Mom & Daughter's Three-Way Weekend
by Joyce Morrisey
(RX-399)


FOREWORD 

From prehistoric times to today, mother and daughter have competed for the 
favors of the male animal. This is quite apparent in the lower species, 
those not so dignified and societybound as the human animal. The mother 
coyote turns her whelps out of the den as soon as they are able to fend for 
themselves, not wishing to compete with them for the food supply at hand, 
and not wishing to compete with her growing female pups for the attentions 
of her mate. In the family of the African lion, the young female cats are 
permitted to stay with the pride of lions, and as soon as they are sexually 
mature they share equally with their mother's in the sexual attentions of 
the dominant male lion. When it comes to sex, the bond between mother and 
daughter is broken, and each must set out to satisfy her animal needs as 
best she can. 

So it is with the human animal to a large extent. Mythology abounds with 
fantastic tales of the daughter carrying on an affair with her father, with 
the man-god who has bound himself to his daughter's mother. The converse 
appears as well, where the mother succeeds in seducing her daughter's 
man-god spouse. These myths are tales of fantasy of course, but each is a 
parable of human behavior, and their very fantasy confirms that even the 
ancient mother and daughter competed and sometimes cooperated in dividing 
the sexual favors of the available male. That male did not have to be 
related, he simply had to be a male. It is quite understandable that the 
male, being attracted to one or the other of the mother/daughter pair, 
should be likewise attracted to the very closely related other half of the 
pair. 

Mother and daughter are very similar human beings. Though mother may be 
blonde and stout while daughter is dark and thin, there flows within them 
the same personality traits, the same ingrained desires, the same outlooks 
and appetites. If the modern mother sternly and adamantly disapproves of her 
modern daughter's selection of a mate, the chances are that the alliance 
between daughter and her new male friend will not be a lasting one. If, on 
the other hand, mother tells daughter that her new boy friend has her full 
approval, one may be reasonably certain that the mother is attracted to the 
boy herself and in the wisdom of her experience she knows that he will be 
pleasing to her daughter in the most important ways. 

Mother and daughter, sharing the same man, sharing the same men in some not 
too uncommon instances. These are the stories of which lurid newspapers are 
made, these are the true happenings from which fantasies grow. And this is 
such a tale. 

Mother and daughter, Sandy and Lois, each with problems of her own which 
drive her toward one cataclysmic sexual experience after another. In the 
lazily hedonistic setting of a beach resort, each goes her way in search of 
her illicit pleasures, each one grabbing all they can while they can before 
she can be discovered by the other. Men and women, boys and girls, their 
growing lusts run unbridled while they search for and find all the sex their 
hungry bodies cry for. Just like the common sneak thief, each knows she will 
eventually be caught at her clandestine trysts, but neither can curb her 
lusts as they grow and grow. Closer and closer they come, in experience as 
well as situation, until the climax to their sexual adventures explodes with 
all the force of a long pent up multiple orgasm! 

Mother and daughter, one highly experienced, one a virgin, both alluringly 
attractive. 

Mother and daughter, one ready to teach, one ready to learn, both very 
ready. 

Mother and daughter, you've thought about them, now read about them. 

- THE PUBLISHERS 

 Chapter One 

While it was true that Sandy had gone out in search of some cock that day, 
she really hadn't expected to find herself faced with this much of it. The 
slim, busty, thirty-five-year-old blonde paused in the loosening of her 
bathing suit top, backed against the wall of the little shed on the beach, 
and felt the fear creep through her at the sight of the two grinning boys 
popping open the buttons of their frayed denim cut-off. Their smiles were 
more grim than they were happy. Here in the dim light of the shed, they 
looked considerably older than the sunshiny lads she'd flirted with on the 
beach. As the buttons continued to pop open she saw their thick thatches of 
pubic hair, and this was a far cry from the smooth young sculptured body she 
had embraced in her hot dreams for so many nights. Sandy's impulse was to 
snatch up her beach bag and run past them to the crowded beach outside, but 
still she remained where she was, paralyzed with indecision, confused from 
the gin she'd been drinking on the beach, waiting in panicky fascination for 
the sight of the cocks she'd come to the beach for. 

Sandy had come to Newport Beach with her sixteen-year-old daughter, Lois. 
Lois was a sweet, lovely, beautifully innocent child, just as her mother had 
raised her to be. Sandy had been a hard-working, cheerful mother, a model 
divorcee of many years standing, and a respected nurse's aid working in a 
hospital while she studied nights for her degree. When she suddenly lost her 
job, it had turned her world upside down, and she'd abruptly packed their 
bags and closed the apartment and headed for the beach for a vacation that 
would last as long as her savings did. The hell with hard work, the hell 
with depriving herself of good times, the hell with just about everything 
except finding that beautiful slim youth of her frustrated dreams and having 
a ball with him. 

She had rented a shabby little cottage on the ocean side of the vacation 
peninsula from the rather pleasant, bearded man who operated the Surfspray 
Motel. She had rented it that very morning, lucky to find anything at all 
during the peak of the summer season, and she'd almost immediately set out 
in search of what she needed most in her life at that time ... hard, young 
cock. 

She wasn't at all prepared for the impulsive vacation. She didn't even own a 
bathing suit, but much to her delight she found that she could fit into one 
of her daughter's bikinis. Its bottom had to be tied up a little tight 
because Lois still had some baby tat on her derriere, and Sandy's bounteous 
bosom threatened to burst its top so that Lois's eyes had widened when she 
saw her mother in it, but still it fit Sandy, and in just the way she wanted 
it to fit her. 

Seething with fearful anticipation and yet smiling like the good, wholesome 
mother she had always been, Sandy had wrapped a short, terrycloth beach robe 
about her and said to her daughter, "Don't worry. I don't plan to do 
anything strenuous enough to pop out of your top. I'm just going to pick out 
a quiet beach and get some sun. What are you going to do on our first day of 
vacation, dear?" 

In light of how hot and horny the tight white bikini made Sandy feel, it was 
amazing how girlishly sweet and innocent Lois's ruffled pink bikini made her 
appear. Still a bit confused by this sudden vacation trip, still brushing 
out her long blonde hair, Lois had meekly answered, "I don't know, Mother. I 
guess I'll just walk along the beach and watch the surf break and listen to 
the gulls." 

"Sounds like a lovely, peaceful day for you." Sandy had picked up one of her 
daughter's beach bags and put her makeup kit, her wallet, and her thermos 
bottle in it. She was so compelled to find a nice young beach boy with a 
nice hard cock that she was tensed all over and it was hard to smile. "I'll 
fill up my thermos with some lemonade at the supermarket and go look for 
that quiet beach. Drop off our key with the landlord, will you? And ask him 
when we can each have a key of our own. Bye-bye, dear. Have fun." 

Sandy had sauntered out through the little double row of a dozen frame 
cottages, looked back over her shoulder at their # 6, then shifted into high 
gear and headed for the most crowded bayside beach she -could find. She was 
so nervous she couldn't take a deep breath as her clogs clacked along the 
hot sidewalk. Lots of slowly moving cars, lots of languidly walking 
vacationers, and she hurried on past them to her rendezvous with a strange 
cock just as fast as her very shapely legs would carry her. If the reward 
for hard work was getting laid off her job, she'd sure as hell find out what 
the reward was for promiscuous fucking with a virgin boy. 

Her first stop was the liquor store, not the supermarket. There she bought 
three ice-cold cans of mixed martinis, and around the corner from the liquor 
store, in a narrow, dirty alley, she flipped open one of the cans and drank 
from it till her eyes were watering and the trembling had stopped in her 
hands. Now there was a new sort of warmth down deep in her belly and now she 
was blessed with a very good feeling of calm determination as she opened the 
other two cans and poured the contents of all three into the thermos bottle 
she'd used to carry hot soup to the hospital with for so many wasted years. 
She took off her terrycloth robe and slung it over her shoulder while she 
further tightened the double triangle of shimmering white cloth that covered 
the bulge of her absolutely seething cunt and which covered perhaps half of 
her athletically firm yet very femininely rounded buttocks. The top of the 
bikini was tight enough, but it didn't quite show enough, and so Sandy 
pulled down the skimpy cups of it until just the tiniest edges of pinkish 
tan aureole were showing between the glossy white of her bikini top and the 
creamy white of the upper swells of her bosom. Now she felt ready to sally 
forth in her quest for hot, raw sex. She let her hips swing out and her 
breasts jiggle as they may as she stepped out into the sun and headed for 
the boardwalk. 

There were near-nude boys all over the place. Girls too, but their youthful 
charms would surely prove no competition at all to Sandy's willingness to 
fuck and suck. She hadn't had a cock in her mouth for years and the few 
prick's she'd had during that time had been old ones, not worthy of a cunt 
like hers. She licked her lipsticked lips as she strutted the boardwalk, 
looking directly at the attractive bulges in the passing boy's trunks, 
looking for a beach that was alive with sun-baked, horny boys. 

She found it near the amusement arcade. There was a diving raft floating ten 
yeards from the water's edge, a small lifeguard tower with a very handsome 
blond boy on top of it, there was a concession that rented air mattresses 
and beach umbrellas, and there were at least three dozen boys cavorting in 
the water or lounging on beach towels with girls who were as dumb about sex 
as her Lois was. It was just the beach she's been looking for, and she 
headed straight for the nearest boy. "Hi, there. How much are your 
umbrellas?" He was seated on an air mattress, elbows on his knees, legs 
apart, prick very nearly showing through the threadbare crotch of his 
cut-off shorts. He was good-looking in an arrogant sort of way, and Sandy 
could physically feel every inch of the upward progress of his gaze. He took 
in her long slender legs and the white bulge of her pussy and the svelte 
lines of her hips, the long narrowness of her waist and the big jutting 
swells of her breasts. He looked but briefly into her smiling eyes as she 
fluffed out her short, curly hair, then gazed at her jiggling bosom again. 
He was looking directly ahead of him at her pussy, and she was wondering if 
some stray blonde hairs showed as he said, "A buck an hour, and from the 
look of you, you need some shade." 

Sandy had shifted her hot, silken thighs together and said, "Shade isn't all 
I need. What I need is some action." 

His mouth had fallen open. Her meaning was clear. So clear that he sat there 
in a staring trance while Sandy picked out an umbrella and took it a few 
yards down the small, crowded beach. His gaze never left her while she was 
setting up camp. She showed him all of herself that she could during this 
time, thrilled at herself for being so terrifically brazen about it, and 
hoping she was attracting other virile, stupid boys like him for future 
reference. There was a definite bulge in the boy's cut-offs by the time 
Sandy was sitting on her beach towel and pouring another drink to stop the 
new waves of trembling excitement started by him and all the other boys so 
close to her now. 

She'd gone through half the martinis had was feeling a strong buzz from them 
before he came over to her. During this time he'd held a whispered 
conversation with another boy his age, similarly trunked, to build up his 
courage. She stared right at his prick, perspiration beading her upper lip, 
as he came across the hot sand toward her. 

"I, uh, there's a deposit on that umbrella, ma'am." 

Now it was Sandy's turn to gather her courage before she could smile and 
say, "Why don't you take me in your little shed and collect it?" 

He looked all around him as if to see if it was really happening to him and 
then said, "Uh, sure. Okay. N ... now?" 

"Right now," said Sandy, and rose and walked with sinuous barefooted grace 
the few yards to her first try sting place on this vacation, to her first 
fucking place. She needed it so bad she could hardly stand it. The closer 
she got to it the more she needed it. The skimpy bikini was binding her 
everywhere, and cold chills alternated with hot despite the blazing sun. She 
could feel every movement of her prematurely wet cuntlips as she led the boy 
along, and she wanted to shout to everyone on the beach who wasn't watching 
them, 'Look! Look at me hustling off to fuck a total stranger, a boy whose 
name I don't even know!' Her relief at entering the relative coolness of the 
shed was immediately replaced by the need to screw him, right now. Feeling 
gloriously drunk and alive, she stepped between rubber air mattresses, 
already working at her bikini top, and turned to see that there were two 
boys in the shed with her. 

Her fingers faltered. Could she handle two of them? Would they hurt her so 
she'd scream and bring others in, along with arrest and disgrace for her and 
her daughter? Was there any way of getting out of it now? All those 
questions became completely rhetorical then as two pairs of ragged cut-offs 
fell to the sand and a pair of beautiful, hard, young pricks sprang up for 
her disposal. 

She jerked open her top and let her stunningly big tits spill out, laughing 
at the way they gasped, saying, "Come and get it, boys." 

It was beautiful. Beautiful and frustrating. Both boys surged forward over 
the mattresses as Sandy massaged and rolled her big tits, freed at last from 
their tight confinement. There was one of them for each of the boys to heft 
and squeeze and play with, and to exclaim over in awed tones: 

"God dang, she's got big ones!" 

"Jeez, look how big and hard the ends of them are!" 

It was beautiful how they appreciated her, how they were driving her wild 
with excitement. And it was beautiful how their hard pricks were batting 
back and forth against her thighs and hips and loins. Beautiful too to be 
able to reach down and grasp a good stiff dick in each sweating hand, 
squeezing them and rubbing their wetting ends against her hotly crawling 
flesh, knowing how fantastically greater they'd soon feel inside her. But it 
was frustrating to have the consuming need to keep her greedy hold on those 
pricks and at the same time get the bottom of her bikini off. It was a wild, 
wanton, drunken nightmare, far better than the best of her orgasmic dreams, 
and she loved every moment of it. 

"What're your names? Kenney? Hank? You two boys are certainly ready to fuck, 
just as ready as I am. Lovely hard pricks. Beautiful boys. I love your hands 
on me. Yes, pull on my nipples like that. Ooo, I love it! Fuck me and feel 
me and kiss me all over. Nothing at all to be afraid of. But, darlings... 
Kenny, help me off with this goddamned bathing suit before I scream!" 

That prick slipped from her hand and Sandy had the wild impulse to go after 
it and suck it off till it creamed all over her face. That boy was on his 
knees, fumbling, yanking at her tight diaper bottom and leaving her to sling 
her arms about the other boy's neck and lavish panting kisses on his face 
while he groped at the big tits mashed against his chest. 

"Let me taste you, lemme fell your mouth on me," she moaned, crushing him to 
her and feeling all of his beautiful young body with hers that she could. 
"I'm gonna fuck you both so good. I'm gonna be so sweet to you. I've never 
done anything like this before, but I just have to do it, I have to! Kiss 
me, fuck me, everything!!!" 

She couldn't quite reach his lips. He was too excited to hold still and she 
was too busy twisting around to let Kenny get the rest of her bathing suit 
off. When the tiny, clinging garment at last came free, her pussy seemed to 
open up like a blossom, and it was all she could do to keep from reaching 
down and giving it a good hard rubbing. Strong hands on her hips and hot 
breath on her loins, and for another wild moment she knew for sure that both 
of them were going to eat her before they fucked her. But then the one down 
below, Kenny, said, "Boy, she smells like a fucking fish factory," and she 
was dragged down on the sandy air mattresses for the fucking she'd been 
burning for. 

She was going crazy from wanting it. All laid back, sweating and panting and 
clawing at her pussy ... soaking wet! ... and babbling, "Hurry up! Get 
something in me! Fuck me or eat me or just use your fingers, but GET 
SOMETHING IN ME!" 

"Shut up!" 

A sandy hand was clamped over her mouth and a wonderfully hard young body 
was thrown between her legs. It was all a jumble of sweating, thrashing 
bodies in the semidarkness with dust rising through thin ribbons of 
sunlight. It was an animalistic scene, all dirty and as sordid as it could 
be, but then it was suddenly turned into one of miraculous beauty as a hard 
prick was plunged into her reaching cunt with wondrous ease. 

The hand over her mouth wouldn't even let her cry out in her great joy, but 
everywhere inside her she was shouting, "Thank you! THANK YOU!" 

As soon as it entered her she started cumming like crazy. It was almost too 
much to bear, but still it wasn't enough! He was rasping her skin with his 
sandy hands and panting and gasping in her ear and fucking her very 
clumsily, but so very beautifully that she couldn't stop cumming. She didn't 
want to, not ever, and she threw her slender body up at the best part of him 
with rapid thrustings of her hips, with no effort at all. The only conscious 
effort she had was of striving for just a little higher level of orgasmic 
ecstasy with him, a little higher and a little higher, and then far too soon 
he was cumming in her! 

For an instant it ripped through her with brilliant, almost painful 
pleasure, that first burst of his jism, but then she'd twisted her mouth 
from the gagging hand and was embracing her slowing lover with arms and legs 
and softly sobbing, "God, you can't stop yet! Please! A little more! Fuck me 
some more!" 

"Didja cum, Hank? Lemme fuck her!" said a voice from the hot dimness beside 
her, and Sandy's joy soared like an eagle and she threw open her arms and 
legs and roughly pushed the spent boy off her. She wanted to shout with 
laughter at her good fortune in finding a pair of pricks for her first 
balling at the beach, but far more than that she wanted to get her 
throbbing, gushing cunt on top of that second prick. 

He was lying on his side on an air mattress, reaching for her. She wasn't 
sure which one it was and she didn't care. She just pushed him over on his 
back and climbed on top of him, grabbing his hard prick in her hand and 
jamming it in her hole and picking up her beautiful series of orgasms where 
they'd left off. 

But as mad with lust as she was, as much of a fucking frenzy she was in, 
there was some intelligence in her actions now. She wanted to be on top of 
this one where she could give her exploding cunt every bit of fucking it 
needed, every which way, with no danger of him rolling off her following 
another premature ejaculation. 

"God damn!" he said from under her. "She's goin' crazy!" 

"She sure knows how to fuck," said the other. "Man, you should see the way 
she's movin' her ass." . 

Just his hand placed on her frantically bouncing ass was enough to drive 
Sandy to some kind of a secondary orgasm. Under her she could feel and even 
smell that the hard prick in her cunt was about to shoot in her and send her 
shooting off to what would have to be the peak in this all too brief fucking 
session, but then the fast action behind her threw everything into a new 
kind of frenzied turmoil. The first one had stuck his prick, still hard and 
all buttery slick from her cunt, right in her asshole! 

"No! Please! Don't do that!" she hoarsely whispered, unable to even scream 
lest she be discovered by those people, just yards away, being sodomized by 
a teenaged boy. 

"What're you doin', Hank? Fuckin' her in the ass?" said the prick in her 
cunt through his groans of orgasm. 

"Damn right. It looked too good to pass up. Uh! Tight! Tighter than her 
goddamned cunt." 

He was holding her down and sawing it in and out of her ass with all the 
vigor he'd shown when fucking her properly. She was arching and squirming 
and panting between the two sweating bodies, pleading, "No! Please! I can't 
stand that! Nobody's ever done that to me before! Please! Oh, please! Please 
don't leave me! Please let me cum some more!!!" 

She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in her wild new joy. No more 
than a dozen stabs of the dick in her asshole and she was butt-fucking like 
she was born for it. He wasn't holding her down any more and she could move. 
He couldn't hold her down under the torrent of orgasms blasting into her 
from before and behind. Rolling back and forth in the stifling little shed, 
over sand and air mattresses, one cock still firmly plumbing her shitter and 
the other still hard and held in her cunt by the force of her sinewy arms 
about its owner's neck. She'd never been fucked before in her life! It was 
the most glorious experience she'd ever known, and yet these crude young 
idiots she was sharing it with were taking it so lightly they were making 
jokes about it. 

"Hey, we got us a sandwich!" 

"With two hot dogs and lots of mayonnaise." 

"Jeezus, her asshole feels good!" 

"And man, is her cunt ever hot now!" 

"You gonna cum again, Hank?" 

"Yeah. In a minute. Uh! Yeah! You, too?" 

"Damn right. Oh, God damn!" 

"Again and again and again!" Sandy moaned, churning every which way and 
still gloriously sandwiched between them. "Never stop cumming! Be like me!" 
she pleaded, feeling every bit of both fine pricks ripping through her 
wonderful holes and rasping the tissues between those holes in an 
unbelievable fashion. 

She was fully caught up in a fucking frenzy now. The two sandy slick bodies 
everywhere around her could have been those of dogs or gorillas or cobras 
and she wouldn't have cared as long as their dicks stayed in her. She was 
panting and sweating with them, almost fainting from sheer exhaustion, but 
still she kept up with every movement of each of them and babbled 
incoherently for more. 

"Love it. Fucking. Just love it. Don't leave me. Ever. Pricks. Cunts. 
Fucking. Sucking. Fuck me good. Suck you off, both of you. Oh, I love it. 
How I love it. NO! Oh, nooo-o-o-o," she sobbed, as the prick was pulled out 
of her poor weeping cunt and when she went to grope for it, she lost the one 
in her butt. 

Suddenly she was too tired to reach for them. She lay sprawled on the sand, 
scarcely conscious and scarcely hearing or seeing them standing over her 
fallen form. 

"Did you really cum twice?" 

"Shit, yes, I did! Man, my prick is sore." 

"Mine too, but it was worth it. She might be old as the hills, but she's a 
good piece of ass." 

"How the hell would you know, you fucking virgin." 

"Well, I'm not any more!" 

A laughing and shoving match started in the shed. Sandy was kicked and 
showered with sand, but she didn't move. She just lay there and let it 
happen, pussy and asshole both drooling boy-cum, until a shout for an 
umbrella boy outside made them hastily don their shorts and left her in 
peace to take a nap. Her last thought was of Lois, innocently wandering on 
the . other side of the peninsula, entirely unaware of what a lascivious old 
nympho her mother could be. i 

 Chapter Two 

But Lois wasn't wandering the beach, seagull-watching. A trap had been set 
for her and she had stepped into it. The owner of the Surfspray Motel was a 
man named Paul. He was in his middle thirties. He was a fairly good-looking 
fellow, with brown hair and a short beard. He had a gentle air about him 
that effectively concealed the fact that he was a very homy fellow, and he 
had a certain craftiness about him that had helped him to get inside the 
panties of many women and girls. 

He didn't care if they were women or girls, as long as they were female. 
He'd had sexual relations with females ranging from age nine to age 
sixty-four, and he'd enjoyed them all. He enjoyed the seduction just as much 
as he enjoyed the actual sex act, and he was a master at both. He liked 
eating a cunt as much as he liked fucking one. He had an extensive 
collection of pornography that included a lot of close-up pictures of cunts. 
He liked cunt better than he liked the comforts of domestic life, and if 
that cunt was a nice tender young one like the girl in # 6 had, well so much 
the better. 

It was the best cunt in the motel at the time, and he meant to have it. Of 
the eleven units he rented out, nine of them were occupied by honeymoon-type 
couples, while # 7 was being rented by what he was sure was a lesbian cunt, 
and # 6 had the mother and daughter cunts. He was also fairly sure that the 
mother cunt was out looking for young cock, which gave him more freedom in 
the pursuit of the daughter cunt. He would of course be entirely 
unscrupulous in this pursuit. If he got caught with the minor child, and he 
had been before, he'd somehow get out of it. But if he didn't get caught 
he'd enjoy her all the more, and he'd teach her some things about sex that 
would make more of a woman out of her. With any luck he'd possess her 
mother's cunt, too, but first there was little Lois' cunt to be had. 

His first step in this direction was to remove his pants and shorts, leaving 
him clad in only a long-tailed, silky Hawaiian shirt. Next he took out a 
sheaf of dirty pictures and scattered them about on his coffee table in the 
living room-office of his little beach cottage. He lay down on his side on 
the couch beside the coffee table and took his prick in his hand. It was 
already good and hard, not so much from the wonderfully lewd pictures before 
him but more from the fact that Lois and her hopefully virginal cunt were on 
the way to see him. He knew this for a fact, for in his unscrupulous 
letching for cunt he had planted microphones in each of his eleven rentals. 
He had also made sure to give the mother and daughter in # 6 only one key, 
and he'd been listening to their conversation when Sandy had told Lois to 
leave that key with him before going to the beach. He had the girl all lined 
up, and even though he'd lined up dozens of others before her in this 
fashion, he feit the same sense of high excitement he'd known when he was a 
virgin on the verge of chalking up his very first pussy. He hoped she would 
hurry before he got carried away and jerked himself off to an ejaculation. 

He only had to wait about five minutes. It was their first day on vacation 
and the kid was eager to get to the beach. His excitement rose steeply 
higher as he heard his porch stairs creak under her weight. He'd left his 
front door slightly ajar for her and he'd drawn the shades so that she 
couldn't see him until she was well inside of the dim room. He heard her 
softly knock and say "Sir?" ... and that alone almost made him cum. It was 
the critical point in his whole seduction, and he fought down the excitement 
and concentrated hard on the dirty pictures, hard-on in hand, waiting for 
his tender prey. He could almost smell her pussy already, and he liked the 
smell of it. 

Lois supposed their motel manager was out for a walk or doing his chores. It 
was a creepy feeling entering a strange house, even a sunlit one like this, 
and she knocked again before gently pushing open the door to leave their key 
in a safe place. The desk was a few feet inside. Coming out of the dazzling 
sunshine made it difficult to see things inside the pleasantly cool cottage 
and she was squinting as she entered, key in hand. But her young eyes grew 
quickly accustomed to the shaded room and the key dropped from her hand and 
she gasped in alarm at the sight of their motel manager on his couch with 
his thing in his hand! 

It paralyzed her. The blood drained from her face and her knees almost 
buckled while at the same time every hair on her body stood on end and the 
most shivery sort of chills went up her spine. Of course he was aware of her 
intrusion on his privacy now, and he quickly sat up, trying to hide his 
huge, upright thing, failing at this, and saying, "Good heavens, I'm 
terribly sorry about this. You should have knocked." 

"I ... I ... I did," Lois stammered, hands over her mouth now and wide eyes 
staring, but legs still too shaky to run. 

"Well, no harm done," he said, calm as could be, and gathered some large, 
glossy pictures together into an untidy stack on the table before him. Now 
Lois saw upside-down that they were pictures of people doing things to each 
other and pictures of naked women, and although she gasped anew, she still 
didn't go running off in a panic. How could you panic in the presence of 
this calm, gently smiling man, even though he didn't have any pants on? "No 
harm done," he repeated. "I was just passing the time playing with myself 
like everyone else does. Did you want something? Is your cottage okay?" 

"What? Oh, the cottage. Y ... yes, it's fine. I came by to, uh, leave the 
key. I dropped it when I. .. when I saw you." 

Paul was overjoyed! The critical point had been passed in that she hadn't 
gone screaming down the street. He was halfway home with her now, just as 
long as he controlled his horny exuberance and kept up his fatherly smile. 
He was so confident that he leaned back on the couch and gave her another 
look at his dick, and when she still didn't run, he knew he had it made. 

The only penises Lois had seen were in her biology books. She knew they got 
hard, but didn't know they got that big and stood straight up like that. It 
had a sinister aura to it standing there in the shadows of his loins, 
sprouting up through dark hair, but it was so fascinating to look at and it 
was such a safe distance from her that she stayed to gaze at it while she 
could. 

Paul was doing some gazing of his own. She was a good-looking kid, and just 
as tender as a peeled grape. Plump pink lips that would look even prettier 
wrapped around his prick. Youthfully plump, adorable little figure that 
would be even more adorable once he'd talked her out of that ruffled pink 
gingham bikini. Skin like a baby's, but capable of inflaming with a hot 
desire to be touched and kissed and sucked and fucked. Fright gone from her 
wide blue eyes now, replaced with fascination and with his old ally in such 
seductions, youthful curiosity. Growing more sure of himself by the moment, 
he curled his hand around his cock again. 

"Would it bother you if I continued?" he asked. 

"What? You mean___?" 

He gave his cock one soft stroke and said, "When a man gets as close to 
cumming as I am, it's very bad for him to just stop. In fact, he can't," he 
said, and stroked it again when she remained rooted to the spot. "Just close 
the door and watch, if you want. It wouldn't bother me a bit, and I'm sure 
it's something you'll see many times in your life." 

She glanced behind her at the door but she didn't close it. It would be just 
his luck if the dyke in # 7 came in then, or Lois's mother. But he'd gone 
too far to quit now, and he still had her watching him as he continued to 
stroke his terrifically hard cock. 

"Do you play with yourself much...? I'm sorry. I've forgotten what your name 
was," he lied. "L-~Lois," she said, still staring and fascinated anew by the 
glistening film of wetness developing on the rosy knob of his thing. "And I 
don't... play with myself at all!" 

"Oh, come now. You touch your little pussy. 'Fess up. You can't help it 
because it feels so good. I do it a lot, but as much as I play with my 
prick, I can't wear it out. This collection of dirty pictures I've got helps 
me out by getting me all hot and bothered and getting my prick hard. And if 
you don't mind my saying so, your being here with me now helps, too." 

Lois automatically corrected her posture, then clamped her trembling thighs 
together and clasped her hands tensely over her tummy. He was looking at her 
like she was a real woman, and she didn't know if she liked that or not. But 
why shouldn't he look at her like that? He was a real man. His prick in his 
hand proved that. He had to be a very lonely man to have to play with 
himself instead of getting married, and Lois felt great sympathy for him for 
that. She knew what it was like to be lonely, so lonely that you just had to 
play with yourself a little or wind up crying. And so she gave him a small, 
demure smile and put her hands behind her back to help him with his 
loneliness. 

"You're beautiful," he said, and she really was right then. "You're being 
here makes me so hot I could cum any second. It feels just marvelous to play 
with my cock like this while I look at you. Damn. I'm really getting hot. I 
hope I don't get so hot I say something to offend you. Most of all, I hope 
you don't get scared and leave me now when I need you most." 

"I'm not scared," she said in a small, breathless voice, all atremble as she 
drank in every detail of this amazingly frank man who made no bones about 
playing with his cock. He was breathing faster now and squirming a bit on 
the couch. She felt like squirming, too, but she fought that down and 
remained tensed and rigid. She couldn't help but breathe a little faster 
though. 

"Know what I'd like?" he said. "I'd like to feel your hand on this big hot 
prick of mine. It would feel good to you, Lois, and it'd sure feel good to 
me. Oh, baby, would that ever feel good. I don't want to fuck you, I don't 
even want to kiss your sweet little pussy, but I sure would like it if you'd 
just touch my cock a little. If you did, I'd really show you what a good cum 
looks like." 

She rapidly shook her head. "I couldn't." Her palms were all hot and wet 
with sweat and rubbing her crawly-feeling bottom. She wished she were as 
frank and open as he was so she could rub at the even crawlier feeling all 
between her legs. 

"You'll be able to when you grow up a little more. Damn, this feels good! 
I'm sure glad you barged in here the way you did." Paul writhed around on 
the couch and opened his legs and showed her his big balls. He cupped them 
and rolled them in one hand while he went on slowly jerking himself off with 
the other, and the wonderfully curious girl licked her lovely lips and 
looked at him sidelong, and her soft little teenager's hands began clutching 
at her even softer belly. She was getting hot and she didn't know it, a ripe 
cherry that he'd soon be plucking. "Mouth dry?" he said. 

She nodded her head and licked her lips again. "Why don't you let me cum in 
your mouth?" 

"NO!" she said, and took a step backward. "What an awful thing to say." 

He laughed and said, "I warned you about me. But it's not an awful thing to 
say and it sure isn't an awful thing to do. Just look at those pictures on 
the table. You'll see a lot of cocksuckers there. Women like to suck men's 
cocks. Some men do, too. A man's cum tastes really good. They say it tastes 
almost as good as a girl's cunt tastes. Jesus, I'm getting hot. God, you're 
beautiful. I can't keep from cumming much longer. Do you want to see me cum 
before you take off, Lois?" 

"I don't care. Yes, I guess I do." She wouldn't miss that for the world. She 
could tell all her friends about it, though of course they'd never believe 
her. Or had they seen things like this themselves? She tried to swallow hard 
but couldn't. She suddenly felt amazingly bold, and took two steps closer to 
him and knelt on the floor with her hands clasped hard between her trembling 
thighs. "Go on and cum," she said. "I want to see it!" 

Paul grinned as he opened up his shirt and rubbed his wet cockhead over his 
hairy belly. He had this girl hooked, and before he was done with her he'd 
have her doing things she'd never dreamed of, and begging for more. She'd be 
a cockhound for life if he played his cards right, and when it came to sex, 
he rarely made a mistake. 

"Spread those pictures out so I can see 'em," he said, taking longer, firmer 
strokes now. "Hell, none of 'em are half as fucking sexy to look at as you 
are. I love to jerk off, I live for it, and I could do it ten times a day 
with you as an audience. Almost there now. Damn, it feels so fucking good! 
With you to watch me like this, it's better than fucking or getting sucked 
off. You gotta come back and help me like this again, you just gotta! Whew! 
I promise I'll never lay a hand on you, promise I'll never try to fuck you 
or kiss your beautiful little cunt. I just want to look at you while I jerk 
off, Lois, that's all! Oh! You can look at all my dirty pictures, anything 
you want, as long as you come back like this. Oh, JESUS!" he said, and it 
all came shooting out, and he put on a helluva show for the entirely 
captivated nymphet. 

He pumped his squirting cock and let it shoot where it would. The hot white 
spurts creamed against his chest and shirt and on the pictures on the table 
as he thrashed about on the couch, thoroughly enjoying what really was a 
knockout of a jerking off. He gasped and groaned and pumped still more of it 
out, smearing it over his belly and cock and balls, lubricating his jerking, 
spurting organ for her fascinated eyes and for his gutsy satisfaction. 

"So much of it! Oh-h-h-h, God it feels good," he moaned, thrilled at the 
knowledge that this girl would really be a special one. "Oh, how I wish you 
were feeling this good yourself now," he said, watching her soft little 
thighs jerking and squirming together over her hands, watching her avid 
eyes. "Feel good with me, Lois!" he ventured. "Play with your pussy a little 
while you watch me cum!" 

She bit her lip and her body tensed, and she pressed one fist against her 
little pink twat. Elated, Paul said, "Don't think! Just finger-fuck 
yourself! Now!" 

"No!" she said, and jumped up and reeled backward toward his doorway. 

"Wait!" said Paul. God he couldn't lose her now! And he didn't. 

She paused at his doorway, still panting, tears glistening in her eyes. He 
laid back on the couch, languidly smearing his slick semen over his belly 
and prick, feeling almost as dreamy good as he knew he looked to her. 
"You'll come back and watch me again?" 

She paused, then nodded and ran away. 

He grinned and muttered, "Poor kid. What the hell am I talking about? It'll 
be good for her." 

There was another creak on his porch and Paul scrambled to his feet and 
grabbed for his pants, for Lois wouldn't be returning this soon. "Just a 
minute." He dragged on his pants and very quickly stuffed the dirty pictures 
under a couch cushion and pushed back his hair with his cum-smeared hands as 
he turned to see the woman in # 7 enter his office, the lesbian. She was 
still looking out the door as she came in. 

"Is that the kid in number six?" she said. "She's cute." 

She was the classic lesbian, tall and willowly, but with an athletic look 
about her, with coolly lovely features and a close cap of straight, jet 
black hair. She had a terrific tan and a very good figure, shown off in 
gleaming black one-piece suit with high rise leg holes, lattice-work sides, 
and a plummeting neckline. She'd been around, this one had, and had probably 
seduced as many chicks as Paul had. Though he had a good head start, he 
didn't want to compete with her, and so he said, "That's right. She was in 
here just now telling me how she's subject to fits of epilepsy when she gets 
excited. Poor girl. She must be quite a worry to her mother. Did you happen 
to see her, by the way? What a gorgeous, vivacious woman. Maybe five years 
older than you, Claire, and apparently very lonely." 

"Oh?" she said, and turned lizard-green eyes on him that smoldred with 
interest. 

He nodded grimly. "A beautiful woman with a great little figure, but 
obviously a very sad one. Wouldn't you be, with a child who could die of a 
fit if she got the slightest bit excited? Her name is Sandra. Calls herself 
'Sandy'. You ought to say hello to her. Maybe show her around town. I'm sure 
she doesn't know a soul here yet." 

She smiled a crooked smile and said, "Maybe I'll do that." And she walked 
out without saying why she'd come in, leaving Paul to prepare things for 
Lois's next visit, which might come at any time. He hoped it was soon. 

 Chapter Three 

Sandy woke up feeling drugged, dazed. The little shed was stifling hot and 
she was parched and covered with hot, sandy abrasions. She was sweating like 
a pig and her vagina and her anus were sore as she crawled around in search 
of her bathing suit halves. She found her beach bag first, with the thermos 
still in it. She drank thirstily and gagged and almost threw up the tepid 
liquor. Her bathing suit was nothing more now than dirty rags, but she had 
to put it on. Her fingers trembled and she felt very weak, and she didn't 
even have the strength to square her shoulders as she opened the door and 
peeped outside. Still the same dazzling, jolly, lazy beach scene. One of the 
boys who'd fucked her was still there, she couldn't remember his name, 
looking none the worse for it. She slinked out of the shed like a thief in 
the night, dropped her beach bag by her towel, and kept on going toward the 
bay. 

The water was cold and awakening, but it was thick, wanting to pull her 
down. She paddled beyond the diving raft and dove down to rinse some of the 
sand out of her hair, arose gasping and puffing and headed back to the 
beach. All she got from the boy she'd let fuck her was a sneering chuckle as 
she hurried on past him to the boardwalk, wrapping her robe tightly about 
her as she went. 

With any luck, Lois wouldn't be there to see her like this. She could take a 
hot shower and a good douche and then sleep, perhaps forever. The door to # 
6 was still locked, thank God, but that meant she had to face the motel 
manager. Get that over with and then cleanse herself. He was as smiling and 
cheerful as ever, and he looked disgustingly clean as he handed over the 
key. 

"Thanks," she muttered, eyes cast down. "See if you can get two of these for 
us." 

"I'll do that, Mrs. Simpson. It looks as if you had a good long swim." 

"Too long. My daughter's not been back yet?" 

"Not yet. Oh, I think I ought to talk to you about something in regard to 
your daughter. Charming girl, and very young. It seems as if we have, well, 
a homosexual lady renting the cottage just across from yours. I'm sure she's 
harmless, but you never can tell. You might, well, delicately tell your 
daughter to avoid her." 

Sandy glared at him. "What kind of a place do you run here?" He looked over 
her shoulder, shrugged and smiled, and she said, "Thanks for telling me. 
I'll tell Lois to watch it." 

Minutes later she was in the shower, laving herself with wonderfully healing 
warm water and plenty of scented soap. She'd had her fling and survived it, 
and now that it was out of her system she could concentrate on showing Lois 
a good time. She shampooed her hair and rinsed it long and well. Now that 
she'd behaved like a pig and had that crazy fuck with those boys, she'd play 
for a week with Lois and then head back to the city and find a job. She got 
out of the shower stall and thoroughly toweled herself, then dusted herself 
liberally with fragrant talcum powder, brushed her hair and applied a little 
makeup. She looked and felt much better, more like herself, but she wouldn't 
be herself if she kept her daughter here in this licentious vacation spot 
any longer than she had to. She heard a knock at the door and wrapped a 
towel around her torso before going to answer it. 

A tall, strikingly lovely young woman with captivating green eyes was 
smiling at her on her porch. Sandy couldn't help but glance down at the 
extremely svelte curves on display in the woman's daring, gleaming black 
swim suit. When she looked up, those green eyes were roving over her thinly 
covered body and a delightfully pink tonguetip was roving over thin but 
well-shaped scarlet lips. Even without any foreknowledge, Sandy knew very 
well this was the notorious lesbian from # 7 who preyed on young girls, and 
who was now quite openly lusting for her. 

"Hi, neighbor," she said in a throaty voice. "Welcome to our cozy cottages. 
My name is Claire, and I'm right across the way from you. I just made a 
pitcher of Bloody Mary's and I thought you might like to come over and help 
me drink it up." 

"Nothing I'd like better," said Sandy, flashing her a big smile and fluffing 
her hair, and almost losing her towel in the process of it. The lesbian's 
appreciative look at her nearly exposed tit was almost as thrilling as the 
knowledge that she had a lusting cuntlapper as a neighbor. "I'll just slip 
into some clothes and be right over, Claire." 

"You look just fine as you are, Sandy," said the smiling queen, and held out 
a long, strong-looking tanned hand. 

Sandy touched it, and felt a definite thrill. "You know my name," she said, 
openly flirting back now but still on very unsure ground. 

"I make it my business to know the names of attractive women like you," said 
Claire, and her hand slipping out of Sandy's to softly squeeze the curve of 
Sandy's hip was a sharply sweeter thrill. "Come on, pretty woman. Come on to 
my place where the good times are." 

"My robe, here's my robe," said Sandy as giddy as a schoolgirl in 
anticipation of this entirely new experience awaiting her, and she snatched 
up her robe from the chair beside the door. She was still putting it on as 
she slipped past the tall brunette on her porch, and still another thrill 
coursed strongly through her when she felt the lesbian's hand squeeze her 
jiggling bottom. 

Claire didn't know quite what to make of the slim, seemingly eager blonde, 
but she did want to make her. She didn't often use such a direct approach 
with the women she went after for it rarely worked unless they were already 
lesbians like herself. She'd used it on Sandy out of frustration at having 
failed to score on the beach that day. Now she couldn't yet figure out if 
Sandy was just a very naive woman responding to her overtures out of her 
loneliness, or if she was a lesbian like herself and ready to go 
lickety-split with her. Either way, Claire wanted her badly. She was years 
older than the really young cunt that Claire had been seeking on the 
beaches, but she was damned well preserved for her age, with a pretty face, 
slim hips, and nice big tits. If she was indeed naive and inexperienced, so 
much the better. It would make the seduction of her that much more like the 
seduction of her daughter, and Sandy didn't at all look too old to be turned 
into a lesbian. 

Sandy was inexperienced with lesbians, but she wasn't naive about their 
existence. She'd been approached any number of times by gay nurses, but of 
course she'd always turned indignantly away from them lest she put her job 
and reputation in jeopardy. But this one was special, she was suave and bold 
at the same time, and she was stunningly attractive in her peekaboo bathing 
suit when compared to the fat bulldykes in their nurse's uniforms at the 
hospital. Claire was a hugely exciting woman, and anything but what she'd 
expected from Paul's description of her. Everyplace on her body that had 
been touched by Claire's hand was still tingling, and her cunt was already 
blossoming out in anticipation of that pink tonguetip she'd glimpsed. She 
hadn't been eaten in a long time, and the prospect of being eaten by a 
sophisticated lesbian had her glowing all over. And with no job and little 
reputation to worry about, there was no reason at all for not feeling that 
tongue in her cunt in a very short time. 

Although Claire's cottage was almost identical with Sandy's, it somehow had 
an excitingly different aura to it. There was soft music playing from the 
radio and on the coffee table was the pitcher of Bloody Mary's and two 
glasses. Sunlight filtering through the drawn shades provided the perfect 
lighting for romance, even with another woman. The contrast of Claire's 
softness with the hardness of the two sandy boys that afternoon further 
heightened Sandy's giddy anticipation. 

"Lovely place you've got here. Looks familiar," Sandy joked, and turned to 
smile up at her new friend as she heard the door close firmly behind her. 

At once she was swept into silky, strong arms and kissed, right on the 
mouth. Her eyes flew open to stare into the deep green pools of the 
lesbian's eyes. Her mouth was already open, and already inside it was the 
tongue that had delved in the cunts of countless women. Sandy struggled as 
she could, but with her arms pinioned to her sides, all she succeeded in 
doing was to feel all those svelte curves she'd been admiring outside. 
Claire was a woman who knew what she wanted, right or wrong, and her 
boldness in going after it was both frightening and thrilling to Sandy. 

Claire quit her lips, leaving the willowy blonde gasping. Her perfumed 
breath wafted against Sandy's flaring nostrils as she said, "That should 
remove any doubts you might have about me. If it doesn't, this will." 

With that she released Sandy, and as Sandy staggered backwards, Claire 
caught the towel she'd wrapped around her and whipped it out from under her 
short robe. Still startled, head reeling, Sandy retreated, wrapping the robe 
more tightly around her. Claire advanced on those ultra long legs, untying 
the neckstrap of her suit as she came. She stripped the suit down to her 
waist, baring a pair of big, jutting, conical tits that were snow white 
against the tan of her skin, and whose rigid nipples stared at Sandy like a 
pair of red bull's-eyes. She saw that Sandy was scared but she wasn't 
screaming, so she continued her advance, fondling and squeezing her 
magnificent breasts as she came. She had Sandy backed up against a wall when 
she reached out and grasped her by the shoulders, and the lust for cunt 
she'd known since childhood was fully upon her. She bent to claim this 
woman's mouth again. 

Sandy twisted away. "Wait, Claire! Please!" 

"Wait for what? Let's get out of our clothes and get to bed. I want your 
cunt and you want mine, for a start, with better things to come." 

"Claire, no!" said Sandy, and got out of her grip for the moment. "I came 
here for a drink ... first. At least let me catch my breath." 

"No time like now. Christ, I'm practically drooling for your cunt and you're 
probably feeling the same thing. The sooner we start the more kicks we'll 
have, and I don't want to be interrupted by your daughter looking for you." 
She came forward and rucked Sandy's robe down her arms, whistled softly at 
the sight of her lovely big tits, and placed both her hands on them. 
"Beautiful tits. So soft and nice. Let's go to bed, woman. My cunt's itching 
to feel your mouth on it." 

The lesbian's knowing hands plucking at her nipples and probing at her tits, 
the dominating presence of her looming beauty, made Sandy want to leap 
completely into this formerly alien experience. But old morals aren't that 
quickly broken and so she struggled up out of the unnatural cravings 
gripping her and pushed those hugely exciting hands away from her. Angry now 
at how she'd almost been overwhelmed, she jerked up her robe and snapped, 
"Damn you, you're just as pushy as the bastard men I've been holding off for 
the past ten years! You invited me here for a drink and I'll have that 
drink, and then we'll see about what might ... just might ... happen between 
us." 

At once Claire was all apologies. She tried to lay hands on Sandy in her 
contrition but Sandy pushed her away and plunked herself down in a corner of 
the couch, knees drawn up to her chest and robe wrapped around them, 
trembling with a mixture of anger and hot lusting. 

Claire was still apologizing when she handed Sandy her drink. She sat 
dejectedly down on the floor, legs stretched out under the coffee table and 
back against the couch, "Goddamn it, I just got carried away. I should have 
used a little more finesse, but when I get horny like I am now I get pushy, 
like you say, like a goddamned man. I've been chasing chicks for a week and 
not scoring and then you come along looking so good and smelling so good, 
and I guess I got the wrong idea about your being as gay as I am. Christ, I 
can smell your pussy now and it's making me so goddamned horny I could 
scream," she said, turning her head in Sandy's direction, and exclaiming, 
"My God, what a gorgeous cunt you've got!" 

With her legs drawn up, Sandy's short robe had fallen down to show the 
bulging blonde pinkness of her twat between the tapered columns of her 
haunches. Claire had to look past Sandy's ankles to see it, turning and 
jostling the coffee table with her hip as she did. It showed like a fat 
vertical mouth between her lovely white thighs, like two very large lips 
pressing outward for a kiss. Sandy hadn't intentionally exposed herself like 
this, but neither was she displaying any false modesty in the company of 
this beautiful cuntlapping woman. She parted her legs a bit and said, "Cunts 
aren't very gorgeous to me. Pricks are." 

"You don't know what you're missing. Oh, what a pretty sight!" said the 
lesbian, turning closer to the fat pink lips. "How about opening up a 
little, honey? I'd like to see some more of that." 

Sandy's anger was all gone. The hot yearnings she'd initially felt for the 
lesbian were back, tempered now by the knowledge that she could handle the 
handsome woman as she could handle a horny man. She parted her knees and 
smiled down at the lesbian's upturned face framed between them, and she 
said, "Is that enough? Would you like to see more?" 

"I'd like to see every bit of you." Clair kissed Sandy's foot and licked the 
instep of it, still gazing adoringly at her widening crotch. "You really do 
have a gorgeous cunt. Even your little butt-hole's a beauty. You look so 
good and you smell so good that my mouth's watering and my cunt's just 
throbbing." 

The lesbian's breath on her cunt was enough to drive her wild, but Sandy 
maintained a semblance of calm as she placed two fingers on her flaming clit 
and rolled them around, saying, "My cunt's pretty hot, too. Why don't you 
give it some of your lesbian kisses, Claire? Why don't you lick it and suck 
it and kiss it and make it cum?" 

"Now you're talking my language," said Claire, grinning now as she got up on 
her hands and knees beside the couch, upsetting the coffee table, neither of 
them caring, as Sandy spread her legs wide and Claire pressed her hot mouth 
against the luscious pink gash between them. 

"Yes, kiss it!" Sandy cried, cumming instantly, reaching down and grasping 
Claire's short hair to hold that fantastic mouth right where it was. "Oh! 
Oh, Claire, I love it! Oh. darling, you do it so good!" she said, panting 
and gasping and cumming,' over and over, as the wonderful mouth was joined 
by that fabulous tongue she'd briefly tasted. 

Claire had a good hold on the woman's silken haunches and was doing a good 
job on her. It was a good cunt, she loved what she was doing to it, and she 
greatly relished each of Sandy's reactions to her expert cunt kisses. 
Sandy's musky cunt juices were flowing steadily and already they were 
smeared all over Claire's mouth and chin and nose. With her heels on the 
edge of the couch, Sandy had her legs as far apart as they could go. Her 
belly was lined with creases and her pink and white tits were quivering in 
tune with her orgasms. Her face was beautifully contorted and her words were 
hot and breathless as she said, "Yes, suck it! God, no one's ever done it to 
me like this before! Ah-h-h-h-h-h, I can't stop cumming. Yes, lick it, suck 
it, oh, I love it! Darling, if you had a prick I'd marry you! Suck my cunt, 
oh-h-h-h-h-h, suck all you want of it!" 

Claire really had the woman going. She loved them when they were like this, 
so hot and cumming so hard they'd say and do almost anything. If only she 
had her tight bathing suit off she felt sure she could get up on the couch 
with the heavily orgasming woman and get her to go sixty-nine with her. 
There'd be time for that later, Claire assured herself. Now was the time to 
enjoy the first cunt she'd tasted in a week. She turned her head sideways 
and stretched her tongue up Sandy's wonderfully slick hole, sucking and 
swallowing and holding her fat lips open with constantly massaging hands. 

"That's beautiful! I never knew anything could feel so good!" Sandy threw 
her legs up high, kicking the air, holding them apart with her arms wrapped 
around her knees, feeling insanely good and cumming over and over. "Fuck me 
with your tongue! I just can't get enough of it!" 

Claire drew her tongue from her hole and swirled it around the portals of 
it, taking great pleasure from every shudder and gasp of ecstasy she evoked. 
She covered Sandy's whole crotch with warm kisses, looking up at her moaning 
mouth and counting minutes till she'd feel it on her own cunt. Moving 
fingers replaced her mouth as she said, "Let's get into bed, darling, where 
I can really do a job on you." 

"Don't stop! For God's sake, don't stop now!" Sandy panted, and grabbed her 
lesbian by the hair again. 

The more she made Sandy orgasm, the more Claire wanted some of those 
sensations for herself. She was pushing down at her bathing suit, but her 
position on the floor was such that she couldn't get it off. She ran her 
tongue all around Sandy's clit till she'd brought the frenzied blonde to a 
high orgasmic peak, then backed off and said, "Lovely cunt. I'm going to get 
this damned bathing suit off, and then let's jump into bed for more of it. 

"Don't stop now! Please! No one's ever kissed my cunt so good before!" Sandy 
came off the couch, threw herself at the kneeling woman, almost bowling her 
over. She got that fantastic mouth on her cunt again. She stood in the 
middle of the floor, legs spread wide and body bowed forward, head thrown 
back and tits jiggling, while the wonderful tongue resumed its swirlings up 
and down her drenched slit. Claire had rarely seen a woman this hot before. 
She could almost forget her own need in her appreciation of Sandy's orgasmic 
frenzy. 

"Come sit on my face," said Claire. She lay on her back on the floor and 
held up her arms. 

Right away Sandy was down on her. Her hot quivering buns were on Claire's 
chest, where the lesbian could rove loving hands over them while she ate 
that good cunt. Sandy's clit was perfectly placed for Claire's encircling 
lips to suck on as she sat there panting like a bitch in heat, torso arching 
backward and hands holding onto very velvety flesh behind her. 

"Oh, it's every bit as good as fucking .. . and it just doesn't stop!" Sandy 
babbled, scarcely aware that her hands were clutching at the lesbian's tits. 
"Suck me more, just a little more!" 

Claire pushed her off of her. "I'm smothering. Turn around, darling, and 
give me some more of it." 

Sandy very quickly did as she was told. She had to feel that mouth on her 
cunt again! On her hands and knees now over Claire's long, supine body, she 
rocked back and forth, moaning in ecstasy, moving her cunt over the 
lesbian's tongue. Hands on her hips stilled her rockings and urged her to 
hump at that mouth under her, to fuck at the tongue that was in her cunt. 
"Don't ever stop. Don't ever stop," she murmured, and let the soft hands 
draw her down on the velvety body under her. 

It all felt so very good. There was the total luxury of having her cunt 
kissed by a real expert, plus the luxury of writhing against this beautiful, 
warm woman. Cumming in a beautiful fashion, Sandy embraced softly undulating 
hips and felt warm flesh and tight satin with her cheeks and lips. The 
contrast between the two textures was totally intriguing. Especially there 
at the deep black bulging vee of Claire's tanned loins. Deep in a delirium 
of the most sensual pleasure, Sandy moved her moaning mouth all around the 
vee, feeling the textures and breathing the perfumed warmth, until she heard 
the lesbian say, "That's right, darling. Ahh-h-h-h, doesn't that make you 
feel good. Help me off with this bathing suit, love, so we can do each other 
right." 

Only then did Sandy become fully aware that she'd been kissing a woman's 
cunt, a lesbian's cunt! It brought her right out of her orgasmic ecstasy and 
returned a good portion of her former anger. She rolled away from the 
designing dyke and sat on the floor with her face in her hands. 

Claire followed after her- "What's the matter, darling?" 

Sandy knocked her hand away. "Don't touch me! You're not going to turn me 
into some kind of a queer. All I came here for was to have my cunt kissed, 
and I sure didn't come here to kiss yours!" 

"Take it easy." Claire stied to calm her down, even though she herself was 
raging with excitement. "Wait a minute. I know just what it is you need." 

The tall brunette quickly got up and hurried off to her tiny bedroom, top of 
her bathing suit dangling, heavy tits jiggling away. Sandy remained where 
she was, panting to catch her breath after the runaway series of orgasms 
that had driven her to the verge of perverting herself. Moments later Claire 
came hurrying back carrying a big tan artificial penis fitted with straps 
and buckles. 

Sandy shrank back from her. "My God, what's that?" 

"It's my dildo. I can fuck you better than any man with it. It never goes 
soft and I really know how to use it good, Sandy. What's wrong? You said if 
I had a prick you'd marry me. Don't look at me like that, Sandy. At least 
give it a try." 

Sandy got up, fuming with anger. "You make me sick! Just because you're some 
kind of a pervert, don't think I am, too!" 

"Oh. You're entirely straight, eh?" 

"I most certainly am! Where's my robe?" 

Claire tossed the dildo aside. Her shoulders were sagging as she said, 
"Well, I'm not straight. I'm as queer as they come. I like females and I 
like queer things, and I'd like you to do me a queer favor before you go." 

"What? Go down on you? Let you fuck me with that awful thing?" Sandy was 
shaking so with her anger that she could hardly get her robe turned right 
side out. "Not on your life." 

"Nothing like that. I'd just like to watch you piss, that's all." 

Sandy stopped and said, "Watch me piss? Whatever for? Does that turn you on 
or something? Honestly, Claire, you disgust me more and more." 

Claire shrugged. "I did what you wanted, didn't I? I gave you the best 
cuntlapping of your life. Now, is it asking too much to let me watch you 
piss?" 

Sandy laughed scornfully and cast her robe aside. She brushed back her 
close-cropped curls and said, "Why not?" 

Claire followed the naked blonde into her bathroom, and there she said, "I'd 
like you to stand up to do it, so I can get a good view of your lovely cunt 
pissing." 

Sandy shook her head sneering. "You're really sick, you know that?" She 
stood astraddle the porcelain toilet bowl, hands on her hips well-sucked 
pussy ready to pee. 

Claire got down on her knees in front of her. "You've a lovely body," she 
said, lightly stroking Sandy's legs, "and your cunt's simply gorgeous. Make 
it piss for me. Let's see that lovely golden shower come out." 

"You're sick," Sandy said, and let it go. 

Claire raised a cupped hand, catching the yellow liquid, then sloshing it up 
against Sandy's cunt with electrifying results. Sandy immediately and quite 
unexpectedly began to cum again, and there was no way to conceal it from the 
now grinning lesbian. She was grinning up at the gasping, shuddering blonde 
and spashing her hot piss all up between her legs, rubbing it into her 
quaking thighs and buttocks and belly with both hands now. 

"Just look at your lovely golden piss splashing all over you," Claire 
purred, smearing it onto Sandy's jiggling tits now and poking a finger up 
Sandy's fuck hole. "Just look at how wallowing in your own piss makes you 
cum." 

"I can't help it!" Sandy wailed as her urine flowed unabated, along with a 
long, grinding orgasm, and as she gazed helplessly down at the beautiful, 
sneering lesbian. "God, it won't stop!" Claire got to her feet, slung an arm 
about Sandy's neck, and crushed a kiss on her slack mouth. She was still 
fingering her flowing pussy, rubbing in the hot piss before it trickled down 
Sandy's legs in rivulets that were an integral part of her shameful, 
wonderful orgasm. She whimpered and wilted further against the dominating 
lesbian as Claire pulled sharply on her nipples and sucked strongly on her 
tongue, and she knew very well that if it was Claire's cunt against her 
mouth she'd be kissing it just as passionately as she was her mouth just 
then. She had neither the strength nor the will to resist until at last her 
bladder was empty and she was hanging limp in Claire's arms, panting, still 
feeling the final superb tingles of orgasm. 

"So you're entirely straight, eh?" said Claire, and began to chuckle. 

"I couldn't help it. I... I don't know what came over me." 

"You just had a very queer, very perverted orgasm, that's what came over 
you. How about going all the way and sucking my cunt now, eh?" 

"Let me go!" Sandy managed to push the laughing lesbian away. "God, I loathe 
you! I never want to see you again, you dirty queer!" she snapped, and went 
on unsteady legs out of the little bathroom, leaving, the laughing lesbian 
behind. 

She had her robe on and her towel in hand and was just storming out the door 
when Claire said, "You'll be back, darling. You'll be back for more of my 
kinky kicks." 

 Chapter Four 

After Lois left Paul she went for a walk on the surf beach, trying to think 
over the shocking performance she'd seen. But she'd only gone a little way 
before she had to sit down in the sand and quite unnaccountably weep. She'd 
never felt like this before in her life, not even when she played with 
herself. She thought she must be in love with him, but on the other hand 
didn't think that was possible. All she knew was that she was terribly 
confused and that only she could work things out in her mind. 

And so she walked again and tried to think, then had to sit down and weep 
some more. If this was love, she wanted no part of it, but nevertheless she 
was just as intrigued as ever with what she'd seen, and perhaps more so. At 
last, reaching no conclusions at all, she turned back toward Paul's cottage. 
If she could see him do it again, it might help her work things out in her 
head, and in any case it would be another totally thrilling experience for 
both of them. She hurried on. 

Lois was shocked to see her mother standing at Paul's door. Was he telling 
her what had happened between them? No, that was impossible. She hid behind 
a garbage can on the boardwalk, peeping out until her mother had gone to 
their cabin. Paul remained standing in the shaded doorway, smilmg and 
rubbing his prick through his pants as Lois hurried on from her hiding 
place, hot-faced with shame and itching for more of it. 

"Back so soon? I'm so glad," said the handsome, bearded man, slipping an arm 
about her waist and closing the door behind her. "Did you come back to see 
me jerk off again?" 

She nodded quickly, eyes cast down, gooseflesh rising in waves over her body 
as he lightly stroked her sweating back. She squirmed away from him saying, 
"But I don't want you to touch me." 

"Suit yourself. How about a cold drink Lois?" 

"Okay." 

She stood in the middle of his living room, nervous as could be, wringing 
her hands and trying to still the quaking in her heart and the itching in 
her cunt. She stood there while the smiling landlord took off his shirt and 
trousers and strolled into his kitchenette. His prick, that utterly 
fascinating part of him, was now quite different than before. It was no 
longer the hard, fiercely upright lance that had erupted before her eyes. It 
had changed into a limp sausage that dangled weakly before him as he left 
the room. It was still fascinating, and so was his total nudity, but it 
wasn't quite as thrilling as when she'd seen his prick all hard and stiff. 

He returned with her drink. She gulped it thirstily and squirmed away from 
him when he laid a hand on her hip. How could he remain so calm when she was 
this flustered and excited? 

In fact, Paul was anything but calm. Inside he was seething with triumphant 
excitement at having the girl back again so soon, but he was controlling 
this and the state of his prick very well by a great effort of mind over 
matter. He forced his mind to all the dull, mundane things he could think of 
instead of dwelling on the trembling virgin he'd lured into his quarters. 

"Your mother just came to get the key. Don't worry about her. She was very 
tired and I'm sure she's sleeping now. Did you have a nice time on the 
beach?" 

"It was okay. Why isn't your .. . prick big and stiff?" 

He shrugged. "I've got to build up another load of jism in my balls before 
it'll get hard again." He went around the coffee table and flopped down on 
the old couch, arms up on its back, and said, "A man can't cum time after 
time like you gals can. It'll be up again soon. Your being here will help. 
It'd help even more if you'd take that top off and show me your titties." 

"No!" she said, and held her drink in front of them. 

"It might be a while then. I hope you've got some time before your mother 
comes looking for you." 

She glanced at the door. She looked back at his limp prick and said, "Maybe 
it'd help if you just started in playing with it, like I do." 

He flopped it listlessly around with his hand, pondering the national debt, 
and said, "It's no use. What it probably needs is a look at your titties. 
Don't be so modest, Lois. My looking at your titties won't hurt you. Take it 
off. That should get my prick hard. That or the feeling of your hand on it. 
Why don't you come over here and play with it?" 

"I will not!" she exclaimed, and much to his delight, she set her drink and 
reached behind her for her top fastenings, scowling darkly at him as she did 
so. "There!" She whipped it away, baring a pair of pearly white, beautifully 
conical tits with the pinkest, sweetest nipples Paul had ever seen in his 
life. "Now make it hard," she said, all a-tremble, fists balled before her 
and still scowling at him. 

Paul thought hard about a horrible motorcycle accident he'd seen and said, 
"You have nice tits. They're very pretty, even if they're not as big as I 
like. My prick will surely get hard if I look at them long enough. Do they 
feel good naked?" 

"Yes," she angrily said, and gave them both a good but brief squeezing that 
almost broke Paul's concentration on other things. "But I haven't got all 
day. Make it hard!" 

"You make it hard. I'm no magician. Come over here and just touch it." 

"No," she said, staring and scowling at it and feeling terrifically hot and 
squirmy.,-"Why don't you get those nasty pictures you have out and look at 
those and get it hard?" 

"I've seen 'em a million times, but maybe it's worth a try." He got them out 
from under the couch cushion, telling himself he was completely exhausted, 
pretending she wasn't even there all panting and hot for sex, any kind of 
sex. He dumped them on the table and said, "It's no use. I've seen 'em too 
many times." 

"Weil, look at 'em again!" she said, and came quickly around the table and 
sat down beside him on the couch to spread out the awful, fascinating 
photos. They pictured people doing all sorts of completely wild things to 
one another. She'd been dying to see them right side up, and even if they 
didn't make Paul's prick hard they sure did make Lois's pussy feel funny and 
nice. 

Paul looked at them cross-eyed, out of focus, and did his best to think of 
the adorable little nymphet at his side as a wizened old hag. It wasn't 
working. Her proximity, her bare tits, even the smell of her girlish sweat 
was starting his prick to thicken and twitch. He tried one more time, 
however. "Try touching it. Just once." 

"Oh, all right!" she said, and reached over and grabbed it, just as she'd 
been dying to do all along. 

He put his hand on her bottom, stroked the small of her back, grinned and 
said, "Oh, yeah," as lifeblood poured into his prick. 

She squirmed around. "Don't touch me," she said, but she couldn't find the 
time to push his roving hand off her, and the lovely dirty pictures were 
forgotten entirely as she felt his prick thicken and stiffen in her moving 
hand, as she watched with total fascination as it grew and grew for her. 
"That sure did the trick," Paul said. Her skin was every bit as tender as 
he'd hoped. Her trembling warmth was quite contagious, but he held onto a 
good part of his calm exterior. "A little hand job won't hurt you, honey. 
Just take it slow and easy. Yeah-h-h-h." 

"Like this?" She stroked him with less excited movements of her hand. Now 
that she was this far, she might as well make it last a little longer. It 
wasn't beautiful at all, but she couldn't take her eyes from it. The texture 
of it was amazing, so silky soft on the outside and so bone hard within. 
"You're doing fine. Just take your time, Lois." Even the roll of babyfat 
around her hips was hugely exciting to the touch. Her hips were just as 
round and sweet as they could be, and her nice plump buttocks were as firm 
as her tits had looked. "Does it feel nice to you, honey?" 

"Sort of. How can your prick feel so soft outside when it's really so hard? 
Look, it's getting wet on the end!" she said, drawing the foreskin all the 
way down, and staring with renewed fascination at the clear viscous liquid 
oozing out of the little mouth on top of the ruddy knob. 

Paul was breathing heavily, having difficulty talking in a calm voice, as he 
felt of her fine little body and said, "That's the start of my jism coming 
out of my balls, you little angel. And that's what makes the skin of my 
prick so soft and velvety. You saw how I smeared it on before? It's like a 
skin lotion, the best skin lotion ever known to man." 

"Really?" she said, working more of it out, finding even the odd scent of it 
fascinating. 

"I wouldn't kid you. That's why women's cunts stay so soft and nice, because 
of the man's cum that gets on them. And a lot of women, if they're smart, 
put a man's jism on their tits to keep them nice and soft and firm like 
yours are now." 

''Really, Paul?" Still stroking his cock, using both hands now, she glanced 
down at her tits as he gently cupped one of them in his hand. She was 
bubbling over with excitement. She could hardly hold still for it. She was 
panting and fidgeting and squirming her tit into his sweetly caressing hand, 
stroking his slickening cock and saying, "Really, Paul? Do women really do 
that?" 

"Why, sure," he said. "I'll show you. Lean back a minute." 

She collapsed back against the couch, fearing she might faint from the huge 
excitement coursing through her and thus miss more of it. She watched, 
panting, while he touched her bright pink nipples and roved his tanned 
fingers over her snowy white tits, and she heard him say, "Yes, you've got 
nice soft tits now. Soft and firm. We want to keep 'em that way, don't we? 
You always want to be beautiful and sexy, don't you, Lois?" 

"Yes. Always, always!" she said, and wonderfully wicked shivers of hot, 
wholly adult pleasure swept through her as her man elevated himself on the 
couch beside her and, prick in hand, ran its hot, wetted knob over her 
yearning tits. 

"Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it look nice and sexy?" he said. He wanted 
to cream all over those virgin tits. "Aren't we both feeling good now?" 

"Yes. Ohhh-h-h-h, yes," she moaned, clutching at his beautifully hairy legs 
as he straddled her lap on his knees. 

"You can play with my balls if you want to, but very gently," he told her, 
as he stroked more seminal fluid out of his prick and smeared the sticky 
stuff all over her lovely tits. 

"I want to," she murmured, shifting her torso for more of the wet kisses of 
his prick, and taking his heavy hanging balls in her trembling' hand. 
"Oh-h-h, they feel so full. Are you going to cum soon? Are you going to cum 
all over my titties and make 'em feel really really good?" 

Her words alone almost set him off, but he held back, newly inspired, and 
said, "I'd rather cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Mm-m-m-m, it'd taste so 
fucking good." 

"No-o-o-o," she whined. "Don't even talk about doing that. Do it on my 
titties. All over 'em!" 

"You'd like sucking me off, Lois. I guarantee it," he said, and held his 
prick up before her flushed face and gave it a stroking before returning it 
to the wetted velvet of her tits. "It tastes as good as eating pussy. Let's 
take off your bottoms so I can lick your cunt. It wants it so bad. Come on, 
baby, I'll lick your cunt while you suck my prick, just like they did in 
those pictures." 

"No, Paul! Please, don't talk about things like -that!" she said, beside 
herself with this tremendous glut of wild sensations and yearnings flooding 
through her. 

"Talking doesn't hurt. None of what we're doing hurts. You're having a ball, 
aren't you? Christ, this is terrific, and we're not hurting anyone in the 
world. You've just got to be grown up about having fun if you really want to 
enjoy life. Squeeze your tits over my prick now and watch while I fuck them. 
That's beautiful." 

She did as she was told. He was so wise and mature and masterful, and it was 
true that he'd done nothing at all to hurt her. All he was doing was showing 
her how to enjoy life as an adult, something she'd been craving ever since 
she gave up dolls the year before. 

"It is beautiful!" she said, chin on her chest, watching closely as his 
heavily veined, pink and tan prick was slowly and repeatedly thrust up 
through the tight, soft valley formed by her tingling tits being thrust 
together by her trembling hands. She was all slouched down on the couch for 
it with her bikini bottoms so tightly binding her crotch that her little 
cunt was hurting. She envied him the freedom of his nakedness, but this was 
all still far too new to her for her to strip naked with him and really let 
go. She was still afraid of getting fucked and very confused about his 
wanting to kiss her there, but she had no fear or question at all about how 
thrilling it was to have Paul's big prick sliding in and out between her 
tight tits. 

"Doesn't that feel nice?" he murmured, stroking her soft little shoulders 
and finding them every bit as erotic to the touch as many womens' tits had 
felt to him. "I'm so glad you're mature enough to be able to have good times 
with me like this, and I'm so fucking glad you're having this fun with me 
instead of with some rough beach boy who'd take advantage of you," said he, 
squirming his full loaded balls against her palpitating belly, fucking those 
virgin tits, drinking in the sight of her innocent face all flushed with the 
lust for wild, wild sex. 

"Oh, Paul! I'm so fucking glad, too!" she exclaimed. Her tits felt big as 
balloons, and every time his prick came up through them toward her hot face 
she could smell its rich masculinity and it made her mouth water for it. "Is 
it going to cum now? Isn't it ready yet?" she asked as wave after wave of 
the most fantastic feelings swept through her. They didn't frighten her at 
all now. She welcomed those sweeping feelings and only wished for more as 
she said, "Make it cum, Paul! Make it shoot for me!" 

"Anything to oblige a lady," he said, and backed off and gave his hard cock 
about four strokes with his hand before it shot out a ropy streamer of white 
against those lovely pink fourteen-year-old titties. 

"Paul! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Lois cried, twisting and writhing madly on the couch, 
seeing and feeling each of the jets of pure white jism squirting so 
wonderfully, so magically against her bursting tits. 

It was all over them, with more to come. Trails and gobbers of semen crossed 
the pearly mounds and dotted the bright pink nipples, and as Paul pumped out 
a seemingly endless amount of it, feeling each ejaculation to the roots of 
his hair, he muttered, "This is so beautiful. Rub it in, darling, while it's 
good and hot and fresh." 

"Ah-h-h-h," she groaned, swept up to heaven by this wonderful new experience 
and all the giddy new pleasures that went with it. "It's so beautiful and 
sexy," she moaned, smearing the slick cream all over her tits with both 
hands, kneading it in with her fingers and waiting breathlessly for each new 
spurt of it to kiss her. 

Paul's prick was jerking and throbbing in his hand as he milked it very 
thoroughly and very thrillingly. The force of his ejaculations were 
diminishing, however, and as they did he thrust his cock knob against her 
roiling tits, slipped it between them and let them suck the rest of it out 
of his nuts. It was his second fantastic cum of the day, and he'd still only 
begun with the sexy, highly impressionable angel child. The possibilities he 
saw in her were staggering, and to take every opportunity to further her 
education, he scooped off a stray gobbet of his jism from her sagging chin 
and thrust his finger in her mouth, saying, "Taste how good it is. It's all 
right. Suck it. It won't hurt you a bit. Good, no?" 

"Mm-m-m-m!" She'd hesitated, horrified, for only a moment, and then she was 
sucking strongly on his" finger, rolling the stingy amount of his jism 
around on her tongue and deeply savoring its strange, spicy taste. There was 
something in it that tasted salty but that had the property of tabasco. That 
is, it left burning but not at all unpleasant sensation everywhere it 
touched her, from her tits to her chin to her tongue, warming her already 
seething flesh but not harming it in any way. If her tits and her mouth 
could feel that way all the time, she'd be a very happy girl indeed. 

Paul took his finger out of her mouth and his prick from her tits. He sat 
down on her lap with his prick still hard against her panting belly and his 
balls nestled against her tight little steaming cunt. He smiled very warmly 
at her wholly impassioned face and said, "That was really fun, wasn't it? 
I'm going to have to do that again for you soon. But now, while that good 
stuff is still nice and fresh, lie down on the couch so I can rub it in. 
That's the best thing in the world to make a gal's tits grow nice and big. 
Lie down, honey. I won't hurt you." "Big tits," she muttered, panting and 
writhing and on fire with yearning everywhere. "I want to have big tits for 
you," she said, collapsing on her back on the couch as soon as he'd knelt 
beside it. "Everybody likes big tits. We'll fix you up," he said, grinning 
down at her and giving those incredibly young, well-shaped titties a good, 
thorough massage, working in the spilled semen with both hands. She lay 
there writhing and panting and clutching at his leg, close to orgasm and not 
knowing it. He knew he ought to make her get up and leave frustrated, for 
that would bring her back to him all the sooner. But there was some 
compassion in his devilishly horny heart, and so he slipped one hand down 
and cupped it over her tightly covered pussy, all hot and moist and 
exceedingly firm. 

She gasped and said, "Oh, yes, touch me there! Paul, it burns. It itches so 
I can't stand it!" she moaned, arching and pushing his hips up at his one 
hand and clasping his other one to her cum-covered tits. 

"I'd better scratch it then, eh?" said he, and unerringly found her clitoral 
region with the ball of his middle finger. 

"Yes, scratch it! Oh, that's just what I need!" she exploded, in a wonderful 
little frenzy, clutching at his hands and arching all around on the couch, 
all from the manipulations of his fingers. 

He pulled at those perfect little nipples and pushed at her clit, and said, 
"What you need to do is to cum. You know, every time you do it, it gets 
better." 

"Couldn't get any better ... than this!" she blurted, half in a sweet tangle 
across her impassioned baby face, virgin body thrusting blindly for the 
womanly satisfaction she thought it could only get from him. 

"Wait till you start sucking my cock, then you'll start to know what 
cumming's all about. You've got to swallow a man's jism and get his hormones 
working inside you before you can really let loose and cum." Pacing her, he 
had her very close to a knockout of an orgasm already. If what he'd said was 
true, the orgasms she'd have after he got her to suck his cock would be of 
earthquake proportions. 

"I want to! I wish I had!" she moaned, still doing her crazy little 
horizontal dance on his couch. "Can I do it now?" 

"I've got nothing left for you now. You'll have to come back for that. And 
you'll have to come back for me to kiss this beautiful little cunt of yours 
and make it feel ten times better than it does now." 

"It couldn't! Paul, it just couldn't!" said the wildly excited girl. 

"I think it could," he said, and burrowed deeper with his finger through the 
tight wet cotton of her bikini, releasing her, releasing her to really go 
wild. 

"AAA-A-A-GGGH! N-N-N-N-N-N-NGGG!" She arched all the way up off the couch 
cushions, grabbing his finger-fucking hand with both of hers and stabbing 
his finger harder against her bursting clit. 

"I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to kiss my cunt," she said 
through her grinding moans. "You're going to fuck me and make my tits big 
and let me feel like this all the time, all the time!" she wailed, so loudly 
that Paul had to bend over her and place his mouth on hers, tasting the 
virginal orgasm that he'd so expertly infused through every cell of her hot 
little body. Her tits and her hips and her whole body shivered and shook as 
she clung very strongly to him, giving him all he wanted of her hot, open 
mouth. He slowed his finger diddlings until he felt her start to relax a 
bit, then stroked that gorgeous little body he'd awakened with his hand 
until at last she'd gotten well past the peak of her passion and was 
starting to wilt on the couch. He quit the kiss then and gave her a sharp 
little swat on her ass, squeezed it fondly and slapped it again and told her 
it was time to get up and go. 

"Can't move," she murmured. "Lemme sleep for a little bit." 

"You've got your own bed for sleeping. Get going, Lois. Your mother will be 
worrying about you. Get up and go, kid, or I won't let you come visiting any 
more." 

She opened her long-lashed eyes and smiled a pouty smile at him. "You'd 
always let me come back, wouldn't you? You love me, don't you?" 

He grinned and squeezed her tit. He'd been expecting this, and in response 
he said, "I love to have fun with you, and what's better than having fun? 
Get up now. Cover up those pretty titties and go home to your mamma." 

Lois donned her top and brushed out her hair as if in a dream, while Paul 
hummed about his little house, putting away their dirty pictures and tidying 
up. She didn't wash his dried semen from her tits. She could still feel its 
tingling there, and she wanted to feel it just as long as she could. He 
kissed her good-bye and she promised she'd come back as soon as she could, 
and he told her he'd be there waiting for her. She went the few steps to 
their cabin a happy girl, dazed and confused and tingling and shaky, but a 
very happy girl indeed. 

Lois found her mother fuming about the cottage, looking angry enough to eat 
nails. For an awful moment she thought she and her wonderful loverman and 
teacher had been discovered, but she put on her most innocent face and asked 
her mother what was wrong. 

Sandy glared at her and snapped, "I'll tell you what's wrong! - There's a 
godda ... there's a homosexual woman living here, right across the walk from 
us! And she tried to pick me up, tried to seduce me today. Can you imagine? 
A bulldyke living right across from us!" 

Lois cocked her head. "A bulldyke? What do you mean, Mother? Some kind of an 
animal?" 

"I'll say she's an animal!" said Sandy, trying to calm herself down. "Come. 
Sit down. It's time you learned about such things, such disgusting people as 
that one." 

Sandy's hand was still trembling with rage as she led her daughter to the 
living room couch, that piece of furniture so much like Paul's that Lois' 
pussy felt good just sitting on it. Sandy sat in a straight chair facing 
her, still very agitated. All she had on was her short beach robe, Lois saw, 
and it was open enough for Lois to see contours of tits whose size she 
greatly envied and a glimpse of furry blonde pussy that surely had never 
been as hot and funny-feeling as hers was then. It wouldn't be long till her 
tits were that big and her pussy was even hotter, but as far as her mother 
was concerned she'd have to put up the front of being an innocent virgin for 
a long time to come. She attentively listened to what her mother had to say 
now, partly playing the role of the good daughter, partly because she knew 
what the word 'seduce' meant. 

"Listen, Lois," said Sandy. "There are strange people in this world, queer 
ones who aren't like us at all. Abnormal people who like to do abnormal 
things, like that tall dark-haired woman in number seven. Have you seen 
her?" 

"Oh, yes. She smiled at me today. I think she's just beautiful. I thought 
she was a movie actress or something." 

"Outside she's beautiful, inside she's ugly. She's a lesbian, dear, and I 
don't want you to even look at her again. If she smiles at you or says a 
word to you, tell me and I'll call the police." 

"But why? She seemed so nice." 

Sandy took a deep breath and said, "Look. She's a homosexual. She likes to 
have sex with women and girls instead of with men, like it should be. Do I 
make myself clear?" 

Lois shook her head, looking very confused, feeling very intrigued. "No. How 
can she have sex with women? Does she have a pr ... a thing?" 

"A penis? Well, she does, in a way. It's hard to explain. Just keep away 
from her or she'll try to seduce you, too, and as experienced as she is, she 
might just make it. Awful woman!" said Sandy, drawing her robe tightly 
around her and squirming restlessly on the chair. 

Lois was squirming a little too as she persisted, saying, "If she doesn't 
have a penis, she can't make love to a woman. I figured that out from my 
biology book." 

"She had something .. .instead of a penis. Not a real one. And she has her 
..." Sandy heaved a deep sigh and tightly crossed her legs. ". .. she has 
her tongue. I know. It's hard to believe, but she's a woman that would 
rather make love with another woman with her tongue or with an artificial 
penis than do it the right way with a man and know the joy of having 
beautiful children like you, dear." 

"She just licks other women? Really? Where?" 

"Between their legs, damn it!" said Sandy, rising and pacing the room to let 
the warm summer air cool her hot, angry body. "She does what they call 
cunnilingus. It's awful, but that's what women like her like to do. That and 
I don't know what-all. That and lie between their legs and... and 
artificially have intercourse with them. But most of all what they like to 
do is to make other women like they are. They're not satisfied to just 
seduce other women; oh, no, they want to get women to be like they are, 
kissing them between their dirty legs and doing all sorts of terrible, 
unnatural things. Don't go near her!" said Sandy, turning on her daughter 
with a vehemence that was very impressive to little wide-eyed curious Lois. 
"If she so much as smiles at you, I'm calling the police! I'm going to take 
a shower now," she said, coming down from her towering rage. "Then we'll eat 
out and have a good time together at the amusement arcade." 

Sandy went wearily off, and Lois remained on the couch bolt upright, all 
atingle with this new revelation about the sex life of adults. Women liked 
to kiss cunts as well as men? That might be shocking to her mother, but Lois 
had already been told by Paul how delicious cunts were and so she could 
understand it a little. 

She still didn't understand the part about artificial fucking but she could 
ask Paul about it tomorrow. In the meantime she could only wonder, and since 
her imagination was of the same order of magnitude as her curiosity, and 
since the shower water was keeping her mother out of the room, Lois slipped 
her hand inside her bikini bottom and felt how nice and wet her pussy was 
and how her love bump seemed to have grown so much larger. Within minutes 
she'd made herself cum with her flying fingers and with her swirling 
imagination. As she sat there happily massaging her tits to make them grow, 
she decided Paul had been wrong about at least one thing. He'd told her 
every new orgasm she had from now on would be better than the last one, and 
while it was true this was better than any other she'd had by herself, it 
wasn't as good as those she'd had with him. 

 Chapter Five 

After her perverted and degrading experience with the lesbian Claire, Sandy 
had resolved to put down her voracious appetite for promiscuous sex and 
return to her role of the good, hard-working mother. The evening with Lois 
at the amusement arcade changed that. There were teenaged boys all over the 
place, some of them rowdy, some of them gentlemanly, all of them having 
great fun and a great many of them ogling her and her daughter with yearning 
eyes. She dreamed about them that night. She tossed and turned in her 
unfamiliar bed amid visions of beautiful naked boys swarming all over her, 
bringing her endless orgasms, with the only flaw in the dream being Claire's 
long tongue sliding out of her smiling mouth and into Sandy's hot cunt. She 
awoke in a tangle of sweaty covers and made up her mind in the shower to 
yield to her craving for boy cock again that day. A nice young cock would 
make her forget all about that dirty lesbian, and even if it didn't it was 
what her horny old pussy needed. She was shaking and jiggling with her lusts 
as she toweled herself dry, but no amount of toweling could keep her swollen 
vulva dry. It was pushing insistently at the crotch of her rather soiled 
white bikini when she emerged from the bathroom to find out what Lois was up 
to that day. 

She was going for another long walk on the ocean side of the peninsula, she 
said, to collect shells and look at the seagulls some more. Sandy said, 
"That's fine, dear. I'm going on the bay side again for another long swim. 
If I don't see you at noontime, I'm sure you'll find yourself something to 
eat around here." 

"I'm sure," said Lois, so sweet and demure in her little pink bikini, so 
unaware of what was going on in the world around her that Sandy thought it 
best to warn her about the lesbian again before her daughter left the 
cottage with their single key. 

Sandy tarried a bit, as eager as she was to leave. That bathing suit crotch 
was terribly binding. It wasn't made to hold a vulva as swollen with desire 
as hers was, and every step she took around the house squirmed her cuntlips 
together in an intolerably stimulating way. And so she took it off, and 
sitting at her rented kitchen table she cut a long slit down the crotch with 
a minicure scissors held by nervously shaking fingers. Her tits were heaving 
hard against the tight confines of her daughter's bra top and her breath was 
coming fast and deep. She made the slit so that the tight fabric would still 
press firmly against her protuberant clitoris, knowing full well that the 
incision she was making would give her more freedom for action but wouldn't 
diminish the friction against her clit as she hurried on to find her very 
special boy for the day. 

The salt shaker was right there on the table before her. She mused about how 
much it resembled a boy's prick, very white and straight below, with a 
gleaming chrome knob on top, softly rubbing her lips with the fingers of one 
hand and her clit with the ringers of the other. She thought about what a 
further kick it might be to empty that salt shaker and slip it up her fuck 
hole, providing even more friction as she walked to the beach and lolled on 
the sand in search of a young male body. And as she thought about this, she 
found that she'd lifted the slitted white bikini bottom to her face and was 
deeply breathing of the funky scent of her own hot crotch, getting herself 
high on the smell of cunt. 

"Goddamn that dirty lesbian!" she said, and turned away from the phallic 
salt shaker to quickly get into her bottoms. "She's not going to contaminate 
me any more than she's going to contaminate my daughter!" She snugged up the 
suit and tied its sides tight, left the house with her beach paraphernalia 
and inside of a block was feeling mellowly eager again. The slit was in just 
the right place. The slight moving pressure against her clit was certainly 
there and the frayed edges of the slit rubbed beautifully against her 
swollen cuntlips at her every step. She took short steps, rolling her hips 
to amplify the crotch friction and squirming her tits within their tight 
confines, and wondering how many hother hip-swinging females around her had 
already discovered the easy pleasures to be derived from a tight bathing 
suit and a manicure scissors. 

She could hardly hold still as she waited for the clerk in the liquor store 
to ring up her purchase. No booze today, for that had led her to her 
downfall in the lesbian's lair, and besides she didn't need anything but the 
natural high that was radiating outward from between her lightly perspiring 
legs. She leaned hard against the counter in accepting her change, pressing 
her cunt against it and feeling definite orgasmic tingles. She almost jumped 
over that counter and raped the courteous young man who sold her the tomato 
juice, but she'd already picked out a better prey for the day, the best boy 
on the beach. 

The leers and words of Kenny and Hank didn't faze Sandy a bit as she rented 
a beach umbrella from them. If anything they aroused her lusts some more, 
reminding her forcefully of the insatiable appetite for sex that boys their 
age possessed. It was a pleasure, however, to turn from them and saunter 
off, leaving them in the wake of her cunt smell, leaving them to watch her 
squirming butts and wish they'd treated them better. 

With her umbrella set up, she smoothed tanning oil over her largely exposed 
body, sitting up with her legs apart, facing the boy she was after. He 
didn't look old enough to be a lifeguard, she thought, as she slipped two 
fingers through the slit in her suit and on through the slippery wet slit 
between her legs. He had either lied about his age or the city allowed very 
young boys to serve as lifeguards on this, the safer side of the peninsula. 
In any event, the blonde boy in the pith helmet and white trunks was the one 
she was after that day for a start, and the force of her yearnings were such 
that he turned his head to face her now. She smiled and went on deliberately 
fingering the cunt he could almost surely see from his vantage point, and 
under his deep tan she saw him go pale. She hoped he was an innocent, and 
she'd soon find out. 

Sandy's manicure scissors served her needs again that hot morning. She 
rolled over on her belly, legs wide apart, giving the young lifeguard a 
splendid view of her protuberant white over white ass and perhaps a flash of 
pink between her legs, and she pricked her finger with the scissors until 
she'd drawn a drop of blood. When she rolled over and sat up again, the boy 
was goggling at her from his lifeguard platform, and when she rose and 
headed toward him he drew back in his chair in alarm. 

The seat of his chair was just below the level of Sandy's glinting eyes as 
she sauntered smiling across the hot sand past blanketsful of sunbathers and 
smoochers. Ten feet from him and she could see the inch-thick bulge that had 
crept down the short leg of his virginally white trunks. She kept on going, 
cuntlips squishing together, cunt juices mingling with the sweat on her 
inner thighs. She didn't give a damn who saw her as she went up to the 
goggle-eyed boy and wormed her torso between his bare feet, held up her 
barely bleeding finger and said, "I've cut myself. Do you do first aid?" 

"It's, uh, it's around here some place," he said, twisting around in his 
chair, apparently looking for the kit. 

Sandy pressed her tits against his shin, smoothed a hand up and down his 
nearly hairless thigh and breathed deeply of the good male smell of him. 
Still holding her finger up, she was looking right at his prick, and it was 
still growing as she said, "Silly of me, wasn't it? It's such a little 
thing, but little things do have a way of getting bigger." 

She deliberately touched his growing prick. He stiffened and looked around 
him in alarm, then murmured a half-hearted protest as her fingers peeled 
back the hem of his trunks, exposing a lovely inch of ripe, plum-red 
cockhead. 

He tried to tuck it back in, but she pushed his hand away and jerked up the 
hem till the whole head of his prick was showing, gleaming with its 
tautness, with a big drop of very clear seminal fluid oozing out the end of 
it. Her cunt itched and her mouth watered for it. It looked good enough to 
eat on the spot. Inspired, Sandy squeezed her cut finger until a drop of 
blood fell from it, directly onto his peckerhead. "So sorry," she said, and 
bent her head between his legs and licked up blood spot and seminal fluid 
and delicious boy flavor with a slow swipe of her tongue. 

"Please! Please, Miss," he hissed, gripping the chair arms and shaking with 
his tenseness. "Don't do that!" 

"What, this?" she said, and gave that lovely cockhead another big lick. "Why 
not? Are you too young to like having your cock licked?" 

"I'm fifteen and nobody's ever done it to me before! Don't do it now; 
somebody might see!" 

She licked his dick again. It was just what she needed after her awful time 
with the lesbian. She smoothed and prodded two fingers over its wetted head 
and said, "Whoever sees is only going to be jealous. Look at the umbrella 
boy over there. He sees what I'm doing to you and he's practically green 
with envy. I like you. I like the way you look and I like this prick of 
yours and I'm going to have you. It's as simple as that, so make up your 
mind to it." 

"Not here!" he said, and made the platform rock with his efforts to escape 
from her madly teasing fingers. 

"Here!" said she, and curled her fingers around his prick and gave it such a 
firm and knowing stroking that right away he was gasping and grimacing and 
squirting cum down his leg. 

His sudden ejaculation thrilled Sandy to the core. It was spurting very 
strongly, getting on her arm and shoulder and tits, and there was urgent 
demand in her voice as she husked up at him, "Cum, you horny little bastard. 
Cum all over both of us and then get ready to cum again, with me, right here 
on this beach!" His prick was still spurting, more weakly now, and Sandy 
bent her head down and licked a thick streamer of semen from his leg, bent 
further and lapped a jet of hot boycum from his dickhead. The flavor of it, 
the texture of it on her tongue, brought her to a weird sort of stand-up 
orgasm. She felt wonderfully dizzy and good and powerful as she looked up at 
his astonished face again and said, "When you see me go into the water, you 
follow. D'you understand?" 

He nodded. "Yes. Whatever you say. But don't let anybody see us." 

She pinched his prickhead hard, making him wince, and she said, "Don't be 
such an ass! You do as I say, come have a good time with me, or I'll come 
back here and rape you right where you sit! Do you understand that?" 

"Yes! Yes, ma'am! he groaned, and she turned on her heel and left him, still 
not caring a damn who'd seen them, still swinging her butt and massaging her 
cunt with her bathing suit. 

She lolled and squirmed on the beach towel, hotter than hell. Kenny and Hank 
came over to ask if there was anything they could do for her and she told 
them to go fuck themselves. She knew she might be making a public spectacle 
of herself, but the need for more of the lifeguard's hair-trigger prick 
vastly surmounted that. She knew too that she should give him fifteen 
minutes or so to build up another load of cum, but the same need had her 
hustling her hot ass toward the waters of the bay inside of five. 

Sandy expected her cunt to sizzle when it was kissed by the cool water of 
the bay. She waded deeper through the children at water's edge, and chest 
deep, she rolled over and began to backstroke toward the raft, smiling at 
the sight of her young lifeguard hurrying down the beach after her. 

She swam to the raft and got up on it, feeling like Venus emerging from the 
sea, and went to sit on the far side, facing the busy bay, with her feet 
dangling in the cool water. Girls and mostly boys were either lounging or 
chattering around her, squealing and leaping from the high board and 
executing what they thought were fancy dives from the low one. All those 
near nude dripping bodies served to whet her appetite as she sat in wait for 
the one she'd picked out for her second day at the beach. He came swimming 
around to her side of the raft and would have climbed up to sit beside her 
if she hadn't stopped him. 

"Stay in the water while we talk, and things," she said, lazily kicking her 
feet, splashing water in his awed, handsome face as he paddled up between 
her knees and took hold of the raft's edge with both hands. She smiled down 
on him like a queen, and he looked up at her like a beggar. She said, "Did 
anything like that ever happen to you before?" 

"Never! My gosh!" 

She was tickling his ribcage with her feet and leaning her big tits over his 
upturned face as she said, "Did you like getting jerked off there on the 
beach and cumming so nicely for me?" 

"I was scared but... it was great! What's your name?" 

"All because of my cut finger." She held it up and looked at it ruefully. 
"And you didn't even kiss it and make it well. Kiss it now." She held it to 
his lips, and 'he quickly pursed them and kissed it eagerly. "Suck it," she 
said, and pushed her finger in his mouth. 

"Mmf!" His muffled protest was weak and his eyes were plaintive, but suck on 
her finger he did. 

Sandy laughed gaily, gazing about her at the scenic bay with all its boating 
activity, sliding her finger in and out of the boy's mouth. She managed to 
hook her toes in the waistband of his trunks, and she tugged at them as she 
said, "You seem to like sucking on things, just like I do. I bet you'd like 
to suck on my nipples, just like a big baby. That'd feel so good," she said, 
and lazily fondled a tit, making his eyes roll back in his head. "I've got 
something else I know you'd like to suck on. It's got a little thing like a 
finger in it that just loves to be sucked. D'you know what I'm talking 
about?" 

He glanced at her twat. He knew what she was talking about. And he still 
kept sucking on her finger. 

Sandy kept on smiling, though there was no mirth in her eyes. A lovely lust 
for innocent mouth on hairy old twat was upon her and she inched her 
buttocks forward toward the edge of the raft and toward that innocent 
sucking mouth. "I've a slit in my bathing suit," she said, "in just the 
right place. Your tongue's going in that slit and in my cunt. Then it's 
going to fish around till it finds that little finger down there and then 
you're going to give it a good sucking. Do you understand what I'm saying, 
boy?" 

She waited for him to nod his head, then took her finger from his lips and 
pushed her crotch up to the very edge of the raft. There was just enough 
room for his chin there. She took him by the hair of his head when he 
hesitated and placed his chin there, pushed her cunt against his mouth and 
said, "Ah-h-h. That's a good boy." 

He was clumsy at it and even that was a pleasure, for it spoke of his 
innocence. He was lapping her like a cat at a bowl of milk, and though it 
was damned good, it wasn't enough. His tongue could only just graze the 
bottom of her clit. Sandy reached down and hooked two fingers in the 
slitted, wet cloth, pulled hard and split it another two inches. "That's my 
clit. Suck on it," she told him, and jammed his mouth against it and settled 
back to get all the kicks she could in the dazzling bayside sun. 

His prick was hard again. She could feel that with her foot. Now that she'd 
given him some directions he was doing pretty well, bringing her to orgasm 
after lazy orgasm and at the same time scissoring her foot between his 
thighs and fucking at her ankle. She looked around her, cumming all up and 
down her spine, mentally stripping the trunks off all the boys around her 
while she held onto the hair of the one who was sucking her off. The only 
thing that marred her bliss was when she heard her name called out. 

Sandy looked up in panic, knowing it was Lois out there, but then relief 
mixed with disgust came over her as she saw the lesbian Claire sailing past 
in a rented boat, with two teenaged girls on her sides and a big grin on her 
face. Sandy pulled the mouth from her tingling, dripping cunt and said, 
"Let's go under the raft where we can have a little privacy." 

It was dark and green and cool under there, with the raft rocking over them 
under the thrumming of boys' bare feet. She clung to an iron ring with one 
hand and to his bone-hard prick with the other and said, "You've been a good 
boy so far. Now you can suck my tits." 

She lifted herself a few inches by the ring and he excitedly pulled down her 
top. Her tits bobbed whitely at the water's surface, and he snuffled and 
blew through his nose while he sucked her nipples with all the ardor he'd 
shown on her clit, but without quite the orgasmic results. 

"Hold your breath now," she told him. "Hold your breath and dive down and 
put your mouth on my cunt and blow ... hard." 

He dove down like a seal. His hands slithered up her legs, his mouth found 
her familiar cunt again, and hot chills of delight rose through her with the 
rising stream of bubbles from between her split legs. He was panting, close 
to exhaustion when he came up, but she managed to put the life back into 
him. 

"Ever fuck a girl?" 

"No. But I want to!" 

"Take down your trunks." 

His prick was a nice one. It was slim and straight and very hard in her 
hand. She fitted its bluntly tapered knob through the slit and into her 
twat, wrapped her legs around his hips, and said, "Push, damnit, push!" 

"Uh! Oh-h-h-h..,." 

The water had washed her somewhat free of lubricant and that first insertion 
probably hurt him, but once he'd plunged his pecker into her slick interior 
he was fucking away at her like mad. She had him hold onto the ring while 
she hung onto his neck, meeting the sharp jabs of his prick with her 
powerful pelvis, rasping her clit against the top of his shaft and sucking 
his prickhead into her hungry hole. 

Her orgasms were mounting in intensity now. Those on the raft's top had only 
been preludes to what she was feeling now, and she was still feeling more 
and more. "Don't you cum yet, you little fucker," she said, "or I won't let 
you suck me and screw me any more. Fuck me harder, damnit! Is that the best 
you can do? Uh! Oh, yeah!" she said at his ear. "Now you're getting with it. 
Push that hot dick in my cunt till you drive me crazy. Fuck the shit out of 
me, you horny little bastard, I love it! Yeah, it's getting good now! 
Harder, honey! Stay with me! Oh, it's coming on big now! Oh, darling!" she 
said, and planted her gasping mouth on his, cunty flavor and all, and 
together they churned the water with their mad fucking till her cunt had 
gobbled up every bit of his fresh load of cum. 

"Like it?" she asked. "Do you like fucking an old lady like me?" 

"Whew-w-w-w," he said. "I want to do it again." "I'm not surprised. My name 
is Sandy. I'm going to take a little nap on the beach now. Meet me right 
here in half an hour," she told him, and swam lazily to shore. . 

 Chapter Six 

When Lois left their cottage that morning she went directly to that of their 
landlord. He greeted her with a big smile and an opening door. "Come in, 
come in," he said. "My, don't you look pretty and sweet and ready for some 
more fun today," he said, and he caught her around the waist and Frenched 
her on the mouth in a way that would have set her cunt to tingling if it 
hadn't been already. 

He played with her titties while he kissed her and he stroked her quivering 
belly and cupped her hot little cunt in his hand, and when he had the 
fourteen-year-old girl's head in a whirl, he quit the kiss and said, "You've 
come to see me first thing in the morning. Isn't that nice? Know what I've 
got for you first thing in the morning? A nice hard cock, all ready for your 
little hands or your pretty mouth. You see?" 

He pushed down the waistband of his old jeans, and there at the top button 
his prickhead pushed out to peep at her with its sightless eye. "Oh, Paul!" 
she exclaimed, enthralled by what he was offering her and further thrilled 
by those knowing hands that were roaming so freely over her body. "It's just 
beautiful, poking out like that! I just love your prick!" she said, all 
breathless and giddy as she felt of its bare satiny texture and squeezed its 
hard shaft through his pants. "Are you going to fuck me today? What are we 
going to do?" 

He laughed and laughed. "You get more eager all the time. You were made for 
sex, just like every other female, but youVe one of the lucky ones that's 
learning it early. We might fuck today, if you're a very good girl. But 
whatever we do it will be a lot of fun. Come on, now. First off let's get 
you out of that bathing suit. I don't have a lot of time this morning." 

He began working at her bikini top without further ado. He was sweeping her 
off her feet, and she loved it. He was tickling her and laughing as he 
worked at her clothing, and she was giggling and squirming all about, just 
as breathless and excited and happy as she could be, with no time at all to 
be frightened of him; 

When he'd pulled her top away he said, "Lord, what a pair of little 
beauties. With titties like those you ought to run around topless all the 
time. I've got to kiss them good morning, too," he said, and bent down and 
covered them with warm kisses, roving his wet lips over their perfectly 
smooth firm cones and sucking on the little pink nipples till they weren't 
so little at all, and until Lois was squealing with delight and hugging his 
head to her chest. 

"They're perfect now, but they'll be even more perfect when they're a little 
bigger. Right?" said Paul as he straightened up, opening his pants. "And we 
know how to make them grow. Right?" he said, and easily drew her down until 
his reaching cockhead was once again kissing her nipples and pushing into 
the firm softness of her tits. 

"Oh, Paul!" she exclaimed. "That looks so beautiful, and I just can't begin 
to teE you how it makes me feel!" 

"It probably makes you feel like kissing it. Go ahead," he said, and pushed 
her further down, and before she could even think about it she'd felt with 
her lips how satiny soft the knob of his cock was. 

He only gave her that small taste of it, just enough to whet her appetite. 
And sure enough, she was licking her lips in wonder when he pulled her up to 
his naked side, laughing and hugging and kissing her. "A little taste of 
cock in the morning; that's good for a girl," he told her. "And what's good 
for a man like me is a little taste of, pussy, any time of the day or night. 
Come on into the bedroom where you can be comfortable while I eat your 
pretty cunt." 

His lips were on hers before she could object, though no real objections 
came to her skyrocketing mind just then. He had the back of her bottoms 
unzipped as he guided her through his cottage, and his hand was down inside 
the little pink garment squeezing her well rounded fanny and helping to 
propel her along. She was completely in his charge as she was bustled along, 
saying, "Are you going to fuck me, too? I think I want to be fucked. I know 
I do. And you're going to lick my cunt like the lesbian women do?" 

"I'm going to lick your cunt like nobody but Paul Anderson does," he said, 
and stood her before his narrow, rumpled bed and got down on his knees to 
peel the ruffled pink bikini bottoms from her delectably girlish body. Her 
belly button was the sweetest of indentations in the softest of flesh. He 
paused with his hands on her plump little hips to put his mouth on it, to 
slip his tongue inside it and taste her there with all the giddy gusto he'd 
enjoyed while tasting her tits. 

"Paul, that feels so funny!" she said, up on her toes and trembling, holding 
onto his shoulders with clutching fingers and thrusting her girlishly 
rounded belly forward for more. "I can feel it clear inside me!" 

"You ain't felt nothing yet," he chuckled, and rolled her bottoms farther 
down, following the course of their descent with his warmly nuzzling mouth, 
feeling with his lips and tongue just how delicately sculptured were the 
curves and hollows of an adolescent girl's loins. 

She was jumping up and down on her toes as his horny old bearded mouth 
reached the uppermost fringes of her very silky pubic hair. It was very 
thin, not much more than down, just long enough for him to nibble it between 
his lips and feel its texture. "Paul! Paul, I think I'm going to pee in my 
pants!" she squealed, and he chuckled and told her to go right ahead if she 
felt like it, and he pulled the pink bottoms on down and looked at her 
virgin cunt while he stripped her last remaining garment over her little 
pink feet. 

It was all there, complete to the final detail, but not really looking 
complete. There was the plump bulging "Y" between her thighs with the 
cunning little split down it and there was the covering of blonde hair, very 
thin. There were the rounded bulges of her thighs and tummy and the subtle 
hollows of her groin and there was even the smell of pussy there before his 
face. But the smell was extremely delicate, and in fact, all of it was so 
delicate-looking that now he knew very well he was in the presence of a cunt 
more suited to be bared for peeing than fucking. He almost changed his mind 
about the whole thing at that point, but then she said, "Kiss it, Paulf Lick 
my cunt like the bulldykes do. Oh, it's just itching like crazy! Do lick my 
cunt, Paul, just a little, and then teach me how to fuck!" 

He sat her down on the bed and spread her legs. He had her prop up her head 
with a pillow so she might watch. Meanwhile he was watching her cunt. It was 
a lovely pink, tinged with the gold of her hairs. Opening her legs had 
opened her thin little cuntlips to show the brighter pink of her vulva, and 
her tiny clitoris, and the little hole that would accept so many cocks in it 
during her lifetime. 

Below it were the convoluted hollows of her anal area, clasped close by the 
round bulges of her butts. There was the hint of the smell of a baby in the 
scent of her crotch, and there was the smell of woman too coming from that 
glistening pink slit. It was young and virginal and not fully formed, but it 
was also quivering with its eagerness to grow up and enjoy life. All it 
needed to grow up was some activity, some use, and Paul lowered his mouth on 
it and began to use.it. 

"Paul, that tickles so! I don't know if I can stand it!" she cried, trying 
to squirm her hips back from him as he placed kiss after puckered kiss on 
the sweet pink mound. 

"Paul, stop a minute so I can get my breath or I'll wet my pants!" she 
wailed, kicking at his back with her heels and making the bed creak with the 
bouncings of her little ass. 

He held her thighs encircled in his strong arms, spreading her little 
cuntlips with his thumbs and began to lick up and down through her 
incredibly delectable slit, and she went crazy. 

"Don't do it any more!" she babbled, pushing at his forehead and thrashing 
all around. "I'm peeing all over the place and I can't stop!" she said, 
though in fact her tensed cunt wouldn't let her pee at all. "Oh, I never 
dreamed it would be like this! Paul, it's just too much!" she wailed, and 
her hips started bumping up at him and he grinned through his kisses and 
went for her clit. 

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, what're you doing to me?!?" she moaned, thrusting up off the 
bed at him and clutching at his hair. "You're sucking me, you're sucking me 
right on my love bump and oh-h-h-h-h-h, God it feels so good! "Oh, Paul! Oh, 
Paul! Lick it and suck it and make me feel like this forever! Oh! OH! OH, 
PAUL-L-L-L-L-L!" 

He had her really cumming, and there was no doubt about that. With his mouth 
glued to her clit, he had her churning and thrashing all over his bed, doing 
the horizontal dance of love but never for a moment dislodging his mouth 
from her rapidly wetting cunt. She kept up the same wild dance, providing 
music of her own, when he backed off and used just his tonguetip on her 
twat. Her little sex organs already seemed to have grown. Her cuntlips were 
fatter and her clitoris was quite large enough now for him to swirl his 
tongue around it and keep her going. He didn't know if she was having a 
complete orgasm or a whole series of them or if she was just on the verge of 
her first really big one as he tended to her cunt with his tongue and 
kneaded her soft, jerking buttocks with his fingers and thumbs. All he knew 
for sure was that he was really turning her on, and that he was turned on to 
a point where his burning cock felt a yard long. He quit her cunt abruptly 
and got up on the bed beside her, stroking his cock. 

"Suck it," he said. "Hurry up. Take it in your mouth and suck it before it's 
too late." 

For a moment she was utterly astonished. It showed on her beautifully 
flushed face as she lay nakedly sprawled on his bed, staring at the big 
organ being worked in his hand before her panting lips. But before she could 
say a word of protest, he'd pushed its ruddy head between those sweet pink 
lips, and before she could spit it out it was creaming. 

"Mm! MM-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!" Lois exclaimed, his cock deep in her mouth, spurting 
heavily and filling her brain itself with the rich, intoxicating cum juice. 
It was thick and viscous and delicious, and it kept spurting and cumming in 
such quantities that she couldn't taste and swallow it fast enough to keep 
some of it from spilling out the corners of her mouth as she twisted and 
turned on the bed to keep her hold on it. 

Paul was twisting and turning, too. It was a fantastic big cum, full in the 
mouth of a hot young virgin, and he watched her beautiful young face with 
its cheeks all sunken in and semen drooling from her mouth just as long as 
he could before he dove for her cunt again. He found her hand there, clawing 
at it, and he jerked that aside and stabbed within with his tongue, lapping 
and sucking simultaneously to send her to new paroxysms of wild delight 
while his prick was still creaming in her mouth. 

Huge, huge waves of pleasure were coursing through her, in time with the 
gushes of hot jism shooting from the prick she now held in both hands. It 
was more than pleasure. It was something she'd never known before, something 
that transcended all the sex fun she'd had with either Paul or her hand in 
the past. And as ripped as she was with these terrific new sensations, she 
could still anticipate and thus further enjoy each new gush of his jism in 
her mouth that triggered another big wave of sensation in her. Those big 
waves dwindled with the dwindling of his ejaculations, and at last when she 
was softly nursing on a big prick that was starting to go soft in her mouth, 
she felt so utterly relaxed and calm that Paul's gentle kisses on her cunt 
seemed like nothing more than friendship kisses. 

He gave that sweet wet cunt a final kiss and took his cock from her 
reluctantly yielding mouth. "Whew!" he said as he came up beside her and 
kissed her. "Well, how did you like that, little girl?" 

"Mm-m-m." She cuddled closer to him. "When can we do it again?" 

"You liked sucking my cock? It tasted good?" 

"Mm-m-m-m. And it felt good all over. It even feels good in my tummy now." 

"That's the stuff that'll make a real woman out of you. You should suck all 
the cocks you can from now on. Eating it is really good for a woman. Good 
for a man, too. The reason I'm so sexy is that I've eaten so much cunt in my 
life." 

"Really?" she murmured, so warm and content, so sleepy and happy. 

"Really," he confirmed, and slapped her on the butt. "And now that you've 
sucked a cock and tasted a full load of cum and played a little sixty-nine, 
it's time to get out of here. I've got things to do today." 

"I want to do them with you." 

"Nope. Man's work. Business deals. You go take a walk on the beach. Go 
swimming. Enjoy the beach while you're here." 

"But I'm so sleepy." 

"Y.ou can't let a little sex wear you out, kid. But if you're sleepy, go 
find some shade and take a nap. Come on. Get up, get dressed, and get 
going." 

He had to help her into her swim suit, not an unpleasant task at all. He 
kissed her good-bye at his door, a vapidly smiling, obviously lovestruck 
girl, and told her to come back in a few hours. Then he went back to bed for 
a nice long nap by himself, for he didn't want the kid to get too attached 
to him. 

 Chapter Seven 

Lois met her young lifeguard three more times at the raft that morning, 
taking languorous naps between the very pleasant suckings and fuckings she 
was getting. By noon he looked too weary to climb down from his little 
tower, and Sandy was getting a little bored with him and more than a little 
hungry. He waved a weak goodbye when she gathered up her beach 
paraphernalia, put on her robe to barely cover the enlarged slit in her 
bikini, and left the beach for some lunch and a shower before the 
afternoon's activities. She was strolling home, feeling extremely pleased 
with herself, when for the second time that day she heard her name called 
out. 

Once again it was Claire, now alone and sitting rather dejectly at a table 
in the outside bar of a restaurant. The tall, dark lesbian held up a glass, 
silently offering Sandy a drink. Sandy had long since finished her tomato 
juice and was thirsty. She'd admired the rather posh restaurant bar but 
certainly hadn't the funds to go there by herself, and now she quickly 
decided to take advantage of the lesbian and her money and have that drink 
with her. She knew the female homosexual's calculating ways now and was sure 
she herself couldn't be taken advantage of again and led into any perverted 
sex acts, and so she turned from the sidewalk, all smiles, and sauntered to 
where Claire was sitting at a small table with its two chairs backed up 
against some partially screening philodendrons. Sandy had to push the leaves 
back and sit closer to the lesbian than she cared to, but that was small 
enough price to pay for having a free drink or two at this expensive place. 

Much to Sandy's relief, Claire didn't rise like a man and help her with her 
chair. She did, however, snap her fingers for the waiter, and moments later 
he was serving Sandy a large pineapple with straws and ice and fruit in it. 

Sandy sipped it and Claire's hand fell on her bare thigh under the table. 
"It's delicious. What is it?" she said, and pushed the hand away. 

"It's a Mai-Tai. Careful. Two of them will knock you on your ass." 

"I don't intend to get knocked on my ass around you," said Sandy, and pushed 
that hand away again. "I'm accepting a drink and some conversation from you 
and that is all." 

Claire shrugged and sipped her highball. "That's the way it goes. That's the 
way it's been going since I hit this lousy place. Drink. Talk. I won't try 
anything." 

Sandy fidgeted happily in her chair. "I don't suppose you could after those 
two girls I saw you with. Did you seduce them both? Did you get them both to 
go down on you? And then did you use that awful dildo of yours on both of 
them?" 

Claire shook her head. "I didn't even get to lay a glove on those two little 
angels before a couple of local punks in a ski boat came by and called to 
them and they dove off my boat and went swimming after them. At least they 
waved goodbye to me. Did you have a good day? It looked like you did." 

Sandy sipped her drink before saying, "You saw what that boy was doing to me 
on the raft? I didn't think anybody could." 

"I could tell by the expression on your face." 

Sandy sipped and grinned and said, "You should have seen the expression on 
my face under the raft later on ... three times." 

The tall brunette sighed heavily. "Some gals have all the luck." 

"That's because some of us gals are normal and go after real, live men 
instead of women and girls," Sandy righteously said, knowing full well that 
Claire couldn't realize how young her lifeguard had been. "Those girls you 
were with looked no more than twelve years old." 

"Fourteen and fifteen and ripe for plucking," Claire sadly said. "And they 
both got away, like all the rest on this trip but you, Sandy dear." 

Again Sandy had to push her hand off, and as she did she said, "Listen, 
Claire, I know how persistent you are, and I know I've got a 
fourteen-year-old daughter living too damned close to you. If I ever so much 
as see you talking to her, I'll have you arrested." 

"Oh, don't worry. Christ, do you think I'd pick on a gal with an affliction 
like hers?" 

Confused, wary, Sandy said, "Uh, who told you about Lois's, uh, affliction?" 

"Paul, the landlord. I know darned well if I got her a little hot and 
bothered she'd have an epileptic stroke, so don't worry." 

Sandy smiled into her drink, knowing she'd have to thank Paul for his lie. 
With his unsolicited help, she'd outwitted the wily lesbian, and in her 
exuberant security she clasped Claire's hand and said, "You're a good woman, 
Claire, even though you are a little queer in your tastes. But I don't 
suppose you can change yourself now." 

Fingers twined through Sandy's and sultry green eyes tried to melt through 
her as the handsome woman said, "I don't want to change, not when there are 
lovely, passionate, not fully awakened women like you around." 

The smooth flattery momentarily affected her more than the smooth drink, but 
Sandy said, "Oh, I'm awakened. And I sure don't want to get any more 
awakened to things like pissing for your kinky pleasure." 

Claire shrugged, disengaged her hand, and sipped her drink. "Was it all that 
bad? You had an orgasm, didn't you, and as far as I'm concerned, any orgasm 
at all is better than none. As much as I need one myself, I'd like to take 
you home right now and give you about a dozen of them, in all sorts of ways, 
and make sure you enjoy each and every one of them." 

She really was a handsome woman, suave and worldly and exciting in her way. 
She had on that stunning black see-through bathing suit again and her tawny 
tan figure in it could attract any man or boy in town, and yet here she was 
with middleaged Sandy. Though it was true that Sandy didn't want to engage 
in any more urination, she had to admit that an orgasm had resulted from it, 
and that orgasms were certainly fun. And Claire had eaten her box really 
well, far better than her lifeguard had. And Sandy was out for kicks, wasn't 
she, and did it really matter where those kicks came from as long as they 
didn't turn her into some kind of pervert? 

Sandy took off her beach robe and draped it over her lap. She nudged the 
gloomy lesbian's bare shoulder with hers, smiled up at the surprise in those 
slanting green eyes, and said, "Why do you have to take me home for those 
orgasms?" 

"You mean here, at the table?" Claire said, and looked around them at the 
other afternoon drinkers and the people strolling the boardwalk. 

"Not at it, under it," said Sandy, and touched Claire's fingers to Claire's 
lips, and guided the lesbian's hand under her robe and up between her legs. 

Claire's eyes opened wide and a smile lit her face as her fingers touched 
that warm slick flesh she'd come to love so dearly. "Darling!" she murmured, 
and began to delve and tickle in a delightful way. "You might make my day 
after all." 

"Don't count on any orgasms for yourself," said Sandy, inching forward to 
the chair's edge for more of those expert fingers and turning again to her 
cool, refreshing drink. 

"It's as much of a pleasure to give as to receive ... almost." 

"Then give, big mamma, give," said Sandy, and spread her legs wider. 

This was luxury. Sitting there in the elegant outdoor bar, smiling and 
sipping and chatting, while long soft fingers pulled at her clit and plucked 
at her cuntlips and slipped in her most receptive hole. As far as the fools 
around them were concerned they were just a pair of good-looking matrons 
getting a little tipsy while their husbands were off on a fishing trip, for 
it would have taken a keen eye to detect the lovely orgasmic tingles flowing 
outward from Claire's hidden hand. 

"Are you cumming, darling?" Claire purred past the edge of her glass. 

"Doing just fine," Sandy crooned, and tilted her cunt toward the fingers and 
finished the last of her drink. 

"I like it when you move that way. I'd like it if you were moving that way 
with one end of my dildo in you and the other strapped up against my cunt." 

Sandy shook her head smiling. "Never happen. Be happy with what you've got 
right now." 

"It doesn't hurt if I talk about it, does it?" 

"Nothing hurts right now. Keep it up and I just might let you kiss me where 
you're touching me." 

"You like to have your cunt sucked, Sandy?" 

Sandy closed her eyes and shuddered and pushed harder against those fine, 
fine fingers. "Love it. I just fucking love it." 

"Especially the way I do it?" 

Sandy nodded solemnly, anything to keep these hot tingiings flowing, and 
looked up into those warm green eyes and said, "Yes. Nobody's ever eaten my 
cunt as good as you did." 

"Can I do it again?" 

"Yes." 

"Say it. Tell me what youll let me do to you again when I'm down on my knees 
and your legs are wide open for me. Say it, Sandy. I want to hear." 

"You can ... lick my cunt and kiss it all over. You can stick that big long 
beautiful tongue up my hot cunt and make me feel it clear up in my mouth, 
and you can suck on my clit and lick it till the cream's running down my 
legs and I'm cumming so hard I don't care what happens," said Sandy, and 
suddenly had to grip the lesbian's wrist with both hands and pushed her 
fingers hard against her cunt, biting her lip to hold back her outcries and 
lowering her head to the table to hold the good feelings in. 

"May I help you, ladies?" said a masculine voice, and the fingers were gone 
from Sandy's cunt and her head flew up in alarm. 

"Yes, you can bring us both another drink and the check, waiter," said 
Claire, and he bowed and left, and Claire turned a languorous smile on Sandy 
as she brushed her cunt-wet fingers over her smiling lips. Claire said, "he 
chose a bad time to come. You were having a good one." 

Sandy sighed heavily and said, "One good cum deserves another. Fingerfuck me 
some more, Claire." 

"Can't you wait till we get home, where you can really let yourself go?" 
said the lesbian, licking her fingers now and smiling in a superior way. 

Sandy dug her nails into Claire's tanned arm and hissed, "Damnit, Claire, I 
need some more now! I was just getting started good and I don't want to wait 
till we get home for more!" 

"Ssh. Here comes the waiter. If I finger-fuck you some more here, will you 
piss for me the way I want when we get home?" "All right, damn it, but.. ." 
At once Claire's hand dropped to Sandy's leg. It was stealing under her robe 
as the waiter served the drinks, setting Sandy on pins and needles as she 
waited with open legs and trembling twat. By the time he bowed and left, 
Sandy was smiling and stroking Claire's wrist and squirming her slippery hot 
cunt against fingers and thumbs. 

There was soft music playing. Sandy rocked gently back and forth to it, 
brushing her stiff nipples against her forearm as she did. She said, "Are 
you going to be touching me like this while I'm pissing??' 

"No. I'll hardly be touching you at all. But it'll be good." 

Sandy squeezed Claire's long, silken, slightly oily thigh. "And you'll eat 
me? Really good?" 

"Will you piss a lot for me?" 

"I feel like I could pee a gallon right now." 

"Finish your drink and let's go, darling." 

Sandy slurped half of it down, mindful of how she'd been warned of their 
potency, and gave Claire's hand a squeeze with her thighs. "Let's go before 
I burst," she said. 

Claire paid the check and they left. Once again Sandy knew that they 
appeared like a pair of very average women walking down the crowded 
sidewalks of the beach city. They might be walking a little fast, perhaps, 
and their high excitement might show in their eyes, and she might be leaving 
a wafted trail of cunt scent behind her, but they looked little different 
from any other pair of good-looking women walking along in their bathing 
suits. Inside, however, they were very different from the rest. 

Each of them was hurrying on toward the culmination of a hot, illicit 
desire. Sandy was in a rush to have her cunt kissed by a woman, and Claire 
was rushing headlong to watch a woman urinate. Crazy desires, Sandy thought, 
but desires that had to be satisfied. Perhaps they did draw more glances 
than other women, partially because of their contrasting size and coloration 
... Sandy below medium height and very blonde, with skin hardly touched by 
the sun and with big tits juggling crazily in her daughter's bikini as she 
walked with her robe held over her loins and her concealed hand pressed 
against the slit in her bottoms ... Claire beautifully tanned and 
spectacularly bathing suited, long oily thighs kissing with'every long 
stride that took her closer to her next homosexual experience. Or perhaps, 
Sandy mused, they really weren't that much different from many other females 
on the streets. She'd left much of her inhibitions behind in the dregs of 
her last drink. She was really going to get off on the cunt-kissing of her 
lesbian friend on this day. Those kisses would be doubly sweet to her now, 
because her cunt was still brimming with the, lifeguard's cum. If Claire 
didn't object to that, she couldn't object to pissing all over thetiands of 
the kneeling lesbian and letting herself go for another of those weird over 
the toilet orgasms. She might even toy with Claire's superb body a bit. Her 
leg had felt sexy as hell in the restaurant, and those tits of hers might be 
thrilling to play with, as big and forthrightly beautiful as they were. On 
Claire's front porch, with no sign of Lois around, Sandy yielded to the 
buzzing tipsiness in her and frankly stared at Claire's bottom as the 
lesbian fumbled with her key. The high-rising bathing suit showed quite a 
lot of her sleek brown butt. What might they feel like snuggled up against 
Sandy's loins, with Claire's dildo stuck firmly between them and working 
hard? Sandy reached down and touched the brown resilient roundness. Claire 
jumped as if she'd been shot, and when she turned around, Sandy smiled and 
said, "Can't you hurry?" 

They were inside in a trice, and Claire was yanking hard at her bathing suit 
straps. Sandy's could come off much easier, giving her ample time to study 
the sinewy curves and softnesses emerging from the elasticized black of 
Claire's suit. Yes, the tits were beautiful, just crying to be squeezed and 
pulled on, perhaps even kissed. And that long waist, twisting this way and 
that as the suit was pushed down, would twist more wildly between Sandy's 
legs. Naked already, Sandy waited nearly panting, rubbing her swollen twat, 
for the sight of Claire's cunt, and wished she'd had that last drink in its 
entirety to give her the excuse to taste it. 

But then the black was being shucked down Claire's long legs, and Sandy was 
saying, "What? Did I see right?" 

Claire straightened up, gloriously, completely naked, and framed her 
bulging, completely hairless pussy between her hands. "Yes," she smiled. 
"I've had every hair removed. It makes me so nice and smooth to the touch, 
or the kiss," she said, brushing long, tanned fingers over the split white 
mound. "But, come, darling. You've got to piss. Remember?" 

Sandy faltered forward toward the outstretched hand, still staring down. 
"But I'll be all. . . smelly for your kisses." 

"I love a pissy cunt. Come, dear." 

Claire caught her hand, and she was being led to the bathroom. "But I should 
be clean," she said, appalled now at the thought of Claire's face, as smooth 
as her pussy, locked between pissed thighs. 

"Then we'll take a shower together before I lick you off. But come now and 
piss. Relieve yourself and relieve me, and then I'll kiss that pretty cunt 
of yours till it's sore." 

To Sandy's surprise, Claire laid down on the bathroom tile floor. Smiling up 
at her as if lying on a public beach, holding up her hands, Claire said, 
"Just step over my hips, dear. That's a good girl," she said, and lightly 
grasped Sandy's ankles as the stunned blonde obeyed, sending sparks up her 
legs to flash in her opening pussy. 

"God, what a gorgeous blonde pussy you have. Hold it wide open so I can see 
all of it, and then piss right down between my legs. Beautiful. Oh, am I 
ever going to feast on that." 

Sandy hadn't bargained for this. It was too weird. It was unreal, so much so 
that she couldn't stop herself from splitting her cunt with her fingers and 
staring drunkenly down past her heaving tits at the beautiful figure below 
her, just waiting to be soiled. She would soil her and then she'd leave. 
This was too much of a perversion! She should leave now, but the electric 
thrills from the hands stroking her calves and her full bladder and that 
surrealistically beautiful cunt below her on the softly writhing woman held 
her rotted to the sopt. 

"Pee. Come on, darling, piss on my pussy," Claire coaxed, smiling but 
constantly writhing and panting. Sandy sneered down at her and let it go, 
and the lesbian erupted like a speared eel. 

"OH-H-H-H-H-H, GOD!!!" she cried, as the hard stream of hot liquid 
splattered her loins. "RIGHT ON MY CUNT!!!" she gasped, arching high off the 
floor and ripping open her cuntlips with her fingers to catch the direct 
force of Sandy's heavy pissing, and to reveal a clitoris of astonishing 
proportions. It was over an inch long, and it was standing up like a prick! 
Sandy couldn't see it clearly for all the yellow splashing going on between 
those powerfully straining thighs. The rush of her water and the sight of 
that unearthly lovely pussy with its hugely overdeveloped clit had her 
dizzy, and she swayed, still pissing and panting and holding her cuntlips 
open, and watched in total absorption as the cunt below her moved to catch 
the thrumming flow. 

Claire was cumming like crazy! With the hot piss splattering her perfect, 
serpent's body, she was moaning and groaning and grinning, clutching at her 
crotch in total ecstasy, piss splashing up on the jiggling tits Sandy'd 
thought of touching, cumming constantly, heavily, wonderfully. "MOR-R-RE!" 
she moaned. "Give me all of it, and then give me your lovely, pissy cunt!" 

"Yes! YES!" Sandy cried, pushing hard, trying to empty herself completely, 
and slowly collapsing till her gushing cunt was pushing hard against 
Claire's. 

"Do it! DO IT!" Claire cried, writhing harder now, bucking and arching 
against Sandy's pissing, exploding cunt. 

"Piss! PISS!" Sandy gasped, cumming like crazy herself now, then cumming 
harder still as she felt the piss bubble up from Claire's hairless cunt 
against her own. 

Cunt to cunt, they thrashed and churned on the flooded floor. Sandy didn't 
care where she was or what she was doing as long as the blinding, grinding 
orgasm would continue. The wet Y's of their crotchs were locked together as 
they fucked and humped and pushed at each other, clawing at each other each 
gasping out words to drive the other on. 

Sandy could scarcely hear the words, so wild was the roaring in her body. 
With total abandon she humped hard at anything of substance, grasped at any 
straw of hot flesh, and uttered gutter words of her own till she found 
herself faced with that hairless pussy with it's inch-long clitty throbbing 
wet and red at her. 

"Eat it! Don't think about it, just eat it!" the lesbian was saying, while 
Sandy pushed poised above the wet cunt, staring hard at the huge clit that 
had just been stabbing hers. "Eat it and then I'll fuck you better than any 
man ever has!" Claire urgently promised, and Sandy could visualize that big 
brown rubber pecker being plunged into her while she screamed for more, she 
could see herself wallowing in urine, and her body wet cold and she rolled 
away from perversion and left that pleading voice and body behind her. 

 Chapter Eight 

Lois obediently though reluctantly went for the walk on the beach by 
herself. So many things were still churning about in her brain and body that 
she found it hard to think as she walked toward the fishing pier. She knew 
she was a changed person, perhaps a full grown woman now at age fourteen or 
perhaps totally in love with her perfect life-mate. Or perhaps, just 
perhaps, involved with a sex maniac, a child molester. So many things to 
consider, and her brain and body in such a state of sweet, langorous 
confusion. 

She sat under the pier to protect the fair skin he loved and watched the 
surf breaking over the pilings. The mussels gathered around their bottoms 
reminded her of his pubic hair, the pilings themselves of his cock, and the 
surf recalled the force of his passionate cummings. Even at rest in the 
shade, her body seemed to be vibrating all over and glowing with lovely 
warmth. It came from within, emanating outward from his jism that was by now 
infusing every cell of her rapidly maturing body. Perhaps in just days she'd 
have big tits like her mother's and the same thick thatch of hair around her 
cunt, all for her Paul. Perhaps he might forsake her and she'd become a 
tragic woman-lover like that beautiful Claire, eating pussies instead of 
sucking cocks as Paul wanted her to do. She thought she could never suck 
another man's cock, but then again, just a few days before, real sex with 
any man had been unthinkable to her. 

Three different boys stopped to strike up conversations with her but she 
quickly turned them off, They were nothing but stupid children who'd have to 
be told what to do if she ever stooped to going to bed with them. Paul was 
the only man in the world for her, at least for now. She was wise and mature 
now, but still incomplete. That wouldn't last long. This very afternoon she 
was going to get fucked, going to have a prick pushed up her cunt, and only 
after that could she think clearly about anything. She rolled over and lay 
on her belly, his jism slowly worming its way through her body. Her bare 
feet were pointing toward the surf, and each wave that broke behind her ever 
so slightly heightened her need for his cock, his beautiful big cock, to 
push and shove and finally explode up in her tight little yearning cunt. The 
need for fucking grew even as she dozed. 

Two hours later she was back, knocking at his door, still dazed from her 
snoozing, still wanting him badly. "Did you get your work done, Paul? 

Are you ready to ... see me?" 

"Sure. Come on in. I'm ready to have a ball with you. Did you go swimming? 
Did you get to take a nap?" he said, shirtless and beautiful, thrilling her 
to the marrow of her bones with his white smile and his strong hands roving 
over her quivery hot body. 

"All I did was think about you, us and how you're going to f-f-f-fuck me." 

He laughed and closed the door behind her. "We'll get around to it, don't 
you worry. But first, my little virgin, are you hungry for some lunch?" 

"I'm hungry for you," she said, and slung her arms about his neck and 
plastered herself against him, feeling for hard cock with her softly pushing 
belly, not finding it and kissing him harder. Still just his presence was 
more than enough to make her near explode with need. 

"Paul, let me make your prick hard. Let's take off all our clothes. Let me 
suck it for you till it's hard. Oh, I want to, Paul, how I want to. I can 
hardly wait to feel it in me!" 

"Easy baby. Relax. Christ, you're so excited your teeth are chattering. 
It'll get hard. It's getting that way already, and your pretty mouth on it 
will help. Here. Let's take off our clothes, like you said, arid then just 
relax together and see what happens. You know, you can't plan sex. Takes all 
the fun out of it." 

If the truth be know, he'd planned it very well, up to a point. His 
collection of pornography was all laid out on the coffee table, there were 
refreshments at hand as well as Vaseline, and his intent was to see just how 
crazy with sex lust he could get a fourteen-year-old chick before she blew a 
fuse. He still felt this was a very special girl, and although he didn't 
particularly want to fuck her just yet, for that could lead to 
complications, he did want to expose her to every kind of sex he'd ever 
known about, and thus turn her into the perfectly uninhibited and therefore 
perfect woman he'd always dreamed of. Every man she ever met in, the future 
would surely thank him for this, and he expected her to meet quite a few 
when he was done with her. He had her going already as he divested her of 
her pretty pink bathing suit, but he'd have her going a lot more before 
long. 

"Adorable little tits," he said, naked already and on his knees, peeling off 
the pink gigham cups and pawing their satiny firmness with strong brown 
fingers. "Just made to be kissed and sucked and felt and fucked." 

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she breathlessly said, up on her toes and clutching at 
his head. "I just love it when you suck on 'em like that! Ooo! OOO! Soon ... 
soon they'll be as big as you really like them. OOO!" 

"What'U be as big?" he said, nuzzling all around the already perfect pink 
and white beauties. "Tell me." 

"My tits! Oh, I'm so glad you like my tits!" "Tell me about it. It gets a 
man hot to hear a woman talk about it, and when he's hot he wants to fuck 
her," he said, and kissed that darling belly button again, tugging at her 
zipper in the back and squeezing her plump round buns. 

"My tits will be big as watermelons! They'll stick way out for you to suck 
on! And my belly button, you'll be able to fuck it and fuck it! You'll be 
able to fuck me all over, especially in my ... in my hot little cunt! Oh, 
Paul, I love you!" . "And I love to hear you talk like this. Mmm-m-m. 
Pussy's all hot and sun-baked. Would my tongue slipping in it cool it off? 
Let's see. Mmm-m-m." 

"No, it makes it hotter! Oh, my cunt's so hot and wet and squirmy! It wants 
your big hard cock in it! Ooo, but your tongue, ooo, oooo, OOOOOO!!!" 

She was shivering and shaking all over, about to cum, and with a final 
tickle of his tongue tip on her clit, he left her in that turmoiled state 
and rose to his feet with his jutting cock sliding up between her trembling 
hot legs. 

"Yes, Paul, put it IN me!" she exclaimed when it was sprung up against her 
little pink twat, jerking her hips forward convulsively at him and vainly 
trying to climb it. 

"Plenty of time for that. Plenty of time for fucking," he said, pushing it 
slowly in and out through the fattest part of her moistening thighs, and up 
against her slick little cunt lips. 

"Fuck me now! Paul, I want to get fucked NOW!" said she, already hotter than 
a firecracker, and only there for five minutes. 

He extracted his cock from between her legs and she uttered a plaintive moan 
and tried to dive for it with her mouth. "Easy, baby," he said, and had to 
support her, panting and half swooning, into his little living room. 
"There's plenty of time and I'm not quite hot enough to fuck you yet. Sit 
down with me here and look at these pictures with me and then I'll be ready 
to give you what you need." She moaned in torment. She said, "I thought you 
said you were tired of them. I thought playing with me was better than 
looking at pictures like those." 

"I got some new ones in the mail today. And if I play with you at the same 
time we look at the pictures it'll really get me in the mood for fun. Sit 
down on my lap. No, the other way around." 

"Huh?" 

He had her so hot she didn't know what she was doing. Hands on her twitching 
hot hips, he had to direct her to where he wanted her on his lap, facing the 
table as he slouched back abainst the cushions, with her widespread legs 
straddling his cock like it was a hobby horse. She immediately clasped it 
with both hands to her belly, grinding her little cunt against the thick 
base of it, rocking back and forth and moaning about how bad she wanted it. 
"It's all yours," he said, deeply thumbing the babyfat buttocks and 
fingering her soft little hips. "It's all yours as soon as we go through 
these pictures. Hold each one up so I can see it over your pretty shoulder. 
Twist around if you have to, like this. Yeah, that's fine. Do they look good 
to you? Tell me about them." 

He had a good thing going and he knew it. He had a naked, fourteen-year-old 
nymphet ensconced on his lap, writhing and twisting her flawless back, 
squirming her fine little butt on his belly. Her wet little pussy was jammed 
against his cock, begging mutely but eloquently for it, and she was holding 
up terrifically dirty pictures and telling him all about them in 
breathlessly excited words. He'd be hard-pressed to surpass this crazy scene 
in his lifetime. It would be something to look back on and get himself horny 
fifty years from now when he had one foot in the grave. Better than that, it 
was something to enjoy right now. 

"The pictures are doing the job," he announced. "Lift up your pretty ass and 
give me a sniff of your hot cunt." 

He had to help her up. She stood stiff-legged astraddle him on the couch, 
hands on the coffee table and face over the dirty pictures, while he looked 
up at her widely split crotch. Even her little asshole was beautiful, just 
as he knew it would be. It was the tightest, pinkest puckered ring he'd ever 
seen, and all he had to do was lift his face a few inches and he could taste 
it. 

"Paul, what're you doing? Don't?!?" she cried. 

"Mm-hmmm," he purred, and held her firm in that awkward position while he 
pushed his tapered tongue right inside her, tasted her sweet and clean and 
perfect, and smiled at her new wrigglings and her new attitude. 

"Paul, I can't stand that! Ooo, it's just WON-derful! Aoowww, I want to do 
it to you! 

Uh-h-h-h, it's just as good as when you're eating my cunt, my hot, hot 
cunt!" 

He immediately switched to this waiting orifice. It only took a bob of his 
head and lick across that intriguing expanse of pink between anus and 
vagina, and she squealed again as he plunged in his tongue and said, "OH! 
Oh, yes! It's good in my butt-hole but this is better, better, 
betterr-r-r-r-r!!!" 

He'd finally let her cum,. and now her legs wouldn't support her any longer. 
Down she came, and as she did he gave the whole crack of her quivering ass a 
swipe with his tongue. She sat heavily on his lap, his stiff thick prick 
skidding up through her slick little valva and slamming against her clit, 
sending her off an another big bang. 

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she gasped, frantic now with her hips, with all of her, 
desperately trying to climb his cock. "Get it in me! My cunt's so hot it's 
on fire!" He dipped his finger in the Vaseline jar saying, "And how does 
this feel?" and he slid it in her contracting asshole to the knuckle. 

She was almost comical the way she was bouncing around on him now. She would 
have been comical if he wasn't so hot and she wasn't still so virginally 
beautiful. Her young white ass might have been a little plump, but that did 
not detract from its sheer perfection as it bounded and quivered and bobbed 
over his lap, impaled by the single finger that was setting her in motion. 
Her twisting back alone was inspirationally erotic, with her golden hair 
whipping across it and the hues of pink showing all through it. He couldn't 
see her tits or belly, but he could feel them frenziedly rubbing against his 
prick, and that was beautiful, too. He couldn't see her passion struck face 
or her mouth, either, but he could feel it against his thighs and hear her 
pleading words of lustful need as he wormed his finger in and out her tight 
asshole and let her body fuck away on his cock. 

"Oh, I'll love you forever. I want to get fucked forever, everywhere! I 
don't care about anything but sex. I'll suck all the men's cocks in the 
world to feel like this. You're finger-fucking me in the butt-hole and I 
love it. It's beautiful to suck you off and swallow your cum and feel your 
mouth on my hot, hot cunt." 

"Finger-fuck yourself. Make it feel better. Play with your clit and cum a 
little harder," he told her, enormously pleased at how hot she could get. 

"I am, oh how I am! I wish I could kiss it, kiss my own hot cunt now, stick 
my big fat tongue in it! I wish I had your cock in it," she growled. 

"It's awfully nice to lick. I can't get enough of it. Cunt tastes better 
than anything else in the world. You're hot, eh?" 

"Oh my GOD! I'm on FIRE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!" 

"Shh," he said. "Think of the tenants, and . .. Oh! Uh-oh! Here I cum-m-m-m, 
YEAH!" 

"NO! NO! NO!" Lois sobbed, as with her pussy screaming for that cock, it 
erupted hotly against her belly and tits. But even the feeling of its 
spewing there was such a stab of hot pleasure that she was sent spinning 
into another series of the best, the finest kind of orgasms, working her 
asshole on his finger and working her belly and tits on his creaming prick, 
and exploding inside herself each time it sent another searing jet of cream 
up between them. 

Paul creamed a great deal, enjoying each ejaculation as a separate and 
distinct experience to be remembered just as long as he'd remember this 
crazy, sex-smitten girl he was training so well. He loved her every wriggle, 
her every pore, her every impassioned word and her every wanton act. And he 
loved looking forward to each new step in her spiraling career as a totally 
uninhibited woman. Now was the time for another step, for she was sagging on 
him and beginning to wilt, brain all soft and buttery like his prick was 
getting. "Get up, honey, and clean me off." 

"Huh?" 

"You heard me." He took out his finger and she shivered all over. He slapped 
her fine ass and said, "Get up and lick off my cum from me while it's still 
good and fresh." 

"L-lick it off?" she said, eyes all glazed over and mouth slack, looking 
utterly beautiful with her blonde hair in disarray. 

"You know how good it is for you." 

She got on her knees between couch and coffee table and licked him clean 
from belly to balls. He felt like lifting his legs and having her lick his 
asshole, too, but he'd taken the kid over several hurdles already that day 
and there'd be time for that later. She was smiling happily when she rose to 
her knees, licking the last of his cum off her pretty lips. 

"That was just groovy," she said. "Every bit of it, even though you didn't 
fuck me. Paul?" "Hmm?" 

"When are you going to fuck me? If I get it hard will you fuck me now?" 

He shook his head. He smiled and petted her pouting cheek and said, "Too 
many things to do today. But you come back first thing in the morning, all 
bright and shiny and pretty as a picture, and I'll fuck you then. Okay?" 

"O-feay!" she said, jumping up and kissing him, hugging herself briefly and 
then skipping off to get her bathing suit, making him smile at how simple 
promises like that could please a child. 

 Chapter Nine 

Sandy again spent that evening with her daughter at the amusement arcade. 
Through an effort of will she scarecly looked at the throngs of vigorous 
young males there, and she completely shunned contact with any female in the 
arcade other than her daughter. She doted upon Lois that evening, suffering 
pangs of guilt that her only child might somehow discover what a libidinous 
and perverted woman she had for a mother, even though she'd been led into 
that perversion by an expert in the field who'd greased the ways with 
alcohol. Her dear daughter responded with her usual demure demeanor, and 
Sandy felt humbly proud of her for completely ignoring the giggles and soft 
whistles of the boys who were attracted to her youthful beauty. Not a few of 
those whistles, Sandy knew, were directed at herself, but she cast them 
aside with a stiffening of her spine and a switch of her hips. She looked 
forward to the next day, when she'd start on a new leaf in her life and 
never again yield to any self-indulgent desire for sex at all. They dined on 
corn-dogs and cotton candy and retired early for a good night's sleep. 

The happy yip of a small boy woke Sandy with a start next morning and she 
was sitting up peering out the window for him before she knew it. She fell 
back, disgusted with herself, and lay there for half an hour fighting with 
the hot flashes she felt at every subsequent boyish shout outside. What was 
the matter with her? What was this yearning for young innocent boys, and 
what, if anything, did it have to do with her yielding to the lesbian 
Claire? She found no answers in bed, and at last got up and donned old 
slacks and a sweat shirt and jogged for an exhausting hour on the beach. 

She showered and fixed a big breakfast for Lois and herself. The exercise 
had helped to numb her and the food had made her sleepy. That long swim in 
the bay was now in order, but not in the white bikini bathing suit that just 
might have bewitched her into all her current trouqles. Lois volunteered to 
stay and do the dishes, and Sandy left to buy that bathing suit and go for 
that swim. 

There was a women's clothing store just a block away. It had a Help Wanted 
sign in the window, and once inside, Sandy could see why. One busy shopgirl 
was bustling about the racks and shelves of apparel trying to wait on half a 
dozen customers. Sandy rummaged through the bathing suits and found one in 
her size that was conservative enough to suit her. She found an unoccupied 
fitting room and entered it, stripped to her panties and bra and tried on 
the swimwear. It was too tight in the bust, possibly because of the bra she 
had on, and the bottom of the one-piece suit was a little loose. She saw 
this in the mottled mirror in the tiny, scarred cubicle. But it was such a 
conservatively cut suit and of such a drab dark gray that it would surely 
attract no one, and so she decided to take it. She changed into her slacks 
and sweat shirt again and went to pay for it. 

And as the busy shopgirl was ringing it up, the corner of Sandy's eye caught 
the form of a figure slipping out of the fitting room just next to the one 
she'd occupied. It was a dark-haired boy of about fourteen, she now saw, and 
as he dawdled toward the door of the store she could smell the guilty lusts 
in him just as clearly as she could see the apples in his cheeks. A surge of 
powerful desire, tinged with malice, swept through her and she snatched up 
her change and strode to intercept him at the door. 

She caught him and held him with a hard pinch on that sensitive muscle in 
the shoulder. He froze with his hand on the doorknob and rolled terrified 
brown eyes up at her as she hoarsely whispered, "What were you doing in 
there?" 

"Nothing!" he squeaked. "I was looking for my mother. She's in here .. . 
someplace?" 

"Do you see her?" Sandy asked, and turned him round by his shoulder, till 
he'd scanned the room with those wide brown eyes. 

"N-n-no," he said. "She's gone. Lemme go! That hurts!" 

She bent closer and hissed, "It'll hurt a lot more if she has to pick you up 
at the police station for trespassmg and invading a woman's privacy and 
being a Peeping Tom." 

He started crying. He sobbed and said, "I didn't mean to! Please!" 

People were starting to look. The boy was sobbing more loudly, but she could 
surely pass as his mother in the obvious absence of his real one. She kept 
up her punishing grip on him as she shoved him on through the door, twisting 
and blubbering, into the sidewalk pedestrians. Many turned to smile and 
stare as she dragged him on through the door, twisting and blubbering, into 
the sidewalk pedestrians. Many turned to smile and star as she dragged him 
down past the store front and backed him against a wall. She loomed her 
stern face close to his tearful one and said, "Hand over all your I.D. right 
now or we'll go straight to the police station." 

He produced it instantly and she released him. He rubbed his shoulder, still 
softly sobbing, as she said, "William Johnston, eh? Thirteen years old. And 
here's your address in the city and your parents' names and everything. 
Fine, William, this is just what I need. Now come along with me and we'll 
decide exactly what we're going to do with you. Here. Carry this," she said, 
and handed him her package and stalked off down the sidewalk to the 
Surfspray Motel. 

She was taking a terrific chance, and it hugely exhilarated her. Her 
daughter might be home and how could she explain the teary-eyed boy trailing 
behind her? If she had her way with him, didn't she stand the larger chance 
of a visit to the police station? And worst of all was the chance that ... 
had he already cut and run? Turning into the Surfspray Motel, seeing him 
trotting fearfully in her wake, her confidence returned and the exhilaration 
stayed. 

Sandy snatched her package from his hand and thrust him rudely inside, 
slammed the door behind her. He started crying again, hands over his face, 
and she showed no sympathy whatsoever. 

There was a small wet stain on the front of his corduroy pants, and she took 
a stride forward and jerked it back and forth, saying, "Just look at this, 
look at it! Hiding in a fitting room and peeping at us women till he creams 
in his pants. Look at him!" 

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it," he wailed, hips jerking about from the 
force of her yankings. 

"You .. . did!" she insisted, bending close over him once more, measuring 
every word for its full effect. "You went in that room and peeped through 
the mirror somehow at me. You played with yourself while you were doing it! 
And looking at a decent upstanding woman like me innocently changing her 
clothing you came in your pants! Oh, God!" she exclaimed, and thrust him 
from her, heart pounding with desire, big bosom heaving with hot emotion. 

Tears gushed as he wailed, "I didn't! Yes, I looked at you... I couldn't 
help that... but I didn't cream in my pants, I wet 'em when you grabbed me!" 

Sandy suddenly felt faint. All at once she had an inkling of what a woman's 
pissing did to Claire, and the thought of this boy's pecker spurting in a 
steady stream was stunning to her. Her outward wrath remained, however, as 
she snapped, "Take off those wet pants and shorts. Immediately, William!" 

His lower lip was trembling and the tears were bulging forth from his eyes, 
but he shucked down his lower garments as quick as a flash, knocking off his 
sneakers in the process, and stood quaking with the clothes clutched before 
him. Now he had nothing on but a T-shirt, and Sandy held out her hand and 
snapped her fingers and said, "Hand them over." 

"What for???" He was whining through his tears, but starting to show signs 
of defiance. 

Sandy couldn't stand for that at this point. She stepped forward and slapped 
him across the face, snatched the clothes out of his hands, wadded them up 
and threw them in the trash can. "You'll do as I say," said she from behind 
a warning finger, "or you'll be scampering home naked, or wearing nothing 
but those dainty little things you've been watching women try on. Stand up 
straight!" 

His penis popped out from under his T-shirt, a lovely little white worm all 
shriveled with his fear and shrunken inside his tapered foreskin, but lovely 
nevertheless. She stared down at it, disgustedly shaking her head, inwardly 
yearning so for it that her lusty old pussy was throbbing discemibly with 
her every heartbeat. 

"Wetting your pants at your age," she said. "Didn't your mother ever toilet 
train you? And now I suppose you still have to pee. I ought to let you stand 
there with your bladder bursting while I question you, but even I'm not mean 
enough to do that. Come on, William." 

She took his little hand and led him into the bathroom. His face was all 
twisted up with his embarrassed distress, and it twisted further when it 
became clear she wasn't going to leave him there. With her right hand on the 
tensed nape of his neck, she took his delightful little pecker in her left 
and pointed it down at the toilet bowl, making him gasp and gasp again as 
she drew back on its tight foreskin and said, "Go ahead and pee, William. Go 
on." 

"But I can't," he squeaked. "I don't have to now." 

Her fingers were firmly milking his dick as she glared at his tearstruck 
face and said, "I think you do. If you're lying to me about it, you're 
really going to be in for it!" 

"Well, I do have to go a little, but... " 

"Then go," she ordered, and drew the foreskin all the way back, popping out 
the darling pink head of his prick and making him gasp again and grasp at 
her waist for support in a way that thrilled her. 

There was a tiny fleck of white smegma under that tight foreskin, just at 
the ridge of his sweet peckerhead, and Sandy said, "Tsk. Your prick's not 
even clean. Don't you do anything but pee with it and play with it while you 
look at women like me? Tsk!" 

She released him and very quickly lathered her hands with soap and warm 
water in the sink. He stood wide-eyed and panting to catch his breath and 
regain his reeling senses, and she worked quickly to prevent this. 

Now she knelt and briskly lathered his prick, his balls, his very sparsely 
haired pubic mound, everything down there. The soap was scented, but still 
she could smell his boyish masculinity through it, up close where she could 
see it well, too. His prick was beautiful. She wanted to feel it against her 
cheek and to cover it with kisses. His balls were the sweetest little pair 
in the world, so tight and firm in their little sac. She knew they could 
both fit in her gently sucking mouth at once, and she knew that before she 
was done with him this would come to pass. His buns were so firm and round, 
the crack between them so tight and warm, that Sandy was constrained to run 
her soapy fingers on between his legs and up through that crack while she 
steadied the gasping boy with her right hand firm on his bare ass. He was 
beautiful in every way down there, and then his beauty improved by leaps and 
bounds as his lathered prick gave an upward jerk. She concentrated the 
workings of her soapy hand on it, squeezing it through her fingers and 
working it back and forth as she said, "A boy's got to always be sweet and 
clean or women won't like him. You should always wash yourself this way, 
William, with plenty of soap and water, every time you take a shower. Pull 
back your foreskin and wash yourself all around here. You'see? Didn't your 
mother ever show you how to do this? Answer me!" she said, and slapped his 
hard little ass and squeezed it. 

He gasped and said, "She never did! Oo! Oh!" 

"She should have. And It doesn't feel bad, does it. Oh, God. You're getting 
a boner." It was already just as big as it could get, and indeed as hard as 
a bone. It stuck up at an acute angle as she stroked it through her sudsy 
hand, giving her the opportunity to slide that hand down over his balls on 
its downstroke before milking it upward again. He was panting hard, and his 
hand clutching at her shoulder naturally slipped around her waist as she 
rose to her feet. 

Both looked down as she alternately stroked his slippery white prick and 
pointed it down at the waiting toilet bowl. "Come on and pee, William," she 
said. "That's what we came in here for, isn't it?" 

"I can't now. I just can't," said he, leaning closer against her, quite 
miserable in his ecstasy. 

"Oh, of course not. Not with a big hardon like this. What are we going to do 
about it so you can pee, William?" 

"I don't know. I just don't kno-o-o-ow," he moaned, clutching harder at her 
waist and pressing a feverish cheek against her shoulder. 

She stroked and milked his little dick with all deliberate sensuality now, 
and she squeezed his buns and caressed his back as she said, "You know what 
we've got to do, don't you, so that you can take that nice pee. We've got to 
do what you like to do when you're watching big-busted women like me take 
off their clothes and try things on. We've got to let you do that before you 
can pee, haven't we? It's all right. Just relax and do it," she said, 
milking him and stroking him, already feeling wonderfully fulfilled at 
having a boy and his hard prick all to herself where she could do whatever 
she pleased and really let her desires run loose. 

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" she said, pacing his pleasure already, though 
she hardly knew his body at all yet. 

"No. Oh, noo-o-o," he said, pressing his hot, hard body closer to hers, 
moaning anew as his hips gave a forward jerk. 

"That's right. Hold onto me if you like," said she, and thrilled as his free 
hand flew to her soft tummy. 

Slowly milking, stroking, she softly said, "Think about all the women you've 
peeped at if that'll help. Taking off all their clothes, one by one, and not 
even knowing you're looking at them. Skirts, blouses, slacks, your lovely 
women take them off one at a time and hang them up while you look at them 
and play with this big hard prick of yours. Is that the way it is, Willy?" 

"Yes! Oh, Yes-s-s-s," he sighed, and for the first time she saw his smile as 
he rocked his hot cheek on her shoulder and began a slow, steady undulation 
of his little hips. 

"I'll bet you want to just crawl right through that wall and touch them and 
feel them and kiss them all over, eh?" she said, and he nodded his head 
against her, and his hand just accidentally nudged the lower swell of her 
tightly brassiered left breast. She inhaled deeply, pushing her big warmth 
against his knuckles, and he moaned as she went on stroking his slippery 
prick and murmuring into his ear. 

"Yes, I'll bet you'd do just about anything to get your hands on your women 
while they're undressing themselves. Just feel how soft and warm and sexy 
they are, eh? Oh, yes, that'd be wonderful. Mmmm, and when they go right on 
and take off every stitch, I'll bet that's when you can't stop pulling this 
hard prick of yours till it's creaming all over your shorts, eh?" 

"They never ... " He stopped and swallowed hard and panted. "They never take 
everything off in those fitting rooms. They always leave their underpants 
on, and . . . and these things," he said, and his trembling fingers plucked 
at the hard lower edge of her bra cup. 

She prompted him, just as he wanted it. "Their brassieres?" she said, and 
took her soapy hand from his stiff prick to guide his hand directly on her 
big round left breast and press it there till it would surely stay. 

He bit his lower lip and nodded, feeling her up with fumbling ardor, knowing 
his dream would surely end at any second, then moaning with all renewed hope 
as her hand left his to grope as it would, and returned to stroke his 
beautifully aching prick. 

"Been peeping at women long?" she murmured. 

He nodded his head. "Since last semester." 

"Always in the fitting rooms of clothing stores?" 

Now he shook his head. "A guy I met on the beach. He ... he told me about 
that place." 

"Oh? How long were you in there peeping?" 

"Since.,. just after the store opened up. I didn't see much until. . . until 
you came in. An old woman, a little girl, and .. . and you!" he said, 
squeezing her and hugging her, before and behind, pressing his hot mouth 
against the soft point of her shoulder and going up on his toes to push his 
prick through her wonderful hand. 

"And you've looked at other women, and you've looked at your mother," said 
Sandy, watching him closely now, devouring his every move and reaction for 
her future reference with him and with other boys. 

He grimaced and groaned, "I couldn't help it! I can't help any of it! I just 
have to look at 'em! All of 'em!" 

She was gradually increasing the tempo of her strokes as she said, "But 
you've seen your mother all naked, haven't you, with her beautiful big 
breasts bouncing and swinging and with her big old fanny quivering and 
shaking and with her lovely hairy pussy there to see? You've seen her, 
haven't you, but you've never touched her like you're touching me." 

"That's right, ma'am! I never touched her! Never like this, ma'am, oh, never 
like this!" 

He was squeezing her tit painfully hard, and Sandy loved it. She was 
stroking his prick faster and firmer now as she hugged and snuggled his hot 
and trembling body closer to hers and softly murmured, "My name is Sandra, 
Willie, and you can touch me all you want to if you're a good boy and get 
some of that hot jism out of your little nuts so you can take that pee we 
came in here for. Go ahead, honey, just relax and shoot, just like you do 
when you jerk this lovely prick off by yourself. Don't be afraid. It'll feel 
so good. Go ahead and do it, Willie. Ooo, I like the way you're feeling me 
up. You're getting me hot too, but not as hot as you are now. I like your 
hands on me and I like your big, hard prick in my hand. Go ahead and feel 
good, Willie. Pretty soon we can both feel good together. Come on and shoot 
for me. Feel good all over. I want you to, Willie, I want you to feel so 
good." 

"Oh-h-h-h, Sandra-a-a-a!" he moaned from the bottom of his gut, as his prick 
began to jerk and shoot as never it had before. "Oh-h-h, no-o-o-o-o," he 
groaned, coughing and jerking all over, twisting and turning in the strong, 
soft cradle of her arm, making a complete fool of himself, close to weeping 
again as his prick shot jets of toe-tingling pleasure across the toilet and 
up against the commode. 

"Yes, darling, yes!" Sandy excitedly said, working that lovely prick with 
firm precision, thrilling at its fine young vigor. "Oh, that feels so good! 
Cum for me! Oh, how I love it, and it feels so good! Oh, you beautiful boy!" 
she said, and crushed his quaking body against her and mashed her mouth down 
on his twisted lips to kiss him with voracious lust. 

She had to let go of his prick. She had to get her arms all around this 
wonderful young male to feel every tremor of pleasure he was feeling on 
this, the first time he was orgasming in the embrace of a woman. She could 
still feel his prick. It was jammed right up against her swollen, wet cunt, 
jerking up at her and spreading its hot spurting wetness into the deep warm 
crevices of her loins. He could feel it too. As blinded by ecstasy as he 
was, he knew he was fucking her, fucking a woman!, and he humped and pushed 
hard against her now with uninhibited joy as her tongue slid down his throat 
to his balls, and her mouth tried to suck him right up inside of her. 

"Oh, you sweet thing!" she exclaimed, hugging him and squeezing him and 
getting off on a lovely orgasm of her own as she covered his fevered face 
with kisses. He was grinning vapidly and his hair was hanging down over his 
clear forehead. His body was going soft as a doll's in her arms and under 
her quickly caressing hands while his prick stayed hard against her loins. 

She grasped it and stripped the last of his semen from it, making him purr 
and grin more broadly. Wonderful boy! He'd creamed all up her forearm and 
now he was grinning and making no protest at all as she massaged his slowly 
softening prick and blended in his slippery hot cream with the soap suds 
left on his prick and balls. 

She kissed him again and said, "Oh, Will, we're going to have such fun 
together today. Look, you've cum all over my slacks, you naughty, darling 
boy. Oh, what a lot of it you had! But there'll be more, lots more. And now 
it's getting soft and nice again and you can pee. Isn't that nice. That'll 
feel good, too, but not as good as your cumming felt. Pee for me now. I'll 
hold it for you." 

Both looked down, grinning and sighing proudly and happily. She held his 
foreskin back until he started to forcefully pee, then interrupted the flow 
a few times with little squeezes of his soft shaft that made both of them 
giggle. When he was pissing in a steady stream she turned his face up to 
hers and kissed him again, warmly and deeply, full of passion and promise of 
things to come. 

They both giggled when she shook the last drops of pee from his prick. She 
kissed him again and told him to be a good boy and wash himself clean and 
wait for her while she ran a quick errand. She hurried to her landlord's 
cottage and told Paul, "When my daughter comes back at lunchtime for the 
key, I'd appreciate it if you'd detain her. I'm, well, I'm entertaining a 
man in our cottage and it would be a little embarrassing for her if we were 
disturbed. Take her to lunch, if you like, and I'll pay you for it. Thanks. 
See you later," she said, and hurried off to her hot little lover. 

 Chapter Ten 

Lois had left Paul's cottage not five minutes before Sandy's quick visit. 
He'd been damned lucky mother and daughter hadn't bumped into each other on 
his front porch. He wasn't so lucky when he went to tune in on cottage # 6, 
for his hidden intercom system wasn't working. He got himself a bottle of 
pop and stretched out on his couch, feeling very good, knowing damned well 
he'd again done the right thing with little Lois, no how she'd felt about it 
all when she'd walked out of his place. And he knew she'd be back.... 

As soon as her mother had left that morning, Lois rushed through the 
breakfast dishes, put on a little lipstick and eye makeup, and took off her 
bathing suit. The bathing suit went into her beach bag and her beach jacket 
covered her glowing young nudity as she hurried down the walk between the 
cottages to her first fuck. It would be the first of a zillion, she hoped, 
as she rapped sharply at Paul's door. 

"Ta-Daaaa!" she sang, opening the robe and posing like a model when he 
opened the door. 

"You get in here, young lady!" he said, and in an instant she was in his 
snug house and in his strong arms, with his tongue probing down her throat 
and her hand inside his pants, squeezing his rapidly thickening cock. 

"That's the only kind of caller to have first thing in the morning," he said 
against her trembling lips, fondling her tits and belly, slipping curled 
fingers down over the tight silky mound of her hot little pussy. 

"Oh, Paul!" she said, all breathless with excitement. "I couldn't even sleep 
last night thinking of this morning. Oh, your cock feels so big! I can 
hardly wait to get it in me! You are going to fuck me, aren't you, just like 
you promised." 

She was practically jumping up and down in her eagerness to get fucked, 
jumping up and down on his middle finger. He laughed and swatted her ass and 
said, "Sure thing. But first let's make sure you're good and wet and I'm 
good and hard. Get rid of that jacket and sit down on the table, baby." 

He had cleared off his nightstand and placed it in the living room in 
anticipation of this morning. 

As he led her to it in the cradle of his arm, it looked odd, out of place to 
her, but only for a moment as her entire senses were focused on getting 
fucked. It was narrow, about three feet long, and at about the level of her 
hips. Its bottom shelf held a jar of vaseline. She easily slid up on the 
table plump asscheeks squirming on its polished surface, body twitching, 
with readiness. Paul pushed her dimpled knees far apart, knelt and kissed 
her cunt. He sucked and kissed and stabbed with his tongue, mouthing heavily 
in her succulent cunt until it and his lower face were slippery wet, till 
she was puffing and panting and pulling his hair, saying, "Paul, fuck me 
now. My cunt's so hot I can't stand it. Put your cock in me. OH, I'm so 
ready!" 

"Wait till I get my pants off," said he, rising and working at his belt 
buckle, admiring the view of his virgin on the verge, so hot she couldn't 
hold still. "Keep your legs open. I want to see that little pink twat. 
Christ, it's almost as cute at those little pink titties. I'm getting hotter 
just looking at you." He pushed down his pants, stepped out of them, and 
began to fold them up. 

"Paul, hurry before I change my mind!" she implored. 

He almost laughed at that. But he said, "You won't change your mind if you 
don't cool off. Play with your pussy a little. Go ahead, Lo. I like to see 
that too." 

"Oh-h-h-h-h, hurry!" she said, rubbing that angelic cunt now, poking fingers 
in its tight hole and pulling near frantically at its clit, while Paul 
calmly took off his shorts and bared his big long cock. 

"You'd better suck it a little. Make sure it stays good and hard." He came 
forward working it in his fist. She uttered a dismal moan and fell forward 
on it, sucking with little coordination but much efficacy, still clawing at 
her pussy. 

"Don't cum in my mouth this time!" she quickly said, and sucked him in 
again. "Save it. For my hot little cunt!" said she, then sucked him some 
more. 

He smiled and affectionately patted her little blonde head. Crazy chick. He 
wished he could get that turned on to sex again. Maybe he could with her. At 
least he'd have a good time trying. 

He said, "That's enough, kiddo. You're getting to be a good little 
cocksucker, but that's enough for now. Sit up, baby, and then turn over and 
show me your pretty ass." 

She looked like she was going to cry as she wailed, "But I want to get 
fucked now!" 

"You will. Trust me. And roll over." 

"Oh, Paul!" she said, but she did as she was told. 

Her fat young ass was just gorgeous. There were probably better 
fourteen-year-old asses in town, but he didn't know of any besides this one 
that was his to do with as he pleased. It was a rosy pink as she lay there 
clutching the table edge, panting and pleading, her hips at the edge of the 
table and her legs hanging down. Paul split the firm melons with his hands 
and licked up through the crack of her ass, lanced his tongue up her sweet, 
tight asshole and felt her squirmings and squealings tingling all through 
him. 

"Oh, my cunt's on FIRE!" she said. "Put it in me, Paul. Paul, fuck me!" 

"Getting to it," he said. 

He rose with the jar of Vaseline in hand. With his big hot prick laid down 
on the groove of her quivering buttocks, he kept her legs wedged open with 
his hips as he unscrewed the lid of the jar and dipped two fingers in. 
Without further ado he plunged them into her tight little asshole. 

"OH!" she cried, and he hushed her. "Paul, what're you doing? That feel so . 
. . OH! OH!" she cried, churning her hips all around, rocking the table on 
its legs as he held her down and worked thick slippery fingers in her 
squirming ass and kept telling her to shush for the sake of the neighbors. 

As expected, she had terrific action in her ass. It was squirming wildly and 
beautifully, quivering and shaking everywhere as he finger-fucked it. He was 
grinning and greasing his dick as she was saying, "Paul, that's driving me 
out of my mind! OH! It's going to be even better when you fuck me. My poor 
little cunt wants your cock so bad I can hear it screaming for it!" 

"It'll have to wait its turn," said Paul, and eased his cock into her 
tightening asshole till it was in to the hilt and she was really going 
crazy. 

"Paul, git it OUT, It's in the wrong PLACE!" she gasped. "You're so big I 
can't STAND it! God, it feels like I'm pooping, and . . . OH! . .. OH, Paul! 
. .. OH-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!" 

He was really feeding her the cock now. The way she was moving that babyfat 
butt of hers, he didn't have to move his hips at all, but move he did. He 
heavily kneaded her fat ass cheeks as he sawed his cock in and out of her 
butt. He put his weight into his hands, like applying artificial respiration 
to her ass, and she kicked and squealed as he pulled and pushed his cock 
through her tight pink ring. He was grinding her clit against the hard table 
and he knew, turning her on in front and behind as he gave her a fucking 
she'd always be thankful for. Her orgasms were getting bigger and she was 
starting to whoop, but now he didn't give a damn if the tenants heard or not 
because his big prick started shooting load after load of hot jism up the 
tight hole between those two well-pawed buns. 

"You like it? You like it? You like getting fucked in the ass?" he asked, in 
time with his heavy ejaculations. 

"Yes! Uh-h-h-h! Yes!" she moaned, fucking the table with her tits and her 
cunt, milking him dry with her butt-hole. 

"So did I," said he, and pulled out to the strains of her shuddering moan, 
and stood watching, cock dripping, while she writhed and shivered a little 
more and then went limp on his table. 

He slapped her smartly on the ass and said, "Get up, kiddo. I got things to 
do, bills to pay, people to see, and money to collect." 

She stilled her panting to say, "I want to get fucked ... in my hot, hot 
cunt. Oo-o-o, how I want to get fucked." 

"You will. A little later." He came round her dangling feet and laid his 
cock on the table before her face. "With this." 

He pushed it to her mouth. She weakly kissed and said, "Now?" 

"Later, like I said. I've got things to do." 

She lifted her sad, lovely face. "I'd do anything to get fucked now." 

He smiled down on her. He turned around and bent at the waist, parting his 
hairy ass-cheeks. With only a moment's pause she had her tongue up his butt, 
a first for him, and a strong hint of what she must have felt when he rimmed 
her and cornholed her. He turned round again and pinched her flushed ass and 
siad, "I could go for a lot more of that later, after I've fucked you good 
and proper. But now, like I say, you better go for your walk on the beach." 

She raised up on the table. "I won't go till you've fucked me!" 

"Suit your self. I'm going to grab a shower and split. I should be back in a 
couple of hours." 

She jumped up and faced him, fists on her hips and anger clouding her 
pretty, childish face. "If you leave now I'll go out and find someone else 
who'll fuck me!" she warned. 

"And get yourself good and pregnant," he warned her back, and pinched her 
cheek and headed for the shower. With any luck at all she'd be out on the 
beach when he emerged, and he could take a nap. His luck held on that count, 
and though he had a nasty scare when her mother showed up with her request 
to detain little Lois, his luck held there, too. He wondered how long his 
fucking luck would last.... 

After Paul obligingly agreed to delay Lois, Sandy hurried back to her 
charming little guest. She had a twofold reason to thank her landlord now, 
but at the moment her continued pleasure came first. 

She found the boy still in his T-shirt, with no lather showing on his soft 
little prick. He'd taken his pants and shorts out of the trash can and was 
shaking them out. "You won't be needing those," she said, and took them from 
him and tossed them far back in the highest cupboard of the kitchen. "Now 
give me that T-shirt." His enchanting bashfulness returned as he removed it. 
This, too, was relegated to the spot beyond his reach. Now he was all naked 
and she was all dressed. His prick was limp, and her cunt was throbbing and 
seething in a lovely way. She slipped an arm about his waist, smiling 
warmly, and asked how long he could stay. 

"All day!" he said. "The heck with the beach." 

"And the heck with the fitting rooms? Have you had enough of looking at 
women for today?" 

He grinned and shook his head as he gazed at her. "I could look at you all 
day." 

"In these old things?" She plucked at her baggy sweat shirt and smoothed her 
hand over the front panel of her slacks. She looked down at herself and 
said, "Tsk. My slacks are all wet where you creamed on me. I wonder if the 
landlord noticed it. No matter. But I'd best take them off. My sweat shirt, 
too. Would you like to help me? You enjoy seeing women in just their bras 
and panties." 

She lifted her arms over her head and he pulled her sweat shirt off. She was 
still smiling as it came off, and he was gazing in closeup awe at her 
luscious big breasts all pushed together and trying to squeeze out of her 
lacy pink brassiere. 

She took his hands in hers and ran them over her thrusting bosom, half 
naked, half tightly covered. It further stiffened her big nipples and set 
her cunt to throbbing. "Do you like big tits like mine, eh? Yes, you like to 
look at them and now at last you're playing with a nice big pair. If you 
keep on being a good boy I might let you kiss them. But now help me off with 
my slacks." 

His prick was already hard again! She felt it just before he knelt on the 
rug to open her zipper. She wanted it in her cunt now, immediately, but it 
seemed as if she'd waited for so long for this particular prick that a 
little further waiting would make it all the sweeter for her, and it would 
be a just revenge on Will and all the other boys she'd ever yearned for to 
tease this one to madness before fucking him to death. 

He took her slacks down reverently, with trembling hands, as she smiled down 
from above and tousled his hair with her hand. She bumped his grinning face 
with her hip as she stepped out of them, and his grin remained as he saw her 
again in her filmy pink panties, this time from just inches away. She swayed 
her hip to touch his cheek, lazily tousling his hair. He tremulously circled 
the bulge of her calf with his hands, and she slowly twisted till his cheek 
was against the hollow of her groin. His deep breathing was warm against her 
cunt. She pulled at his ear and said, "Oh. You like the smell of a woman's 
cunt, eh? I suppose kissing a woman there only happens to you in your wet 
dreams." 

He drew his flushed face away from her loins and looked up at the big, 
brassiered tits jutting over his head. His hands crept up and touched them, 
both of them, and he said, "These are what I dream about. Ooo. Yours are so 
big!" 

She laughed and pushed his hands from her. "You're going to have to get 
weaned one of these days." She sauntered off to where her package was, 
haughty, brazenly beautiful, in complete control. He knelt worshipfully 
where he was, stiff prick sticking up from between his thighs, breathlessly 
waiting for her every move. She wanted to pounce on him, to feel his hard 
prick fucking every square inch of her seething flesh, but more than that 
she wanted him to be her devoted and well-trained sex slave. 

She shook out her new bathing suit and held it up in front of her. Its baggy 
gray looked terribly drab compared to the pink and white curves of her 
lingerie-clad body. "I think I'll try this on," she said. "Would you like to 
see it on me, Willie?" 

"Sure!" he chirped, rubbing his hands on his thighs. "You want me to help 
you off with your b-brassiere?" 

"You're probably thirsty. I'll get you a coke while I change," she said, and 
swung her hips close past him on her way to the kitchen, gave him a good 
look at her bottom as she bent in the refrigerator, and in general put on 
quite a lingerie model show before handing him the drink and sauntering off 
into the bedroom. She closed the door, leaving a very disappointed boy in 
her wake. She quickly stripped, teeth chattering with excitement. Her pussy 
was swollen and sopping wet, and blotting with tissues did little good. She 
climbed into the stretchy, one-piece suit, its soft material rasping 
erotically against her skin. Without her bra on, it fit her a little more 
loosely than before, and that was fine. She found that a shrug of one 
shoulder could slip one of its shoulder straps and a further wriggle of her 
torso would bare that breast. It wasn't at all the right suit for swimming, 
but it was just right for what she had in mind. She returned to her eager 
trainee. 

"D'you like it, Willie?" She twisted this way and that, adjusting leg holes, 
allowing shoulder straps to fall, shaping her tits inside the soft cloth 
with her hands. 

"Yeah. Boy," he said. "It looks like one of those bathing suits the women 
divers use in the Olympics." 

"It's too big for me. Look," she said, facing him directly where he knelt 
and shrugging a shoulder, and twisting in that way she'd learned would bare 
a tit. He stiffened and licked his lips. She smiled down at the inch-long 
nipple, pulling it to a firmer point with her ringers, and said, "It 
wouldn't do for this to pop out at the beach. Some horny little boy like you 
would come over looking for his lunch." 

"Could I. .. kiss it once? You said I could." 

"Why not?" 

She walked over and hung it over his face, holding it in both hands and 
squeezing it as he lifted his eager mouth to the very protuberant nipple. He 
suckled noisily, greedily, reaching up to touch it at the same time. His 
hands and his mouth were divine. A few days before Sandy would have been 
ecstatically content to have a boy do this. Now she needed more. She 
straightened up, popping her tingling nipple from his hot little mouth. She 
shrugged the shoulder strap on now, and she was squeezing and molding her 
tits through the suit with both hands as she said, "How would you like to 
take this suit right off me so we can get down to some serious fun." 

"Oh, boy!" he said, and started to rise. A warning finger held him there. 

"Stay where you are. You're going to take this suit off from the inside, not 
the outside." 

He looked puzzled, disappointed. She took a step closer, running her fingers 
through the leg holes, stretching them out. She said, "It's simple, darling. 
Just reach up inside and peel my new bathing suit off me. Then you'll have 
me all naked and hot and ready to teach you some fancy fucking." 

"Oh-h-h. Oh, S-Sandra," he said, and placed hot trembling hands on her well 
rounded thighs, and slid them slowly up inside the invitingly opened leg 
holes. 

He didn't move slowly after that. He plunged his arm in up to the elbows, 
shooting hot sparks through her, and then he crouched lower to reach higher 
up inside her soft and stretchy suit. It bound its crotchband up against her 
twat, and it also brought his face up against her pubic mound. He already 
had his hands on her tits, and he could have reached just a little higher 
and pulled down her shoulder straps, but now Sandy's elbows were high out at 
her sides as she placed her hands on his and kneaded them against her tits 
through the suit. 

"Oh-h-h. Oh, Sandra," He passionately said. "You've got such big soft ones. 
And the ends of them are so hard!" 

"I'd like to be feeling them against your naked chest now. Get my suit off, 
Willie, darling." 

Of course she was still obstructing him in this by the posture of her arms. 
He was stretching the suit farther as he reached all the way up through its 
leg holes, grunting and panting in his frustration and feeling all he could 
of her tits while he reached for the shoulder straps. Sandy took a wider 
stance till he was almost all the way under her on his knees. The suit's 
crotchband was pulled up very hard against her cunt now, working hard 
against her clit. It was wet, pulled up in her sodden slit by his frantic 
gropings and stretchings and splitting her passion-swollen cuntlips. He 
necessarily had his face against her there, his hot panting breath blowing 
directly into her hairy groin, his cheek against her split vulva. She kept 
moving her hands on his, encouraging him to get his fill of her tits, as she 
said, "I like your hands on me, but I wish you'd get my suit off. I hope my 
old pussy doesn't smell bad to you." 

"It smells ... funny. Strong, like garlic. I don't like it, Sandra. Can't 
you just take your suit off so's we can . .. f-fuck?" 

She patted his head, moved his breath closer to her cunt, letting one 
shoulder strap at last come down. "You've got to work for what you want, 
Willie. Surely your mother taught you that. Too bad she didn't teach you to 
like garlic like grownups do. But wait. Maybe you can do better from 
behind." 

She got his arms out of her bathing suit with difficulty. It was badly 
stretched out of shape by now, and serving her needs nicely. He remained 
kneeling, panting and wiping his face and gazing hungrily at her as she 
turned around and told him to try it from the back. 

Still he couldn't reach her shoulder straps. But now at least his hands 
paused to roam inside the seat of her suit, feeling the big soft mounds of 
her ass and proving he was learning that women had something more than a 
pair of big tits. She squirmed it all around for him, and she pulled the wet 
crotchband of her suit out of her slit to reposition it so it ran up over 
her groin. 

She softly massaged her now exposed clit with her fingers till at last he 
panted, "It's no use. I've got to do it from the front. Sandra, please just 
take it off!" 

"You're doing fine," she said, and turned around. 

He had his hands up inside on her tits before he realized her cunt had been 
bared. Now his face was directly against those wet and swollen lips and his 
nose was buried in her blonde wet hair. He tried to pull away, but her hands 
moving on his easily kept him at feeling her lovely soft tits, and again his 
panting mouth was at her cunt. She could feel him tensing. Supremely 
confident now, she massaged his scalp with her fingertips. His head was 
turning and his hands were faltering on her tits. When his lips touched her 
cuntlip she took her hand from his head and drew aside the crotchband 
farther, smiled and purred with contented achievement as he pressed his lips 
to hers. 

She undulated her hips softly, and he began to pucker and kiss her there. 
"Mmm. Feels nice," she said "but I thought you didn't like the smell of 
cunt." 

"Nn-n-n-n. Oh-h-h-h. Mm-m-mm," he replied, hands sliding down from her tits, 
mouth moving all around in her slippery wet slit. 

When he pulled the crotchband aside himself, Sandy smiled and eased down the 
top of her suit. He didn't notice. He was too busy eating cunt. He was as 
clumsy as he was effective at it, but he had plenty of time to learn superb 
technique from her and other women like her. He didn't even stop his 
impassioned munching and sucking when Sandy pushed her suit down over her 
hips, and at last she had to say, "Darling, stop for just a moment so I can 
get this off. Then you can have all you want of my big old cunt." 

"Wow! It's really good!" he enthused, licking his lips with gusto as Sandy 
quickly stopped naked, trying to muff dive her again as soon as he could. 

She staved him off and led him to her bed. There she lazily stretched and 
arched and twisted and very sensuously orgasmed for a full half hour while 
her busy little bee sucked on the nectar of her cunt. She had to tell him 
twice to stop and fuck her. 

He jumped right up and threw himself at her right away. His lovely hard 
prick was stabbing wildly at her open twat, making her cum in still another 
lovely way, as she said, "Now, don't you dare cum until I tell you. I won't 
put up with anyone who can't control himself. Fuck me good and hard and I'll 
tell you when to cum." 

Again it seemed like a full half hour of the loveliest of pleasures for her. 
Sandy simply lay back and let the orgasms flow as her boy pounded her pussy 
with his prick. He wasn't even inside her half the time. But that didn't 
matter for by then her entire cuntal area, her entire body was as receptive 
as her hole and as sensitive as her clit. And he was practically tireless. 
He protested a few times, begging for his turn to cum, but she reminded him 
that she'd already let him cum once and that when she let him cum this time 
it would make up for his patience. And he began to tire several times, and 
Sandy let him rest while he kissed her tits and cunt to re-inspire him for 
more fucking. There was a spreading wet stain of cunt juice under her hips 
when she felt she'd had her fill. 

She ruffled his sweated hair and said, "Ready, Will?" 

"Uh-h-h-h," he replied. "Can't... go on .. . much longer." 

"Then, cum, darling. And let me know it when you do." 

"N-N-N-N-N-N-NOW-W-W-W-W-W-W-W!" he wailed, head thrown back and hips arched 
forward, prick sending a tremendously long spurt of jism into her cunt. 

She tightened up and pushed up at him, thrilled at the intensity of his 
long-delayed ejaculation, and again he wailed, "N-N-N-NOW-WWW!" 

Inspired anew by his grinding cum, Sandy locked legs about his hips, urging, 
"More! Again!" 

' 'YEAH, N-N-N-N-N-N-NOW-W-W-W-W-W-W-!'' he cried, his shuddering body 
feeling as if his guts were coming out the end of his prick. 

Five, six times more his body convulsed that way and his wailing voice 
announced the advent of another huge long spurt of jism into Sandy's 
overflowing cunt. She was amazed and ecstatic over the boy's ripping good 
ejaculation, and thoroughly pleased with herself for so controlling him as 
to make it possible. But at last even his young body slackened and slowed. 
He was moving feebly, just muttering his annoucements, when Sandy burrowed 
her fingers up his little butt-hole and he immediately leapt to life 
wailing, "W-W-W-W-W-W-WOW-W-W-W-W-W-W-!" and getting out that last elusive 
drop of cum, then collapsing completely on the big soft cushion of the woman 
who'd almost succeeded in driving him mad and then fucking him to death. 

 Chapter Eleven 

When Lois slammed out of Paul's cottage she walked swiftly and stiffly 
toward the surf, with her fury at Paul mounting with every twitching of her 
ass. He'd screwed her in the ass, and yes, she'd like it a lot. She wanted a 
cock in her there again, many times, but not at the expense of having no 
cock for her cunt. What was wrong with him, anyway? Didn't she excite him 
enough for him to want to fuck her? Was he some kind of a queer when it came 
to fucking? Did he secretly love her so much he wanted to preserve her 
virginity at the expense of their pleasure together? Was fucking really all 
that good? Though she was still a virgin, she knew the answer to that last 
question. Yes. Fucking was terrific, the best thing going between two 
people. 

She had to lose her silly virginity immediately and then Paul would surely 
cease postponing their fucking. The rest of it, with mouth and hands and 
assholes was fantastic, but incomplete without fucking. All she had to do 
was find someone she could trust not to get her pregnant while taking her 
cherry, and then everything would be fine. She thought and thought while she 
walked, then made a tight circle in the sand and headed back toward the 
cottage where the lesbian lived. 

Claire was drying off from her shower when the knock on her back door came. 
After days of frustrating failures, marked only with her success with sexy 
Sandy, she knew at once she was going to score with a chick. She'd given out 
her vacation address to scores of pretty young things, suggesting they come 
round to her back door for some friendly fun together, and now at last one 
of them had let her romantic curiosity get the best of her silly morals. 
Maybe there were two of them out there, but one would do nicely, Claire 
thought as she excitedly wrapped a towel around her naked torso. A little 
conversation, a glass or two of wine, flirtation and innuendos, then some 
slap and tickle that would hopefully lead them into bed. She'd been all 
ready to give up her vacation and head back to the gay bars of the city, but 
now her hopes soared as she smeared on crimson lipstick and padded quickly 
to her back door. 

"Hi," said Lois. The lesbian still looked like a movie actress, bringing out 
Lois's youthful shyness, and the tall brunette's fading smile didn't help. 

Lois persisted. "Can I. .. come in?" 

Christ, thought Claire, of all the girls on the beach . .. "Sure. For a 
minute. We can talk while I pack. What's on your mind?" 

"Nothing. Well, I. . . " Could Paul and her mother be wrong about this 
woman? Lois wondered. Probably not, from the way she was looking down at her 
tits. "You're leaving? Could we sit down and sort of talk for a little bit, 
please?" 

"Sure. What the hell? My name's Claire, by the way. We can sit right here at 
the kitchen table. Can I get you a cold drink? Oh, hell. All I've got is 
beer and wine, and that's probably not good for a girl with your affli. . . 
uh, not good for you." 

Lois settled nervously, rather happily, into a straight-backed chair. "Oh, I 
like beer and wine. Mother lets me have it at home. It makes me giggly, 
though. You won't tell Mother I came here?" 

"Perish the thought." 

The lesbian bent over to rummage through her booze-stocked refrigerator. If 
nothing else, the epileptic girl was something to look at, as cute and 
virginal as hell. Lois was looking at her. She had long, fantastically 
tanned legs, and the globes of her buns peeping out from under the towel 
were satiny white. The girl squirmed on the chair seat thinking about how 
lesbians like to eat pussy, like Paul did. Claire's tongue in her hot little 
cunt would surely be good, but Lois was resolved that the next thing that 
touched it would be a penis ... of one kind or another. Claire looked like 
the perfect answer to her need, a gentle woman who understood the female, 
not some slobbering brute of a teenaged boy she could pick up on any beach. 
She proved that by looking and not leaping at Lois now. 

Claire shoved her an opened can of beer and sat down at the table with her. 
"Drink up, Lois. Get giggly while we talk." 

Lois drank and squirmed, tongue-tied, while the tall brunette sipped and 
looked her over through glittering emerald eyes. How did a girl bring 
something like this up in conversation? At last Lois ended a long silence by 
saying, "Somebody told me you, uh, don't go out with many men." 

Claire chuckled. "Men make me sick. They're ugly, dirty." 

"Oh." Another drink of beer, and, "You like . . . girls?" 

"Mm-hm. I love 'em. I'd do anything for 'em. There are a lot of women like 
me. They call us 'gay,' but we just know the right way to live, and love." 

Lois fidgeted, flushed, drank, and looked wistfully into those serene green 
eyes and said, "Would you do a favor for me?" 

"Depends. Probably. What is it?" 

"Well, I've got this problem with my boy friend. He won't, uh . . . do what 
I want him to do," said Lois, and quickly quaffed her beer. 

"They rarely do," siad Claire, and got up and got another, sat down on the 
corner of the table and handed it to her poor little guest. Gooseflesh rose 
in waves all over her body as that poor little guest stared and said, "Ooo, 
you don't have any hair there!" 

Claire parted her legs and the gooseflesh grew warmer. If she couldn't 
possess this girl, she could at least expose herself to her. "I had it all 
removed. I don't have a hair on my body," she said, and cast off her 
covering towel, fully exposing herself, outwardly coolly beautiful, inwardly 
beautifully excited. 

Lois just glanced at the magnificent tits above her. Her fingers went to her 
cheek as she stared at the plump, bald, split Y between those beautiful 
Iegs, and she said, "That looks so pretty that way!" 

Claire petted the head of the child, strange in her innocence, and strangely 
exciting. She wanted more of that excitement, but she had to keep it hidden 
lest it prove contagious to the girl. "It feels pretty, too. You can touch 
it if you like," Claire carefully said. 

"I'd like to. I can never see mine up this close, and . .. Ooo, what a big 
clit you have! I wish mine was that big. Ooo!" 

Claire had to grip the table hard to keep from jumping right off it as the 
girl's fingers touched her pube and parted her lips. She'd had a lot of 
women touch her there, but never like this. She was as confused as she was 
thrilled as she eased farther up on the table and further parted her legs. 
"It, uh, it gets a lot of exercise," she said. "Exercise that probably 
wouldn't be good for a girl in your, uh, condition. Oh, my! Oh!" 

"Did I hurt you?" 

"Not at all! It feels nice. You know?" 

"Mm-hm. Pussies really are pretty. I can see why my boyfriend likes to play 
with mine, and why he's always wanting to kiss me there. But what a big clit 
you have!" 

Claire was leaning back on her hands, breathing fast, cunt wide open for all 
the pawing it could get. The girl's fingers were tickling crazily, 
beautifully, as they spread her swelling lips and prodded her distending 
clitoris. "He... he kisses you there? Your boyfriend goes down on you and it 
doesn't bother you?" 

The girl giggled and squirmed all around. "It sure does bother me. It makes 
me feel good all over. You know. And he says it tastes so good. Could I ... 
taste yours? Just a little? You wouldn't mind if another girl did it to you, 
would you?" 

"Darling, I wouldn't mind at all!" said Claire, and circled Lois's blonde 
head with her hand and gathered that sweet teenaged mouth against her 
often-kissed cunt in a rapture of delight. "Oh, yes, kiss it!" she said, 
yearning to make a true convert of this girl regardless of her affliction. 
"Oh, isn't that sweet! You make me feel so nice! Cunt's are so nice to kiss! 
Doesn't that taste good, though?" Lois drew back and wrinkled her nose. "I'd 
rather suck a cock any old day. But they are pretty to look at." 

Claire sat back, rubbing her tingling cunt and smiling alluringly. "It's 
something you have to get used to. You would, you know. Much better than 
sucking a dirty old cock. But you and your boyfriend do all those things and 
it... it doesn't bother your ... your epileptic condition?" 

"What's an epileptic condition? I don't have an epileptic condition." 

"You don't? Really? But Paul, our landlord, said. .." 

"Paul? Oh, pooh. He'll say anything. He's such a liar. He's always making 
promises and not keeping them." 

"He's not your boyfriend, is he?" 

"Mm-hm. And he's sort of why I came to see you. He keeps saying he'll, you 
know .. . fuck me. But then he's always putting it off, doing other things. 
So my mother told me you had an artificial thing to do it with and I thought 
maybe you'd do it for me..." 

"With my dildo! Darling, of course!" Claire exclaimed, starting up off the 
table. "I'd be more than happy to! And Paul's your boyfriend? Come into the 
bedroom with me, darling. Take your beer. Paul's old enough to be your 
father! What a bastard, what a complete bastard to take advantage of you 
like that and still leave you a virgin! No one else has fucked you at all?"' 

She shook her head. She put her hand on her fanny and said, "He did it in my 
rear this morning." 

"That sonofabitch! Come. Let's get this bathing suit off. Ohh, I'm going to 
hug you and kiss you all over! I'll get you so happy and hot with my kisses 
and then I'll fuck you better than he ever could!" Claire hadn't had a 
virgin in years, and never one so pretty and willing as this girl. Her 
fingers fluttered all over the child, helping her off with her bikini. She 
gushed over each newly undraped charm, but when she tried to kiss her 
titties and rear and cunt, Lois said, "No, don't. I don't need that. I just 
need to get fucked." 

Claire dove for her dildo, fumbling to strap it on before the girl changed 
her mind. It was a whole new experience for her, and she wasn't going to 
pass it up. Her quarry lay back on her bed, watching with almost clinical 
interest as the big tan tapered phallus was secured against Claire's pubis 
by means of straps encircling her waist and thighs. If cock was what she 
wanted, Claire would feed plenty of it to her, and it wouldn't be long 
before Lois was back for more. Soon it would be Lois strapping the device on 
Claire's loins, and soon the girl would be as addicted to cunt-sucking as 
Claire was. It wasn't at all too late to train the, little blonde in the 
ways of Sappho. And once trained, she'd make an ideal Judas sheep for 
leading other girls into the lure of the lesbian. All Claire had to do was 
to give her a good solid fucking now, and make sure she didn't blab to 
anyone about it later. The dildo was in place. It had a series of soft 
rubber dimples under its hard base plate which pressed against its wearer's 
clit, affording stimulating friction to the user while she was stimulating 
her companion with the resiliently hard, eight-inch-long shaft. Claire 
tested the fit and advanced on the recumbent girl. 

She lay down beside her with the dildo lying atop Lois's thigh. She wanted 
the girl to get thoroughly used to the sight of such a thing attached to the 
body of a big-busted woman, as if it was the most natural thing in the 
world. As naively open as the girl was in her approach to this affair, she 
was obviously still a bit frightened. As excited about it as Claire was, she 
had to keep the girl calm at the start of things. 

"Take it in your hand. Touch it, dear," she said. 

"It's harder than a real one. And colder." 

"Between us we'll warm it up. And its hardness will stay with it. It won't 
go soft on you at the wrong time like a man's will. No babies, either." 

"Yes. I've thought about that. D'you think it'll all fit in me?" 

"We'll just give you as much as you can handle. My those are pretty breasts 
you've got," said Claire, growing even more excited with the girl's warm 
proximity, and with her pullings on her dildo. 

"They'll be as big as your tits soon." 

"Mm. The way you talk. What a sexy little thing you are. Would you .. . like 
to kiss my tits? You can. Anything you like." 

She shook her head. She bent the bluntly tapered end of the dildo down over 
her thigh till it was touching her pink-and-gold pussy and said, "I just 
want to get fucked. That's all." 

Claire grinned crookedly. She had a tough little nymph on her hands, but if 
she wanted a good fucking, Claire and her dildo were the ones to give it to 
her. "All right, spread your legs," she said, and the girl did. Amazing! So 
cherubically young, and so ready for any kind of sex at all. "Now I'll just 
get between your pretty legs like so, and . .. ah-h-h-h . .. just lay my big 
prick right in the groove of your cunt. It's not so cold, now, is it? Move 
it around and make it nice and slick and wet so it'll slip into you like a 
hot knife into butter. Feels good already, no?" 

"Not bad. Feels like it's made for this," said the girl, squirming back at 
Claire's smooth slidings of the big plastic dick. 

"Yes, little one, it is. Cunning little tits you have. I'd like to make a 
meal of those. Maybe one day at my apartment in the city." 

"Claire, I just want to get fucked. Can't you do it now? I'm pretty wet." 

"All right! I just didn't want to hurry you, damn it! You're going to get 
the fucking of your life, young lady! Slide down here to the edge of the 
bed." 

Fumbling with anger and excitement, the highly experienced lesbian hauled 
the teenaged virgin down till her plump butt was aquiver on the edge of the 
mattress, heels widespread on the floor, cunt thrust up as the highest part 
of her body. Claire quickly fit the business end of her dildo against the 
portals of previously inviolate fuckhole and pushed with her lean; powerful 
hips. In it went a few inches, and Claire grinned with satisfaction at the 
look of surprise on young Lois' face. She worked those few inches in and 
out, buttering her strap-on cock and at the same time stretching the hole 
made for but not yet used for fucking. She closely watched each of the 
girl's reactions, reveling in the rising color in her cheeks, the fluttering 
of her hands on Claire's hips, the nervous shiftings of her pinioned body. 

She was completely at the mercy of the lesbian now as Claire said, "How does 
it feel, darling?" 

"Feels fine!" said Lois, just a little breathlessly. 

"Then try this!" said Claire, and with a great surge of her athletic body, 
shoved it in to the hilt. 

"OW-W-W-W-W!" The girl screamed and threw her legs up, and Claire drew back 
and socked it to her again. Her eyes and her mouth flew open in alarm, but 
there was no stopping Claire now as she quickly fell into a rhythm that was 
both fast and steady, shoving that big cock into the little cunt under her 
with all the power in her body, then drawing back her hips to slide it deep 
again. 

"OH! OH! OH!" The girl was gasping loudly at each full penetration of the 
big thing, struggling weakly under the weight of the assault and clinging 
desperately to her assailant. "It's going clear up inside me!" 

"Yes, and I've only just begun," said Claire, getting better purchase on the 
floor with her toes, holding hard to the squirming body under her and 
driving deep with her cock. Pressing as it was to her oversized clitoris, 
the dildo felt like a part of her, an extension of her body. She'd fit it to 
herself perfectly this time, and its every movement provided clitoral 
friction which cried out for more, much more of the same. She was already 
panting and glowing with gutsy pleasure, working up to a giant of an orgasm, 
and each new gasp and twist of the helpless girl under her was adding to her 
joy. 

"Arms around my neck!" she snapped. "And legs around my body, girl! If you 
want to get fucked, hang onto me!" 

"Oh! Oh! Oh, my goodness!" Lois cried. "Not so fast! I can't even. .. get my 
breath!" she pleaded, but she found herself wrapping arms and legs around 
the long lithe body bearing down on her and pushing that wonderful huge 
thing in her hot little cunt with astonishing results. She was orgasming in 
steady waves, hardly able to draw a breath and being smothered by the 
panting, big-busted woman on top of her, but nevertheless orgasming over and 
over as the big thing was torpedoed into her again and again. 

Claire was orgasming too, but gritting her teeth to hold back from the big 
one inside her. Her big prick was squelching audibly in the cunt she'd just 
snatched from under a man's nose, and though she longed to get her mouth 
down to it and taste any remaining virgin's blood, she refrained. This was 
no time to pause for even a moment in her hard, driving fuck lest she 
insufficiently impress the girl with the capabilities of the knowing 
lesbian. Lois' cries and gasps were music to her ears as she grabbed her 
titties in both hands and pulled hard. Now she caught hold of the girl's hot 
plump ass with both hands, told her to hang on, and heaved them both to an 
upright position beside the bed. Standing flat-footed with knees bent, 
Claire began to drive her dripping dildo straight up into the girl's little 
twat, grunting with the effort, grinning at the result. 

"Oh! Oh, Claire! It's going. .. clear up inside me to my throat!" 

"Cum, then! Cum!" Claire commanded. 

"I am!" Lois cried. "Can't stop!" 

"Then cum harder, harder, HARDER!" cried the lesbian, lunging that big cock 
of hers up inside her, and staggering forward to pin-her little cherry 
against the wall as one of the girl's legs slipped from her sweating waist 
to weakly twine around her sinewy thigh. "When I get done with you," she 
panted, "no man will ever be able to satisfy you!" And with that, she braced 
herself and drove on toward a blinding finish. 

 Chapter Twelve 

It was a very satisfied and very happy Sandy who helped her little friend 
Will to dress and kissed him a fond good-bye for the day. In answer to her 
question he said he'd had a fantastic good time, whereupon Sandy said, "You 
really owe it all to that friend you met on the beach who told you about the 
peep-hole in the fitting room. We ought to thank him with a little surprise 
party. Bring him to the fitting room half an hour after the store opens. 
I'll surprise him with a little show, and then the three of us can have a 
lovely party here. Run along now. I'll see you tomorrow. And when you play 
with yourself tonight, think of me." 

She watched him totter down the walk. She felt marvelously good inside, all 
filled with his energy and his boyish cum. She covered her radiantly glowing 
nudity with her short beach robe and went to the cottage of their landlord, 
partly to thank him for his help, partly to see if Lois had shown up, but 
largely because she just felt too good to sit still. 

She found the door ajar and she softly entered on bare feet, not wishing to 
disturb him if he was napping or involved in some other solitary pleasure. 
She saw him stooping in a corner of his living room, his back to her, 
apparently wearing only threadbare work pants as he fiddled with what looked 
like a hi-fi set built into a cabinet. He was so absorbed in his work he 
didn't hear her as she padded closer. Feeling devilishly good, she was going 
to sneak up behind him and startle him, but she stopped at the couch when 
she noticed edges of glossy black-and-white photographs peeping out from 
under the edge of the cushion. Before she even reached for them she knew 
what they were. 

"Interesting pictures," she said, leafing through them. 

"What?!?" Paul straightened up and whirled about to face his tenant, the 
mother of the girl he'd seduced, the smiling, short-haired blonde with the 
crooked smile and the robe that was hanging loosely open to show it was all 
she had on. "You can't walk in here like that!" he said. "Here, give me 
those!" 

She held them over her head, opening her robe farther, stopping him in his 
tracks. He was an attractive man, not one of the boys she'd been after, but 
she'd caught him so off-balance that he was of decided interest to her as a 
possible new toy. She sneered and said, "Ah, you beach bachelors. You're in 
your glory here, aren't you. All sorts of cute little boys around to lure 
into your house with the promise of some hot pictures. Get them all excited 
while you sit beside them patting their little bare knee. And when they get 
excited, and who could help but get excited looking at these sexy pictures, 
you're right there to help them slip their nuts. What do you do, suck them 
off and then teach them to blow you? Or do you sodomize them on this couch 
or on this conveniently situated table?" 

He was spluttering in his confusion while Sandy smiled and shook her head at 
the photographs. "Do you work with the gay gal in number seven? Does she 
entice boys in here for you, and do you lure little girls in there for her? 
Fags and dykes do work together." 

"I'm not a fag, damn it! Give me those pictures!" he said, jostling against 
her as he reached for them. She held them higher, while with her other hand 
she unerringly found the thickness of his prick in his pants. He looked very 
startled when she squeezed its softness and said, "Too bad you don't have a 
little barefoot boy here to make it hard." 

"I'm not gay, damn it!" he flatly stated. 

She easily flipped open his pants, laughed when they fell and he made a 
futile grab for them. She halted him in his reaching crouch by shrugging off 
her robe and posing alluringly, saying, "If you're not gay, how come you 
don't get hard when there's a lovely naked woman here alone with you?" 

"I.. . Wow, you're. .. really something." 

She chuckled and sauntered past him, switching her naked butt so close to 
his face that he blinked and drew back. Crouched there with his pants down 
around his ankles, he looked up in awe at this wholly beautiful, supremely 
confident woman as she casually leafed through his pornography and strolled 
on to where he'd been working. She was somehow more exciting than her virgin 
daughter, and this was proven by the quickly rising state of his prick. He 
wanted her badly, but as naked and ready as she was, he simply didn't know 
how to begin. 

"Oh, I see," she said. "This is an intercom, not a hi-fi. Been listening in 
on your honeymooning tenants' fun? Does that get your little boys hot, too?" 

"I tell you, I'm not gay," he repeated. "That intercom is .. . the guy that 
owned this place before me put it in. It doesn't even work." 

BANG! Sandy hit it with her fist and it immediately crackled and words came 
through it. Someone in # 4 was talking about where to have dinner. She 
pushed the button marked with a 7 and could faintly hear Claire's oily 
smooth voice. She grinned at Paul and said, "Sounds like your resident 
lesbian's got a visitor. Is it a girl for her or a boy for you?" 

"Look," said Paul, and got to his knees to display his upright cock. "Does 
this look like I'm gay?" 

Her eyebrows went up. "Nice," she said, strolling forward, kneeling 
gracefully before him and smoothing her hand over its big ruddy knob. "Yes, 
that's a nice big cock you've got there. Does it fit inside women's cunts, 
or is it just for little boys' butts?" 

"How many times do I have to tell you th..." 

"Shush," she said, and pushed him over on his back beside the table. She 
seemed to move slowly but in just a moment she was on her knees over his 
loins, his prick in her cool hand, pressing its end against her hot wet 
pussy. He was nonplused! He couldn't even move as she sank down on it, 
enveloping all of it in her very hot and squirmy cunt, and beginning to ride 
him in a steady rhythm. She kept her face down and her hands braced against 
his chest. He felt as if he was being used, just like he'd used her 
daughter, but in an even more offhand way since she wasn't even looking at 
him, didn't even care who he was as long as he had a hard cock. This was a 
dynamic woman, one he'd badly misjudged, one who'd chew him up and spit him 
out to the wolves if she ever learned how he'd used her little daughter. He 
had to do exactly what she said or suffer dire consequences. It she told him 
to wipe her ass with his tongue, he'd have to do it. If she commanded him to 
be her personal man-servant, rinsing out the undies every night and 
manicuring her toenails while she chatted on the phone with her lover, he'd 
have to do that too. If she so decreed it he'd have to humiliate himself 
before her, crawling around on all fours like a dog while she rode his back 
and whipped him with a riding crop, eating her box till his tongue hung down 
to his chest, doing everything she said without a murmur of protest. She had 
him so compromised, so cowed, that he was hers to command! Because of what 
he'd done with her daughter, because of her discovery of his highly illegal 
intercom, he was in her power! Was there any escape? He looked at her in 
fear and wonder, sweating lightly and evenly, moving smoothly on the tool 
that was his cock, a beautiful woman who held the power to ruin him. And 
then she looked up at him, deep into his fearful wide eyes, and she said, 
"Cum!", and he did. 

It erupted like a torrent of lava from him, so suddenly and unexpectedly 
that he wasn't at all ready for it. It flowed in long, soul-searing jets, 
while he clutched at the carpet and gritted his teeth against the ripping 
ecstasy, afraid to touch her, afraid to cry out, afraid even to halt in the 
overwhelming gushings of his cock and balls as she continued to move on him, 
eyes boring into his, voice saying, "Cum! Cum! Cum, damn you, cum!" 

How much of the stuff did he have in him? His hot white semen was already 
bubbling and drooling out of her well split cunt, and still she was 
stoically demanding more and still she kept moving that cunt on his cock and 
getting more. He felt himself weakening in his long, heavy ejaculations. She 
might choose to destroy him on the spot if he quit on her before she'd had 
her fill of him. He was softly whimpering and pushing down, as he'd heard 
women do to have a baby, trying to force out one last drop of himself for 
her when suddenly she stopped and quickly cocked her head. 

"Oh! Oh, Claire! It's going. . . clear up inside me to my throat!" said a 
voice from his intercom. 

"Cum, then! Cum!" said the voice of the lesbian in # 7. 

"I am! Can't stop!" said the other, the young familiar voice. 

"My God! That's Lois with her!" Sandy cried, and whipped her dripping cunt 
from him and snatched up her robe and ran to the door commanding him to 
follow. 

The door to # 7 was locked, and no amount of pounding would open it. Inside 
they could hear faint thuddings and cries that had to be those of a girl in 
very deep trouble. Around to the bedroom window Paul led his irate tenant, 
pushing through dusty thick hedges till both were set back by what they saw. 

The tall tanned lesbian had Lois pinned to the wall. Sandy and Paul saw them 
in profile. Both were stark naked and the perspiration on Claire's body 
gleamed dully as she drew back and lunged up at Lois' loins, stabbing her 
time after time with her long, curved dildo, making it disappear completely 
in the girl's lily-white body. Lois was grimacing and moaning pitiably and 
barely managing to hang on to Claire's neck as the deep drives of the 
artifical cock continued unabated. Her legs were dangling down, toes jerking 
inches off the floor, as her diminutive body jerked and twitched under the 
relentless pounding. Claire was grimacing, too, green eyes boring into the 
slack face of the girl, voice chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum harder!" 

Paul and Sandy looked at each other in stunned wonder, then were drawn back 
to the scene by Lois wailing, "Can't. .. cum any harder-r-r-r!" 

"A man'll never be able to satisfy you now," snarled the lesbian, panting 
hard, feet slipping now till Lois's were touching the floor, still driving 
that huge thing up her little cunt. "Never, never, never a man!" she 
proclaimed, eyes bulging from her head now and athletic muscles rippling 
with a taut tenseness that gripped her all over. 

Claire groaned from the bottom of her gut as the big orgasm she'd been 
seeking was at last let loose in her. "AR-R-R-RGH! Got you pinned to the 
wall, both of us cumming like crazy, crazy!" It came in waves, first robbing 
her of her strength, then sending new power soaring through her to force the 
girl to keep up with her, to twist the girl to her way of life. 
"YAH-H-H-H-H-H-H! Never be the same! Drive you into the ground with my cock, 
my beautiful big COCK!" she exploded, down on her knees now and still 
driving hard as she could with the big thing at the girl, whose legs were 
obscenely splayed now and who appeared to be close to losing consciousness. 

"Got to stop her," Sandy murmured. 

"Yeah," said Paul, and neither of them moved from the window, mesmerized as 
they were by the superbly violent sex scene before them. 

"UH!... Uh!... Uh-h-h-h," Claire grunted, running down at last, bathed in 
sweat, hips jerking rather than lunging the hot dripping dildo into the 
girl's ultra wet cunt. "You'll never get. .. another fuck ... like this 
one!" she panted, and feebly rolled away, with the big dildo springing out 
of the swooning girl, only to attack her again. Gasping for breath, Claire 
spread the girl's legs with her hands, gazed bleary-eyed down at her gaping 
pink slit and said, "You're mine. You're all mine now." 

She buried her face in the sweaty slippery box and began to noisily mouth 
and suck, and Lois stirred and smiled and pushed her head deeper between her 
legs. She said, "Mm-m-m, that was good. This's good, too. I'm so glad I came 
here. I just didn't know what I've been missing out on." 

"That dirty queer!" said Sandy, and elbowed Paul sharply in the ribs, "look 
what she's done to my daughter! We've got to get her out of there. Now! 
Move, damn it!!!" 

Paul ripped the screen from the window and dove in. Lois squealed when she 
saw him and Claire's head whipped up and out of the juicy little cunt it had 
been attending to as Paul grabbed for Lois' hand. 

"Get out of here! She's mine now!" Claire cried, rising to her feet. "She's 
mine, I tell you. You had your chance and..." 

Paul silenced her with a straight right to her cheekbone that sent her 
thumping against the wall. Her head cracked against it and on the rebound he 
doubled her over with a solid right to her belly. She was doubled up on the 
floor, coughing and retching, as he yanked Lois to her feet and led her 
faltering toward the front door. 

Sandy met them there and together they bustled the naked, weeping girl to 
the sanctuary of Paul's cottage. There, safe behind the locked door, Sandy 
took her daughter in her arms and said, "God, what did she do to you? You're 
probably ruined for life! Oh, you poor, poor baby. Why did you ever go 
there?" There was a pause in her anguished tirade, and then she drew back 
and said, "Yes, why did you go there? Why the hell did you go there for when 
I expressly told you not to? You bitch! You slut! You whore! You ... you 
QUEER!!!" 

Sandy began to wail. She tore her hair and paced about, weeping and saying, 
"I told her not to go there! Claire was right! She'll never be the same, 
never like men at all, unless . . . unless ..." 

She turned to Paul. She straightened up and faced both of them and said, 
"This has got to be straightened out, and it will be. Paul, take off those 
trousers. Lois, get up on that table." 

"Mother, what are you going to do?" Lois' faltering protest was silenced 
with a sharp slap across her face from her mother. Never before had Sandy 
struck her daughter, and the precedent-shattering blow took the girl's 
breath away and sent her hopping up on the little table, with her mother 
snapping at her, "I'm going to do everything I can to straighten you out 
before you get too warped, that's what I'm going to do! I refuse to have a 
homosexual for a daughter! That filthy pervert might have gotten to you 
first with her disgusting plastic penis, she might have even made you think 
you liked it, but now you're going to see what the real thing is like! YES! 
While your damned lesbian lover is still fresh in your mind, while your 
pussy's still stretched from that awful thing of hers, you're going to get 
screwed by the real thing! Then you'll forget all about the skinny bitch." 
She turned to Paul, still standing there quite stunned, and said, "I told 
you to get those pants off, damn it!" 

He at once hurried to loosen them, and as he did, Lois tried to sit up, 
saying, "I'll let him do it if you think it's best, Mother, but I couldn't 
possibly with you here." 

Sandy took her by her shoulders and eased her back down on the table, 
stroking her face and petting her and saying, "It will happen with me here, 
darling. Believe me, I know what's best for you. Relax, darling. Relax and 
feel how much better it is to be fucked by a man than by a piece of 
plastic." 

Again she turned to Paul. He was naked now and staring raptly down at her 
naked, blushing, fourteen-year-old daughter, all laid out like a suckling 
pig on a banquet table. The interest was there, the desire could be seen in 
his eyes, but his prick remained limp, deflated from its huge discharge in 
Sandy's cunt. Sandy took it in hand, long and thick, but far too limp for a 
penetration of a cunt as young and tight as Lois'. By means of his cock she 
pulled him closer between her daughter's parted legs, till she could draw 
patterns with the head of it moving over the satiny curves of the frightened 
but submissive girl. With his cock firmly in hand, she drew it up and down 
that wet little slit, scratching lightly on his chest with her nails, and 
murmuring, "You'd better get that prick of yours up hard, right now, or I'll 
see to it that you're the most miserable man in the world. Get it up!" she 
softly commanded, and sharply nipped his earlobe with her teeth, and felt 
the big thing in her hand jerk and throb with his every heartbeat till in 
seconds it was as hard as any boy's, but much bigger. 

"Relax," Sandy again told her daughter, and turned to the union she was so 
determined to make. His prick in her right hand looked huge, her pussy under 
her left looked tiny. Still she brought them together, parting the prim 
little cuntlips as far as she could, rubbing the cockhead up and down to 
lubricate its big fat end. Both of them were so nervous they were tense and 
twitching, and Sandy murmured softly for them to relax, that they were both 
on the verge of a very beautiful experience. And it was beautiful, all that 
pink and private flesh blending together, all at her command, so very 
beautiful that she had to bend and place her lips against it, had to 
simultaneously taste her daughter's clit and her landlord's prick head. Her 
tongue was still lazily working on the two of them as she eased them 
together, watching the penetration in magnified close-up, smiling at their 
contented sighs. 

She rose and told Paul to go slow and easy and steadily, and he only had to 
be told once. With his hands moving on Lois' fine little hips, he was moving 
the full length of his cock in and out of her little cunt, drawing the lips 
along with its entries and exits but causing her no signs of distress. 

Sandy embraced her reclining daughter and said, "How is it?" 

"Lovely, Mother! Ever so much better than that artificial one." 

Sandy hugged her and kissed her and smiled at her. She stroked her hair and 
squeezed her bare titty and said, "No, there's nothing gay about you, or me 
either, for that matter. We just like to have our fun, but with you being as 
young as you are, it takes a little direction on the part of a worried 
mother." 

Lois, squirming her hips in time with the lovely penetrations going on down 
below, hugged her mother back and said, "I'm sorry I made you worry. I'll 
make it up to you." 

"And I'll get you birth control pills this very day. As beautiful and sexy 
as you are, you'll need them." 

"Goodie!" Lois gleefully squeezed her mother's hand to her breast, kissed 
it, then slipped her hands round her mother's neck. "How can I ever thank 
you for being such a wonderful mother?" she said. 

Sandy straightened up and patted her daughter's cheek. Paul was still 
fucking her very nicely, and from the look on Lois' face, she was lost in a 
dream world of orgasmic pleasure. She was squirming and rotating her hips 
constantly, clinging to Sandy's hand and inching her panting lips closer to 
her. 

"You can thank me by having a good time, all through life," Sandy softly 
said. "And you can thank me by giving me no argument at all about changing 
schools when we move down here." 

"We're going to live here?" Lois exclaimed, clutching her mother's fanny in 
her excitement. "That'd be wonderful, wonderful!" she cried, and pressed 
gleeful girlish kisses against the hairy mouth that was so conveniently 
situated at the edge of the table beside her. 

Sandy patted Lois' cheek, turned to the goggling Paul, and said, "You can 
cum now. Right now!" 

At once he did, and Sandy smiled most contentedly at how his ejaculation 
immediately triggered the normal orgasmic response in her daughter. "Yes, I 
think she's going to be just fine now," she said to Paul. "I appreciate your 
help. Look after her for a little while while I run an errand. See that she 
gets a nap. Ill be back in an hour at most, and when I come back, be 
prepared to put on a demonstration of different positions with me for my 
little girl." 

She kissed them both and left them, returning to her cottage for a shower 
and a change into sporty street clothes. She walked the short distance to 
the clothing store where she'd met young William that day and fifteen 
minutes later she was turning into the Surfspray Motel again, pleased smile 
on her face, confident lilt to her stride. She went to apartment number 
seven and knocked twice before a wary eye appeared at the slightly opened 
door. The eye was green, surrounded by the black and blue contusion left by 
Paul's right hand. Sandy pushed her way in and Claire backed up, hands held 
before her. 

"Don't worry," said Sandy. "No harm's been done to my little girl, and I'm 
not going to hurt you." She looked at the luggage parked by the door and 
said, "You're leaving so soon?" 

"Time to go back to my own turf," Claire sadly said. 

"I'll want your phone number in the city," said Sandy. "Write it down before 
you leave. If you want to contact me you can do it here at the motel until 
Lois and I find an apartment. I've decided to move down here permanently. I 
even got a job already. I'll be working at the clothing store around the 
corner. The pay isn't bad, and there are certain fringe benefits I know I'll 
enjoy." 

Claire raised her eyebrows. "You work fast." 

Sandy looked at her watch. "Let's see if you can move fast. Let's see how 
fast you can unpack that lovely big dildo of yours." 


End
