't believe it!" 

"Most gals wet their panties when they see that!" Carter replied with a 
hearty laugh. "Don't worry, you'll believe it when we get through!" 

Carter drained his glass, set it on the nightstand by the bed, then quickly 
slipped out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he stood directly 
in front of the beautiful brunette seated on the edge of the bed. 

Christine couldn't take her eyes off the biggest cock she had ever seen! It 
was like a thick pole, a club sticking straight out from his groin! The head 
was swollen to the size of a small light bulb, and she could see the blood 
coursing through the thick veins that ran along the shaft like a webbing of 
rope. His balls hung like giant plums between his legs, and the matted black 
pubic hair grew around the base of his prick like a forbidding jungle! 

"Well?" he said obscenely. 

"What?" Christine asked. 

"Don't just sit there looking at it, baby," he laughed. "Kiss it and make 
friends with it." 

"Oh!" Christine responded, suddenly remembering her agreement. She leaned 
forward, her nostrils flaring wide as the strong, pungent odor of his sex 
wafted through her system. He smelled of sweat - hot sweat and sexual 
excitement - and the odor was strangely stimulating to Christine. 

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his rod, Christine slipped her 
tongue out between her lips and brought it to the pulsing, swollen, head of 
his cock. The heady flavor of his sex almost made her gag for a moment! 

"Come on, baby, suck it!" he said obscenely, standing in front of her with 
his hands on his hips. 

"Show me what you did to Bobby!" 

Christine could have slapped him for that remark, but she remembered that 
she had made a bargain and she steeled herself to go through with it. She 
pursed her lips and slipped them over the swollen tip of his huge organ. Her 
jaws ached with pain as they stretched to allow his cock into her mouth. 

It was so thick! So long and thick! The corners of her mouth felt like they 
had split and were bleeding as she pulled the giant penis into her throat! 
Her tongue felt like it was squashed beneath the weight of his incredible 
prick! 

Her jaws stretched beyond their limit and straining, Christine began sucking 
his cock. She moved her hands in and out at his crotch and she cupped his 
heavy balls in her hand and began fondling them. His shaft so filled her 
mouth she thought she could feel it rubbing against both of her inner cheeks 
at the same time! 

"Now that ain't bad!" Carter commented. "Not bad at all. You're a pretty 
good cock-sucker, Christine baby!" 

Carter Wilson enjoyed the feeling of power he held over the beautiful girl 
sitting on the bed sucking his cock. He hadn't experienced this domination 
of a woman since he spent a whole afternoon fucking a young black girl he'd 
hired to help his wife. The black girl knew that if she didn't please the 
big white man, she just might vanish and never be heard from again. Things 
like that happened all the time to darkies, she knew. But this was even 
better! Christine was no stupid, bungling, inexperienced black girl! No, 
sir, Carter told himself! This woman knows what a man's cock is for! And 
she'd do whatever he told her to, or else! 

Her mouth still ached, but the pain gave way to a peculiar numb feeling as 
she sucked his cock. Even though she had it in her mouth and could feel the 
blood pumping through the veins that lined his massive shaft, Christine 
could hardly believe the size of his organ! It was at least twice the size 
of Larry's! 

When she thought about having this thick pole rammed up her, Christine 
shuddered. How could any girl take something this big in her vagina? She 
doubled the intensity of her oral attack in the hope that she could make him 
come in her mouth. At his age, she doubted he could get a second hard-on 
very quickly! 

Carter felt his balls contract when he looked down at the beautiful, sexy 
woman running his prick in and out of her warm mouth. Her lips were 
stretched tight and rubbed hard on the flesh of his rod as they worked their 
way up and down the length of his thick shaft. 

"That's gooood! Ooohhh, yes, baby, that's good cocksucking!" he grunted, 
grabbing her hair in both hands and holding her head as he began jerking his 
hips to fuck her mouth. 

Christine had never been so humiliated in her life! He was holding her head 
tight in his powerful hands and raping her mouth with his massive prick! He 
was using her like she was just a cheap slut. 

What disturbed Christine the most was the fact that a stirring had begun 
between her legs. How can you react to a vile, crude man like this? she 
cried out to her body. Yet she could feel her juices begin to flow and her 
clitoris was rapidly coming to life as his shaft bruised her lips and 
crushed her tongue. 

In an effort to make him climax and end this humiliating torture, Christine 
again reached between his legs with both hands and began fondling and 
pumping his large balls. She slid a finger up the crevice between the cheeks 
of his ass and located his anus and began massaging it. 

"Holy shit!" he groaned as his knees trembled. "You really know how to turn 
a guy on!" 

Without warning, he suddenly pushed her head free of his groin and shoved 
her back on the bed. His hands were rough as he dug his fingers into her 
thighs and forced them wide apart. 

"Please!" the frightened woman said quickly. "Please let me blow you, 
Carter." 

"I'm now in the mood to fuck, baby!" he groaned, stroking his massive penis 
in his hand as he knelt between her soft thighs. 

"But I want your cream in my throat!" she pleaded desperately, hoping beyond 
hope that she wouldn't have to take him inside her. 

"We'll save that for later, Christine baby," Carter said with a disgusting 
laugh. "How do you want it - in your cunt or up your ass?" 

"In my cunt!" Christine replied in a panicked voice when she thought of what 
his huge prick would do to her rectum. 

Christine closed her eyes when she saw him bring the swollen balloon at the 
end of his shaft to her slit. She wouldn't watch! She couldn't watch! She 
felt him run his cock up and down her crack, its weight and hardness 
crushing and bruising her tender flesh. His scrotum swayed back and forth, 
bouncing alternately against her soft thighs. 

She cursed her body for responding! Even though he was hurting her and she 
was uncomfortable, her body was beginning to surge with desire! She could 
feel it sweeping across her skin with a prickly heat that made her breathing 
become deeper. 

Then she felt him press the blood engorged head of his incredible penis 
against the opening to her vagina. Only the very tip slid inside her! 

She blinked her eyes and saw that he was watching her with a beady, hungry, 
teasing, gaze. Spittle was oozing from the corners of his obscene mouth. 
Christine recognized that in his own childish way he was playing cat and 
mouse with her. 

"What's the matter," she taunted, "aren't you man enough to fuck me?" 

Christine experienced a brief, sweet moment of victory when she saw his eyes 
narrow and his mouth drop open in raw anger! She thought fearfully that he 
would strike out at her. She had, after all, momentarily taken his edge away 
from him. 

The bitch! Carter said to himself. The smart-ass bitch! He'd show her! He 
braced his knees and drew the muscles in his hips taut. Then, when she once 
again closed her eyes, he jerked hard and lunged into her with his hard 
pole. 

"AAuuuuurrrrnggggggghhhhhhhh!" Christine screamed when she felt his massive 
weapon rammed into her. The walls of her vagina felt like they were ripping 
apart! The most intense pain Christine could remember swept through her 
body! Every nerve ending in her system felt like it was being held against a 
hot flame! 

"Are you woman enough to take it all?" he taunted, jerking his hips again 
and sending his rampaging prick another two inches inside her tight cunt. 

"AAuurrgghh!" she screamed. "I -just - can't - take - it! You're killing 
meeee!" she cried, trying to heave his heavy body away. Tears formed in her 
eyes and began splashing down her cheeks. The pain was so intense she 
thought she was going to die! 

"Here's another inch, you snotty bitch!" he roared, driving his hips like 
giant hammers to send his spike deeper and deeper into her quaking body. 

"Oh, please! Pleeeaaassseee! I can't take it! Pleeaaaasssseee, CARTER! NO! 
NO MORE!" 

"Oh yes, Christine baby, at least three inches more!" he grunted, thrusting 
and lunging with stroke after stroke to force his long, thick prick in her 
raw sex tunnel. The pain was like a hundred screaming sirens blasting in 
Christine's ears! She could feel the ropelike veins on his shaft gouging 
canals out of the sensitive inner flesh of her vagina. It felt like her body 
was being ripped into two parts! 

Carter almost had an orgasm as he looked down at the gorgeous brunette 
impaled on his thick cock. Tears were running down her cheeks like small 
rivers. Her head was flailing back and forth on the bedspread. He reached 
down and grasped a firm tit in each hand, squeezing them none too gently as 
he remembered how she always bounced them in front of all the men on the 
block. She thought she was a really hot shit, but she'd be a lot more humble 
when good ol' Carter was through with her, thank you! 

She was the only wife on the block who didn't wear a bra, and she could 
leave the men with aching nuts by just walking by and shaking her tits. The 
men talked about the way you could see her nipples pressed hard against the 
tight cotton blouses she wore. Carter had dreamed of laying Christine, and 
now he meant to make the utmost out of it! 

Christine didn't know how or when it happened, but the pain suddenly seemed 
to give way to a completely new sensation in her tortured body! It still 
hurt, but now there was a mixture of excitement and joy combined with the 
pain sweeping through her! Her ravaged vagina was so stuffed with his thick, 
club-like cock - it seemed as if her entire body was wrapped around his 
prick! She even imagined she could feel the swollen head working its way 
through her stomach and up into her throat! 

She tried to fight it, but her hips began grinding to skewer her body up the 
length of his impaling shaft. And she felt her sensitive nipples come alive 
and pop quiveringly erect! Christine cursed her body while she marveled at 
the new and strange sensations coursing through her veins. 

She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his steel wool-like pubic 
hair grind against her clitoris as he lunged the final inch of his foot long 
penis to the very depths of her womb! 

"Most gals can't take the whole thing," he grunted, "but most gals aren't 
red hot bitches like you, baby!" 

"You ... vile ... bastard!" she snapped. 

"You'll sing a different tune in a minute!" he laughed. Holding her breasts 
like handles, he slowly began pumping his hips. His prick began sliding in 
and out of her hot cunt, and with each downstroke he mashed her clitoris 
beneath his pelvis. 

Carter almost laughed out loud when he saw her gritting her teeth and 
holding her eyes shut tight. She wasn't going to let him know she liked it! 
Well, he'd make her beg for it! He massaged her pert nipples in his hands 
while he stroked his cock in her cunt with short, jerking stabs. He heard 
her breathing become heavier, rasping in her throat, and he could feel her 
skin getting hotter and wetter by the second. When the muscles in her thighs 
began to spasm, he rubbed her clitoris beneath his pubic mound as hard as he 
could. 

Christine was on fire! Flames were licking at every sensitive spot on her 
body! Her heart was pounding in her ears and it was all she could do to keep 
the moans of pleasure from escaping between her clenched teeth! He had 
triggered the animal lust in her, but she would rather die than let him know 
it! 

What was the matter with her? Why did her body betray her like this? How 
could she possibly become aroused with a crude beast like this? Was what he 
said true? Was she nothing but a red hot bitch? Look at the way she had 
reacted to Bobby yesterday! And now she had the sweet boy's father in her! 
First the son, then the father! 

Even as she cursed herself, electric shocks of desire were rocketing through 
her body! The fire in her vagina was spreading out of control and she could 
only give in to it. 

"OOOooooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned when he pulled his massive rod all the way 
back and then lunged hard to the very depths of her womb with one vicious, 
exciting, thrust! 

"Don't stop!" she cried when he held his heavy meat perfectly still inside 
her cunt. 

"You want to be fucked?" he asked teasingly. 

"Yes," Christine replied in a small, thin voice, making what she thought was 
her final capitulation. 

"Tell me," he taunted. "Beg me to lay it to you, Christine," he laughed, 
grinding his pubic hair against her quaking clitoris. 

"You bastard! You filthy bastard!" she moaned. "Fuck me!" 

"Beg!" he commanded, savoring his cruel victory. 

"Fuck me, goddamn it! Please, FUCK ME!" she cried, skewering her body up his 
shaft. "OH! OOOoooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Carter pulled back and gave her a hard thrust, then stopped. 

"Damn it, Carter!" she moaned. "Don't play games with me! Fuck me! Shove 
that cock up me. Make me feel every inch of it!" 

Carter's rigidly imposed control began to melt away as she begged him and 
writhed her body beneath him. If she wanted to feel his prick, he'd make her 
feel it! He dug his toes into the mattress and began bucking against her 
body with everything he had in him. His hips flew like hammers to drive the 
nail into her willing, writhing, body! His balls slapped hard against the 
firm cheeks of her ass and he watched her tits shake like jelly under his 
assault. 

The pain had all but vanished from Christine's ravaged vagina, to be 
replaced with the electric joy of being impaled on a hot, throbbing, hunk of 
steel-like cock. She dug her fingernails into the bedspread and tried to 
hold on as she rode his raging prick. 

While Christine hated her body for betraying her like this, she gorged 
herself with the animal pleasures sweeping through her. She felt like a 
beautiful mare in heat with a proud stallion shoving his yard-long dong up 
her! 

The bed springs began creaking, then screamed as their bouncing bodies 
rutted against the mattress. Christine threw her legs around his waist and 
locked her ankles behind his back. 

Her eyes flew open as she felt herself lifted free of the mattress and she 
found him standing on the floor with her body suspended on his iron pole! 
She put her arms around his neck and allowed him to carry her across the 
room, his cock thrusting into her womb all the way. 

Then her back was against the wall and he was jabbing into her as he held 
her there! Christine had never had it like this! It seemed like he was 
trying to nail her body to the wall with the huge spike of his hard penis! 
She held on, riding his cock and grinding her hips against the smooth wall. 

She moaned as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against the raw ends of 
her nervous system. She dug her heels into the hard cheeks of his ass and 
spurred him on. 

For Carter Wilson the game was over! He'd never fucked a woman this hot 
before! His balls were aching and ready to explode. He drove her into the 
wall, lunging his quickly throbbing, pulsing, cock deeper and deeper into 
her hot cunt. 

When she dug her heels into his ass, Carter released his control and fucked 
her with every ounce of his being! His prick flew in and out of her pussy, 
and he crushed her proud tits with his hairy chest. 

His balls began to roar like an angry surf crashing against a rocky shore! 
He could feel the muscles of her tight cunt contracting to grip and milk his 
surging penis. He hadn't had a fuck like this in years! It was like being a 
young stud again! 

"NOW!" Christine cried. "NOW! NOW! NOW! HARDER ... FASTER ... 
AAAaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!" 

She dug her nails into his shoulders until she could feel his blood oozing 
around the sharp points. When the head of his cock erupted and began spewing 
molten hot jets of his passion into her, Christine practically fainted! Her 
orgasm was so intense she felt her heart leap up to her throat! And he kept 
on fucking her, his hips driving her back fiat against the wall, as the 
never-ending steaming streams of semen flooded her vagina! It was all she 
could do to hang onto consciousness! 

Suddenly Carter's knees gave way and they were falling. Christine held on to 
him, holding his massive joint inside her vagina by gripping his waist with 
her knees. When they hit the floor, she still held him inside her by 
squatting on top of him. 

"Devil!" Carter gasped. "You are one hell-of-a piece of ass, Christine!" 

"You're pretty good yourself, Carter," she sighed. "But your son is better!" 

She pulled herself off of him and walked to the bathroom on wobbly legs, the 
sweet taste of victory filling her system like an intoxicating liquor! 

Christine wouldn't admit to herself how much she had enjoyed the screwing he 
had just given her, and she would never admit it to him. Not after the way 
he had humiliated her! 

"You're really a bitch!" he growled after her. 

Christine stopped at the door to the bathroom and turned to face him. 

"You'd better believe it, Carter!" she said in a nasty tone of voice. "And 
if you're not a man of your word, you'll find out how bitchy I can be! I 
wonder what your wife would say if I told her what you did to me this 
afternoon." 

"All right!" he snapped, pulling himself to his feet like a wounded bear. 
"All right! We call it square." 

"We'd better!" she shot back. "Now get your filthy ass to hell out of here!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Christine stood before the mirror the following morning studying herself. 
Have I really changed that much? she asked herself. Those last few moments 
with Carter Wilson were etched indelibly on her mind. She had never talked 
to anybody that way in her life! No one had ever accused her of being a 
bitch, but Carter was absolutely right. She had been a bitch with him, a 
real bitch! Was it something deep inside her emerging for the first time? 
Was she, in truth, a real bitch? 

The lonely, confused woman stared blankly into the mirror, trying to 
understand her true nature. She had always been what people called "easy 
going." Seldom had she ever allowed anybody to see her anger in any 
situation. Had she let people use her all of these years? Had she let them 
push her around? 

Christine had no doubts about being justified in what she had said and done 
to Carter Wilson. He was a pig, a red-necked pig who used anybody and 
everybody to his own ends. And the way he had tried to humiliate her! No, 
she had not been unfair with him. The arrogant, self-centered Carter Wilsons 
of this world deserved far worse than she had given him. And Christine was 
relatively sure he wouldn't bother her any more. 

As she walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Christine had a painful 
reminder of her sexual encounter with Carter. Her vagina was so sore from 
being stretched and ravaged by his giant penis it hurt to walk. Christine 
could still not understand how she could despise the man so much, yet still 
react to his sheer physical use of her body. 

It was after ten when she finished her third cup of coffee and started 
making up her shopping list. The front doorbell rang, and Christine wondered 
who in the world it could be! It was much too early for the first swimming 
class. She opened the door to find Jane Loud standing nervously on the 
doorstep. 

"Christine," Mrs. Loud began with a note of anxiety, "I hate to bother you, 
but I wonder if I could talk to you for a moment." 

"Sure, Jane," Christine returned with a smile. "Come on in and have a cup of 
hot coffee - I just made some." 

"Well, if it's made," Jane Loud replied, following Christine into the den. 
"Please don't go to any trouble." 

"No trouble," Christine assured her. "Sit down and I'll pour us both a cup." 

Now what in the world does she want? Christine wondered as she walked into 
the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. Jane Loud and her husband lived 
on the corner, and although they enjoyed a friendly relationship with 
Christine and Larry, they weren't what Christine considered real close 
friends. For one thing, Jane was one of the local gossips and neighborhood 
busy bodies, the type of person Christine always tried to avoid becoming 
involved with. She's probably on some damned committee to raise money for 
something, Christine told herself as she carried the cups back to the den. 

"Cream or sugar?" she asked as she handed the cup of steaming coffee to 
Jane. 

"Black is just fine," Jane replied. "I'm on a diet again, and I'm trying to 
give up all sweets. I don't know how you keep that magnificent figure, 
Christine! It's sheer hell for me to lose weight!" 

"I suppose I'm just one of the lucky ones who can eat or drink just about 
anything I want, without gaining a pound," Christine replied modestly. 

"I know, and it seems so unfair!" Jane exclaimed with a pout. "You never 
have been a big eater." 

"Oh, I like food, Jane," Christine said with a small laugh, wondering when 
the other woman would get to the point of her visit. "But I have never had a 
big appetite, if that's what you mean." 

"Exactly! That's what makes it seem so unfair," Jane replied. "But I'd 
better tell you why I came. I'm afraid it's rather serious, and I hate to 
bother you." 

"Serious?" Christine prompted. 

"Yes. I've just come from police head-quarters." 

"Police?" Christine queried, her interest now fully captured. 

"I'd better begin at the beginning," Jane said, taking a sip of the hot 
coffee and then setting the cup on the end table. "Two of the neighborhood 
boys got into trouble this morning." 

"Who?" she asked "Ronnie Anderson and the Wilson boy," Jane replied. 

"Bobby Wilson?" Christine asked with a sinking feeling in her stomach. 

"Right. Nobody's quite sure who was responsible, but the boys went and 
"borrowed" Mr. Conright's car." 

"Ronnie and Bobby?" 

"Yes. The police caught them driving at seventy miles an hour on Harper's 
road. "Ronnie was driving, and Bobby claims it was all Ronnie's idea. Mr. 
Conright is in the habit of leaving his keys in the car when it's in the 
garage. It seems the boys opened his garage about seven-thirty this morning 
and took the car." 

"Where were they going?" Christine asked, finding the whole situation too 
difficult to believe. 

"For a joy ride, according to Bobby. They say they intended to return the 
car before Mr. Conright left for work at nine. The police picked them up at 
eight-forty-five, took them down to the police station, and then called 
their parents." "Oh, how awful!" 

"It's been a very busy, emotional morning, believe me!" Jane sighed. "Carter 
Wilson left town at six this morning and won't be back for at least several 
weeks. I was having coffee with Diane when the police called. You can 
imagine how upset she was!" 

"I can say so!" Christine said. "Are the boys in jail?" 

"No, no," Jane said quickly. "Diane and I talked Mr. Conright out of 
pressing charges. He was very reasonable, considering. He had every right to 
sign a complaint of a stolen car and the two boys would have been held. But 
he agreed to drop everything. The boys have to pay him for the gas they 
used, and they have to help him on his farm outside of town on weekends." 

"That was nice of him," Christine sighed. "I don't know the Conrights very 
well, but they've always seemed like decent people." 

"Oh, they are!" Jane assured her. "A lot of the men on this block would have 
filed stolen car charges against the boys, believe me!" 

"I suppose so," Christine lied, not really believing anybody she knew on the 
block would actually send two really nice kids to jail over what was hardly 
more than a boyish prank rather than a vicious criminal act. "Would you like 
more coffee?" 

"Oh, dear me, no!" Jane said. "I'll really have to run. The house is a mess 
and I'd planned to do some mending today. You see, Diane asked me to drop by 
to ask you for a favor." 

"I'll be glad to do anything I can," Christine said sincerely. 

"Well, what with Carter gone, Mrs. Wilson wants to be sure Bobby really gets 
impressed with just how serious this affair was, and that he's never to do 
anything so terrible again. " "I can understand that," Christine said. 

"And Diane says she has had a problem communicating with Bobby lately," Jane 
continued. "She feels he doesn't pay very much attention to what she says. 
She could call Carter and ask him to come home to handle the boy, but she 
hates to do that when this contract he's on is so important to them, and 
he'd be furious and maybe do something terrible to Bobby. " "I don't see. " 
Christine prompted, impatiently, wondering if talky Jane Loud was capable of 
ever coming to the point! 

"Well, Diane feels that you have a good influence over Bobby. Bobby talks 
about you a lot at home and he certainly seems to respect you. Diane thinks 
that if you sat him down and had a long, serious talk with the boy, he'd 
listen to you." 

"Well ... Jane, I really don't know that he'd pay more attention to me than 
he would to his own mother," Christine replied hesitantly. 

"Diane is sure he will!" Jane insisted. "And it is true that outsiders often 
carry more weight with youngsters than the family does, Christine. I know, 
it's a terrible burden to place on you. Diane would have come herself to ask 
you, but she thought it would be better if Bobby didn't know she had asked 
you to do this. You know - he will think you're talking to him as a friend, 
and not just because his parents put you up to it... " "I can see that," 
Christine remarked. "But do you think he'd really listen to me?" "Diane 
thinks so, and she knows her own boy better than either of us do. You've 
become a neighborhood hero with the younger generation because of this 
swimming thing, Christine. I honestly believe the young people will listen 
to you." 

"Well ... " Christine remarked, stalling. "I've also talked to Lorena 
Anderson," Jane continued. "Ronnie is in one of your classes, too, isn't 
he?" 

"Yes, he and Bobby are in the advanced group." 

"Lorena says Ronnie really likes you. She called her husband at the bakery 
and he said he was too busy to come this morning. Can you imagine that? His 
son is arrested for stealing a car - and he's too damn busy to come home! 
The Andersons are on the verge of a divorce, you know. And from the way 
Lorena talked this morning, this may be the last straw as far as she's 
concerned! When I told her Diane and I were going to ask you to talk to 
Bobby, she said she'd really appreciate it if you'd include Ronnie and talk 
to both of them at the same time." 

"Good heavens, Jane, do you want me to get involved in a divorce situation?" 

"Of course not, Christine!" Jane replied quickly. "All we'd like you to do 
is talk to the two boys together - try to make them understand how serious 
this incident was. They're both basically good boys, Christine. If they 
understand how serious something like this is, they won't be likely to do it 
again." 

"I suppose I could have a talk with them after swimming class," Christine 
said slowly. "But, goodness Jane, I can't promise very much!" 

"We know that, Christine," Jane said warmly. "But we all think you can 
help." 

"I'll try," Christine replied. "That's all I can do. Look, swimming classes 
end at five-thirty and the two boys are in the last class. Why don't I fix 
some hamburgers or something and talk to them then? You can tell Diane and 
Lorena to skip dinner for the boys. That way, we won't be rushed. I haven't 
the slightest idea how I'm going to tackle this!" 

"You'll come up with an idea, don't worry," Jane said, rising and picking up 
her purse. "I think the hamburgers are a good idea. The boys will be more 
relaxed and more receptive. I'll call Diane and Lorena as soon as I get 
home. I know they'll appreciate what you're doing, Christine!" 

Christine had no sooner closed the door behind Jane Loud than the phone 
rang. It was a long distance call from her sister, Carol. In a near 
hysterical voice, Carol announced that her eight-year marriage was at an end 
and that she was filing for divorce! In a long and difficult conversation, 
Christine learned that Carol's husband had come "out of the closet" - 
revealing himself as a homosexual - after Carol caught him with a man in a 
motel the night before. He had begged Carol to stay married to him because 
she was the perfect front for his abnormal behavior, but Carol had been 
unhappy for years and refused to stay even another day in the same house 
with him. 

"Sure, Carol," Christine said into the phone, "you can stay with me. You 
know I'd love to have you. Larry won't be home for at least a month, so it 
won't be a bother at all. Okay, sweetheart, I'll expect you tomorrow 
afternoon. Bye, bye." 

Is the whole damned world falling apart today? Christine asked herself as 
she hung up. What next, for heaven's sake? 

Glancing at the clock, she jumped up and made a hurried shopping list. With 
Carol coming to stay with her, she'd need to get more food in the house. And 
she had to buy hamburger and buns for the boys this afternoon: What in the 
world was she going to say to those two boys? How was she going to handle 
it? 

The lines at the supermarket were long, and by the time Christine got home 
she found the four girls in her first swimming class waiting at the front 
door. 

"Go on out by the pool, but don't get in the water yet!" she said as the 
girls helped her carry the groceries inside. "I'll change into a swimming 
suit and be with you in a minute." 

"Mrs. Gorman," Linda, the cute young blonde who lived down the street, said, 
"would it be all right if I changed to your last class today?" 

"That's a boy's class, Linda," Christine replied, wondering why Linda would 
make such a request. 

"I know," the girl replied coolly. 

"Well, go on out by the pool and we'll talk about it later, Linda. I can't 
keep the others waiting, and there will be another class arriving pretty 
soon." 

Christine wondered why in the world Linda wanted to change to a boy's class? 
She rushed back to the bedroom and changed quickly, then began her first of 
four classes for the afternoon. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Bobby, please put some charcoal in the grill, and light it," Christine 
asked as she headed for the shower. "We'll barbecue our hamburgers outside - 
it's so nice out." 

"Okay," Bobby said, his usual enthusiasm definitely lacking in his voice. 

Christine slipped out of her bathing suit and stood under the hot spray in 
the shower. She turned the water full up, hoping the heat and water pressure 
would help relax her tired muscles. This had been one of the longest days in 
her life! She felt fatigued from the hours in the pool with the raucous 
youngsters. Finally her tense muscles began to loosen, and she sighed as she 
climbed out of the shower and dried her body briskly with a large towel. 

She had given up trying to plan how she would handle the talk with the two 
guys. She decided she'd just play it as it came. Both Bobby and Ronnie 
Anderson had been very subdued in the swimming class, and she imagined they 
were suffering their own private hells as a result of their "prank" this 
morning. 

Christine slipped into a pair of shorts and a tight cotton pullover. It was 
too warm outside to wear a dress or slacks. She brushed her hair and headed 
for the kitchen. 

"You guys each want a cola?" she called out the den door on her way to the 
kitchen. 

Both boys followed her into the kitchen. 

"I ... guess ... so," Bobby said slowly. 

"Would you rather have something else?" Christine asked. 

"Well," Bobby said softly, "what I'd really like right now is a beer ..." 
"Do your parents let you drink beer?" Christine asked. "You know the legal 
age for beer in this state is twenty-one." 

"Aw, they don't!" he said in a disgusted tone. "I guess all adults are 
alike. But all the guys our age get some, one way or another." "Look, 
Bobby," Christine said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice, "I don't give a damn 
if you have a beer. There's plenty in the ice box. But I won't be 
responsible for what your parents say and feel about it." 

"Gee, they wouldn't know!" Bobby said with his first enthusiasm of the 
afternoon. 

"Then help yourself," Christine commented. "You too, Ronnie. But just 
remember, you didn't get it here." 

"You bet!" Ronnie said as Bobby handed him a frosted can of beer. 

"Is the fire going?" she asked. 

"Sure is," Bobby replied. 

"Okay, I'll get things ready. You two stay in the house with those beers," 
Christine warned. "I don't want anybody to see you drinking in my back 
yard." 

She began preparing the hamburger patties and the boys walked into the den. 
Christine knew that if her talk with the two boys was going to be effective, 
they had to feel she was on their side and understood them. If she was "just 
another adult", she would be wasting her time. The beer wouldn't hurt them, 
and hell, they were practically grown men! She'd be sure they chewed some 
mints before she let them go home. 

Christine finished her fourth rum and coke as she grilled the hamburgers. 
She was relaxed now, maybe even a little too relaxed, but she felt better 
able to cope with the situation. 

The boys ate two hamburgers apiece and somehow managed to polish off a giant 
twin-pack of potato chips. For dessert, she gave them hot fudge sundaes. And 
while they were finishing the sundaes, Christine had another stiff drink to 
steel herself for the talk. She joined them in the den and sat on the couch. 

"By the way, I heard about your little adventure this morning," she 
commented to open the talk. 

"Damn!" Ronnie Anderson exclaimed. "Has everybody in town heard about it?" 

"I wouldn't be surprised," Christine responded with a laugh. "Stealing a car 
is pretty serious." 

"Aw, we didn't steal it, Christine," Bobby said. 

"That's right," Ronnie added. "We just sort of borrowed it." 

"Oh, I know you didn't really steal the car," Christine said. "You just 
wanted to take it for a drive, right?" 

"That's right," Ronnie said. "Man, you're alright!" he said, turning to 
Bobby. "She's not like the rest of them!" 

"I told you!" Bobby said triumphantly. 

"I guess Bobby told you that I understand young men like you," Christine 
remarked. 

"Yeah." 

"Well, I do, Ronnie. I think I know exactly what you two thought this 
morning when you took Mr. Conright's car. It was a fun idea and nobody would 
be hurt, right?" 

"Yeah," Ronnie replied. "And then everybody got their balls in an uproar and 
made a big thing out of it!" 

"Well, have you considered their point of view?" Christine asked. 

"What do you mean?" 

Christine quietly began explaining why the police and their parents were 
justifiably upset about the incident. She told them about gangs that 
specialized in stealing cars, and how a number of local area men were in 
prison right this minute for a rash of car thefts lately. 

"Let's say it was your car, Ronnie," she continued. "And let's say a man 
came and took it from your driveway. Then, when the police caught him an 
hour or so later, he told them that he took your car just to have some fun. 
Honestly, how would you feel?" 

"Mad!" Ronnie responded quickly. "Why?" 

"Well, he had no right to take my car!" Ronnie replied. 

"Would you want the police to put him in jail?" Christine asked. 

"Damn right!" the boy replied. "Why?" 

"Because he ripped off my ... Oh!" 

"That's right, Ronnie," Christine said with a warm laugh. "It's the same 
thing you did this morning. To use your own words, you ripped off a car you 
had no right to take." 

"Aw, it wasn't going to hurt old man Conright any," the boy protested 
weakly. 

"What if the guy who ripped off your car said the same thing - that it 
wasn't going to hurt Ronnie Anderson any?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," the boy said meekly. 

Although she was enveloped in a warm haze as a result of the alcohol in her 
system, Christine watched the two boys carefully while she talked to them. 
She felt she had made excellent progress, yet at the same time it was almost 
too easy! There was something they weren't telling her - something they were 
holding back. She decided to try a frontal attack. 

"Okay, boys," she said sternly, "that's enough of that bullshit! Now tell me 
where you were really going with that car!" ' She knew she had struck a bell 
when both boys blushed. She trained her eyes on Ronnie first. He was taller 
than Bobby, and quite a bit heavier, husky. He was also a good looking boy. 
His wavy black hair framed an angular face and his eyes were almost dark 
blue. Christine knew he played football in school and was considered, in 
local circles at least, to be a promising prospect for the pros. 

Ronnie stared back into her inquiring eyes, then dropped his gaze to his 
hands in his lap. Christine turned her attention to Bobby and immediately 
saw that he would break and tell all. 

"All right, Bobby!" she said firmly. "You and I are good friends - at least, 
I think we are. So tell me where you were going with that car. And don't try 
to lie to me. I'm not going to say a word to anybody. This is just between 
the three of us." 

"Hey ..." Ronnie shot a warning look at Bobby. 

"It's all right, I tell ya!" Bobby countered. "She's cool, man." 

"Bobby's right, Ronnie," Christine said. "I'm not going to tell anybody." 

"We - well - we were on our way to see a girl Ronnie knows," Bobby admitted. 

"A girl?" 

"She lives on a farm outside of town and she puts out," Bobby said rapidly. 

"For shit's sake!" Ronnie groaned. 

"Knock it off, Ronnie," Christine said. "What do I care if you know a girl 
who'll put out? That's your business, and nobody else's. But why the car?" 

"It takes over an hour by bus to get out there," Ronnie said quietly. "You 
have to transfer twice." So we thought we'd borrow old man Conright's car to 
"Get laid?" Christine asked, laughing in spite of herself. 

"Something like that," Ronnie replied uncomfortably. 

"Have you ever laid the girl" Christine asked, turning to Ronnie. 

"Well ..." the boy blustered weekly. 

"He hasn't laid her," Bobby said quietly. "Paul at school told him about 
her." 

"Crap, Bobby!" Ronnie groaned. "How much are you going to tell her, for 
shit's sake!" "Don't be ashamed that you haven't laid the girl," Christine 
said in a soft voice. 

The entire situation was so hilariously ridiculous to her she could hardly 
keep a straight face. 

Imagine these two young guys driving out to a farm in the hopes of getting 
laid by a girl they didn't even know - and so early in the morning! But she 
knew how serious this was for the boys, and she didn't want to shame Ronnie 
or she would defeat the purpose of her talk with them. 

"Bobby, why don't you mix me a rum and coke?" 

"Sure," Bobby replied. "How much rum do I put in it?" 

"This much," she said, handing him her glass and measuring off the portion 
of rum with her finger. 

"Could ... could I have one?" Bobby asked hesitantly. 

"All right," Christine said with a smile. "Make one for each of you, but 
only half as much rum ~ hear me?" 

"Sure!" 

Bobby almost ran toward the kitchen and Christine saw Ronnie begin squirming 
in his seat. 

"Look, Ronnie, it doesn't embarrass me to talk about sex," she said softly. 
"I can understand you driving out there to try to lay the girl ..." 

"We weren't going to lay her," Ronnie replied defensively. 

"Well, what were you going to do?" 

"Her family is pretty hard up, and the girl doesn't get hardly any spending 
money for herself Ronnie said slowly. "She gives some guys - can I say it - 
blow jobs for five bucks a pop. Bobby and me were just going to get a blow 
job, that's all." 

"She must do a big business!" Christine said with a smile. "At only five 
bucks a trick, she should be busy all the time." 

"She can't leave the farm, and it's a long way out there," Ronnie remarked. 

"Ronnie, have you ever had a blow job?" Christine asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Where?" 

"Here ... I mean ... well, Linda blew me twice," he said, his young cheeks 
turning beet red. 

"So what's wrong with Linda?" Christine asked. "I mean, why take somebody's 
car and drive all the way out of town if you can get the same thing here?" 

"Aw, Linda's no good. She acts like a kid. Besides, she's now got a big 
crush on Bobby, and she won't touch anybody else. All the guys say she's 
lousy, anyway." 

The pieces of the jigsaw puzzle began to fall into place in Christine's 
mind. Now she understood why Linda had been acting so very strangely lately. 
She has a crush on Bobby Wilson and she must suspect something is going on 
between Bobby and me, Christine told herself. And that's why she wanted to 
change into the boys' class in swimming, to keep an eye on Bobby and me! 

"Here's your rum and coke," Bobby announced, handing Christine her glass. 
"Yours is in the kitchen, Ronnie. I couldn't carry three glasses." 

"Okay," Ronnie said, glad for the opportunity to get out of this 
uncomfortable situation. 

"So Linda has a crush on you," Christine remarked to Bobby as she took a 
long sip of her drink. 

"Yeah," the boy said with a small blush. "That's what Ronnie and Paul say." 

"Don't you like her?" Christine asked, her head now drifting on the light, 
swirling, clouds of rum in her veins. 

"Not much." 

"Why not? She's a pretty girl. And she certainly has a good figure. She's 
got the biggest tits of any girl on this block!" Christine added with a 
laugh. 

"Yeah," Bobby replied, "but she's too possessive. You know what I mean? And 
she is real ... well, clumsy." 

"Ronnie says Linda doesn't mind blowing boys," Christine said, feeling more 
and more wicked by the moment. "You don't want her to suck your cock?" 

"The guys say she's a lousy performer," Bobby explained. "And she wants to 
make a big deal of it. Wow, just talking like this turns me on!" 

"Me, too," Christine replied under her breath as Ronnie walked in and 
rejoined them. "Maybe Ronnie can tell us why Linda isn't good at giving blow 
jobs?" she said with a challenging smile, eyebrow arched. 

The boy blushed and swallowed almost half his drink in one gulp. 

"Or maybe it embarrasses him too much to talk about sex," Christine teased. 

"Linda gets you all hot and then stops," he blurted out. "She won't let you 
pop off in her mouth!" 

"Silly girl," Christine giggled, "that's the best part!" 

"You should teach Linda that instead of swimming!" Bobby said and they all 
laughed heartily. 

Christine knew she was getting high and she could hardly believe it was only 
seven o'clock when she looked at her watch. Sitting up straight and taking a 
deep breath to clear her mind, she talked seriously with the two boys once 
again about the incident involving the car. She reasoned with them and made 
them promise her that they would never do anything like that again. 

"I'm serious now!" she added. 

"Me, too," Ronnie responded. "It was a crazy idea anyway." 

"Yeah, and I'm sure not going to get a police record like you said, 
Christine," Bobby added. "Something like that screwing up a guy's future is 
really stupid." 

"I never thought about it that way until you explained it," Ronnie agreed. 
"That would be a bad trip!" 

"I'm glad you both understand," Christine commented, relaxing once again. 
"What would you like to do now? Watch TV, play a video game or something?" 

"Hey!" Bobby exclaimed. "How about strip poker?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I win!" Bobby shrieked. Christine giggled like a young girl. She lost the 
first two hands, taking off a sandal each time. Now she had only two items 
of clothing, left, her shorts and her cotton pullover. She knew how the boys 
loved her breasts, and for a moment she considered teasing them by taking 
off her shorts first. But that meant she would have to stand up, and as high 
as she was, Christine didn't feel she was quite up to that! 

The ripe and mature woman reached down to her waist and pulled her cotton 
top up over her head. She couldn't see, but she heard the sharp intake of 
breath when her breasts bobbled free. It was Ronnie, Christine was sure of 
that! 

In their swim suits, the boys were at a distinct disadvantage. Bobby lost 
his trunks on the first hand. During the next two hands, Christine could 
hardly keep her eyes off his instant hard-on. 

Now Ronnie, who had won the first hand and dropped out of the second, had 
lost his trunks. Christine tossed her pullover in the corner and stared 
brazenly at Ronnie's crotch. His prick was thick, like the rest of his body, 
but not as long as Bobby's. And it was perfectly erect, sticking straight up 
in his lap as they all sat in a circle on the den floor. 

"What do we do if we lose and don't have any more clothes?" Bobby demanded. 

"Maybe we should quit," Christine wisely suggested, thinking the game had 
been fun but had probably gone far enough. Then she saw the disappointment 
on the faces of the two virile young guys. 

"Aw!" Bobby cried. "That isn't fair! All we had on was our trunks!" 

"Hey!" Ronnie said. "Why not have the loser do whatever the winner tells 
him?" 

"Yeah!" Bobby agreed enthusiastically. 

"Well ... okay," Christine agreed. She was so pleasantly high, and the guys 
were having such a good time, why not go along with them for a while? 

Bobby dealt and Christine had four clubs and one diamond. She discarded the 
diamond and drew one card, the eight of hearts. Ronnie had a pair of nines. 
Bobby triumphantly laid down a pair of jacks. 

"You both lose!" the boy cried excitedly. "Well, I guess I lose my pants!" 
Christine laughed. She reached down and opened the snap of the waistband and 
then unzipped her shorts. Instead of standing up, she lifted her tail off 
the carpet and pulled her shorts down. She sat down and wriggled them down 
her thighs and over her knees. She saw both boys staring intently at her 
crotch, and she spread her legs wide apart as she pulled her shorts free of 
her feet. 

"You lost, too, Ronnie," Bobby laughed. 

"So what do I have to do?" 

"Pet Christine's pussy," Bobby giggled. 

"Is it... I mean, is it okay?" he asked Christine. 

"He won, didn't he?" Christine laughed. "You have to do what he tells you 
to. Those are the rules you made up." 

Ronnie crawled forward on his knees and hesitantly reached out to touch 
Christine's pubic mound. He was shy and unsure of himself, and Christine 
smiled at him warmly. 

"Don't you like to pet pussies?" she teased. 

"Yeah, if it's really all right," the boy said in a low, faltering voice." 

"Well, go ahead," she urged him. 

Ronnie placed his hand on her pubic mound and let his young, inexperienced, 
fingers slide down into her slit. He stroked his hand up and down her heavy 
matted vulva. 

"UUuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Christine sighed. Even through the alcoholic haze 
that engulf- ed her body she could feel the exciting sparks begin to course 
through her system. The boy's hand was gentle, almost as if he was afraid he 
was going to hurt her. Yet his fingers grazed her dormant clitoris and made 
it spring to life. She saw his erect penis quiver as it stuck straight out 
from his plump groin, and she had to fight back the impulse to take it in 
her hand! 

Christine closed her eyes and allowed her body to flow on the ripples of 
passion the young boy was sending through her. 

"Okay, that's enough!" Bobby announced. "It's your deal, Christine." 

Christine sighed when she felt Ronnie's hand leave her pussy. She accepted 
the deck Bobby handed her and mechanically dealt each of them five cards. 
When she looked at her hand, Christine's heart skipped a beat! She had dealt 
herself three kings, a queen, and a two. Bobby called for three cards and 
Ronnie took one. On a hunch, Christine discarded the two and drew one card. 
She glanced at it and squealed with delight. She had drawn another queen to 
give her a full house! 

"Let's see you beat this," she said with certainty as she laid her cards out 
on the floor. 

"Damn!" Ronnie said. "I had two pair!" 

"And I had three fours," Bobby exclaimed. 

"Well, you both lose!" Christine laughed. "And it's my turn to tell you what 
to do!" 

"Well?" Bobby asked. 

"Well," Christine said slowly, "I think Ronnie should kiss my breast. Is 
that all right, Ronnie?" 

"Sure!" he responded eagerly. 

"How about me?" Bobby demanded. 

"Bobby, it's your turn to pet the pussy!" Christine giggled. 

"Just pet it?" Bobby asked with a wink and a smirk. 

"Of course, if you're hungry ... " Christine giggled, leaning back to lie on 
the floor. 

As she spread her thighs wide apart, Christine watched Ronnie slowly lower 
his face to her chest. He took her breast in his hand and held it while he 
brought his lips to her nipple. He had such a handsome, youthful face! His 
cheeks were full and flushed. His eyebrows were thick and jet black, 
matching the wavy hair on his head. 

"That's it, Ronnie!" Christine gasped when he captured her budding nipple 
between his young lips and slowly pulled it into his eager mouth. 

Bobby crawled between the besotted woman's full thighs and reached out to 
place his hands on her thickly matted pubic mound. The rum in his veins made 
him bold, and he spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers and stared 
into the glistening pink of her vulva with hungry eyes. 

Dipping his head like a bird drinking water, he darted his tongue into her 
moist slit. The taste of her sex was much more exciting than the rum he had 
tasted for the first time in his life this very evening. 

"OOOOOooooohhhhhhh!" Christine moaned when she felt the full effect of the 
two young mouths on her sensitive body. With the directness which is the 
mark of the inexperienced lover, Bobby aimed first at her quivering clitoris 
and immediately ignited a fire in her loins. And Ronnie's inexpert mouth was 
beginning to drive her crazy! He was nibbling on her sensitive nipple with 
his teeth and it hurt! She was about to tell him when she felt her nipple 
pop erect in his young mouth. The pain suddenly became a burning flame that 
swept from her chest to her groin, then back again like a ball bouncing 
between walls! Christine had not realized how aroused she was! 

These two eager young studs caressing her body with their wanton mouths were 
sending her racing willy-nilly up the ladder of wild passion! 

"Play with my other tit, Ronnie darling, while you kiss that one!" she 
mewed. "Like that - yes, like that!" 

When he felt the muscles in her thighs begin to expand and contract in tiny 
spasms of joy, Bobby started licking the length of her slit with the width 
of his young tongue like a cow licking a bar of salt. He covered her entire 
slit from her puckered anus to her quivering, budding clitoris. 

"Oh, wow!" Christine cried out loud. She couldn't believed it had happened 
so quickly, but she was completely consumed with a raging fire sweeping 
through her entire body - starting in her scalp and tingling it way right 
down to the tips of her toes! 

Through the dulling haze surrounding her mind, Christine couldn't help 
comparing what was happening to her now with what she had experienced with 
Carter the night before. There was no humiliation now, no need to dominate, 
no physical and emotional combat. Those elements were missing, and she was 
experiencing only the pure, simple, exciting joys of innocent love of her 
body! 

The boys' tongues exploring and stimulating her senses were eager, gentle, 
and loving! Their needs, and hers, were physical - honest, and natural, and 
not mixed up with life patterns, frustrations, sick needs originating from 
hang ups and emotional bruises suffered in the daily battle of life. 

"AAAAaaaahhhhh!" she moaned when she felt Bobby's finger begin massaging her 
anus as he sucked and nibbled on her sensitive clitoris. 

The hot woman's body began to writhe on the carpet as her breathing became 
heavier and heavier. The two young novices pursued their tasks with the 
energy and vigor of youth, licking and sucking the sexy woman's sensitive 
sex flesh with gusto. Christine's head began flailing back and forth on the 
rug and her clenched fists beat a sensuous rhythm on the floor. The hotter 
she became, the faster they were motivated to attack her throbbing organs. 

"EEEEEeeeeeiiiiiioooooowwwwww!" Christine shouted at the top of her lungs 
when a mind-bending explosion ripped through her entire body. Her hips 
arched off the floor and ground her steaming pussy hard against Bobby's 
thirsting mouth and she held her hand behind Ronnie's head and pressed his 
handsome face firmly against her heaving chest. Her orgasm was a long, 
all-consuming explosion that left her muscles spasming in small jerks as she 
collapsed on the carpet with a low animal-like cry. 

"Wow!" Ronnie exclaimed when he finally managed to free his face from her 
exciting tit. "Did you c - come?" 

"Oh, yes" Christine sighed contentedly. 

"Was it good?" Bobby asked, licking her juices from his lips. 

"Good? It was fantastic, Bobby darling!" she mewed. 

"Come on," Ronnie said quickly, "it's my deal!" "You want to play more?" 
Christine sighed. "Hell yes!" Ronnie groaned, dealing the cards rapidly. 

Christine had to pull her body into a sitting position and her head was 
swimming when she reached for the cards. The spots seemed to blur before her 
eyes as she studied her hand. Christine laughed to herself when she realized 
she was roaringly and uninhibitedly drunk! 

All three drew four cards, and Ronnie won with ace, king high. 

"Okay," Bobby said, "you win, Ronnie." 

"What are your orders, master?" Christine asked, glad that her words weren't 
blurring. "I ... I want you to give me ..." the boy faltered. 

"I know!" Christine exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "You want me to give you 
a real, good, genuine full-blown blow job!" 

"Yes," Ronnie said softly, his cheeks coloring. 

"So you can compare it with what Linda has done to you," Christine laughed. 
The challenge gave the kindly, love-starved woman a new surge of energy. She 
rose to a kneeling position and crawled over between the eager boy's legs. 

"How about me?" Bobby demanded. "I lost, too!" 

"Do whatever you want." 

Ronnie sighed, allowing the older woman to spread his thighs with her warm 
hands. His testicles ached and burned as he watched her lower her pretty 
face to his groin! Man, she's pretty and sexy, he sighed to himself! He saw 
her heavy, firm, tits hanging down from her chest, the hard nipples pointing 
directly at the floor. And he felt her soft, silky hair brush against his 
thighs as her mouth moved slowly closer to his straining prick! 

This was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him! It was like having 
one of his almost nightly sexual fantasies coming to life! 

Christine felt the alcohol swirling in her head as she bent down in her 
kneeling position and brought her lips to the young boy's chunky, trembling 
penis. She grasped the thick member in her hand. The head and shaft were 
already moist with his excitement. 

She inhaled slowly and deeply, savoring the stimulating aroma of his young 
sex like a man sniffs a fine brandy! Christine wondered if she could get 
drunk on the odor of a young man's cock? It was so exciting, so 
intoxicating! 

The lusting older woman's experienced fingers wrapped around his surging 
prick and pulled the foreskin down so that the swollen head of his penis 
seemed to pop out. She loved the delicate pink color and the fleshy texture 
of his sex organ! The skin on the blood-engorged tip was like a rough 
velvet! She slid her tongue out of her mouth and brought it to the soft 
curls of his pubic hair at the base of his shaft. Then she ran it along the 
entire length of his penis, up one side and down the other. 

Christine thought the taste of a young dip-stick was even more exciting than 
the aroma! It was like eating fresh popcorn or salted pretzels - she 
couldn't get enough! 

When the youth began to moan, Christine pursed her lips and brought them to 
the very tip of his jerking cock. She held them there for a long moment, 
then brought her mouth quickly down to capture his entire organ. She 
delighted in the way she could feel his heart beating rampantly in the veins 
that ran along his prick! 

Bobby sat watching Christine go down on his friend and his hand 
unconsciously went to his trembling penis. He began stroking himself when he 
saw Ronnie's cock glide between Christine's lips and disappear into her 
mouth! 

Shifting positions to ease the growing tension in his loins, Bobby suddenly 
found himself staring directly at Christine's upraised ass. He could see her 
asshole, and below it her snatch. Her dark, hairy, crotch seemed to hang 
suspended between her suntanned legs and he could even see the pink flesh of 
her vulva through the thick mat of her pubic hair ! His balls were aching 
with desire. The fire in his loins was so in- tense his hand could not calm 
him! He wanted to fuck her, to sink his cock up her cunt and bang the hell 
out of her! Why not? 

Holding Ronnie's tight scrotum in her hand and fondling his hot balls, 
Christine bobbed her head up and down on his rod. She was surprised to find 
that sucking his cock aroused her anew. Tiny electric shock waves ripped 
through her body each time her bobbing breasts brushed against those 
muscular thighs! 

And she loved the way his penis throbbed and quivered in her sucking mouth! 
She heard his heavy breathing, and felt his strong muscles spasm, and her 
mouth and tongue increased their feverish demands on his hot genitals. 

Christine was caught off guard when she suddenly felt Bobby's hands on her 
waist. She wondered what the boy was doing when she felt his hard prick 
pressing into her slit. Every atom in her body came alive when he began 
rubbing the swollen head of his long pole against her clitoris. 

Then he was in her! In one swift thrust, he shoved his hard penis all the 
way up her vagina! Christine thought she was going to faint with joy! Having 
a young cock in her mouth while another young prick fucked her from behind 
made her body react with an intensity she had never imagined possible! The 
blood in her veins seemed to turn to molten lava! 

Christine held onto Ronnie's trembling, quaking, young rod for all she was 
worth and sucked the sweetness of his sex frantically! She ground her hips 
against Bobby's bucking pelvis and gave herself over to the incredible 
pleasures of having two cocks in her at the same time! 

"YYYiiieeee!" Ronnie groaned, arching his hips off the floor to sink his 
prick deep in the sexy woman's throat as his balls suddenly exploded. 

It all seemed to happen at once! Christine felt Ronnie's juices begin to 
splash against the back of her throat. And at what seemed like the exact 
same moment to the excited woman, Bobby's penis expanded and began spurting 
thick, white, steaming hot semen into her vagina. Her body shuddered, then 
was ripped with the violence of a tornado as she found herself gripped in 
her own intense orgasm! 

To Christine, it felt like she was being flooded by two incredibly exciting 
fire hoses! She could feel their lovely pricks contracting in her mouth and 
cunt as she drained the hot juices from their erupting organs! 

Their three naked bodies seemed to hang suspended in time and motion, then 
collapsed in a heap of arms and legs. 

"Gee, that was something else!" Bobby exclaimed, panting for breath. 

"Out of sight!" Ronnie sighed. 

"How do I compare with Linda?" Christine asked with a warm, contented smile 
on her face. 

"Linda's a pig!" Ronnie sighed. 

"Never say that about a girl!" Christine scolded, pulling her spent body to 
a sitting position. "She'll learn. All she needs is someone who loves and 
cares for her to teach her." 

"She'll never be able to suck a cock like that!" Ronnie said. 

"Of course she will!" Christine replied. "You could teach her, Ronnie. 
That's all she needs. If she's willing to do it, she wants to learn." 

"Not me!" Ronnie said quickly. 

"Me neither!" Bobby added. "She makes too much of a big deal out of 
everything!" 

"Oh, you two are impossible!" Christine scolded. "Poor Linda." 

"Yeah, poor Linda!" they both said at once. 

"Bobby, can you see the clock on the corner table?" Christine asked. "What 
time is it?" 

"Let's see ... " Bobby said, rising. 

"Tell us where the big hand and little hand is," Ronnie teased. 

"Fuck you, Ronnie," Bobby replied. "It's eight-thirty." 

"Oh!" Christine said, quickly pulling herself up on her wobbly legs. "It's 
time for you two to get home! Your mothers will be wondering if something 
happened to you on the way home. Get into your trunks right away." 

While the boys slipped into their swim suits, Christine opened a drawer in 
the end table and gave them each two odor killing breath-mints to chew. 

"We don't want your parents to even suspect you had a drink here," she said. 

"I'm not drunk," Bobby protested. 

"Me neither!" Ronnie said. 

"I don't want them to even smell it on your breath, and you mustn't let them 
know what we did here, either." 

"Don't worry," Ronnie said. "My folks think I'm still a little kid!" 

"Sit down for a moment," Christine said, shaking her head to clear the 
cobwebs from her mind. "I want you to understand something clearly. I don't 
approve of what you two did this morning, and what we did here tonight was 
no reward." 

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked. 

"Just this," Christine said in a strict, no-nonsense tone of voice, "if I 
hear of either one of you getting in trouble again, I'll throw you out of 
the swimming class and we won't ever do any of the things we did tonight 
again! Is that perfectly clear?" 

The boys agreed, and Christine sent them home. 

Then she began the weary task of turning out the lights and locking the 
doors. The over tired and debauched woman didn't notice pale, full bodied 
young Linda standing in the shadows on the patio ... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Christine's sister, Carol, arrived in the late afternoon. The sisters hadn't 
seen each other in over three years, and they enjoyed a warm reunion. 

"You've lost weight, Carol," Christine remarked as she put two thick steaks 
on the charcoal grill that evening. 

"After what I've been through," Carol sighed, "I'm surprised there's 
anything left of me!" 

"You look better," Christine remarked, taking a long swallow of her ice cold 
beer. It was true. Carol had always been a little pudgy, and the last time 
Christine saw her she was downright plump. But now she was slender, and the 
curves of her figure were in all the right places. "How much did you LOSE?" 

"Almost twenty-five pounds," Carol laughed. "You don't look like you've 
gained an ounce, Christy!" 

"You know me," Christine replied. 

"Yeah, my two-year-older sister who has always looked five years younger 
than me!" 

"Not now," Christine said. "You look in your twenties!" 

The two women relived old memories and immersed themselves in nostalgia as 
they sipped coffee after dinner. Then, pouring herself another beer, Carol 
began to tell her older sister her current problems. She recounted her 
marriage in its entirety. 

"You mean you haven't had sex with Chuck in three years?" Christine 
exclaimed. 

"He hasn't touched me in three years, Christy! It drove me out of my mind. 
Now, of course, I know why. He turned queer back then, I suppose. I didn't 
know what it was, and it tore me apart!" 

"I can imagine!" Christine said. 

"I felt rejected, through as a woman. Oh Christine, it was horrible! It was 
like I was living in a nightmare! I even bought myself a vibrator and used 
it to ease the tension and frustration. Can you imagine a 
thirty-four-year-old woman masturbating?" 

That's not as abnormal as you think," Christine laughed. "I've done it 
myself, and I read where many women masturbate frequently - by hand or by 
mechanical means." 

"Well, it's a sad world when a girl has to play with herself like that!" 
Carol said. As the evening progressed, the two sisters had to drive to the 
liquor store for a case of beer. Carol was drinking heavily, and Christine 
kept her company. Christine worried about her sister. She could imagine what 
Carol was going through! 

"Will he contest the divorce?" Christine asked as they finished one beer and 
opened another. 

"No!" Carol laughed. "He knows that if he does I'll drag him and his faggy 
"boy" or "girl" friend (I'm not sure who is who is who) through the courts 
with no holds barred! If it gets out that Chuck's a queer, it'll ruin him in 
business. I told him I was going to take him to the cleaners, and he knows I 
mean it!" 

"So what do you plan to do now?" Christine asked. 

"I don't know," Carol shrugged. "That's why I wanted to come and stay with 
you for a while - to get my head together. I just want to relax and let my 
hair down, Christy. You and Larry have had a happy marriage, so maybe some 
of it will rub off on me." 

"Don't count on that!" Christine snapped sardonically. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Let's say I learned to cope with my marriage. That doesn't necessarily mean 
I've been happy." 

"At least you've been getting laid regularly!" Carol commented with an 
obscene laugh. "You haven't had to get your jollies with a damned machine!" 

"Not recently," Christine remarked, deciding the one person in this world 
she could talk to honestly was her sister. "But that was none of Larry's 
doing!" 

"You mean ... ?" 

"I mean that sex with Larry has been both dull and infrequent," Christine 
laughed. "And I did the same thing you did. I bought a vibrator and every 
once in a while I would lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate!" "I had 
no idea!" 

"There's more, Carol darling," Christine said. "As long as this is true 
confession night, you might as well hear the whole story!" 

Christine slowly told Carol the story of her adventures with the young boys, 
relating in graphic detail exactly what her loneliness and frustration had 
brought her to do. 

"Two handsome eighteen-year-olds!" Carol exclaimed. "My heavens - what a 
blast!" 

"And best of all, they can stay hard for hours! I guess I should be ashamed 
of myself, but I'm not! I've been having a ball! It's like being eighteen 
and in school again!" 

"Hell!" Carol laughed. "You're getting me hot just talking about it!" 

It was well after midnight when the two women finally got to bed. And when 
they awoke in the morning, both girls were suffering from monumental 
hangovers. 

Christine stumbled around the house, holding her head and moaning, as any 
movement made the throbbing pain in her temples worse. She took aspirin and 
put a pot of coffee on to boil. 

"Shit!" Carol exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. "I feel like I was 
kicked by something very large and damned mean!" 

"You're not alone, sweetheart!" Christine moaned. 

"Did we finish the whole case of beer?" Carol asked. 

"Somehow we missed one can," Christine replied. "An accident, I'm sure!" 
"Where is it?" 

"In the 'fridge. You can't be thinking of drinking beer right now - or are 
you?" 

"It's the only way I know how to make it through the morning when I've got a 
head like this!" 

"I don't see how you can do it!" Christine sighed, "if I touched it, I'd 
throw up!" 

"As they say - the hair of the dog ..." Carol muttered, struggling to open 
the can. 

"Have you been drinking like this often, Carol?" 

"I suppose I've been hitting it pretty steady, Christy. No lectures, please! 
I've needed something - anything - to see me through the night." 

Christine stood staring at the percolator while it went through its usual 
asthmatic attack and sputtered and hissed to brew the coffee. She turned and 
watched her younger sister drain the ice cold can of beer and a shudder 
passed through Christine's body. 

"If it stays down," Carol remarked with a healthy belch, "I'll be all right! 
Where was that liquor store? I'd better run out for another case." 

Christine sighed and told her, and Carol threw on a dress and left to buy 
the beer. 

Christine was worried about her sister. Their mother had been an alcoholic 
for seven years, and Christine shuddered every time she remembered the 
nightmare of those years. If Carol isn't careful, Christine told herself, 
she will end up the same way. Somehow, I've got to get her to relax! 

By the time she had consumed twelve aspirin tablets and four cups of coffee, 
Christine began to feel like a human being again. She put on shorts and a 
halter and cleaned up the patio. She was throwing the laundry into the 
machine in the garage when Carol finally returned. 

"You won't believe how lost I got?" Carol laughed. "I ended up on the 
freeway before I realized I was on the wrong side of town!" 

"This city has changed a lot in the past few years. I thought maybe you'd 
been picked up by some handsome stranger." 

"Are you kidding? Listen, last night did I tell you about how I couldn't 
even get raped?" 

"What?" 

"It's the honest truth, Christy!" Carol assured her. "There's a park in a 
pretty rough section of town. Lots of girls have been raped there at night. 
One time, when I was so horny I couldn't stand it, I drove down there at 
night and parked and walked slowly through the park just hoping some guy 
would jump me and rape me! Honest to - " "What happened?" 

"Not one goddamned thing! I knew there were guys in the park. I could hear 
them. But no one even approached me, and I walked through the entire park 
twice! Boy, when I got home I guess I was about as low as any woman can get. 
Think of it! I wasn't even attractive enough to be raped! Want a beer?" 

"No thanks," Christine replied. "I imagine they were afraid you were a 
undercover cop or something." 

"I guess. But I sure didn't think of that then - my self-esteem had it a new 
low!" 

Christine followed her sister into the kitchen and began making herself a 
ham and cheese sandwich. 

"Hey, that looks good!" Carol commented as she opened a can of beer. 

"Want one?" Christine asked. 

"Sure. Want a beer?" 

"No thanks. It's too early for me, and I've got to teach four swimming 
classes here this afternoon. If I had a beer, I swear I think I'd sink to 
the bottom of that pool!" 

Halfway through her sandwich, Carol went back to the kitchen to get another 
can of beer. 

"Carol, honey," Christine said softly, "aren't you hitting that stuff a 
little too hard!" 

"Don't ride my back, Christy, please! I need this warm glow to forget. Okay? 
I'll taper off soon, but let me do it my own way and in my own good time! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Christine was bone-tired by the time she finished the third class that 
afternoon. She was surprised that Linda hadn't shown up for the first class, 
and even more surprised when the full-bodied young blonde drifted in during 
the third class. 

"Carol?" Christine called from the pool. 

"What?" Carol replied from the patio, where she was sitting comfortably 
watching the classes and consuming a steady amount of beer. 

"Make me a stiff rum and water, will you? I need something to hold me 
together for the next group! I'm really utterly pooped!" 

"Rum and water, coming right up!" Carol called gaily as she walked into the 
house. 

Christine noticed that Linda was sitting on the lawn watching her, but the 
pretty young blonde hadn't said a word. Whatever burr she has up her tail 
today, Christine said to herself, I'm not up to playing any verbal games! 

Carol came to the edge of the pool and found her sister floating peacefully 
in the water. 

"Want me to put your drink here on the edge?" Carol asked. 

"No," Christine replied, turning and swimming over to where Carol stood. 
"That's relaxing, but if I relaxed any more I'd fall asleep and drown!" 

"Who's the built little blonde?" Carol whispered, bending down and handing 
her big sister the frosty glass of rum and water. 

"Her name is Linda," Christine replied, explaining to Carol who the girl 
was. "She's in some kind of a mood today, but I'm not up to handling it!" 

"Hi, Mrs. Gorman!" 

Carol looked up to see four young guys coming through the gate. 

"My next, and - thank goodness - last group!" Christine said. 

"Quick!" Carol whispered, "which ones are Bobby and Ronnie?" 

"The blue and the white bathing suits," Christine responded with a blush. 
"Come on, gang, let's get this over with! Teacher's tired today." 

Christine was about to say something when Linda quietly got up and joined 
the four boys in the water, but then decided to let it go. She'd handle it 
later. 

She began by having them review what they had already learned, and she made 
each one demonstrate the correct way to breathe in the water. Then she 
showed them how to kick their legs and had each one in turn hold onto a rung 
of the ladder and kick. 

"Remember," she said as the lesson came to an end, "there is no rhythmic 
relationship between the stroking of your arms and the kicking of your legs. 
Each is an independent operation, and only when you combine the two 
operations successfully will you actually be swimming. Okay, that's all for 
today!" 

"I've gotta clean the pool," Bobby quickly announced. 

"I'll help you," Ronnie promptly joined in. 

"Okay." 

Carol called to Christine from the patio. "How about another drink?" 

"Love it!" Christine replied, picking up the large beach towel and rubbing 
her body dry. She saw the other two boys leave and was beginning to wonder 
where Linda was when she heard the girl's voice behind her. 

"Mrs. Gorman," Linda said softly, "can I talk to you?" "Sure," Christine 
replied as brightly as she could. "Come on. We'll sit on the patio where the 
boys won't be listening to every word." 

She led the full-bodied young girl to the patio and they sat side by side on 
the patio lounge. Christine saw the shy, embarrassed, almost tortured look 
on the girl's face, and her heart went out to her! 

"What is it, Linda?" Christine said in as friendly and warm a tone as she 
knew how. 

"I ... I ..." the young girl stammered. 

"Come on, don't be embarrassed," Christine said, placing her hand gently on 
the girl's rounded shoulder. 

"Well ... I ... I have a confession to make!" she blurted out. "Tuesday 
night, I stood right there and watched everything - you and Ronnie and 
Bobby!" 

"Oh!" Christine said quietly, her heart dropping to her stomach. 

"I'm so mixed up, Mrs. Gorman!" the girl sobbed, tears welling in her pretty 
light blue eyes. 

"Call me Christine, Linda," she said, patting the girl's shoulder. "Now I'm 
sure it isn't as bad as - " "Oh, it is!" Linda said with the urgency of 
youth. "It is! I've been so horrible to you! You see, I'm crazy about Bobby. 
I mean, I was crazy about him! And I thought that you were taking him away 
from me." The words came from the young girl's mouth in a senseless rush, 
but Christine understood. 

"Now, now!" Christine said. 

"And when I heard them call me a pig, I wanted to kill them both!" Linda 
cried. "I hated them! I hated you, too, until I heard you stick up for me. 
Then I felt like dirt!" 

Christine looked up when she heard the den door open. Carol came slowly out, 
hand-ed Christine her drink, and began walking toward the pool in wobbly 
steps. 

"I'm going out to watch these magnificent men clean the pool," she 
announced. "You'd better be careful, Christy, or I'll steal your thunder!" 

"You're the one who better be careful!" Christine laughed. "In your 
condition, you most likely will fall right in." 

"And I'll bet one of these gorgeous guys would rescue me!" Carol said in the 
most seductive voice she could muster. 

"I'm sorry you saw and heard all of that stuff," Christine said, turning 
back to the distraught Linda. 

"Oh, I'm not!" Linda replied. "I mean ... well, I know it was awful to spy 
on you like that, but I'm glad I found out." 

"What did you find out?" Christine asked, taking a deep swallow of the rum 
and water. 

"That they think I'm too possessive," the young girl replied. "And that I 
make too big a thing out of sex. And that I'm lousy at giving a b-blow-job" 
she blurted. "You don't know how miserable I've been!" 

"Oh, I think I can guess, Linda," Christine said kindly. 

"Can I have a sip of your drink?" Linda asked, drying her eyes on her arm. 

"Of course," Christine replied, handing the girl the glass. Is this place 
going to become the local neighborhood bar, she asked herself! 

"Thank you," Linda said, handing the glass back. "I just had to talk to you, 
Christine!" 

"I can understand that," Christine softly replied, draining the glass and 
feeling the welcome warmth of the rum begin to lift her tired body to the 
wondrously soft cloud she enjoyed. "Is there something you want me to do, 
Linda?" 

"Yes!" the girl replied quickly. 

"What?" 

"Teach me how to give a boy a real good blow-job! Hell - here I am at 
eighteen, and I don't even know what it takes to satisfy a man properly. How 
will I know what to do for my husband when - if - I get married? Let me join 
you with the boys and you all can teach me," she said fervently. "I want to 
be as good as you are! Then maybe guy's will like me. Please!" 

Christine took a sharp breath. This was the last thing she had expected! 
Absolutely the last thing! And how was she supposed to handle it? 

"Nobody would know, Christine!" the girl pleaded. "Please!" 

"Linda," Christine began, "uh... look - fix me a rum and water, will you? 
The rum is on the counter in the kitchen." 

"Sure!" the sweet young woman replied, taking the glass and running into the 
house. 

As Linda left, Carol walked toward her, giggling like a teen-aged girl. 

"The boy in the white suit - " "Ronnie?" Christine said. 

"That's it! Yes, Ronnie. Well, Ronnie, the cute little bastard, just asked 
me if he could fuck me! Just like that! And look at him! He's got a real 
nice hard-on!" 

"Carol ... " "Oh, Christine! I've never done anything like this, but I want 
to! Oh, how I want to! It won't make you mad, will it? Christine, I need 
it!" 

"I can't get mad at you, honey," Christine laughed. "But there are problems 
- or, better - a problem." 

"What?" Carol asked with a sinking voice. 

"Linda wants me to teach her how to suck cock!" Christine said, breaking out 
in a hearty laugh. "I can't believe it! This whole thing is like a B-grade 
porno flick!" 

"Yes - exactly! Why don't we have an orgy?" Carol suggested excitedly. 

"Are you serious?" Christine demanded. 

"Why not?" Carol insisted. 

"Yes, Christine, why not?" Linda added, handing her a full glass of rum and 
water. "I'm sure the boys will be willing. And you could teach me 
everything!" 

"That's the girl!" Carol said, patting Linda's back. 

"You're all absolutely crazy!" Christine laughed." But - oh, what the hell - 
why not?" 

"Great!" Linda cried enthusiastically. 

"Slow down for a minute!" Christine said as Carol began to unbutton her 
blouse. "Let's make sure we won't have a gang of angry parents coming to 
find out why the swimming lesson is taking so long. 

Linda, go in the house and call your parents. Ask diem if you can have 
dinner here tonight. Tell them we're having a little party to celebrate the 
fine progress everyone is making." 

"Okay!" Linda said as she spun around and ran in the house to use the phone. 

"And let's get the boys to do the same," Christine said. 

"Oh, Christy, I can hardly wait!" Carol cried. "It's been more than three 
years!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Do I have to get undressed!" Linda complained. "I mean, can't I do it with 
my suit on?" 

"Linda, darling," Christine said, coming up behind the girl and unsnapping 
the back of her bra, "you're going to learn a lot tonight! You're going to 
learn how wonderful your body, how it can turn men on, and just how happy a 
man can make YOU." But ... but I don't want to get p-pregnant!" the girl 
stammered. 

"I'm not going to let them fuck you," Christine laughed, "but they're going 
to eat you out, and play with you in ever so many delightful ways." 

Christine promptly removed the top of the young blonde's bathing suit, and 
felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment when she saw the girl's 
beautiful, fully developed breasts! They were like small melons with proud 
nipples pointing up in the air! Without thinking, Christine caressed those 
lovely, thrusting young breasts in her hands for a lingering moment. 

"You have a gorgeous set of boobs, dear," Christine observed with 
appreciation. 

"Oo, look!" the pretty young blonde said, squirming beneath the exciting 
caresses of the older woman. 

Christine followed the child's lovely blue eyes and saw Carol kneeling in 
front of Ronnie. Carol pulled Ronnie's swim trunks down and caught his 
springing cock in her hungry mouth. 

Carol was drunk, but at the same time she knew exactly what she was doing! 
Ever since her sister had told her about these young studs, Carol had been 
excited! It might be wrong, according to everything she had been taught as a 
child, but the world wasn't what they had told her it would be! A girl's 
husband wasn't supposed to turn into a damn, flaming fag! And no woman 
should have to go three years without having a man's longing attentions! 

The minute the guys arrived earlier that afternoon, Carol had experienced a 
stirring between her thighs. And when she talked to the boys and watched 
their cocks spring erect, the stirring became a fire she was determined to 
satisfy with something other than that damned humming machine! 

Carol's heart quickened its beat when she pulled the willing young boy's 
swim trunks down and saw his prick springing free in front of her eyes. She 
leaned forward and caught it in her eager mouth, and the fresh taste 
Christine had told her about swirled through her aroused system! Carol 
sucked him slowly, savoring the odor and flavor of his stimulated organ. 
Christine was right! She felt like a teen-aged girl again! 

"Take the rest of your suit off," Christine said to Linda as she quickly 
pulled her own off. She took a deep breath when she saw the young girl's 
luscious blonde nest! Linda's pubic mound was covered with a mass of pale 
blonde, almost straight, silky pubic hair. 

"Where's Bobby?" she asked, slipping her hand between the girl's lovely 
young thighs and bringing it up to her soft nest. 

"He went to the bathroom," Linda sighed, unconsciously spreading her thighs 
to accommodate the older woman's caressing fingers. 

"You have a lovely pussy," Christine said softly, slipping her finger into 
the young girl's slit and fondling her small clitoris. Christine felt guilt 
sweep through her as she experienced arousal when she fondled the younger 
woman. Don't tell me I'm a Lesbian, she said to herself, unable to remove 
her hand from the younger woman's luscious nest! 'That feels good, 
Christine!" the young girl sighed. "It never felt so good when I have used 
my own fingers, you know ... ?" 

"Wait till you feel Bobby's mouth down there!" Christine laughed, 
withdrawing her hand. 

"You mean ... ?" the girl stammered. 

"I sure do!" Christine laughed. "And he's very good at it. Here he comes 
now! Come on, Bobby! 

We're waiting for you! I promised this gorgeous young thing I'd teach her 
how to suck cock, and we need a nice hard cock to use!" 

"Look!" Linda giggled. "He isn't even hard!" 

"I'll bet we can take care of that!" Christine laughed. "Here, you sit 
between us on the couch, Bobby." 

Bobby could feel his balls tingle as he looked down at the two naked women! 
Linda had an even better figure than he had believed possible! Her tits were 
almost as good as Christine's! And her blonde-haired pussy really turned him 
on! 

The handsome Greek god willingly allowed himself to be pulled down on the 
couch between the two naked women. His eyes were filled with the vision of 
four big tits. The feeling of the tender naked flesh of the young girl and 
older woman pressing against each side of him sent the blood racing to his 
penis. 

"Lean back, Bobby," Christine said, placing her hand on his shoulder and 
pressing his body back against the cushions of the couch. "Come on, Linda, 
put your head down in his lap, and watch me." 

Christine lowered her face to Bobby's crotch. She took his partially erect 
shaft in her fingers and held it while she began licking the rapidly 
inflating boner, and describing the art of oral sex in a soft monologue to 
the fully attentive young lady. 

"Isn't that a lovely looking pecker?" she giggled. "First, Linda, you begin 
by fondling it in your hand and running your tongue all over it. You lick it 
like - well, like a popsicle. Try it! You lick that side and I'll lick this 
side." 

Bobby couldn't help himself! He groaned out loud when he looked down and saw 
the two pretty faces in his lap. The contrast between Christine's dark wavy 
hair and Linda's golden tresses seemed to be magnified in his lap! And each 
girl had a firm, warm tit pressed against his thighs! He saw Linda's young 
tongue dart out of her pretty mouth to begin lapping the length of his 
throbbing shaft. Then he felt the two hot tongues working his prick at the 
same time, and he thought he was going to explode! 

But he didn't want to shoot-off his load quite yet. With Christine he had 
learned the benefit of prolonging it, holding off as long as he could, and 
then having what almost amounted to a double cum. He looked across the room 
to see how his friend Ronnie was doing with Christine's sister. 

The minute Ronnie had seen Carol, he had announced to Bobby his desire to 
lay her. Bobby agreed. Carol had a great body. Slender, and not as full as 
Christine's, but damned sexxxxyyyyy. Her tits were high on her chest and 
pointed. And her full ass stuck out behind her like a beacon! 

Carol was now hurriedly undressing, pulling her bra off with trembling 
fingers and stepping out of her bright colored bikini panties. Carol tried 
not to giggle, for the thirty-four-year-old woman was as excited as a young 
girl on her first date! She could still taste the flavor of that young man's 
prick, and it had her system aflame and raging with desire! 

When she was nude, Carol threw her arms around the naked youth's rugged body 
and hugged him. She placed her mouth on his and shot her tongue inside to 
probe the inner warmth of his delicious mouth. She pressed her body against 
his, rubbing her nipples against his flesh until she quivered with joy. And 
as they kissed passionately, Carol dropped her hand to the boy's groin and 
grasped his surging penis. 

She couldn't believe how stimulating it was to once again hold a man's hard 
cock in her hand! Her entire body trembled with anticipation. Still locked 
in a soul kiss, and still holding his prick in her sweating hand, Carol 
pulled them both down on the floor. Even the feeling of the carpet rubbing 
against her naked skin served to further excite the fuck-hungry woman! 

Ronnie felt like he was going to pop off in her hand just from sheer 
excitement! The sight of her nude body, her firm tits, her big soft ass and 
her dark, jungle-like pubic mound made the blood in his veins boil. He 
reached down and brought his hand up between the naked woman's thighs. He 
felt the soft skin of her rounded thighs respond to his touch. Her legs 
parted willingly, and Ronnie placed his hand on her hot pussy - which was 
certainly more like a female tiger than a pussycat. 

Carol moaned and began stroking the young boy's cock. His anxious hand was 
driving her wild! She loved the way he petted her pussy! And those magic, 
probing, fingers of his! When he touched her sensitive clitoris and began 
fondling it, Carol experienced a tiny, warm-up climax! 

"Ronnie, darling!" she gasped, breaking their kiss and filling her tortured 
lungs with air. "That was so good! What do you want me to do for YOU?" 

"I'd like a ... a blow-job!" he blurted, his hips grinding against her 
exciting manual manipulations. 

"Ronnie has a hang up about blow-jobs, Carol," Christine called out with a 
laugh. 

"Can he ... is he still able to come - come up with a good screw afterward?" 
Carol asked. 

"Honey, these guys can go on screwing all night - long after we're through!" 
Christine proudly replied with a giggle. 

"Then we'll just see how long he can last in my mouth!" Carol said, sliding 
her nude body down his flesh until she was on her knees between the young 
boy's widespread legs. She took his cock in her hand and held it straight up 
as she lowered her mouth to the swollen head and began running her tongue 
around the throbbing flesh. 

Ronnie took a deep breath as he watched Carol begin devouring his aching 
tool in her hungry mouth. Her technique was completely different from 
Christine's! Carol's pointed tongue moved like the fluttering wings of a 
butterfly, constantly moving, touching here, there, and everywhere on his 
sensitive shaft! She was like a bee trying to suck the nectar out of his 
stalk! And then she began nibbling the length of his throbbing prick like a 
hungry person teasing an ear of corn! Her teeth grazed and caressed his 
steaming, blood-inflated rod, and her lips ran up and down the length of it. 

"Wow!" Ronnie exclaimed when he felt Carol suddenly take his whole prick in 
her hot, wet mouth! She did it suddenly, without warning, and he could feel 
the tip of his organ pressing against the roof of her mouth as she sucked on 
him as hard as she could! 

The increasing passion in Carol's body pushed away the numbing quality of 
the alcohol in her veins. She could feel everything! And somehow the alcohol 
seemed to intensify her physical perception! Having his eager hard prick in 
her mouth made the juices in her cunt flow freely, and Carol was more 
excited than she could remember being since she was in high school! 

Meanwhile, perspiration was pouring off Bobby Wilson's forehead! Having the 
gorgeous young blonde and the sexy older woman both worshiping his prick 
with their warm lips and moist tongues made his heart pound loudly in his 
ears! 

"Now watch, Linda," Christine instructed, as professionally as a madam in a 
bordello. When you take his cock in your mouth, you start by kissing the 
head. Then you draw it inside slowly. Watch me!" 

Linda's eyes were just inches away from the older woman's mouth as Christine 
pursed her lips and placed them softly on the swollen head of Bobby's penis. 
The young girl felt a stirring between her legs when she saw Bobby's prick 
slowly disappear into Christine's pretty face! This was so sexy! Linda noted 
how Christine moved her head up and down, sliding Bobby's shaft in and out 
of her throat. She heard her beloved Bobby moan with pleasure, and that 
excited her! 

"Now you try it," Christine said with a warm smile and licked her lips as 
she pulled her face away from the boy's straining cock. 

Linda imitated the older woman by wrapping her young fingers around the base 
of Bobby's weapon. Then she pursed her lips and brought them against the 
eagerly waiting head of his organ in a light, almost loving, kiss. She had 
gone down on some of the boys at school, and had found that the taste of a 
man's sex organ always turned her on! By now, a small drop of juice had 
formed like a tear in the eye of Bobby's prick, and Linda pulled this into 
her mouth with her probing tongue. 

"Now draw it into your mouth slowly, Lin darling," Christine said, watching 
the young girl. "And, Bobby, are your hands broken?" 

"Huh?" 

"Well, darling, you have two lovely and eager pussies to pet," Christine 
said. "Why don't you get your fingers wet?" 

A blush rushed to Bobby's cheeks. He'd been so lost in his own excitement 
with the two hot mouths on his dick he'd completely forgotten about the 
girls! Forcing his arms between their three overlapping and tangled bodies, 
he brought his hands to their warm nests. His fingers probed their slits and 
began massaging the moist flesh of their cunts, and it was all he could do 
to keep from shooting his load that very moment! It was like a crazy, 
exciting dream - to be holding a hot cunt in each hand while two wild mouths 
worked on his cock! 

"Be careful not to scrape it with your teeth," Christine cautioned the young 
blonde as she took Bobby's shaft deeper and deeper into her sweet young 
mouth. "That can be terribly exciting for the man, but you have to be very 
careful. His prick is very sensitive. That's it, darling! Now move your lips 
up and down the full length of his hard pecker. That's right! Just keep the 
head inside your mouth. Now go back down again." 

Linda's skin felt like it was on fire! She had never been caressed the way 
Bobby was provocatively fondling her pussy, and hot charges seemed to be 
surging through her veins! Even her nipple pressing against his thigh was on 
fire! 

"Oh, wow!" Bobby moaned, his hips beginning to squirm from the fantastically 
sensations that he was feeling in his groin! He increased the tempo of his 
fondling the two hot cunts in his hands. He shoved his middle fingers up two 
hot holes and felt the girls' bodies react with a series of small spasms. 

Ronnie Anderson was gritting his teeth as Carol's mouth worked on his prick 
like it had never been worked on before! He looked over and saw Linda's 
blond head bobbing up and down in Bobby's lap and Ronnie wondered if she was 
really learning something about how to suck a cock. She could practice a 
hundred years and not be as good as Carol! 

It had started as an erotic game for Carol, but now she was becoming a woman 
possessed! She had fallen madly in love with this fresh and different cock, 
after dealing only with her husbands - and not too much of that. She wanted 
to milk this new one dry! She wanted him to flood her mouth, and drown her 
throat, with his sweet hot cream! 

Carol began a series of long, slowly de-liberate strokes with her mouth, 
sucking up and down the entire length of his rock-hard cockshaft. She cupped 
her tongue beneath his thick organ and caressed it lovingly with each 
stroke. Her excited hand began caress-caressing, fondling and pumping his 
heated balls. She rotated her hips in an effort to stave off the inferno in 
her loins that was threatening to consume her. 

"Hey!" Ronnie cried. "Hey, I'm gonna do it - I'm gonna cum!" 

"Give me all your cream, darling!" Carol gasped, pulling her mouth free of 
his throb-throbbing dick for one brief second. She squeezed his young balls 
and drew his cock as deep into her throat as she could, greedily pulling and 
sucking at the sizzzling hot jism surging from his exploding nuts. 

Ronnie's control left him when he saw her seemingly swallow his boner with 
one long sucking motion. He felt his asshole pucker as his balls roared and 
exploded like a bomb. His hips arched off the floor to drive his cock spike 
deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. 

Carol could hardly believe it, but the moment the first shot of his boiling 
sperm splashed into her throat, she experienced another small orgasm! She 
drew her cheeks in to hold his pulsing prick and sucked like a child pulling 
an ice cream soda through a straw, letting the deliciously hot, thick cream 
trickle down her throat. The pulsing of his blood through his penis pounding 
against her inner cheeks gave the older woman a strangely exciting feeling 
of power and vital life in her mouth. 

"Move your mouth faster and suck a little harder," Christine said excitedly 
as she watched young Linda's face moving up and down on the hard pole that 
impaled her lovely young mouth. 

"Wow!" Bobby grunted. "Oh wow! I'm real hot!" 

"If you don't want him to come in your mouth, Linda darling," Christine said 
breathlessly, "let me have it! I love a man's hot juice!" 

"I'm ... I'm going to take it "the girl gasped. "I want to learn." ' "Just 
keep sucking," Christine sighed, squirming her tail in frustration as 
Bobby's probing, caressing, fingers made her groin burn with desire. "Suck 
it dry. Let it fill your mouth and then swallow it. It's one of the greatest 
feelings in the world to know you created it and made it boil all the way up 
from down in his testicles. 

"Suck it, Linda. Suck it, honey!" Bobby encouraged her. 

Although she had, at other times, taken pricks in her mouth before, Linda 
found this time somehow much more exciting! She didn't know if it was 
because it was Bobby's cock she was sucking - doing it for a guy she was 
crazy about - or the result of his exciting caresses of her pussy, or the 
situation, or Christine's stimulating words whispered in her ear! For 
whatever reason, each throb sweeping along Bobby's straining shaft was 
telegraphing an urgent message to the young blonde's loins, and it was a 
blast! She ran her mouth up and down the length of his slender, hard rod, 
and each stroke seemed to serve to increase her own excitement and desire! 

At first, it was like a distant siren in Bobby's ear. He heard it wail and 
become louder as it worked up his body. Then his balls seemed to be ringing 
like a fire bell! He gripped the two cunts in his hands firmly and held on 
as his testicles exploded with the force of a howling gale! He looked down 
and saw Linda's rosy cheeks draw in as she sucked with wild abandon the 
spurting, jerking monster in her hot mouth. 

It was all Linda could do to hold onto the live, writhing cock snake in her 
mouth! She felt the shaft swell up. Then Bobby's swollen cockhead erupted 
like a volcano to send jets of molten cum into her mouth. The heady, salty 
flavor of his sperm permeated the young girl's entire system. There was a 
sweetness to it! Christine was right! And the thought that she had created 
it and made it boil over in his body excited the young girl! She sucked and 
sucked, until Bobby's straining prick was dry and his hips fell back to the 
cushion of the sofa. 

"Holy sweeeeet heaven!" she exclaimed. 

Bobby, Linda, and Christine all turned to look when they heard the excited 
cry escape from Carol's throat. Carol was on her back on the floor with 
Ronnie kneeling between her legs. They could see Ronnie's young face buried 
in the dark jungle of Carol's pussy, his pink tongue flashing as it licked 
the thirty-four-year-old woman's excited cunt. 

"Eeeeeeiiiiiioooooo!" Carol screamed, her head flailing back and forth on 
the carpet and her hips arched up to grind her pussy into the Ronnie's 
flushed, sweating face. 

It seemed to Carol that she was having history's longest orgasm! The darling 
young man's electric tongue, licking, sucking and massaging her excited 
clitoris, had sent her careening off the highest cliff of passion in the 
world! She couldn't stop coming! Her pussy just kept contracting, sending 
wave after wave of sheer joy crashing through her system! 

"That was one for the Guinness Book of Records!" she groaned happily. 

"I didn't know a girl could cum like that!" Linda said. She was just 
beginning to realize how limited her knowledge of sex actually was! And she 
would never have believed watching others could be so exciting! 

"Well, it's time you experienced it, Linda darling," Christine said. "Let's 
share Bobby! I'm so hot I'll scream if I don't get fucked! Here, let's get 
on the floor. This damned couch is too narrow!" 

Christine dropped to the soft carpet and pulled Bobby down with her, his 
boyish cock half hard and sticking out from his loins invitingly. 

"Stretch out on your back, Bobby dear," she said, pulling his legs straight, 
and savoring the sight of a tired but eager cock just waiting for further 
attention. 

"What are we going to do?" Bobby asked in anticipation. 

"What you're going to do, young man, is take care of two willing and horny 
girls at the same time," Christine laughed, taking his partially limp penis 
in her hand and squeezing it affectionately. "That is, if you're man enough 
to take care of two girls at the same time. Think you're 'up' to it? "Can 
you do it?" she asked challengingly. 

"Sure," replied the eager young stud - "just show me how you want to set it 
up." 

"Linda, come on down here," Christine instructed briskly. 

"Now, you straddle him, facing his feet. That's right... good! Now, squat on 
his face and press your pussy against his mouth. Here, hold my hand for 
balance." 

Linda giggled as she awkwardly lowered herself into a squatting position 
above Bob-by's face. She had never realized sex could be so natural and so 
much fun! 

"That's it!" Christine said. "Now, Bobby, you give Linda a good, sweet 
licking!" 

Christine moved back between Bobby's legs and took his rising prick in her 
talented hands to begin caressing and stroking it to attention. Leaning 
down, she ran her tongue up and down his cockshaft, licking the remaining 
drops of his semen into her mouth greedily. 

Bobby found the tip of his nose pressing against Linda's young asshole and 
he inhaled her exciting aroma as he slipped his hungry tongue into her 
virginal slit. The flavor of her younger sex box was different from the 
taste of Christine's mature, womanly nest. It was lighter, less salty, and 
perhaps even a little sweeter! Wriggling his nose against her puckered anus, 
he began lapping at the thin-lipped slit of her untried vulva. 

Linda's young body began to tremble as she felt his exciting tongue probing 
her most intimate region! And when he touched the tender button at the top 
of her slit, she felt her thighs quiver with unrestrained delight! 

The young blonde looked down at Christine's pretty face working in a 
worshiping manner at the groin of the man for whom she had developed such a 
crush. She saw Christine's tongue race up and down his rapidly inflating 
organ, and for a moment she imagined it was the same tongue that was doing 
such exciting things in her own pussy. Then, when Christine finally had him 
completely erect, Linda saw the older woman take Bobby's prick in her mouth. 
At that same moment Bobby's body quaked and his tongue began racing up and 
down the tender young cunt pressed against his hungry mouth. 

When Christine could feel the young boy's heart beating with rapid pulse 
along the flesh of his prick, she held it and stroked it with her hand as 
she straddled his prone body. Squatting above his crotch, Christine held his 
rigid prick and guided it to her hot box. She rubbed it up and down the 
length of her steaming slit, pressing and prodding it teasingly against her 
anus, then at the opening to her vagina, and finally massaging her erect 
clitoris with the swollen head. Then she placed it in her hole and slowly 
brought her body down to impale herself on the steel-like, trembling, shaft. 

"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt him glide up the hot canal of her 
vagina. Watching Linda suck his cock, and having him pet her vulva had 
turned Christine on more than she realized. Now, feeling his slender shaft 
fill her vagina, she was very aroused! 

Linda's eyes fastened on the sight of Bobby's prick slowly disappearing into 
the older woman's body. It was the most exciting thing she had ever seen! 
She could actually see the lips of Christine's mature pussy surround Bobby's 
cockshaft, and then seemingly devour it as they pulled it right into her 
beautiful body! 

Bobby Wilson wondered if there was no end to the pleasurable and exciting 
things that could happen to him with this incredible woman! He felt his dick 
glide into the tight warmth of her cunt and his body seemed to vibrate with 
dozens of exciting electric shock waves. He tongued Linda's quaking clitoris 
and felt the young girl's crotch begin to squirm excitedly all over his 
face! How many men can take care of two girls at once, he said proudly to 
himself as he began sucking Linda's tiny young clitoris into his mouth? 

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Linda gasped. 

"Isn't that fun!" Christine sighed as she began bouncing up and down on the 
delightful rod that impaled her excited body. 

"Oh, yes!" Linda cried, looking deep into Christine's beautiful eyes. She 
leaned forward, and her breasts brushed against the older woman's bouncing, 
swaying' tits. When their nipples touched, both Christine and Linda sighed 
with pleasure. They placed their hands on each other's shoulders and rode 
the exuberant body beneath them for all they were worth! 

Carol was flat on her back with her knees doubled against her ample bosom 
and her ankles locked behind young Ronnie's neck as his short, thick prick 
drove hard into the raging inferno of her scalding cunt. The older female 
and the younger male were rutting and grunting like wild animals ... 

The den was so filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and moans and 
groans of pleasure and physical exertion, that the two men who were peering 
stealthily in from outside on the dark patio went completely unnoticed. Even 
the clicking shutter of the expensive, high-speed, thirty-five millimeter 
camera was lost in the heat of their orgy. 

"Disgusting, isn't it, darling?" Chuck Morton said to his limp-wristed 
friend, Alex. 

"Not only immoral, but terribly illegal," Alex laughed lightly. 

"We'll just see who takes whom to the cleaners in a court trial!" Chuck 
whispered. "But are you certain the pictures will come out?" 

"Positive, sweetheart," Alex replied. "Imagine a married woman with such a 
young guy like that - he's still just a kid, for Pete's sake!" 

"But he does have a nice body!" Chuck whispered wickedly. 

"Don't tell me you're the type who likes young boys!" Alex said in a nasty 
whisper. 

"Alex, you know better than that!" Chuck responded. "I love only you, 
darling! Can we go now? I can't stand another minute of this, this sickening 
depravity!" 

As quietly as they had come, the two homosexuals faded into the darkness 
.... 

Christine's excited hips seemed to fly up and down on Bobby's straining 
organ! The cheeks of her ass slapped against his hard young thighs as she 
rode him at a full sexual gallop. She looked down and saw his pink tongue 
darting furiously in and out and around and about Linda's young golden nest, 
and Christine wanted to cry out with joy! 

Linda had no idea what was coming next! She had masturbated herself 
regularly since the age of nine, but the orgasms she had experienced thus 
far in her young life were like only tiny firecrackers compared to the 
atomic explosion that was beginning to roar inside her now! She could feel 
it clear down to her toes! His tongue was driving her through one frantic 
spasm after another, and her young hips instinctively ground her wet cunt 
into the boy's face. She could feel his nose inside her vagina and he was 
bobbing his head to fuck her with it! 

"AAAAaaaiiiiieeeeeooooowwww!" she screamed when it happened. The earthquake 
that gripped her young body seemed to drive the very air out of her lungs! 
She felt her inexperienced muscles cramp and spasm, and she had to fight 
against the black cloud that descended over her like a blanket. 

"OH SWEET HEAVENNNNN!" Christine screamed when her body began to shake 
violently as Bobby's swollen prick erupted and sent jets of searing semen 
into her womb. She had to hold onto Linda's shoulders when the force of her 
orgasm sent her body swaying precariously back and forth! 

Bobby's moan of pleasure was muffled in Linda's sweet, spasming wet cunt. It 
seemed to him that Christine's vaginal muscles were gripping his shaft and 
shaking his prick like a dog shakes a stick! He wondered if it would break 
off inside her body. His balls ached as they pumped their load deep into her 
gulping womb, and he reached up to grasp Linda's tender, narrow waist in his 
hands. The girl's young body was shaking like jelly as she continued to 
grind her wet, hot cunt against his mouth. 

Their three shaking bodies seemed to hang suspended inches off the floor for 
a long, deliciously exciting moment, and then collapsed into a tangled heap 
of arms and legs on the carpet. All three turned to watch when they heard 
Carol's excited screams. 

"Holy shit!" Carol screamed at the top of her lungs. "Fuck me! FUCKKKK 
MEEEE! DEEPER! HARDER! FUCK ME, RONNIE! AAAAuuuuggghhhhh!" 

Only Carol's shoulders touched the floor as her cumming body strained and 
bucked up against that of her husky, virile lover. There was a loud thump 
when she fell back on the carpet, and then a pleasant stillness filled the 
Gorman den. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The next two weeks in Christine Gorman's life had a nightmare quality. She 
consumed so much alcohol and participated in so much sex she was never quite 
sure if she was awake and these things were really happening or asleep and 
they were part of her dreams. 

The days and nights turned into bits and fragments like stray pieces of an 
unfinished jigsaw puzzle. Christine would walk into the bathroom and find 
Carol sitting on the John with Ronnie or Bobby standing in front of her 
while she sucked his cock. She would be taking a warm shower and suddenly 
feel herself penetrated from behind. She would be sitting at the breakfast 
table sipping her coffee, and feel an eager, probing face between her 
thighs. 

The two young studs were at the house all day almost every day, and young 
Linda would join them whenever she could. The two sisters would drink 
lightly and fuck heavily during the day, with Christine taking time out for 
the swimming classes. She had combined groups so that she only taught two 
hours a day. 

In the house, they all naked went around naked, and they played a variety of 
games. The winner of each game dictated what all the others would do 
sexually. And this produced some wild, unlikely and pervert combinations ... 

Upon winning one game, Carol did something she had always dreamed about - 
she had both boys fuck her at the same time. Bobby, because of his slender 
shaft, took her anally, and Ronnie took her in her vagina. Carol enjoyed the 
experience so much that she cried, and her tears of joy ran down her cheeks 
in rivers. She made the boys time it so they both came in her at the same 
moment, and her own orgasm was so intense she literally blacked out. 

Linda practiced hard and was soon voted the best cocksucker by the two boys. 
The young blonde delighted in having her pussy eaten, but she yearned to 
sample the joys of fucking she saw going on about her. 

Christine set her foot down on that matter! She would take no chances on a 
pregnant young woman as a result of the sexual extravaganzas they were all 
enjoying - even though she had given Linda some of her own birth-control 
pills. Accidents could still happen, she feared. Carol came up with the 
suggestion that Linda should have Bobby fuck her in the ass, and the young 
girl was more than willing. 

"Use this," Carol offered, bringing in a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. 
"Bend over, Linda dear, and I'll prepare you. This will make it easier, it 
being your first time ..." 

Linda bent over the back of a low chair, and Carol began rubbing Vaseline 
into the young woman's tight, child-like rectum. When she had Linda well 
lubricated, she called Bobby over and also applied a thick coating of the 
salve to his stiff, ready prick. Then she guided the boy to the girl's 
expectant anus, and told him to shove it up gently but firmly into Linda's 
quivering "back door". 

"AAAuuuurrrrgggghhh!" Linda cried between clenched teeth when Bobby rammed 
his cock in her ass. It was painful, but she shook her head negatively when 
they asked her if she wanted him to stop. Soon the pain gave way to erotic 
stimulation, and Linda felt a new, pleasant, and very intense orgasm. 

In the next few days, Linda went through two jars of Vaseline with the boys. 
She also learned the incredibly exciting, erotic joys of Christine's 
vibrator. Whenever both of the boys were busy with the sisters, Linda would 
hold the vibrator on herself until she screamed with pleasure. 

The young people would leave before sunset every evening, and Carol and 
Christine would begin drinking seriously. They seldom got to bed before 
midnight, and they were always dead drunk when they fell asleep. 

Through it all, Christine battled a constant sense of impending disaster. 
There was a foreboding that seemed to follow her every action. When she 
described her feeling of doom to Carol, her younger sister only laughed. 

"You've never had so much fun in your life," Carol said, "and you're afraid 
you'll have to pay for it or that it will end. Enjoy it, Christy. You 
deserve it! So do I." 

The first hint of trouble came in a letter Carol received from her husband. 
It arrived registered mail and Carol sensed serious trouble. When she opened 
the envelope, a group of small, black-and-white photos fell out. She picked 
them up and her heart fell to her toes! They were photos of her in the orgy 
they'd had! 

"Oh NO!" Christine said when Carol told her. "Let me see them!" 

Christine looked at the photos with a sinking heart. They were clear, and 
there was no doubt about what was going or about who was doing what to and 
with whom. 

"Listen to what he says," Carol said in a bitter tone. "So, my darling wife, 
everything you said about me the night I confessed my 'condition' - that it 
was immoral and unnatural - can now be said about you. For surely I am no 
more depraved or abnormal than you. And if we must air our laundry in a 
court, so be it! To me, the sensible thing would be to agree to an even 
split of our worldly belongings and call it square. I seriously doubt that 
either of us could take the other to the cleaners!" 

"The sneaky bastard!" Christine said. 

"I'd like to cut the sonofabitch's balls off!" Carol said in anger. 

"But, sweetheart," Christine remarked, "I think he's right. In a court fight 
now, neither of you would win. And think of what the publicity would do to 
you!" 

"Shit!" Carol exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes. "He hangs me out to dry 
for three damned years, and now he even takes my revenge away from me!" 

They drank more than usual that night, and both fell asleep on the den 
floor. 

Christine wondered if this was the impending disaster she had been 
expecting? After all, this was not the worst thing that could have happened. 
Well then, why was the cloak of doom still with her? 

The second hint of trouble came two days later when Bobby pulled Christine 
aside and told her that word of what they were doing was beginning to 
circulate. 

"It was Linda," he explained hastily. "She dated Paul a couple of nights 
ago. They went to a movie and during the movie, she went down on him. Linda 
had gone down on Paul before. Remember, he was the one who told us she was 
so lousy? Anyway, he sure as hell noticed the difference in how she sucks a 
cock now, as well as her entire attitude about sex, compared to before, and 
he asked her where she'd learned. Without thinking, Linda had blurted out 
the whole story." 

"And Paul is spreading it all over town, I suppose!" Christine snapped. 

"Not all over, but he's told some friends of his. That's where I heard it - 
from some of the other guys," Bobby replied. 

"And if it's already back to you, how long do you think it will take to hit 
your parents? Shit!" Christine cursed disgustedly. 

"Maybe if we invited Paul to join us," Bobby suggested, "that would get him 
to keep quiet." 

Christine knew it was hopeless, that once there was a trace of smoke someone 
would locate the fire, but perhaps Bobby's suggestion would help delay the 
spread of rumors, and avoid the disaster of the parents finding out. 

"Why not? The more the merrier!" she replied. "The more hard pricks we have, 
the better it is for us girls! Ask him if he wants to party with us, Bobby." 
But in the rational part of her mind, she also knew that the risks were 
escalating the more that more people who were drawn into their little orgy 
club ... 

Bobby promptly left to find Paul. Christine slipped into her swim suit to 
teach her two classes. Sitting on the edge of the pool supervising the 
swimmers, Christine tried to think seriously. This was one of the things 
that bothered her - she had no time to her-self! If she wasn't teaching 
swimming, she was fucking, sucking, or drinking with her sister! 

There just didn't seem to be time to sit down and have a good talk with 
herself - to try to get a handle on this wild life-style she had fallen into 
... 

Christine felt that word spreading about their activities was most certainly 
the impending crisis that had been hanging over her. She reasoned that it 
probably had been from the very beginning. What she had been doing with 
younger people was not accepted behavior anywhere, and the thought of being 
discovered was, after all, a natural fear. 

Chuck's letter to Carol had brought this into sharper focus for Christine. 
He was using the very threat of exposure to mould his outraged wife's anger 
to convenient compromise. Just the threat of exposure! 

Christine realized that, somehow, she no longer really cared about herself 
or her own reputation. Her life, she suddenly realized, had been almost 
meaningless for some years. She had surrendered her identity to become a 
part of Larry's identity and life. And it was Larry, and Larry's future, 
that worried her! She had no right to destroy an innocent person's career 
and future! 

In her subconscious mind, she had even considered running away. Before it 
became any worse, before it was a local neighborhood - or even the town - 
scandal, she would simply disappear and never be heard from again. 

On the surface it seemed so simple! She would just leave town and everything 
would be forgotten. 

But where would she go? What would she do? It was easy to think about 
starting all over, but actually doing it was another matter entirely! So the 
thought, ever present, remained in Christine's subconscious mind. 

Looking ahead, Christine wondered how she would handle first the whisper 
campaign that would almost certainly begin, and then the actual 
confrontation! The thought sent chills running down her spine! As she had 
done all too often in her life, she would simply try to handle those 
problems when she was actually was confronted with them. 

Christine climbed out of the pool after her last class and headed directly 
for the kitchen to pour herself a stiff rum and water. Carol was already 
there, finishing one can of beer and opening another. 

"We've got to stop this stupid drinking!" Christine sighed, taking a long 
pull from the drink she had just prepared. 

"I know," Carol agreed. "We've really screwed things up, haven't we?" 

"In spades!" Christine replied. "I'm sorry I got you into all of this, 
Carol." 

"Got me into it?" Carol said. "Come on, Christy, drop the responsible-party 
routine! I'm over twenty-one. I know what I'm doing. And if I didn't like 
it, I wouldn't do it! You're no more responsible than I am." 

Christine watched her sister drain a can of beer in three long swigs. She 
drained her rum and water and made herself another, watching Carol open 
another beer. 

"So what are we going to do?" Christine asked with a deep sigh. 

"Well," Carol said bitterly, "I don't have much choice, do I? I'll give in 
and make an even split with Chuck - the lousy fag!" 

"But how am I going to handle this situation here if it gets back to the 
parents?" Christine asked. 

"I don't know, Christy," Carol replied sympathetically. "Maybe we can keep 
it from getting to the parents." 

"Do you honestly think we can keep it entirely quiet?" Christine said. "When 
it was one guy alone, I had a chance. But the more that get involved, the 
greater the risk of exposure. It would be asking a miracle to keep this 
completely concealed now." 

"Well, at least maybe its possible to keep it quiet long enough to figure 
out how to handle it," Carol sighed. 

"I guess that's our only hope," Christine sighed, the welcome warmth of the 
alcohol now beginning to flow freely through her system. 

"Look, Christy," Carol said, walking over to put her hand on her older 
sister's shoulder, "tomorrow we'll swear off the booze and do some serious 
thinking ~ okay?" 

"Okay," Christine replied, making herself another, weaker rum and water, 
hoping that they would indeed do that, but also having a despairing feeling 
as to their ability to actually do so. 

It was almost four o'clock when Bobby showed up with Paul in tow. Christine 
recognized immediately that Paul was slightly older than the others. He was 
already in college, while the others would not be starting 'til the fall. He 
was tall, a little under six feet, Christine guessed, and very handsome in a 
rugged, outdoor manner. He wore his dark brown hair in a rakish pony tail, 
and his features were sharp and rather attractive. He was slender, and 
Christine guessed correctly that he had played basketball in high school. 

"Hi, Paul!" Christine greeted, surprised to hear the slurred thickness in 
her voice. Man, she thought - it was only four and she was already as high 
as a kite! 

"Hi," Paul said self-consciously. 

"Bobby has told us a lot about you," Christine remarked with a smile. 
"You're supposed to be quite some lover." 

The boy smiled and blushed at the same time, awkwardly trying to find some 
place to put his dangling hands. 

"I was disappointed to hear that stories about the little parties we have 
here are starting to get around. It seems a shame to stop having all this 
fun, don't you, but I guess we don't have much choice. We could get in 
trouble with a lot of people." 

"Aw, gee, Christine," Bobby said. "None of our parents will find out!" 

"Yeah," Paul said, "you don't have to worry about that! We can lean on the 
few other guys and stop the shit from flying "that." 

"How?" Christine asked, patting the empty seat on the couch next to her to 
encourage Paul to sit down beside her. 

"Well ..." Paul began, taking Christine's suggestion and sitting next to her 
on the sofa, "we ourselves can keep it a secret, and Bob, Ron and I will 
make damn sure that none of the others dare talk about it!" 

"Would you do that?" Christine asked softly. 

"You bet!" Paul said confidently. 

Christine stared into Paul's dark eyes for a long moment and felt the 
temperature of her blood climb several degrees! He certainly was a handsome 
devil! She moved closer, pressing her thigh against Paul's and deliberately 
brushing her breast against his arm. 

"That would be wonderful!" Christine said thickly. "Maybe you could join in 
on our little parties, Paul. You're such a tall, handsome man! But maybe 
we're too old for you ..." 

"No," Paul said quickly. His prick was already straining against his slim 
jeans, in response to the x strong sexual intimations radiating from this 
beautiful and sensuous woman. 

Christine smiled to herself as she slowly brought her lips to his and locked 
their mouths together in a hungry, passionate embrace. "Let's seal that with 
a kiss," she breathed. 

The moment she darted her probing tongue into the youth's warm mouth, 
Christine's hand dropped into his Paul's lap. She began rubbing her palm 
over his straining cock, then unbuttoned his fly and slid her fingers inside 
to wrestle his stiffened cock free of his clothing. 

What Christine felt in her hand surprised her! Paul was hung better than 
many older men! His prick was long and thick, and as hard as tempered steel. 
She stroked it gently, teasing him with both her hand and her mouth, until 
she felt a firm pulsing along his moist shaft. 

"Gee, it's warm in here!" Christine remarked seductively when their lips 
parted. 

"Yeah!" the Paul agreed excitedly. 

"Help me get out of this swim suit" she said, turning her back so he could 
unsnap the top of her two-piece suit with fumbling fingers. Then she slipped 
it off her shoulders and turned back to face the amazed young man with her 
full breasts completely exposed to his bulging eyes. 

"Do you like my tits?" she asked in a shy little girl voice that surprised 
even her. 

"You bet!" Paul replied enthusiastically. "I like your prick, too," she 
replied softly, reaching over to grasp the swollen tip of his member in her 
palm. "Why don't you get out of those clothes, Paul? I feel like having a 
little fun." 

Christine had to restrain a girlish giggle that threatened to erupt from her 
husky throat! She was intoxicated on a combination of alcohol and sex! Her 
brain seemed to be swimming through tall waves of brightly colored clouds! 
She glanced over to see Carol undressing Bobby. She watched her younger 
sister free Bobby's erect joint from his shorts to slip it into her mouth. 
Then she watched Bobby struggle to undress Carol while she held his prick in 
her mouth and sucked him slowly. 

Her eyes darted back to the new guy as he dropped his jeans and underpants 
and then pulled his shirt over his head. His body was lean, without an ounce 
of fat on it, and his muscles seemed to ripple teasingly before the rapidly 
heating woman's eyes! 

In a warm, euphoric haze, Christine reached out and affectionately took 
Paul's hard dong in her hands. She fondled him, massaged his excited skin, 
played with his pulsing balls. Then she pulled him to her and guided his 
long, thick cock to her lips to begin kissing, teasing, licking, and sucking 
him. 

Once again, everything seemed to be happening in bits and fragments, like 
slow motion or a series of still frames in a movie. Christine couldn't seem 
to concentrate on anything for any duration. She loved having his pulsing 
organ in her mouth, but she had no idea how long she sucked him. She 
delighted in the way his firm, strong hands explored her body, caressing her 
excited flesh and kneading her breasts until she was moaning with desire. 

She wanted to feel his face buried in her pussy, but she knew that Paul was 
far too aroused to please her that way. Instinct told her what he wanted, 
and she wanted the same thing! 

"Fuck me, Paul!" she whispered explicitly in his ear, darting her pointed 
tongue inside to tease him. "Stick that big cock of yours in my cunt! She 
slithered her body beneath his, holding his penis in her hand and guiding it 
to her juicy pussy. She spread her legs and placed the blood-engorged head 
of his throbbing, quivering, shaft against the sensitive opening to her 
vagina. 

"Fuck me!" she urged in a hoarse whisper. "Shove it to me!" 

Paul needed no urging! He was so hot he was afraid he'd pop his nuts before 
he ever got it in her hole! 

"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!" Christine gasped when she felt his long hard shaft 
penetrate the very core of her being as he lunged forward to the depth of 
her womb. 

"Hey!" Carol called playfully across the room as Bobby knelt between her 
legs and prepared to mount her. "Save some for me! I've got seconds on that 
handsome new man!" 

Christine ignored her sister and gave herself over to the fire that was 
consuming her thirsting, thirty-six-year-old body! She could feel every inch 
of his prick inside her. The walls of her vagina expanded to wrap around the 
hot pole so delightfully impaling her body. She flipped her legs up around 
his narrow waist and locked her heels behind his pumping buttocks. Placing 
her arms around his neck, she held onto him and pressed his chest against 
her breasts and began riding him. 

"OH! That's so gooooood!" Christine whispered in his ear when he drove his 
hard cock deep into her womb. She loved the way he worked his hard-on up and 
down the length of her vaginal track! She could feel his balls slapping 
against her ass, and she contracted her vaginal muscles to grip his surging 
member firmly as their bodies began bouncing up and down on the hard 
cushions of the sofa. 

Christine's mind drifted, alternating between a sharp focus on what was 
happening to her with Paul's prick lancing her body with long, exciting 
strokes and the sweet relaxing euphoric mist that surrounded her. She ground 
her hips against the couch and crushed her clitoris beneath his jerking 
pelvis. 

Her body shuddered and her scalp tingled when she felt his cock explode to 
send thick rivers of scalding hot sex cream into her vagina. Her cries were 
mixed with his masculine groans as she screwed her way up the length of his 
cock with a tremendous, mind-bending orgasm that brought tears flowing from 
her eyes ... 

The pieces of the puzzle were scattered willy-nilly in the distraught 
woman's confused, alcohol-numbed brain. She remembered watching Carol climb 
on top of Paul's cock and ride it like a Derby contender. She remembered 
kneeling with Bobby behind her and being fucked all the way across the den 
floor. 

It was the wildest afternoon of her life! Christine had at least five 
climaxes, but she couldn't grasp them other than in bits and pieces! She 
remembered the sinking feeling she experienced when the two young men had to 
leave to go home. Why did the black shadow reach out for her at that moment? 
It seemed so close now! 

Christine and Carol continued drinking and got rip-roaring drunk that night. 
Christine drank herself insensible and fell dead asleep on the john. At some 
point she managed to make it into the bedroom to collapse on the bed. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The phone rang seven times before she managed to reach out and pull the 
receiver to her ear. Her wrist watch told her it was six-thirty! 

"Hello?" she stammered. 

"Christy? It's Larry! Did I wake you up?" 

"Yes," she replied, shaking her head in an effort to rouse her brain. 

"I'm sorry, honey, but I have to get down to the factory and this is 
important ..." 

"Larry, when are you coming home?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't catch the 
desperation in her voice. 

"That's what I'm calling about, honey," Larry said on the phone. "Now listen 
carefully. We have a big, important decision to make." 

"What?" Christine asked, wishing the throbbing pain in her head would ease 
for even a moment. 

"I've been offered a big opportunity," Larry said excitedly. It's a long 
story, Christy, but I've been offered a partnership in a small dealership up 
here. The money is about the same, but within five years my stock in the 
dealership could be worth plenty. It's a real opportunity for us! What do 
you think?" 

"Gosh, Larry," Christine replied cautiously, "I don't know. What do YOU 
think?" 

"Well, I've thought it over a lot the last few days, and I think I'd be a 
fool to pass it up. The problem is that we would have to move up here. And, 
in a sense, it would be like starting all over. We'd have to make new 
friends, buy a house, the whole thing." 

"Larry," Christine said with her heart skipping a beat, "that sounds 
exciting." 

"You wouldn't mind starting all over?" 

"Darling, I'd love it!" Christine replied enthusiastically. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'm positive, Larry darling!" "Great," he said excitedly. "Maybe you'd 
better hear the rest of it, though." 

"The rest?" she asked. 

"They want me right away, Christy. If I accept, I have to start work on 
Monday morning. That means you would have to handle everything there ~ put 
the house up for sale, arrange for movers to haul our furniture up here ~ 
everything ..." 

"I don't mind!" Christine cried with joy. 

"Honestly, Larry, I don't mind! You tell me what to do, and I'll get it 
done." 

"Okay, sweetheart," Larry said. "You're one helluva wife! Got a pencil and 
paper?" 

Christine put the phone down on the bed and ran to the den to get a pencil 
and note pad. She flew back to the bedroom and cradled the phone between her 
ear and her shoulder as she wrote down Larry's instructions. She interrupted 
him with questions to make sure she understood all the details as she 
covered two pages of the pad with notes. 

"The important thing," Larry concluded, "is to sell that acreage we bought 
outside of town. I'll need that money for my stock investment in the 
dealership. Our best bet is to have my realtor friend in the capital offer 
the property, so you should drive up there as soon as you can." 

"I'll go today, darling," Christine said joyously. "And let's talk again 
tonight in case I have more questions. Will you call me?" 

"You call me," he suggested, "because you don't know what time you'll get 
back, and I definitely will be here in the motel all evening." 

Although Christine was floating on a cloud thousands of feet above the 
ground, her body was in miserable condition! Her stomach churned and her 
head throbbed with pounding pain! She went out to the kitchen and put a pot 
of coffee on. 

Oh, to start all over again - to get out of this crazy alcohol and sex 
life-style and return to reality. 

This was the answer to her dreams - the end of her nightmare! She would sell 
the house and join Larry where they would start all over! The neighbors 
could go fuck themselves! 

She took a sip of the hot coffee and felt her stomach cramp with pulsating 
nausea and pain. And her headache was so intense it almost made her dizzy! 
She had to hold on to the counter for a long moment to keep her balance. 

A thought nagged at her. Now that she had become so dependent on sex, lots 
of sex, how could she get on with Larry, who's physical interest in her had 
declined so terribly? She'd have to rekindle his sexual desires, or maybe 
just have to settle for much less sex. But that didn't matter! It was a 
small price to pay! Nothing mattered now that she was free! It seemed too 
good to be true. Gosh, I didn't dream it, did I, she thought. She wanted to 
run back to the bedroom and call Larry to be sure it really was true! Lately 
her mind had been as fuzzy as a fresh peach and she had trouble separating 
dreams from reality. 

Where was that black cloud that had been following her? There it was, far 
away in the distance. It had retreated, but why was it still there at all? 
Why hadn't it completely disappeared, vanished, disintegrated? Her problems 
were now over, weren't they? 

"How in the world can you smile like that so early in the morning?" Carol 
moaned, as she walked unsteadily into the kitchen. "I feel perfectly awful!" 

"So do I!" Christine replied in a bright voice. 

"Well, you certainly don't sound so terribly bad!" Carol groaned. "We must 
have set some kind of record yesterday! I haven't had a hangover like this 
in years! Will the coffee stay down?" 

"I don't know," Christine replied, bringing the cup to her mouth and taking 
a deep swallow. The minute the coffee reached her stomach, she retched in a 
series of dry heaves that left her weak. 

"You're in as bad shape as I am," Carol commented. "I think we'd both better 
take a hair of the dog." 

"I don't think I could keep it down!" Christine replied, holding onto the 
kitchen counter for support. 

"It's probably the only thing that will stay down," Carol commented, 
reaching for the half-filled bottle of rum and taking a long swig from the 
neck. 

"Here." 

Christine accepted the bottle and held her breath as she brought it to her 
lips. She had vowed to swear off, but somehow she had to pull herself 
together for all the things she had to do! She took a long swallow and 
gasped as the burning liquid seared her throat and stomach. 

"Better?" Carol asked, reaching for the bottle again. 

"Yes," Christine said softly when the burning sensation faded. 

"It always works. A couple of shots and your hangover is gone." 

Christine felt the pounding in her head ease as she watched her younger 
sister take a second long swig from the bottle. She had never done this 
before, but Christine could rationalize that it didn't matter as long as she 
could pull herself together and get to work on the thousand and one things 
she had to accomplish. In a desperate attempt to ease her tortured body, she 
took the bottle from Carol and took another long drink, letting the fire 
sweep through her. 

"Who called?" Carol asked. "I heard the phone and thought you'd never answer 
it!" 

"Then it wasn't a dream!" Christine cried excitedly. Slowly, she told her 
sister all about Larry's call and their decision to move away. 

Carol shared her sister's new excitement. "Oh, Christy! That's wonderful! 
You see? I told you everything would work itself out! Oh, I'm so happy for 
you, honey! Now you and Larry have a chance to start all over." 

"I'm so lucky!" Christine sighed, bringing the rum bottle to her lips for a 
last swig. "There's so much to do! I think I'll drive up to the realtors 
first and get them started selling the farm we bought." 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Carol asked. 

"Would you call the movers and get an estimate on how much they'll charge to 
move us to Detroit? They have to come out and look at the furniture and all, 
and I have to tell Larry how much it will be when I talk to him tonight." 

"Sure," Carol responded. 

"Want some breakfast?" 

"Let me scramble some eggs," Carol suggested, "while you shower and dress. I 
think I can handle something to eat now." 

"Okay," Christine smiled. 

Christine showered and dressed in her most conservative outfit. She realized 
she was starving when she sat down to breakfast with Carol, and she devoured 
two eggs, four strips of bacon, and three pieces of toast. 

"I probably won't be back much before dinner," she told Carol when they 
walked out to the car. "I'll call you when I get ready to leave the 
realtors. I wish this damned headache would go away!" 

"Take another snort," Carol suggested. "I'll open another bottle while you 
start the car." 

Christine had the motor running when Carol returned with the rum. She took a 
generous swallow, but refused Carol's suggestion to take the rest with her. 

"Thank heavens it's all over," she sighed to Carol as she put the car in 
reverse and backed out of the driveway. She waved again to Carol, then 
turned the car toward the old road to the capital. 

Christine was thankful she had chosen the old road instead of the freeway. 
Traffic was light, and she cruised along at a conservative fifty miles an 
hour. She felt flushed, and she knew she was a little high from the rum, but 
she was so happy she felt like singing! 

Suddenly the sky turned dark, and Christine stopped singing to pay closer 
attention to the road. How could the sky turn dark when there wasn't a cloud 
in sight? She wracked her brain for an answer and suddenly remembered that 
an eclipse was due. That must be it, she told herself, relaxing her hands on 
the wheel. It'll be over in a minute or two. 

The speedometer climbed steadily to eighty miles an hour as Christine 
relaxed and sang happily. The sky became so black she reached down to the 
dashboard to turn her lights on. As she did, the speeding car veered out 
into the opposite lane. And at that moment a huge oil-tanker trunk came 
around the bend ... In her last few seconds, Christine was only aware of the 
black cloud swooping down to engulf her in its warm folds. She died on 
impact, and did not see her car roll seven times and then explode in a ball 
of bright orange flame. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

The funeral was held on Sunday, a hot, windy day when people were anxious to 
tend to their yards, visit relatives and friends on nearby farms, and 
generally do anything but attend a burial. 

In spite of these other demands on their time, a small crowd gathered at the 
grave side. Most were dressed in black, which accounted for the perspiration 
forming uncomfortably on a number of foreheads, and the services were kept 
brief. 

The Wilsons were there. Carter Wilson seemed more depressed than his wife 
and son, but he managed to successfully conceal the reason for his grief. 

The Andersons were there, properly somber even though Mr. Anderson kept 
glancing at his watch. Ronnie Anderson cried openly, unable to conceal his 
feelings, as well as Linda or Bobby. 

Mrs. Loud was there, feeling it was expected of her, and hoping she might 
fasten onto some new gossip. She had heard the vague rumors circulating in 
the neighborhood the week before, but she had been unable to come by 
anything she could sink her teeth into. And now the opportunity for a juicy 
scandal had escaped them all. 

Larry Gorman stood next to Carol, listening but not paying any real 
attention to the preacher's final words. He had mourned privately when Carol 
called him with the news that fateful night. Although he recognized that his 
marriage had been under stress for the past few years, Larry had come to 
believed they could have made a go of it by starting fresh in a new city. 

Turning, with Carol still at his side, Larry began accepting the condolences 
as the small crowd started leaving. His responses were mechanical, but he 
wanted them to know he appreciated their concern. Finally the crowd had 
melted away. Larry and Carol were left alone beside the grave. The Wilson 
family was standing a discreet distance away and the rest had left. 

"You look like you need a drink," Larry said softly to Carol. 

"Thanks, Larry," Carol replied, "but I'm on the wagon - permanently!" 

"Look, you had problems of your own - and then this. Nobody blames you for 
hitting the bottle a little," Larry said kindly. 

"It's not that," Carol sighed. "I guess it's just time I grew up and faced 
life." 

"Few people ever really do, you know," Larry offered. 

"Maybe not, but I'm going to give it the old college try," Carol smiled. 

"Are you going back to Chuck?" 

"Good heavens, no!" Carol said with a bitter laugh. "I don't have to live 
with a queer to face life, Larry!" 

"Just asking, Carol," Larry commented sympathetically. "We've both been 
through a lot recently, and I wondered what you were going to do." 

"How about you?" Carol asked as they began walking slowly back up the drive. 

"Oh, I think I'll go ahead with my new job," he sighed. "Turning back now 
wouldn't help anything. And I don't think it will be good for me to stay 
here and constantly be reminded of..." 

"Christy would have wanted you to go on," Carol cried, "She was so happy and 
excited about the change." 

"Was she really?" Larry asked. 

"Yes, Larry, she really was. I know for sure that she had been going through 
some kind of a personal hell lately, and this was the answer to her dream." 

"You two were very close, weren't you?" Larry asked. 

"Only for the past few weeks, actually," Carol sighed. "Nobody will ever 
know how really close we were these past two weeks. We shared everything!" 

"I gathered that," Larry said slowly. "You know, you and Chrissy are - were 
- much alike in so many ways. Oh well ... Carol, I'm going to need some 
help. I'm supposed to start my new job tomorrow and all of the loose ends 
here have to be tied up and put away." "I know." 

"And I've been wondering if you ... well, if you would want to share in, 
behalf of Christy, in this whole new life we were to start ..." 

"Share in her husband, too?" 

"Well, maybe even that ..." Larry replied carefully. 

"Larry Gorman! Are you propositioning me?" 

"Well ... I mean ..." Larry stammered. 

"Only minutes after we buried Christy?" she said with pretended indignation. 
Then she burst into almost hysterical laughter, bringing tears to her eyes. 
She covered her face with her gloved hands so that the Wilson family 
standing discreetly on the other side of the drive couldn't see, and would 
think she had dissolved into tears of anguish. 

"Look, Carol... I mean - please... For Pete's sake, Carol! What's so damned 
funny? I didn't mean..." 

"Yes you did Larry Gorman! And what's so funny is that I was thinking the 
very same wonderful thought! Maybe you can't understand this, but Christy 
would be overjoyed to see the two of us screwing ourselves silly right after 
her funeral!" 

"I ... I don't understand ..." Larry said with a faltering voice. 

Carol leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Knock off the shit, Larry," she 
said softly. "I can see your hard-on pressing against your pants! Come on, 
let's see if we can pick up the bits and pieces of our damn lives and begin 
having a ball!" 

Carol linked her arm in his and they fell into step as they walked toward 
the waiting black limo. As they crossed the drive, Mrs. Wilson approached 
them. 

"I just wanted you both to know how sorry I am," Mrs. Wilson said in a gushy 
voice. 

"Thank you," Larry replied automatically. "She was so young!" Mrs. Wilson 
persisted. "And so pretty! And Christine was a kind woman - you know, she 
was absolutely wonderful with young people!" 

It was all Carol could do, but she managed to keep a straight face. 

"Yes," Carol said softly, "Christy was marvelous with them all." 

"She certainly had a knack," Mrs. Wilson sighed. 

"Yes, Christy was good with them," Carol said enigmatically as she held onto 
Larry's arm and walked toward the black limousine. 


THE END
