Big Sister's Little Brother
by Erika Norman
(RX-375)


FOREWORD 

In Margaret Mead's classic study Sex and Temperament in Three Primitive 
Societies, she comments about the Arapesh of New Guinea, "To questions about 
incest I did not receive the answers that I had received in all other native 
societies in which I had worked, violent condemnation of the practice ... 
Instead both the emphatic condemnation and accusations were lacking. ... 
Thus incest is regarded among the Arapesh not with horror and repulsion 
towards a temptation that they feel their flesh is heir to, but as a stupid 
negation of the joys of increasing, through marriage, the number of people 
whom one can love and trust." 

This example is given to show the startling great concern. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER ONE 

Standing before the minister, Mona Murphy began to have some very 
unreligious thoughts. In just a moment she would be Mrs. Kris Slade, which 
was miraculous enough, but what she really looked forward to was the 
honeymoon. It had been a long, long time since Mona had had a man, all too 
long. Kris stood beside her, tall and handsome, radiating sexiness, and it 
was all she could do to keep from grabbing him right there in the church. 
Things were going to be wonderful, she knew. The only sour note was her son 
Curt. 

Kris had thoughtfully asked thirteen-year-old Curt to be his best man, but 
it hadn't done anything to quell the boy's resentment and jealousy. He stood 
there beside them now, scrubbed and good-looking in his formal suit, but 
pouting and sullen. How Mona wished her son could accept his new father. 
After all, his real father had been no good, having run out on Curt and Mona 
when the boy was only an infant. Kris was a good man, wealthy and generous. 
Curt ought to be happy, but obviously the only thing he could think of was 
that he'd no longer get such a big share of Mona's love and attention. He 
hated Kris Slade, and for the moment there was nothing Mona could do about 
it. 

Perhaps in time Curt would change his mind. Mona tried to stop worrying 
about him. After all, she had a right to some pleasure. She gave Kris a 
quick glance, and he grinned at her. Her loins seemed to melt, and she felt 
the crotch of her panties going wet and hot with her cunt juices. God, how 
she wanted this man. It was a miracle she'd held out this long. She'd known, 
however, that Kris would cease to respect her, that he'd never marry her if 
she gave herself to him before the ceremony, and so she'd managed to hold 
back the fierce desire she felt for him. Her strength had paid off. After 
twelve years of loneliness and longing, she was about to have a man again, 
and a wonderful man at that. 

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," intoned the minister. 

Kris reached out for her, and Mona flew into his arms, kissing him hungrily. 
He dug his tongue deep into her mouth, and for a brief unheeding moment she 
found herself grinding her pussy against his crotch. That would never do, 
not in front of the guests. She pulled away from him, blushing but smiling. 
She was very happy-but there was Curt, waiting to be kissed also, his young 
face a stern mask of jealousy. Oh, God, she thought, what am I going to do 
about this boy? 

The reception was held at Kris' luxurious suburban Los Angeles home, not 
very far from the church. Kris had spared no expense for the celebration, 
and there was a lavish buffet and gallons of champagne. All Mona could think 
of, however, was getting away, being alone with Kris, having him make love 
to her for the first time. She kept a smile on her face for the guests, but 
she thought she'd die of horniness as the minutes slowly passed. How long 
would they have to stay at the reception? How long before they could be in 
bed together? 

Kris was standing beside her in the receiving line, and he slipped an arm 
around her waist and bent to whisper, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 

Mona blushed furiously. "If I am, we're both thinking very naughty 
thoughts." 

Kris chuckled. "It won't be long. Another hour, then we can get away. Oh, 
baby, am I looking forward to that." 

"You and me both," said Mona. 

Just from having him touch her, her cunt had grown red-hot, and her pussy 
juices were streaming down her inner thighs. She prayed nobody would notice 
her excitement. It was so embarrassing, but she just couldn't help it. 
Twelve years was a long time to wait. Of course, she hadn't been entirely 
without sexual release in all those years. When things got too bad, she 
would reluctantly, miserably, bring herself off with her own hand. But that 
couldn't replace the strong hard touch of a man's body against hers, could 
never replace the joy of feeling a great stiff cock entering her body ... 
Mona shook herself. She must try not to think about that. It would come soon 
enough, if only she could be patient. 

"Here comes Liz," said Kris. 

Mona saw Kris' thirty-year-old daughter Liz approaching them with a big 
smile. Liz certainly was attractive, and even fresh from a divorce she 
didn't seem glum or defeated. Liz was a tall girl with a dusky complexion, 
long blue-black hair, and superb big breasts which swayed gently even in the 
confinement of her bra. She and Mona resembled each other only in being tall 
and having been generously endowed in the bustline. Mona was pink and blonde 
and blue-eyed with a babyish face in contrast to Liz' dark witch-like 
beauty. They weren't far apart in age, however, Mona being just four years 
older than her new stepdaughter. Not for the first time she reminded herself 
that she was young enough to be Kris' daughter. It didn't matter. At 
fifty-five, even with silver hair, Kris looked young and vital and 
unbearably sexy. 

"Darlings," said Liz, kissing them both, "I'm so happy for you." 

"Thank you, Liz," said Mona. "You've been so good to us, offering to take 
care of Curt during the honeymoon. It isn't going to be much fun for you, 
I'm afraid. You saw the look on his face during the ceremony." 

Liz patted her hand. "Of course he's jealous of Daddy. He's been alone with 
you all his life, and naturally he doesn't like the change-but I know he'll 
come around. Don't worry about anything, Mona, dear. Just enjoy your 
honeymoon." She winked, and Mona blushed. 

"Speaking of Curt...." said Kris, touching her elbow. 

They all turned, and there was Curt, his lower lip sticking out in a 
ludicrous pout. At thirteen he was almost as tall as his mother, and his 
trim young body had begun to broaden at the shoulders, but his face was 
still that of a small boy. Like Mona he was blond and blue-eyed, and there 
was a scattering of freckles across his nose. Mona loved him deeply at that 
moment, but she also wanted to paddle his ass. Why couldn't he be a little 
more mature about things? Above all, why couldn't he be nice to Kris? "I 
came to say good-bye," said Curt sullenly. "I hope you have a good time." 

"Thank you, son," said Kris, reaching out to shake the boy's hand. Curt 
flinched-whether at his touch or at the word "son," Mona couldn't be 
certain. 

"It'll only be a few days, darling," she said, bending to kiss Curt on the 
cheek. He sullenly permitted her kiss, then stepped back and gave her a look 
of childish anger. "Liz will take good care of you," Mona said. "I know you 
two have met only once before, at the engagement party, but I'm sure you'll 
get along just fine." 

"Sure we will," said Liz, taking Curt's arm and leading him off. "Come on, 
buster, let's get some cake." 

"Thank God for Liz," said Mona. Kris squeezed her waist. "Liz is very 
competent. We don't have to worry. I want you to forget all about it now. 
Come with me, I want to show you something." 

Mona followed him absently out of the room. She kept glancing back for a 
look at her son, and so she was completely taken by surprise when Kris 
suddenly whisked her into a closet and closed the door. It was pitch black 
inside. 

"Kris," she said, "what in the world?" 

In the darkness she heard him chuckle, and then his big hands were moving 
over her body, caressing and exploring, coming to rest on the soft mounds of 
her big tits. "I couldn't wait," he said. "I though we could have a quickie 
in the closet, and that would get us through the rest of this silly 
reception." 

"KRIS!" Mona was both embarrassed and excited. She wanted him desperately, 
but the idea of making it in the closet in the midst of their wedding 
reception seemed naughty and dangerous. "What if somebody walks in?" 

"I locked the door," he said, fumbling with the buttons of her dress. 
"Anyhow, I don't give a flying fuck what they think. Do you?" Mona felt his 
hands on her bare tits, and lust shot through her like an electric current. 
"No," she said, "I really don't. Oh, darling." 

He had unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it down to her waist and 
then deftly unhooked her bra. His big firm hands roamed eagerly over the 
soft mountains of her breasts, cupping and squeezing them possessively. She 
felt her nipples tingle and grow stiff under his touch. Her cunt quaked and 
clenched, squirting out hot juice into the already soaked crotch of her 
panties. It was an outrageous thing they were doing, but she didn't care any 
more. All she could think of was having him fuck her for the first time. 
God, how she wanted it. He bent and planted his mouth on one of her tingling 
stiff nipples and began to suck it greedily, noisily. Mona groaned in her 
excitement. No man had touched her sensitive tits in twelve years, and it 
felt wonderful. She staggered back against the wall of the closet, and Kris 
came with her, still sucking wetly at her nipples. Mona reached out blindly 
in the darkness and began to explore his body through the thin material of 
his summer suit. He was powerful and hard, a man in superb physical 
condition. As her hand approached his crotch, she began to tremble, 
wondering just what she'd find. Then she felt his hardness, and even through 
the cloth she determined that his cock was enormously thick. She followed 
the rigid line with her trembling hand, down, down. God, his penis was 
incredibly long, longer than she'd dreamed a cock could be. She gave a low 
moan of lust. 

"What is it?" he said. "Are you all right?" 

Mona laughed. "I just didn't realize you were so well hung." 

He laughed, too. "That's nothing. Wait'll you see how I use it." 

Wait? She couldn't wait another second. He cunt was boiling hot, flooded 
with eager cream, and she had to have him in her right now. She whimpered 
and tugged at the zipper of his pants. 

"Careful," said Kris. "There could be a regrettable accident." 

She tried to be careful. Gently she opened the zipper and slipped her hand 
inside, through the obstacle of his shorts, and at last touched his naked 
prick. It was red-hot and pulsing under her fingers, incredibly thick and 
hard. She felt herself flushing hotly all over as she imagined how it would 
feel deep in her vagina. With shaking hands she drew it out, brushing his 
swollen, bristly testicles. Yes, his cock was very long, a good eight inches 
at least, and it was all hers. She couldn't believe her good fortune. She 
ran her hands up and down its great length and discovered that he wasn't 
circumcised. Gently but swiftly, she used her thumb and forefinger to work 
back the warm wrinkled foreskin, uncovering the hot moist glans. A thick 
droplet of cream dribbled from the hole at the tip, telling her that Kris 
was just as eager as she was. He trembled and began to breathe harshly as 
she played with his meat. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "put it in me, now, right now." 

"Be patient, you shameless hussy," said Kris. "We have to get your panties 
off first." 

He raised her skirt and began tugging at her panties. Mona trembled 
violently in her eagerness. She almost tripped stepping out of her panties, 
and then she threw her arms tightly around Kris, pulling him to her, rubbing 
her fluffy little snatch against the long rigid pole of his dick. "Hurry, 
hurry, hurry," she said. 

"Hmmmm," said Kris, "this is a little awkward." 

He was considerably taller than Mona and was having to bend his knees in 
order to poke his cock between her thighs. Mona tried to help out by 
standing on tiptoe, and at last, after what seemed an eternity, she felt the 
feverishly hot hard flesh of his prick easing between her legs. Her vaginal 
juices flooded out to bathe it, and she helplessly began jerking her hips in 
the motions of fucking. 

"Hey, wait," said Kris, "I'm not even in yet." 

"I know, I know," she said, her voice husky and urgent. 

Laughing, Kris steadied her and managed to wedge the enormously swollen head 
of his cock into the dripping hot mouth of her vagina. Mona began to whimper 
and moan as he slowly pushed into her, her juices pouring out in a steamy 
flood. His cock was wonderfully fat, stuffing her completely, reaching all 
the way to her womb, fulfilling every horny fantasy she had had for the last 
decade. At last, dear God, she was being fucked again-and not a moment too 
soon. 

"Good for you" he said. 

"Oh, my darling,, YES," said Mona. "Do it to me! Move it in me. I want it, 
Kris, I want it. YEEESSS!" 

"You hot little bitch," he said appreciatively, "I'll do it to you, all 
right. I'm gonna fuck you silly." 

He proceeded to do exactly that. 

As soon as he could, Curt escaped Liz and went off by himself. It wasn't 
that he disliked his new stepsister. She seemed nice enough. It was just 
that he had other things on his mind and wanted to be alone so he could 
think about them. For the past six months, ever since his mother had met 
Kris Slade, his life had seemed to have become a nightmare. Once Mona had 
devoted all her spare time and all her affection to him, now he hardly ever 
saw her, and when he did, all she could think or talk about was Kris. She 
was Kris' wife now, and things weren't going to get any better. Curt didn't 
know if he could stand it. He loved his mother fiercely, and he wanted her 
all to himself, but things could never be that way again. 

Moodily Curt stuffed himself with wedding cake and wandered around the 
spacious ranch house which was to be his new home. Kris had lots of money, 
all right, and Curt supposed that was a good thing. He and his mother would 
never be poor again. On Mona's meager salary as a secretary, plus the little 
that Curt made on his paper route, they'd barely been getting by. Now they 
could have anything they wanted. Kris had already promised him a ten speed 
bike and a lot of other goodies. Curt didn't feel elated, however. He felt 
he'd rather be poor again and have his mother all to himself than to be rich 
and share her with this older man. 

Moodily he wandered into the bathroom, raised the seat of the toilet, and 
was about to relieve himself, when he heard strange noises on the other side 
of the wall. He thought quickly. He'd explored the house already, and he 
recalled that there was a large walk-in closet on the other side. Somebody 
was in the closet making shuffling, squealing, and moaning noises. What the 
hell? Was it a fight, a mugging? He found a water glass, put it to the wall, 
and pressed his ear against it. The sounds came through with perfect 
clarity. Curt listened a few seconds and then went beet red all over. 

He recognized his mother's voice. He recognized Kris' voice. He also figured 
out what they were doing. Although he had no experience of sex himself, and 
although his knowledge was scant and inaccurate, there was no mistaking what 
Kris and Mona were doing in that closet. The noises were suggestive enough, 
but Mona's voice told everything. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "I love it. I love your cock in me. Keep doing it, 
Kris. Ohh, God, YES!" 

There was a loud, lewd slurping noise, a sucking and popping sound, as Kris' 
big thick cock worked busily in Mona's heavily creaming vagina. "Oh, baby, 
baby," said Kris, "you're hot as hell in there. I love doing it to you, 
Mona. I love fucking you." 

Curt was stiff with shock and rage. He knew he shouldn't be listening to 
something so private, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to listen, yet 
somehow he couldn't tear himself away. 

In horrified fascination he went on spying, listening to his new stepfather 
balling his mother. He realized with a shock that this was the thing he'd 
beeen dreading most-the one thing Kris could do for Mona which he, Curt, 
couldn't. It killed him to think about it, to imagine Kris putting his big 
peter inside Mona, but it was even worse to learn that she enjoyed it 
wildly. He would never be able to compete with Kris because he couldn't give 
his mother this supreme pleasure. 

"Darling, you're making me cum," said Mona, her voice hoarse and wild. "It's 
so good, so good, AAHHH! AAAGGHHH!" 

"Take it, baby," said Kris, panting and snorting in his excitement. Take my 
cum! Oh, Jesus, yeah, OOHHH!" 

In spite of his horror and wild jealousy, Curt began to feel a strange 
excitement, a hot tingling in his half-grown balls. As he listened to the 
sounds of orgasm, the undeniable joy experienced by Kris and Mona, he felt 
his young cock growing stiff and standing out to tent his pants. At first he 
couldn't figure out what was happening to him. His peter never got hard like 
that except when he woke up in the morning and had to pee very badly. Then 
he remembered some things he'd heard from the older boys at school, about 
cockstands and "making it" with girls. None of it made much sense to him, 
since he'd never even held hands with a girl before, but he did understand 
that he was experiencing sexual arousal, having the first real erection of 
his young life. He also understood that there was nothing he could do about 
it. Fucking was a pleasure reserved for adults. 

Damn Kris. Kris could fuck anytime he wanted to, and to add insult to 
injury, he could fuck Mona. It just wasn't fair. Curt was only thirteen, it 
would be years before society's stupid rules permitted him to have a woman. 
He felt like banging his head against the wall in frustration. The noises in 
the closet had died down now, and all he could hear was soft breathing. The 
adults had had their fun, but what about him? 

Of course there was something he could do to relieve himself. He'd watched 
the older boys in their jerk-off contests, seeing who could shoot his stuff 
first or farthest. Curt had never done it before because he'd never felt a 
strong need for it. Now his need was overpowering. Somehow listening to Kris 
and Mona making it had driven him unbearably horny. He didn't stop to think 
why this should happen. He only knew he had to do something about it, and 
fast. His small cock threatened to explode right in his expensive new suit. 

Quickly, frantically, he unzipped his fly and took out his rigid little 
white prick. Imitating the older boys, he began to pump it swiftly in his 
fist, being careful to aim for the toilet. He was astounded at how good it 
felt. Never in his life had he experienced such keen and sharp pleasure. He 
got dizzy with it and was forced to lean forward and steady himself with one 
hand against the toilet tank. As his excitement mounted, strange and 
unwilling fantasies came to him. It was him in the closet with his mother, 
it was his hard peter inside her, making her cry out helplessly and 
ecstatically. 

There was a sudden blazing rush of fluid up the rigid pole of his small 
prick, and he couldn't keep from crying out, "Mona! Mother!" Then his cum 
shot out and landed with a wet plop in the toilet. He almost passed out from 
the pleasure of it. 

Someone was pounding at the bathroom door. Blushing deeply, Curt hurriedly 
tucked his limp little penis back into his pants and zipped up. "Curt?" It 
was Liz' voice. "Curt, are you in there?" 

Curt staggered to the door and opened it. Liz was standing there with a look 
of concern on her face, but when she saw him, she grinned. "Well, I thought 
you'd fallen in," she said. 

"Aw, I'm okay," Curt said manfully. 

He followed Liz back into the crowded reception room. Kris and Mona were 
back now, looking a little flushed and rumpled, but immensely happy. At that 
moment Curt hated both of them. Damn it, they had everything and he had 
nothing. There was no room for him in their happy little world. He wished 
his mother had never laid eyes on Kris Slade. 

Liz gave him a quick pat on the ass, and when he looked up in surprise, she 
was grinning at him. "Pull in your lip, buddy boy," she said. People will 
think you're jealous." 

Liz was right. He was acting like a baby. Mournfully, Curt put a smile on 
his face and straightened his shoulders, trying to look pleased and happy. 
It was the least he could do for his mother. She'd been alone for a long 
time, and she deserved some happiness. He would never resign himself to the 
situation, however. He felt he would resent and hate Kris Slade all his 
life. It was even worse now that he'd spied on them through the bathroom 
wall and learned what Kris could do to Mona with that grown-up cock of his. 
If I had a cock like that, Curt thought dismally, she wouldn't need him. 

That was silly, of course. A boy can't fuck his own mother. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As Kris and Mona left the reception for their honeymoon, hand in hand and 
radiantly happy, Liz glanced at Curt to see how the boy was taking it. The 
poor kid was having trouble keeping that smile on his face, and when he 
waved good-bye to his mother, Liz thought he might actually burst into 
tears. He managed to control himself, however, and as Kris' sports car sped 
off into the distance, Curt turned to Liz with a resigned look on his 
handsome young face. 

"Well," he said dismally, "I guess that's that." 

Liz put her hand on his shoulder. "You did fine," she said. "And things 
aren't nearly as bad as you think. You'll come to like Daddy-I mean Kris. 
He's really a swell guy. Your mother will start paying a lot more attention 
to you, too, once the excitement is over. You'll see, Curt. It's going to be 
all right." 

He jerked away from her, tears welling up in his eyes, and ran upstairs to 
his room. Liz shrugged. 

Her speech had been premature, perhaps, but at least the kid knew she was on 
his side. There was little else she could do for the moment. Damn it all, 
she had her own problems. She knew damned well what Kris and Mona had been 
doing in the closet. She'd heard them as she passed by, and it was written 
all over their faces when they came out. She felt no jealousy. She was happy 
for them. Daddy had been terribly lonely since his wife, Liz' mother, died 
several years earlier. So it was nice that Kris and Mona had each other. The 
only trouble was, there was no one for Liz. 

Since her divorce, Liz had been so busy helping her father with his wedding 
plans that she just hadn't had time for herself. As a result she hadn't been 
laid in three months, and she was feeling the need acutely. She had planned 
to do something about it as soon as the wedding was over. There were several 
old boyfriends she could call, men who would definitely be interested in 
taking her to bed. Then, however, Mona and Kris had asked her to take care 
of Curt while they were on their honeymoon. That meant she'd have to wait 
almost another week before doing anything about her frantic need for a man. 
She seethed with horniness and impatience. Liz was a good sport, and she 
hadn't hesitated to take on the burden of Curt, but she wondered how much 
longer she could last without sex. 

She'd had that problem ever since she became a woman. In junior high the 
other girls seemed content to giggle and gossip about boys or to go on 

"dates" which consisted entirely of hand holding and a few fumbling kisses. 
Not Liz. From the moment she became conscious of her own sexual feelings, 
Liz had wanted and needed all the pleasure she could get. It was a need so 
strong, she'd never been able to control it. At fourteen she willingly 
surrendered her virginity in the back seat of a parked car to an eager boy 
not much older than she was. She'd loved that first fuck, and ever since 
then, she hadn't been able to say no to any man. 

Fortunately Daddy understood. He was highly sexed himself, as he'd explained 
to Liz, and she'd inherited this tendency. That long ago night when Liz came 
home from her first session of lovemaking, Kris had guessed right away that 
his daughter was no longer innocent. They had a long talk about it, and Kris 
had taken Liz to a doctor and had her put on the Pill. She could have all 
the fun she wanted, he said, so long as she didn't get herself knocked up. 
Liz was profoundly grateful to him for this. Not many girls had such 
understanding fathers. 

In high school, of course, she'd earned the reputation of being a "bad 
girl," but she didn't care. She loved men, loved to ball, and she didn't 
give a damn what other girls thought about her. Her only mistake had been 
getting married. Liz discovered, too late, that she was too much woman for 
one man. At least she was too much woman for Mark Rains. 

Mark was a dazzlingly sexy guy, but he was a straight arrow and a prude. He 
was in love with Liz, but he refused to go to bed with her till they were 
married. Liz had never encountered such an attitude before, and it drove her 
wild with frustration. She spent a long time trying to seduce Mark, with no 
success, and finally she'd given in and married him. It was a terrible 
mistake. The marriage had lasted five years, but it had actually been a 
failure from the first moment. Liz had hung on because she loved Mark and 
thought she might be able to change him, but finally she'd given up and sued 
for divorce. She couldn't change the fact that sexy Mark was a lousy lover. 

She hadn't known until their wedding night, of course, repressed and highly 
puritanical, Mark's idea of making love was to turn out all the lights in 
the bedroom and do it under the covers, he in his pajamas and Liz in her 
nightgown. It was also his idea that prolonged pleasure is sinful, and so 
his lovemaking consisted of climbing onto Liz and doing it to her as quickly 
as he could, usually a matter of seconds, then rolling off and going to 
sleep. He never kept it up long enough for Liz to cum. Her gentle suggestion 
that sex was meant to be fun left him blushing and angry. She was a wicked 
woman, he said. Enjoying sex was against all his religious and moral 
principles. 

So Liz had lived for five years in raw frustration, till she simply couldn't 
stand it any longer. Now she was thirty, but by no means over the hill. She 
was ready to go, ready to have fun, ready to make it with all the men she 
could lay hands on. If it hadn't been for the unexpected romance between her 
father and Mona, and then the responsibility of Curt, she would have been 
off making love right now. God knows, after five years with Mark, she needed 
it. She needed it so badly, she could have screamed and climbed the walls. 

Outwardly Liz remained sedate and calm and charming. She smiled and chatted 
with the departing wedding guests, wondering all the while if she dared 
telephone one of her old lovers and ask him to come over for the evening. 
No, she decided, with Curt in the house it would be too risky. The boy was 
old enough to notice things like that. She'd just have to wait till Kris and 
Mona returned, and then at last she'd be free. Damn it all, she'd have given 
anything for a fuck, even a quickie like Kris and Mona had had in the 
closet. She understood their urgency all too well. 

When the last of the guests had gone, Liz left the caterers to clean up the 
mess and went upstairs. She knocked gently at Curt's door, then opened it 
without waiting for an answer. That was a mistake. The boy was standing buck 
naked in the middle of the room. He and Liz stared at each other and blushed 
deeply. Liz couldn't help noticing what a handsome little body Curt had. No 
longer a boy, but not quite a man, he was slim and hard and smooth, tan all 
over except for the strip of white left by his swimming suit. As he froze in 
surprise and embarrassment, Liz had a quick glimpse of his immature cock and 
balls. She couldn't help gawking. His sweet little pale prick was about the 
size of her middle finger, and his hairless testicles bloomed round and rosy 
between his thighs. For reasons she didn't understand, Liz felt a sudden 
pooling of hot saliva in her mouth and a familiar heat in her pussy. 

"Oh, Curt, I'm terribly sorry," she said. "I was just wondering how you 
were." 

He tried to cover his embarrassment with a nonchalant tone. "Aw, I was just 
gonna put on my pajamas and watch some television," he said. He turned 
quickly away from her to hide his bouncing little prick. My God, thought 
Liz, what a sweet little ass he's got. The boy's buttocks were pale and 
small and globular, inviting her touch. Her cunt contracted with lust, and 
the crotch of her panties grew moist. She quickly regained control of 
herself, however. She wasn't so hard up that she had to go ape-shit over a 
little kid-or was she? 

"Don't you want any dinner?" she said. 

"Naw," said Curt. "I ate too much cake. I think I'll just watch a few shows 
and go to bed early." 

"That's probably a good idea," said Liz. "It's been a long day for you. 
Would you like me to come and sit with you awhile?" 

For a moment Curt flashed her a childish look of loneliness. It was clear 
that he wanted her company and that he missed his mother terribly. Then his 
face hardened. He said manfully, "Aw, no, that's okay. I don't need anybody. 
I'll see you tomorrow." 

"All right, Curt," she said, "whatever you want. But if you get lonely in 
the night, come and get me. That's what I'm here for." 

Obviously he didn't want to be treated like a child, and Liz wasn't going to 
hurt his pride. She left him alone and went on to her own room, a few doors 
down the hall. She felt sorry for Curt, but he'd just have to experience the 
pain of growing up, like anybody else. Meanwhile she had her own troubles. 
Never in her life had she been so horny. Why Curt was just a child, only 
thirteen, and yet the sight of his young male body had almost driven her 
crazy. She'd actually gotten hot for a little kid. She felt ashamed of 
herself. Come on, old girl, she though, shape up. 

In her room she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower, hoping that 
the stinging cool spray would cool her passions. Just a few more days, and 
she could get herself a man. All she had to do was be patient. God, it was 
hard, though. Her pussy was swollen and aching with need. For one crazy 
moment she thought again of Curt's cute little cock and imagined how it 
might look if it were stiff, how it might feel poking into her raging wet 
cunt. She grew dizzy and slumped against the wall of the shower, pussy 
juices streaming hot and urgent down her thighs. 

Enough, she thought. Goddamn it, Liz, that's enough. 

She made the shower colder, so cold that she whimpered with pain. When she 
got out, she was blue and shivering. She began to dry herself briskly, and 
as she did so, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. She 
had to stop and look, because she was very pleased with what she saw. She 
might be thirty years old, but there was nothing old about her body. She was 
still beautiful, and she intended to exploit that fact for all it was 
worth-as soon as she got the chance. 

She stood tall and slim and beautifully curved, her legs long and smooth, 
her chest and hips nipping in voluptuously to a tiny supple waist. Her dark 
snatch was small and prettily shaped, the black hairs dainty and springy. 
Best of all were her huge pale melon-shaped breasts with their light brown 
nipples. There wasn't a sag or a wrinkle to them. She knew how well any man 
would like to play with those ripe swaying knockers and how much she'd enjoy 
it if some man did. Well, it would only be a few days now, and it was nice 
to know that she had all the equipment needed to drive men to helpless lust. 
With a toss of her thick glossy black hair; Liz sighed and walked into her 
bedroom. She put on her nightgown, found some magazines, and slipped into 
bed. 

After five minutes she found that she'd been reading the same sentence over 
and over again, not understanding a word of it. She was conscious only of 
the painful need in her pussy, the need that wouldn't quit. It was no use. 
Much as she disliked the idea, she was going to have to bring herself off. 
She simply couldn't stand it any more. With a deep sigh, she set aside her 
magazine, pushed back the covers, and pulled her nightgown up to her waist. 
Lounging back on the pillows, she ran her hand slowly over the quivering hot 
globes of her tits, down over her taut belly, till she reached the moist 
springy curls of her mons. She began to tremble as she slipped a stiff 
finger between the furry mons lips and encountered the fat moist ready bump 
of her clitoris, the most sensitive part of her body. She touched it with 
just the tip of her finger, and a blinding jolt of pleasure rocked her body, 
her cunt flooding out its juices to make a little steamy pool on the sheet 
beneath her. 

"Oooooo, God, yesss," Liz whimpered. 

She began to rub her stiffened finger gently back and forth over the swollen 
little nub of her clit. It felt so good, so damned good. Her pussy was 
creaming like mad now, and she knew it would take only a few seconds to 
bring herself off. Then perhaps she would be free of her terrible nagging 
need, at least for a little while. 

Curt watched about half of "Gunsmoke" but couldn't keep his mind on the 
plot. He was bored and lonely and miserable. He wished now that he hadn't 
been so brusque with Liz. Really, she was a nice lady, and he would have 
liked her company. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe she hadn't gone to bed 
yet, and they could play some cards or a game of Monopoly. He just didn't 
want to be alone with his thoughts, not tonight. He could imagine his mother 
and Kris in some hotel, in bed, Kris working his big prick in and out of 
Mona's welcoming body. The thought was unbearable. Curt got up and turned 
off the TV set and started down the hall toward his stepsister's bedroom. 

Outside the door, just about to knock, he stopped and listened. He heard 
strange noises coming from Liz' room, familiar noises. Slowly the boy 
flushed beet red. Jesus Christ, was that all anybody ever did around this 
house? From behind Liz' door came the same noises he'd heard from the closet 
that afternoon, the wet sucking and slurping, the little moans and sighs. 
For a moment Curt felt utterly miserable and abandoned. Liz had promised to 
keep him company, and now she had a man in her room. Then he realized 
something; he hadn't heard a man's voice. There were plenty of weird noises 
coming from the room, but masculine tones weren't among them. 

Consumed with curiosity, Curt knelt and peered through the keyhole. He got 
even redder. He had a good view of the bed, and on it Liz lay with her 
nightgown pulled up to her waist, doing something to herself with her hand. 
He saw her finger rubbing back and forth over the dark fur patch of her 
crotch, and he saw thick juices running steadily from the bright red tissues 
between her legs. Her eyes were rolling wildly, and she had a look of 
idiotic bliss on her face. She was licking her lips and moaning steadily as 
she rubbed herself. 

Curt figured out that Liz was frigging herself, although he didn't 
understand how girls could do that, since they had no cock. This wasn't his 
chief concern, however. It was his first sight of a naked woman, and that 
was all he could think of. He'd seen Mona occasionally in her bra and 
panties, but she'd always been careful never to let him catch her naked. 
He'd developed a burning curiosity to know just how women looked between 
their legs, and now at last he had a chance to find out. He had to admit 
that it was pretty strange looking, but somehow lovely. He liked the dainty 
black heart-shaped patch of fur in Liz' crotch, and it excited him to gawk 
at the mysterious shining scarlet flesh between her legs. He wondered what 
all that strange stuff was for. He'd had sex education classes in school, 
but they hadn't seemed terribly interesting, and he didn't remember much of 
what he'd been taught. He knew only one basic fact of sex, that to "fuck," a 
guy put his cock somewhere between a girl's legs, in what the older boys 
called her "cunt." They told him this was a lot of fun, the most fun in the 
world. Curt hadn't believed them till today, when he overheard his mother in 
the closet with Kris. 

He watched Liz intently through the keyhole. Liz was certainly having a lot 
of fun, but according to the definitions he'd heard, she wasn't fucking. 
That wasn't possible without a partner. Okay, so she was jerking off, only 
she had no cock, nothing to jerk off. It was all very puzzling. As he 
watched her, her breathing got very loud and fast, and her whole body became 
flushed and mottled. She began to arch her back, stiffening her body as she 
rubbed herself between the legs. More and more juice spat from the 
mysterious opening at her center. Her finger flew faster and faster over the 
scarlet glistening flesh. 

"Oooooo, God," whimpered Liz. "OOOOOO!" 

Her excitement was catching. Curt felt a strange arousal, just as he'd had 
that afternoon, the tingling and swelling of his balls, and then the 
hardening and lengthening of his cock. Not taking his eyes off Liz, he 
fumbled inside the fly of his pajamas and brought out his stiffened 
half-grown prick. He began to rub it like he'd done in the John while 
listening to Mona and Kris. It felt great, but somehow it wasn't quite as 
satisfying as it had been before. Curt found himself wanting more than just 
the lonely action of his own hand. He gawked at the puffy slick red flesh 
between Liz' legs and imagined how wet and hot it would be, how good it 
would feel to rub his aching peter there. Yes, he would like very much to 
fuck Liz, to experience that supreme pleasure the older boys had told him 
about. Of course it was an impossible dream. Liz was a grown woman, and 
she'd probably laugh at the idea of doing it with a little kid. On the other 
hand, she was alone. She obviously needed a man. That was the catch-a man. 
Curt was only thirteen, and miserably he doubted that Liz would think of him 
as a man. It was so unfair, so senseless. He'd be glad to do it to her, if 
she'd only let him. 

Liz was moaning and whimpering steadily now, and the more excited she got, 
the faster Curt rubbed his swollen little dick. Since this afternoon he knew 
how it felt to "cum," knew that his stuff would shoot out and that he'd 
experienced dizzying pleasure when it happened. How did girls feel? Did they 
"cum," too? Apparently something like that happened to them, or so he'd 
thought when listening to his mother. However girls had no stuff to shoot, 
no cock to shoot it with. Curt found it hard to understand how they could 
achieve a climax without the necessary equipment. 

Hoping to have his question answered, he leaned closer to the keyhole, his 
whole body resting against the door, to get the best possible view of Liz 
while she frigged herself. The door wasn't quite latched, however, and as 
Curt put his whole weight against it, it suddenly popped open. He lost his 
balance and went tumbling into the room. He landed on his back, and from the 
open fly of his pajamas, his immature cock poked out, standing up stiff and 
straight and white, unmistakable. 

Liz sat up and gawked at him, and Curt turned beet red. 

"CURT!" she said. "What in the world?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Liz wanted to die on the spot. It was clear that the boy had been watching 
her through the keyhole, that he'd seen her masturbating. Never in her life 
had she known such humiliation. She felt shame and shock. She was about to 
burst into tears and beg him never to tell anyone what he'd seen-when she 
suddenly noticed his little hard-on. God, not only had he been spying on 
her, he'd been frigging himself as well. Liz felt the urge to laugh. Really, 
Curt was just as guilty as she was, and there was no reason for her to be 
ashamed. In fact, the boy looked far more embarrassed than she was. 

"Curt, what in the world were you doing?" she said. 

Curt blushed even redder, if that was possible. "Uh, uh," he stammered, "uh, 
I was coming to see if you wanted to play cards or something and then I 
heard this strange noise, so I looked through the keyhole, and uh, uhh...." 
He trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. 

Liz permitted herself a little grin. So the sight of her had turned the kid 
on? That was funny. She hadn't known he was old enough to feel that way, to 
get sexually aroused. She tugged down her nightgown, covering herself, and 
walked over to him. 

"Please, Liz," he said, frozen with fright and guilt, "don't punish me. 
Don't tell Mom and Kris what I did." 

"Oh, don't be silly," said Liz, extending a hand to help him up. "I'm not 
going to gell anybody." 

"You're not?" Curt said wonderingly. 

"No, of course not," she said. "What you did wasn't so terrible." 

"But I spied on you," said Curt. "And I-I was playing with myself. They told 
us at school that's a terrible thing to do, playing with yourself. They said 
it can stunt your growth and drive you crazy." 

"Bullshit," said Liz. "That's all lies. They only tell you that because they 
want to do it themselves, only they're too ashamed to admit it. They're 
jealous of anybody who does it openly. I mean, think about it, Curt. I was 
doing it, too. Would I be doing it if I thought it would harm me?" 

Curt looked at her in wonder. "No, I guess not. But why do people do it?" 

Liz laughed. "That's an easy question to answer. You can answer it yourself. 
Why were YOU doing it?" 

Curt blushed. "Because it feels good." 

Exactly," said Liz. "That's why I was doing it, too, because it feels good. 
There's no harm in that." 

By this time they had strolled over to the bed and were sitting side by side 
on the edge. Because of Liz' frankness and friendly manner, Curt was feeling 
much more at ease, and now he dared to ask a question. "Liz, there's 
something I don't understand. When girls do it, do they cum?" 

She smiled at his innocence. "Of course they cum. Why else would they do 
it?" 

"Yeah," said Curt, "but I don't understand how they cum. They don't have 
cocks and they don't shoot any stuff, so how can they cum?" 

Liz sighed. The kid really had a lot to learn. "You don't need a cock to 
cum," she said patiently, "and you don't have to shoot any stuff. AH you 
need is a special part of your body, with special nerve endings, that can 
make you cum if it's stimulated. In a boy, it's his cock. In a girl, it's 
her clitoris." 

"Clitoris?" said Curt, learning the strange word. "What's that? And where is 
it? Is it anything like a cock?" He hoped he wasn't being too forward, that 
she wouldn't get angry. 

To his relief, she smiled and patted his shoulder. "My goodness, don't they 
teach you any of this in school? I thought in these modern days they had sex 
education classes." 

"Oh, they do," said Curt, "but it was pretty boring. I mean, it was taught 
by this old guy named Mr. Grimble, and he mumbled a lot, so you could hardly 
understand him, and he never let us ask questions. I didn't pay much 
attention, to tell you the truth." 

Liz found the situation more and more humorous. She was enjoying her role as 
teacher, too. "I see," she said. "Well, under the circumstances, I can't say 
I blame you. You've got to give this Mr. Grimble credit, though-it must take 
a particular talent to make sex education boring." 

"Oh, he made everything boring," Curt said innocently. 

"I'll bet," said Liz. "But to get back to your question, the clitoris is 
kind of like a tiny cock, and it's between a girl's legs, just about where 
your cock is." 

The next question was logical, but Curt hardly dared to ask it. He said 
timidly, "Please, Liz, could I see your clitoris?" 

Liz blushed. A lecture on sex was one thing, a demonstration another. She 
didn't think Mona would be too pleased if she knew about it. However, Liz 
conceded that it was her own fault Curt had asked the question. She'd led 
him up to it, and she supposed she really ought to satisfy his curiosity. 
Looking couldn't hurt. It wouldn't be as though she were seducing him. "Very 
well, Curt," she said, lifting her nightgown. 

Curt nearly fell off the bed, bending to get a close look at Liz' luxuriant 
patch of black pussy fur. It really was awfully pretty, and he guessed that 
if he touched it, it would be silky and soft. 

Touching would be going too far, though. Liz had only asked him to look. He 
waited, his heart pounding, and watched while Liz parted the thickly furred 
lips of her mons. He saw a tiny red shaft of flesh, stiff and glistening 
with her juices. "That's the clitoris," she said. "Commonly called the 
clit." 

"That's where you were touching yourself?" he said shyly. 

Liz blushed but replied, "Yes. It gives me the same pleasure as when you rub 
your cock." She found it difficult to keep her voice steady. Just having 
Curt look at her clit was making her very excited. She wasn't sure why it 
should excite her so much. Perhaps it was because she'd been so close to 
orgasm when he tumbled into the room. She'd been cheated of her release, and 
her body ached with frustration and need. Curt was only thirteen, true, but 
he was male, and even the closeness of a male was sufficient to make her 
wildly horny. 

Curt stared at the tiny red button of flesh. He knew from his spying at the 
keyhole that it gave Liz enormous pleasure to touch herself there. If he 
touched her there, if he gave her the same dizzying fun, then perhaps they 
could go on to even more exciting games. He hardly dared hope for it, but he 
wanted very much to try. He kept thinking enviously of the fun Mona and Kris 
had had in the closet. Why couldn't he and Liz do the same thing? It would 
be only fair. Licking his lips, gathering his courage, Curt quickly reached 
out, placed his fingertip on Liz' shining little clit, and rubbed it gently. 

"CURT!" Her voice was a hoarse moan. To Curt's surprise, she fell back on 
the bed, opening her legs wide for him. He quickly recovered himself and 
went on rubbing her moist little clit. It had even better results than he'd 
expected. Liz seemed drugged with delight, unable to protest or resist what 
he was doing to her. The more he rubbed her, the wider she opened her legs, 
and he felt hot juices pooling around his finger. Liz' eyes rolled wildly, 
and she whined and panted and rubbed her steaming pussy eagerly against his 
finger. "Ohhh," she said, "so good, so good...." 

My God, thought Liz, what am I doing? 

She was hard up, she didn't mind admitting that, but she hadn't realized she 
was this bad off. To let a thirteen-year-old boy frig her-that was going a 
little too far. She struggled with herself, tried to summon the will to make 
him stop, but she needed it too badly. She felt ashamed and guilty, but, 
damn it all, she had to have it. She wondered what the poor kid must think 
of her. 

What Curt thought was that Liz was beautiful, and he wanted to touch and 
explore every bit of her luscious female body. He was glad he'd discovered 
the key to her pleasure, because he would be able to use that knowledge to 
overcome her resistance. He went on rubbing her wet stiff little bud, and 
with his free hand he raised her nightgown up over her huge tits. The sight 
was so breathtaking that he forgot to go on frigging her. 

He stopped still and stared, seeing naked breasts for the first time in his 
life. They were much bigger than any tits he'd ever encountered before. They 
were beautiful, like great pale firm melons. He stared for a moment, and 
then with a gasp of excitement, he planted his hands on the big quivering 
globes of flesh. They were soft and warm to his touch. Curt scrambled closer 
and began to kiss and lick her big tits. He didn't know what prompted him to 
do it, only that it was fun. 

Again Liz tried to rise out of her mesmerized state, but she found she just 
couldn't bear to do it. It'd been so long since any man had played with her 
tits, and it felt so good. She lay there gurgling and moaning while Curt 
completed his exploration, cupping and testing her big fleshy globes, 
rubbing the nipples, licking and tasting the firm flesh. 

"Jeez," he said at last, "you've sure got swell knockers, Liz." 

"Thank you, Curt," she said, blushing. 

The boy suddenly slipped off the bed, kneeling between her legs. "I want to 
look down here, too," he said eagerly. 

Liz felt his warm moist breath on her delicate parts, then the delicious 
tickle of his exploring fingers. It was no use trying to resist. It felt too 
good. She lay there limp and submissive, letting him part the tender pink 
folds of her labia, letting him poke and rub and explore her in the most 
sensitive places. He seized a labial fold and ran his fingers over the slick 
swollen flesh. "What's this?" he said. 

Liz' voice came out in a horny croak. "That's called the labia," she said. 
"It protects the vagina." 

"Vagina?" said Curt. 

"That's the technical name," said Liz. "Probably you've heard it called the 
cunt." 

"Oh, yeah," said Curt excitedly. "I've heard of that. That's where a guy's 
supposed to put his cock. I'd really like to see your cunt, Liz. Could you 
show me where it is?" 

Really, that was going too far. Mona would be horrified if she walked in on 
this scene, if she found her little boy with his head between Liz' legs, 
asking for a look at her cunt. Yet why hold back this final bit of 
knowledge? He'd seen everything else. Liz couldn't justify the hypocrisy of 
denying him. 

"All right, Curt," she said. "Separate the labia with your fingers, and 
you'll see a little hole. That's my vagina, my cunt." 

Curt did as instructed, separating the thick lush labia, and there was a 
shadowy little valley with a dark slit at the bottom. Burning with 
curiosity, he poked his finger into it. Liz gasped and, thinking he'd been 
too rough, he moved his finger very gently into the little hole till he'd 
penetrated as far as he could, clear to his last knuckle. It was very wet 
and hot and clinging in there. He could well understand why a guy would want 
to get his stiff aching peter into that delicious tight sheath. It would 
feel great. 

Liz clenched her teeth to keep from screaming her intense pleasure. She 
hadn't realized till now just how badly she needed something in her cunt. 
Even Curt's stiff little finger was driving her wild. "Curt, darling," she 
said hoarsely, "would you do something for me? Move your finger in and out 
of my cunt for awhile. Do it fast, and keep your finger very stiff." 

"Sure, Liz," he said. 

He did as she asked, making his finger rigid and working it swiftly in and 
out of her little hole. As he did it, she began to moan loudly, and he felt 
her powerful vaginal muscles gripping and tugging at his finger. Her red-hot 
cream flooded out to soak his finger and wet his hand. He could tell that he 
was giving Liz intense pleasure, and he was very glad of that. A question 
soon occurred to him, however. 

"Liz," he said, "wouldn't it feel even better if I did this with my cock? My 
cock's bigger. I mean, couldn't we fuck?" 

Liz sat up, jerking away from his impaling finger, her face pale with shock. 
" 'Fuck'?" she said. "Where did you learn about that?" 

Curt was cursing himself for having scared her off, for being too abrupt. He 
replied soothingly, "Aw, I heard the older boys say it." 

"And you know what it means?" said Liz. 

"Yeah, I think so," said Curt. "It means when a guy puts his cock in a 
girl's cunt. The older boys said it's the most fun in the whole world." 

And they were right, Liz thought dismally. She'd been shocked and insulted 
when Curt asked to fuck her, but now that she thought about it, she wanted 
it desperately. God, she needed it. It would be so easy just to say yes, to 
let him stuff that hard little poker into her and give her the good hard 
fucking she craved. She knew she wouldn't do it, though. It really would be 
too much. 

She'd promised to babysit this kid, not seduce him. It almost broke her 
heart to deny herself the thing she needed most in the world, but she still 
had some conscience left. She wasn't going to be responsible for deflowering 
her own teen-aged step-brother. 

"Well, Curt," she said gently, "it's true that fucking is a lot of fun, but 
I think you're just a little too young for it. When you get older, you can 
do it with girls your own age." 

"But that's silly," said Curt, his young face miserable with disappointment. 
"Why can't I do it with you, Liz, right now? I want to and you want to, so 
what else matters? It wouldn't hurt anything." 

Liz thought quickly. The kid was right, of course. Fucking made all the 
sense in the world right now. They both needed it, and no one else would be 
involved. If Curt ever told Kris and Mona, however, she didn't think she 
could withstand the shame of it. Surely they'd think she was a nymphomaniac, 
a pervert, that she couldn't keep her hands off a mere boy. Seeing the 
intense disappointment on Curt's face, his nearness to tears of frustration 
and anger, she knew she'd have to distract him somehow, to get his mind on 
something else besides fucking her. 

She grinned and rumpled his hair. "Let's not fight," she said. "I want us to 
be friends, to go on having fun. I have an idea. You got to look at me, so 
now it's my turn to look at you. Quick, out of your pajamas, Curt." 

Curt blushed deeply. The only woman who'd ever seen him naked was his 
mother. However, Liz was right. It was only fair that she get to look at his 
body, since he'd looked at hers. Blushing and avoiding her eyes, he stumbled 
out of his pajamas. 

"Now lie down on the bed," said Liz. "On your back." 

Curt felt very embarrassed, but he obeyed. He kept his eyes closed, too 
ashamed to meet Liz' glance. He waited, and then he felt her grasping his 
ankles and pulling him gently towards the edge of the bed, till his buttocks 
almost touched the side. He guessed that she was kneeling on the floor for a 
better look. She separated his legs, and then he felt the soft tickle of her 
hair as she took her place between his thighs. Oh, Jesus, she really had a 
good view now. Curt writhed with embarrassment. He wished with all his heart 
that he was older, a grown-up, so he could be proud of the size of his cock. 
Now Liz would see that he was just a kid, she couldn't possibly be impressed 
with his half-grown equipment. 

Curt was wrong. Liz found his immature cock and balls so beautiful that she 
could hardly breathe. He was completely hairless except for a fine golden 
down on his lower belly, and his sweet little prick and small rosy balls 
looked pure and incredibly handsome to her. Even the small pink bumpy anal 
mouth looked clean and unspoiled. His flaccid little testicles were wrinkled 
and blushing pink. His cock had lost its initial hardness and now dangled 
soft and floppy from his belly. It was milky white, laced with small faint 
blue veins. He wasn't circumcised, and the tip of his small penis ended in a 
funny wrinkled point. 

Liz felt an overpowering urge to touch him, to play with him, and hot saliva 
pooled in her mouth as she thought of moving her face closer to his cute 
little prick, perhaps getting a taste of it. The temptation was very strong. 
She'd always loved to suck cock, but it had been a long time since she'd had 
the chance. Her puritanical husband had never permitted her to do it to him, 
saying it was evil and perverse. She didn't believe that, but she hesitated. 
She'd only planned to look, not to touch. 

Well, a little touching wouldn't hurt. It wasn't as if she were seducing the 
kid. He'd touched her, so she had the right to reciprocate. With trembling 
hands she reached out and cupped his soft warm testicles. They were 
delicious to touch. She squeezed them gently and felt the hard round core. 
Curt gasped, then sighed. She began to pump his little rosy balls with great 
tenderness, steadily and insistently. 

"Oh, jeez, that feels great," said Curt dizzily. 

Never had he felt such sweet pleasure. Liz' hands were soft and dry, gentle 
but expert. He breathed slowly, almost in a trance, as she kneaded his 
balls. Christ, it felt good. He wished she'd never stop. To his delight, she 
kept on doing it for some time, and he felt her quick warm breath on his 
cock, another keen pleasure. Gradually the now-familiar arousal built up in 
him, and in the palms of her hands he felt his balls swelling up hard and 
hot, filling tightly with his cum. Then his cock began to twitch and 
lengthen and grow stiff. It felt bigger than it had ever been before. He was 
glad of that. Perhaps Liz would be more impressed now that his peter had 
grown bigger. 

"Impressed" wasn't quite the word for Liz' reaction. As she felt his little 
balls swelling up in her hands, growing plump and hot, she felt very 
excited, and her pussy began to cream heavily. Before her eyes she saw 
Curt's adorable little penis twitching eagerly, then rising up to point at 
the ceiling, stiff and swollen, the blue veins standing out much more 
vividly than in the flaccid state. Her first impulse was to straddle the 
boy, to jam her soaked, aching pussy down on that cute little erection, to 
fuck him silly. She rejected the idea, however. Obviously Curt was a virgin, 
and she couldn't bring herself to deflower a mere boy. She'd have to find 
some other way to enjoy him. Licking her lips, trying to contain her hot 
excitement, she let go of his now stiffened balls and curled her fingers 
around the stiff little shaft of his cock. The boy trembled and sighed. 
Impulsively she seized his soft wrinkled foreskin and gently tugged it 
downward, gradually revealing the cherry red head. She found it much 
prettier than the bloated purple of the adult male. There was a tiny dark 
hole at the tip, and as she teasingly worked the foreskin back, a little 
pearly bubble of juice trickled out of the hole. Liz just couldn't resist. 
She shot out her tongue and licked up the tiny droplet. It tasted very good, 
light and salty. 

"Oh, wow," said Curt, "that felt good, Liz. Please, do it again." 

She hesitated only a moment. She knew it was wrong, but she just had to get 
another taste of his boy juices. Salivating heavily, unable to stop herself, 
Liz began to swish her hot wet tongue up and down the stiff length of his 
cute pale little cock, licking him hungrily. Curt seemed to go wild with 
pleasure. He whinnied like a colt and began bucking his hips, seeking more 
friction from her busy tongue. "Oh, yeah, YEAH," he said, "keep doing it. 
That's great!" 

She would have kept doing it even without his request. She couldn't seem to 
stop herself. She licked every inch of his small erect penis, and then she 
moved lower to lap and tongue his stiff little rosy balls. He liked that 
even better, squealing and howling his pleasure. His excitement aroused Liz 
to even greater lust. Flinging his slim legs up over her shoulders, she 
burrowed between them, flicking his bumpy anal mouth with the stiff wet tip 
of her tongue. Curt almost fainted with pleasure when she did that. He 
hadn't realized that his asshole was a source of good feelings. Hungrily Liz 
wormed her stiff tonguetip into the tightly clenched mouth of his anus, and 
as Curt felt her doing it, he relaxed his sphincter muscles so she could get 
her tongue inside. Delicious heat shot up his rectum as Liz' tongue greedily 
inched up into his pungent nether hole. He was going wild with joy. It felt 
so good to be reamed and licked there, he thought he might shoot his wad. It 
wouldn't be nice to do it in Liz' face, though, and he managed to hold off, 
whimpering and clawing the sheets as her busy tongue sank fully into his 
asshole and reamed him clean. 

Trembling with lust, Liz sucked loudly at his cute little bumhole, and only 
when she'd gotten the last of his pungent taste did she remove her tongue. 
She snaked it wetly between his legs, tickling his tight little balls, 
swishing and licking rapidly up the hard little pole of his boyish cock. 
More juice was bubbling from the dark little hole at the head of his prick, 
and she lapped it up greedily and swallowed it. It wasn't enough to satisfy 
her, however. She wanted a whole mouthful of his delicious juice, and there 
was only one way to get that. She knew it was wrong, knew she'd be ashamed 
of herself later, but she just had to eat his cock. 

Curt gasped with dizzying pleasure as Liz sucked his aching meat into the 
wet furnace of her mouth. She was able to take all of it inside, and then 
she drew in her cheeks sharply, creating a tight, juicy nest for his eager 
little prick. She began to suck his cock as if she was starved for it. Curt 
squealed shrilly and started to buck his hips in time to her delicious 
sucking. Vaguely he recalled his older friends saying something about this 
practice, that some girls liked to suck cock, but he hadn't imagined that it 
could be any fun-until now. It was the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt in 
his life. He prayed she wouldn't stop. 

Liz was just as excited as Curt. She loved sucking cock, always had, but 
never had she eaten one so perfectly suited to the dimensions of her mouth. 
Sucking grown-up cock was fun, but her lips always ached afterwards from the 
tight stretching they took, and sometimes she would gag when a long penis 
got out of control and rammed her throat. She didn't have those problems 
with Curt's half-grown dick. She could suck it forever without discomfort, 
and she could take all of it in. Best of all, it tasted sweet, much better 
than the strong-smelling adult model. She gurgled her pleasure as she sucked 
happily on his stiff little rod. 

Curt suddenly realized he was going to cum, that he simply could not hold it 
back any longer, that he was going to squirt his stuff into Liz' mouth. He 
was afraid she'd be angry. "Liz," he gasped, "I'm gonna shoot, you better 
let me go. I can't stop!" 

To his astonishment, Liz responded by tightening her lips around the swollen 
shaft of his cock, holding him so tightly that he couldn't get loose. Jesus, 
she WANTED him to cum in her mouth! He couldn't understand that at all, but 
if that's what she wanted, it was more than okay with him. Letting himself 
go completely, Curt followed his instincts and began to ram his taut boyish 
belly against her face, pumping his pelvis furiously, feeding her his aching 
little dick in short humping jabs. He heard Liz gurgling encouragement, and 
he gave a little shriek of joy as he felt the tight clenching and pumping of 
his balls, felt the burning discharge of cum from the tip of his cock. He 
couldn't seem to stop. 

"Aaaggghh, YEAH," he whined. "Yeah, YEAH!" 

He pumped load after load of boyish cum into her mouth, and he felt her 
licking it up, rolling it around on her tongue, tasting it, and then 
swallowing it hungrily, as if she couldn't get enough of it. It felt so 
good, he lost consciousness, and the next thing he knew, his peter was 
drained and limp in her mouth, and Liz was sucking it like crazy, trying to 
get one more drop of his cum. At last she sighed and let his flaccid meat 
slip from her lips. 

"Oh, wow! Thank you, Liz," he said dizzily. "You're welcome, darling," she 
said in a husky voice. 

Curt was exhausted with pleasure, and he fell asleep almost at once. Liz sat 
there looking at him, feeling intense affection for him, but also 
experiencing shame and guilt. Now that the excitement was over, she knew 
what a wicked thing she'd done. She'd taken an innocent boy, almost a child, 
and introduced him to a sophisticated sexual act far beyond his years. It 
might almost have been better if she'd fucked him. How would it affect his 
future development, to have had a blow-job from a woman old enough to be his 
mother?" 

Liz sighed deeply. The damage was done now, and there was no sense in 
kicking herself about it. Tomorrow, when they were both rested and 
clear-headed, she'd have to explain to him that what they'd done was wrong 
and that they could never do it again. For now, she'd let him sleep. She 
hadn't the strength to argue. There was still the matter of her unsatisfied 
need, too. She was almost in pain from horniness. It had been wonderful fun 
sucking him off, but it hadn't given her the orgasm she so desperately 
needed. She'd have to take care of that now. 

Mournfully Liz stretched out beside the sleeping boy and began to rub her 
clit. She glanced wistfully at his limp little cock. She could have used 
that erection of his. Frigging herself wasn't going to be nearly as much 
fun. She'd have to be quiet about it, too, so as not to wake Curt. Damn it 
all, if only she could have a man.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next day Liz had her talk with Curt, telling the boy that their fun 
couldn't continue. Curt remained silent and sullen from that time on, and 
Liz felt terrible about it. Yet what else could she have done? The boy was 
her responsibility, she had to do what was right for him-and that didn't 
include a lot of kinky sex play with his stepsister. At last Kris and Mona 
returned from their honeymoon. Liz was delighted to see them. Not only would 
they take over the burden of Curt, but she was free at last to get out of 
the house and get on with the urgent business of finding a lover. 

Unfortunately, her freedom was delayed again. Mona and Kris gave her a brief 
hello and then disappeared into their bedroom, hardly able to keep their 
hands off each other. Liz couldn't very well leave the house under the 
circumstances. Curt, who hadn't come downstairs to greet them, might very 
well wander into their room. Liz would have to stay and distract him till 
they finished making love. For the first time she began to feel some 
resentment and anger against her father and his new bride. They were asking 
too much of her, never even considering that she might have needs of her 
own. 

Gloomily Liz mounted the stairs-trying to ignore the creaking of bedsprings 
and the frantic sighing and panting coming from Kris' room-and knocked at 
Curt's door. 

"Come in," he said sullenly. He glared when he saw Liz. 

"Curt," she said, "Mona and Kris are back. They're in their room now, uh, 
having a nap, but they'll be down for dinner. I just wanted you to know." 

"Great," he said sarcastically. 

"If you're bored or lonely, you can come downstairs and talk with me," said 
Liz. 

Curt reddened and said haughtily, "I can take care of myself. I don't need a 
babysitter." 

Liz sighed. She wished she could do something to overcome the boy's 
resentment of her and other adults. She knew how left out he felt. "Please, 
Curt," she said, "don't be this way. We all love you, and we want you to be 
happy. If only you'd open up to us-" 

Curt turned his back on her. "Leave me alone," he said. 

Liz left and went to her room, feeling sad and helpless. She wished she 
could do something to make Curt feel happy and wanted, but she didn't know 
what it would be. Really, that was Mona's problem-if Mona could haul herself 
out of Kris' bed long enough to do her duty as a mother. 

Mona lay naked on the bed, displaying herself to Kris' eager eyes without 
shame. For the hundredth time she marveled at the powerful attraction 
between her and her new husband. It seemed as if they simply couldn't get 
enough of each other. Their honeymoon had been one long lovemaking session, 
and they'd only gotten out of bed long enough to eat once or twice a day. 
Now they were home, and the feeling persisted. They probably should have 
said hello to Curt, probably should have lingered longer with Liz to express 
their thanks for her help-but they knew, without telling each other, that 
they just had to have one more fuck. During the drive home, they'd both 
gotten unbearably horny, and it couldn't wait, not for Curt, not for Liz, 
not for anything. 

Kris almost tripped getting out of his pants, because he couldn't take his 
eyes off Mona long enough to watch what he was doing. He laughed and tossed 
his pants over a chair, hurrying to the bed where she lay waiting for him, a 
sensual smile on her lovely face. Her eyes darted to his long erect cock, 
urgent and hungry. Again she thought how incredibly lucky she was to have 
this man for a husband. Not only was he superb in bed, he had the biggest 
cock she'd ever seen. Mona was just the girl to appreciate it. After twelve 
years without a man, she had a lot of time to make up for. 

Kris stretched out beside her and put his hand confidently on the fluffy 
golden hair of her mons. His finger eased through the fur and began rubbing 
her clit playfully. Mona sighed and opened her legs very wide for him. "Is 
that pussy of yours hungry again?" he said teasingly. "Starved," said Mona. 

She was amazed at herself. During her first marriage she'd been so modest 
and prudish. She'd enjoyed it very much when her husband made love to her, 
but she'd believed that "decent" girls didn't show their passion. She always 
kept her nightgown on and had lain there quietly while he did it to her, 
stifling her cries of joy when she came. She knew now that she'd been 
terribly inhibited. With Kris, her modesty and inhibitions were fading 
rapidly. In just a week he'd taught her to appear naked before him without 
shame, taught her to make all the noises she wanted when he balled her, to 
tell him without embarrassment how it felt and what she liked. Mona was very 
grateful to him for this. She felt free and happy. She knew her training 
wasn't complete, however. 

There were many other things he wanted her to do, but so far she'd been too 
shy and repressed. She wanted to do these things for him, but it wasn't 
easy. After all, she'd been raised to believe that sex was wicked, that good 
girls don't like it. It would take more than a week for Kris to reverse 
everything her strict and puritanical parents had taught her. She prayed he 
would be patient with her till she learned. 

"You like this, don't you?" he said, grinning as he rubbed her small wet 
clit expertly. 

"Umm," said Mona, "love it." She blushed a little at her own boldness, but 
she'd told the truth, and that was what he insisted on. She must never hide 
her feelings, he said. 

"How about this?" Kris slipped his finger between the slick plump folds of 
her labia, found the moist mouth of her cunt, and slid his finger inside, 
pumping it teasingly. 

"Ohhh, God," said Mona, writhing joyfully. "That's wonderful, darling. You 
do such nice things to me." 

"Good," said Kris. "Now how about doing something for me?" 

"Of course, darling," she said eagerly. "Whatever you want." 

Kris rolled away from her, onto his back. "Let's try it again," he said. 
"You know. Maybe you can do it this time." 

Mona blushed and trembled. During their honeymoon, Kris had wanted her to 
take his penis in her mouth and suck it. Mona hadn't been able to bring 
herself to do it. 

Tearfully she'd explained to Kris that it just seemed too wicked to her-even 
her first husband had told her that only prostitutes did such a thing. Kris 
had been patient. He hadn't forced her to do it, saying that in time she'd 
conquer her inhibitions, that there was really nothing evil about eating 
cock. In principle she agreed with him. She agreed that if something felt 
good, they ought to do it. She also loved Kris deeply and wanted to please 
him. Damn it, she thought, you've got to do it this time. He's been so good 
to you. 

Kris lay there waiting, his huge prick standing up stiffly from his belly, 
pale and bloated. Determinedly, Mona moved over to kneel beside him. Up 
close, his cock really seemed gigantic to her, menacingly fat and hard. 
Gingerly she reached out and clutched it with both hands, curling her 
trembling fingers around it. The heavy meat throbbed hot and moist under her 
fingers. Again she heard her mother's shrill voice from somewhere deep in 
her conscience: "Don't ever touch a boy there. It's evil." 

But I'm not going to touch him, Mona thought wickedly, I'm going to EAT him. 
Pleased with her rebellious little joke, she grinned at Kris, then bent 
lower to kiss the long pale shaft of his prick. 

"That's my girl," he said huskily. "You can do it. Move up this way just a 
little, sweetheart, so I can play with those gorgeous boobs." 

Mona blushed at the compliment but quickly obeyed. With Kris' firm big hands 
playing lightly over her breasts, she felt more at ease. It was now or 
never, she decided. Her man wanted his cock sucked, and, by God, she was 
going to do it. She wouldn't be a coward this time. Kris was right. In bed, 
two people should do whatever pleases them. 

Fortified by these arguments, Mona dipped her shining blonde head and placed 
the tip of her tongue on the big moist purple glans of his cock. The taste 
was strong and salty, and as her hot little tonguetip caressed the most 
sensitive part of him, Kris moaned happily. Sticky juice began to bubble 
from the head of his cock, and Mona dutifully lapped it up and swallowed it. 
That part wasn't so bad, not nearly as bad as she'd expected. In fact, it 
was fun in a naughty way. However, it was only a preliminary to her real 
task. Could she really take that monstrous thing into her mouth? 

"You're doing just fine, baby," said Kris. "Go ahead now. Don't be afraid." 

Mona was touched by his patience. What right had she to hold out on him? He 
was a wonderful, kind man, and he'd given a new home to her and Curt. Again 
from her conscience she heard her mother's voice: "Men have bestial urges, 
but a good woman doesn't enjoy them. She does her duty, but she doesn't do 
anything unnatural." 

What could be more natural, however, than to please the man you love? Mona 
opened her mouth, placed her lips gently around the creaming head of Kris' 
huge penis, and slowly went down on him, letting his thick meat slide 
gradually into her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," said Kris, flushing with pleasure. "That's it, that's what 
I want." 

For a moment Mona thought she would gag. His prick was just too big for her 
small mouth, stretching her lips painfully, threatening to stuff the back of 
her throat. The taste was strong and strange on her tongue. She fought her 
panic, however, and continued to take him in till she had half the great 
length of his prick. That was all she could manage. Even then the juicing 
head touched her throat. She looked apologetically at Kris. 

He grinned. "I know, that's as much as you can get in, unless you're a sword 
swallower. That's fine, Mona, just fine. Now suck it for me, sweetheart." 

She began to suck the thick heavy meat which stuffed her mouth. At first it 
wasn't easy, because she was nervous and her lips were dry. She solved the 
problem by licking her lips, and then the great heavy prick seemed literally 
to fly in and out of her mouth in time to her industrious sucking. Still she 
wasn't sure she enjoyed it, not till she glanced at Kris and saw the look of 
utter bliss on his rugged face. If she could do that for him, then, by God, 
it was worth it. His arousal inflamed her, and she felt hot saliva pooling 
in her mouth, making her sucking all the easier and noisier. Mona found 
herself titillated by the loud slurping and sucking sounds she was making. 
She wondered what her poor old puritanical mother would say if she could see 
Mona now. 

Boldly she uncurled her fingers from his hard shaft and began to explore. 
She'd never played with his balls before, hardly even touched him there, and 
now seemed like the appropriate time. Her fingers touched them lightly. The 
great silver-haired sacs were swollen up tight and hard with his cum, 
extremely taut and sensitive. Her lightest touch seemed to throw him into 
spasms of pleasure. 

"Yeah, baby, good," he said, his breath coming loudly. "But very, very 
carefully, okay?" 

Mona responded by applying a feathery tickle to the wiry-haired taut surface 
of his great testicles, and Kris gave an ecstatic moan. She was proud of 
herself for learning so fast. She wanted to do everything she could to 
please her man. Loudly, wetly, she sucked on his great thick cock, actually 
enjoying it now that her lips had become accustomed to the tight fit. She 
felt Kris' big hands fumbling over her body, caressing her in a blind, 
frantic way. Suddenly he had a finger between the plump cheeks of her 
buttocks, tickling and probing. Mona thought little of it until he 
approached her bumpy anal mouth, and then a little shiver of surprise went 
over her. Did he intend to touch her THERE? 

Yes, the tip of his finger paused right on the clenched mouth of her anus, 
rubbing and teasing. Mona went beet red all over. She felt she'd been very 
liberal in her attitudes up to this point, but surely THAT was not a place 
for sex play. She wanted to protest-but she couldn't, not when her mouth was 
fully stuffed with cock. Blushing furiously, she. went on sucking Kris, but 
her attention was concentrated on her tight little anal hole where his 
finger remained, rubbing and rimming. Her conscience shrieked that it just 
wasn't right to touch a person there-and yet would Kris really do anything 
wrong? Wasn't he a good man? Mona felt confused and frightened. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kris briefly withdraw his finger, lick 
it, and return it to her anus. What in the world? Then she gave a startled 
gasp as she felt the wet tip of his finger wriggling into her tiny anal 
mouth. She almost leaped off the bed, barely managing to keep his cock in 
her mouth. She glanced at him in horror. He was grinning. 

"All part of the fun, baby," he said. "Just relax. Don't knock it till 
you've tried it." 

Mona's modesty was outraged, but for Kris' sake she struggled to keep still, 
to go on sucking his big thick cock, to let him have his wicked fun. She 
thought it was indecent, but she didn't want to create a scene. She felt the 
tip of his finger wedged into the clenched mouth of her anus, and then it 
began to wriggle upward, penetrating her rectum till he was in a good inch 
or so. She expected it to hurt. On the contrary, the deeper he got, the 
better it felt. Mona couldn't understand it. A feeling of sharp pleasure and 
excitement melted her loins, the same feeling she experienced when her 
vagina was penetrated. It didn't make sense, it was incredibly wicked, but 
damn it, it felt wonderful. 

Mona began to whimper her pleasure, working her butt up and down on the 
stiff impalement of his finger. Kris grinned knowingly at her. The more 
excited she got, the faster and harder she sucked his cock. Quickly he 
plunged his finger into her hot tight rectum as far as he could, and Mona's 
eyes spun crazily in her head. She gurgled her pleasure. My God, she 
thought, is there any trick this man doesn't know? He began to work his 
finger in her bumhole like a miniature cock, and to Mona's wonder, she found 
herself going crazy with lust, rising rapidly towards climax. 

Again the thought came to her that he shouldn't be touching her there, that 
it was perverse and nasty, but she no longer cared. All she knew was the 
incredible pleasure he was giving her. Furiously, adoringly, she sucked on 
his huge hot penis, submitting herself to him completely. 

After Liz left the room, Curt could have kicked himself. Why was he being 
such an asshole? Why was he so rude to everybody? He had no doubt that Liz 
was telling the truth, that they all cared about him and wanted him to be 
happy. He could also understand that they had a life of their own, that they 
couldn't spend every minute with him. He thought he could even understand 
Liz' hang-ups about having sex with him, although he didn't agree with her. 
So, having all this understanding, why did he have to act like a spoiled 
little kid? He knew if he kept it up, if he went on being sullen and 
hostile, nobody would like him at all. 

Curt sighed and left his room. The first thing was to go apologize to Liz. 
She'd tried to be nice to him, and all he'd done was snap at her. She 
deserved better than that. Then, at dinner, he must make every effort to be 
polite to Kris. The guy was his father now, and they'd have to live in the 
same house, so Curt might as well try to get along with him. He decided he'd 
even forgive his mother for getting married again. Women don't seem to be 
happy unless they're married, and he supposed Mona was no exception. 

Armed with all these good intentions, Curt started down the hall to Liz' 
room. To get there, he had to pass Kris and Mona's room, and somehow he 
wasn't surprised to hear familiar noises coming from behind the door. Sure, 
Liz had told him they were taking a nap, but he knew better. I won't be 
jealous, he thought. Instantly he was jealous. Also, he was curious. He'd 
heard them making love before, but he'd never seen them. It was wrong to spy 
on them, of course, but he just couldn't resist. Just one little peek, then 
he'd be on his way. 

Curt knelt before the keyhole and looked into the master bedroom. What he 
saw made him turn red from ears to toes. Jesus, he'd never heard of anything 
like this before. Mona was sucking Kris' cock like she hadn't eaten for a 
week, but what really shook him was to see Kris working a finger busily in 
and out of Mona's asshole-and Mona digging it. How could anybody enjoy a 
thing like that? 

Curt's young mind was also blasted by the first sight of his mother naked. 
He just couldn't help gawking. Christ, she was beautiful, just as beautiful 
as Liz. Her tits were big and bouncy and firm, her body amazingly lithe and 
slim. He envied Kris with all his heart. As he watched, Kris suddenly 
withdrew his finger from Mona's ass and gently lifted her head up from his 
fiercely rigid cock. 

"Beautiful," said Kris, "but if we don't make it right now, I'm gonna cum in 
your mouth." 

Mona was too worked up to say anything. Her face was red with lust, her eyes 
glowing. 

Shamelessly she threw one long leg over Kris' supine body, straddling him. 
She seized his engorged meat and began working it into the wet and ready 
little mouth of her cunt. 

It was in that moment that Curt got his first unobstructed view of his 
stepfather's penis. Holy cow, he hadn't believed they could grow that big. 
His eyes widened almost to the popping point, and his mouth hung open. 
Jesus, Kris' dong had to be almost a foot long, and it was enormously thick. 
Curt could have wept with envy and humiliation. Never, not in a million 
years, could he grow a cock that big. There was no way he could ever compete 
with Kris. The guy was a fucking giant, and no woman in her right mind would 
trade Kris for a puny little kid like Curt. 

Stunned, Curt watched his mother feverishly working her wet pussy on the 
engorged head of Kris' cock. He didn't see how she was going to take that 
giant rod inside her body, and yet she acted as if she couldn't wait to do 
that very thing. At last she got it in place, and with a loud wail of 
pleasure she went sliding down it. Kris seized her hips to steady her, and 
with a knowing grin he began to ball her in short rough strokes. Mona went 
wild with joy, shrieking and squealing as his huge prick worked deep in her 
mushy cunt. Her big tits bounced and flopped, her whole lovely body shook 
like jelly, as Kris gave it to her hard and fast. 

"Oh, my God," she wailed, "so GOOD! I LOVE IT!" 

Curt couldn't watch any more. He felt utterly demoralized and defeated. Kris 
had everything, and Curt knew he couldn't compete. He'd never be able to 
give his mother that kind of pleasure. It was no wonder Liz didn't want to 
make it with him, either, if that's how big a grown-up cock was. No, there 
seemed to be no place in this house for Curt. He was just a kid, left out of 
the adult fun. 

He was about to get up and return to his room-not having the heart to talk 
with Liz now-when something heavy and furry struck him, knocking him to the 
floor. Before he could cry out, his face was being licked by a big wet 
lolling tongue. He began to laugh-but softly, so as not to disturb Mona and 
Kris. 

"Speed," he said. "Hello, doggy." 

Speed was Kris' Dalmatian, a huge but friendly dog. Kris was so attached to 
the animal that he'd even taken it along on the honeymoon. Now, like Curt, 
the animal was feeling lonely and neglected. He licked Curt eagerly, happy 
to have human company again. 

"Okay, boy," said Curt, "take it easy. I'm glad you showed up. At least I 
have one friend in this house. Come on, let's go for a walk." 

The big dog followed Curt down the hall toward the stairs, wagging his tail. 
For a moment Curt felt happy again, having found a companion. Then, however, 
as they passed Liz' door, the dog stopped still, his hair standing on end. 
He began to sniff the air and to whine. Curt called to him, but the dog 
wouldn't budge from outside Liz' door. That figured-he knew Liz much better 
than he knew Curt. 

"Aw, come on, Speed," said Curt. "Let's go for a walk." 

Speed settled down in front of Liz' door, apparently determined to wait for 
her. Miserably, Curt continued down the stairs alone. Shit, he thought, even 
the dog doesn't want me. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Lying on her bed, bored and restless, Liz heard Curt and Speed coming down 
the hall. Her heart pounded. She hoped that Curt had decided to come talk to 
her after all, that he'd come into her room. Ever since having that serious 
talk with him, Liz had been tortured by lust for the boy. She knew it was 
wrong, but as the days passed and her sexual need mounted, she began to 
rationalize, to tell herself that it wasn't really so awful to be attracted 
to a thirteen year old. 

After all, he wasn't a child. He had the needs of a man, as she'd proved 
during their one session together. Why, then, shouldn't she take care of his 
needs? More urgent, why shouldn't he take care of hers? As long as no one 
else was involved, as long as no one was hurt, she really couldn't see any 
harm in it. 

The only trouble was, she just couldn't bring herself to go to the boy and 
blatantly proposition him. That would take more gall than she possessed. 

It was one thing to want him, quite another to seduce him. For days she 
prayed that Curt would be more insistent, that he'd demand a renewal of 
their fun, but she reckoned without the boy's pride and stubbornness. She'd 
rejected him, and he'd be damned if he'd make the first overtures. So Liz 
writhed lonely and horny in her bed every night, kicking herself for that 
stupid moralistic lecture she'd given him. This afternoon she was so lusty, 
so much in need of a man, that she could have screamed. When she heard Curt 
coming down the hall, talking to the dog, her pussy contracted violently 
with lust, growing red hot and soaked with her juices. She waited for Curt 
to knock at her door, planned the sensual smile she'd greet him with. She 
thought hungrily of that cute little prick of his. 

When Curt passed on by, she almost wept with frustration. Damn, damn it all, 
why hadn't he stopped? She hurried to the window, and in a moment she saw 
Curt coming out the front door of the house, his hands stuck deep in his 
pockets, his shoulders bent forward, the picture of loneliness and 
dejection. She would have raised the window and shouted to him to come back, 
only Kris and Mona would have heard. Miserably she stalked back to her bed 
and threw herself down on it. She was wearing only a thin negligee, and she 
slipped her hand inside the front opening and began to caress her body 
feverishly. Oh, God, she thought, I need a man! 

Only a few hours to go now, however. Surely Kris and Mona wouldn't ask her 
to stay in and babysit tonight. All she had to do was get through dinner 
with the family, and then she could telephone one of her old lovers. By nine 
o'clock, with any luck, she could be in bed with a man, feeling a stiff cock 
inside her. That wasn't so long to wait. So why, why couldn't she wait? Why 
was she starting to play with herself, why couldn't she keep her hands off 
her body? 

Liz gave up questioning herself. There was really no point in it. She was a 
normal woman, after all, and she had normal needs. With no man to take care 
of them, she'd just have to do it herself. It was as simple as that, nothing 
to kick herself about. In fact, it would make a lot of sense to bring 
herself off right now. Then she wouldn't squirm during dinner, she might 
actually be able to keep her cool until she got out of the house. She 
thought of Curt's innocent notion that masturbation stunts your growth. No 
way, baby, she thought with amusement. I've been doing it for years, and I'm 
a big healthy girl. 

Having quieted her conscience, Liz quickly slipped out of her negligee and 
tossed the garment aside. Lying naked on her back, she purred as she ran her 
hands over her body, admiring her own big beautiful tits, caressing the 
fluffy dark patch of her mons. She thought how stupid her husband had been 
not to take everything she offered, not to enjoy her superb body to the 
fullest. Well, that was his loss, and she wasn't going to think about him 
any more. She was going to find a man who appreciated her, a man with no 
stupid inhibitions, and then she was going to fuck him silly. She was ready 
right now. 

Dreamily, Liz slipped a finger between the fluffy plump lips of her mons and 
touched the moist button of her clit. God, it felt nice. Her husband had 
never touched her there-it was wicked, he said. Poor fool. He could have 
driven her up the walls with passion just by rubbing her clit. Liz stroked 
and circled the fat little bud, purring and cooing, and she felt her hot 
juices pooling out of her cunt to lubricate her vulva. Sighing, she spread 
her legs wide and began to stroke all her sensitive tissues, from anus 
through labia back to her hungry little clit. It felt marvelous, and her 
body tingled with pleasure. There was just one ingredient missing, the hard 
body of a man over her. Somehow it wasn't quite as much fun doing it alone. 
She missed the rough hairy embrace, the hot breath on her neck, the thrust 
of a taut belly against hers. Most of all, she missed cock. Her finger was 
good, but it was no substitute for the real thing. 

Well, she'd just have to be content with her finger. She'd bring herself off 
quickly, and that ought to hold her till tonight. Sighing, she began to rub 
her clit again, slowly and sensually at first, then with increasing speed 
and pressure. Her body flushed with arousal, the pace of her breathing 
increased, and her pussy juices flooded out to wet the bed beneath her. She 
began to whine and arch her body stiffly. It wouldn't take more than a few 
seconds now, she was so close to dimming. God, it felt wonderful. Electric 
jolts of pleasure coursed through her aroused body with each stroke of her 
finger. She started to wail as she came to the very edge of climax. 

Something hit her door with a crash. 

Liz shot off the bed. Her heart was pounding. What the hell was that noise? 
Cautiously she approached the door and listened. She heard quick panting, 
then the scrape of a claw on the door, then a low whine. 

Goddamn dog. Goddamn fucking dog! Of course she loved Speed, the faithful 
family pet, but of all the times to be interrupted! Jesus, she'd been a 
split second from cumming when the mutt threw himself against her door. She 
forced down her anger-no sense in taking it out on Speed, he didn't know any 
better. She opened the door. 

"All right, boy," she said gently. "You can come in." 

Speed leaped at her, almost knocking her down, and began to lick her face 
joyfully. They hadn't been together for almost a week, and Liz had to laugh 
at his eagerness. "Okay, boy," she said, "take it easy. Don't claw my tits." 

Standing with his forepaws on her shoulders, the Dalmation was nearly as 
tall as Liz. She laughed, seized his paws, and put him down. "Come on," she 
said. "You can lie on the bed, just like old times." 

Liz crawled onto the bed, and Speed bounded after her, whining happily. He 
was obviously glad to be home, back in familiar surroundings. Liz lay back 
on the pillows and looked affectionately at the dog. She would have liked 
very much to continue playing with herself, to achieve a desperately needed 
orgasm, but the presence of the dog somehow inhibited her. It was almost 
like being watched by another human being. 

"Damn it all, Speed," she said, "you sure chose the wrong moment." 

She reached out to pat his head, and Speed licked her hand. Yes, there was 
no point in being mad at Speed. He hadn't interrupted her on purpose, didn't 
realize how frustrated he'd made her. His doggy heart was full of love for 
her, and she knew that he'd protect her to the death. Liz stroked and patted 
his head, then lay back and closed her eyes. If she couldn't frig herself, 
at least she could catch a short nap before dinner. 

Speed watched his mistress, his moist brown eyes alert and curious. It 
hadn't been an easy week for the big dog. First there was that new woman in 
the house, the one his master seemed so attached to. Kris hardly had time 
for his dog any more, he was so busy with the woman. They'd taken Speed 
along on their trip, but that wasn't much consolation. The dog had spent 
most of the time whimpering outside their door while they made love, and 
he'd received only a few absentminded pats on the head from Kris. To make 
matters worse, there was something going on in their room that powerfully 
excited Speed, but they wouldn't let him in on it. He whined and begged to 
be let in, but his master seemed not to hear him. From behind the locked 
door Speed could hear noises which aroused his curiosity-panting, squealing, 
moaning. Strange and exciting smells came to him from under the door, smells 
which he soon identified as sexual. It was like being close to a bitch in 
heat but unable to get at her. The poor dog was consumed with the urge to 
rut but forced to remain unsatisfied. Why was his master being so cruel to 
him? 

When they returned home, the same thing happened. Kris let Speed out of the 
car, then ignored him completely. Kris and the new woman went right upstairs 
to their room, closed the door, and started making those noises again. The 
tantalizing smells came from under the door, smells of rutting, which 
excited Speed powerfully. Miserably, he paced up and down the hall. He was 
glad when the boy appeared. The boy was also a new person in the house, but 
unlike the new woman, the boy played with Speed and seemed affectionate 
toward him. Speed would have been happy to go for a walk with Curt-but as 
they passed Liz' door, something arrested the big dog, made him stop and 
listen. From Liz' room he heard the curious noise, smelled the exciting 
odor, just as outside the master's room. He had to stay and investigate. 

Speed knew that Liz loved him, that she wouldn't refuse him anything if he 
begged long and hard enough. The master wouldn't open the door to him, but 
Liz would, he was certain of that. 

When the exciting smell of sex became too much for him, the dog threw 
himself violently against Liz' door and began to beg for admission. Sure 
enough, she let him in. Speed was very happy. 

The odd thing was, once he got in the room he couldn't tell where the noises 
had come from, couldn't find the source of that arousing smell. Nothing 
special seemed to be happening. He lay down on the bed beside Liz as he'd 
done many times before, and Liz went to sleep. It was all very pleasant, but 
it wasn't what he sought. The big Dalmatian lay there uneasily, restless and 
puzzled. 

In her sleep Liz relaxed, letting her legs fall apart. Speed perked up his 
ears, sniffed the air. There it was, that delicious odor, the smell which 
reminded him of sex, but where was it coming from? Again he sniffed the air 
sharply, carefully. Moving gently so as not to disturb his mistress, he 
crawled along, following the scent. It seemed to be coming from between Liz' 
legs. 

Speed whined softly, then checked himself. He knew Liz didn't like to be 
wakened from her naps. He waited, and after a while, she stirred in her 
sleep, letting her legs open even wider. Now there was room for the dog to 
creep between her outspread legs without brushing them, without waking her. 
Whimpering softly, Speed inched his way up toward the source of the exciting 
smell. His wet nose at last brushed the damp fur of Liz' mons. He was close 
now, very close, and so excited that the hair stood up on his back. He knew 
where the smell was coming from, that scarlet plump flesh between Liz' legs. 
It was no longer enough for him just to sniff at her. He wanted to taste 
her. 

Speed was a very obedient dog, and for a long time he managed to keep still 
in spite of his frustration. All his training, all his experience told him 
that his mistress would be furious if he woke her up. He didn't want Liz to 
be angry with him. Some deeper, more powerful instinct was at work in him, 
however, the ancient urge toward sex. Speed whined mournfully, and his long 
red doggy tongue lolled out, dripping with saliva. He wanted so badly to 
lick the source of that smell. At last he couldn't hold himself in check any 
longer. Inching forward, trying desperately not to wake Liz, he managed to 
get within licking distance of the delicious odor. His tongue shot out 
eagerly to lap and taste Liz' plump exposed clit and labia. In her state of 
unsatisfied need, the scarlet tissues were plump and swollen, wet with her 
juices. Speed slobbered and drooled and licked. This was what he'd been 
seeking. Blissfully the big dog ran his wet rough tongue all over Liz' 
swollen vulva.... 

Liz was having a beautiful erotic dream, one of the best she'd ever had. As 
a girl, she hadn't had such dreams because in real life she was fucking all 
the time and had no need of nocturnal release. After she was married, 
however, and during her five years of sexual frustration with her husband, 
she'd begun to dream almost every night. She dreamed of every man she'd ever 
made it with and of every man she'd ever wanted, dreamed they were doing it 
to her, giving her exquisitely long, hard fucks, the kind she needed in her 
waking life. The dreams were lovely, but to her endless annoyance and 
frustration, she never came in her dreams. She'd wake abruptly beside her 
sleeping husband, trembling with need. In the darkness she'd quietly bring 
herself off with her hand, wondering wistfully why it never happened in her 
dreams. 

This dream was different. It seemed so much more real than all the others. 
In this dream someone-she couldn't make out the face-was eating her pussy 
and doing an exquisite job of it. That was unusual. She almost always 
dreamed of fucking, not of foreplay. This man, whoever he was, seemed 
content to go on forever licking her pussy, sending delicious sensations 
through her pelvis. His tongue was long and rough yet very exciting. Liz 
murmured happily in her sleep and opened her legs as wide as possible, 
giving the stranger plenty of room to work. God, it was so beautiful. Never 
had she had such a skillful lover. His tongue was so hot, so wet, so 
insistent. Her juices poured eagerly from her excited cunt, and the stranger 
lapped them up as fast as they came. His long wet tongue snaked deliciously 
through the sensitive folds of her labia, tickled and lapped her aroused 
clit, wriggled up into her hungry vagina. Liz thought she'd die of pleasure. 
More hot juices bubbled in her cunt, and the stranger went for it, stuffing 
his tongue deep into her, lapping and sucking. 

"Awww, God, YES," Liz moaned. 

He was so far into her now that she could feel his hair tickling her inner 
thighs. His hair had a strange texture, and she realized that he was making 
odd noises, panting and whining almost like an animal. Then she realized 
that she wasn't asleep any more. The transition to waking had been slow and 
almost imperceptible, but she knew now that she wasn't dreaming any longer. 
Somebody actually was eating her pussy-but who? It couldn't have been Curt. 
He might have wanted to, but his tongue wasn't that long. 

Liz opened her eyes. For what seemed a very long time, she was frozen in 
horror. There was Speed, wedged happily between her legs, licking and 
tonguing her pussy with obvious hunger and enjoyment. Oh, Jesus Christ, to 
think that she'd been enjoying it! Enjoying a dog licking her cunt! How low 
can you get? 

"Speed," she said hoarsely, "no. Naughty. Bad." 

The dog raised his head and gave a low moan of frustration. It was clear to 
Liz that he wanted to go on licking her, that it was all he could do to obey 
her order. "No, boy," she said gently. "Back." 

Whining pitifully, the big spotted dog backed off. As he did so, Liz saw 
that he had an enormous erection. His long red canine penis poked stiffly 
from his belly, thick and gleaming, bigger and fatter than any human cock 
she'd ever seen. Liz felt dizzy, hypnotized with lust. She knew her thoughts 
were terrible, wicked, outrageous, but somehow she just couldn't help what 
she was thinking. She was thinking how wonderful it would feel to have that 
great long dog cock inside her. 

Who would know? She was alone in her room. Curt was out for a walk, Mona and 
Kris completely preoccupied with each other. She could get away with it, and 
no one need ever find out-certainly Speed wasn't going to tell them. Again 
she eyed the dog's gigantic gleaming red penis. She felt the nagging ache of 
lust in her cunt, the need which had gone unsatisfied for five years. Oh, 
God forgive her, she just couldn't help herself. 

Trembling, Liz rolled over on her belly and raised her small pale ass, 
assuming the posture of a receptive bitch, hoping Speed would pick up the 
cue. Cream poured from her excited cunt, and when she spoke to the dog, her 
voice came out hoarse with need. 

"Come on, Speed, come on. Good doggy." 

For a moment Speed couldn't believe it was true. His mistress had just 
ordered him away, and now she was calling him back again. Fearing her anger, 
he approached her very slowly and cautiously, ready to leap back in case 
he'd made a mistake. Liz waited and trembled. The big dog sniffed her 
heavily creaming cunt, then timidly put out his long red tongue to lick her 
there. 

"Ummmm, yes, good boy," said Liz. "Go ahead. It's all right." 

He began to lick her creaming cunt mouth more eagerly. She wondered how she 
was going to get him to fuck her, however. The licking was all very 
pleasant, but it wasn't what she wanted. What command could she give him? 
How could she make him understand? 

Fortunately for Liz, Speed figured it out for himself. Her strong odor of 
sex and her dog-like posture awoke his deepest instincts, and at last, with 
an excited yelp, the big dog scurried to mount her, wrapping his furry 
forearms around her waist, frantically digging his huge erect dog penis into 
the tender mushy pulp of her labia. 

"Oh, Jesus, yes," whined Liz, "get it in, get it in. 

She held herself very still, doing her best to help him, while Speed panted 
and blindly poked his stiff canine prick into her steamy tissues. Then at 
last it happened-a lucky shot lodged the enormous head of his hard prick in 
the steamy little valley of her cunt mouth, and in another second Liz felt 
her cunt being stuffed as never before in her life. The dog's mammoth cock 
pushed relentlessly into her, deeper and deeper, filling her so full she 
could hardly breathe, wriggling right into her womb. She began to scream 
with joy. 

"YES! YES! FUCK ME, SPEED," she shouted. "FUCK ME, DOGGY!" 

Being a dog, Speed had one style of fucking, and that was to hammer his 
prick into the steamy receptacle as fast and hard as he could. Liz' body 
shook violently under his rough attack, and she felt her womb butted and 
pounded, felt her narrow vagina raked and roughly stuffed by the enormous 
girth of his doggy cock. It was just what she needed, just the kind of wild 
raging fuck she'd been dreaming of for five years. She forgot everything 
else in the world, and she creamed violently, making his passage noisy and 
slurpy. She shouted her pleasure without restraint, clawed the bed, and 
ground her steaming pussy furiously around his giant impalement. Just as 
excited as she was, Speed humped like a pile driver, his tail wagging 
insanely, his tongue lolling out helplessly to drip hot saliva on Liz' 
lurching back. His big furry dog balls pounded noisily against her thighs, 
and he yelped shrilly in his intense pleasure. Liz' cunt felt wonderfully 
tight and hot and wet to him, and he struggled to drive his maddened cock as 
deep into her as possible before depositing his seed. 

Under the circumstances, it didn't take dog or woman very long at all to 
reach climax. Speed had no impulse to prolong the act, anyhow, all his 
instincts being to cum as fast as he could. He howled loudly, shrilly, and 
began jabbing her even faster and harder than ever with his fat red canine 
cock. Liz felt a scalding burst of fluid in her womb, then another and 
another. It seemed as if the dog would never stop cumming. His seed 
overflowed her cunt, boiling out to run down her thighs and pool on the bed. 
Liz felt a powerful burst of pleasure shaking her pelvis, and then she 
screamed and nearly fainted as her whole body shook in the most delicious 
climax she'd ever experienced. 

Her eyes rolled crazily, and an absurd, lewd grimace twisted her face as she 
came again and again. She shot her ass high into the air to keep the dog's 
shrinking cock inside her, prolonging her pleasure. She was kneeling like 
that, letting Speed happily shoot the last of his doggy cum into her eager 
pussy when the door of her room suddenly flew open. 

Liz looked up in horror. "Daddy!" she gasped. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Kris Slade stood in the doorway of his daughter's bedroom, his mouth hanging 
open, his eyes wide with shock. He simply couldn't believe what he saw. Liz, 
naked, with the dog. Speed with his long red canine prick still lodged 
deeply in Liz' streaming vagina. No, it just couldn't be. 

Mona and Kris had fallen asleep after the strenuous lovemaking, and a few 
moments ago Kris had wakened in alarm to hear savage noises coming from 
somewhere in the house. He heard Liz screaming, Speed barking and howling. 
Burglars? Mona was so deeply asleep that she didn't hear it, but Kris leaped 
out of bed naked, ready to protect his daughter. He ran down the hall, heard 
the wild noises coming from Liz' room, and flung the door open. 

Only to find his only daughter making love to a dog. 

"Daddy," she said weakly. At that moment, Speed, exhausted and satisfied, 
crawled off her, his gleaming canine cock limp and empty. He went to the 
side of the bed, curled up, and promptly fell asleep, leaving the humans to 
worry about the situation. . 

"Liz," said Kris. His voice came out in a stunned croak, and he cleared his 
throat. "Liz, did I really see that? Were you-were you actually making it 
with Speed?" 

Liz burst into tears. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "I'm so ashamed. I don't know 
what came over me. It's just that I haven't had anybody for so long, it got 
to be more than I could take. I must have been crazy, I know, but I had to 
have it. Oh, God, you must despise me." 

Kris sighed and came to sit on the edge of the bed. "No, honey," he said, 
"of course I don't despise you. I could never do that. It's just I'm a 
little stunned, I guess. I've always been a pretty liberal parent, I think, 
willing to let you do whatever you wanted, but I didn't exactly expect 
something like this." 

As he spoke, he patted Liz' shoulder, and she gradually calmed down. When he 
finished, she suddenly grinned at him and said, "Well, now that I think 
about it, Daddy, it wasn't really so awful. I mean, it was fun." 

Kris gawked at her, then broke into a grin himself. "You're putting me on. 
Fun doing it with a dog?" 

"Speed is tremendously well hung," said Liz mischievously. "But, really, 
Daddy, is there any reason for either of us to be upset? Haven't you always 
taught me that if a thing is fun, and if it doesn't hurt anybody else, then 
it's okay to do it? No matter what all the prudes in the world might say?" 

Kris laughed. "You're absolutely right. It was stupid of me to be shocked 
and you had no reason to be ashamed. It's just that-well, damnit, Liz, you 
have to admit, the sight was a bit unusual." 

They both laughed then, and Liz went on to explain to Kris about her boring, 
frustrating marriage, and how she hadn't had any man at all for the past 
three months. "So you see," she said, "Speed presented quite a temptation 
when he got that hard-on." 

"Well, I guess I can understand that, honey," said Kris. "You're a lot like 
me-when you need it, you've got to have it. By God, we won't keep you in 
babysitting tonight. The sooner you find yourself a good man, the better. 
I'm sorry, baby. I just haven't been thinking of anything these past few 
weeks except myself and Mona. I think my little girl deserves better than 
the family dog." 

"Oh, I don't know," said Liz impishly. "Speed was a pretty good lay." Kris 
sighed. "I wish I could say the same for Mona." 

"What?" said Liz. "Mona isn't a good lay? My God, I thought you two couldn't 
keep your hands off each other. What's the problem, Daddy?" 

"Well, it's not exactly that she isn't good," said Kris. "I mean, she's 
beautiful, and she has all the potential. It's just that she's so damned 
inhibited. Her upbringing was just the opposite of yours. Her parents were 
very strict, and they taught her that anything having to do with sex is 
evil. Her head is full of ideas like that, and I'm not going to be able to 
change her overnight. It's going to take a long, long time to make her a 
really great partner in bed. Like, for instance, it's taken me a whole week 
to get her to even put her mouth on my cock. It'll probably be months before 
I can persuade her to blow me." 

"Oh, poor Daddy," said Liz. "I'm really sorry. She sounds a little like my 
husband-he thought all that stuff was evil, too. At least there's one 
important difference with Mona. She loves you, and eventually she'll do 
anything to please you." 

"Yes," said Kris, "eventually. In the meantime, though, all this 
conventional, routine sex is getting to be pretty dull. Don't mistake me, 
Mona is a swell girl and I really love her. It's just a pain in the ass 
trying to get around all her silly hang-ups about sex. It's hard to pretend 
enthusiasm for plain old balling, when actually I'm thinking about doing it 
to her in the ass. I -rimmed her this afternoon, and she just barely put up 
with it. I thought she'd faint. Damn, what a drag." 

"I'll say." Liz patted his hand, and for a while father and daughter sat in 
silence, thinking of their separate problems. There was perfect ease and 
understanding between them. Kris had always seen to that. Even when Liz was 
a little girl, he'd never lied to her, and he'd trained her never to lie to 
him. They concealed nothing from each other. For instance there had been no 
hang-ups about nudity in their house, as was not the case with Mona and 
Curt. They sat naked beside each other on the bed, and neither of them 
thought much of it. Kris had always wanted his daughter to be free and 
uninhibited, and he tried to be that way himself. 

Liz giggled. "You know, Daddy, I got so horny this week, I almost made it 
with Curt. Can you imagine-a thirteen year old boy?" 

Kris chuckled. "That's getting pretty desperate, all right. I mean, he's not 
exactly Paul Newman. However, in principle, I don't see anything wrong with 
it. I mean, if you both wanted to." 

"That's what I finally concluded," said Liz, "only by then it was too late. 
I'd already given him this big lecture about how wrong it was. My God, my 
thinking has really gotten warped after five years of marriage. I've gotten 
almost as inhibited as Mona. Poor little Curt, he was all for balling me, 
and I turned him down. Now I'm kicking myself." 

"It's not too late," said Kris. "Why don't you seduce the kid?" 

"Well, what would Mona think?" said Liz. "Wouldn't she be pissed off?" 

"She might be," said Kris, "but she shouldn't be. I mean, Curt has a right 
to sex like everybody else. I think in time Mona would see that. Also it 
might help loosen her up. I think Mona needs a few shocks. So why don't you 
go ahead and make it with Curt? I'll handle Mona." 

"Well, there's just one more thing," said Liz. "I'm so much older than he 
is. I'm just afraid-I know this is nothing but vanity, but I'm afraid he'll 
be turned off. That he'll just think of me as an old hag." 

Kris laughed loudly and hugged her. "Are you kidding? Baby, you're 
beautiful. You're not old. I bet that little kid has the hots for you all 
the time. I bet he'd love to get his hands on these big beautiful jugs of 
yours." Playfully, Kris pushed Liz down onto her back and began to play with 
her tits. They really were superb, he noted. It wasn't very often that he 
thought of Liz as a woman instead of as his daughter. Now he tried to survey 
her from a lover's point of view, and he concluded almost at once that only 
a queer wouldn't go for Liz. He really enjoyed fondling and jiggling her big 
creamy tits. They were silky soft, yet very firm and well-shaped. They were 
just as nice as Mona's, in fact. He rubbed his thumbs over the light brown 
nipples, and under his gentle friction they grew bumpy and rigid with 
arousal. "Nice," he said. 

Liz grinned up at him. "You really think so? Ummm, that feels good, Daddy. 
That's one thing Speed couldn't do for me. I mean, he's really a great fuck, 
but his foreplay is lousy." 

Kris laughed, but in fact he found himself getting suddenly horny. Liz was 
so damned sexy-why hadn't he noticed it before? Of course, she was his 
daughter, and he never thought of her in those terms. There was no reason 
why he shouldn't, however. Just because he was her father, that didn't mean 
he shouldn't appreciate her beauty. He cupped her big warm tits more firmly, 
then succumbed to the temptation to dip his head and start tonguing her 
rigid brown nipples. He planted his lips firmly on one of them and began to 
suck it noisily, playfully. 

"Ooooooo," said Liz. "Nice." 

Liz was making the same discovery as Kris. Always she'd thought of him as 
just her father, not as a man. She'd been vaguely aware that he was in good 
shape for his age, that he was attractive to women, but not until this 
moment had she realized how really sexy he was. She reached out and started 
running her hands over his body. He was hard, muscular, intensely masculine. 
It excited her sharply to touch him. It had been so long since she'd touched 
a man. Her hands became more eager, and she fumbled down over his firm 
belly, seeking out his cock. When she found it, it was warm and limp, but 
that didn't deceive the experienced Liz as to its true size. 

"My God, Daddy," she said wonderingly. "You're really well hung. I never 
noticed that before." 

Kris raised his head and grinned at her. "Well, I'm glad you appreciate your 
old man." 

"Lucky Mona," said Liz. "Too bad she doesn't appreciate it. You say she was 
hesitant about sucking you off? I wouldn't be. I'd love to blow a cock this 
size." 

Kris' eyes gleamed. He was powerfully tempted to take Liz up on her offer. 
There wouldn't be any harm in it, really. It wasn't as though they were 
committing incest or anything. It would be just a little harmless fun. 
"Well, why don't you?" he said. 

"Oh, Daddy, could I?" Liz said eagerly. 

She quickly slipped out from under him and pushed him down on his back. Kris 
eyed her big swaying breasts appreciatively, then settled back to enjoy 
himself. Liz scrambled between his legs and lifted his great white doughy 
penis to her lips. Her little pink tongue flashed out to lap and tease the 
tip of his cock, wriggling under the loose foreskin to stimulate the 
sensitive glans. Gradually she tongued and nibbled the foreskin back, till 
the whole gleaming purple head of his prick was exposed to her expert 
tongue. She swished her tongue hotly around the head of his cock, 
occasionally worming her stiff tongue tip into the dark hole of his glans. 
It felt marvelous. Kris thought, If only Mona would do this. 

Liz was barely able to contain herself, to draw out and prolong the foreplay 
which Kris found so delicious. She hadn't blown a man in so long, she wanted 
to gobble up that giant cock right away. Of course she had blown Curt, but 
that was different. He was just a little kid. There hadn't been the thrill, 
then, of taking on a man-size cock, of making an enormous length of meat 
rise and swell. Her pussy creamed and pulsed as she played with Kris' great 
prick, and even though she'd just had a bomb of a climax from making it with 
Speed, she felt herself growing horny again. 

"Do you want me to suck your balls first, Daddy?" she said. 

Kris shuddered with happy anticipation. "Yeah, baby, that would be great," 
he said. 

Liz flopped onto her belly, nosing swiftly between his thighs and tickling 
him with her hair. Kris moaned loudly as he felt her hot little tongue 
lashing and poking his flaccid but sensitive testicles. Her spit was like a 
delicious warm bath over the bristly surface of his balls. Her lips closed 
possessively around one sac and slowly, sensually, drew it into the wet heat 
of her mouth. She began to suck the limp bag, and Kris whined in intense 
pleasure. Christ, Mona wouldn't do this to him in a thousand years. She'd 
think it was "dirty". He relished this moment, because he didn't know when 
he'd be so lucky again. 

Liz mouthed and tongued and sucked his testicle until he thought he'd pass 
out from pleasure. Then she spat it out and sucked in the other one, going 
at it noisily and greedily. She was proud of her skill. She could tell from 
the way Kris was writhing and moaning that he loved everything she did. At 
last she felt his big hairy balls swelling in her mouth, growing hard and 
rigid with accumulated cum. She released him and flashed him a knowing grin. 

"Really got to you, huh?" she said. "You better believe it," Kris said 
breathlessly. "Okay," said Liz, "now for the main attraction." 

She raised herself to her knees again and seized his long, semi-erect penis. 
It felt hot and powerful in her hands, and for the second time she deeply 
envied her new stepmother. My God, to have a lover with a cock like 
this-that would be paradise. Hungrily, salivating heavily, Liz put her lips 
to the dark red head of his prick, opened wide, and began sucking him in. 
Kris' eyes gleamed with delight as he felt himself drawn into the steamy 
silk of her mouth. She took in much more of his cock than Mona had, because 
Liz had learned the trick of opening her throat and was able to let the long 
length of his meat glide down there without gagging. She took him in all the 
way to the root of his cock, surrounding him with wet slick heat. She began 
to suck him loudly, swiftly. Kris moaned and went dizzy with pleasure. 

Now this, he thought, is a blow job. 

Liz loved the taste of her Daddy's big cock. She didn't even mind having 
half of it in her throat. She admitted another thing to herself-she wanted 
to show Daddy that she could suck cock better than Mona, any day of the 
year. Yes, she was a little jealous of her beautiful new stepmother, she 
could see that now. She was happy for Daddy, but at the same time she wanted 
Daddy to remember what an extraordinary daughter he had. Liz had a feeling 
he'd never forget this little demonstration. 

The noise of her sucking became obscenely loud, wet and slurping. She 
glanced up and saw Kris gritting his teeth and flushing beet red in the face 
from the intensity of his pleasure. Her original plan had been to bring him 
off in her mouth, to do the thing Mona wouldn't do. The more she sucked his 
meat, however, the more excited she got. It wasn't enough any more just to 
give Daddy some fun. She wanted some fun for herself, too. She felt his long 
fat cock going stiff and hard in her mouth and throat, swelling to enormous 
thickness, and she could think of only one thing-how wonderful that 
monstrous hard prick would feel inside her long-starved cunt. She just knew 
it'd be the greatest fuck of her life. She wasn't sure just how Kris would 
react to the idea, but since he'd taught her never to hold back her 
feelings, she wasn't afraid to ask. Gasping and panting, Liz let his huge 
dick slip from her wet mouth. It snapped to attention, standing straight up 
from his belly, rosy and gleaming from her sucking. Liz eyed it hungrily. 

"Daddy," she said, her voice husky with horniness, "I'll go ahead and blow 
you if you want. I'd dig it. But I was thinking-well, I'd dig it even more 
if you'd ball me. I really need it, Daddy." 

Kris looked at her thoughtfully. He certainly wouldn't have minded making it 
with a girl as lovely and young as Liz. There was just one little catch, of 
course. She was his daughter. "Well, honey," he said, "you know what that 
amounts to. It's called incest. We ought to think before we take a step like 
that. We ought to decide how we really feel about it." Even as he spoke, he 
glanced down and saw the pussy juice streaming hotly from between Liz' legs. 
God, she'd be like a blast furnace, steamy and juicy and tight. He wanted 
her badly. 

Liz licked her lips. Her dark eyes were feverish with lust. "Well, Daddy," 
she said, "in my opinion, it's nobody's business but ours. We wouldn't be 
hurting anybody else. So I don't see anything wrong with it, no matter what 
the rest of the world calls it." 

Kris studied the beautiful, flushed girl, and he could well imagine what a 
hot little number she'd be in bed. He'd never denied himself any pleasure 
before, and he really didn't see why he should start now. "I agree, baby," 
he said hoarsely. "Let's do it." 

"Oh, Daddy," said Liz. 

She threw herself into his arms, and only then did Kris realize how badly he 
wanted her. They writhed and panted and moaned in their embrace as they 
struggled to couple, Kris stabbing blindly and fiercely with his big aroused 
dick, Liz trying frantically to bring the creaming mouth of her cunt into 
the right position for his cock. 

"Oh, hurry, hurry," she said. "Get it in me. I can't wait." 

As Liz writhed on top of him, Kris managed to seized her wriggling buttocks 
and hold her still for a second. He slammed his thick meat roughly into the 
steamy pulp between her legs, and to his relief, the stiff rod slid neatly 
into the dripping mouth of her vagina, popping deep into her. Liz wailed her 
delight, throwing her head back, and he saw the look on her face, the look 
of unashamed animal pleasure. He knew his face had the same expression. 
Quickly he completed his penetration, pushing his engorged meat all the way 
to the slick mouth of her quaking womb. 

"How's that, baby?" he asked hoarsely. "Good for you?" 

"Oh, my God," Liz whimpered, "beautiful. I love it. Fuck me now, Daddy. 
Really give it to me." 

Kris tightened his grasp on her wriggling buttocks and began to fuck her in 
deep swift strokes. Her cunt was wonderfully tight and hot, and her strong 
young vaginal muscles gripped and tugged him deliciously. Liz whimpered and 
sobbed her pleasure, her big ripe tits quaking and bouncing against his 
chest. Her sweet little cunt was so hot ... He knew it wouldn't take him 
long to cum in that velvety slick sheath. 

"OOOOO," wailed Liz, "AAHHH!" It was just as she'd expected, the greatest 
fuck of her life. Not only was her father's prick the biggest she'd ever had 
inside her, he also knew just how to use it. He'd guessed that she wanted it 
hard, deep, and rough, that in her state of need she wanted no gentleness. 
He was fucking her like a pile driver, and that was just the way she wanted 
it. Oh, God, if only he weren't her father, if only he belonged to her 
instead of Mona. She'd do anything to have a lover like Kris. 

"Baby, baby," Kris said. "Jesus, it's good. I'm not gonna be able to hold 
out very long." 

"Me, either," said Liz. "It's super, Daddy, just wonderful, but I'm going to 
cum. Oh, God, I'm cumming right now! AAAGGGHHH, OOOHHH!" 

She wasn't kidding. Kris felt his probing cock gripped as if in a vise, her 
powerful cunt muscles holding him still while she slammed her climaxing 
pussy all around his thick impalement. Her juices gushed out in a steaming 
flood, overflowing her quaking little cunt, streaming over his balls. She 
screamed and screamed in her blinding pleasure. He felt his own climax 
coming on, and he gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place, as he shot 
load after load of steaming cum into her womb. At last he was finished, and 
Liz collapsed sweatily onto his chest, panting and sighing. 

"Oh, thank you, Daddy," she said, kissing him. "That was a beautiful fuck." 

A moment earlier, Curt had entered the house and crept softly up the stairs. 
After a long walk, he'd decided that the best thing was for him to run away. 
Nobody here really wanted him, nobody had any time for him. The adults were 
all caught up in their own activities, and he was nothing more than a 
hindrance to them, a drag. He decided that he could lie about his age, get a 
job somewhere, support himself. At least then he'd be standing on his own 
two feet, and eventually he might find friends who'd appreciate him for 
himself. It would be lonely, but it would better than staying here, where 
nobody, not even his mother, really wanted him. 

Curt sneaked down the upstairs hall, intending to go to his room and pack a 
few things, then cut out without saying good-bye. Later he'd write them a 
letter, telling them his intentions, so they wouldn't think he'd been 
kidnapped. Right now he just didn't want to talk to anybody. They would try 
to stop him, for sure. They'd feed him that old shit about really caring for 
him-but he knew better. He didn't want to hear it. He'd had all the adult 
hypocrisy he could take. 

As he crept past Liz' room, he heard the now familiar noises of lovemaking. 
Jesus, it seemed as if nobody did anything else in this house. He supposed 
Liz was frigging herself again. Another example of grown-up hypocrisy-Liz 
could have a lot more fun with a partner, namely Curt, but she pretended he 
was too young for sex. What a pile of crap that was. She'd sucked his cock, 
and she knew damned well he could get it up and use it. So why did she lie? 
Why did she pretend he was just a little kid? 

He was almost past Liz' door when he heard the low rumbling of a male voice 
which somehow sounded familiar. Then he heard Liz' voice, breathless with 
pleasure, saying, "Oh, thank you, Daddy. That was a beautiful fuck." 

Daddy? 

Curt went back and looked through the keyhole. He didn't blush at what he 
saw-he turned pale with shock and anger. There was Liz, sitting on top of 
her father, his cock still in her. Liz, grinning and kissing him, while Kris 
played with her boobs. This was really too much. What kind of creepy 
perverts were they, anyhow? A girl isn't supposed to make it with her own 
father. Furthermore, Kris was being unfaithful to Mona. Curt felt pretty 
resentful towards his mother lately, but he still loved her, and he couldn't 
bear to see her hurt and deceived. He wasn't going to let them get away with 
this. He wondered if Mona knew already. 

Quickly he crept to the master bedroom and peeked through the keyhole. His 
mother lay in bed, sleeping soundly. So she didn't know. Kris had snuck out 
while she was asleep, to commit adultery with his own daughter. That was 
pretty sick. Curt marched back to Liz' room, not bothering to be quiet now. 
He flung open the door in a rage. Liz and Kris were just as he'd left them, 
still coupled and kissing. 

"Curt!" said Liz in surprise. 

Kris twisted his head and stared at the boy. 

"I saw what you did," Curt said furiously, "and believe me, you're not gonna 
get away with it. I'm going to tell my mother, and then she and I are 
getting out of this place. You're sick in the head, and I don't want my 
mother living in a place like this. I hope she divorces you, you bastard! I 
hope we never see either of you again!" 

Liz and Kris glanced at each other. They knew each other so well, they 
didn't need to speak. Liz rolled off her father, and Kris sprang from the 
bed, reaching Curt in a few bounds. He got the indignant boy in a firm hold 
before Curt could react. 

"Let go of me," Curt said. "Let go, you creep." 

"Calm down, son," said Kris. "Calm down, and then we'll talk. There's better 
ways of settling this thing." 

"Yes, Curt, darling," said Liz, coming over to stroke his face, "you don't 
quite understand what's happening. We need to have a little talk." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Curt fought with all his strength, but he was no match for his tall muscular 
stepfather. Almost without effort, Kris lifted the boy and carried him to 
the bed. He set Curt down on his back and kept him pinned that way, holding 
his arms while Liz held his legs. Curt was beet red with anger and 
frustration, practically spitting in their faces. 

"I hate you," he said. "I hate you both. Jesus, you haven't even been 
married to my mother a week yet, and already you're unfaithful to her. With 
your own daughter. I think that's pretty crummy. I think it's sick." 

"Go ahead, son," Kris said gently. "Get it all out. Tell us just how you 
feel. You're jealous of me, too, aren't you?" 

"You bet I am," said Curt. "My mother never thinks of anybody but you any 
more. She doesn't have time even to say hello to me. She's crazy about 
you-and look how you're treating her. If I had a gun, I'd shoot you." 

"Can't say I blame you," said Kris. "But you don't know the whole story. 
We'll get to that in a minute. First let's get all your feelings out in the 
open. You're mad at Liz, too, right?" 

"Damned right," said Curt. "She made you cheat on my mother." 

"But that's not the only reason, is it?" said Kris. "You're mad at Liz 
because of something else. Tell us about it." 

Curt blushed but answered, "She wouldn't let me fuck her. She played with 
me, sucked me off, but she wouldn't go all the way. I think that's really 
phony. I think she's a hypocrite." 

"We agree," said Kris. "We were just talking about that incident, and we 
agree that Liz was wrong. Since she came on to you, she shouldn't have held 
back. Isn't that right, Liz?" 

"That's right," said Liz. "I apologize, Curt. I was wrong." 

Curt gawked at her. Damnit, she looked sexy, with her glossy black hair all 
tousled and her big beautiful tits swaying gently. "You mean," he said, 
"you'd let me fuck you now?" 

"Right," said Liz. "It's only fair. You see, Curt, we don't think of you as 
just a little kid who's in the way. We think of you as another human being 
who has the same rights as us." 

Curt frowned. It all sounded too good to be true. "I don't trust you," he 
said. "I think you're just trying to make me feel good, so I won't tell my 
mother what I saw." 

Kris sighed. "We understand that. We admit we've neglected you, and we can't 
blame you for not trusting us. I admit, too, that I don't want you to go 
running to Mona and upset her. I love her, Curt, no matter what you may 
think. I don't want her to leave me." 

Curt sneered. "Oh, sure. You love her. You love her so much, you sneaked off 
the first chance you got and made it with somebody else. Well, you can't con 
me. I know what you want. You want all the women in this house for yourself. 
You want to have your cake and eat it, too." 

"That's not quite true, Curt," said Kris. "Sure, I like the idea of fucking 
both Mona and Liz, but I'm not going to hog them. That's the whole point-Liz 
and I agree that nobody should be possessive or jealous. Everybody should be 
able to make love to everybody else. For instance, if you want to fuck Liz, 
that's okay with me." 

"I don't believe you," said Curt. 

"Then we'll prove it," said Liz. 

She let go of Curt's legs and began to remove his jeans. Kris still held his 
arms, so he couldn't get away. As Liz unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his 
fly, Curt flushed red with embarrassment. Because of the way Mona had raised 
him, he had hang-ups about appearing naked before strangers. Worse than 
that, he didn't want his puny half-grown cock compared to Kris' giant tool. 
It would be just too humiliating. 

"Aw, hey, don't," he said to Liz. 

"You can't make love with your pants on," she said, grinning down at him. 

Curt wished he could sink through the floor and disappear forever. He 
couldn't wriggle out of the hold Kris had on him, and he closed his eyes in 
shame as Liz tugged off his jeans. The she pulled off his shorts and he was 
naked, his immature cock exposed to their inspection. Oh, Jesus, surely 
they'd bust up laughing He'd never be able to live it down. He'd have to run 
away after this humiliation. 

He didn't hear any laughter, however. Kris was breathing calmly and evenly 
behind him, and Liz said nothing. Curt kept his eyes closed, and presently 
he felt Liz' soft hand on his limp little penis. She laid the flaccid little 
rod in one warm palm, and with her other hand she started to stroke and pet 
it. It was very pleasant, and Curt began to relax a little. He just wished 
he and Liz were alone together, that Kris would go away. Alone with Liz, he 
might be able to preserve some dignity. With the older man watching, he felt 
like a dwarf, a stupid inept kid. 

Liz began working back his pale wrinkled foreskin with gentle but insistent 
strokes of her expert fingers. Gradually she uncovered the pretty cherry-red 
glans at the tip of his cock. She licked her finger to make it slick, then 
began rubbing his sensitive glans with it, slowly circling the raw red 
flesh. It felt really great to Curt, and he helplessly sighed and began to 
move his hips gently in time to her strokes. Then he felt the soft tickle of 
her hair on his belly, and he knew she was bending lower over him. Her 
breath was hot and moist on his cock. He felt something rough and drippy on 
the limp shaft of his prick, then greedy slurping noises. Oh, man, she was 
starting to lick his peter now, and it really felt sensational. Her tongue 
darted up and down his sensitive meat, tickling the glans, digging into the 
dark little hole to get his juices, then trailing hotly and wetly down again 
till she reached his flaccid warm testicles. Shit, she was licking his balls 
like she was starved, and then she was sucking one limp little sac into her 
mouth. Sucking his balls-fantastic. 

"UHHH!" He felt such sharp pleasure that he moaned aloud. 

Liz rolled his flaccid little sac around on her hot tongue, bathing it 
deliciously with her saliva, sending violent jolts of pleasure through his 
loins. Man, oh, man, it felt great. He wished she'd never quit. He became 
less and less conscious of Kris' presence, even though the older man was 
still holding his arms. It was hard to think about Kris when Liz was doing 
all these wild things to him. 

"Oh, jeez, YEAH," said Curt. 

She'd somehow managed to get both balls in her mouth at once. She was 
sucking them like crazy, like she really dug the taste, and Curt just 
couldn't help himself-he went wild with pleasure. He whinnied like a colt, 
bucked his hips, squealed without inhibition. Liz' steamy spit, Liz' naughty 
tongue, Liz' expert sucking-it was all driving him right up the walls, 
making him wildly horny. He felt his testicles swelling up tight in her 
mouth, so tight they almost hurt. His small white cock sprang to life, 
twitching eagerly and then going rigid with engorgement, standing straight 
up from his belly. A little drop of white cream bubbled from the hole of his 
glans and trickled down the taut pale shaft of his young cock. He clenched 
his teeth tightly to keep from screaming his pleasure. All at once Liz spat 
out his swollen balls, laughing softly. 

"Curt," she said. "Look at me." 

Unwillingly he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her beautiful face was 
flushed and horny. She licked her lips and grinned at him. "Are you still 
mad at me, Curt?" she said. 

He blushed hotly. "Naw, I guess not." Hell, how could he be angry after 
she'd sucked his balls and given him such wonderful sensations? 

"Good," said Liz. "Daddy, I think you can let go of him now." 

Kris let go of the boy's arms and moved back out of the way of the action. 
For a moment Curt thought of running. This was his chance to carry out his 
threat, to run to Mona and tell her everything. He really ought to do it. He 
ought to think of his mother. Yet he didn't move, couldn't move. He just lay 
there gawking at Liz' big swinging tits, wanting her, praying she'd go on 
with their delicious play. 

He could talk to Mona later. It could wait. Right now he could think only of 
the urgent ache in his young balls, the need to get his rocks off. If only 
Liz would keep her promise, the promise to fuck him, to treat him like an 
adult. He glanced down at the dark fluff of her mons, and he saw that her 
pouting lips were open, revealing the erect fat red bud of her clit. He 
remembered how it had been, their one other time together-the way he'd 
aroused her by touching her there. Eagerly he reached out and put the tip of 
his finger on her swollen moist bud. It was very slick and hot. He began to 
rub her there, and Liz gasped with pleasure. 

"Ummm," she said, "YES! That's lovely, Curt. Do it!" 

Emboldened, Curt sat up, moving closer to her. Liz reached out and deftly 
pulled off his T-shirt, almost before he knew it had happened. He seized her 
stiff little clit between thumb and forefinger, kneading it gently and 
rhythmically, and Liz grinned and gurgled. With his other hand he played 
with her huge warm tits, squeezing and caressing them. 

Liz grinned at the boy, not hiding her pleasure in his touch. God, she just 
couldn't seem to get enough today. She didn't think she'd ever been so horny 
in her whole life. She'd done it with the dog, she'd done it with her 
father, and still she wanted more. She wanted it very much with this 
handsome little kid. She looked down at his adorable little cock, poking up 
stiffly from his flat tan belly. The shaft was milky pale, the veins showing 
faintly, and the tip was bright red, moist, and smooth. It really would be a 
kick to have that stiff little poker inside her. She also looked forward 
very much to giving the kid his first fuck. She wondered how she could have 
been so silly before, denying it to him. Sex was the greatest pleasure in 
the world, and the sooner Curt was introduced to it, the better. He was a 
really horny little kid, and she knew he'd dig it. 

She reached out and playfully tweaked the moist head of his cock. Curt 
grinned at her and mischievously stuck his finger up her cunt, poking around 
in her heat and wetness. She creamed violently, bathing his hand with her 
fragrant juices. Returning the favor, she slipped her hand under Curt's hot 
swollen little balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. She thought the kid 
would faint. His eyes rolled wildly, and a big drop of cream dribbled from 
the tip of his small rigid cock. Liz dipped her head quickly and lapped up 
the salty stuff. Curt sighed deeply. 

She would have liked to prolong this delicious play, but the ache in her 
pussy was too insistent. She simply couldn't wait any longer. Leering at the 
boy, she said huskily, "Would you like to fuck me now, Curt? Like to put 
your cock in my cunt?" 

"Oh, wow, yeah," said Curt deliriously. 

Liz moved to the center of the bed and lay down on her back. She smiled at 
Curt and opened her legs very wide. Her slit was bright scarlet with 
arousal, glistening with her juices. Her vagina could be seen easily, a 
dark-slitted mouth that opened and closed of its own volition, dribbling 
creamy juices. 

"Come on, Curt," she said softly. "Come and fuck me." 

Dizzily Curt crawled over to her and got between her legs. He knew this much 
from spying on his mother and stepfather, but he wasn't quite sure where to 
go from here. He hoped Liz wouldn't laugh at him, that she would help him 
out. He looked up and saw Kris watching him with intense interest, and 
beside Kris was the dog, Speed, awake now and eagerly sniffing the air. 
Shit, it was like putting on a public performance. Curt didn't like it at 
all. Just once he wanted to do something which wasn't dominated by his 
stepfather's presence. 

"Come on, Curt," said Liz. "Let's make it." 

"Not in front of him," said Curt, glaring at Kris. 

Kris laughed good-naturedly and got off the bed. "Okay," he said, "I'll see 
you two later. Come on, Speed. Come on, boy." 

When Kris and the dog had left, Curt looked down at Liz, who lay eagerly 
beneath him, her legs spread wide in invitation. She was a beautiful mature 
woman, with great full tits and an adult pussy, and it just didn't seem 
possible that he was about to make love to her. Panic overcame him. What if 
he didn't do it right? What if she laughed at him? He knew how puny his cock 
was, even stiff, compared to that monstrous dick of Kris'. How could he 
possibly satisfy Liz? 

She seemed to read his mind. "Don't be afraid, darling," she said gently. "I 
want you. It's going to be fun. Let's get it on." 

Curt blushed miserably. "I don't really know how to do it," he said. 

"Why, darling," said Liz, "it's simple. I'll show you. Don't worry about a 
thing." 

Smiling, she reached down and seized Curt's pale, stiff little cock, gently 
inserting the cherry-red tip into the hot wet mouth of her cunt. Curt 
shivered with anticipation. Jesus, she felt hot there. "Now," said Liz, "all 
you have to do is push. Push in and out. It's as easy as that." 

Curt doubted that anything grown-up could be easy, but he obeyed her 
instructions. A little nervously he poked his rigid little dick into the 
steamy tight tunnel of her vagina, going in as far as he could, till his 
swollen balls brushed against Liz' wet labia. He was in a girl at last, and 
it felt great. 

"Ohhh, man," he said breathlessly. 

Beneath him Liz trembled with impatience. She wanted that hard little poker 
to fly in and out of her, but since it was Curt's very first fuck, she 
didn't rush him or make demands on him. "That's right, darling," she said 
huskily. "You've got the idea now. It feels very good to me. Go ahead, Curt, 
fuck me." 

Again Curt hesitated. He knew he was supposed to move his cock in and out of 
her steamy hole, but how fast? He suspected Liz was a very experienced 
woman, and he wanted to do it right, so she wouldn't laugh at him. "Liz," he 
said nervously, "I'm not sure just how fast I should do it-" 

Liz smothered a noise of exasperation. "You do it just as fast, or as slow, 
as you want," she said. "Whatever feels best, Don't talk any more, Curt. 
Just enjoy yourself, okay?" 

"Okay," he said doubtfully. 

Surely there had to be more to it than that? It seemed much too simple. 
Nevertheless he did as Liz said. He shut up and got down to serious 
business. After a few tentative in-and-out strokes of his hard little peter, 
he discovered that he liked to do it fast, as fast and hard as he could. 
Liz' mature vagina, while deliciously warm and slick, was a little large for 
him, and he needed all the speed and friction he could produce. He began to 
bang her with enthusiasm, snorting and panting, his tight little testicles 
slapping noisily against her ass. 

Liz squealed with pleasure. "Oooooo, YES," she said. "That's good, Curt, 
really good!" 

Curt glanced proudly down at her. He knew she wasn't faking her praise. Her 
beautiful face was twisted in a lewd grimace of lust, and she was writhing 
happily around the small but hard impalement of his thrusting cock. Her 
juices boiled out to bathe him, making their fucking wet and noisy. Man, it 
was a great feeling, digging his cock in all that hot juicy pulp, making 
this sexy older woman squeal with joy. To hell with school, to hell with 
friends-from now on, all he wanted to do was fuck. There just wasn't any 
pleasure to beat it. 

Indeed, Liz wasn't faking her excitement. The only problem was, she needed a 
cock about twice as big as Curt's. His stiff poking was driving her wild 
with horniness, getting her hotly excited, but she didn't see much chance of 
cumming, not unless his prick miraculously grew up. Damn it all. She wasn't 
going to tell Curt all this, of course. There was no point in humiliating 
the kid. He was obviously having a wonderful time. His freckled face was 
flushed with lust, and he was panting and moaning, ramming his stiff little 
dick into her as fast and hard as he could. Some day he was going to be 
really great in the sack, but he had a little growing to do first. 

"Ummm," said Liz. "Really good, baby." 

Curt grinned at her. He was quickly losing his inhibitions. He reached down 
and put his hands on her big wobbling tits, hanging on to them as he balled 
her. He got a kick out of feeling that plump wriggling flesh. He wished his 
former friends could see him now-they'd never believe it. 

"Does it feel good, Curt?" said Liz. 

"Oh, wow, yeah," said Curt. "Out of sight." 

Kris found Mona still sound asleep. Watching her, he felt a little guilty 
about the things he'd said to Liz. It was true that Mona still had many 
inhibitions about sex, that she didn't yet come up to his standards, but at 
least she loved him and was trying her best to please him. He was a very 
lucky man to have Mona. In time she would learn everything he had to teach 
her. 

Kris climbed back into bed with his sleeping wife. She had kicked off all 
the covers and lay there naked, her small firm white buttocks exposed to his 
admiring gaze. He reached out and caressed the smooth round globes of flesh, 
but Mona was sleeping so deeply that his touch didn't rouse her. She only 
murmured something and let her legs fall open a bit wider. Kris spied the 
small brownish mouth of her anus. God, he'd reall like to give it to her 
there. He knew she'd never taken it in the ass before, that she'd be 
virginally tight. He got horny just thinking about it. 

The idea was out, of course. Mona still considered her anus off limits for 
sex, a "dirty" place. She didn't even want Kris to touch her there, let 
alone fuck her. It would take a long time for him to overcome that prejudice 
of hers. Or would it? What if he started doing it to her now, while she was 
still asleep, and got her really hot for it? He might be able to save a lot 
of time and argument that way. Of course he was risking an emotional scene, 
if she didn't like it. 

Kris debated. He knew that in principle Mona agreed with him-if something 
was fun for both of them, then they ought to do it. She'd done awfully well 
today at sucking his cock, her very first blow job. Mona was a fast and 
willing pupil. Why not give it a try? He opened the drawer of the bedside 
table and took out a tube of K-Y jelly. He was so excited about the prospect 
of fucking his wife in the ass that as he began smearing the jelly on his 
cock, he got an immediate erection. Christ, what a day it had been. He'd 
balled Mona that morning before they left for home, then again when they 
arrived, and after that he'd fucked Liz-and still he was eager for more. Not 
bad for an old man. Of , course Kris knew that you're only as old as you 
feel-and today he felt about fourteen. With two gorgeous young women at his 
disposal, it was hard to feel otherwise. 

When his big cock was lubricated and stiff, he put a glob of jelly on the 
tip of his finger and began to smear it gently over the bumpy surface of 
Mona's anus. Still she didn't wake up. Her face was turned towards him, and 
he saw her smile in her sleep. He had to grin at that. Conscious, she had 
all kinds of absurd repressions, but asleep she let her real feelings show, 
the feelings of her body. She enjoyed having him rim and rub her little anal 
mouth. Her smile got broader, and she let her legs open wider. She relaxed 
the sphincter muscles which had held her anus tightly clenched, arid Kris 
was able to ease the lubricated tip of his finger into her tight little 
bumhole. He poked gently inside, smearing the jelly around, sticking his 
finger inside her a good inch. 

Mona made a gurgling noise of pleasure. Her legs were open very wide now, 
and he could see her little vaginal slit, moist and shadowed. As he worked 
his finger gently in her asshole, a little trickle of hot fluid came from 
her cunt. There could be no doubt now that she enjoyed being reamed by his 
finger. Kris grinned and applied more jelly. He began moving his stiff 
finger in and out of her rectum like a miniature cock, and Mona gurgled 
louder. 

"Fuck," she said distinctly in her sleep. "Fuck me ... yes." 

"Bugger," Kris said softly. "That's the right word, baby." 

Mona was hugging the pillow, as if it were Kris, murmuring and beginning to 
undulate her hips in the motions of fucking. Her small cunt was leaking 
plenty of horny juice. She'd never be more ready than she was now. Kris 
prayed she wouldn't wake up in a panic. Quietly he knelt between her 
outstretched legs and fitted the bloated purple head of his cock to the tiny 
tight mouth of her anus. His big prick creamed suddenly in anticipation, the 
droplet oozing into Mona's grasping bumhole. She wriggled in her sleep and 
muttered again, "Fuck ... fuck me, darling." 

Kris rubbed the giant hard head of his prick against her little brown bumpy 
anus. Mona grinned in her sleep and raised her ass a little giving him an 
easier angle of attack. In her sleep she had no objections to being 
ass-fucked, obviously. Kris wanted to shove deep into her, all at once, but 
he held himself back. She was going to be tight, damned tight, and if he 
wasn't very careful, he could hurt her. He pushed gently, getting the 
monstrously thick head of his prick perhaps half an inch into her asshole. 
So far, so good. She didn't flinch or wake up. His big pale cock gleamed 
brightly with lubricating jelly. He hoped it would be slick enough to do the 
job. 

Mona wriggled her butt impatiently. Kris licked his lips, trying to conceal 
his excitement. He pushed again, getting his giant prick into her another 
inch. She was wonderfully tight and hot. If it hadn't been for the jelly, he 
could never had penetrated her at all. He suppressed a loud moan of 
pleasure. There had never been a cunt as tight as Mona's sweet little 
bumhole. He was really going to enjoy reaming her-if she only stayed asleep 
and cooperative long enough for him to get all the way in. Gently he pushed 
again, and now his long thick penis was halfway up her ass. She was 
deliciously snug and warm. 

"Ummm," she said in her sleep. She was grinning widely now. She raised her 
butt a little higher, offering herself to him. She hugged the pillow 
tighter. "Good," she sighed. "So good." 

Kris breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't hurting ' her, and that was all he 
cared about. Slowly he inched his long thick cock up her burning tight 
rectum, trembling with pleasure as he felt all his length gripped and warmed 
by her wonderfully tight nether passage. At last his bristly balls came to 
rest against her ass, and he was all the way in. Gently he let himself down 
on Mona's smooth bare back, slipping his hands underneath her to cup her big 
soft jugs. The nipples instantly went rigid in his palms, testifying to her 
arousal. He sighed and began to work his dick in her rectum, slow and deep 
strokes that thoroughly reamed her. 

At that moment Mona woke up. 

In her sleep she'd been vaguely aware that Kris was starting to make love to 
her again, but it had taken her a long time to wake. She was in no hurry. 
Whatever he was doing, it felt marvelous, and she was content to drift 
slowly back to consciousness in a wave of sensual pleasure. He was 
stimulating her in some new way, she wasn't quite sure how, but it felt 
great. Then he was slowly penetrating her, somehow achieving much more 
friction than usual, and she was grateful for his skill. She loved the giant 
size of his cock, his ability to stuff her completely. She wondered how he 
was managing to achieve such a tight fit. As he went into her she creamed 
violently, loving it. It was going to be a delicious, tight fuck, she could 
tell that already. She felt his big hard hands slipping under her warm tits, 
felt her nipples go stiff in response to his touch. She was completely ready 
for him the instant she woke. She whimpered her joy as she felt his great 
hard cock moving slowly, deeply in her belly. , "Oh, darling," she murmured. 

"Feel good?" Kris said huskily. 

"Beautiful," said Mona. "It's so tight." 

Kris almost chuckled aloud. Things were going far better than he'd expected. 
She was so groggy with sleep, she didn't even realize yet that he was 
balling her ass, not her cunt. She'd never be able to deny, later, that she 
hadn't enjoyed it. He began to stroke and saw a little faster, a little 
harder, in her wonderfully tight hot rectum. Mona gasped and clawed the 
sheets. 

"Oh, KRIS," she said. "It's so good, so good...." 

"Glad you like it," said Kris. 

Suddenly Mona gasped and stiffened beneath him. She'd known there was 
something different about his lovemaking this time, but she hadn't 
pinpointed it till this moment. She felt her cunt . creaming heavily, but 
there was nothing in her cunt-no squirming, probing presence. Oh, my God, he 
had the wrong hole.... 

"Kris," she said in alarm. 

"Yeah, baby?" His voice was hoarse with pleasure. 

"Kris, you're not in my vagina," said Mona. " You're-you're-" 

"Uh-huh," said Kris. "I'm doing it to you in the ass. Feels great, doesn't 
it?" 

"KRIS." Mona was horrified. "Get off me at once. This is wrong." 

"Wrong?" he said. "Why? You dig it, I dig it. How can it be wrong?" 

"But, Kris-" she said, then stopped. She knew what she would say, that the 
act was "unnatural", "perverse", and "dirty". She knew what he'd reply, 
too-that she was only repeating the outdated opinions of her parents, that 
she should just relax and judge for herself. What was more important, her 
parents' opinions or Kris' feelings? Mona wanted desperately to please him, 
to be the kind of bed partner he dreamed of. She knew she hadn't been doing 
very well so far, that Kris was close to exasperation over her hang-ups. 
Very well, she'd try to do it his way. She forced herself to still the 
harping voice of her conscience, to relax, to judge impartially whether she 
liked this thing or not. After just a few moments she knew the answer. It 
felt good, really good. Her asshole was just as sensitive, just as 
responsive, as her cunt, and when Kris did it to her this way, there was 
even more delicious friction from his wonderfully big penis. If she was 
honest, she just couldn't deny that she loved it. 

"Baby?" he said. "You okay? I mean, if you really don't go for it, I'll 
stop." 

This was her chance to chicken out, but Mona decided against it. He wanted 
it badly, she was enjoying it, so why deny him his fun? "No, darling," she 
said huskily, "it's all right. I like it, Kris. I like it very much." 

Kris sighed deeply and kissed her cheek. "You're one helluva woman, you know 
that?" he said appreciatively. 

Mona purred with satisfaction. She was overjoyed to have pleased him and to 
have earned his praise. Also, the stiff reaming of her rectum was driving 
her wild with pleasure. "No more talk," she managed to say. "Do it to me, 
Kris. Fuck my ass. I love it." 

Her wanton words inflamed him. He didn't hold back any longer. He began to 
fuck Mona's tight, hot little asshole for all he was worth. She responded 
with squeals of delight. His coarse-haired balls slapped loudly against her 
ass as he gave it to her, and he began to pant and sweat. Even in his 
excitement, he was able to think how far Mona had come in just a week. Her 
sexual training wasn't going to take nearly as long as he'd feared. Really, 
there was only one step left. Mona must come to accept the fact he wanted to 
fuck Liz, too. 

Lying in the carpeted hallway, the big dog Speed whined mournfully. He'd 
willingly gone with his master when Kris left Liz' room, thinking that now 
Kris would permit him in the master bedroom again and let him in on all the 
mysterious fun. He was wrong. Kris let him go as far as the door, then shut 
him out. Speed could hear the exciting noises coming from the room, smell 
the enticing odors of sex. He wanted very badly to join his master and the 
new woman. At last he rose and clawed at the door, whining insistently. 

"Goddamn dog," came Kris' voice. "No, Speed. Bad. Go away." 

Speed whimpered as he obeyed. Why was his master being so cruel to him? 
Always Kris had taken the dog with him wherever he want, wanting the 
Dalmatian as his constant companion. Since the arrival of the new woman in 
the house, those days were over. Speed couldn't understand it. 

However, even if the master wouldn't let him in, he knew Liz would. He 
trotted down the hall to her room. More exciting noises and smells came from 
behind the door. Speed wagged his tail eagerly. This time he wouldn't be 
left out of the fun. He began to claw the door and to whine for admission. 

"Oh, Jesus," said Liz. "Speed, NO! Go away." 

It was too much for Speed. He lost control completely and began to bark and 
howl, throwing himself heavily against the door. Liz had never rejected him 
before, and it was more than the dog could stand. 

In the master bedroom Kris was groaning and shooting load after load of 
sizzling cum into Mona's bowels, while she shrieked and writhed in her 
climax. They were making so much noise that at first they didn't hear the 
dog's frantic outburst. At last, as they fought for breath, the noises came 
to them-furious barking and howling, the thud of Speed's body against Liz' 
door. 

"Kris, what in the world?" said Mona. "It sounds like trouble. Maybe we'd 
better go have a look." 

"Right," said Kris. "I don't like the sound of it." 

Meanwhile, the sounds of the dog's outburst were very clear in Liz' room, 
but Liz and Curt were trying to ignore them. "Don't pay any attention, 
darling," Liz said frantically. "Just keep fucking me. Don't stop, Curt. 
It's really feeling good now." 

That was true. In spite of the small size of Curt's cock, he was very stiff 
and hard, and he was balling her so fast that he made up for his lack of 
thickness. Liz was delirious with pleasure, very close to orgasm. Curt's 
sweaty freckled face reflected his pleasure, too. He was grinning like mad, 
his eyes feverish with the joy of fucking. Liz' cunt was like a furnace, 
getting juicier and more snug by the second. He felt a tingling in his young 
balls, a twitching in his eager little cock, which told him that he couldn't 
hold out much longer. Too bad-he'd have liked to screw all day. 

"Oh, jeez," he said, "I'm gonna cum!" 

"Good," said Liz, "me, too. Yes, right now. Oh, God, Curt, right now! 
Aaahhh, AAAHHH!" 

Liz flung her long lovely legs high in the air as she came. Proudly Curt 
began shooting his virginal cum into her, jet after delicious jet of the 
stuff. It felt so good, he couldn't even see what was going on around him, 
didn't even care. 

"Oh, my God," said Mona. "My little boy! My baby!" 

She and Kris had stepped into Liz' room, and Mona stood there horrified as 
she watched her young son humping his stepsister for all he was worth. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Oh, my God, Liz, how could you? He's only a child," said Mona, bursting 
into tears. She began to weep hysterically. 

Curt, Kris, and Liz exchanged frantic glances. They didn't want Mona to ruin 
all the fun. Curt climbed off Liz, his limp little cock dripping with cum, 
and hurried across the room to put his arms around his mother. 

"Hey, Mom," he said soothingly, "don't cry. There's no harm done. I mean, it 
had to happen sometime, right?" 

"But you're only thirteen," said Mona, sobbing. "You're just a little boy. 
Thirteen is too young for sex. Especially with a grown woman." She glared at 
Liz. 

"Mona, please," said Liz. "I know what you're thinking, but believe me, I 
didn't seduce him. He wanted it as much as I did. Like Curt said, no harm 
done. We were just having a little fun. It's nothing to be upset about." 

"'Fun'? " Mona said indignantly. "Do you call it 'fun' for a grown woman to 
seduce a little boy, to take away his innocence? I think that's pretty 
sick." 

"Now, Mona," said Kris, "all these tears and accusations aren't doing any 
good. Calm down." 

"Don't tell me to calm down," Mona said angrily. "This is all your fault. 
You and your liberal attitudes-look at the kind of daughter you raised. 
Neither you nor Liz have any morality at all. I won't let Curt be raised in 
an atmosphere like this. He and I are leaving." 

Kris and Curt looked at each other. For the first time since they met, they 
agreed about something, and they didn't even have to put it into words. Kris 
grabbed Mona under the arms, and Curt took her feet. They carried her to the 
bed and held her there. 

"What do you think you're doing?" said Mona. "Let me go. Curt, they aren't 
our kind of people-why are you cooperating with them?" 

"Mom, please calm down," said Curt. "Nothing's as terrible as you think. I 
like it here with Kris and Liz, and I want to stay. I think you want to 
stay, too, only you won't admit it. We're just holding you till you come 
around to our way of thinking." 

"I'll never do that," said Mona, weeping helplessly. "I don't think any of 
you have the slightest notion of morality." 

"Oh, yes, we do," said Liz. "It's just a different kind of morality from 
yours, Mona. We believe that everybody should be free to enjoy himself, as 
long as he's not hurting anyone else. What's wrong with that?" 

"And you don't think you were hurting Curt?" said Mona angrily. 

Curt laughed. "I sure wouldn't call it 'hurting,' Mom. It was fun. What's 
wrong with having fun?" 

"But you're too young," said Mona. 

"We're going around in circles," said Kris. "I don't think this argument is 
getting us anywhere. Let's try a demonstration instead. Liz, you and Curt 
hold her shoulders. Keep her pinned down." 

Liz and Curt took their place behind Mona, holding her down on her back, 
while Kris seized her legs, opened them wide, and stepped between them. Mona 
turned pale. "What-what are you going to do?" she asked Kris nervously. 

"Make you eat your words," said Kris, "by eating your pussy." 

".KRIS!" Mona was horrified. "Not in front of the children." 

Liz laughed. "I'm hardly a child, Mona. I don't really think you can call 
Curt a child, either. After all, he can get a cockstand now, and he can use 
it. That seems pretty grown-up to me." 

Mona sputtered in shock and outrage. Keeping a good hold on her legs Kris 
pulled them well apart and then knelt between them. While Liz and Curt 
watched with interest, his silver head dipped down into Mona's crotch and 
began to bob up and down. There were loud slurping and sucking sounds and 
Mona turned beet red. She closed her eyes, seeking vainly to hide her shame. 
"Oh, Kris, no," she said. "This is indecent." 

"Looks pretty decent to me," said Liz with a chuckle. "I wouldn't mind 
trading places with you, Mona." 

"Don't worry, Liz," Curt said earnestly. "I'll watch him and learn to do it, 
and then I can do it for you." 

"You're a sweetheart," Liz said fondly. "And a quick learner, I hope." 

"Oh, my God," said Mona. She just couldn't believe what was happening-the 
lewd conversation between her son and Liz, plus the fact that Kris was going 
down on her before an audience. Even that damned dog was watching. She could 
hear him panting nearby. He must have slipped into the room when she and 
Kris entered. Hell, why not call in the whole neighborhood? She couldn't be 
more ashamed and humiliated than she already was. Kris' noisy wet tongue was 
snaking all over the sensitive parts between her legs, tickling and sucking 
her clit, caressing and licking her labia, sneaking in and out of her cunt. 

Under any other circumstances she would have loved it, but right now she was 
determined to keep her dignity, vowing not to descend to a level of animal 
passion like the others. Someone in this house had to set an example of 
decency. It was difficult, though. What Kris was doing to her felt good, so 
good.... 

Liz licked her lips and watched as her father noisily ate Mona's pussy. God, 
how she wished he was doing that to her. There was nothing she liked better 
than oral sex, having a man go down on her, sucking a man's cock. She felt 
her own pussy grow hot and wet with excitement. She hoped Curt was telling 
the truth, that he wanted to learn to do it so he could please Liz. That 
would be marvelous. She sneaked a quick glance at Curt and found that the 
boy was studying the scene in utter fascination. Good, she hoped he learned 
something. 

Curt had tried to keep his promise to Liz. He watched Kris carefully for 
awhile, trying to see where the older man put his tongue and what he did 
with it. Curt was distracted, however, by being so close to his beautiful 
mother when she was naked. True, he'd seen her through the keyhole before, 
but it was nothing like this, not like actually holding her and touching 
her. Mona's skin was so silky and soft, she smelled so nice, and Jesus, she 
was lovely. Her fluffy little snatch was golden, the same color as her hair. 
She had really big knockers, too, just as big as Liz', except that her 
nipples were a pretty strawberry pink, while Liz' were the color of coffee 
and cream. He liked them both. Right now, however, all his attention was on 
Mona, especially the way her big jugs quivered and bounced while Kris sucked 
her pussy. It made Curt very excited. He wondered if maybe Kris would let 
him take over pretty soon. He'd love to do that for Mona. 

Kris licked industriously all through Mona's fragrant wet parts, hoping to 
arouse her. She had to be taught a lesson. Today's bitter scene must never 
be repeated. If she was going to be his wife and live in his house, she was 
going to have to shape up fast and get rid of her stupid Victorian attitudes 
about sex. He wasn't going to be slow and patient with her any longer, not 
after the terrible things she'd said to Curt and Liz. She must shape up or 
ship out right away. Because he loved her, he prayed that she could make the 
adjustment to a new and better morality, but if she didn't he'd just have to 
let her go. 

If Mona had known what Kris was thinking, she would have panicked. It would 
kill her to lose him, even though right now she was angry with him and 
shocked at his behavior. She was getting more and more turned on by his 
expert tonguing of her pussy, but she didn't want to show her passion in 
front of Liz and Curt. She felt Kris' tongue rimming and teasing her 
sensitive little clit, and she had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning 
her pleasure. Then his tongue was snaking stiffly into her vagina, and she 
helplessly moved her hips in time to his strokes, loving it. Still she 
managed not to make a sound. 

"Come on, Mona," Liz urged, "let it all out. You don't have to be shy around 
us. Nobody will put you down for it. Show us your real feelings. If you dig 
what Daddy's doing, show it." 

Curt agreed one hundred percent with Liz' advice. He couldn't understand why 
his mother had all these ridiculous hang-ups about sex. Why couldn't she 
just relax and enjoy herself? Why did she have to make such a big deal of 
it? He could see right now, from the way her body was flushed and quivering, 
from the way she struggled not to make a sound, that she was fighting her 
own instincts. It was ridiculous. He decided to help Kris out. "Liz," he 
said, "do you think you can hold her alone? There's something I want to do." 

"Sure," said Liz, "go ahead." 

Curt let go of Mona's shoulder and scrambled down beside her, planting his 
mouth on one of her huge white wobbling tits. With only a little fumbling, 
he managed to get one of the pretty bright pink nipples between his lips. He 
tickled it with his tongue, then sucked the sweet-tasting bumpy flesh into 
his mouth and began to suck it like a hungry puppy. It was fun. As he sucked 
swiftly and noisily on her nipple, he played with her great ripe jugs, 
molding and cupping them in his small hands. 

Mona gasped at the sudden pleasure of having her nipples sucked, but almost 
immediately she realized that Kris couldn't be doing it, because Kris still 
had his tongue deep in her aroused cunt. Her eyes fluttered open, and she 
gasped in horror. 

"Curt, NO! It isn't right! Stop that at once," she said, horrified. 

Her own son, her only child, was kneeling naked beside her, sucking her 
nipple with apparent glee. It was just too awful. He paid not a bit of 
attention to her protests. God, they had already corrupted him-Kris and his 
slut of a daughter. "Oh, please, Liz," she moaned desperately, "make him 
stop. Tell him how wrong it is." 

"Sorry, dear," said Liz, "but I can't do that. I don't see anything wrong 
with it. In fact I think you're out of your mind not to relax and enjoy what 
they're doing to you. It's sure making me horny." 

Mona would never have admitted it, but it was making her very horny, too. 
Curt's hot wet little mouth felt delicious on her tender nipple, and now 
Kris was mischievously licking and rimming her anus, arousing her 
unbearably. My God, she thought, what am I going to do? Her pussy was red 
hot and creaming heavily, surely Kris would notice in a moment. He'd see 
that all this wicked play had aroused her, and he'd tell the others. It was 
just too awful. 

Curt popped his mouth off her wet nipple and said eagerly, "Kris, could we 
change places? I'd like to try what you're doing." 

Kris reached up to rumple the boy's hair, grinning at him. "Sure, kid," he 
said. "Just remember to keep your tongue stiff and keep it moving. That's 
about all there is to eating pussy." 

"Oh, no, no," said Mona, beginning to weep again. 

It had to be a nightmare, her new husband teaching her son to give head-on 
his own mother, of all things. Mona waited in horror while man and boy 
exchanged places beside her helplessly pinned body. Then she felt her son's 
hot moist breath on the tender tissues of her labia. Oh, God, it just 
couldn't be happening-but it was! Curt's small tongue darted out and began 
to lick and tickle between her legs, running swiftly from clit to anus. 

"That's the way," Kris said approvingly. "You've got the idea now, Curt." 

Kris flashed Mona a grin. She might have found it sexy under any other 
circumstances. As it was, she glared tearfully at him, wanting him to know 
how deeply she disapproved of his behavior. He laughed and gave her the 
finger. Then he bent over her big ripe breasts and began to mold them 
expertly in his large hands, his tongue flashing out wetly to lap her 
sensitive red nipples. Mona closed her eyes again, trying to blot out every 
pleasurable sensation. 

It was impossible. Kris' expert sucking was, making her tits swell up almost 
painfully with arousal. Curt's busy little tongue was making her pussy cream 
violently. It was all she could do to keep from wailing her pleasure. She 
clenched her teeth to stifle the sounds of her passion. She'd never be able 
to face any of them again if she revealed how much she was enjoying this 
lewd and wicked play with her body. 

Curt was enthralled with his close examination of all the parts his mother 
had previously hidden from him. For thirteen years she'd been so careful not 
to let him see her body. Often he tried to glimpse her by peeking through 
the keyhole in the bathroom, but she'd always remember to stuff something in 
the keyhole. It was the same way with her bedroom door. Curt had been 
thirsting for this moment. He was surprised to discover how really beautiful 
she was down there. All her tissues were a pretty pink color, except for her 
small slit which was bright red. She tasted nice, too. 

Under his busily lapping tongue, her labia and clit swelled up tight and 
hot. He found the small slitted mouth of her cunt and poked his tongue in 
there. It was very hot and wet, and it was a tighter fit than Liz' more 
experienced vagina. Curt longed to put his peter in there. Maybe Kris would 
let him do that later. If so, he'd never be jealous of Kris again. There'd 
be no reason for jealousy, if Kris shared Mona the way he shared Liz. 

Curt moved his tongue stiffly down through Mona's swollen labial folds, 
through her sticky fragrant cream, till he reached the small tight mouth of 
her anus. Curiosity overcame him, and he started trying to stuff his tongue 
in there, too. Mona gasped in horror and tightened her anal mouth, trying to 
keep him out. This only whetted the boy's determination, and he made his 
tongue tip as stiff as he could, jabbing it insistently against the bumpy 
little hole. Then Mona sighed and relaxed, rather to his wonder. He didn't 
wait to puzzle out her reaction, though. Quickly he slid his tongue into her 
pungent anus, pushing it in as far as he could, right to the root. The taste 
was different from her cunt, but just as exciting. He began to ream her 
eagerly with his stiff little tongue, making a loud slurping noise. Mona 
gave a hoarse groan, and suddenly hot cream spat out of her cunt to wet his 
nose. From his experience with Liz, he knew this meant he was getting her 
excited. He felt proud. 

Mona blushed horribly, thoroughly ashamed of herself. Her little boy had his 
tongue in her asshole, a terrible thing, and she was going wild with 
pleasure. She'd given herself away by moaning. Why was she being so 
shameless? Why couldn't she control herself? Was she just as wicked and 
immoral as the others, in spite of her words? 

Kris raised his face from her quivering pale boobs and studied her. He 
grinned. He knew all the signs of her arousal now, the flushed face, the 
bared teeth, the rolling eyes, and the helpless noises of passion. No doubt 
about it, she was horny as hell. This was his chance to teach her a lesson. 
The whole scene had gotten him hotly turned on, too, and his big cock was 
stiff and ready for the job. 

"Okay, Curt," he said, "that'll do. Time for something else." 

Curt scrambled out from between his mother's legs, eager to see what the 
older, more experienced man had in mind. Kris confidently took Curt's place, 
kneeling between Mona's thighs. Everyone noticed now that his giant cock was 
hard and swollen, grossly erect. His great silver-haired balls were puffed 
up with ready cum, and the purplish head of his big prick was oozing thick 
cream. 

Liz licked her lips hungrily and stared longingly at her father's 
magnificent erection. Curt gazed at it, too, with envy, wishing his 
half-grown cock would hurry up and complete its development so he could have 
a tool like that. Mona gawked at Kris' huge stiff prick also, but with 
horror. 

'Oh, no, Kris," she said, "not in front of other people. Please, not that." 

"Why not?" said Kris, grinning and wedging the thick creaming head of his 
cock into her dripping little vaginal hole. "Are you ashamed of your own 
feelings, Mona? Are you ashamed of the fact that you like to fuck? There's 
no reason why you should be. It's a perfectly normal bodily function, just 
like eating and sleeping. Nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to hide it." 

He pushed roughly into her, slamming his great thick cock all the way to her 
womb. "AAAHHH," wailed Mona. She couldn't help that outburst-it felt so 
damned good, she wanted it so much. Then she blushed and pressed her lips 
tightly together, seeking to stifle any other noises of pleasure. 

Kris laughed. "Oh, come off it, baby. No more crap, okay? We're not fooled. 
We know you dig it. Come on, Mona, let's show the rest of the family how you 
love to ball." 

He began to fuck her in quick hard strokes, just the way she liked it best. 
For a moment Mona was still able to control herself. She saw Liz and Curt 
watching with intense interest, watching Kris' big pale cock going in and 
out of her cunt, and this inhibited her. Then she made the mistake of 
closing her eyes. All she could feel, all she was aware of, was the 
marvelous feeling of being stuffed and probed by Kris' wonderfully long 
thick penis. It felt so great, she just couldn't hold herself back any 
longer. 

"Aaahhh, AAAHHH," she whined. 

"Tell us, baby, tell us," Kris panted. "You love it, don't you?" 

"Ohhh, God, YES," cried Mona. "Yes, I love it." 

"Welcome to the club," said Kris. "You hear that, everybody? Mona loves to 
fuck." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Mona knew she'd be ashamed of herself later, but there was nothing she could 
do about it. Kris was giving her the greatest fuck of her life, and there 
was no way she could refrain from shrieking her enjoyment, no way she could 
inhibit the eager movement of her pelvis in time to his delicious deep 
strokes. Everyone knew her secret now, her deeply sensual nature-even her 
own teenage son. 

Liz and Curt watched in fascination as Kris' hugely thick pale cock flashed 
in and out of Mona's wet little hole, steaming and glistening with her 
abundant juices. Liz was writhing with envy of Mona, and Curt was almost 
miserable with jealousy of Kris. It was a super fuck, and they were being 
left out of it. 

Liz accidentally rubbed against Curt, and suddenly she grinned. She had 
forgotten all about the boy, in the excitement of subduing Mona. She didn't 
lack for a partner after all. "Daddy," she said, "can we let go of her now?" 

Kris flashed her a sweaty grin. "Sure, honey. I don't think she's going to 
run away." 

Liz and Curt released their hold on Mona and, sure enough, she didn't try to 
escape. She just lay there gurgling happily while Kris fucked her. Liz and 
Curt exchanged grins. Now that they had Mona where they wanted her, they 
could begin to enjoy themselves. Liz made a grab for Curt, knocking him onto 
his back, and quickly scrambled between his slim legs. 

"Hey," said Curt, "what the hell?" 

"How'd you like your cock sucked, sonny?" Liz said mischievously. 

"Wow, yeah," said Curt, "I could really go for that." 

Liz' glossy black hair bounced as she dipped her head into the boy's crotch. 
Curt let out a yelp of delight as he felt her hot wet mouth taking in his 
floppy pale little cock. Liz began to suck him noisily and hungrily, and 
Curt closed his eyes in utter bliss. The fun didn't last long, however. 
Suddenly, there was his mother's voice, angry and shrieking. 

"Liz, what in God's name are you doing? Kris, this is outrageous. Make them 
stop." 

There was silence in the room for a moment as everyone glared at Mona. Kris, 
his long prick still buried in her belly, seemed angrier than anyone else. 
"Man, oh man," he said at last, "you really take the prize, baby. I mean, it 
really upsets you to see anybody else having fun, doesn't it? It's okay for 
you to do it, but everybody else is some kind of pervert, right? Well, as 
far as I'm concerned, baby, you can go fuck yourself. I've had it." 

Mona stared at him in horror. She'd done it, she'd blown her chances with 
Kris. "Oh, please," she said, bursting into tears. 

"Go to hell," said Kris. "I'm sick of your phoniness." 

"Daddy, wait," said Liz. "I think I have an idea." She put her hand on her 
father's shoulder, soothing him. She knew how much he and Mona loved each 
other in spite of their differences, and she didn't want to see the marriage 
broken up. Desperately she tried to think of a plan. "Just stay where you 
are, Daddy," she said at last. "Keep fucking Mona. While you're doing it, I 
want to show her something." 

Kris shrugged, but he did as Liz asked, working his thick meat slowly in and 
out of Mona's cunt. In spite of herself, Mona whimpered and moved with him. 
She just couldn't get enough of his big cock, no matter in what 
circumstances. She wondered what Liz had in mind. 

"Come over here, near your mother," Liz said to Curt. 

The boy looked puzzled, but he obeyed, coming to lie close to Mona. They 
blushed at the sight of each other. Mona was ashamed to be fucking in front 
of her son, and Curt had the feeling he was going to catch hell later for 
siding with Kris and Liz. "Now, Mona," said Liz, "just take a look at your 
son. Watch what happens." 

Neither Curt nor Mona had any idea what Liz was up to. She had a mysterious 
grin on her face. Lying on the other side of Curt, so that he was sandwiched 
in between the two women, she reached out and picked up his small pale limp 
cock, waving it tauntingly in Mona's direction. 

"Look at that, Mona," she said. "Does this belong to a mere child?" 

Mona blushed scarlet. She hadn't been able to refrain from gawking at Curt's 
half-grown prick when Liz picked it up, and it was true, Curt's cock and 
balls had grown since the years when she gave him his bath and helped him 
dress. "Please, Liz," she said weakly, "I don't think this is right." 

Liz paid no attention to her protests. "Now watch," she said. "He's even 
bigger when he's hard." 

She curled her fingers around Curt's small soft prick and began to pump it. 
Curt gave a stifled gasp of pleasure, and Mona couldn't help looking to see 
what was happening. Liz bent down and began to tongue his immature dick, her 
pink tongue flashing wetly up and down the flaccid shaft, over his limp rosy 
balls, and up his prick again all the way to the wrinkled, pointed tip. Curt 
sighed and closed his eyes, his freckled face wreathed in a blissful smile. 
This, more than anything else, alerted Mona to the truth of what Liz was 
saying. Curt wasn't a little boy any longer, not if he could enjoy Liz' sex 
play so keenly. In her heart Mona knew Liz was right, that the boy was 
sexually mature and shouldn't be cheated of the pleasure his body demanded. 
Mona knew only too well how frustrating it could be. As Kris continued to 
work his wonderfully thick cock in her seething, steaming cunt, she knew she 
should be ashamed for having denied her son the same pleasure. 

"Now watch," said Liz. She dipped her head again, and Curt's cute little 
pale dick disappeared, suddenly slurped into her greedy mouth. She began to 
suck him noisily, juicily. The boy squealed his delight and began to pump 
his slim hips, feeding her his eager meat. His handsome face twisted in a 
grimace of horny pleasure. Mona watched in helpless fascination. Meanwhile 
Kris was forgetting his anger in the pleasure of screwing her. His breath 
came faster and harsher, and he stumbled forward and hard to steady himself 
by seizing her hips. His long thick cock worked ever faster inside her, 
arousing Mona to almost insane heights of joy. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "so good. Aaahhh!" 

Kris grinned down at her. "You're a pain in the ass sometimes, baby, but I 
love you," he said. 

Mona's eyes misted over. Again she felt how lucky she was to have this 
remarkable man. She held out her arms, and Kris sank down on her, flattening 
her wobbling tits under his chest. Mona whimpered happily and wrapped her 
long legs around his waist, urging him to dig deeper into her already 
stuffed and reamed vagina. Meanwhile Liz continued her expert blow-job, 
sucking Curt's small cock with obscene loudness. Curt bared his teeth in a 
smile of bliss and clawed the bed. 

Liz wanted very much to continue her tasty sucking until the kid shot his 
delicious load into her mouth, but it wasn't part of her plan. She knew some 
sacrifice was necessary in order to bring Mona around to their way of 
thinking. Once and for all Mona had to forget her silly outmoded ideas about 
sex being evil and nasty. Liz worked diligently, and in a few minutes she 
had achieved the result she wanted. Curt's boyish prick went hard as steel 
in her mouth, nudging almost painfully against her palate, and she felt his 
young balls swelling up tight and hot to rub her chin. Her work was done. 
She let his slippery little dick pop from her mouth, and it stood straight 
up from his belly, stiff and fat, the bright red head oozing creamy 
droplets. 

"Take a look at that, Mona," she said. "You still think he's just a little 
kid?" 

Mona gawked at her son's rigid half-grown cock. There was no denying the 
fact that he had an erection, that he was no longer a child. Somehow she 
couldn't take her eyes off that sweet hard little penis. It looked so pure 
and delicate to her, so pale and handsome. She saw that Curt had no pubic 
hair, just a golden down on his lower belly, and yet his prick was halfway 
to maturity already. His rosy balls, round and swollen, looked as inviting 
as his small stiff cock. She turned her head for a better look. She couldn't 
understand her own reaction, yet saliva was pooling in her mouth and she was 
aching to get closer to her son's adorable little dick. 

"Move closer," Liz whispered to Curt. "Give her a taste." 

Curt knew he'd catch hell later for cooperating in Liz' wicked plan, but 
what the hell? He was in trouble already. He slid closer to his mother and 
saw that her eyes were wide with longing as she gawked at his small stiff 
cock. She licked her lips hungrily as it approached her face. Curt poked his 
rigid prick within an inch of her lips, and she made a low moaning sound. 

In spite of his sweaty passion, Kris was beginning to get interested in Liz' 
scheme, too. He glanced at Liz and winked, to show that he understood what 
she was up to. He watched Mona and saw the hungry, almost feverish look in 
her wide blue eyes. She licked her lips as she studied the pretty, pale 
little cock. Just then a pearly droplet of cream bubbled from the tip of 
Curt's fattened little dick. Mona made a hoarse sound of longing, and 
suddenly her tongue shot out. She licked up the little white droplet of 
juice from the head of her son's cock, rolled it around on her tongue, and 
swallowed it. 

She didn't know what possessed her to do that. She felt deeply ashamed of 
herself, yet she couldn't resist. His boyish juice tasted delicious to her. 
She looked up and saw the ecstasy on Curt's freckled face. Oh, God, this was 
all wrong. She shouldn't be doing such things to her own son. 

"Go on, Mona," said Liz. "Suck him off. No harm in it." 

It was very, very tempting. Mona wanted more than anything in the world to 
take that adorable stiff white cock in her mouth, to taste it and suck it. 
One last vestige of modesty held her back, however. Really, it would be 
going too far. "Oh, no," she said miserably, "I couldn't do that. You do it, 
Liz." 

Well, Liz thought, it was close. Considering all Mona's hang-ups, they'd 
certainly come very close to getting her turned on by her own kid. Liz knew 
better than to push the matter any farther. Mona could become hysterical 
with guilt. "Okay," said Liz, "but you don't know what you're missing." 

Greedily Liz bent over Curt once more and sucked his stiff little cock into 
her mouth. She liked the fat weight on her tongue, liked the light salty 
flavor of his juices. She began to suck him in perfect contentment, rubbing 
her chin against his flopping little balls. Curt sighed happily. He'd been 
hoping his mother would blow him, but he knew that was too much to expect. 
Liz did it awfully damned well, anyhow. He sure wasn't going to protest. He 
felt the delicious fiery heat of her mouth, the pleasant bath of her hot 
saliva, and he whinnied like a colt and began to pump his hips furiously, 
feeding her his stiff and ready meat. Man, oh man, it felt good. Liz' tongue 
was snaking and curling all around his jabbing cock, sending blinding jolts 
of pleasure through his whole body. He wouldn't last long at this rate. 

Kris was equally close to climax, but he couldn't quite get it off. Mona's 
eager cunt was wonderfully tight and hot and juicy, but he'd fucked so much 
that day, his reactions seemed to be numbed. Several times he was just on 
the point of shooting, yet he couldn't get over the edge. He realized he 
needed some added stimulus. To do it to her in the ass, for instance-her 
nice tight, hot little asshole-that would surely bring him off, if only Mona 
would cooperate. 

Mona, too, was just on the brink of cumming. In a way she was horrified to 
watch her young son having his prick loudly sucked by his own stepsister, 
and yet the sight aroused her, too. She didn't understand her wicked 
fascination with the scene, but she couldn't take her eyes off it. Liz' 
greedy wet lips flew up and down the pale stiff shaft of Curt's cock, 
leaving it gleaming with her spit. Curt whined and squealed and pumped his 
hips, obviously digging the fun as much as any grownup could. Mona licked 
her lips as she watched, envying Liz that delicious mouthful of young cock. 
The whole thing aroused her till she was just on the point of climaxing, and 
she arched her body stiffly to get more friction from Kris' pounding prick. 
Just a few more thrusts and she'd be there.... 

Suddenly he withdrew from her, his great slick cock waving heavily before 
him. "Baby," he said, gasping, "roll over. I wanta do it to you in the ass." 

Mona blushed horribly. Was nothing to remain a secret? Now Liz and Curt knew 
the true extent of her lustiness, knew she'd even take it in the ass. It was 
horribly embarrassing, but she didn't hesitate to obey Kris' request. He 
wanted it too badly-and so did she. She'd regret it later, no doubt, but she 
just had to finish this fuck, no matter how. She felt she'd die if Kris 
didn't bring her off. Feverishly she rolled over onto her belly, sticking 
her slim little ass into the air. 

"That's my girl," said Kris. 

He seized her writhing hips, steadied her, and managed to wedge the thick 
head of his cock into the tiny clenched mouth of her anus. The fit was very 
tight. He gritted his teeth and pushed, making little progress. Mona was 
whimpering with pain. She realized that she was tensing up, making it 
impossible for Kris to penetrate her. She relaxed the sphincter muscles 
rimming her anus, and with a great sigh Kris sank his mammoth cock into her 
rectum, slowly gliding to full penetration. Mona let out a howl, half of 
surprise and half of pleasure as he slowly stuffed her. She couldn't get 
over how good it felt. 

"Okay, baby, let's get it on," said Kris. 

He gripped her hips rightly and began to bugger her in long, slow, deep 
strokes. Mona lost control of herself completely. Her blue eyes rolled 
wildly in ecstasy, and her white teeth glinted as she screeched and moaned 
her intense pleasure. Her big pale tits swayed and shook as Kris balled her 
with increasing force, and her lovely body mottled red all over with 
helpless arousal. 

"Oh, God, yes, yes, yeeesss," she said. "Do it, do it to me." 

Liz had paused in her furious sucking of Curt's stiff little cock to see 
what all the excitement was about. Curt, too, was fascinated. As Liz raised 
her head for a look at the action, his rigid little dick popped from her 
lips, gleaming with her saliva, but neither of them noticed what had 
happened. They gawked at the older couple, saw Kris' enormous thick pale 
dick reaming laboriously in Mona's tiny brown asshole. They saw Mona going 
crazy with pleasure, clawing the bed and whining and shouting. They saw 
Kris' handsome face twisted in a snarl of lust as he relentlessly reamed and 
probed his wife's tight rectum, his bristly balls slapping loudly against 
her white buttocks. The fit of his giant thick cock in her tiny tight 
asshole seemed impossible, and yet clearly both Kris and Mona were enjoying 
it immensely. 

"Jeez," said Curt, "that looks like fun." 

"It certainly does," said Liz, who was envying Mona with all her heart. 

"Could we do it, Liz?" said Curt. "Please?" Assfucking was one experience 
Liz had never had. It had always seemed to her as if it would hurt terribly. 
Watching Mona now, she knew that wasn't true. If Mona could take Kris' huge 
dick in her asshole, then surely Liz could manage Curt's adolescent cock. 
She was eager to try. Mona was going out of her skull with pleasure, and 
there was no pleasure on earth that Liz wanted to pass up. 

"Okay, Curt," she said, grinning wickedly at him, "let's give it a try." 

Liz got onto her hands and knees right alongside Mona, hoisting her pale ass 
in the air, and Curt eagerly scrambled behind her, kneeling and grasping her 
hips for support. Writhing with impatience he fitted the tight cherry red 
head of his cock to the brown wrinkle of her anus. Liz obligingly relaxed 
the tight anal muscle, and he felt his small stiff cock slipping into her. 
Almost at once he experienced intense pleasure. It was far better than he'd 
imagined. Liz' asshole was very, very tight, perfectly suited to his 
half-grown and somewhat skinny prick. He moaned and pushed deeper into her, 
till his balls came to rest against her ass and his whole eager cock was 
tightly gripped by her slick anal walls. It was perfect, just the kind of 
snug, hot, velvety sheath he needed for his immature penis. "Oh, Jesus, 
Liz," he said, panting with excitement, "it's super. Really great." 

"Ummm," said Liz. "You better believe it." 

Liz, too, was amazed at how good it felt. She'd known vaguely that the anus 
could be a source of sexual pleasure, but she'd never quite believed it till 
now. It was just like being fucked in the vagina, only with even more 
delicious friction, even more powerful sensations. She sighed deeply and 
began to move her buttocks urgently, signaling to Curt the motions she 
wanted. The boy responded vigorously, working his stiff little cock deep 
into her steamy rectum, swift and hard. Liz wailed her pleasure, and rivers 
of hot juice gushed from her pussy. 

"Oh, yes, love," she whispered, "that's beautiful. Fuck me, Curt. Fuck my 
ass." 

Mona heard her. She opened her eyes and saw her young son happily jabbing 
his stiff little pale prick in and out of Liz' brown anus. For a moment she 
wanted to cry out to them to stop, that it was wicked and evil, that Curt 
was too young for such things. Then she smiled and closed her eyes again, 
telling herself to quit being such an old spoilsport. Curt and Liz were 
entitled to some fun, too. After all, she could hardly lie there shrieking 
with pleasure while Kris balled her asshole, and deny the same fun to the 
kids. Besides, she was so close to orgasm, she wouldn't have been able to 
stop if a whole battalion of cops had raced into the room. 

"Ahhh, AAAHHH," gasped Kris. 

The wonderfully tight hot fit of Mona's little rectum was too much for him. 
He began shooting his load into her bowels in long sizzling jets, and as he 
did so, he fumbled around and found Mona's fat little clit, rubbing it for 
all he was worth, bringing her off, too. Mona whined shrilly as convulsions 
of pleasure shook her body, making her big white jugs sway and bounce. 
Steaming juice spat from her cunt to splatter against Kris' belly. Overcome 
with pleasure, he sank down on her, his long cock still squirting and 
squirming deep in her asshole. 

Dizzily Kris and Mona rode out the last spasms of their climax and watched 
Liz and Curt, who were still humping industriously beside them. The boy was 
red in the face with effort, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, but he 
was clearly having the time of his life. Liz was panting and grinning, 
enjoying every fierce jab of his little cock, and her big pale tits were 
swollen tight with arousal, bouncing heavily as Curt's happy humping shook 
her body.. His rosy little testicles, tight with cum, slapped sharply 
against her ass, and his stiff little dick made juicy squishing and slurping 
noises in her tight rectum. Liz began to howl and claw the bed. 

"Oh, oh, OOOHHH," she wailed. "I'm cumming, Curt, oh, God, YES!" 

Curt felt her hot rectum grow even tighter around his frantically jabbing 
cock. With a shrill squeal he felt his balls spitting out their load, felt a 
fiery ripple up the length of his straining little prick, and then the 
dizzying joy of pumping out his load into Liz' bowels. He and Liz shrieked 
and panted together in mutual climax, Liz falling flat down onto the bed and 
Curt landing on top of her. He screwed and reamed her soaked asshole for all 
he was worth, till he hadn't a drop of cum left. 

"Oh, wow," he sighed. "Fantastic." 

"That's putting it mildly," said Liz with a deep sigh. 

Mona closed her eyes. Now that her passion was spent, she realized with 
deepening shock what kind of orgy she'd just been a party to. She wondered 
how she could have done it. It was bad enough letting a man do it to her in 
the ass. It was even worse to let him do it in front of other people. All 
this paled, however, in comparison to doing it in front of her own son. 
Curt, barely thirteen years old, had watched his mother being buggered, and 
he, in turn, had bum-fucked his own stepsister, with his mother's tacit 
permission. Mona was stunned with shame and horror. How in the world could 
she have permitted such a thing? In a moment, when she had caught her breath 
and organized her thoughts, she would have to speak to the others, make it 
clear that such things couldn't continue. It might cost her her marriage and 
Kris' love, but it was her duty to Curt. She couldn't let her child be 
exposed to such wickedness. She wished it wasn't necessary. She felt she 
couldn't live without Kris, but her first duty was to her son. 

As the two couples lay panting and sighing after their exertions, the dog 
Speed watched them mournfully. He'd been admitted into the room this time, 
albeit accidentally, and he'd seen just what human activity produced all 
those exciting sounds and odors. He hadn't been permitted to take part in 
the fun, however, and it was almost more than he could bear. He knew now 
just how to get his satisfaction with a human female, but neither of them 
was available to him. The big Dalmatian felt neglected and left out. He'd 
fucked Liz just a little while earlier, so why couldn't he have her now? 
Everything seemed so unfair. Why was he being treated like this? What had he 
done to deserve punishment? 

Speed whined plaintively, and Kris absently reached out to pat him on the 
head. Some consolation. Speed was grateful for his master's show of 
affection, but it didn't begin to satisfy the age-old need which possessed 
him. The smell of sex was strong and sharp in the air, and Speed wouldn't be 
satisfied until he had obeyed his instincts. His doggy testicles were 
swollen tight with his seed, and his long red canine penis had grown stiff 
and bloated. He eyed Liz hungrily. 

Would she let him do it again? Would the boy ever climb off her and give 
Speed a chance? 

To the big dog's disappointment, Curt remained happily in place, his limp 
cock held tight in Liz' soaked asshole. Curt didn't want to move just yet, 
and Liz didn't want him to, either. Mischievously he reached around her and 
began to play with her big, hot doughy tits. Liz sighed happily. 

"Curt, stop that," said Mona. "There's been enough wickedness in this house 
today." 

Everyone gawked at her. "Oh, for Christ's sake, Mona," said Kris. "I thought 
you were finished with that old shit." 

"I beg your pardon," Mona said coldly. "I know right from wrong. I know that 
what we did was wicked, and I won't have Curt exposed to it any longer than 
necessary. Curt, get up and get dressed. You and I are getting out of here." 
Tearfully she turned and looked at Kris, who still lay on top of her. "I 
love you, Kris," she said, "but our beliefs are just too different. Our 
marriage would never work." 

"By God, I agree with that," Kris said angrily. "You just go ahead and 
leave, baby. I'll find a woman who lives in the Twentieth Century." 

Angrily he jerked his limp cock out of Mona's anus and stood up. Mona burst 
into tears. Curt was gawking at her in disbelief. "Mother," he said at last, 
"this is crazy. We all love each other, we all have fun together-why do you 
have to spoil it? I don't understand." Mona wiped back her tears. "Never 
mind," she said. "You're too young to understand now. Just do as I say. Get 
up and put on your clothes. We're leaving as soon as we can pack." 

"Oh, Mona, for heaven's sake," said Liz, "don't be ridiculous." 

Mona paid no attention to her. Wearily she struggled to her hands and knees, 
gathering the courage to rise and walk out of Kris' life forever. She saw 
them all gawking in her direction, saw that Curt hadn't budged. "Hurry up, 
Curt," she said. "I won't stand for disobedience." 

What Mona didn't realize was that the others weren't staring at her. They 
were staring at Speed. As soon as Kris crawled off her body, the Dalmatian 
had come sniffing over to her, attracted by the strong sexual odors of her 
streaming, soaked pussy. Mona didn't notice him. Kris was standing just 
behind her, out of her line of vision, and when she felt the hot moist 
breath on her naked slit, she assumed it was her husband. He was trying to 
turn her on, of course, but she wasn't going to succumb this time. She tried 
to ignore the pleasant sensations. 

Kris, Liz, and Curt said nothing. They watched as the Dalmatian crawled 
closer and closer to Mona's pussy, wriggling carefully between her legs, 
being careful not to brush her with his fur. At first the three onlookers 
were shocked, then amused. Clearly Mona didn't realize what was happening, 
and they weren't about to tell her. After her prudish outburst it would 
serve her right to get her cunt licked by a dog. It would be really funny, 
in fact. They didn't dare look at each other, for fear of laughing, but they 
were in silent agreement not to warn her of Speed's approach. Kris stepped 
farther behind her, to add to the illusion that he was the one breathing 
hotly on her pussy. Just then Speed lost control of himself and flicked out 
his long red wet tongue to lick hungrily at Mona's fragrant slick labia. 

"Ooooo," said Mona. In spite of herself, she felt intense pleasure. Damnit, 
she never could resist when Kris ate her pussy. 

Meeting no resistance, Speed began to lick faster at Mona's good-tasting 
scarlet slit, his long doggy tongue flashing in and out of her tender labial 
folds. 

"Oh, God," said Mona, closing her eyes. "OOOOO!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Kris had eaten her pussy many times, but never so skillfully and deliciously 
as now. Mona wondered just what he was doing differently. Somehow his tongue 
seemed longer, hotter, and stiffer. She would have turned her head for a 
look, but the pleasure was so exquisite that all she could do was lie there 
moaning and panting. She went limp on her belly, opening her legs wide for 
him, loving everything he did to her. Oh, God, it was wrong of her to 
succumb to sensual temptation again, but she just couldn't help it. In a few 
minutes she'd have to carry out her duty, taking Curt and leaving her new 
home and husband forever. She decided to permit herself this one last 
pleasure. It might be a long time before she had a man again, and she knew 
she'd never find one as good as Kris. 

"Aaahhh, darling," she moaned. 

Kris, Curt and Liz exchanged amused glances. Clearly Mona had no idea it was 
Speed, not Kris, who was licking her pussy. Nobody was going to give the 
game away, either. It looked like their last chance to change Mona's mind, 
to overcome her stubborn puritanical attitudes. As they watched Mona sighing 
and panting, they prayed that the dog would succeed where they had failed. 
Liz and Curt quietly and discreetly moved to the other side of the bed and 
lay there in each other's arms, not wanting to disturb Mona. It was very 
important that she succumb completely to the dog. After a thing like that, 
she could hardly call the rest of them wicked or immoral. Liz and Curt held 
hands tightly, hardly daring to breathe. If only Mona remained ignorant till 
it was too late.... 

Kris played his part in the charade, too. Standing behind his wife so she 
couldn't see him, he watched Speed's performance carefully, and whenever the 
dog paused in his licking and tonguing, Kris murmured something to Mona, 
adding to her impression that he, not the dog, was eating her pussy. 

"Good for you, baby?" he said. 

"Oh, God, lovely," said Mona. 

Behind her back, he made a victory sign to Liz and Curt, and they had to 
tighten their faces to keep from sniggering. Meanwhile Speed was having the 
time of his life. At last he'd been permitted to join in the fun, and with 
the new woman as well. Her juicy gushing pussy tasted delicious to him, and 
he tongued and licked her avidly, running his long red doggy tongue hungrily 
over the plump bud of her clit, through the puffed convolutions of her 
labia, over the bumpy brown mouth of her anus. He wriggled the stiffened tip 
of his wet tongue into the steamy little mouth of her cunt and found even 
more good juices to lick and swallow. With a deep sigh he stuffed his 
lolling red tongue deep into her vagina, reaming and probing her, eating all 
her hot salty cream. 

Mona wailed her pleasure. She couldn't understand how Kris was getting his 
tongue so far into her, but she certainly wasn't going to ask any questions 
now. Impaled on his long stiff tongue, she whimpered and sobbed her joy, 
throwing her long legs as far apart as she could. She knew they were all 
watching her, and that young Curt was really getting an eyeful, but she just 
couldn't stop now. She had to let Kris go on wetly licking and sucking all 
her sensitive parts. 

"Oh, darling," she said hoarsely, "it feels so good. I love it." 

Kris winked at the others. He was having a hard time stifling his laughter. 
Poor old Mona was going to be horrified when she learned what was going on. 
She deserved it, too, for being such a prude. Maybe this would teach her a 
lesson,. Kris sincerely hoped so, because in spite of everything, he didn't 
want to lose her. Mona had the potential of becoming a superb bedmate, if 
only she could get over her silly Victorian ideas about sex. 

Speed licked noisily in Mona's cunt, setting up a loud slurping and 
squishing sound. His tail wagged happily, and he shivered in his keen 
enjoyment of her body. The faster he licked her, the more she creamed. She 
knew her cream was coming out in floods now, wetting the bed beneath her, 
and that her body was flushed and mottled with the unmistakable rash of 
sexual arousal. It was wrong to let Curt see all this, but, God help her, 
she'd die rather than stop now. She was working up to a thundering climax, 
and it would kill her not to have it. Somehow she'd explain things to Curt 
later. It wasn't going to be easy, but somehow she'd manage. 

Speed was growing very excited. The hair stood up on his back, and he began 
to whine plaintively. Mona's eyes popped open. "The dog," she said. "What's 
the matter?" 

"Oh, he's just having a dream," Kris said quickly. "He's asleep on the floor 
over there. Don't worry about it, sweetheart." 

Mona sighed and closed her eyes again. Certainly she didn't want to worry 
about a dumb dog right now. "Oh, Kris," she said, "you're getting me so 
excited. Could you fuck me now, darling, please? I just have to have it." 

Kris flashed a frantic glance at Liz, who put her finger to her lips. She 
knew from experience that Mona's request would soon be granted. She pointed 
to the dog, and she and Kris and Curt saw that Speed's enormous canine cock 
was fiercely erect, monstrously bloated. It lolled long and red and gleaming 
from his furry belly, dripping his juices. Kris nodded and grinned. Speed 
nosed between Mona's legs to lick her one more time, and she wailed her joy. 
"Beautiful, darling," she moaned, "but please, please put it in me. I want 
it so badly." 

As if on command, Speed withdrew his face from between her legs and leaped 
onto her back, mounting her doggy-fashion. Mona was so eager to fuck that 
she didn't notice anything unusual about his furry embrace. Obviously she 
still thought it was Kris behind her. "Yes, hurry, hurry," she panted. 

Speed blindly jerked his enormous bloated doggy prick against the tender red 
tissues of her labia, seeking entrance to her body. His cock looked 
gigantic, far too big for Mona's tiny cuntal mouth. Kris and Liz were 
holding themselves very stiff to keep from laughing, but Curt didn't look so 
amused. His eyes were wide as he studied the big dog's hugely thick red 
penis. He didn't see how Mona could take that monstrous thing inside her 
body. Enough was enough. The game had been fun up to this point, but he 
didn't want to see his mother hurt. 

"Mother-" he began. 

Liz clapped her hand over his mouth. His muffled protests didn't reach Mona, 
and as he squirmed in Liz' arms, trying to free himself, the big Dalmatian 
finally succeeded in penetrating the writhing, moaning woman beneath him. 
The bloated dark head of his great canine prick plopped into the hot, mushy 
mouth of her vagina, then reamed fiercely into her, stuffing her all the way 
to her womb. 

"AAAGGGHHH," shrieked Mona. 

Her eyes became huge, and her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of 
astonished pleasure as the enormous thick dog cock shot into her eager cunt, 
stuffing her so full that she could hardly breathe. God, it was wonderful, 
fantastic. She knew her husband was well hung, but somehow his cock felt 
longer and thicker than ever before. She welcomed the breathlessly tight 
fit. It was just what she needed. Steamy juice spat from her cunt, and she 
began to work her hips feverishly around his fat rod, whining and squealing 
her delight. He began to fuck her in fierce short jabs, making her whole 
body shake, and causing her big white tits to bounce and quiver like Jello. 
It was a rough, brutal fuck, but she loved it. 

"Oh, yes, YES," she wailed, "fuck me, darling, hard, HARD! Oh, God, yes, 
YEEESSS!" 

Kris couldn't hold back any longer. It was time that Mona got her 
comeuppance. He made his voice hoarse and panting. "You really love it, huh, 
baby?" 

"Oh, Jesus, yes," wailed Mona. "Give it to me, darling! YES!" 

"It's the best ever, isn't it?" he said. 

"Yes, yes," said Mona, banging her ass furiously against the dog's belly, 
"the best, darling." 

"Maybe I'd better stop," said Kris. "After all, Liz and Curt are here." 

"Oh, to hell with that," said Mona. "To hell with everything. I don't care. 
It's all right. Just don't stop FUCKING me, please!" 

"You're sure you like it?" said Kris. 

"Christ, YES," said Mona. "Can't you tell? I LOVE IT!" 

Kris walked around to the other side of the bed and stood directly in front 
of Mona. "Gee, honey," he said innocently, "I'm glad you dig it." 

Mona stared at him. For a long moment she couldn't figure out what was 
happening. It was insane, impossible. Kris' big cock was working deeply, 
furiously in her welcoming cunt, giving her a tremendous fuck, and yet-and 
yet there he was, standing in front of her, grinning at her. How was it 
possible? What kind of crazy trick was he pulling on her? Liz and Curt were 
there in front of her, too, so they couldn't be responsible for the wild 
humping she was getting. What in the world? Mona struggled for 
comprehension. 

"Kris," she said weakly, "what's happening?" 

All three of them began to laugh at her. "Look behind you, love," said Kris. 

Mona hesitated. She had a feeling it was going to be something awful, but 
she had to find out. Slowly she twisted her head around and looked up over 
her shoulder. She came eye to eye with the grinning dog. 

"Oh, my God, NO!" she gasped. 

She was so horrified, so stunned, that she couldn't move. She knelt there, 
paralyzed with shock, and watched the big Dalmatian happily working his 
giant canine penis in and out of her body. Gradually the knowledge came 
through to her stunned senses that this was no dream, no bad fantasy. It was 
really happening. She was being fucked by a dog, and the others were 
watching her, laughing at her, letting it happen. Worst of all, she'd 
already told them she loved it. She wanted to die. 

"Greatest fuck of your life, right?" said Kris drily. "That's what you told 
us, baby. We all heard you. Well, go on and enjoy it. We don't mind. 
Everybody's open-minded here. If you wanta make it with a dog, that's fine 
with us." 

Mona began to sob. She understood now that this was her punishment for being 
such a terrible prude, for trying to spoil everyone else's fun. She knew she 
deserved it, too. She'd been stupid and hypocritical ever since coming to 
Kris' house. For no good reason except her own silly hang-ups, she'd made 
everyone else miserable. In her humiliation she knew that Kris had been 
right all along. If two people wanted to have fun together, if they weren't 
hurting anyone else, then it was none of her goddamned business. She had no 
right trying to run other people's lives, and that included Curt's life. He 
might be very young, but he wasn't her slave. He had a right to his own 
opinions, his own activities. She wished she had realized all this sooner. 
Now it was too late, and she was getting the humiliation she so well 
deserved. 

She looked up through her tears, expecting to see mocking glances, but to 
her surprise, everyone looked sympathetic. "Don't cry, Mom," said Curt. "We 
all love you. We just thought you needed a lesson." 

"Well, I've had a lesson," said Mona contritely. 

"I realize now how wrong I've been. I'll never interfere again." 

Speed was humping her faster and faster, his thick doggy cock making a lewd 
slurping and sucking noise in her hot mushy cunt. Mona blushed deeply but 
didn't move away. She was going to take her punishment. She'd prove to them 
that she really meant everything she said. 

"Hey, Mona," said Liz, "don't feel bad. Nobody sees anything wrong with what 
you're doing. Dig it, enjoy it. Speed balled me this afternoon and it was 
great. You ought to take advantage of it." 

Mona gawked at her. Liz making it with Speed? Then she, Mona, wasn't the 
only one. Instantly she felt better. Hell, if Liz could make it with the 
dog, enjoy it, and shamelessly admit it, then there was nothing to keep Mona 
from doing the same thing. She relaxed and let her inhibitions vanish. 
Jesus, it felt good. The dog was really well hung, and he was humping her in 
the hard, quick way she loved best. An ecstatic smile began to spread over 
her face. 

"That's right, baby," Kris said soothingly. "Relax and enjoy it. Feels 
great, doesn't it?" 

Mona blushed but replied, "Ooooo, yeeesss." 

Really, there was nothing to compare with it. The dog's pounding cock was 
enormous, and it stuffed and reamed her better than anything in all her 
erotic fantasies. She gave herself up to it, moaning and gurgling her 
enjoyment, and the excited dog Speed barked happily. The others watched her 
with great relief. 

"Well," said Liz, "it looks like that problem's solved. I don't think Mona's 
in a position to criticize us any more." 

"Are there any other problems?" said Kris, laughing. 

Liz looked pensive. "Oh, nothing important, I guess," she said. 

Curt and Kris glanced at her. "Hey, Liz, what is it?" said Curt. 
"Something's bothering you, I can tell." 

"Yeah, come out with it, honey," said Kris. "We're all friends here." 

A tear trickled down Liz' soft cheek. "It just seems like Mona gets all the 
attention," she said. "Everybody's concerned about how SHE feels. She had 
you, Daddy, and then she got to blow Curt when I wanted to, and now she gets 
Speed. It seems like I'm not important at all." 

"Oh, God," said Kris. "Women." He moved over to Liz and put his arm around 
her shoulder. "Sweetheart, nobody's any more important than anybody else in 
this house. We didn't mean to neglect you." 

"Then prove it," said Liz. 

She slid her hand into his lap and began caressing his long limp prick. Her 
expert touch inflamed him at once. He'd been dying to make it with Liz 
again, to feel the delicious tightness and heat of her young cunt, but he 
wondered if he dare try it in front of his wife. It was a delicate moment. 
Mona had just been won over to his point of view. Did he dare risk that 
victory by balling another woman right in front of her-a woman who happened 
to be his own daughter? 

"Gee, honey, I don't know," he said, glancing worriedly at Mona. 

"There, you see?" said Liz miserably. "Mona's feelings always come first. If 
I'm horny, that's just too bad. We don't want to offend precious Mona." She 
burst into tears. 

"Aw, Liz, don't cry," said Curt, kissing her cheek. 

"Liz, please," said Kris desperately. 

Mona was still gurgling happily as the big dog fucked her, but she managed 
to overhear the conversation. She glanced up and saw that her stepdaughter 
was crying. "What's the matter?" she said. "What's wrong with Liz?" 

"Oh, she just feels a little left out," Kris said lamely. "She seems to feel 
that you get all the attention." 

"Well, maybe I have gotten it all," said Mona, "and that's not fair. Liz 
should have her share of the fun, too. What does she want? If she wants to 
make it with Curt again, that's fine with me." 

Kris blushed deeply. "Well, that's not exactly it, honey. She wants to make 
it with me." 

Mona gawked at him in disbelief. "With you? But that's incest!" 

"I know," said Kris. "Mona, since we're being frank with each other, I have 
to tell you that Liz and I don't have any particular prejudices against 
incest. We figure it's okay as long as no one else is involved. But if the 
idea really repels you, we won't do it." He hated to make that concession, 
but he didn't want to upset Mona again. 

For a moment Mona was ready to tell him that she did, indeed, object to the 
idea of a father and daughter making love. Wasn't incest a terrible thing, 
prohibited by law and despised by society? Then she thought, My God, must I 
always spoil the fun? It seemed as if all she'd been doing all day was 
telling people no, preventing people from enjoying themselves-and for what? 
Her only reason was an outmoded, stupid code of morality. As Kris said, if 
no other person was involved, if no one was hurt, then why in the world 
shouldn't he and Liz enjoy each other? Mona didn't really feel jealous, much 
to her surprise. She knew Kris loved her. Also, glancing at the weeping Liz, 
she found it hard to deny the girl's extraordinary beauty. Any man would be 
eager to fuck Liz-even her own father. Mona decided it was not her business 
to tell other people what to do. 

"Darling," she said to Kris, "if you and Liz want to do it, then go ahead." 

Kris could hardly believe his ears. Mona really had reformed, otherwise she 
would never have agreed to such a thing. "Baby," he said gratefully, "you're 
the best." 

Mona smiled happily, glad to have earned his praise. She couldn't keep her 
eyes focused on him very long, however. The big Dalmatian was swiftly 
fucking her toward a thunderous climax. Her blue eyes rolled wildly in her 
head, then closed as she gave herself up to the incredible joy of being 
rammed and reamed by Speed's huge doggy cock. 

"Oh, God," she murmured, "so good...." Liz and Kris looked at each other, 
hardly able to believe their good fortune. Mona had actually given them her 
blessing, and they were free to enjoy each other. Liz looked down at her 
father's pale penis, which was huge even in its flaccid state. With a cock 
like that to satisfy her, she needn't be in any hurry about finding a man of 
her own. Gleefully she reached for it again, taking the warm doughy flesh in 
her hand and gently squeezing it. She felt the fierce inner heat, the silky 
slippery skin, and the excitied throbbing of his awakening cock. Quickly she 
bent down and stuffed the limp soft meat into her greedy mouth, bathing it 
hotly with her saliva, sucking it noisily and hungrily. She wanted to get 
him hard in a hurry. She could hardly wait to have that huge thick cock 
inside her seething, ready cunt. 

"Oh, Jesus, baby, that feels great," said Kris, baring his teeth. One thing 
he could say for his daughter, she was a great little cocksucker. She went 
at it like she hadn't eaten for a week, noisily slurping and tonguing his 
limp meat. At the same time her expert little fingers tickled and aroused 
his deflated balls, scampering all over the hairy surface. It didn't take 
Kris long to get aroused under the circumstances. He felt his testicles 
swelling up fat and hard with his cum, then the eager throbbing and 
twitching of his big cock as it lengthened and fattened. Liz felt it, too, 
and as he grew larger, she was forced to disgorge some of his great length. 
Her hot little tongue shot under his loose foreskin and stimulated the naked 
glans, making him whine with pleasure. Cream shot from the hole at the head 
of his cock, and Liz hungrily lapped it up and swallowed it. He would have 
been more than content to go on that way, to shoot in her fiery wet mouth, 
but he remembered the reason for all this-Liz was horny, and Liz must be 
taken care of. With a deep sigh, he gently lifted her head, and his great 
stiff cock popped from her mouth, heavy and gleaming and rigid. 

"Okay, baby," he said hoarsely, "how do you want it?" 

Liz didn't reply for a moment. She was staring at his great wet prick as if 
hypnotized. She licked her lips, and her dark eyes glowed with feverish 
lust. At last she shook herself and got onto her hands and knees, raising 
her pretty pale buttocks for him. 

"Let's do it this way," she said. "Then we can still watch Mona and Speed." 

A naughty thought, perhaps, but Kris appreciated it. It really got him hot 
to watch his beautiful wife unashamedly enjoying her session with the 
panting, humping Dalmatian. Liz got into position facing Mona, and Kris 
mounted behind her, working the bloated purple head of his cock into the 
liquid heat of her small cunt mouth. He pushed, and he felt his prick 
gliding easily into her hot wet depths. The clinging walls of her young 
vagina gripped him possessively, tugging him in even farther, till the 
sensitive creaming head of his cock butted her womb. 

"How's that, sweetheart?" he said. 

"Beautiful," said Liz with a deep sigh of contentment. "Like I said before, 
Daddy, you're really well hung. Let's get it on." 

"Right," he said, beginning to thrust his long hard cock back and forth in 
her deliciously tight steamy little hole. He glanced at Mona, who was 
watching them rather dizzily, and she grinned at him, showing her approval. 
He wondered how he could ever have doubted his love for her. "How are you 
doing, baby?" he said. 

"Oooohhh, God," said Mona, "it feels so good. I'm just about to cum. I think 
it's happening-RIGHT NOW! AAAGGGHHH!" 

Kris continued to ball his daughter, but both he and Liz were absorbed in 
watching Mona's howling, writhing climax. She screeched her joy without 
shame, pussy juice splattering hot out of her stuffed cunt, her beautiful 
body shaking thunderously as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped 
through her. Her climax triggered the same reaction in Speed. The big dog 
gave a piercing howl and began to hump her in blindingly quick short jabs, 
whimpering as his doggy cum began to shoot into Mona's hot squeezing cunt. 
His tail wagged furiously, and his long red tongue lolled out, dripping 
saliva on Mona's writhing back. 

At last, with a low moan of satisfaction, Speed was finished. Gratefully he 
licked Mona's dripping cunt before crawling off her. He leaped off the bed 
and settled in a comer of the room to clean himself before taking a 
well-earned nap. 

Mona collapsed heavily onto the bed, writhing and panting. "Fantastic," she 
said dizzily, "just fantastic." 

"I know," said Liz. "Well, Daddy, you're almost as good as Speed." 

"Thanks a lot," said Kris, laughing. "And now, if it isn't too much trouble, 
can we shut up and get down to some serious fucking?" 

The two women laughed. Kris began to hump Liz in ever-faster, louder 
strokes, and soon she was howling and panting blissfully. Mona watched with 
affection and approval. Only one person wasn't smiling. 

Curt hadn't thought it could happen again, not after today, but he was 
feeling neglected, unwanted, and left out. The grown-ups were absorbed in 
their fun, paying no attention to him. Liz and Kris were taking care of each 
other's needs, and Mona had been well serviced by the dog. There was no one 
to take care of Curt. 

Of course, there was an available woman-his mother. Ood, she looked 
beautiful to him, flushed and smiling after her bout with Speed, her big 
pale tits protruding ripely, her pale blonde hair tousled and shining. He 
wanted more than anything in the world to make love to her-but did he dare 
try it? She'd overcome so many inhibitions today, he didn't want to push her 
too far. He mulled over the idea and finally decided that it wouldn't hurt 
to ask. He even put some confidence and authority into it, hoping to take 
her off guard. Crawling over to her, grinning, he reached out to cup and 
squeeze her beautiful big breasts. 

"Let's you and me get it on, Mom," he said. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Mona's eyes got huge. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She 
looked down and saw Curt's small slightly grubby hands playing eagerly with 
her big cushiony tits. Curt was grinning mischievously, but there was no 
doubt that his proposition was serious. 

"But, Curt," she managed to say at last, "I'm your MOTHER!" 

"No shit," said Curt. He sounded impatient. "Believe me, Mom, I'm aware of 
that. Have been for thirteen years. I don't see what that has to do with it. 
I mean, Liz and Kris are making it, so why can't we?" 

Mona blushed hotly. The boy was right, of course. There was no denying the 
logic of his position. She'd given her approval to Kris, urging him to ball 
his own daughter, so how could she rightfully deny Curt the same incestuous 
fun? She saw that she'd trapped herself, that she had no reason to turn him 
down-and yet how could she possibly bring herself to make love to her own 
thirteen year old son? 

"Curt, darling," she said weakly, "I just don't know if I can do it. I mean, 
it seems so-so wrong, somehow." 

Curt's handsome young face darkened with anger. "Oh, boy," he said 
disgustedly, "I thought you were through with all that shit. I mean, if you 
can make it with a dog, for chrissake, why can't you do it with me? I didn't 
think you were a hypocrite, Mom." 

Mona felt miserable. She didn't want the boy to lose his respect and love 
for her, but she could see that very thing happening right before her eyes. 
He was right, she was being hypocritical. One last vestige of her old 
morality held her back, however, the feeling that it would be deeply wrong 
to have intercourse with her own son. Well, perhaps there was something else 
she could do to satisfy him. She remembered his squeals of delight when Liz 
had sucked his cock. 

Mona flopped down onto her back and held her arms out to Curt. "Come here," 
she said, grinning. 

Curt, thinking he had it made, hurried to kneel between her legs. To his 
surprise, Mona grasped him under the arms and lifted him high in the air, 
over her lush body, setting him down so that he straddled her chest. He felt 
the hot cushion of her . huge pale tits beneath his slim young buttocks. His 
rosy flaccid balls snuggled against her chin, and his droopy pale little 
cock grazed her lips. "Hey," he said, "what's going on?" 

"You'll see," said Mona, grinning at him. 

Mona looked down her nose and saw his cute little limp dick tickling her 
lips. Up close, it was even prettier than she'd thought. Like a sleepy 
little white worm it cuddled drowsily against the corner of her mouth, limp 
and soft. The blue veins were small and faint. The wrinkled pale foreskin 
covered the glans entirely, ending in a soft point of flesh. Flaccid, his 
adolescent cock was no bigger than her middle finger. 

She reached out and gently picked up his cock, holding it between thumb and 
forefinger, examining it. With her other hand she carefully and slowly began 
to work back the foreskin, gradually exposing the bright red head of his 
young prick. It looked beautiful to her, a refreshing change from the deep 
reddish-purple of the adult penis. There was a pinpoint hole at the very 
head of the bright red nut, and as she teased back his loose foreskin a tiny 
droplet of juice appeared from the hole. She touched the droplet lightly 
with the tip of her finger and smeared it all around the highly sensitive 
flesh of his small glans. Curt shivered and sighed. Seeing that he liked it, 
she continued to move her finger slowly, teasingly around the naked flesh of 
his glans. More juice dribbled out in a thin delicate stream, and she used 
it to make the passage of her fingertip more slick. She marveled at the 
slickness and purity of his flesh. 

"Ummm," said Curt happily. 

He closed his eyes, the better to enjoy what she was doing to him. At first 
he'd been disappointed that Mona hadn't let him fuck her, but he found that 
this was just as much fun. It really was wonderful, having his beautiful 
mother play happily with his cock. Mona had never given him much physical 
affection before. Probably she thought it was wrong to hug and kiss and 
caress a teenage boy. He was starved for it, and he was very glad she'd 
changed her mind. She was touching him so gently and carefully that he 
couldn't doubt her love. He just hoped she'd go on and on playing with him 
like that. 

Mona grew bolder, and she slipped her hand down to cup Curt's limp warm 
testicles. They fitted easily into the palm of her hand, soft and flaccid. 
She squeezed them very gently and felt the hard inner core. She liked the 
fact that his small nuts were entirely hairless and smooth, so pleasant to 
touch and play with. She closed her hand over them, holding them snugly, and 
with her other hand she continued to circle and tease the gleaming 
cherry-red head of his little prick. Curt sighed blissfully. 

Beside them, Kris and Liz were still at it. They were spinning out their 
pleasure, trying to make it last as long as possible. Liz held herself 
firmly on hands and knees below her father, her heavy long tits swaying 
gently. Her eyes were closed, and there was a soft smile of satisfaction on 
her lovely face. Poised above her on his knees, Kris, too, had his eyes 
closed, a gentle grin of enjoyment wreathing his rugged face. He worked his 
long rigid dick very slowly but deeply in his daughter's tight young cunt, 
enjoying her fierce heat and slick wetness. His swollen hairy balls slapped 
gently against her cute little ass, hardly making a sound. The only noise 
audible to Mona and Curt was the gentle slurp and squish of his thick meat 
in Liz' wet little hole. 

"Ooooo," whimpered Liz, "so nice...." 

Kris said nothing, only grinned. 

Meanwhile Mona was having a strange experience. She loved playing with 
Curt's immature hairless genitals, loved the slippery feeling of his 
gleaming glans and the warm weight of his floppy little balls in the palm of 
her hand, yet somehow it wasn't enough. She felt saliva pooling hotly in her 
mouth, again and again, and she had to keep swallowing. Her cunt was slowly 
growing hot as a blast furnace, creaming steadily, while her clit and labia 
puffed up tight and swollen with arousal. It was ridiculous. She'd already 
been balled almost raw today by Kris and Speed. How could she possibly want 
to do it again? Yet there was no denying the slow but steady horniness 
centered in her steamy little cunt. 

She knew she wanted to do more with Curt, but what? It would be wrong to let 
him put his cock in her. True, she felt it was all right for Liz and Kris to 
fuck, but they were adults. Curt was only a little boy. 

She looked down at the adorable little red head of his pale penis, and as 
she did so, more glistening droplets of cream oozed from the tiny dark hole. 
Saliva burst hotly in her mouth, and before she quite knew what she was 
doing, her tongue shot out and greedily lapped up the bright droplets of 
cream from the head of Curt's small prick. It tasted delicious to her. She 
felt it was rather naughty of her to do it, but she couldn't resist. Again 
she put her tongue out and used the tip stiffly to lap up his young juice. 
Curt moaned with pleasure and excitement. 

"Jeez," he said, "that feels good. Do it again, please, Mom. Lick my peter." 

Mona blushed at this explicit request. Kris and ' Liz had heard it, too, and 
they opened their eyes to see what was happening. They'd been vaguely aware 
that Mona and Curt were embracing, but they'd never expected the inhibited 
Mona to go this far with her son. They saw Curt happily seated on his 
mother's big swollen tits, Mona blushing as she held his limp little dick in 
her hand and lapped the red tip with her shiny pink tongue. They watched her 
lick up his oozing juices, roll the stuff around in her mouth, and swallow 
it. Her sighs and quick breathing told how much this excited her. She caught 
Kris' eye and blushed even redder. He grinned approvingly at her. She felt 
embarrassed, but she didn't stop. In spite of having an audience, she 
couldn't bear to end the fun she was having. 

Blushing, she began to run the stiff wet tip of her tongue up and down the 
limp warm shaft of Curt's cute little cock. His flesh was very soft and 
silky. He stiffened for a second, then sighed and relaxed again, obviously 
enjoying her tonguing. Mona felt very wicked, but she didn't stop. She knew 
she had the approval of everyone, and all she needed now was the approval of 
her own conscience. She felt her inhibitions slowly melting away. After all, 
what was she doing wrong? It wasn't as though she was fucking the boy. She 
was just giving him a little fun-and giving herself some fun as well. 
Growing bolder, she ran her wet tongue tip swiftly down his doughy pale 
shaft till she touched his flaccid rosy testicles. They were very hot, but 
just as smooth and silky as his cock. Mona eagerly tongued the delicate pink 
sacs, making them flop and bounce. Curt squealed happily, digging his 
fingers into her shoulders. A wicked urge came over her. Did she dare...? 

Again there was a hot rush of saliva in her mouth, and she knew she was 
going to do the naughty thing she had in mind. Opening her lips wide, she 
fastened them firmly around the limp twin bags of his testicles and slowly 
sucked the soft hot. flesh into her mouth. She felt the delicate weight of 
his young balls on her tongue, and she drew in her cheeks sharply to create 
a juicy snug nest for him. She began to suck his squirming little nuts. 

"Oh, jeez, YEAH," whined Curt. "That's great. Out of sight. Yeah, suck my 
balls, Mom." 

Mona blushed beet red, but she didn't let him go. She wanted him too much. 
Saliva gushed in her mouth, making her sucking loud and juicy. She mouthed 
and sucked steadily all around his quivering little balls, and she felt them 
swelling up and growing tight with stored cum. Out of the corner of her eye 
she saw Liz and Kris watching her intently, grinning, obviously pleased with 
what she was doing. They were still fucking, but almost in slow motion, so 
absorbed were they with the scene between Mona and Curt. This time Mona 
didn't feel so embarrassed. The more excited she got, the hotter and wetter 
her aroused cunt became, the less she cared about having an audience. Curt's 
little balls were getting quite fat in her mouth, swelling up almost to the 
bursting point, and she was glad to be giving him such pleasure. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "fantastic. Ahhhh, ohhh!" 

Finally his half-grown testicles were swollen so fat that Mona was unable to 
keep them in her hungry mouth. To her dismay, they popped out noisily, fat 
and firm and gleaming with her spit. She looked around feverishly for 
something else to suck and spied his floppy pale little penis. With a moan 
of lust she fastened her lips firmly around the slick red head and sucked it 
quickly into the juicy furnace of her mouth. Curt wailed his intense 
pleasure as he felt his awakening cock seized by her lips and sucked into 
the delicious bath of her hot saliva. She started to suck greedily on his 
soft little prick, and Curt squealed happily. It seemed unbelievable that 
his prudish mother was actually giving him a blow job, but the evidence was 
right before his eyes. He looked down at her beautiful flushed face and saw 
his pale cock flying in and out of her lips, wet with her saliva. She had a 
horny little grin on her face. He glanced over at Liz and Kris, who were 
still fucking, and Liz winked at him and grinned. Curt grinned back. He sure 
as hell didn't feel neglected now. 

In her mouth Mona felt her son's half-grown dick twitching and coming to 
life. She was giving her own little boy a hard-on, and she didn't care what 
anybody thought about it. She sucked him faster, pressing his swelling meat 
to the slick roof of her mouth, squeezing it with her tongue, and Curt let 
out a whoop of joy, digging his fingers into her shoulders. On the sensitive 
surface of her tongue she felt his little cock getting longer and longer, 
growing fat and hot and rigid. Now she had definite proof that Curt was no 
longer a child. No child could get an erection like that. Mona blushed all 
over, not with shame this time, but with hot lust. Her cunt creamed 
abundantly, and her clit swelled up with need. She hoped Kris would take 
care of her later. She'd rarely been so horny. She sucked faster and faster 
on Curt's rigid little dick, hoping to make him cum in her mouth. She 
fumbled around and cupped his tight little buttocks, pumping him back and 
forth, feeding his stiff little rod in and out of her noisy slurping mouth. 
Cream dribbled steadily from the head of his cock, and she swallowed it as 
fast as it came. 

Curt was having the time of his life, yet something was nagging at his mind. 
Somehow he felt that even this delicious hot sucking of his cock wasn't 
quite what he wanted. It was hard to think, he was so dizzy with pleasure. 
He frowned, trying to pinpoint whatever was bothering him. He was glad his 
mother had thrown aside her inhibitions and played with his cock and balls, 
but he wanted more than that. Yes, he had it now. He wanted to complete 
Mona's transformation from prude to liberated woman. He wanted to fuck her. 
Curt sensed that Mona wouldn't really be free from her puritanical, 
Victorian past until she balled her own son and did it willingly and 
joyfully. Kris and Liz had already done as much as they could to reform 
Mona. The rest was up to him. 

He suddenly stood up, his rigid swollen little cock popping from his 
mother's mouth. She gawked at him in astonishment. "Curt," she said, "why 
stop? I thought you were enjoying it." 

"Oh, I did, Mom" he said, grinning mysteriously. "I really liked it. But 
there's more than one way to have fun. You did what you wanted to do, and 
now it's my turn." 

Before Mona could respond to his puzzling statement, Curt stepped back and 
threw himself between her long legs. Mona gasped and tried to close her 
legs, but it was too late. The boy's slim firm body was already wedged 
between them, his hair tickling her inner thighs. Gently but firmly he 
pushed her legs farther apart, and she felt his hot moist breath on her 
horny pussy. 

"Curt," she said, blushing furiously, "what are you doing?" 

He didn't reply. He intended to let his actions speak for themselves. He 
buried his face in the fragrant springy blonde curls of her mons and 
wriggled his tongue between the puffed labial lips, seeking out her clit. 
From his experience with Liz, he knew how hot it made a girl to be touched 
there. After a short search, his tongue touched the hot little bump of her 
clit. It was tightly swollen and slick with her horny juices. He pressed the 
tip of his tongue to it, nudging and tickling it. Mona gave a loud groan of 
pleasure and threw her legs open even wider. Curt pressed his advantage, 
slamming his mouth down on her wriggling little bud and beginning to suck it 
juicily and loudly. Her cuntjuice splattered out to soak his face, and in 
his mouth he felt her small clit swell up even fatter. 

"Oh, my God, my God," whimpered Mona. 

She hadn't meant to throw her legs open for him like that, hadn't meant to 
voice the intense pleasure she was feeling. She simply couldn't help 
herself. It felt so damned good. Curt's busy hot little mouth and tongue 
were sending blinding waves of pleasure through her pelvis, making her pussy 
cream in floods. Vaguely she felt it was wrong to permit him to do this, but 
her willpower had vanished. She only knew that she couldn't bear for him to 
stop. 

"The kid really learns fast," said Kris, chuckling as he watched Curt's 
blond head bobbing up and down between his mother's legs. 

"Go, Curt, go," said Liz, grinning. She watched approvingly as Curt sucked 
and tongued his mother's sensitive little bud, making Mona cry out sharply. 

"Oh, my God, Curt," gasped Mona, "you've got to stop." 

"Why should he stop, Mona?" said Liz. 

"Because ... because it feels so good," Mona said illogically. Everyone, 
including Mona, began to laugh. "All right, damn it," said Mona, "so I'm 
being silly again. I can't change overnight." 

"You're doing a pretty good job, baby," said Kris. "Believe me, you're doing 
just fine. We're all proud of you." 

"Right," said Liz. "Relax and dig it, Mona." 

With their words of encouragement, Mona did exactly that, letting herself 
relax completely, succumbing to the wild pleasure her son was giving her. It 
felt marvelous. Curt's little tongue was stiff, hot and wet as it snaked 
mischievously through all her sensitive tissues. When he'd sucked her clit 
almost to the bursting point, he ran his tongue down over her swollen red 
labia, sending shivers of joy through her quaking body. His tongue tickled 
down even further, wriggling naughtily into her anus and briefly reaming her 
of her pungent juices. Mona shrieked with joy. Curt then snaked his tongue 
upward again, through her sensitive labial folds, and located her dripping 
hot cunt mouth. He slammed his tongue into her as deep as he could go. 

"OOOOO," wailed Mona. She was helpless to resist him now. She wouldn't have 
cared if the whole city was watching and taking pictures, she couldn't have 
stopped. She flung her legs obscenely wide apart, giving Curt plenty of room 
to work. He plunged a finger into her asshole and began working it stiffly 
in and out like a miniature cock. With his other hand he started to rub and 
tweak her clit, and with his stiff little tongue he probed and licked her 
boiling cunt till Mona thought she'd faint with joy. 

"Oh, my darling;" she whimpered, "I can't stand it another second. I've got 
to have you!" 

The words were out almost before she knew it. She hadn't meant to say such a 
thing, but there it was. Everyone had heard Mona say that she wanted her son 
to ball her. She blushed scarlet. Curt raised his freckled face, shiny with 
her cream, and grinned triumphantly at her. 

"Right, Mom," he said, "whatever you want." 

"Curt, wait-" Mona tried to hold him off, blushing furiously and pushing at 
his shoulders, but Curt was not to be denied. Dizzily she watched him wedge 
his slim young pelvis between her cushiony thighs, and she felt his hard 
little prick jabbing blindly and frantically in her puffed labial folds, 
seeking her cunt. "No, Curt, wait," she said desperately. "I didn't mean it 
that way. I don't really think we should do this I mean-" 

"Exactingly what did you mean, Mona?" said Kris. Close to cumming, his 
aching meat working deeply into Liz' luscious little vagina, he nevertheless 
paused to give Curt some help. "Come on, level with us. Level with yourself. 
You want Curt to fuck you. Don't spoil the progress you've made. Be honest 
and open. Come on, Mona, you can do it." 

There was silence for a moment while Mona struggled with herself. She knew 
Kris was right. She didn't want to be a phony and a spoilsport. She must 
overcome this final inhibition. At last she took a deep breath and said, 
"All right, Curt. Go ahead." 

"Right on," Curt said happily. Everyone sighed with relief. 

Mona closed her eyes and waited. She felt the red-hot, sharp little tip of 
Curt's young cock sliding into the mushy valley of her vaginal mouth, then 
the whole hot length of his rigid little dick shooting up her achingly horny 
cunt. It felt good. Oh, God, it felt good. 

"Yes, darling, yes," she purred. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Curt!" 

Curt thought it was impossible to be so happy. His beautiful mother lay limp 
and willing beneath him, throwing her legs open as wide as she could, 
begging him to do it to her. Her lovely face was flushed and happy, her eyes 
glowing with desire for him. With a yelp of joy he began to jab his cock in 
her wonderfully hot mushy hole, and sharp stabs of pleasure shot up his 
eager young dick, making a hot melting sensation in his loins. Perhaps he 
should have made it slower and more gentle for her, but he couldn't seem to 
control the furious bucking of his hips. His ever instinct was for speed and 
force and friction. Worriedly he looked down at Mona to see how she was 
reacting to his fierce humping. Her face was ecstatic. She liked it. Liked 
it? Hell, she loved it. 

"Do it to me, darling," she whimpered, "hard! As hard as you want." 

Curt happily obeyed. Meanwhile, Kris and Liz' fucking was getting faster and 
louder by the second. Stimulated by watching the boy and his mother, they 
were moved to new heights of horniness, and Kris was literally slamming his 
big rigid dick in and out of Liz' tiny wet cunt. 

"Oh, yes, yes, Daddy," she wailed. "I love it. Give it to me, do it as hard 
as you can! Ahhhh, God, AAAHHH!" 

Liz was the first to cum. There was no doubt in anyone's mind about what was 
happening to her. Cream gushed from her steaming pussy and ran down her 
legs, and she clawed the bed frantically and screeched her joy. Her nipping 
little cunt sucked and tugged at Kris' fat dick, and he felt a stinging 
sensation in his balls, and then the delicious rush of sperm as he began to 
shoot load after sizzling load of cum into his daughter's burning receptive 
cunt. At last he and Liz collapsed heavily onto the bed, panting and sweaty, 
to watch the conclusion of the scene between Curt and Mona. 

Mona was lost to all outside sensation. He legs were high in the air as Curt 
bounced happily between her thighs. Her eyes rolled crazily in her head, and 
her groans and cries were hoarse with pleasure as her young son balled her 
steadily towards orgasm. Curt was hardly less blissful than his mother. His 
freckled face was flushed with triumph as he screwed her, and he watched 
with pride as his slimp white cock zipped in and out of her hair-fringed 
little hole. He knew he'd never have to be jealous of his stepfather again, 
because he had proof that Mona loved his fucking as much as she loved Kris'. 
There was no reason for any jealousy in this house, where everyone was free 
to share and share alike. He'd been a fool to hate Kris. His mother couldn't 
possibly have made a better choice for a husband. Things were going to be 
just great from now on, Curt was sure of that. 

"Give it to her, son," Kris said approvingly. "Man, I wish I had your 
energy." 

"Dig it, Mona," said Liz. "Isn't he good?" 

"The best," wept Mona. "Oh, my God, it's good! Aaahhh!" 

Curt felt growing heat deep in his mother's squishy vagina, and he realized 
she was almost on the point of climax. That made him prouder than ever. He 
reached under her and grabbed her big quivering buttocks, holding them 
tightly to steady her writhing hips. He didn't want to be thrown off at this 
crucial moment. He flattened himself on her, and his flushed face came only 
up to the huge bouncing globes of her tits. It felt wild to bury his face 
against all that hot quivering flesh. He felt Mona's wildly creaming cunt 
growing tighter and tighter around his jabbing little cock, gripping him 
like a velvet vise. Mona began to wail shrilly. 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK ME!" she shrieked. "I love it, Curt, I love it! Oh, God, 
you're making me cum! Oh, oh, OOOHHH!" 

Curt humped her steadily, sending her into screaming orgasmic convulsions. 
He felt her scalding cream bursting all around his stiff little penis. Her 
big beautiful body bounced wildly beneath him, and he was almost thrown off 
by her frantic bucking. He clung to her tighter and managed to ride out her 
convulsions. Only when he was certain she was satisfied did he begin to 
think of his own pleasure. He loved his mother too much to cheat her of her 
climax. 

"Darling," Mona panted, "that was so good." 

Only then did Curt abandon himself to pleasure. He dug his fat little cock 
deep into her hot pulpy passage, screwing her for all he was worth. The hot 
fierce friction brought him off almost at once. Whining and yelping, he felt 
sizzling cum shooting from the head of his young cock, squirting against his 
mother's quaking womb, filling and overflowing her nipping cunt. He yelled 
his joy as load after load of steaming boy cum shot from his frantically 
jabbing prick. 

At last he collapsed heavily onto Mona's jiggling tits, gasping for breath 
and drenched with sweat. Mona reached out and caressed his hair. Curt knew 
he'd never feel unloved again, because his mother had just given him the 
greatest possible testimony of her love. 

Kris was chuckling. He leaned over, kissed Mona, and said, "No more 
bullshit?" 

"No more bullshit," said Mona. "From now on we're one big happy family." 

Suddenly Speed leaped onto the bed and seemed to be licking everybody at 
once. They all began to laugh. "One big happy family, huh?" said Liz. "Does 
that include the dog?" 

Mona blushed but said promptly. "You bet it includes the dog." She gently 
moved out from under Curt, opened her legs, and said, "Come here, Speed. 
Nice doggy." 


THE END
