Diane's Loving Daughters
by Sheela Dyan


FOREWORD 

Who has not heard the quote, "When Life Hands You A Lemon, Make Lemonade"? 

Life has many challenges, one of which is living alone. With today's high 
rate of divorce more and more people are living alone. Statistics show that 
one out of three marriages ends in divorce. 

A divorce can be an earth-shattering experience for many, while others 
manage to cope with the situation as it comes. With so many people living 
alone this is a challenge which must be met and dealt with. 

Back to the quote, no one should go down under as a result of divorce. Some 
do and never get over it. Others seem to go down the tube only to find they 
don't like it and climb back up to life and the living! They make lemonade 
out of the whole situation! 

Sexual frustration is one of the problems of divorce. After a person has 
been married for a length of time, sexual intercourse becomes habit, a set 
pattern, a very important part of life. What of that very important part of 
life, once the papers have been signed and the parties are free to do as 
they please? 

Frustration can set in ... and does. If the person abstains he or she 
becomes an irritated misfit. If sexual intercourse continues, with whom 
should it be, and with how many? And what about reputations and feelings of 
guilt? 

In this book, Diane's Loving Daughters, Diane is divorced. She has a sexual 
problem to cope with. How she copes and how she overcomes her problems may 
be of help to some. She has to change her very basic drives and emotions to 
survive in the realistic world of divorce, or she would be one of those 
frustrated, floundering women who do not know how to go on. Diane does go on 
and she does change old, staid habits and when she does, so do her two young 
daughters. .. and neighbors, too. Her experience has an effect on all the 
people who touch her life. 

Diane manages to adjust and make a happy way for herself. Where early in her 
freedom she did not want a husband, she changed to where she needed a man 
around ... and then changed again. She solved her problems in a very 
"giving" sort of way. Her idea was to make as many people happy as she 
could, and she does ... even to the happiness of her daughters. 

So Make Yourself Some Lemonade . .. And Drink It! Live! Love! Be Happy! 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Diane watched her young daughter's golden pussy bob provocatively against 
the older man's throbbing cock. Her eyes smoldered at the sight of the sweet 
child as she teased the older man with her tantalizingly lush crotch. 

If that didn't make Diane's crotch drizzle juice, the sight of her other 
daughter's naked body slithering up and down his back . .. sent Diane into 
rapture. Her body knew the heaven, the bliss of Ben's love .. . and she 
smiled as if it was her own body enjoying his prick, the stiffness of his 
rigid cock, the warmth of his uptight balls, his big hands, his naked, long 
body ... his magnificent broad shoulders. Oh, Ben was built well for his 
fifty years. He was in good shape and he had his construction job to thank 
for that. 

Diane was so engrossed in the frolicking of her two teenage daughters that 
she lost all track of time. She basked in the warm glow of knowing her two 
babies were loving it all, adoring his touches, craving more of his tough 
body . . . Diane watched in awe . .. 

Thirteen-year-old Debby licked her full lips, slid her tongue along her top 
lip, torturing the big man. 

She smiled seductively, her hips rotated barely touching his throbbing 
prick. She moved back and forth in front of the naked man bouncing her small 
titties, flicking her own small, pink, rosy nipples as she slithered to him, 
touched his flushed, burning body, and slipped away again to swivel her hips 
. .. inviting him inside her crotch. Her devilish grin teased the big man to 
such an emotional state, he was not sure just how long his rough cock could 
take this teasing, torturing treatment. 

Ben was paralyzed with delight as he stood shaking on his sturdy, hairy 
legs. His heart pounded harshly inside his chest walls. His blue eyes, which 
usually were sparkling bright now, had a glazed, dazed stare of lust... as 
his breath gasped, his body shook with heated passion. No man had ever had 
it so good! Two lovely, young, darling pussies just steaming for his 
rock-hard cock to slide inside ... waiting for his tongue to lick widespread 
slits, his teeth to nibble on rigid, erect clits . . . 

He felt his mouth water as he watched the young, well-shaped blonde slither 
against his strong body. He felt her stimulating heat against his belly, rub 
against his erect cock and the gentle smoothness of her nakedness drove him 
wild with lust! My God, she was delicious! Temptingly inviting his throbber 
to press into her snatch hair, rubbing her jutting titties to his bare, hot, 
sweaty chest! She took her small, slender hands and touched his mouth, 
teasing his mouth open with her fingers. She smiled as she felt his damp, 
hot tongue against her index finger. 

Ben's smoldering eyes held her sparkling blues in a trance, longing, craving 
her body and licking her fingers... up to the tips, down between her fingers 
as if he was sinking into the depths of her being .. . back up her fingers 
and dragging, sucking the sweet, delicate fingers into his mouth to eat part 
of her . .. now ... as he would eat the rest of her later. .. His big hand 
touched to her naked shoulder, melting at the fire he felt. His body 
shivered with passion. .. and he would have jumped her right then and there 
and shoved his hot cock up her sweet, tight twat.. . except that her sister 
was rubbing her naked body against his back, his flexed buns, his massive 
shoulders and her body felt equally demanding, inviting! 

Ben had a difficult time maintaining his posture as his head swam in the 
pleasure of knowing ... he would soon fuck the hell out of both the 
thirteen-year-old Debby and her sister... fourteen-year-old Donna, the lush 
pretty rubbing her damp snatch to his asshole. He wanted to hold off, to 
relish this moment in his life, to enjoy every touch, every wild, frantic 
feeling zooming through his quivering body. 

The young girl at his backside kissed down his sturdy, strong back and 
nuzzled hotly to his asscrack, licking into his split buns. She loved the 
warmth of his cheeks pressing against her feverish face as she pressed her 
young, sweet dark head into his rear, licking, lapping, nibbling into his 
butt. She snubbed her dainty pink tongue to his asshole and slobbered her 
hot spit around and around and around his asshole, pressing her feverish 
face to his ass cheeks. Her eyes closed in bliss, the rapture of the moment 
as her young, deft hands slid . . . one around his firm, flexed hip, and the 
other down between his legs and up to his full testicles, his rock-hard 
cock! 

"HHHHHMMMM, OOOOOHHHH, BABYYYYYY, THAT'S SOOOO GOOOD! LOVE IT! AAAAHHHHH, 
OOOEEEIII," he managed to whisper loudly as his pelvis started to bump his 
stiff cock to smack against his flat belly. His eyes closed at the touch of 
Donna's lovely warm hands to his testicles, stroking up and down the length 
of his thumping prick . .. 

"OHHHHH, MYYYYYYYY GOD!" he moaned, grasping the blonde young lady in front 
of him. ''LET ME HANG ONTO YOU... YOUR SISTER'S DRIVING ME NUTS! GODDAMN! 
UUMMPPHHH, GOD, HOW GOOOOOOOD!" 

The sisters were delighted to see his response. Oh, he always responded in a 
neat manner and the young girls were always pleased with this older man, old 
enough to be their daddy, but, oh, he didn't act like a daddy! He loved each 
of them in such a good way, his body, his tongue, his prick ... He made them 
both feel like they would explode with heat, soar over the moon and stars... 
hotly, torridly, like a fiery jet flame shooting from their asses ... oh, 
the two teenagers loved to drive this big, husky man over the brink and have 
him wallow in their crotches, lick into their tight twats, gulp in their cum 
juice . .. oh, the kids knew just exactly what they wanted ... and would 
surely get from the fucking man . .. 

Donna's hot little hands stroked his big prick up and down. Her breath was 
hot in his asscrack while her hands caressed up his stiff shaft to tug on 
his ever so tenderly soft foreskin, to pull it back from his glorious 
cockhead as she worked his prick from the back, and her blonde sister leaned 
to tip his precious cockhead with her wet; slobbery tongue. Donna worked his 
tight asshole with her tongue while her fingers joined her sister's at 
touching, fondling the big man's simmering testicles. Debby massaged his 
heavy balls sending the ovals inside the hot sacs of skin, skidding around 
inside, making her young heart skip a beat. .. she loved his hot rocks even 
when they dangled loosely between his legs. She had never felt any skin so 
soft, so warm, so velvety wonderful against her face as his dangling 
balls... oh, she adored his testicles! 

Debby took his saliva covered prickhead and rubbed the crown to her pink 
buds, around the darker pink circles of her breasts, wallowing in the warmth 
of his piercing prick ... leaning to coat his cockhead with more of her hot 
spit.. . rubbing his precious crown to her jutting breasts, back and forth, 
around and around her rigid nipples .. . and sinking his delicious cock into 
her mouth! While Donna held his cock from the back, headed his throbbing 
cock straight into her sister's craving, sucking mouth! 

Ben thrust his pelvis, swirled his hips, heaved obscenely at the 
thirteen-year-old's mouth and was rewarded by the engulfing, wrapping around 
of her tongue, her damp, soft mouth . .. and he shoved his cock in . .. 
retracted it almost out, belted in his shaft, pulled almost out, thrust his 
cockhead in, in, in ... while Donna held back his foreskin to send his 
tender, excited cockhead into Debby's hot, sucking mouth! 

His body shook wildly . . . hotly . .. shimming in, shaking out... his hands 
on the blonde, cascading hair of the young teenage girl sucking his cock. He 
opened his glazed blue eyes and watched his cock slide into her mouth, pull 
wetly, shiningly almost out... sending shivers of delight through his big 
body .. . watching her sweet, young face at his dark, hairy crotch, seeing 
her young, pink tongue go after his cock all the way down to the stump, 
seeing the sparkle of her saliva on his rigid post, feeling the heat of her 
face, the singe of her mouth on his cock! Too much glory for one man! Too 
much rapture, bliss, heaven! 

His body racked, shook, shivered as his eyes saw the young girl from his ass 
side slide her hands through his legs and tug gently on his nuts, pull a 
stroke on his shaft, touch his cockhead just barely inside her sister's 
steaming mouth, watch Donna's finger slide across his spitty cockhead in the 
slippery spit of the thirteen-year-old's sucking mouth! 

Both teenage girls worked his cock shaft, one with her mouth, the other with 
her delicate fingers. Both pulled and massaged his fully loaded nuts, both 
wallowed in the radiating heat of his pelvis, his hot cock, his scorching 
testicles. His penis never had it so good! 

His asshole puckered at the stabbing tongue trying to get inside! The heavy 
sounds of saliva, digging, squishing tongues, sucking on his cock . . . made 
him out of his head with frantic, erotic bliss and glory! 

His legs felt rubbery as he heaved his long, thickly veined cock into 
Debby's sucking mouth. On the retraction of his prick, his asshole was 
thrust full of Donna's stabbing little tongue! 

"My God, I can't lose!" he moaned hotly, thrusting, retracting, heaving, 
pulling. .. sticking his cock into Debby's mouth, feeling Donna's tongue up 
his rectum ... 

The big man was like so much putty, hot, melty, feeling the tingles of 
excitement shoot through his hefty body, being touched all over, touching 
the young girls' nipples, fingering into a tight, squishy twat, tasting 
snatch juice from his fingers only to shove his fingers back inside a juicy, 
silky, steaming snatch. He loved pussy juice, licked it from between his 
fingers and eagerly thrust his hand into a damp, squish, soft, warm crotch 
for more of the heavenly liquid . . . 

The girls followed his sinking body as he squatted on the floor, his thighs 
shook too much to hold him up. Debby was hot on his jerking cock with her 
wet mouth, sucking, nibbling, nipping at his cockhead while Donna slipped 
under his crouched position to feel his hot, scorching balls against her 
face, while her tongue lapped at his butt hole! Lapping, teasing, licking 
around and around his smoldering asshole, loving the taste of ass, wallowing 
in the heavy aroma of butt, basking in the heat of his spread crotch. Her 
arms hugged his thighs, his legs while her fingers touched his bottom, his 
ass, his legs ... all of him, even to up over her sister's head at his 
belly! He felt so warm, so good, so strong, so sexy ... every part of his 
body stimulated her into sexiness, and her young, sweet twat spasmed oozing 
juice. .. her clit throbbed impatiently for his touch, her crotch was wide 
open as she splayed her young, shapely legs and bounced her eager ass up and 
down on the floor! 

Donna's mouth was all over his bottom, kissing, nipping, nibbling. Her hands 
fondled the man's naked bottom, touching to the stump of his cock, feeling 
his heavy rocks, feeling into her sister's sucking mouth where his precious 
cockhead roasted ... 

Debby was down between his butterfly-bent knees with her face deep inside 
his crotch, sucking wildly on his penetrating cock! The child gulped happily 
as his cock touched the back of her mouth, banging to get down her tight 
throat! Her thick saliva lathered around his plunging prick and she tongued 
around his throbbing, thickly veined dick, loving the stiff shaft with her 
mouth, nibbling, wildly, frantically eating, slurping, sucking... making 
loud, slurping noises with her mouth. 

Her feverish, flushed face burrowed deeply into his musky crotch flaring her 
nostrils with his manly aroma. Her tongue whipped around his gouging prick, 
across his crownhead. HHHHMMMMM, THE TASTE OF HIS CREAMY LUBRICATION JUICES 
THRILLED HER YOUNG, QUIVERING BODY! 

Debby felt his big, rough hands on her small, hanging breasts, hot, 
pressing, caressing, tugging on her erect, rubbery nipples. Bolts of fiery 
heat blazed through her young, shaking body as she continued to moan her 
pleasure, burn with frantic lust, gulp into his crotch, feel his harsh pubic 
hair on her face, rubbing, making her face red with rash! 

Debby felt her body twitch, twinge with exuberant excitement. Her rigid 
little clit fluttered passionately and her rich, young, sweet juices 
trickled from her spasming twat. The odor of her womanliness thrilled Ben. 
He adored the fresh, young smell of a sweet, childish twat... Oh, he could 
bury his tanned face in the sweet pinkness of a velvety smooth snatchcrack 
for hours, licking, nipping, flicking his tongue across a spasming cuntal 
mouth, letting her cuntal spasms nibble on his damp, hot lips! 

His cock pounded like hell! His prickhead throbbed for release! His balls 
ached! His whole body trembled with passionate desire as he watched the 
young blonde keep her head between his legs. Her golden halo mixed with his 
dark pubic hair, the touch of her hot tongue on the very tip of his oozing 
cockhead .. . drove him crazy with lust for a fuck! 

The wild panting, the snorts of ecstasy, the heavy gasps for breath, the 
tingles, the touches, the pricks and plunges, the wisps of tongues in 
asshole and around his cock! Ben was going to have to spout his bliss! He 
felt the building of pressure in his stiff shaft! The pounds and beats of 
his demanding cock would not be stopped .. . his piss-hole leaked his 
dribbling juice into Debby's sucking, pulling, tugging mouth! 

"I'M GONNA CUUUMMMMM!" he sputtered madly. 

"NO, HOLD BACK! PLEASE... PLEASSEEE... HOLD BACK... I WANNA STICK YOUR COCK 
UP MY TWAT! DONT CUM!" Debby pleaded. 

Donna's face was hot, sweaty wet with perspiration as she gobbled into his 
asshole, slipped him the tongue to his butt. She wanted his precious cock, 
too! 

The heated flame of passion engulfed the three of them as they rolled on the 
floor, slurping, nipping all over, titties, cock, and Donna felt the heat of 
his face at her brown, curly snatch hair. Her pussy was electrified with 
happiness! 

"UUUUHHHHH, MY GOD . .." the youngster moaned, turning her head side to 
side, melting in passion. 

The youngster with the swirl of brown, soft curls lay in a flustered heap on 
the floor with the big man's nose bobbing in her super-soft pussy. She could 
not move, she was so hypnotized by his touch. The lovely, delicious touch of 
his hot, burning tongue in her snatchcrack was excruciating pleasure. Her 
rigid, little clit stood up and trembled with excitement as she lay. .. in 
expectant pleasure ... waiting for her passion to subside enough for her to 
feel the luscious heat of his tongue flat in her twat slit, quietly sliding 
over her pussy hole. She thought she would die of pleasure right there! 

The tender, gentle touch of his hot tongue to her spasming cunt was almost 
more pleasure than she could bare! The sweet sounds of his saliva squishing 
with her oozing lubrication juice was almost intolerable joy! His hot breath 
seeping up her vaginal tunnel thrilled the child! Such joyful splendor could 
not be described! The heat that rippled through her fourteen-year-old 
body... spreading like wildfire to make her tremble and prickle with exotic 
smolders of passion . .. The child was a blazing mass of sweet flesh loving 
Ben's torridly hot, handsome face in her pussy. Oh, to find such heavenly 
bliss with a man ... EXQUISITE JOY! 

The child could not move! She had to love, to enjoy, to be aware of every 
movement of his tongue, each tiny wisp of pleasure that trickled through her 
vibrating clit to zoom full force into frantic passion! 

Oh! The heat! The raging inferno blazing in the lower part of her flat 
belly, the uncontrollable desires, the cravings, the mounting prickles of an 
oncoming orgasm ... 

The child grasped Ben's dark head, clutched her intertwining fingers as her 
flood of orgasm gushed from her sputtering, spasming twat to be gulped in by 
this man .. . and she lay, experiencing every twinge, every nerve gripping 
feeling of her soft flowing cum .. . The black haired man between her legs 
sucked in all of her sweet, delectable juice and savored the taste of her 
luscious cream. She heard the gentle sucking noises in her pussy, felt the 
sweetness of his cunt-fucking tongue, the blazing fire of his face wallowing 
in her snatchcrack ... 

"OOOOHHHHH, EEIIKKHHH!" she shrieked, doubling in sheer ecstasy. "I LOVE IT! 
YOUR MOUTH! MY GOD! HEAVEN!" 

"I want you to love it, all of it... just like your sister is loving my cock 
stuck into her pussy hole, sweet pussy, tight, softly flexing muscles 
hugging, caressing my cock, squeezing sweetly ... I WANT YOU GIRLS TO HAVE 
IT ALL! THE PLEASURE! THE JOYS OF FUCKING! EVERY LAST BIT OF THRILLING 
EXCITEMENT AND JOY! THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO GIVE YOU . .. LOVE ... LOVE OF SEX 
.. . JOYS OF BEING WOMEN. .. TAKING A COCK AND SUCKING IT DRY, FUCKING THE 
CUM OUT OF MY PRICK . . . OOOOOHHHH GOD, DEBBY, YOUR LITTLE TWAT'S SO HOT 
... SO TIGHT! 

"I GOTTA CUMMMMMMM, CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE! GOTTA GIVE YOU THE JUICE!" he 
mumbled into Donna's smoldering, lathered bottom. 

Debby felt his rigid cock grinding, grinding into her tight pussy. She felt 
the heavy throbs, the beats, the fierce pulsations of his manly cock up 
inside her snatch. Her legs wrapped around his pelvis hugging him into her 
slippery, oozing slit. She heard his balls wetly slapping into her magnified 
a thousand times by the blissful feeling in her dizzy head. She loved the 
wet, sucking noises his cock made as it thrust harshly into her clasping 
twat and gently, remorselessly dragged almost out... and then the pushing, 
compulsive grinding in of his throbbing prick. 

Debby could not stand the ecstasy of his fuck! 

Her arms grabbed for his body and got his shoulder to claw! Her hips thrust 
and pounded against his prick as it fucked in, ground in, swirled around, 
stabbing, jerking, sputtering a gush of thick, juicy cum! 

Debby was right with him in her orgasm, jerking, sputtering her lush cum all 
over his fuck stick! She tried to clutch his whole being to her naked, 
bouncing breasts but his face was still in her sister's widely splayed 
crotch with his tongue licking, licking, tormenting Donna's fluttering clit. 

Oh, the joys of the three as they lay in puddles of hot cum. His testicles 
were laden with sprayed cum, getting soft and soggy and velvety sticky. His 
cock was limp in the thirteen-year-old's slippery, sloshy twat as he groaned 
hotly into the fourteen-year-old's steaming trench! 

He moaned passionately one hand on Debby's sweet breast and the other 
fingering Donna's lush tittie. He had never known such heavenly rapture. 

Most men dream of fucking and satisfying two women at the same time, but 
most men had not done it... Ben had! And his women were young, so very young 
and lush, sweet, darling children . .. because that's all they were ... 
babies. 

Diane stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching her neighbor man in 
complete bliss, knowing her two darling daughters had had the very best cock 
around. Her own finger was in her twat pumping a finger fuck to herself, 
loving the spasming of her own twat, the tight clamping of her vaginal 
opening. She stopped fingering her twat only long enough to taste of her own 
womanly juices ... she loved her own lubrication juices . .. HHHHMMMMM. 

Diane thrust her fingers back into her hole and could remember only too well 
when a finger fuck had been disgusting to her, not anymore! She gave herself 
hours of pleasure with her own hands. She could remember when Ben had been 
her love and she had had to have him at any cost! 

The cost was that he fuck her two daughters! 

She had fought it for so long, where had it all started? A long time ago. 
She had gotten so demanding of his cock that she had to let him fuck her two 
teenage daughters so that he would give her the bonus of a terrific fuck to 
her own hole ... after he had fucked her girls. Just as well, by the time 
Diane got his penis he could hold a hard-on for the longest time, he could 
swallow all her juices. .. 

Why did she ever let him fuck her girls? Why did she get into this position 
of being last on his list for fucking? Was it because she had first fucked 
his teenage son? Ben did have her over a barrel on that one. If Diane had 
not let him fuck her girls, Ben could have pressed charges against her for 
fucking his seventeen-year-old son ... only who would believe it? 

Diane would not change a bit of what had happened over the last few months. 
She would not deny her two daughters the joys of fucking the best cock 
around nor would she deny herself the last of his cock, the best of his 
cock, the strength which went on and on and on with his lasting hard-on ... 

Diane had a good life. She had her freedom. Some of the guys fucked her from 
the male nude bar, some friends fucked her .. . but, best of all she got 
fucked regularly by Ben! 

His son wasn't too shabby, either ... 

She felt all glowy and warm as she remembered back to when she had been in a 
constant state of horniness, constantly frustrated, constantly on the prowl 
for a cock .. . and never satisfied . .. until she herself had put down all 
restrictions of age, sex, manipulators . .. and gotten to the point of 
loving sex no matter how it was or with whom ... nurses, daughters, 
neighbors, boys ... whatever ... fucking was fun! She loved it all! 

She slipped a juicy finger into her mouth and licked her own lubrication 
juices off of it, looked at her two sweet daughters sprawled on the floor 
with her lover, for she was next and could hardly wait... and she remembered 
back when ... way back when she was soooooo horny! 

CHAPTER TWO 

/ swear to God, I'm gonna fuck the next thing in pants that walks through 
that door! Diane said forcefully to herself. 

She had one very bad case of the hornies, complicated by the fact that she 
was lonely, frustrated, unloved ... above all, ALONE! 

The plump lady in her forty-second year of life had never been so ungodly 
horny in her life. Oh, she had been horny, yes! Many times, but never as hot 
to fuck as she was right now. She simply had to fuck. She could not bare to 
think of giving herself another hand job, and the idea of sticking a banana 
up her crotch hole nauseated her. SHE WANTED A MAN AND A MAN'S COCK! 
Besides, she always felt even more unloved, more desolate, absolutely 
ridiculous when she felt herself up. There was something so humiliating to 
have to reach a cum like that. Especially when there were so many horny men 
running around the streets . .. only right now she was fresh out of 
contacts. SHE WAS REALLY ALONE! 

Usually she managed to keep on friendly terms with a couple of guys for the 
sheer purpose of a friendly fuck every now and then. A single woman needs 
the kind of friends who will drop in, on call, and rescue her from the 
loneliness, the intolerable frustration of being horny. When she called her 
friends she did not need to ask for a fuck, each one just KNEW! 

That is also very humiliating. TO HAVE TO ASK A GUY IF HE'LL FUCK! THAT IS 
THE PITS! 

Only right now she was going to have to ask some guy, any guy, the first guy 
who walked into her mobile home, if he would fuck her and get her out of 
this very horny condition. If he refused, she would die of mortification. If 
he accepted, it would not be a satisfactory fuck. The first fuck never was. 
Seemed she had to train them her way and a lot of guys didn't want to go 
down on her . .. and that was what she HAD TO HAVE! 

Diane paced the floor and could smell her leaking crotch. She felt the 
anxious quiver in her trench, her wet pants. She ran her fingers through her 
short, curly, dark hair in wild frustration. Her eyes were sexually glazed 
even though she did not have a cock ... yet. She would have, she had to have 
a cock! 

God! Why did she let herself get in this condition? She was getting tired of 
it all. She was not a spring chicken on the prowl, she did not like to go 
prowling, cruising. She was tired. She had played the game of happy divorcee 
long enough. She had fucked enough cocks to last her forever. Now all she 
craved was one cock to last her forever. 

Diane wanted to get married! 

Only right now, she had to fuck! NOW! RIGHT NOW! SHE HAD TO HAVE A COCK! 
WHERE WAS SHE GOING TO FIND A COCK! ANY COCK! HER EMOTIONS FLARED, SOARED, 
ZOOMED TO THE MOON! HER TRENCH WAS LATHERED WITH LUST JUICE, SHE HAD TO 
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! 

Diane racked her brain to think of somebody, anybody she could call over to 
her mobile home to fuck her oozing pussy. God, there had to be somebody! She 
didn't care if the guy was young or old, married or single ... just as long 
as he could get it up! She had to have a rough, hard cock up her leaking 
snatch! Shit! There were men all around her in the mobile home court. She 
knew all men were horny! But, just to call up one and ask him to come over 
and fuck? 

Ahhhhhh! She knew one guy! Much younger than herself and slightly AC-DC, but 
for money? The seventeen-year-old stud would do anything, probably fuck his 
own mother! He was the one! It was a little demoralizing to have to pay for 
a fuck, but this guy needed money and she had some, so he was a sure thing. 

Diane had known him for years even before he was sort of gay. She had known 
him since he was a child and he had been a beautiful little boy. Now at 
seventeen handsome years, it was an utter shame to waste that huge prick on 
other guys, but he did. 

She dialed Ted. 

He answered. 

"Hi, you want to come over for a minute? I've got a new dress and I want to 
see what you think of it. I know you have exquisite taste in clothes. Will 
you?" she asked. 

Ted said he would, just as soon as he finished doing his mother's hair. He 
hung up. 

Hell, by that time Diane would have cum in her nylon panties. Shit! 

She took a quick shower. Her dark hair was sparkled with water droplets, 
even her pussy hair. She looked in the mirror. Big tits with soft pink 
nipples. Her pudgy body was still unmarred by scars of operations, so her 
flesh was smooth, warm, and soft to her own touch. Her hips were broad and 
roomy with her dark, damp pussy hair in the lower center ... and between her 
legs was her hot, steaming land of paradise. 

Oh God, how she needed a lust-hardened cock .. . NOW! She knew he had a 
young hard cock since she had experienced his cock up her twat two years 
before when he was still interested in women. He had been stoned one night 
and had wanted to make out and had jumped her. It had been quite a surprise 
to Diane and, as it turned out, a pleasant one. 

Now, she slipped into a muu-muu and ran her fingers through her short, dark 
hair. She dashed on a splash of her most seductive perfume and heard the 
door next door slam. She knew that young Ted was on his way over. Her heart 
skipped a beat in heated excitement. 

Her sliding glass door opened without a knock as it had so many times before 
when Ted came over. He felt as much at home at Diane's as he did in his own 
mobile home. .. rather, his parents' mobile home. 

"Hi, bitch. What's new?" he asked, sitting on her furry furniture. 

"Nothin' much. I have a problem, though, and if you want to, you can help me 
with it," Diane said. 

"Any money involved in it? Hey, can I have a cigarette? I don't have any and 
the old lady's on a binge and won't buy me any," he said, reaching for her 
pack on the blue glass coffee table. 

Diane watched his fingers remove a cigarette from her pack. He used his own 
glossy lighter to flick a light. The smoke came out of his handsome, 
mustached mouth and circled his head. He held his cigarette delicately while 
he crossed his well shaped legs. His brown eyes were so dark they seemed 
like coals burning in his sockets. He waited, which was unusual, because he 
usually had lots to say, important and otherwise and he usually got her to 
laughing at his sense of humor. 

Diane was not intimidated at all when he was around. He was almost like her 
own son ... child. For he was excellent company even if he did have odd 
choices for bed partners. How well she remembered the night he had run 
across his living room to plop his body on top of hers and say quite 
brazenly, "I wanna make out!" He had been fifteen and a loner. That was two 
long years ago when she was celebrating her fortieth birthday. She had been 
startled beyond words to have such a young and handsome boy interested in 
her body ... or his release. She had fought it since he was drunk, now she 
knew he had been on dope, but two years ago she had not known. Still, she 
had struggled and lost. The feeling of his young, sturdy shaft still brought 
tingles to her body! Now it was her. She wanted to make out. Two years had 
brought quite a change to his sexual tendencies. She wasn't sure if he would 
fuck her ... but she did have money and he could not afford a pack of 
cigarettes. She might as well ask him. 

"Ted, I'm horny. Will you go to bed with me?" she asked flatly. 

"You know better than that," he said, puffing on his cigarette, holding it 
in his fingers. 

"I also know that you said for money you would fuck a woman. I have money," 
she said, noticing the tight fit on his Levi's. God, he was built. 

"How much money?" he asked looking her straight in the eyes. 

"How much do you want? And for how long a time? My girls won't be home for 
quite a while and I don't want an on-and-off deal, I want the foreplay, the 
orgasm, the hugging and kissing, the whole thing. What's your price?" 

"Hell, I don't know. In L.A. I can make pretty good money on Selma Street. 
You're a friend. I don't know what to charge you. Hell, I don't even wanna 
fuck you." 

"Can you get a hard-on?" she asked, feeling her crotch get sloppy. 

"I was born with a hard-on. Of course, I can get a hard-on," he answered, 
standing up and walking to the kitchen of her mobile home. 

As he walked, Diane noticed his slender waist, his broad shoulders, his 
small buns. She knew he worked at being well built. He was always talking 
about his shape, just like a woman. He was concerned about his weight, his 
clothes, his general appearance and Diane wondered if he competed for the 
attention of a man just as she would. He was so young, so immaculate, so 
neat... She could not imagine his rigid cock up the asshole of another guy 
or his handsome face down on a guy's cock. Nauseating. 

Right now, she could very well imagine that cock of his in her steaming 
snatch, beating, throbbing, pounding. That's the way it should be. A man's 
hard cock in a woman's twat... only that was not right for him and she knew 
it. If he did turn her down it was not because she did not meet with his 
approval. The simple reason would be that she was a woman. Plain and simple. 

"What do you get on Selma Street?" she asked. 

"Depends. I size up the guy, the car, whether it's his place or mine," Ted 
said, turning to look at the frustrated woman whom he thought of as almost a 
mother. She had lived next door to him and his family for years. 

"Ted, you know I don't have much money. I've got the girls to support and 
this mobile home to pay the rent on. I'm just so damned horny ... please . 
.. help me ... you know how it is," she begged. 

Ted came over to Diane, sat beside her on the couch and took her in his arms 
to cuddle her against his warm body. To him, he might as well be holding and 
soothing his own mother. 

To her, he was a God-send. Young, strong, warm, delicious smelling, 
handsome, too handsome and too young for her, but he was broke, a friend, 
and so sweet and understanding of her problems. 

She knew him to be supersensitive, just a darling person. It was a shame he 
was gay. He was looked down on by his family even though they continued to 
support him and pamper his whims. He was just an excellent person, more 
pliable when he was on something, but right now he was straight and he might 
not fuck her. 

Diane started to unbutton his tight pants. She knew there was no way he 
would hurt her feelings, he was too nice a person for that. He could not 
bear to have unpleasant feelings with her or anybody. She had seen him cry 
over a misunderstanding too many times. He would do anything to help anybody 
if he could and she did need help now! He was also too much of gentleman to 
haggle prices with her. He probably wouldn't even charge her if his mother 
would come across with cigarette money. He let her unbutton his super tight 
pants and observe his hairy pelvis. 

"Come on, let's go to your bed," he said softly, taking her hand ever so 
gently. 

Diane went with him down the long hallway to her bedroom which they both 
knew so well. She had slept there for years and he had helped her decorate 
it. He had excellent taste in fabrics, colors, and decor. Diane's favorite 
color was red, thus the room was done in that color. Furry, red spread on 
her queen-size bed, furry shag carpeting, roses all over the sheets, red 
velvet drapes. The only other color in the room was the furniture which was 
done in antique white with touches of gold. There were mirrors all over the 
room and the ceiling was one large mirror to reflect any and all activities 
in the spacious room. 

The bathroom off the bedroom was done in pure white, tub, toilet, shower, 
sink, walls which were not mirrored, but once again the mirrors outdid the 
wall space. The faucets were gold. 

In both the bedroom and the bath, one could see a naked body from all 
angles-front, back, side, and top. The bedroom as well as her whole mobile 
home was done under the supervision of her gay friend Ted. It was done to 
perfection and appeared rich and comfortable though she had not spent all 
that much money because he knew fabrics well. Also, he had a friend in the 
fabric store who gave him discounts, so Diane could appear wealthy and 
luxurious while she was not. 

Once in the bedroom, Diane sat on the furry spread and watched the young man 
slip out of his pants to expose the most magnificent sex organ she had ever 
seen. What a waste for him to shove that gorgeous cock up some guy's 
asshole. God, if she had the money she would buy him and keep him forever! 
She would be one of the rich bitches who went around town escorted by a 
young stud, handsome young buck, and be the envy of every woman in the 
crowd. She loved Ted very much, not husband-wife love, not even mother-son 
love, just love for a handsome, young, beautiful stud who was tender, sweet, 
considerate, loving, gentle ... She could put him on her mantel like a toy 
and have him perform for her whenever she wanted, flaunt him, fuck him, 
laugh with him ... but she did not have a mantel and she could not afford to 
keep him. His jewelry alone would bankrupt her, let alone his clothes, his 
stylish haircuts at twenty-five dollars a throw, no, she could not own this 
beautiful, gay person. For if she could, he would not be happy. If he 
belonged to her and she found him in bed, sucking off another guy's cock, 
she would throw up. No, Ted was a faggot and only fucking her because he 
knew the gnawing pain in the gut of being without a fuck. He was just being 
super nice to an old friend, sweet and kind like he always was. 

Diane could hardly believe the hugeness of his oversize cock which was smack 
up against his hairy belly. She watched him remove his shirt and carefully 
fold it and place it over the back of her red velvet chair. 

His Body! Beautiful! Tall, slender, well proportioned, slender waist, big, 
big, huge cock! It's crownhead was perfect, soft, smooth, absolutely the 
most wonderful cock she had ever seen! His testicles were full, bloated to 
exquisite oval shape and up snug to the stump of his luscious, throbbing 
cock! God! What a cock! The tilted mushroom cockhead was beautiful! His 
thick stem with the heavy blue veins throbbing, pounding, urgent with desire 
and release! She loved his thick, coarse pubic hair with the reddish tint 
which surrounded his precious penis and testicles. 

"Oh! My God!" Diane uttered in disbelief. 

"Yeah, you never did actually see my cock that night, did you?" he grinned. 

"No, but I felt it banging in and up to my belly. God, Ted, you are really 
built! Jesus, are you ever hung!" she whispered, ogling the young man's 
cock. 

Ted was proud of his cock and walked jauntily around the room, showing off, 
watching his cock grow in length even more, watching the jiggle of his 
testicles, loving his cock, knowing he was good, knowing he was well hung, 
knowing he had one of the finest cocks around . .. except maybe for that 
black cock he had seen and fucked with down town. 

For being a faggot, Ted knew just how to flick the snaps on Diane's bra so 
that her big, full titties were unleashed in the twinkling of an eye. His 
hands that were so soft and tender, kept that way by laborious hours of 
creaming them, quickly and deftly slipped off her muu-muu like they had done 
it for years and years. But, then, of course, he had been heterosexual and 
bisexual before he had settled on being a homosexual. So the young man of 
seventeen, who was a walking, talking sex bomb, was used to all sorts of 
clothes to remove. Then, too, some of his boyfriends went in drag which 
might explain his agility in disrobing Diane. 

She simmered, smoldered in stifling heat at the young man's touch. She was 
gently laid back on her roses after he had pulled down the fur spread. No 
sense in getting cum juice all over the lovely, furry spread. Ted had his 
senses about him since he was not really that turned on about fucking his 
neighbor lady. 

Diane loved his soft, easy touch to her full, jutting titties, his hot mouth 
on her nipples, nipping, tugging, tormenting her already frenzied body to 
sizzle and steam. She ran her fingers through his long, well cut hair and 
adored the wonderful feel of softness. 

She pulled his young face up to hers and her smoldering eyes looked deeply 
into his. She wanted to say so much to the young man, but just looking at 
his beautiful boyishness was too much. His high cheek bones, his dark, dark 
eyes, his halo of beautiful hair with the fiery highlights, his straight 
features, his perfect teeth when he smiled ... and that smile singed through 
her body like wild fire, urging her twat to stronger spasms, to more 
gurgling juices. God, he was a beautiful specimen of young manhood. Such a 
shame he wasted it on men. God, Diane would love to own him, possess him, to 
MAKE him love women ... not just tolerate fucking her. 

Even so, he was the best fuck she had ever felt! 

The way his soft, smooth hands caressed her eager body, his sweet, engulfing 
kisses, his stabbing tongue, his strong arms as they held her close to his 
hairy chest, and finally his cock, his precious cockhead snubbed to her 
widespread snatch. 

Diane slithered and squealed with delight at the burning feeling at her 
quivering vaginal opening. Her spasming muscles made her vaginal mouth spasm 
and nibble on his super-gigantic cockhead as it rested hotly... just before 
penetration . .. pressed to her vaginal mouth. 

The youth snorted his heat of passion against her breasts. Oh, he did love 
full, huge mounds of tit flesh with the rosy nipples so rigid and rubbery. 
His big, warm hands cuddled her breasts together while he buried his flushed 
face in the deep cleavage of her full, warm, creamy titties. His breath was 
heavy, he snorted his passion into the torrid trench which was mounded on 
both sides by her soft flesh. He pushed her breasts to his face on either 
side of his feverish cheeks and moaned softly. His thumbs flicked the rigid 
nipples while he snorted his passion between her breasts. 

She felt his pulsating cockhead right at her snatch opening, quivering, 
beating, throbbing. Oh, she had to have his young, harsh, heavy, huge cock 
pumped up inside her steaming, bubbling, gurgling twat! Her hands were on 
his head, slipped to his broad, slender shoulders, down his back to feel his 
rounded buns. God, he was built! 

Her fingers slipped into his asscrack to feel his tightly puckered asshole. 
Her fingernails prodded, scratching at his tight asshole, urging him to sink 
his pulsating cock deeply into her wet, dribbling cunt. Her face was 
flushed, feverish, sweaty. Her heart pumped a mile a minute. Her body was 
electrically charged, ready for a gigantic explosion ... if ... he pushed .. 
. His big cock in! Oh God, he had to! 

"FUCK ME. . . STICK YOUR COCK IN ME! PENETRATE! FUCK ME! I CANT WAIT ANY 
LONGER! FUCK ME!!" she screamed hysterically. 

Obediently the youth gave a hearty grunt, thrust and wham! His big, bulging, 
throbbing, beating cock slid into her soft, silky, damp cunt! 

It was like heaven had opened her doors and welcomed in the stiffest, 
hardest prick ever! Gently he started sawing in and out of her slobbering, 
boiling snatch. In with all the power of a bulldozer, nearly out, as if he 
regretted having to pull back to his swollen cockhead, and then he slammed 
his rigidly pulsating cock right back up her slippery, scorching, clasping 
tube until he banged ruthlessly at her womb! 

"OOOOHHHHH, UUUUMMMMM. EEEIIIOOO, THAT'S SO GOOOOOOOD! YOUR COCK'S SO 
OOOOOOO HOOOOOOOT, SOOOOOOOO HARD! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! KEEP YOUR COCK UP 
INSIDE MEEE! I LOVE YOUR PRECIOUS PRICK! UUUUMMMMM..." Diane moaned, 
squirming to get all of his long cock inside her warm body. 

She adored the rubbing of his testicles in her oozing, trickling juices. She 
felt his heat steaming from his hot rocks as they rubbed friction into her 
snatchcrack! Rubbing heat, wallowing in her woman juices, making loud, 
slapping noises in her trench with his swinging balls .. . lovely, 
delicious, heavenly! 

His cock had her used vaginal hole so stretched she could not spasm around 
his stabbing, thrusting prick, only lay there in the missionary position and 
let him fuck the living hell out of her dribbling cunt and loving it, 
adoring it, relishing it.. . not being able to live without it! The 
tremendousness of his gigantic cock scorched into her slobbering snatch, 
pulling her hole apart, stretching her vaginal mouth, and banging full, 
throbbing length up her weeping, crying tube! 

She felt his thick mat of pubic hair and the heavy stump of his penetrating 
cock rub against her fluttering clit, massaging, tormenting, firing up every 
wild, frantic emotion she had! The young man pumped and humped her 
slobbering, slippery twat, grunting his lust, his passion, his urgency! 

Her hands slipped to his flexed buns and pulled him in still further, and 
knew he must be fucking her navel and fully expected his shiny cockhead to 
emerge out of her mouth at any moment! She swiveled her hips slightly, she 
could do no more than that. His cock was so massively huge it was all she 
could manage to move at all! Such a cock! Big! Long! Throbbing so hard her 
whole bottom felt like it was right in beat with his pulsating rock-hard 
cock! Her juices lathered his prick as he jack-hammered it in, in, in! Even 
her juices thick as they were, didn't help her stretched skin! He might 
split her wide open! At this point she didn't give a damn! 

She demanded more and more of his rough fucking, more and more of his hands 
pushing on her tits, his mouth nipping and tugging roughly on her nipples. 

She was wildly frantic... outlandishly passionate .. . freaked out on his 
stabbing cock . .. hysterical! 

Her head swam dizzily in rapture as he pumped his cock into her, riding her 
with all the vigor and force he could muster up! Her tits swayed as his hips 
belted into her spread, slippery slit and forced his long, thick cock up, 
up, up! 

Her feet were flat on the bed. Her legs pushed her pussy up, up, up to meet 
his every fierce thrust of belting cock! She cried hysterically, clutched 
wildly at his hair, his shoulders, his flexed asscheeks! Diane was so far 
into sexual oblivion, so deeply into ecstasy, so far out of reality, she had 
to have more! More! More! 

Ted had enough cock to satisfy anybody. .. except Diane. He could rip her 
apart with his mighty prick and she still wouldn't be satisfied! 

Diane was sexually starved! Anything the youth would do to her, hurt her, 
hit her . .. anything was all right with her! Her erratic movements, her 
floundering arms, her grasping fingers, her humping hips, her widely 
stretched cunt.. . demanded more and more and more of his cock! 

Diane cried! Screamed hysterically! Moved erratically! Clutched! Clawed! Bit 
into his shoulder! 

"My God! My God!" she wept, unsatisfied, yet her emotions were so high, she 
was so on fire with passion, her tension was pitched way up! 

Her fiery clit sparked in the slippery juices lathering her cunt crack, her 
pussy was sopping, her vaginal mouth gulped for more and more of his thick, 
pounding penetrating prick ... 

Diane was pitched over the moon while stars whizzed across her closed 
eyelids, her body tingled with feverish excitement! 

She was up! Up! Up! In a sky of wild, soaring, flying lust! 

Then came the moment. .. Her clit tingled! Her cunt clutched as best it 
could! She held her breath to savor this moment of extreme bliss .. . 
heavenly rapture .. . her oneness with her young lover ... and wham!! 

Diane's hips slithered to the sheet and all hell broke loose in her cunt! 
Gushes of cum trickled down the sides of the jerking, pulsating prick ... 
She had her orgasm ... on and on ... more jism than ever before. .. gushes 
of thick, creamy jism... blasts of hot, steaming cum bubbled around Ted's 
hard cock as he ground around and around inside her torridly hot tunnel. She 
loved it, his slender hips banging first one thigh and then the other, while 
his thick, blood-engorged cock ground around and in, around and into her 
lush, juicy cunt! 

She was speechless in her ecstasy! Nothing. .. nothing had ever felt so good 
as her young neighbor's cock, rotating, grinding, stabbing into her cumming 
twat! She could not even manage a groan of happiness. 

Diane lay limp and squishy, feeling absolutely fulfilled, blissful, happy, 
feeling every throb of Ted's strong cock, his every gyration, his every 
grinding movement, his hot balls rubbing into the slush of her cuntcrack and 
knowing she had been well fucked . .. even if he was gay. He was the best 
damned screw she had ever had ... and she'd had a few in her forty-two 
years, but none so good as when this young guy screwed in his cock and 
pumped a fuck to her hole. She lay with her arms outstretched carefully 
noting the exquisite feeling of his fierce grinding, stabbing, thrusting and 
back to grinding ... grinding ... grinding, in his pulsating cock. 

Oh, heavens, such power behind each violent heave of young, sturdy cock! 
Such bliss, such . .. such throbs of urgency ... and the splutter of his 
hot, young cum . .. blast after blast after blast... rich . .. juicy ... 
thick ... streams of jetting cream mixing with hers. .. leaking down his 
slippery, shiny, glisteny cock and out of her sloppy warm, squishy vagina! 

She felt his young body collapse on hers and together they moaned happiness 
and bliss. 

"My God, Ted. Why are you gay? Jesus Christ, you fuck better than anyone I 
know. Can't you get your shit together and go straight? Jesus!" 

"I only did it for you . .. Nobody else," he said, dragging himself to a 
sitting position between her wide-spread legs. "You know, there's nothing 
uglier than a twat. I don't mean to be mean, but really ... a dark hole ... 
ugly, you know? 

"I know how to make my cock ten inches long," he boasted. 

"How?" Diane asked, feeling badly because he didn't rave about her cunt. 
"Fold it in half .. ." 

They rolled in each other's arms and laughed and laughed. 

Diane felt a pang in her heart even though she laughed with young Ted. She 
had two lovely daughters who would someday get married. If only they could 
find somebody like Ted, only not gay, she would be so happy. He was such a 
nice person, beautiful person and a tremendous fuck! 

CHAPTER THREE 

Diane felt the painful gnawing in her gut almost as soon as young Ted banged 
out of her front door. She was alone again! The quiet desperation seeped 
into her heart. Alone! Always alone! Alone! 

She flipped her naked body over onto her belly and loved the hot, simmering 
leaks of his fresh, young cum as it oozed out of her torridly hot twat. 
Great feeling! Her crotch reeked of her lush flood of his and her jism all 
mixed up, creamy, lathering her steaming crotch. Diane jammed her pelvis 
harshly against the soft sheets, and with her eyes closed she could almost 
relive the joy she had just experienced. Her hips rolled and ground into the 
freshness of her bed. She had to remember this moment for a long, long time. 
She never knew when she would have a dry spell and be completely without a 
fuck. God, how devastating! 

She felt like she walked a tight rope, always precariously close to falling 
into sexual nothingness ... never another fuck, never another hot hand to 
hold her breasts, never being able to feel a stiff shaft up her hot twat .. 
. Oh, she hated never knowing! Some women liked the challenge of being free 
and scouting their sexual mate for the night, whenever or wherever they 
chose, but not Diane! She had been through it all. .. the bars, the drinks, 
the coy flirtations, the teasing and tormenting of a guy ... She was sick of 
it all! 

Diane craved sexual security and the only way she knew how to get it was 
through marriage and have the cock she so craved right in bed with her for 
her selfish pleasure ... all the time! 

Diane made her mental notes in her head. She would marry! She would marry 
just as soon as she could! No more lonely nights! No more horny dreams, no 
more being alone! She would marry! She would not humiliate herself again by 
asking for a fuck or paying for a cock to make her swelter in her own sweat 
and juices. No! Never again! Her single days were numbered! 

She had had it! The tormenting loneliness, the torturing madness of crying 
herself to sleep on lonely nights, the teasing of her wet dreams. It was all 
over. She had to own a cock, possess her very own lover. No longer could she 
keep fucking in the prospective of a one-night affair, a once in a life time 
shot, buying her neighbor's young cock. She had to love and fuck and love 
and fuck. Nothing else would satisfy her deep pitted loneliness, her aching 
frustrations, her desperate pain of being alone. 

Oh, sure, she had heard guys say it was terrible to be alone and just 
looking at four walls. They said she wasn't alone because she had her two 
lovely daughters. THEY LIED! She was just as lonely as if she did not have 
her two daughters because she did not feel like curling up to one of them or 
going down on her young, sweet daughters. They did not satisfy mama sexually 
. .. as a matter of fact they threw a definite cramp into her style. She did 
not want to lower herself in her daughters' eyes by bringing home a 
different fucker every time she went out. That she would not do! She would 
set a good and decent example for her girls. No man would ever ruin her 
reputation or make her feel like a slut in front of her young girls. 

They were at a very impressionable age, fourteen and thirteen. No way was 
Diane going to bring men into her bedroom and try to explain her way out of 
it. Walls in a mobile home are paper thin and if she ever did bring home a 
guy, God, her girls could hear every groan, each slurp of good cum juice, 
the sucking noises that Diane so loved. She could just imagine herself the 
morning after-red faced, whisker rubbed, hickies . .. that was not what she 
wanted for herself or her daughters! 

The only way out of her sexual starvation was to get married. 

She did not know anybody offhand to marry and she seemed to be out of 
connections with the single set running around town. She would have to get 
her ass in gear and make some contacts that might mature into something like 
marriage. She did not care to invite her gay neighbor over all the time 
since her twat was not all that interesting to him. 

She could not stand loneliness anymore! She simply could not tolerate this 
tight rope walking, the never knowing, the terrible urges that went 
unsatisfied, the horror of trying to sleep when her crotch screamed for a 
hot, burning cock! 

She did not need a man for any purpose other than being her private stud, 
making her exquisitely happy, banging the hell out of her snatch! 

Financially she was secure. Her husband was an ass but he did give her money 
even though the courts did not demand it. He was just a good man with a 
conscience that would not quit. She was his responsibility and he paid 
through the nose ... all on his own. Diane thought that was really nice of 
him. 

Actually she hated his guts. .. except for the money he sent her and the 
girls every month. That she adored in the man .. . and that was all! Got to 
keep the money coming in. 

Sex. That was a problem! She could never get enough of it! She had to be 
fucked, licked, loved! 

Diane lay on the bed wallowing in the puddle of cum juice that matted her 
silky pussy. Her eyes were closed and she tried to remember each touch, each 
tender feel from the youth next door. God, she was hot again! She could 
almost feel his hot cock between her legs! She nearly felt his warm, strong 
body crawl up on her back to hump her asshole. She shivered with the thrill 
of her mind-fuck on herself. God, she could not, could not stand being alone 
and horny ... which she was most of the time! If she was a man she would 
have been the baby born with the hard-on. As it was, being a woman, she was 
the one born with the spasming cunt. 

She had not always been so horny, just lately she had let her ass get out of 
hand. Maybe it was her age. She was getting older. The tiny wrinkles showed 
around her dark eyes with the thick lashes. She knew she would be going 
through the menopause soon and her lust for cock would go swack, down the 
tube! Shit, that would be the day she would feel like ending it all! 

Why worry about what was coming? Right now she was in one hell of a state! 
Horny again and the kid had gone home and she had nobody to call to ease her 
aching snatch, no cock to fill her vacant tube, no arms to hold her, no 
mouth to touch with her lips... her breasts .. . her eager, snapping twat! 

"MY, GOD! I'M GONNA GO CRAZY! CRAZY, DO YOU HEAR? HELP ME! GOD, PLEASE HELP 
ME! YOU GAVE ME THE URGES, YOU GAVE ME THE CUNT! NOW, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! 
I'LL GO MAD WITH LUST, HUNGRY PASSIONS! GOD! GOD! WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME! 
OHHHHHHH, pleaseeee, help me.. .." 

Her excruciating agony was unbearable! She could not cope with her 
passionate emotions! She was so hot, she was on fire with lust! Ted had been 
just too good a fucker and now she wanted more, more, any way, any how, just 
fuck, fuck, fuck! Her crazy, mixed-up head swam in a sea of dizziness. Her 
frenzied body wracked with craving desires. Her sopping, fiery pussy flexed 
and sprang, sucked air, clasped and clenched. 

"Damn, Ted for leaving me like this! That goddamned faggot! Sonovabitch, he 
knew what loneliness was! He should have known better! After all, not 
everybody understands a gay person... I don't... Ted, Ted, bring that 
precious cock of yours back and fuck me to hell and back! Big, Precious 
prick that throbs so deep inside me ... no! You have to shove that beautiful 
cock up some guy's asshole! Well, goddamn it, I've got an asshole, too! 
Ted!" 

Diane's head was fucked up. Her thoughts were scrambled wildly. She knew 
deep in her heart the young man from next door was not her answer. She had 
to have a man, a good, horny man who could fuck her all day and all night 
until she begged him to stop ... which she doubted she ever would. The wild 
way she felt, nothing would ever squelch her frantic, frenzied, heated 
passions! 

Tears streamed down her soft cheeks as she dug her fingernails into the bed 
sheet. Her ass flexed, her buns were tight as she smacked her matted pussy 
into the puddle of sticky cum juice on her bed! 

The smell of drying cum tantalized her nostrils and she squirmed her naked 
body down to where the sticky liquid was. Wildly, fanatically, she licked 
her sheet, savoring each tiny bit of sticky cum! Her fingers dug into and 
tore at the sheet like she was a famished animal licking the very last of 
good meat. . . which she was indeed doing. Her mouth pressed hotly to the 
sheet while her tongue licked and lapped the sticky juice, her taste buds 
doing flips at the luscious taste of his spent cream. Tears flooded her 
face, her body quivered, her snatch craved hungrily! 

"GOD, I THINK I'M GOING NUTS! EATING A SHEET... HELP ME!" she muttered, 
licking, lapping up her cum and that of young Ted. 

Diane could not help herself, she was a depraved animal, lusting, craving, 
desiring, having to have a cock, cum, the whole shot! 

Diane knew it would get worse ... it always did! Her lust, her frenzy for 
cock until she went out at night and grabbed herself a piece of ass ... any 
ass, any motherfuckin' cock to eat, to suck, to lavish with her wet, moist 
kisses and finally sit on the rigid shaft and feel the heavy, throbbing 
pulsations penetrating into her very soul! 

She was dangerously fuck-happy. She might grab any young boy if he had a wad 
of stiff cock in his pants. Her weakness was a young guy, she adored a 
young, eager, fuck-happy boy who never tired of sticking it to her. 

At times she had her doubts about a man her own age. Sometimes they couldn't 
get a hard-on. Her ex-husband couldn't. Oh, he could with her because he had 
been married to her, but he couldn't with anybody else. His church gave him 
a mental block about loose fucking. She laughed like a witch, depraved, 
wicked, happy as hell when her husband could not fuck ... and then she felt 
her own torture, the craving, the mounting lust, the furious demands of her 
body.... 

She licked the sheet clean of all the spilled jism and would have chewed 
clear through it if the front doorbell had not started to ring off the wall. 

"Shit," she moaned. "Who in the hell is here? 

I'll be damned if I'm gonna dress just to answer the door. Shit on whoever 
it is!" Damn, what a time to come calling, couldn't be her kids home yet, 
they had their own keys anyway. 

She grumbled all the way to the front door, stood nakedly behind the drapes 
that covered the sliding glass door and peered out. Shit, it was Ted's dad, 
Ben. What in the hell could he want? Jesus, she hoped the dumb kid had not 
told his dad about the fucking episode in her bedroom. No, she had to give 
Ted more credit than that. Still, Ben never came over to her mobile home, 
just his wife Sarah and his kid, Ted. 

She could not back off for he had seen her peek around the drapes. She 
opened the door a tiny bit, hiding her full breasts and matted pussy in the 
heavy folds of the drapes. Her tousled head poked out of the door as she 
asked him what he wanted. 

Ben looked startled to see her wrapped in the drapes. Her bare shoulder was 
clearly visible to his sparkling blue eyes. 

"Do you always dress like that?" he asked with a knowing grin. 

"No. I just was going to take a shower when I heard the bell," she said. 

"I think you need one. To smell like you do. The sparkles on your face, 
right here around your mouth, sort of give you away. You got a man in 
there?" he asked, touching her full lips with his thick finger. 

"Of course not!" Diane steamed. 

"Do you want a man in there?" he asked, joking, but not joking ... feeling 
her out. 

"What would your wife say?" Diane asked sarcastically. She tightened the 
drapery material around her naked body like a sarong. 

"Nothing. She's gone. Went with Ted downtown. I'm all alone and need 
somebody to talk to," he said, faking sadness. 

This Diane did not need. A married man. No way. She was looking for a 
husband for herself, not somebody's husband to fuck and please. She wanted 
to be the one who had the husband to please herself. After all, weren't men 
created just to pamper and please women? Certainly. A married man was not on 
her agenda, especially not Ted's father. Nope! No way! He would bring her 
nothing but heartache and possibly a shot in the head! No, she would not let 
Ben into her mobile home! 

She wouldn't even start an affair with him . .. the husband of her best 
friend? No way! Bad, bad business! 

Diane could not help notice the tented crotch of his pants ... she was all 
but staring a hole in his crotch. Fascinating. A man his age with such a 
hard-on, clearly visible to her ogling eyes. My God, he must be in misery, 
carrying such a load. She could not draw her eyes away from the luscious 
view of the lump between his well shaped, stocky thighs. 

He was busy ogling her body wrapped in the drapes with her bare shoulder 
looking so creamy soft, her nipples poking tightly against the drapery 
material. He could not have timed his visit better. He was in luck to have 
her naked. He was just being friendly, neighborly, and horny. Ben was always 
horny and he was not getting anything at home, so he decided he would get a 
little on the side . .. hers. 

He had really timed his calling appropriately. She was already naked and 
going to take a shower. Great. He didn't appreciate sloppy seconds and it 
was apparent she had sucked somebody off from the glisteny sparkles around 
her mouth. Good sign. She would probably suck him off, too, and his hot, 
blazing cock was all ready! 

Ben grinned. "May I come in?" he asked, walking into her living room without 
waiting for an answer. "I like your ass," he winked. 

Diane turned quickly to face him and hide her butt in the drapery material, 
succeeding in wrapping herself tighter in the twisted drapes. 

"Gift wrapped for me? Oh, you shouldn't have.. ." Ben smirked, coming close 
to her, breathing hard, smiling in a sultry, smoldering way. 

"Will you please get out of here?" Diane stormed. 

"Sure, in a little while. But first, I wanna talk to you," he winked. His 
big hand touched her naked shoulder, traced across her creamy skin to her 
other concealed shoulder. "What's just below here," he asked, looking down 
her deep cleavage. His eyes sparkled at the sight of her full breasts pushed 
together by the tightness of the wound-around drapes. "Must be something 
good," he teased, touching her rigid nipples poking into the drapes. 

"Don't you touch me," she squealed. 

"You really don't have much choice, do you? 

You're all wound up in your own little trap. You can't move one arm because 
you've wound the drapes around yourself so tightly and the other arm is 
slightly out of use holding the drapes so tight. Now, tell me, how are you 
gonna tell me what to do? How can you control whether I touch you or not, 
huh? If you let go of the drapes, you'll be stark naked, which is the way I 
want you. Then I might really get ideas and rape you. You'd like that, 
wouldn't you?" Ben said, sure of himself. 

"No. You'll not touch me, much less rape me. I decide who'll rape me and who 
won't. .." she said, interrupted by his hot, feverish, wet kiss. 

She melted with smoldering heat at his kiss. She felt his warm, damp lips 
close over hers, his tongue dig into her wet mouth and wallow in her saliva. 
It was only natural for her to suck on his tongue. She should have bitten 
him, but she had never bitten anybody's tongue to the point of really 
hurting, she was actually a nonviolent woman. Her main problem was her 
hormones. She enjoyed his kiss, she loved it. Her skin rippled with 
goosebumps, he was such a stupendous kisser, warmed her body all the way 
down to her toes. She quivered, all wrapped in her drapes and suddenly, just 
as suddenly as he had kissed her, he quit, leaving her slightly dazed with 
lust. 

He laughed at her smoldering condition and walked over to her blue fur couch 
and plopped himself down, still chuckling. His heavy laugh lines were deeply 
embedded in his tanned skin, his devilish blue eyes sparkled, his crotch 
jerked harshly as he rested his big, rough hands on his spread thighs. Oh, 
he was a specimen of manhood, a fine one! Big, hulking man with the huge 
build of a construction worker, stocky, firm, well built with broad 
shoulders, muscle-filled arms all tanned from his work outdoors, big rough 
hands that could easily "tote that bale, move that barge," so to speak. He 
did work hard and every muscle in his body showed that it was used every day 
to work his heavy duty equipment. For his fifty years, Ben was the picture 
of exquisite manhood, big, rough, strong and tanned, yet laughing, devilish 
and playful as a kitten. He had a heart as big as could be, for he had been 
hurt many times in his life and he had overcome his hurts, or at least he 
gave the effect of being always the carefree, wild, impish fellow ready for 
anything and everything. Right now he was all for a fuck. His crotch 
completely gave him away, so big and bulging and throbbing right through his 
Levi's. 

"You gonna hang there forever in your drapes or are you gonna come out?" he 
laughed. 

"Will you please get out of here?" she said angrily. 

"Do you really want me to go?" his blue eyes blazed into her smoldering dark 
ones. The look he gave her locked their sights and the sparks sizzled. 

It was a tense moment. Quiet. Hue eyes holding dark ones with an intense 
gaze, wanting, craving, lusting. His gaze was intense, so was hers. They 
looked and it was as if she was lost in a drowning pool of blue, engulfed, 
away from everything material, no world at all... just the two of them with 
hearts beating, desires mounting, bodies quivering for mutual satisfaction. 

"Come to me," he whispered lowly. His voice sent thrills through her body. 
Such sexiness she had never heard in a voice before, low, deep, soft, 
demanding ever so easily and tenderly. 

Diane stood as if in a trance, staring at him. He was beautiful to her 
sight, big, magnificent structure of a god. Tanned so perfectly, built like 
an Arabian stud horse. Yet, ever so sweet and tender, his eyes, those blue 
pools demanding her, wanting to possess her, engulfing her very soul. 

"Come to me ..." he whispered to her. 

She was compelled to unwind the drapes from her naked body, stand before him 
completely obedient and yielding to his every desire. 

"OOHHMMPHH," he moaned hotly, taking her body into his arms, burying his 
face in the soft, warm flesh of her belly, breathing his hot desires into 
her quivering flesh. His arms encircled her lush, wide hips as his head 
dropped. 

Diane felt his breath scorch into her dark pussy and she trembled with 
passion. Her arms encircled his dark head, her fingers clutched into his 
black, curly hair, intertwining to hold his feverish head against her white, 
creamy, warm belly. Oh God, he was hot, felt so good to her own burning 
body. 

"Who had you before just now?" his low, sultry voice asked, muffled in her 
warm flesh. 

Diane hesitated, not wanting to tell him it was his own gay son. She said 
nothing. 

"Diane, I know somebody was in your body. I can smell the cum. Your pussy is 
silky and matted. Tell me, who was with you?" his voice was urgent. 

She felt his warm hands on her ass and his fingers digging and prodding into 
her asscrack. She had to tell him. There was something about his voice, low, 
soft, yet very demanding, compelling. It was like she had no choice of her 
own, she was his to own, possess, someone to yield to, to confess to, to 
have her body absorbed by. He was her god, yet he had not forced her into 
anything, just compelled her by the hungry look in his sparkling blue eyes. 
He owned her with a glance. She was his all the way, whatever he wanted to 
know, to experience, to do to her . .. She would submit. Her entire being 
was his, her heart, body and soul. She was helpless in his arms and she had 
never been so overwhelmed before and did not understand her feelings at all. 
Diane just knew she would do anything this man asked, tell him anything he 
wanted to know, and if she could, follow him to the ends of the earth. She 
was his! TOTALLY! 

"Who was with you?" he whispered, sticking his wet, saliva-covered tongue 
into her navel, kissing her belly, tonguing her soft flesh, nipping her 
smooth skin. "Tell me," he whispered hotly. 

"Your son," she moaned, feeling her clit dance happily in her wet trench. 

No reaction at all came from Ben. It was his son's cum that matted her dark, 
glisteny pussy. Part of the family. He usually didn't like sloppy seconds. 
However, in this case, he would make an exception because he had tasted his 
son's cum before. And his son had tasted his. 

Diane felt Ben's flushed face move down, down, down her belly until his hot 
mouth nibbled at her muff. She quivered at the glorious feeling of his hot 
tongue, his damp saliva, his heavy breathing. Her bottom was on fire with 
passion, lust, and love. Her hands held tightly to his dark hair to steady 
herself as she stood. Without his support she would melt into a sopping heap 
at his boot-clad feet. Her knees felt rubbery, as if they would not hold her 
up, her belly was full of butterflies, her trench quivered. 

She felt Ben's hot, flushed face all over her body, nipping on her rigid, 
erect rosy nipples, nibbling on her ears, breathing his hotness into her 
ringing head, devouring her with his mouth, nibbling, nipping, tasting her 
smooth, creamy flesh as he kissed her breasts, moving her around to nibble 
under her arms and onto her back, bathing her in the luxury of his rich, 
moist kisses. She trembled as she felt his mouth inch down her back to her 
buns, kissing, nipping, nibbling her body. She was prone on the floor in his 
big hands, completely manipulated by him and she was barely aware of being 
in any other movement other than flying in ecstasy, floating in rapture. Her 
entire body was enveloped in his engulfing warmness, her heart pounded 
against her flattened breasts as she lay on the floor. 

She felt her every erotic, sensuous spark of passion flare into a roaring, 
wild fire. She was set with sweat, sweltering in her own heat which radiated 
to his hovering body and reflected back to her own. She heard the rustle of 
his hand working with his fly and then she felt the fiery prodding of his 
cockhead at her anal opening. 

She felt his hands all over her, pulling her asscheeks apart, poking at her 
asshole, helping his rigid, throbbing cock to penetrate into her tightly 
clamped asshole, fingering around her wide hips and dipping into her damp 
pussy, caressing her slippery slit, tormenting her wildly fluttering clit to 
ecstasy, erratic jerks of pleasure! 

Diane simmered in the scorching heat of her passions as her butt was 
stretched, feeling the tightness of her ass hole yield to his probing 
cockhead. With all the reaming out of her rectum, she gave, her asshole 
opened to his fucking cock like a flower to the bee. She could not swivel 
her hips, move at all for she was stuffed full of fiercely beating, 
throbbing cock. She felt his pulsating cock inch slowly up her ass tunnel. 

HOT! THUMPING! FUCKING HER ASSHOLE! HIS HOT, BLAZING SHAFT WORKED AND JERKED 
UP HER ASS TUBE SLOWLY AND SHE FELT EVERY BLOOD-FILLED SURGE, POUND, THROB 
OF HIS PRECIOUS COCK AS HE SANK IT DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO HER WARM, TIGHT, 
SILKY TUNNEL! 

His precious cock was all the way in her asshole! 

She breathed heavily, not moving, she couldn't! His shaft was so thick, so 
heavy, pounding, stretching her burning, irritated asshole sooo much. She 
adored the feeling of his hot rocks as they smacked and rubbed into her 
snatch, moved only by his hands as he caressed her wetly slick trench. She 
about had a tormented fit when she felt his big, wet, firm hands rub and 
caress at her twat until he had three ringers stuffed inside her spasming 
snatch! My God, she was so full of fingers and cock she thought she would 
scream her happy hysteria! 

She felt every blue vein on his humping cock as he sawed in and out of her 
asshole, fanning the flame of fire as he stretched her burning skin! She 
felt so pulled, so hot, she knew her butt was blistered with heat! 

Diane's sensitive asshole was reamed out by the ass fucking cock! She was so 
hot she thought she would suffocate in her own stifling heat. Her body was 
seared to his hairy one right at the butt. She felt his pubic hair brush 
harshly on her buns with every stiff swack of his cock! The steady bobbing 
of his sweltering rocks slapped at her oozing, leaking twat while his 
fingers almost ripped her cunt wider open than he had forced it now. His 
fingers wiggled up inside of her wet, sleek twat. She found that now she 
could not spasm her twat, she was laid wide open to his punches both at her 
asshole and her snatch. She gasped like a fish out of water as she felt her 
butt fucked, humped, stabbed by his pounding, beating cock! 

Her head reeled in ecstasy as she heard the wet sounds of suction and the 
wet slaps of his balls in her steaming crack. Her fingers dug into her shag 
carpeting, longing to dig into his hot flesh, her eyes were glazed with 
desire and lust as the big construction worker fucked her asshole! 

"HHMMPPHHH!" he grunted with each thrust of his prick. Then came a wildly 
noisy slap of his testicles as they hit and smacked into her damp, dripping 
slit! 

Her body was jolted as he stuffed her asshole full of throbbing cock, 
banging home wildly, humping her butt, fucking her asshole! He felt his 
throbbing prick with his fingers through the thin membrane of skin that 
separated her ass tunnel from her cunt tube. He delighted at the rough 
poundings of his cock! His fingers gouged into her slippery twat to feel his 
swollen cockhead as it slipped up and down her ass tube. He shook with wild 
pleasure as he humped his cock, sawed the pulsating thing in and almost out 
of her tight asshole. 

Diane's clit fluttered madly as the heel of his palm rubbed her into 
exquisite rapture while his fingers jolted and jiggled up her twat! She 
could not move, she was so bloated with his body, but she wept tears of joy 
when she felt his belching cock spew his globs of cock juice into her 
asshole! Hot, steaming, torrid globs of cum lathered her rectum and eased 
the burning friction of his pumping cock! 

"OH, BABY, THAT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOOOOOO, I LOVE IT! MORE! GIVE ME MORE OF 
YOUR COCK! HHHMMMMMM, OOOOHHHHH, GOD! I'MMMMM CUMMIINGG!" she gasped, 
slithering slightly under his humping, rocking stabbing cock! 

Ben was grinding his shooting cock into her asshole, round and round he 
fucked into her rectum! He shoved his squirting cock tight into her asshole, 
screwing in to a secure tightness to finish his spraying cum as his body 
jerked and shivered his pleasure! His hanging nuts rubbed into the smelly 
juice of his cock and her slobbering, seeping snatch. Wet sounds and fucking 
smells reeked from her asshole, her cunt! 

She felt his rock-hard cock go down. .. down ... down with his gush of cum. 
She liked it that he did not pull out and get off of her when he was done 
spraying his cum into her asshole! She felt his hot body slip against hers 
as his cock went limp inside her rectum and finally slipped out of her grip 
to dangle loosely over his balls. Oh, she loved his sweet nuts, so burningly 
hot in her trench. She could feel the small, damp folds of soft skin as her 
spasming cunt nibbled on his testicles, loving the heat, the fire, the 
smooth, slippery feeling of his nuts. 

The butt fuck was over! 

Diane lay in the puddle of spent jism wallowing her pussy in the warm 
stickiness of the mixed juice on her shag carpeting... loving the warmth, 
the stickiness, the smell of cum! 

"You fucked my son ... I'll have your young daughters," he mumbled. 

Diane didn't believe him! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Diane knew she was just a fuck-happy woman, horny as hell, always lusting 
for a man, a cock! 

She did not want to demoralize her two young daughters. She had been brought 
up to be reverent to God, keep a clean house, take proper care of her young 
children and be a clean, proper woman. She could not understand what was 
happening to her. 

She was not the same person anymore. Now, she wanted a cock all the time, 
would fuck a married man for a piece of ass or get it on with a dildo or 
cucumber or candle or anything else she could shove up her twat. So far she 
had not sacrificed her reputation as far as her children were concerned, her 
sweet, innocent daughters. Oh, how she loved those two girls. They were just 
about the only people in the world she really did love . .. totally, 
completely. She was lucky in that they were two such lovely girls, so 
innocent and sweet. They certainly did not know what their mother was 
thinking or how lonely she was... or how frustrated. Diane managed to keep 
her feelings away from her children just as she did her married lover and 
her dildos. .. She would not contaminate her lovely girls. She would not 
tell them just how difficult it was to live alone and be lonely all the 
time. Even her girls did not fill the void in her life, but Diane would not 
tell them. No, if they had to learn to live alone in life like she had to, 
at least she would not condition them to all the loneliness and frustrations 
they might have to bare. No, Diane would hold up her chin in front of her 
girls. 

She did tell both fourteen-year-old Donna and thirteen-year-old Debby that 
she wanted to get married again and give them a daddy. That much they knew 
from their little family chats. They thought it would be really neat to have 
a daddy again. They had not seen their own dad for years, even though he 
lived only a short distance from them. He was too wrapped up in his guilt 
and religion to even face his former family. He was always prompt with the 
child support, and the rest of the time he wallowed in his guilt and his 
religion .. . 

Diane hated him for many reasons and one was that he did not stop in and 
relieve her horniness. Not that she was in love with him, but he was the one 
who had fucked her for so many years and now had left her and her sexual 
frustrations to fight it out alone. 

Diane had gotten along without his cock for many years and it was just 
lately that she wondered what it would be like to have his hard cock back 
again for just one more time. Of course, she would love anybody's cock and 
she realized just how hard up she was when she wanted her ex-husband's prick 
just one more time. 

Diane decided she had better get her ass out into the world to see what was 
going on or she was headed for the basket-making ward. She had to get off 
the ex-husband kick and the horny neighbor kick before she was swallowed up 
in a lost, useless situation . .. and no more of paying a gay person for a 
fuck. 

She realized just how few years she had left of sexual interest and swore to 
God, she would fuck herself into oblivion so that at least she would have 
happy memories. Maybe she would be happier if she did not have a sexual urge 
. .. relieved of the tormenting pressures of her body's demands. Might be 
nice, later, but right now she still had the urges and the desires and she 
had to do something about her snatch! 

Diane would get herself a job. She stayed at home too much and her head was 
freaking out along with her twat, so instead of paying a shrink she would go 
to work. She had no idea of where, but she started out to look for a job. 

Diane left the house in her peach pants suit, her hair done neatly, her 
nails manicured, ready to face the world of the working. That would make her 
ex-husband happy. It would ease some of the strain on her budget and maybe 
... just maybe, Diane would find a lonely cock! 

Diane drove her blue car to the shopping mall and parked. She went inside 
and started at one end of the mall and went to the other end looking for 
work. She returned down the other side of the shopping center after having 
lunch. She wasn't too particular what kind of job she got, so she tried 
every shop in the mall. 

She filled out application after application. This was a chore in itself, 
since she did not remember dates and names or times and places, so the job 
hunting went on all day. 

The application part of her day was dull, but the sightseeing part gave her 
a thrill. She did not realize there were so many good-looking men and boys 
in the world. Her itching snatch was tormented to leaking juices all day 
long by one tented crotch after another. God, they must all have a hard-on 
or else she was just demented enough to think they did. 

Everywhere she looked she saw young men with tight pants and big bulges in 
them. Oh, how wonderful a day! The young men looked like fashion plates, 
coordinated outfits, beautifully cut hair that was all styled, handsome 
features, and she figured these salesmen to be like her neighbor. All took 
exquisite care of their bodies and clothes. There were also the tough 
looking men around that really looked like men, fucking men. Levi's and 
cords all stuffed full with huge pricks, long free flowing hair, shirts that 
were not fresh off the rack but still managed to show muscles and masculine 
hair on the chest. The kinds of men Diane would love to get caught by in a 
dark alley ... and raped. 

She just could not understand her sex-filled mind. God, all she thought 
about or saw was something to do with sex. She was disgusted with herself, 
really quite angry with her thinking. All she succeeded in doing was 
tormenting herself into a state of fuck-happy confusion. Everything bothered 
her crotch. Men boys, stuffed pants, loose pants that let the imagination go 
wild, anything masculine. 

So, Diane went home, jobless and horny as usual. Desperate for a fuck after 
seeing all the young men, middle-aged men with cocks! Cocks! Cocks! 

Her crotch was damp with lust as she drove into her narrow driveway and 
parked next to her mobile home. 

Where was Ben? Where was her married fucker? She had to have him! She would 
not stoop to fingerfucking herself, nor would she sink a cucumber or banana 
into her oozing twat! She would have Ben! At any cost, she would have his 
cock. 

Damn the guilt! Damn her friendship with his wife! Damn everything.. . 
except his precious, stone-hard cock! 

Diane realized just how precious a cock was and Ben's was the best! Hard, 
pulsating, beating, lathering as it humped her ass spouting pleasure into 
her tight hole . .. one or the other. Either her asshole or her cunt... 
either way, or into her mouth, oh God, his cock did taste wonderful, 
beautiful, his juice was delicious, thick, creamy, juicy ... 
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. She craved his cock, had to have it or go stark raving 
nuts! 

Instead of her day out doing her some good, she came home hornier than ever, 
ready to jump a cock, any cock, although she did prefer Ben's. In a pinch 
... she would take any prick. 

Diane got out of her car slowly, allowing enough time for her neighbor to 
realize she was home, hear the car motor shut off, the banging of the car 
door ... She had to let him know she was alone because so many times she had 
one daughter or the other... 

Her dark eyes smoldered as she looked with lust toward her neighbor's mobile 
home. The front door did not open like she wanted. Nothing. Nobody. 

"Shit!" she muttered, walking to her front door, unlocking it and going 
inside her warm, cozy mobile. 

She sat at the kitchen table in her squishy panties and melted in her 
lustful desires. She knew he was home because she had seen his yellow truck 
parked in the driveway. Damn, what was wrong with him? There was nobody 
hornier then herself unless it was Ben, and he was always horny! Maybe his 
wife was home or perhaps his gay son. Diane did not think so but it was a 
possibility. Ted usually was out partying, and Sarah had her church work, 
her choir practice, her women's auxiliary, so Ben had to be home alone! 

She dared not call him and plead with him for his cock. What if somebody 
else answered the phone? No good. She would have to suffer her anguish 
through the night... ALONE! 

Diane's daughters were due home, so she walked with squishing thighs 
rubbing, to the bathroom. She might as well get out of her dressy clothes, 
dump her pants suit into the cloths hamper, rid herself of her damp panties 
and slip into her long dress. She was really hurting. 

She heard the front door slide open and shut. Her heart raced! 

Ben! 

She hurried down the hallway and into the living room and there he was, like 
Christ the King, standing tall and sturdy, handsomely tanned, his blue eyes 
atwinkle, his dark hair still damp from his shower. 

GOD, HOW HER HEART POUNDED! HHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM, HE LOOKED GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT! 
WOW! WOULD HE EVER TASTE GOOD! OOOOOOHHHHHHH-HHEEEEEEEEEEE! 

She hesitated, waiting, not wanting to appear too anxious. Her long Hawaiian 
dress, passion purple, was full and hung tightly only to her full, big, 
jutting tits. The low, scoop neck allowed her lover a fine view of the deep 
trench between her breasts. She knew he would imagine what she had on 
underneath ... or what she did not have one. Her full dresses had turned her 
ex-husband on with his imagination, so she presumed Ben would get turned on, 
too. 

She liked to leave something to the imagination, seemed her men always 
thought more wild than she did. 

Diane walked up to Ben. She could smell her womanliness as she sauntered 
casually to him. Her rounded thighs rubbed together in the oily juice that 
had leaked from her itching twat. Her heavy smell urged her on... hopefully 
to fucking satisfaction. 

She saw his devilish grin, the flashing of his white teeth against his deep 
tan, the deeply etched laugh lines around his sparkling blue eyes, his dark 
hair, almost blue was it so black and damp. Oh, how she loved this man, she 
melted with desire, her crotch steamed as she came to him. 

Ben kissed her lightly on the mouth. His big hand slipped to her breast and 
on down her side to her ass. 

She knew he was checking to see if she had anything on under the 
free-flowing, flowered dress. She loved his devilish grin as he realized she 
was naked under the purple flowers and just how easily he could lay her. 

Only, he didn't! Damn him to hell, he had the nerve to go to her 
refrigerator and get a can of beer, pop it open and slurp it down, laughing 
openly at her eagerness, her anguished horniness. 

There were times when she would have gladly killed Ben, and this was one of 
them! Damn him, he knew she was hot. She saw his sparkling eyes laugh at her 
as he peered over the beer can. She really was angry when he laughed at her, 
beer dribbling down his tanned chin. He almost choked on the gulp of cold 
brew and he laughed and choked at the same time, his big, strong hand 
backsided to his mouth wiping off the overflow of cold beer. His blue denim 
shirt had the cuffs rolled up halfway on his forearm and was open at the 
neck. After his bout with choking and laughing with beer in his mouth, Diane 
imagined his thick chest hair and the sparse hair on his forearm was wet 
with the brew and he would smell of beer. She didn't really care even if he 
had just taken a shower. She would like to pour the whole damned can of beer 
right on top of his dark head! He had the guts of a government mule to come 
into her home with a hard-on tenting his Levi's, drink her beer and laugh at 
her sexual discomfort. 

"What is so damned funny?" she snarled at him, putting her hand on her hip 
and pulling the flowered material tight over her jutting breasts, showing 
her rigid nipples against the material. 

"Nothing," he gasped, still laughing, now licking the brew off the back of 
his big hand. 

"What'd you come over here for?" she demanded. 

Her crotch demanded an answer, too, because the steam reeked up her full 
dress to seep into her nostrils. The warm, rich smell of her cunt slit urged 
her on. She wished that bastard would not laugh at her agony. 

"I came over to talk to you," he grinned like a Cheshire cat. 

"I'll bet! The only time you come over here is when you've got a hard-on." 

"I've got one now," he laughed. 

His tanned face crinkled with laugh lines, his devilish eyes sparkled, his 
white teeth gleamed. 

DIANE WAS HOT! 

"Your hard-on is funny?" she asked, slightly upset with him. She could not 
hate him or stay angry with him. He just wasn't the type to stay mad at. He 
took everything so nonchalantly, or so it seemed. To him, life was one big 
bowl of cherries, fun, a wonderful challenge. He was free as a bird, or so 
it seemed, tied to no one, in love with no one, in love only with life and 
the pleasures it brought him. Things that were a disaster to most people, 
Ben seemed to shrug off. He would not be tied with fear, unhappiness or any 
negative thoughts or actions. He was like nobody else in the world, not 
unfeeling nor a laughing maniac, but a very warm, loving, realistic person 
who never burdened others with any unhappy feelings. .. only laughter and 
gaiety, fun, thrills. He lived on the crest of a wave . .. neither knowing 
nor caring which way he fell, for the water was cool and crisp and clean and 
pure no matter which way he would go. 

Life was like that to him. He worked hard. He loved hard and recklessly. He 
laughed a lot and never took "no" for an answer or putdown. He had life by 
the tail and Diane envied him and his warm personality, his confidence, his 
strength, his laughter and his love-making! Ben was the kind of man a person 
never had to tread lightly around, never had to watch what they said nor 
did, for Ben was not easily offended nor was he a fighter. He did not have 
to fight because the air around him was that of confidence, knowing he could 
handle any situation and his size. Big. Because of his solid walk, his 
straightforward way, he had the respect of both men and women and did not 
have to fight for it, pat himself on the back, make excuses. .. He was Ben. 
That was it! Confident and sure and happy! 

Diane envied Sarah's hold on Ben, but did she really hold him? Not truly, 
for Ben roamed, fucked whom he pleased, laughed at the world and no marriage 
ties held him from getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.. . and he did 
love it, everything. Maybe Diane had a part of him, his fucking. She knew 
she did not own even his cock, but on occasion she was a part of his life, a 
part of his happiness when she felt his strong cock jam into her. No one 
would ever own Ben, for he was too much his own man, free! 

Diane's vaginal opening spasmed hotly. She wanted this man to fuck her right 
now, but for some reason he was being deliberately slow and tantalizing. 
What did he have up his sleeve now? 

"Why don't you go home?" she asked, hoping to force his hand. 

"You really want me to?" he asked seriously, but that twinkle was still in 
his eyes. 

"I don't want you drinking all my beer," she said, searching for some 
excuse. 

"If I don't drink your beer, can I stay?" he asked, impishly. 

"For what?" she asked. 

"So I can welcome home your daughters when they come in from school," he 
laughed, the deep wrinkles going up from the corners of his blue eyes. 

"What?" she asked, startled. 

"I want to see your daughters," he said in his low, sexy voice. 

"For what?" she asked, sternly. 

"Can't I look at them ... all over?" he asked, feeling her out. 

"What the hell are you, a pervert?" she asked, indignantly. 

"I appreciate good-lookin' women and your daughters are beauties." He gulped 
some more beer. 

Diane felt like she had just gotten slapped across the face. She was shocked 
by Ben's words. Did he mean them, or was he just kidding? 

"I thought you came over here to see me. .. like before," she said almost in 
a whisper. 

"I did. Right after I see your girls," he said with a smile. 

"You are crazy! Do you know that? If I didn't know you better I'd think you 
were serious," Diane said, realizing he must be joking. 

"I am." 

"You are what?" 

"Serious about your girls," he said, rotating the can of beer around and 
around in the palm of his big hand. 

"WHAT!" Diane could not believe him. She loved him and he wanted her 
daughters, and then her. So youth won again. She would not tolerate this 
type of action. A mother would have to be nuts to let an adult man of fifty 
mess around with her teenage daughters. 

This was Ben's way of asking her permission to fool around with her 
daughters and he had implied he would not mess with her until he had seen 
her girls, ALL OVER! Diane knew he was bold to the point of being brazen, 
but this was ridiculous! Did he actually think she was sooo horny that she 
would let him mess with her two daughters just to get at his cock? 

Ben was sure of himself and he was not pushy, he didn't have to be. He knew 
Diane fairly well and knew she craved his cock. He knew she was in love with 
him even after he had said he was not in love with her. He made no 
commitments. He denied loving Diane and that made him more of a challenge to 
her. She did love him very much. She also knew he was pressing his luck with 
her to even suggest that he have her daughters and after he had her 
daughters, he would fuck her. .. OUT OF CHARITY? 

Shit on Ben! No way! This was one time he was sure, but sure of the wrong 
thing. He hadn't counted on mother love and protection. He had counted on 
Diane being so hot and horny that she would agree! Well, he could go fuck a 
duck as far as Diane was concerned! 

Diane told Ben to leave! She swore like a sailor, but he didn't. Ben hardly 
ever said a swear word. He didn't have to prove his power or his manhood by 
roughness, swearing, or force. He smiled, undaunted by her refusal, set his 
beer can down gently and left. 

"Damn you to hell! You lousy sonofabitch! Bastard! Why . . . why leave me so 
horny? God! I've gotta fuck! Damn you, Ben! I hate you! Hate, hate, hate 
you! You goddamned fuckin' bastard .. . motherfuckin' prick! Sonofabitch!" 
she called after him, her eyes filling with tears. 

Diane crumpled to the floor in a heap of hot, horny, hurt flesh. Tears 
drained from her dark eyes as she ran her fingers through her short curly 
hair. 

She was desperate for a fuck, but not desperate enough to sell her virgin 
daughters. There had to be other men around for her to fuck. 

Naturally there were other men. Not men like Ben. Diane loved Ben. Ben was a 
bastard! Get her hooked on his cock and then lower the boom and demand 
softly that she give him her daughters. Goddamn him! 

So the percentage of men available was the same.. . bad odds, and now Diane 
had lost her friendly neighborly fucker. She cried out of desperation, fear, 
loneliness. Why was life dealing her so much misery? 

Her snatch quivered and cried lustfully as her eyes wept tears of tormented 
agony . .. Her body shook with tremors as she cried over her loss of Ben, 
her loneliness, her unhappy lot in life. She did protect her precious 
daughters from Ben. That was stupid. Ben wouldn't hurt them. He was a 
perfect lover. The girls were too young to fuck. But were they? They had the 
bodies of women and most likely the desires of women, and God only knows Ben 
was fantastic with women, all women. Diane was jealous of her own 
offsprings. She knew better than to try and hold Ben. Nobody had a hold on 
him. Why should she deny her daughters the glory of his cock? 

Diane had succeeded only in removing her only outlet for fucking. Now, she 
would have her emotions to deal with. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Diane was crazy with lust for a fuck! 

Days had passed since her talk with Ben. Her emotions were dammed up and 
ready to explode. She had some pretty nifty dreams which relieved her a 
little and made her bed wet with drippings from her sweltering twat. When 
daylight appeared she was hornier than before she had had the creamy dreams. 

Her life was a tragic, fuckless existence without Ben's cock! Her 
unreasonable love for Ben had put her over a barrel. She was tied and unable 
to get loose. She could not, would not let him touch her virgin daughters! 
If she died of lackanookie, she would not give in! 

She knew him to be smart enough not to force the issue since her daughters 
were jailbait and he had no intention of doing time for a piece of tail. He 
could get it anyplace and he seemed to love chalking up women like he 
chalked up his pool shooting. One ball here and immediately after, another 
ball in the side pocket. Diane was the ball in the side pocket, sex on the 
side, and her daughters would be chalked up by Ben before he placed Diane 
where he wanted her, where she wanted to be, on the bed and well fucked. 

She fought desperately in her head. The war was over her girls. She actually 
thought of giving them to Ben for his pleasure. Jealousy flared in her body 
and she knew she could not. She already shared him with half the women of 
the town, she could not share him with her own virgin daughters. Why didn't 
she ask them? That would be only logical, wouldn't it? Before she said a 
definite "no," she really ought to talk to the girls. 

In her demented head talking to her daughters seemed the logical thing to 
do. What other mother but a mother with a horny hole would think so 
logically? 

Her young girls were in their bunk beds in the middle bedroom and the light 
was still on. 

Diane gathered her courage, pulled her robe tightly around her quivering, 
nervous body, straightened her shoulders and walked into her daughters' 
room. 

"About ready for bed, girls?" she asked with a fake smile on her white face. 

The girls did not seem to notice how white she was. They laughed and 
giggled, typical of young girls. Pillows got thrown from the top bunk to the 
bottom and shrieks of delight sounded noisily. 

Diane nervously cleared her throat. "I want to talk to you girls." She wrung 
her hands feeling the cold, clammy sweat. She brushed a nonexistent hair 
from her forehead. He; knees wobbled and she sat down on the lower bunk with 
her youngest daughter, Debby. 

Both girls looked at her with wide eyes. 

Diane felt stupid. How could she bring herself to this point? How would she 
ever have the nerve to talk to her girls about fucking Ben? She had to be 
crazy. 

"What do you wanna talk about, mama?" young Debby asked. 

Diane could not manage to get the lump out of her throat, much less the 
words out of her mouth. She shrugged her shoulders and stumbled out of the 
bedroom with tears in her eyes. No way could she do it. She could not let 
Ben have her innocent little girls. 

The light went out in the girls' room and Diane presumed them asleep. 

She went to her bedroom to crawl into bed when the phone rang. 

"Hello? Oh, Ben ... yes, the girls are asleep ... you watched the light go 
out through the window... yes, they're asleep ... I love you, baby .. . no, 
I couldn't do that... but, I love you . .. doesn't that mean anything to you 
.. . yes, I wanna fuck you .. . yes, I love you ... No! I will not let you 
mess around with my daughters! No! Please. .. that's not fair... I love you 
so much . .. and you want me to let you fuck my virgin daughters .. . it's 
not right.. . please, Ben . .. please ... all right, go to hell .. . yes, I 
can manage to live alone for the rest of my life ... yes, without your 
cock... I will not permit anything to happen to my girls ... I love them too 
much to sacrifice them just because I'll probably die without your love ... 
go to hell, Ben!" 

Diane slammed the phone and tears sopped her face. Her shoulders wracked as 
she wept her heartbreak. Her nose was plugged. She sniffled and sobbed her 
torment and finally fell asleep, tired of it all, one more time in a 
hopeless situation, unable to cope .. . 

The girls had heard it all. Neither said a word to the other, but their 
young hearts were nearly broken that dear mama could not have her lover. 
Just because of them. Their mother protected them from . .. what they were 
dying to know about and experience! Both virgins had the urge, the desire to 
find out for themselves just what fucking was all about. So why not with the 
man next door? Then their mama could have him back to fuck her. 

It was big sacrifice to each young virgin, but happily each decided to help 
mama! Also to help themselves and find out about, oh, so many things that 
bothered them, kept them awake at night wondering... Wow, now each would 
know! Firsthand! From experience! 

The little girls fell asleep to the sound of their mama and her tears of 
sorrow. Each virgin knew in her own heart that mama would soon be happy 
again. It was up to each young girl to help mama and each knew she would. 
Donna and Debby slept so well that night knowing each would help mama back 
to happiness and each would soon know what life was all about. It was time 
for each young girl to share and help and each loved mama so much it was 
only right for things to be out of mama's hands and the girls would do their 
own things and share in the responsibilities of mama's joy . . . and the 
girls secretly tingled with excitement! 

Diane could not sleep in her tormented condition. She lay awake tossing and 
turning all night wishing her darling Ben was true to her and knowing he was 
not and never would be, but to demand her daughters . .. well, that was too 
much! She lay in her flowered bed dreaming of Ben's cock, his hot kisses, 
his warm arms, until she saw dawn break over the hills of the valley. 

So she was a failure in love, she could at least be a good mother. She 
crawled out of bed and padded down the hallway through the living room and 
into the kitchen. She would put her efforts to some good use and prepare her 
daughters a breakfast that was delicious. 

Her eyes were puffy, her nose was red and stuffed. She felt dragged out as 
if she had been on an all-night drunk. She dragged her body around the 
kitchen as she prepared bacon and eggs and toast. The smell of the perking 
coffee was a delight to her tired bones. Absently she looked out the window 
to check if Ben's truck was gone. Mostly from habit she checked on the man 
next door. It was sort of a thing with her. Almost as if he was her husband 
only without all the work of laundry and ironing, Diane checked to see if 
Ben was gone or at home. She knew that if the weather was rainy Ben would 
not work and she usually hoped he would call her to meet him someplace. If 
the weather was sunny, she knew he was at work. She kept track of the time 
he got home every night. 

She knew when he played pool, when he took his camper to the desert, when he 
felt well and when he was sick. What she did not see out of her front 
window, her friend Sarah told her. There were always those times when 
neither Diane nor Sarah knew where he was. .. and those times bothered Diane 
because she knew there was somebody else in her Ben's big, strong, warm 
arms. 

Diane could almost die when she thought about Ben and another woman. Sarah 
did not bother her because Sarah had a right to him. After all, she was his 
wife. The other women in his life Diane did not know about for sure, because 
Ben would not talk. Sarah did not know either, nor did she care. Sarah 
didn't know about Diane, naturally. 

Ben was close mouthed about his exploits and Diane felt like she was his 
only love even though she knew she was not. Sarah told her about the others 
in the past but Sarah did not mention the present. Ben would not dream of 
talking about his women and he never said a nasty word about his wife except 
that she wouldn't put out to him. 

Diane kept close tabs on Ben and now, as she looked out her window, her 
heart skipped a beat. His yellow construction truck was in the driveway. She 
could see the very back of the yellow bed with the tailgate chained. 

She smelled the bacon and scurried to whisk it out of the pan. She could not 
let her meat burn just because she was nosy enough to be gawking out the 
window. 

It was really strange that Ben had such a hold on her heart. Diane did not 
usually fall in love that easily. Now she was in way over her head. 

She tried to put all thoughts of Ben out of her head. She called her 
daughters, fed them, watched them get ready for school and saw them off. The 
girls left at different times, and someplace in there, between the time 
Donna left and Debby went on her way, the yellow truck disappeared from next 
door. 

Diane sank into her depressed state of mind. She drank coffee and smoked one 
cigarette after another and listened to her stereo music with tears in her 
eyes. She had no desire to go looking for a job, she was not interested in 
anything but her Ben and her slobbering twat. .. 

She did not know the sacrifice her oldest daughter was about to make. 

Donna had gone around the neighbor's mobile home on her way to the bus. She 
smiled warmly at Ben as he came out the back door carrying his lunch bucket. 
Her young heart fluttered at what she was about to do with the nice man from 
next door. 

"Hi. Will you give me a ride to the front of the park?" Donna asked 
innocently in her little school-girl voice. 

Ben smiled, his beautiful white teeth glistened. "Hop in." He appeared very 
business-like as he climbed into his truck, chucked his lunch bucket up on 
the back of the seat and started the engine. 

Donna felt thrilled. There was something about the crispy cold air outside 
and the warm, secure inside of the truck, something so very different. The 
smell of the man next to her flared her nostrils. The heavy clank of his 
lunch bucket and the solidly sturdy sound of the truck motor ... all of it 
so different. Donna did not know any of the usual sounds and smells of a man 
since her daddy had left when she was so small. The very idea of just 
getting into the construction truck with a big man was thrilling. The way he 
smiled at her warmed her right down to her toes. His firm grasp on the 
wheel, his sure way of shifting, his smile ... everything about him 
intrigued the young girl. 

Donna lived in a world filled with women, her mother, her sister, her school 
teachers, her Sunday School teacher, almost everybody she knew was a woman. 
Sarah came to visit her mother which was another woman. The world of women 
was so different from being with this man. Donna's world was full of high 
strung women with feminine voices, feminine remarks and thought and ways and 
even to hands ... all female. 

The boys at school were just that... boys. 

Sitting in the truck with a man was something very different and Donna loved 
it all. Things that most people took for granted were different for the 
little girl. The power of the truck in comparison to the smooth ride in the 
car .. . the smell of aftershave compared to perfume ... the strong hands on 
the wheel instead of her mother's delicate ones ... the low, sexy softness 
of his voice compared to the woman's voice she usually heard ... the smell 
of leather, the heavy boots, the Levi's, the heavy sheep lined coat with the 
big collar .. . almost like the Marlboro man ... everything about this man 
was fascinating to the young girl! When he smiled at her she felt so very 
special, so warmed, so content. She even liked the sight of his breath on 
this chilly, frisky morning. 

Donna thought this man was really something special, like nothing she had 
ever known. A man was something she was not really very familiar with and so 
far she was absolutely astonished with wonder at all the new experiences he 
brought with sights, smells, sounds. A man was someone to be put up on a 
pedestal, really somebody very special, somebody the young girl actually 
knew nothing about but was ever so anxious to learn about! 

Being with Ben in the truck was a very exciting experience to the young 
girl. The short ride through the tree-lined streets of the mobile home park 
was like never before, even though she had taken that ride for years. She 
felt something exciting stir in her young body just because she was with 
this man and she was not about to let go of the feeling. 

Ben drove to the end of the tree-lined lane at the entrance of the park and 
stopped the truck at the road where Donna was to catch the school bus. 

She looked at the group of kids in a huddle at the bus stop. They were all 
bundled up for the cold weather, just barely freezing, and a cloud of white 
hovered over the group, hot air from warm bodies hitting the cold air. 

Donna looked at Ben next to her, smiled and made no effort to get out of the 
truck. Her brown eyes met his blue ones and she sizzled with excitement. She 
did not want to leave the truck, his company, the security of being with a 
MAN! 

She had had the idea of giving herself to Ben for her mama's sake when she 
got into the truck. Somewhere between then and now the young girl had 
changed her mind. She wanted to give herself to this man for herself, for 
the stimulation of just being with him ... a man, strong, confident, sure, 
solid, secure, making her feel all warm and comfortable in the rough-riding 
truck with the steamed-up windows and the windshield wipers banging back and 
forth clearing a place for his vision. 

It seemed an eternity that the two sat facing each other in the steamed up 
truck. Her brown eyes were held by his smoldering blue, thickly lashed, 
demanding eyes which seemed to engulf the child in a fantasy land of happy 
oblivion. She was not a good seductress and did not know the words or 
actions. She sat like a lump of simmering flesh at his command. 

Ben said nothing. He shoved the truck into gear and drove off down the road 
smiling openly. He had it made! He all but could feel her young, warm, 
yielding snatch open up for his pulsating cock. He breathed heavily at the 
thought of sinking his prick deep into the virgin child's sweet twat and 
feeling her young, strong, vibrant muscles tuck his cock deeply into her 
being. 

Not a word was said between the two as Ben headed down the road. He put his 
big hand on her thigh and patted her like a father would. His face was alive 
with happiness and he smiled down on the youngster. 

Donna had no idea where he was taking her and she didn't much care. He was 
such a nice man and she knew he would not hurt her. Actually, fear was not 
even in her vocabulary. 

She felt his big, warm hand on her shapely thigh and the heat of him pressed 
through her cords to singe into her young, firm flesh. She quivered happily. 
His big hand was so different from her mother's small one. His arm against 
her young, jutting breasts was so much bigger, stronger than what she was 
used to. Hesitantly, yet she had to do it, she put one small hand to the 
upper arm of his heavy coat to feel... and, oh yes, his arm had solid 
muscles whereas her mother's were soft. 

When she saw him look down on her slender shape she quickly withdrew her 
exploring hand. Her face flushed burning red. Her embarrassment blazed 
openly, but when she felt his big hand pat her thigh, she knew everything 
was all right. He understood. 

Donna put her hand back on his arm and loved the feel of the heavy jacket. 
She looked up into his friendly face and smiled shyly. She had the okay from 
him by his look. She had to experiment on him and find out all the new and 
wonderful things that are part of a man's world. 

She wanted to touch him ... to feel what his face felt like right after a 
shave. She put her hand backside to his cheek and beamed with joy at the 
warmth and smoothness of his tanned face. She traced down over his firm jaw 
to his neck and felt the fiery pulsations throb in his neck. She was tickled 
pink with her new discoveries and she about did a flip when she felt his 
warm, damp lips on her hand kissing the softness of the backside. Even 
though he could not give her his complete attention, he had to watch the 
road, the attention he did give her with his sort of sideways kiss 
stimulated the girl's glands. She had never felt a man's lips on her, and 
his kiss, even though it was more of a brush of a kiss, was so different 
from the usual kiss on the cheek from her mother. Sparks flew around in her 
young body as they traveled on down the road. 

Donna dropped her hand to her lap and felt his hand hot on her thigh. She 
looked at the big hand with thick fingers, strong muscles seemed to make a 
design on the back of his hand. His blood veins stood out and made his hand 
a thing of delight to her. His big nails, his strong-looking hand with 
sparse hair, leading to his wrist. She touched the back of his hand with her 
soft, little exploring fingers and turned his hand over. Harsh, tough skin 
felt like leather to her softly lotioned hand. He had the beautiful hands of 
a man who worked hard, callused, tough, firm and strong. Just to touch his 
leathery palm made her feel little and very dependent and dainty. 

Her gaze went to his massive chest coated with the fine, lush material. So 
wide and heaving! His jacket came to his hips and covered most of the fly of 
his Levi's, but the youngster saw his bulge. Big! Wow! His thighs were 
solidly stocky, pressing tightly against his pants. He was absolutely 
wonderful! 

Donna decided she loved men! She sighed at her pleasure. Her small, delicate 
fingers touched his body here and there, feeling a whole new world of 
manhood, thick thighs, slender waist, full massive chest.. ." Leather, 
sturdy Levi's, solid hot flesh. All her senses were vitally alive with 
wonder as she smelled him, his leather, touched him and his heavy, coarse 
materials, gazed upon his body, his hands, his dark face, his heavy boots 
and heard his labored breathing and his soft spoken voice, low and sexy. He 
was something else! She loved all of him, his total being, his strength, his 
manhood! All so very different to her! Different and wonderful! Good and 
glorious! She felt so like a woman with him... she could hardly wait to see 
that bulge in his pants but she dare not touch that! Not yet! Maybe ... 
later ... 

"You sure you want to go with me?" he asked huskily, his body on fire with 
lust. "What about school," she said flatly. 

"I don't like school," she said flatly. 

"Oh? Why not?" he asked, trying to concentrate on the road, yet being so 
aware of this very feminine child next to him ... alone, unafraid, ready for 
a new and exciting experience, eager to venture into his world. 

She shrugged her shoulders and continued her touching and exploring of his 
body. She loved the sound of power from the truck. Everything in his world 
seemed so big, husky, and solid. She adored everything and the feeling of 
being taken care of. Oh, her mother took care of her, but in a womanly way 
and always subject to emotions bubbling out. With Ben, the world had a 
serene, peaceful atmosphere, one of sureness, security. 

She leaned her young face against his shoulder and felt like a princess 
being carried off by her prince, not on a white horse, but almost as 
romantic for the teenage romanticist. 

The truck bounced off the main road and onto a bumpy, dirt one. Ben had both 
hands on the wheel to keep the four-wheel-drive vehicle on the rocky and 
rutted road. He drove on up the side of the mountain and brought the truck 
to a halt under an old oak tree. 

Donna thought this the most beautiful, perfectly peaceful place in the whole 
world. They were alone and no one to give orders, no rules, no regulations, 
no mobile park managers to tell Ben where he could park and where he 
couldn't, no mother to tell her she should be in school, no teachers to tell 
her to be quiet and do her work ... just Ben, and he liked and approved of 
everything she did. The place was so quiet, no traffic, no hum of cars, 
airplanes, just perfect peace out in the country ... and perfect security. 
She was safe out here with her neighbor man, safe from snakes or bobcats or 
anything. Donna just knew Ben could wrestle a wild animal into submission 
... he was so strong and big! 

He was her knight in shining armor ... her hero! She was the 
helplessly-in-love little princess at his command. 

Her immature childish thoughts merged comfortably with her womanly desires 
and urges. She looked at him and the sparkle in his blue eyes was like a 
blaze of stars sparkling across a great blue sky and reflected in the beauty 
of deep pools of absorbing coolness. 

She felt his husky arm encircle her shoulders and pull her to his big body. 
She let herself be manipulated by his strong arms and found herself wrapped 
into his body, held, ever so warmly and tenderly as he bent his feverish 
face to hers and kissed her moistly. She had never been kissed by a man! The 
feel of his damp, hot tongue slipping between her lips thrilled her to 
rapture. She felt lightheaded and flighty as his big hand touched her young, 
firm breast inside her heavy coat. She quivered at every squeeze on her 
tittie, feeling hot and steamy, cold and flushed hot! Wow! This was 
something much better than she had dreamed! 

For a minute she remembered what her mother had always said to her. "Don't 
let anybody touch your boobs or get between your legs. It's nasty and dirty 
and vulgar!" What was the child to do? Here she was out in the middle of 
nowhere. She could not get away if she wanted to. She would just have to 
stash her mother's advice in the trash part of her mind and let it all hang 
out and enjoy! Her mother didn't mean anything like that with Ben, anyway. 
Her mother loved Ben. Jealousy flared in her young heart. She put it out 
because she had Ben here and now and she could hardly wait for the next 
wonderful, wildly exciting feeling to happen to her body! 

She heard his wild gasps for breath and smiled to herself. She was a woman 
and she excited this man. How neat! How adult! 

Donna shook wildly as his big, hot hand slipped between her sweltering 
thighs. She was slightly embarrassed that her pants were dampish. He would 
probably think she had wet them . .. and she had not! She did not know what 
had happened down there, but she did not like feeling wet. Sort of like a 
naughty little girl who had wet her pants and that was not nice, her mother 
had told her so when she was a child. 

"Hmmmmmmmm, feels so good and hot and damp," Ben whispered hotly into her 
ear. 

Donna flinched at his words. She didn't think she should feel hot and damp. 

"What's the matter, honey? You afraid of me?" he asked drawing his head back 
to look her full in the eyes. 

She shook her head. 

"What's the matter? Don't you like my hand down there?" 

"Yeah, but.. . what you said ... hot... dampish ... I don't know .. ." she 
stammered. 

"That's a good way to feel, baby. I like it. That's the way it should be," 
he soothed. 

"Really?" she asked, relieved. 

"Really," he smiled. "Just relax. If something's wrong I'll tell you. Just 
enjoy yourself and feel good. Relax, honey." His voice was so soft and low 
that she felt the vibrations from him clear through her chest. 

"What're you gonna do to me?" she asked shyly. 

"Whatever feels good to you," he assured her. 

"I don't. .. know ..." she quivered. She did not want to appear so dumb, but 
she could not help it, she was dumber than hell when it came to men and sex 
and all that. She was just getting into sex education at school and nothing 
had been mentioned about the feelings she was having. She might not be 
feeling the way she should .. . she didn't know. 

"Will you please relax. If you don't like what I do, tell me and I'll quit. 
I wish you would quit worrying. Everything's fine ..." he soothed. 

Ben picked up a note of fear from the way the young girl trembled in his 
arms. It had been so long since he had been her age. He could not imagine 
what she was upset about. He felt really funny, for even though he was 
fifty, he felt like fifteen, young, strong, virile, handsome with no lines 
of leathery age in his face. He was young again with this child .. . and he 
was dumb not to know she was afraid of his cock, for she had never seen one, 
didn't know what a cock felt like, how big it was, how long ... She was so 
inquisitive, yet afraid to openly ask him if she could see and feel, and 
afraid to let him go ahead and get all hot and bothered and maybe out of 
control. Ben did not remember the fears of a virgin, for it had been so long 
since he had had a virgin or been one, almost like another time and planet 
in space. 

"Are we . .. gonna do .. . it?" she asked, softly, in a whisper. 

"Only if you want to," he assured her. 

"I.. . don't know ..." she said, hesitantly. 

"Ahhhhhhhh, do you want to see what's in my pants? Is that it?" he asked. 

Donna nodded and felt her face blush beet-red. 

"I'm sorry, baby, for being so stupid. It's just that I haven't been with so 
young and inexperienced a girl for so long. You tell me what you want, and 
if I go too fast for you, stop me. Please, help me, honey, because I'm not 
sure anymore just how to treat sweetness like yours. Will you? I'm really 
sorry to be so dumb ..." 

Donna knew he took the blame to ease her tensions. He was so nice! She 
waited, making no effort to touch his fly. She let him unbutton his Levi's, 
reach inside his butt-hugger shorts and flip out his cock! 

Donna was astonished! Amazed! His penis did not look at all like the 
sketches in her sex education class! His stood up tall and straight, swack 
tight against his hairy belly and it did not have the dangling, swollen 
mushroom crown on it like she had expected! His cock was so different! 

Donna put her index finger on the soft, velvety foreskin and was absolutely 
amazed at the wonderful feeling. Soft! Like baby skin! Her finger traced 
over the top of his cockhead which barely showed from its nest in the soft, 
tender foreskin. Donna's fingers felt around his sturdy cock and she was 
horrified at the huge size of it. .. and the way it pulsated. That thing 
would never go inside her, she just knew it wouldn't. 

"It's sooo big," she awed. 

"Not really, honey. Maybe to you ... but there are men with a lot more than 
I've got," he assured her. 

The young girl fingered and felt and fondled and touched and her excitement 
zoomed through her quivering body. She was hot and her face felt feverish as 
she watched her fingers explore around his steamy, musky crotch. 

Ben had had it! He had to take things into his own hands or blow his sperm 
right there and he didn't want to cum . .. yet! He had only been tormented 
and teased by her innocence up until now. He pushed the young girl to her 
own side of the truck cab and leaned over her small body. He kissed her 
hotly, wetly, and speared his thick tongue into her mouth. "SUCK IT," he 
commanded between huffs and puffs of gasping breath. 

Donna was startled by his quick actions, his stabbing tongue. She had no 
idea of what he had in mind as he bodily pushed her up against the door. She 
felt the cold steel against her head, the freezing cold of the window on her 
cheek and was startled into alertness by the quick change of position and 
cold that hit her all at the same time. She could not move her head since 
his tongue was hot in her mouth, holding her face in one place while his 
fingers dug and pulled on her pants, lifted her small, rounded ass to get 
her pants all the way off of her while his mouth kissed, his tongue darted 
wildly and she was lost in his wild, frantic breathing, gasping, and 
movements. 

Her eyes were wide open! She resisted his hands pulling down her pants but 
her strength did not match his. She was cold and embarrassed to be 
half-naked while his hands separated her thighs. She could not handle this! 

"Sit right there!" Ben commanded, banging into the dash, kicking roughly 
against the floor, the door banging his pelvis against the steering wheel. 

So much noise, loud, banging! The rumblings of his boots against the floor 
board, his quick movement as he struggled to get between her wide-spread 
thighs, the cold hitting her bottom all of a sudden, her pants gone! Donna 
felt her head bang against the cold pane of glass as her body was moved, 
adjusted, and the big man's hand was on the pit of her belly that felt so 
gutsy, holding her in position as he slid down .. . down .. . down on her. 

Donna was astonished, startled, completely at a loss! She was moved, pushed 
up, slid to the side and planted firmly on her ass in just the right place 
... for Ben to kiss her belly, tongue into her navel, nibble hotly on down 
to her pussy hair! 

This was too much! Donna could not handle this action! She gasped hotly, 
tried to move and struggled to get free! She felt all wet in her virgin 
trench and was so unsure of herself, frantic with unknown emotions, nervous 
about her damp snatch, in a passionate frenzy! 

What was he doing to her? God! He had his tongue licking his lips nibbling 
into her pubic hair! My God! She was loaded with excitement like a highly 
explosive bomb ready to go off and not knowing just when or how or anything 
about it! 

Donna squirmed, slithered under his hot, saliva spewing mouth and could not 
escape what had to be bad! It felt so good! Had to be nasty! Burned into her 
soul, tormenting, agonizing, satisfying her down to her toes! Strange, new 
experience of having his tonguetip into ... her wet slit. .. tongue and 
nibble across her fluttering clit... nuzzle in her pink softness to nibble 
at her spasming snatch . .. tongue to her asshole, burrow into her 
quivering, shaking, hysterical twat slit. .. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she hissed, gasping for breath, trying to move her pelvis away 
from his mouth, pent-up emotions flaring wildly. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-MUUUUUUUUUUUU-TJUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM," Ben moaned hotly, 
licking, nibbling, blowing his hot, scorching breath up her sweet, tight 
snatch! 

Donna heard the truck door open and felt a shift in Ben's position as he 
backed his ass out of the cab, kept hovering over her half-naked body, kept 
his face full into her virgin, soft folds of pink labia, nipping on her 
rigid peak, sucking her juices into his mouth. She felt her legs spread 
wider with one heel up on the back of the seat and the other on the floor of 
the truck. His fingers held her lips wide apart, making her little, virgin 
clit more erect, and his face hot in her lush slit! She squirmed wildly, now 
knowing what she felt, but she had never felt so wildly frantic gutsy, 
frenzied, excited! Her head was feverishly light, her heart raced as she 
looked down her flat belly and saw his dark head bobbing between her legs! 

" AAAAAAAAA AAGGGGGGGGGGNN-NNNNNNNN ... OOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE-IIIIIIIIII, I 
CAN'T... STAND IT! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..." she screamed, twitching, moving 
her butt, slithering in his hands which were partly on her hips, partly 
spreading her labia, flat on her belly ... all over her! 

The wild sounds of sucking and slurping filled her roaring ears like waves 
with hot blood rushing from her pounding heart! She sweat! Squirmed! The wet 
sounds seemed to magnify, get richer, heavier sounding as he sucked into her 
wide-open trench, lathering her with his hot, thick saliva, wallowing in her 
sweet juices, burning his feverish face into the folds of sweet labia, 
tonguing into the cream and swallowing her juices, flicking his darting 
tongue across her jutting clit and circling around and around her spasming 
twat! 

Donna was hysterical with unknown, indescribable emotions! Her dark hair 
curled wetly to her pussy and inner thighs as he lunched, devoured her 
pussy! Sweet meat! Hot, wet, spasming, clutching, snapping at his digging, 
darting mouth and tongue! God, what a tongue! Magnificent! 

Donna was out of it! Wild with frenzy! Virgin, unstable emotions rumbled 
through her body igniting her to a fiery passion, urging her into the 
unknown land of ecstasy ... 

She felt his hot tongue circle her snatch, around and around, driving her 
wild! She doubled up with ecstasy, bliss, rapture when he stuck his tongue 
into her hole! Wiggled it! Sent her soaring to heavenly bliss! Fireworks, 
sky rockets, stars ... the whole shot blazed across her vision as her body 
was on fire, blazed, burned with unknown desires, lusts, cravings! 

She felt his hot face inch up her lower belly, kissing, tonguing, nipping at 
her hot flesh. On up he came lathering her young body with fiery kisses, 
keeping her highly pitched with lust and passion. She felt his hot mouth 
between her young breasts, on her neck, kissing, tonguing, nipping, nibbling 
on her ears, laving at her ears, one at a time with his thick, wet tongue 
... laying into her ears gobs of wet, drowning spit making her head ring 
with the waves of emotion and spit! 

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOD! E E E E IinmiOOOOOOO . .. 
NNNNNGGGGGG, UUUUUUUMMMMMM, IIIIIIIIEEEEEAAA. .. I FEEEEEEEEL IT!" she 
screamed, feeling his hot, blistering cockhead snubbed to her frothing, 
virgin hole. 

Ben nuzzled his flushed face to her ears, one side of her hot neck and then 
the other, while his hips dug from one direction and forced in the other 
trying to get his eager, throbbing, pulsating prick inside her virgin land 
of paradise. 

Every move the child made was sensuously erotic to the big man hovering over 
her virgin, inviting, stimulating pussy! He felt the nozzle of his cock 
inside her tight, taut twat! 

"HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM he managed to mutter heatedly, holding her body, 
pressing his over hers, engulfing her with his massiveness. 

"IT HURTS! IT HURTS! DON'T! IT HURTS!" she screamed hysterically. 

"Lay still, quit fighting it, relax ... don't make me pull out... I hurt so 
for you ... lay still... I'm not gonna hurt you ..." he gasped, keeping his 
cockhead in place, not moving it in and not yielding to her screams of 
pressured pain. 

"DONT! IT HURTS! I'M BLEEDING! GET OFF ME! GOD IT HURTS, IT HURTS... IT 
HURTS . . . SOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" she squealed in delight, fading 
into ecstasy. 

Ben humped his ass over hers and plunged hot into her sweet, tight, 
clasping, virgin tunnel and pumped it to her! Faster and faster he sawed his 
cock in and out, in and out of her super, sweet, lush twat, feeling her hot 
blood run down his eager, pulsating shaft! His balls smacked wetly to her 
wide-spread slit, wallowing in the buttery thick juice of her orgasm and 
blood! 

" A A A AAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG-GGNNNNNNNNNOOOOIIIIIIEEEEE . . ." she shrieked, 
falling from her high perch of passion into the glory of being swallowed up 
in engulfing orgasm, his hot hands, his stiff shaft, his total being holding 
her, enveloping her body inside his, holding, kissing, caressing . .. 
punching his rugged cock in ... out... in . .. out... in ... in ... in ... 
in ... grinding... in .. . grinding .. . in ... in, in, in, grinding, faster 
and faster, totally possessing her virgin cunt, grinding all innocence out 
of her tight, virgin twat! 

"Humph ... humph .. . humph ..." he grunted low in his throat. 

The rich smell of her juices and hot blood seeped to his nose, the wet 
slapping sounds of his testicles filled his ears, the heaven of her snatch 
... 

"UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAGGGGGNNNNHHHHHHHH . . . I'MMMMMMMM 
CUUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG," he whispered, rasped lowly in her ears, moaned hotly. 

It was like her head was hollow as the words of his hot passion resounded 
over and over in her head as her own flow of cum mixed hotly with his ... 

"I'M CUMMING... I'M CUMMING. .. I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING ... I'M 
CUMMING," over and over the words echoed through her dizzy, ringing head, 
her ears roaring with waves of his spit, hot breath, dizzily reeling her 
swaying head. 

Her nakedness, wet with sweat, was plastered tightly to his pelvic area. 

The young girl was limp, drained of all her juices, innocence, inquisitive 
ideas... She lay still under his big body and felt the quivering and shaking 
of his total being, the jerking, wiggling of his spewing cock, the wallowing 
in of his hot, drained testicles. Oh, his sweet balls burned so warmly into 
her cum drenched trench, burning, blazing into her bubbling, gurgling 
sweetness, owning her, loving her, completely possessing her snatch crack 
... 

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY BABYYYYYYYY, SWEET BABYYYYYYYYYYYY," he 
muttered lowly into her ear, kissing away the tears of fright and fear. 
"You're so sweet, so sweet..." 

Donna lay with his cock inside her, feeling the oozing of his sperm, loving 
the smell of his thick juice, adoring being held by this big man, basking in 
his heat, his love, his tenderness .. . She felt his cock shrink a little at 
a time, leaving more and more cum in its trail... loving his prick, 
worshiping his cockhead, loving all of him! 

She looked into his eyes and saw the dazed look across his used-to-be 
sparkling blue. He looked like a different person, smoldering, lustful, 
passionate in his orgasm. His tender hands caressed her body, slipped her 
bra up and off her jutting titties and she lost his sight as he put his face 
to her chest, burrowed hotly between her two warm breasts, licking hotly at 
the fleshy mounds of creamy white skin capped with pink rosy nipples ... His 
hot mouth opened softly, and tenderly he relished her ravishing breasts, 
enraptured by her captivating youth and beauty. His eyes were closed while 
he tried to nibble her warm, ample breasts, he was entranced, lost, 
nibbling, nipping to his heart's content on the most celestial breasts he 
had ever tasted, kissed, fondled. His thick lashes curled, his breath, 
singed on her naked flesh, his mouth wallowed on her lovely titties. 

Donna was so peaceful, almost in heavenly oblivion, feeling his cock shrink 
smaller and smaller inside her sweet snatch. She was flooded with his cum, 
locked in place by his cock, pressed warmly by his soft, wrinkled 
testicles.. . She was all aglow, squishy with pleasure, melty soft and warm 
by the luscious loving she had just gotten ... madly in love with a man old 
enough to be her father and then some. Oh, this wonderful neighbor with the 
tremendous warmth, the fantastic ability to make her feel like a real woman. 
Oh yes, Donna could see why her mother was mad for him.... 

Donna's supreme sacrifice of her maidenhead was sooooo worth it all! Ben was 
too good to be true, and yet Donna would share him with her mother. She only 
hoped he would not forget her soon. She adored him, his cock, his everything 
and the next time, if there was a next time, she would eagerly go down on 
him like he had gone down on her. There was nothing dirty or filthy about 
going down on anybody ... only excruciating, beautiful, fantastic, 
unbelievable joy and pleasure ... erotic splendor ... heavenly rapture, 
ecstasy! 

Donna cooled down to being rational about things and realized she was cold, 
very cold from the wind blowing in the truck door. Not shy anymore, for she 
had lost her cherry and been sucked and blown, she pulled her older lover up 
over her, and he dragged his limp cock over her face, so he got to the 
driver's side of the truck. As he dragged his spent prick, the young girl 
took nibbles of his hot flesh, licks of his spent cum, and nuzzled for a 
short, warm moment to his super soft testicles ... and he plunked down on 
the cold leather upholstery. 

"Brrrrrrrr," he shuddered, rubbing his hands together, starting the motor 
and the heater. 

Donna looked at her master, worshipfully, adoringly. She took his hands in 
hers and kissed them, the palms, the fingers, between the sturdy fingers ... 
licking, tonguing them. 

She looked into the face of her bronzed idol, all glisteny and shining with 
sparkles from her trench juice. He had to be the best lover! 

CHAPTER SIX 

Diane spent the next few days in bed .. . alone! Nothing to get up for. No 
lover waiting for her. Her life had dropped out of existence. She cried and 
wept tears of remorse, sorrow. God, she could not give her daughters to Ben 
and she could not tolerate life without him ... so she mourned and cried. 

Young Debby felt so sorry for her mama. She wished she could get Ben alone, 
but he seemed quite occupied with his work and his wife was always around. 
Her style was slightly cramped. How could she ever get Ben alone and do 
whatever he wanted her to do to make mama happy if she never saw him alone? 
Debby wanted to help mama, but seemed unable to get close enough to Ben to 
even let him know she would do . .. whatever. 

Donna smiled a lot and was gone more evenings than before ... to the library 
she said, to do homework, but Debby knew in her heart that Donna had a new 
boyfriend at school, or why else would she smile so much? 

Donna smiled. 

Mama cried. 

Debby tried to get Ben alone. 

Ben was so inspired by Donna's twat, he forgot about Debby and Diane. He 
sneaked to fuck the fourteen-year-old brunette and never suspected that the 
thirteen-year-old blonde was trying to seduce him, to captivate him, to 
allure him, to get him alone! Diane never entered his head at all. His wife 
never did, except he had to sneak to avoid her, he didn't want to get caught 
with a child, fucking. Maybe Diane would forgive him, especially if he gave 
her a good fuck and pleaded with her for she was so in love with him he 
could tell her anything and she would fall for his snow job ... But, his 
wife? Sarah was not interested in fucking but she would kill him if she 
actually caught him fucking anybody else especially a child. She would think 
he truly was a dirty old man. She thought so now, but if she saw him with 
Donna, she would know he was dirty, perverted, vile. His wife might kill him 
for he was worth more to her dead than alive, anyway. So Ben sneaked to fuck 
his little neighbor girl and she sneaked to fuck him and both of them were 
fuckingly happy, only Debby was after Ben for making her mother cry, and 
Diane could not find an established pattern to his behavior, anymore. Diane 
of course could say nothing to his wife and his wife said nothing to her, so 
everybody was foundering around with problems ... except Donna and Ben. 

Debby made up her mind that she would get Ben. She would do what he wanted 
her to do and then her mother would stop crying! Debby left for school 
earlier than usual that morning. Her heart was heavy with sorrow for her 
weeping mother. Debby had to do something! Her mother could not stay in bed 
crying for the rest of her life! Debby would help! The young girl slipped 
out of her mobile home, walked around the neighbor's and crawled in the back 
of Ben's truck and hid under a big tarp. She shivered as the mornings were 
still cold even though the days were warming up a little. She thought 
forever went past before she heard the truck doors slam and the motor start 
up. 

Debby didn't know exactly what she was going to do but at least she was 
started in doing whatever it was she was to do. She was in Ben's truck, but 
why had both doors slammed? Or did Ben slam his door twice? Why worry, Ben 
was driving the truck and when it stopped Debby would act on impulse, play 
it by ear. 

She bounced along in the bed of the truck under the tarp and tried to figure 
where they were by the turns and bouncy rocks or smooth pavement. She was 
about frozen within a very few minutes. Maybe she ought to bang on the cab 
window and ask him to let her inside the truck cab so she could thaw out. 
She was freezing cold! She knew they were well out of the park so she might 
as well tap on the window as to freeze her buns off in the back of the 
truck. The young blonde moved under the tarp and freed her head. Her long 
hair blew wildly in the wind, the icy air blinded her vision and made tears 
flood her face as she tried to get to the back window of the cab. Before she 
even got to the window, and while the wind played havoc with her face and 
blew torrents of cold, fiercely bitter wind through her hair, the truck 
stopped abruptly, the cab door opened and Ben was standing beside the truck 
bed. 

"What are you doing in the company truck?" Ben asked a bit harshly. 

"I'm so cold," Debby shuddered. 

"Come on over here and let me help you inside. Don't you know you're not 
supposed to be back here? This is the company truck and you might get hurt! 
It's too damned cold .. . look at you ... a freezing, shaking mess. Why 
aren't you on your way to school like you're supposed to be? What's gotten 
into you?" he asked, grabbing the youngster and lifting her out of the back 
of the truck. He held her close like a little baby and carried her to the 
cab. 

He tucked her inside the truck and banged the heavy, solid doors closed 
behind him as he got inside with her. 

Debby shivered, trying to get all of her long blonde hair out of her brown 
eyes. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and felt Ben's big 
hand over hers rubbing to warm her. The motor roared and the heater blasted 
hot air into the cab. She felt a body next to her on the passenger side and 
turned to look straight into the brown eyes of her sister. 

Donna looked frightened, her face white as snow. She just knew she and Ben 
had been caught by her little sister. Horror filled her shaking body, only 
her body did not shake from the cold, just the fact she was caught. She was 
slightly unhappy about her little sister being in the cab. Now Ben would 
probably take them both to school and Donna would not get his loving today. 
After all, she knew she did not want to get caught so he would not want to, 
either. As much as Donna loved the big man, she did not want her sister to 
know and she did not want to share him. She forgot that the reason for 
fucking Ben was to get him back to her mother. Now, all the young girl 
thought about was her own steaming crotch and she did not want her sister in 
on the act. She knew her lover would not think of doing it with both of 
them. Of course not. He loved her. .. and only her, she knew this. The 
young, innocent, jealous child had to own Ben all the way and had no 
intentions of sharing him with anyone and especially not her own sister ... 
and her mother never entered her thoughts. She thought only of her own 
happiness and not sharing it with anybody. She knew Ben felt the same and 
why was her sister in the truck, anyway? 

Ben tried to warm the little thirteen-year-old girl with his hands as he 
rubbed circulation into her with his big, warm palms. He took his big hands 
and rubbed up and down her legs sending warmth into her limbs and jealousy 
into her sister. 

"What were you doing back there? If you wanted a ride to school all you had 
to do was ask," he grunted, stroking her young body back to warmth. 

Debby looked at him, and then at her sister. She was a bit confused. "Are 
you taking Donna to school?" 

"Yeah, and you, too, it looks like," Ben huffed warm air as he worked to 
warm the little blonde. 

"I'm fine now. I feel warm enough," Debby smiled, feeling self-conscious 
about him touching her. She flushed red and knew she could not tell Ben why 
she was in the truck .. . not with her sister sitting right there. Besides, 
Ben would think she was dumb if she told him why she was in the truck and 
her sister would tell her mother even if she meant only to get Ben back with 
her mother. Debby could not say a word and she knew she was really stupid to 
have gotten into this position and, besides, she had been so cold. One thing 
she could say and that was that Ben had nice, hot hands and made her feel so 
good. She even felt good inside when he touched her. She got the same 
feelings as her sister did when she sat beside the big man in the truck .. . 
safety, security, and warmth. There was just something about the big man 
that meant everything was okay, no matter what was happening. He was almost 
like God to the youngster. She probably could whisper to him why she was in 
the truck and he might laugh a little, but his laugh was always warm and 
hearty and he did laugh a lot, anyway ... but Debby did not want her sister 
to know and tell her mother. Debby knew her mother would feel bad if she 
knew what she was doing . .. even if it was for her mother that she was 
doing it. Debby winced at the thought of her mother laying in bed, crying 
all the time. 

Ben acted indifferently warm to both girls. He would love them both, shelter 
them both, warm them both and take care of them. He did not act guilty at 
all. He acted like it was only natural for him to take one... or both girls 
to school whenever they wanted. He would not get caught at anything if he 
acted cool... and he did. Everything was normal, natural with him. It was 
only normal if he hugged one girl, or both. Just as normal as it was to 
tickle, to laugh, to romp and play or take care of them in a protective way, 
and if in the process of one thing or another he happened to touch a breast 
or thigh, no one could say anything because it was his very nature to be 
warm, loving, tender, and trusted. He naturally would mean nothing by a slip 
of the hand here and there, so who could pin anything on him? He'd had kids 
of his own and had grandchildren and it was normal, natural and sweet of him 
to be such a tender, nice man. 

If he was tender and sweet and hugged everybody, who could say when he meant 
to fuck and go further? He would just shrug his shoulders and walk away if 
any insinuations were made. He was just a nice man who loved kids and people 
. ..except in his heart he loved all females and he knew he got his jollies 
from a stray touch here and there. He also knew he had a constant hard-on 
and would fuck at the drop of a hat.. . any hole, any snatch. He still 
managed to give the illusion of being like a friendly puppy, completely 
trustworthy, nice, and make each female feel like she was the only woman in 
his life while he had many in the background. 

"Feel warm?" he smiled at Debby, his blue eyes crackling with deviltry. 

She nodded. She sat snuggled nice and warm between him and her sister. 

Ben fired up the engine and threw in the clutch and shifted the gears and 
off the three of them lumbered down the road in the company pickup. 

Debby wanted to talk to Ben and tell him to please make her mother stop 
crying. The words caught in her throat as she looked shyly at her sister who 
was upset with her. 

Donna wanted to fuck Ben. She had before and she did not want her sister to 
interfere with her plans for the big man. Her young heart raced with love 
for Ben and she wanted to feel his big strong arms around her, making 
everything fine and exciting and thrilling. 

Ben drove with a wicked smile on his face. Here he was with two young girls 
in the truck. Man, oh, man could he have fun with two young snatches! His 
ruggedly handsome features seemed to laugh all over, the deeply embedded 
wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled openly and 
drove on. His pants were tight over his cock. He felt the thrill of touching 
Debby. She would be his next conquest. He didn't give it a thought that 
Donna was in the truck, too. He had never run in fear and he would not be 
intimidated now. He had a chance to make another virgin child and he would 
do it. Donna would just have to either look on, join the party or leave. Ben 
knew she would not leave because he had her securely in his grip of love and 
tenderness. She would just have to understand that he meant to spread love 
and joy all over the world. He would make her understand if he could and 
then he would have two teeny-boppers to fuck. He knew young girls got 
carried away with their emotions and were slightly difficult to deal with 
because they all thought their first fucker was the love of their lives, but 
Ben would make Donna know she was being truly noble to share his cock with 
Debby or anybody else that came along. Ben would not be tamed or possessed! 
He never had been and he wouldn't start now, he couldn't! Something in his 
spirit made him a free soul, never to be owned, possessed, manipulated. He 
was a wild, free uninhibited being and always would be . .. free to love and 
live in his own special manner. That was Ben! Free! Untamed! Untied! For he 
would surely die, wither and blow away if he ever lost his freedom. He was 
special with his love, special with his sharing. He did not expect to own 
anyone and no one could own him. It was his nature, his very being to fly 
freely from flower to flower and spread his love, warmth, and joy. 

"My, my, my," he said in his low, sexy voice. "Here I am with the two 
sweetest little girls in the world and I have to part with them just as soon 
as I get them to school. Such a shame...." 

Each girl had her own thoughts. Donna wanted to fuck him and Debby wanted to 
do whatever was necessary to help her mama. Both loved the stocky man who 
drove them on through the cold, brisk morning and neither really wanted to 
go to school. Donna knew that being with Ben was much more thrilling than 
any old school class and Debby had to talk to him ALONE! 

"What time do you girls have to be at school? I thought I'd stop a minute at 
this guy's house and have a cup of coffee and you girls could have some hot 
chocolate ... if you weren't in too much of a hurry." 

Both girls shrugged shoulders. Neither really wanted to go to school. 
Neither of them liked school that much, even though they both got good 
grades. There was just something stimulating, exciting about being with this 
big man that sort of discolored the rest of the world. 

The girls looked at each other mentally asking of each other if the other 
would squeal. The girls both knew they would rather go with Ben to any place 
rather than go to school and neither would tell mama about the day and, 
besides, each young girl had her own plans for the day ... and Ben. 

Excitement stirred through the girls as all three of them got out of the 
truck and the girls followed Ben to a motel room. They heard the rough 
pounds on the door and then the girls and Ben waited. 

Donna and Debby were all excited about everything, the brisk air, the idea 
of being at a less-than-nice motel with the big man, even though they both 
knew he would not let anything happen to them, the very idea of being in a 
place like this cheap place was different and thrilling. The people who 
happened to walk by or go to a car or to the office looked strangely rough, 
like somebody from skid row or what they imagined people like that would 
look like. They didn't know because they had never been to that part of 
town, but their imagination ran wild at this new experience. They did see 
the motel maid as she went about her work of emptying booze bottles and 
trash. She walked in and out of the rooms with dirty linen, clean linen, 
bottles, trash, and cleaning rags. Even she looked like whore-bait to the 
innocent girls. She had frizzie red hair and makeup that appeared to be 
lathered thickly all over her face, complete with fire-red lipstick. 

The motel maid looked at Ben, smiled and waved from down the line of rooms. 
It seemed that she knew him but that was dumb. Ben wouldn't know her, oh, 
maybe he spoke to her if he was used to coming over here, but that would be 
only out of his niceness. Ben would not hurt anybody's feelings. 

Donna and Debby huddled in the cold and got closer to Ben as if they were in 
great danger, which they weren't. Both of them felt secure as they stayed 
close to the big man. He was their protector. 

The door finally opened to the motel room and another construction worker 
appeared at the door with his hard-hat in his hand. 

"Girls, this is Fred," Ben said, winking at Fred. Everyone said hello and 
Fred looked at Ben in a strange way. 

"We thought you'd have the coffee pot on," Ben said, grinning. 

"Oh, I'm out of coffee right now," Fred said absently as he looked the young 
girls up and down, blazing his stare into their crotches and breasts. 

'Then, why don't you go and get some?" Ben winked. 

"Oh! Oh, yeah, I could do that..." Fred said, walking out the door, turning 
to look quizzically at the two young girls and stumble out to the truck. He 
grabbed the keys when Ben threw them through the air. 

"Come on in, girls. We'll just sit and wait for a while," Ben said lowly, 
holding the door open for the two youngsters. He managed a last smile at the 
motel maid before he disappeared inside and closed the door behind him, 
locking it securely. 

"What a mess!" Donna exclaimed. 

"Not as nice as home?" Ben asked, slipping out of his heavy sheep-skin-lined 
jacket. He tossed the jacket on the swivel rocker in the corner. 

"Why would he live in this place?" Debby asked wrinkling up her nose. 

"He's got a wife and some kids in another state. He's here for work and as 
soon as his wife sells their house she and the kids'll be out here. Then 
Fred'll get a place for his family, but right now he wants to save money and 
it's hard to do if he's trying to make payments on the house back home and 
still live out here, you know. I gotta take a leak, I'll be right back," he 
said and went into the bathroom. 

The girls heard his piss hit the toilet water, and he sprayed a long time 
like a horse. 

"What were you doing in his truck?" Donna asked her sister in a loud, raspy 
whisper. 

"What were you doing?" Debby whispered back. 

"I was going to get a ride to school. What were you doing in the back of his 
truck? He never takes you to school!" 

"How do you know? How many times has he taken you to school?" 

"Lots of times," Donna said haughtily. 

"La-tee-da. You don't own him or his truck. I just wanted a ride to school 
because it's so cold out," Debby said. 

"Why were you in the back of his truck then? He didn't know you were back 
there or that you wanted a ride to school," Donna said putting her hands on 
her hips and acting strangely like a mother quizzing her child. 

Debby shrugged her shoulders. 

"What did you have in mind for Ben?" Donna demanded. 

"Whatever it would take to make mama quit crying!" Debby blurted. 

Donna sank down on the unmade bed. "Yeah," she said quietly, remembering 
mama and all the tears and the phone call both of them had overheard. 

"We gotta do something," Debby said desperately. 

"Yeah, I know," Donna agreed, not wanting to remember poor mama, not wanting 
to share Ben with anybody, and suddenly realizing just how selfish she had 
been all these weeks. 

"When he comes out of there, I'm gonna just ask him what he wants because 
that phone call said something about both of us girls, remember?" Debby 
asked her older sister. 

"I remember," Donna said regretfully. She was shaken in that remembrance. 
Her mother had said something about her girls, which would imply both of 
them. Donna did not want her mama to cry, but she did not want to face up to 
the fact Ben must have said something about both girls, and after all, it 
was all for mama that both girls were even in this sleazy motel room 
listening to Ben's piss hit the water and waiting for him to come out of the 
bathroom. Donna knew what Ben wanted with both of them, for she had fucked 
him so many times before. She looked at her sweet little sister and knew how 
her mother had felt back that day. Donna did not want to share Ben and she 
did not want to see her sister lose her virginity. Why, she did not know, 
she just didn't. Sure it was lots of fun to fuck but Donna just could not 
imagine her little sister with Ben's face in her snatch. Donna was only one 
year older than her thirteen-year-old sister but she had always taken care 
of her and she still felt like she should. She knew Ben would not hurt 
Debby. Donna just could not bare to think Debby was not going to be as pure 
after this day as she was this morning. It was really strange because 
fucking had gotten to be a very important part of Donna's life and she could 
see nothing wrong with it, actually she loved it, but she did not want her 
sister to grow up. It wasn't just that she did not want her fucking Ben, she 
did not want Debby to fuck anybody, not even Fred, nobody. Debby was a 
child! Donna was a woman! 

If Debby did not fuck Ben, mama would cry alone. If Debby did fuck Ben, mama 
would cry because her two little girls had fucked her man and Donna would 
cry, too, having to share Ben with everybody. There was no winning for the 
girls and it seemed as if Ben would win no matter which way things went. 

The girls looked at each other. 

"For mama," Donna said, feeling the pain in her chest and the lump in her 
throat. 

"Yeah, for mama," Debby agreed, not knowing what she was agreeing to. For 
mama she would do anything. 

Ben came out of the bathroom buttoning his Levi's, smiling as usual. He 
thought how fortunate he was to be in this motel room with two such sweet 
young girls. His blue eyes looked at his familiar fuck, Donna, and smiled 
knowingly. He looked openly at her younger sister and he was pleased at what 
he saw of the little blonde. Sweet, innocent, lovely youth looking back at 
him with dark eyes, innocently asking questions of him without saying a 
word. He smiled warmly at little Debby and patted her on the fanny. 

"Take your coats off. We'll be here for a while," he said spending all his 
attention on the youngest sister, making the older sister feel left out and 
neglected. 

Ben sat down on the edge of the rumpled bed and sighed. He punched Debby in 
the ribs and made her laugh even though she didn't feel much like it. 

"Why so quiet?" he asked, tickling her young body and making her double up 
with laughter. 

Debby giggled and gasped for breath as the big man romped after her on the 
pile of blankets at the foot of the bed, tickling, teasing, and touching her 
young, warm body with his large hands. 

"Glad you finally got warmed up," he laughed, tickling her closer and 
dangerously closer to her young, firm breasts. 

Debby squealed, rolling around on the bed laughing hysterically. 

Donna watched from the other side of the bed, trying to control her 
jealousy, thinking only of mama. Damn! She knew what was going to happen and 
apparently she was either going to help Ben with her little sister, or 
possibly that Fred guy would return with the coffee. She knew her time of 
owning the husky, older man was over. She felt heartsick! For mama she would 
endure this sacrifice and then for mama both of the girls would have to make 
the supreme sacrifice of giving Ben back to mama, which is how it all had 
started out in the first place .. . only nobody would ever be the same 
again. The virgin girls would not be, they would be young women who knew 
about fucking. Mama would be sick if she ever found out about Ben and her 
daughters and Sarah would be cheated one more time by the three women from 
next door. Donna could see it all and it was happening and there was nothing 
she could do to stop the rolling, building ball of wild, growing, untamed 
emotions. ... 

Debby rolled and giggled and tossed and turned, feeling Ben's big hands 
groping on her young body. She liked the feeling of playing with him and the 
warmth of his hands sent her body spinning in fiery emotions. 

She felt thrilled and electrically charged when she felt his big hands touch 
her little breasts ... for a split second. She wondered if he knew he had 
touched her private part. Whether he did or not, the young girl knew! She 
felt nasty and wicked while at the same time she liked it! It was kinda 
embarrassing to have her sister in the room watching because if Donna wasn't 
there, Debby would turn so his hands touched her longer. She liked the 
feeling of shooting sparks in her body and his hands made her feel loaded 
with sparks, scorching through her. 

Ben knew. He was very sure of the way he manipulated the young girl. He put 
her where he could brush his hands across her in a way he could find out if 
she was willing or not without showing his full hand of tactics. Since she 
did not seem to mind, he would go a little further with the young blonde 
child. 

He managed to romp and play with her and have her roll into his hold so that 
his big hand was at her pussy. When she stopped rolling, her pussy was in 
his hand and he wiggled his fingers between her legs, high on her thighs 
right at her pussy, feeling her warmth, her delicious dampness. 

He had a rock hard-on! He moved his fingers pushing, prodding into her 
pussy, loving her sweetness, her young and tender, virgin twat! 

Debby lay in his arms, gasping, giggling, and feeling his big hand between 
her thighs. She had never felt so short of breath before, so excited, so 
vile and nasty and vulgar. Gutsy! She burned with excitement as his fingers 
worked between her legs and she felt hot, wicked and, oh, so good! She liked 
what Ben was doing to her! Her sister could not see his hand on her pussy 
because her body was over his hand. Debby would let him know she liked it so 
that sometime in the future when Donna was not around she could do ... what 
Ben wanted so mama would not cry anymore. 

Ben knew he could make this kid and he knew he had made the other one. His 
heart thumped roughly in his chest as his cock got longer and harder! His 
prick belted lust into his lower gut. His testicles were up tight under his 
steaming, pulsating cock as his pants tented more and more with the pressure 
of his hard cock! 

His smoldering, dull blue eyes looked at Donna passionately. 

She came to him like the moth to the flame! Willingly, eager, happy to crawl 
into his grasp. Fiery passion welled up in her young body. She was anxious 
to give her snatch to her lover, happy that he had not forgotten her! Eager 
to feel his hot hand on her young body, she snuggled to his other side and 
felt his hand on her pussy, digging, prodding at her crotch. 

Debby watched. It was apparently open season on Ben and he was only too 
happy to oblige both girls as he lay on his back with a hand between both 
pairs of legs feeling both hot, little twats through their jeans . .. and 
moaning, grunting his lust, his aching balls, his erect cock! His breath was 
short, hot, heavy. His fingers slipped up the flat bellies of both girls, 
crawled inside their pants to feel both soft, warm bellies. 

Oh! More heaven than he should have! God! Two young snatches! A virgin twat 
and one that he had taken her maidenhead! He would take the other cherry 
just as soon as he could without rushing her, scaring her, or hurting her! 
One more time he had to use unbearable control! 

"OOOOHHHHH, EEIIIGGNN, HHHHMMMMM, SOOOO GOOOOD," he muttered, sliding his 
fingers down inside both pairs of pants to both damp nests of pubic hair. 
"OOOOOHHHH, MYYYYYY GOD!" 

He closed his sparkling, devilish eyes which smoldered with desire and 
lapsed into ecstasy, his fingers poking and prodding both eager, dampish 
young nests. He had never had it so good! He felt the silky smoothness of 
sweet young labia, the soft little folds of sleek skin wet with dewy desire, 
the little patches of darkish hair and blonde hair barely covering the puffy 
sweet skin, almost as fresh and white and soft as a batch of rising bread. 

Automatically his hips began to punch his covered cock up and down as he lay 
between the two young girls on the bed feeling them up. His Levi's tented as 
his cock got longer and longer, pounding, pulsating, beating harshly his 
lustful desires! 

Young, experienced Donna could hardly wait! Her slender hips rotated against 
his firm, solid hip as he dug his fingers into her slippery slit. She felt 
his firm, thick fingers slide into her cunt crack to ease across her 
fluttering clit! Thrills shot through her hot body with his every touch to 
her erotic peak! The young girl shook, shivered with passion just waiting 
for his next wonderful move and loving what he was doing now! To her, this 
man was one fantastic thrill after another! Her sweltering body shimmied 
closer to his hip letting his finger delve into her creaming snatch. She 
felt her spasming twat nibble on his fingers as she slowly felt the heat of 
passion swelter through her young, eager body! 

Debby was not sure of what to do when she felt his fingers inside her 
panties. She raised her blonde head to look at her sister on the other side 
of the big man's heaving chest and saw her sister yield to him and his every 
movement. Debby lay with her cascade of soft blonde hair falling from her 
pretty head and watched her sister close her eyes in bliss and smile an 
almost erotic smile of happiness as she banged her pelvis against his 
prodding, digging hand. Debby knew that that was the thing to do since her 
older sister did it, so she lay back down resting her head against his 
strong shoulder and relaxed into the moist wonderful experience of her young 
lifetime. She felt his thick fingers touch her most private parts and knew 
her mother would never approve of this, but her sister did, so Debby let it 
all hang out to this man. 

Strangely new and fantastic things happened inside her young body as he 
touched her sweet pussy. She felt hot and her sweltering twat boiled over 
with juices to lather her slick slit. Her snatch wiggled and spasmed hotly 
as his fingers slid into and around her juicy slit. She felt his finger 
slide around and around her tender, touchy peak and the youngster thought 
she would explode with excitement! She had never felt anything so exquisite 
before. Her emotions did flip-flops through her young, shaking body as she 
felt his rough, callused fingers tweak her clit! 

Debby spiraled into ecstasy right then and there, feeling his fingers dig 
and probe into her virgin twat, wiggle up her sweet, hot virgin tunnel of 
love and poke harshly as he spread her twat and tried to force another 
finger inside to stimulate her still further into heavenly rapture. The 
young girl pushed her pussy hard against the palm of his hand and felt his 
finger slip into her vagina just a little further as she did it and she felt 
sooo hot and sooo good! 

"UUUUUMMMM . . . TWO SWEET . .. TWATS... OOHHIIGGN ... SOOOOOO HOT AND TIGHT 
. .. UUUMMMMMM ... LOVE TO . .. TOUCH . .. FEEL . .. HOT .. . TIGHT . . . 
HOLES... YOUNG, SWEET GIRLS... OOOIIIEEE," Ben mumbled sort of out of his 
head with wild lust and the very wonderful position of having two cunts to 
fuck, both young and so tight around his fingers, clasping, spasming, 
grabbing. He knew how wonderful each luscious cunt would feel wrapped around 
his thick, pulsating cock! He could hardly wait to stick it to one of these 
precious twats! 

He would have to wait and take time with Debby since she was so young and 
the virgin, but he would not have to wait for Donna. She knew his cock so 
well and he was torridly hot and his cock banged against his belly for 
instant release! 

Both girls were startled as he whipped his hands out of their pussylands and 
ripped open his fly, stuck his fingers inside and pulled out his rigid cock 
with one hand as he squirmed out of his pants with the other and kicked off 
his heavy boots at the same time. His big body lumbered over Donna's 
flinging her over on her back at the same time with an easy movement. 

Debby tried to see his thing. She was all hot and flustered and inquisitive 
about this whole bit. She moved her young head down to her sister's hip and 
tried to see the big man's sex organ. She put her head flat on the sheet and 
looked between the two pelvises ... and saw it! Wow! A real live thing! 

His thing looked so big and long! It jerked quickly as he moved it closer to 
her sister's spread snatch! His hand was on it guiding it right to ... 

Debby couldn't see anymore, so she crawled down the bed and between his 
legs, as she crouched on the floor looking up her sister's snatch, she saw 
his big, bloated balls hanging and his cockhead snubbed to her sister's 
spasming hole. The gigantic cock inched inside her sister's hot, leaking, 
sparkling, juicy twat and Debby saw the thing disappear inch by inch inside 
her sister's twat until all the thirteen-year-old virgin could see were the 
big, full balls snug up against her sister's wide-spread slit. Debby saw his 
flexed buns right before her eyes, his hot nuts against her sister's spread 
crack and thrilled as he started pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, 
forcing his big cock in, in, in and then retracting the shaft, all slippery 
and glisteny with her hot juice. Debby felt wildly wicked as she crouched on 
the side of the bed with her hot, flushed face almost at his asshole. She 
watched as best she could his every puncture, penetration and slow, 
deliberate withdrawal. .. almost out of the young twat, but definitely not 
out, and then the swift plunge of his pulsating, jerking cock back inside 
her warmth, her coddling tightness and his glory! 

"OOOOUUUUU!" Debby uttered as she watched his big cock jam in and out of her 
sister's oozing hole. The child did not think his big whang would fit into 
her sister's tight little hole and she wouldn't have believed it if she had 
not seen it with her own eyes right up so close between his legs that she 
could smell the juices of her sister's twat and the musk of his spread 
thighs, all hairy, sturdy on his bent knees hovering over her sister's 
spread twat. His dangling balls bounced in front of her eyes and banged 
wetly against her sister's leaking slit. 

Debby had never looked up her sister's twat before and the sight of the 
pinkish red folds of her labia, her clit and her hole were fascinating to 
the younger sister. The first sight of a man's cock was thrilling and when 
he put them both together ... AWESOME! 

Debby sizzled in her own juices as she watched as best she could see around 
his dangling, bouncing, bobbing testicles. She saw his gigantic prick 
disappear into her sister's tight, stretched hole and then drag almost out 
again as he humped the young girl under him. She smelled the sweetness, the 
heavy aroma of fucking and absently licked her young lips as she eagerly 
watched the fucking session. She was aware of her sister's legs up around 
his waist clamped tightly so that as he plunged deeply into her slippery, 
dribbling twat, her whole ass seemed to come up off of the bed and her 
asshole was visible to young Debby. 

The child got so engrossed with the fucking sight that she had to see more 
of that big cock sliding in and out, in and out and before she knew it, she 
had put her fingers to his testicles and moved his fully loaded balls to the 
side so that she could better see the whole fucking procedure! 

Ben felt the young, hot fingers on his balls and simmered at the scorching 
breath that blasted at his asshole ... He burned, blazed with delight as he 
imagined the young face hot at his asshole. He hurriedly jammed in his cock 
to the sweltering, boiling hot box and proceeded to gyrate, grind his prick 
in, in, in while he felt the young fingers on his testicles holding his 
balls to the side, he fucked, fucked, jammed in his pulsating prick and felt 
the trickle of her juices down his harsh, stiff cock and bubble out into her 
wet, squishy slit! 

His voice was hot and low in Donna's ear as he muttered, "I'M FUCKIN' YOU, 
FUCKIN' YOU AND YOUR SISTER'S HOT FACE IS ON MY ASSHOLE, I'M FUCKIN' THE 
SHIT OUT OF YOU AND YOUR SISTER'S BREATHIN' UP MY BUTT! GODDAMN, I NEVER 
FELT SOOOOO HOT, SOOO GOOOOOD, AND I'M FUCKIN', FUCKIN' THE HELL OUT OF YOUR 
TIGHT SNATCH-BOX! UUUUMMMMM . . . SO GOOOOOOOD AND YOUR SISTER'S HOT BREATH 
IS BURNIN' A HOLE IN MY ASS. .. HOT LITTLE BITCH . .. SHE WANTS MY COCK, 
TOO! AND HERE I AM HUMPIN' YOUR SWEET PUSSY HOLE, HHHHMMMMM. .. YOU FEEL SO 
HOT, SO GOOD, GOD! TIGHT LITTLE FUCK HOLE! GOOD AND HOT AND TIGHT JUST FOR 
ME . .. HUMPH ... HUMPH . .. HUMPH ... HOT BREATH ON MY BALLS . .. GOD... I 
CANT TAKE MUCH OF THIS. .. TWO HOT LITTLE ASSES . . . HMMMMMMMM ... LIKE 
FUCKIN'. .. LOVE FUCKIN' HOT LITTLE GIRLS... CUNTS ALL EAGER AND TIGHT... 
TAKIN' ALL MY COCK . .. WAY UP INSIDE . .. OOOOOHHHH, I FEEL YOUR CUM... 
IT'S ALL OVER MY COCK . .. LEAKIN', BURNIN', DRIBBLIN' DOWN MY SHAFT... YOUR 
CUM'S BURNIN' MY COCK! OOOOHHHHH... AHHHH, MY GOD! I'MMMMMMMM CUMMIINNN' ALL 
OVER YOU! IN YOUR HOT, TIGHT, LITTLE CUNT . .. FEEL IT? FEEL MY CUM? OH 
GOD!" he shook, trembled on top of the quaking girl who had just blasted off 
her jism to him was now taking his cum hot and full into her juicy, 
clenching twat! 

Ben shoved his cock in tight as jolt after jolt of hot cream belted into 
Donna's hot, burning snatch. 

She clamped her legs tighter around his waist and raised up her fuck hole to 
his jabbing cock for more, while she jerked and spasmed her own orgasm! 

Debby was right there watching it all, the fucking cock, the wet, cummed 
balls and she felt the oozing cum on her own fingers as she held his 
testicles to the side while he ground in his jamming prick! She fingered the 
hot, wet nuts and felt the slick smoothness of the flowing orgasm, the soft 
now-wrinkled skin of his balls, and she just could not hold back ... she 
felt her sister's slick, satin like snatch-crack, all gooey with rich, 
lathering cum from both of them! 

Debby was simply amazed at the squishing noises, the suctioning sounds, the 
deep thrusts of his cock and it awed her that her sister's little fuck hole 
could take all of his jabbing cock. The way his balls smacked wetly to her 
sister's cunt, his full testicles, his jamming cock, her sweltering hot-box, 
the rich, heavy smells of juice and now cum ... All of the fucking procedure 
thrilled Debby and she could hardly wait to try it for herself! She wanted 
to feel that big thing with the swollen head jam up inside her hole ... 

Debby became aware that her own slit was wet with juices and the pounding m 
her chest thrilled her, her little clit was bobbing hotly in the stream of 
liquid that came bubbling hot from her own twat! It seemed as if her whole 
bottom was wiggling with the heavy spasms of her little snatch. Her 
breathing was one short gasp after another . . . as she eagerly took in the 
fucking sight from between his thighs, looking straight up her sister's 
crotch and watching each fierce jolt, jam, thrust in of rigid cock and 
sputter of juice and leak of cum ... 

God, what a thrill for the young girl! She could not figure how it could 
happen ... the big cock in the little hole ... but she had seen it and if 
her sister could do it, so could she! 

The child was lost in, wrapped up in, engrossed in fucking. She had seen it 
done and she wanted to try it! 

Debby was so dismayed when, at long last, the once-huge, throbbing prick 
just sort of dropped out of her sister's twat... short, limp, wrecked out! 

"AAAAWWWWW, THAT'S TERRIBLE!" Debby moaned, slumping back to sit on the 
floor in despair. All gone! His cock was not the same and Debby thought that 
was it for the day. She had seen the show from a prize position and now it 
was all over .. . 

The child sat on the floor and was very unhappy. She looked at her fingers 
which by now were sticky with the dried cum. Her fingers seemed to glisten 
with the sparkling jism and invited her to take a lick ... so she tasted her 
first delicious cum right then and there! 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"AAAAWWWWW," Debby grumped, crawling back up on the bed. 

Nobody seemed to pay any attention to the child, so she stuck her lower lip 
out and groaned again. "I wanted to try it. I wanted to feel that big, long 
thing up me ... darn ... now look at it... it's almost gone ... It's not 
fair. Donna gets to do all the fun things and I don't!" 

She crossed her arms over her small chest and pouted. 

Ben moaned from his flaked-out position, flat on his back. "Give me a minute 
..." 

"You mean that thing between your legs will stand up again?" Debby asked 
happily. 

Ben nodded his tanned head, his closed eyes. This might prove to be more 
than he could handle but he would die in the attempt! God, two luscious 
young girls and he had saved the best for last... the virgin! The young, 
innocent, sweet virgin would get his cock next and she was ready! Eager! 

STAND UP, COCK! THE VIRGIN'S READY FOR A HOT FUCK! COME ON, BALLS! GET WITH 
IT! FILL UP WITH CUM! STAND UP STRAIGHT, COCK! I GOTTA FUCK THE VIRGIN! WOW! 
MAN! 

Debby looked at the way her naked sister lay beside the big man all snuggled 
in his arms, kissing the flesh of his chest, licking around his small 
nipples and jealousy flared in the younger child. She figured her older 
sister was hogging the man and his thing, and she better quit it because 
Debby wanted a chance at him, too! It wasn't fair to have an older sister 
because she got to do everything first! Debby pouted and watched the big man 
hug her sister with short, little, swift muscle spasms of his arm. She saw 
him flat on his back with his eyes closed, his thick black lashes curling 
while he gasped for air. Sort of like a fish out of water. She watched her 
sister's hand slip to his crotch and fondle his soft, warm wilted flesh, 
cradle his balls in her hand, caress his limp thing as if she loved that 
thing more than life itself. Debby saw her sister kiss Ben's nipple and edge 
on down his flat belly to the snarled, matted pubic hair. The younger sister 
watched intensely as her older sister licked into his dark, curly hair and 
tongued at his weak, limp shaft. 

Debby was thrilled at this new sight. She had no idea that her sister so 
loved that thing as to take it into her mouth and suck on it! God, she must 
really be in love with that thing and it must really make her happy to have 
her wallow it around in her mouth, sucking on it, tugging with her lips to 
stretch it and make it get long again almost before Debby's eyes. The way 
her sister fondled his ovals, caressed the soft wrinkles away so that his 
nuts were full again, swollen full and his thing, his shaft was long and it 
jerked in her warm grasp! she wasn't! Debby got a turn, too! 

The old sibling rivalry was hot and heavy as Debby took Donna's hand off 
Ben's cock and replaced it with her own. 

"It's my turn!" she screamed at her sister. 

"Okayyyyyy!" Donna screamed back, falling flat on her back glaring at the 
ceiling. "God, Debby, I was only working his prick up for you! I wasn't 
gonna do it again. I figured you wouldn't know what to do, you're so dumb!" 

"I am not!" 

The fight was on and words flew until Ben swacked them both on the ass and 
told them to shut up. He had enough cock for both of them! He smiled 
wickedly. He must have died and gone to heaven! He looked at the young, damp 
snatch he had just fucked. Good fuck! Now for the virgin, his dessert! 

"Are you ready?" Ben asked of Debby in a low, soft, sexy voice. 

Debby gulped nervously. She thought she was ready. 

'Take off your clothes," he said in a mellow voice. 

God, how embarrassing with both of them watching. She had forgotten just how 
closely she had watched them fuck. 

Debby slipped her sweater off over her head and heard Ben gasp as he looked 
at her small, firm titties and her erect little nipples. She was pleased 
that she thrilled him. She leaned over to tug her pants and panties off and 
her body was hidden behind the cascade of blonde hair so that when she stood 
up again, she was naked and a beautiful shock to the old man. He had almost 
forgotten the beauty of innocence and youth. He would have had an attack if 
it hadn't been for the fact that it was only a few short weeks ago that he 
had been shocked by Donna's youth and virginity. Where she was dark and 
sultry, this virgin was blonde and fair clear down to and including her 
sweet pussy. 

His mouth watered for a taste of her innocence! Such beauty and sweetness. 
God, he loved the young ones! They were so dainty, lovely, young and each 
sweet, young thing made him feel eighteen again instead of his fifty. 

His sparkling blue eyes dulled with glazed lust for this child who stood 
naked before him, eagerly waiting for his touch. He was more fortunate than 
many men ever hope to be . . . and he had it all right here within reach, 
and he took it! 

Debby stood nakedly innocent before the big man who sat on the edge of the 
bed. She saw the thick, sturdy thighs all covered with dark curling hair, 
his precious cock standing throbbingly tall against his flat belly, his full 
testicles resting on the sheet of the bed. The rest of his body was there 
but the child was captivated by his most private and personal parts. He was 
so different and this whole adventure was absolutely new and exciting to 
her, the very idea of seeing a nude man thrilled her. Her hot, little snatch 
simmered as she just looked at him. 

The young girl looked into his smoldering dull eyes which were" locked with 
the vision of her golden, shimmering pussy. She adored him, the strength he 
had, the fact he was a man! So different from her mother who was definitely 
feminine. This man was all masculine, every inch of him, his muscles, his 
body, his whiskers that were a stubble on his unshaven face, everything 
about him denoted manliness . .. and she loved being ogled by him. 

She watched him lean to her with his mouth ... open his mouth to nip gently 
on one rigid rosebud. The only physical contact... his mouth on her nipple. 
She thought her knees would buckle and she would fall if she did not pass 
out from her lightheaded feeling first. Oh, how she shook and trembled as 
his tongue flicked over her nipple and his warm lips encircled her rosy area 
on her breast. 

She wanted to collapse in his arms but he made no effort to touch her naked 
body. He just sucked on her nipple, tenderly moved to the other and tugged 
it inside his hot, wet mouth. She saw the glisten of his spit on her first 
nipple and shivered. She was so young and so inquisitive, she had to see 
everything, experience it all, feel every stimulating touch. Debby wanted 
the thrill of this moment to remember forever, her whole lifetime, so she 
concentrated the best she could on each new, strange erotic sensation. She 
wished he would put his arms around her to steady her shaking body, but he 
kept only his mouth on her nipple. She shuddered with hot excitement. She 
resisted the urge to touch his dark hair or run her fingers over his 
massive, strong shoulders. She was not sure what to do, so she did nothing 
but quiver and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. How much longer 
would he make her stand before him without reaching for her, taking her into 
his arms? 

Ben had more control now. This was his second orgasm about to happen. With 
the first orgasm he was hot and ready and with his third he could keep a 
hard-on for a very long time. Right now he was in the middle. He was 
excited, yes, thrilled! The virgin before him was so young, so inviting, but 
he could take it slow and easy with her because he could hold back himself. 
He tormented the child with his nibbling lips on her soft, warm breast. He 
did look down to her snatch and see her blonde pussy curl with dampness and 
he smiled as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. 

Debby thought an eternity of sparkling rapture had shot by before he moved 
his mouth from her nipple. .. down her small mound of hot flesh to her soft, 
warm belly. His breath singed on her flesh as he kissed down, down, down her 
goose-bumped flesh until his mouth was right at the top of her blonde, 
glimmering pussy hair. She shivered, quaked with feverish excitement. Her 
reeling head leaned to watch this man as he nosed into her golden fluff and 
touched her skin with his hot, darting tongue, blazing to the top of her 
snatch-slit. 

Debby was about to fall over with exquisite passion and was forced to grab 
onto his full head of hair with her slender fingers. She had to balance 
herself and the thrills she felt scorching through her body, she could not 
concentrate on balance at this time. Her legs were rubbery, her heart pulsed 
with passionate excitement and her eyes were big and round as she watched 
his dark head at her golden snatch-crack. 

She had seen her sister suck off his cock and the idea of his tongue in her 
twat sent ripples of wild, erotic lust through her sweltering body. She just 
knew she was going to fall into an unconscious heap at his feet. Everything 
he did to her with his tongue was divine, exquisite, shaking! 

Debby looked to the bed and saw her sister lying on her side holding her 
dark head up on her hand as her arm bent at the elbow. Her dark eyes were on 
Ben and his actions. Debby saw a fresh trickle of juice leak from her 
sister's cunt-slit and knew Ben was bothering her just as much as he was 
destroying her own confidence. Her sister was going right through every 
nerve straining action right with her and feeling every exotic emotion. 

Debby's virgin cunt oozed juice in the fevered excitement of having this 
man's hot, scorching tongue slip into her silky slit. 

"OOOOOUUUU!" she screamed hysterically as his tongue lapped into her 
fluttering clit. "MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT PLACE DOWN THERE? WOW! THAT TICKLES 
SO BAD!" 

"Do you want me to quit?" he asked through her muff of gold. 

"NO! IT TICKLES GOOD! I LIKE IT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE TO MAKE ME 
FEEL SO ... FUNNY?" she shrieked. 

Ben smiled to himself and licked into her pink crack, flicked her sensitive 
clit and shoved his tongue into her slit as far as he could and tipped her 
vaginal opening. She smelled so good to him. Her juices were delicious and 
he had to have more of her virgin twat! 

Debby felt his big, hot hands on her hips as he pulled her forward towards 
his body and he lay back, pulling her up on the bed to straddle his flushed 
face and give him all the access he needed to tongue fuck her hole! 

Debby was on her knees with her slippery snatch right over Ben's mouth. She 
felt his hot breath scorch up into her widespread crack. Her bottom twitched 
as her virgin vagina spasmed happily, eagerly waiting for his tongue. She 
shivered excitedly, her clit twitched. Her dizzy head looked down to see her 
golden pussy hovering over his mouth and she felt dirty, nasty. This was 
almost like when she had been little and showed her private parts to the 
little boy next door. She felt like a dirty little girl and not at all like 
an adult woman. She felt like she was playing nasty games with this old man 
and that was worse than playing with a little boy. She suddenly wanted out 
of this. She tugged to free herself and found that Ben had come too far to 
be turned off. 

HE WOULD NOT LET HER GO! HE HELD HER TIGHTLY WITH HIS HANDS ON HER HIPS! 

Debby looked at her sister who was nonchalantly sprawled on the bed. 

"Help me. I don't want to do this," Debby pleaded. "It's dirty." 

Donna smiled. "Tell me that when he's done with you." 

"Aren't you gonna help me?" Debby asked, begging. 

Donna smiled and closed her dark eyes to the whole thing. She wanted to be 
"dirty" with Ben but Debby had stuck her ass in and now she could just have 
him. He wouldn't hurt her anyway. She was just scared. She would sing a 
different tune after he had tongue-fucked her little sizzling twat. Debby 
had to do everything Donna did, so let her be scared. There was nothing to 
be scared about, anyway. Debby would soon know what she and Ben were doing 
was not dirty ... it was fabulous! 

Debby tried to crawl off of Ben but he had her scent now and would not be 
put off! His nose was in her pussy and he would have her! She struggled to 
get away from him and get her seat down where it should be so she would not 
be so indecently exposed to his smoldering eyes. No way. She could not move 
and his tongue on her fluttering clit was driving her frantically wild! 

She had never had such strange feelings in the pit of her belly. Her toes 
even tingled as she headed into her first sexual climax. She felt like a 
smoldering fire was in her cunt and it grew and blazed to slowly engulf her 
entire being with roaring flames of wild, uninhibited passion! 

Her fear was gone! All "dirty" thoughts disappeared and the young girl went 
wild ... fuck happy ... tongue fuck happy .. . she squatted down over his 
feverish face and felt his hot tongue slip and slide and slurp in her 
torrent of juices as she lowered her squirming snatch on his tongue! She 
screamed hysterically as she felt his tongue wiggle up inside her twat! 

Her body blazed with fiery emotions and her virgin twat spasmed hotly, 
hugging his digging, prodding, exploring tongue. 

She loved it! Adored it! 

Wild, demented, out of her head with wicked lust for this old man, the 
thirteen year old plunged her snatch down on his face and felt his breath, 
heard his snorts and gulps, felt the most wonderful, exuberant, exhilarating 
emotions ever possible! 

Debby tossed her blonde head back and a wild swish of long, blonde hair 
swirled over her angelic face. She looked down and the flaring cascade of 
hair covered her face. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his sides as she 
leaned back to grab him, thrusting her little titties into the air, plopping 
her widespread snatch-crack down harshly on his hot face. 

"OH, DO IT TO ME! DO IT! I CANT STAND THIS FEELING! IT'S ALL OVER ME! LIKE 
ANTS CRAWLING ON ME AND INSIDE OF ME! THE TINGLING! THE ITCHING! DO 
SOMETHING TO ME! STOP THIS FEELING I'VE GOT! I CANT STAND IT!" she screamed, 
feeling his tongue fuck sending chills and thrills of passion blasting 
through her body. Her emotions were taut! Her body was rigid with lust and 
anticipation! She was high on tongue fucking! She soared high, passions 
mounting, climbing, soaring to the sky! 

"HELP ME! I DONT KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME! HELP ME! I CANT STAND THE 
PRICKLES! THE HEAT! I HURT FOR... OH, DO IT TO ME! HIT ME! DO SOMETHING! I 
CANT STAND THIS! HEIGHT! HOT! DIZZY! GOD! MY SEAT IS GONNA TINGLE OFF! 
OOOOOHHHH . . . AAAAAHHHH!" 

Debby crumbled to a fallen heap of unconsciousness, while her young snatch 
spasmed hotly, creaming his face "with her sweet cum. She missed the wild 
licking and lapping of his experienced tongue as he tasted of her cum juice, 
sucked it in and swallowed it down. 

Ben pushed her body over to the side of him and lay her on her back. He 
would take her cherry now! It seemed he had one hot number here and he was 
not all that enthused about having her pass out so he would fuck her 
maidenhead and get it over with, and this one he ought to let alone. She was 
wild to the point of being freaked out by fucking. 

Donna looked at him as if to ask, and he assured her that her sister was 
fine, just too much excitement for her and she had passed out. 

"Are you gonna do it to her now?" Donna asked. 

"Before she wakes up," he assured her. 

"She'll miss all the feelings," Donna protested. 

"She's already had all the feelings. Look at her. Out cold. That scares me 
when some girl does that," he said. 

"Why? You said she was all right. Let her wake up and feel your prick, 
pleaseeee," she begged. 

"Maybe I can't wait," he said. 

"Hold back. Think about a cold shower. Hey, whatever happened to your friend 
Fred? He's been gone a long time," Donna said. 

"Yes, he has. Probably went on to work ... I'm doin' all right now, I'm 
cooled off a little," he said, patting her on the ass. 

Donna reached up and kissed him hotly, tasting of her sister's twat juice 
from his tongue. She kissed and licked his lips and got more of the woman 
flavor. Her damp kisses to his face made her taste and smell her sister's 
twat all over him. He had really laid into the young snatch-crack! He was 
covered with the dried lather from her slit. 

Debby slithered under his body and opened her glazed eyes. At the sight of 
him being kissed by her sister, Debby went crazy with jealousy. She lunged 
up only to be pushed back down on her back, have her thighs spread and he 
shot his cock to her tight, virgin opening! 

"OKAY, MY LITTLE HOT ONE! I'M GONNA FUCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU! YOU'RE 
SOMETHING ELSE WHEN YOU'RE HOT! I'M GONNA FUCK THE HELL OUT OF YOU! I'M 
GONNA HURT YOU! I'M GONNA RAM MY COCK UP INSIDE YOUR JUICY, HOT LITTLE CUNT 
AND FUCK YOU HARD AND HEAVY!" he grunted hoarsely. 

"DO IT! GIVE IT TO ME! HURT ME! I DONT CARE!" she screamed hysterically. 

Ben thrust! His cock penetrated deep inside the young girl with one wild 
heave. 

"AAAIIIEEE!" she screamed, wincing in pain. 

"Do you like that? Do you like my cock jabbing your cunt? Sawing in and out, 
in and out, thrusting up your cunt, dragging my cockhead to your vaginal 
hole, pushing my cock back inside your hot box . .. DO YOU LIKE BEING 
FUCKED! HARD, HEAVY, ROUGH FUCKING ... DO YOU LIKE IT? I'M GIVING IT TO YOU 
HARD! I WANNA HURT YOU! I WANNA MAKE YOU BLEED! I WANNA MAKE YOU CRY FOR ME 
TO STOP!" he yelled harshly into her ears making her head ring. 

"I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT! I'LL NEVER TELL YOU TO STOP! YOU CANT GIVE ME 
ENOUGH TO MAKE ME YELL! GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME MORE AND 
HARDER AND HARDER... I'M ALREADY BLEEDING... SMELL THE HOT BLOOD? I LOVE 
YOUR COCK, LOVE YOUR COCK . .. LOVE YOUR TONGUE . .. GOTTA HAVE YOUR COCK 
MORE AND MORE. .. HARDER AND HARDER .. . COME ON, BEN, FUCK IT TO ME!" she 
shrieked. 

"BY JESUS, I'LL MAKE YOU BEG ..." he snorted, humping her cunt like a 
maniac. "BEG ME TO STOP, YOU BITCH! SLUT, WHORE! TELL ME TO STOP! YOU 
GODDAMNED LITTLE FUCKIN' HUSSY!" he yelled, belting her with all he had, 
hard as he could, fast as he could . .. and still she screamed for more. 

Ben whipped his cock out of her no longer virgin hole, flipped around and 
splayed his legs over her head. 

Debby saw the bloody cock coming at her and her mouth watered. She opened 
her lips and took his cum-smeared, blood-soaked cock into her mouth, and 
with one fierce jam, he shoved his cock in and all the way down her young 
throat! 

Debby hugged his ass to her and pulled down to make his cock go all the way 
into her mouth ... all the way down her throat.. . jerking, pulsating, 
jarring her head with violent vibrations of hot blood running through his 
thick, blue veins to pound his cockhead into her very heart! 

She heard the words. .. even though her head reeled, spiraled, spun out. 

"COCKSUCKIN' BITCH! COCKSUCKIN' LITTLE HOT ASSED BITCH! SUCK ME! YOU'RE 
GONNA GET MY CUM IN YOUR GUT! OPEN THAT THROAT WIDE LITTLE GIRL, LITTLE 
COCKSUCKIN' GIRL 'CAUSE I'M GONNA SPRAY YOU WITH CUM AND PISS AND THE WHOLE 
BIT. . . TAKE ALL MY COCK . .. ALL MY COCK . . . ALL THE WAY IN.. .TAKE IT!" 

Debby felt her throat crammed full of hot, beating, pulsating cock and she 
loved it! When he put his face into her snatch and bit into her hot flesh 
she about creamed right there ... his tongue whipped in and out of her 
tight, clasping, clamping vagina, loud suction sounds racked into her head 
and she sucked his cock while he sucked into her sopping twat. 

"You're gonna cum in my mouth ... I feel your clit twitch ... I can taste 
your juices... cum in my mouth, cum around my tongue . .. I'm gonna hit you 
and hurt you until you lather my tongue with your cum . . . your sweet, 
delicious jism . .. cum ... or I'm gonna hit you harder with my belt..." he 
rasped, gulping down her lubrication juices, swing his hand to slam her on 
the flesh again and again and again. 

She felt so spread, so open to his face, his hot breath scorched into her 
squishiness, his tongue dug around her spasming cunt, ringing and reaming 
her young, tight twat. The sound of flowing juices mixed with his spit 
engulfed her ears, her ringing head ... as he lunged his shoulders against 
her thighs and kept her trench spread so wide ... so wide she hurt and his 
face was wallowing in her crack, his tongue lapping from her asshole to her 
squiggling clit... licking, lapping, nipping on her clit bringing stinging 
pain, tears to her eyes ... and he kept hitting her hip as his other hand 
held her widespread bottom up as it clasped around her wrists as they 
strained to get free. 

The steady slap .. . slap . .. slap against her flesh drove her nuts! She 
could not stop him and she cried, twisted and turned to get free, begged him 
to quit. .. and she could not get away nor could she stop the stinging smart 
of his hits on her hips and asscheeks. She struggled to free herself and 
could in no way match the strength of the big man who had his steaming, 
slurping face buried in her cunt slit. She heard his animal grunts of 
pleasure as he porked out on her steaming, bubbling twat juice, stopping his 
gulping only long enough to moan, huff and puff his heated breath into her 
tight hole. 

Debby thought she would scream ... Something inside her was building to the 
point of bursting . ..she quivered, the tingles in her toes singed through 
her young body, her gut burned with fire, her snatch spasmed, gurgled with 
his spit, her juices, her titties bobbed as she tried to free herself... and 
she flinched at the smacking hits to her warm flesh .. . She tried to move 
her ass so that his teeth could not nip into the tender flesh of her clit. 
.. she couldn't. She felt the shots of pain like a bolt of lightning scorch 
through her young body... and as her panic mingled with the pain of the 
slaps to her rump and nips to her clit. .. Her flow of cum drenched his 
face. ... 

She felt like a leaf floating in the autumn air . .. floating from the high 
place on the tree down to the ground . .. gently, safely, freely fluttering 
in the wind to a safe and soft landing on the warm earth.... 

So was her orgasm . .. free flowing, easy, softly releasing all of her 
pent-up emotions, an easy flood of warm, luscious, sweet juice which 
lathered her bottom until she felt completely released from all torment, 
anguish and she floated ever so easily in raptured bliss... cradled in Ben's 
loving arms, being held tenderly close to his chest while he whispered 
lovingly into her ear.... 

"I didn't want to hurt you ... I don't slap . .. I'm sooo sorry ... please 
.. . forgive me ... " and he nipped so gently on her ear lobe. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"OH, MY DARLING .. . I'VE MISSED YOU SO . .. YOU'VE COME BACK TO ME ... I 
CAN HARDLY WAIT..." Diane whispered excitedly into Ben's ear. 

Ben flashed his devilish grin and winked a sparkling blue eye at her. He 
knew she was always good for a fuck. Steady, dependable, always ready old 
Diane. He needed a good fuck right now. A fuck that he didn't have to try 
and figure out. .. that he didn't have to go against his grain and be 
violent or hit or smack . .. just a good, satisfying fuck with no holds 
barred. With Diane he could do as he pleased, when he pleased, and how he 
pleased and she was always happy with him ... because she loved him. 

Ben had the women of his life pegged. His wife would not put out. Debby had 
to be hit or forced. Donna was hot to trot but not really experienced in the 
total joys of fucking. Some of his women were pickups at bars and cost him 
money and were a definite turn off. With Diane, she was like putty in his 
hands. He never took her anyplace because he didn't want to get caught, so 
she cost him nothing. When she gave it was because she wanted to, she wanted 
him and nothing else. No drinks, no money, no showing off of her conquest, 
nothing except him. He didn't have to put on for her nor plan a move or way 
of seducing her. What he did was right! With her he was at ease and the two 
of them just pleased each other by being themselves. He was big and gentle 
and she loved him so much. She adored his touch, his kisses, everything 
about him. Diane loved her Ben. 

No words had to be said. No plans had to be made. When her eyes met his .. . 
they both knew she was his ... totally, completely. She would have fucked 
Ben anyplace ... and had. In his truck, in his bed, in her bed, between 
their mobile homes, on the grass ... anyplace. She just melted into his arms 
and was his anyway he wanted her. She loved Ben not only for his cock .. . 
but for his whole being. 

They were together now. Diane would not ask him if he had gotten to her 
daughters. She did not want to know. She knew he had told her he wouldn't 
continue to fuck her unless he fucked her two young girls. .. and here he 
was. She would prefer to put on blinders to everything and think that he 
came to her because he wanted her ... and for no other reason. She would ask 
him no questions because he wouldn't answer them anyway. All she knew was 
that Ben was with her in her car in the driveway between the two mobile 
homes and his hand was in her slippery slit. 

Diane wanted him! Had to have his cock! Would have his cock right now! What 
happened later . .. she didn't care... Now was the important time ... Now 
she could satisfy her longings, her wild cravings for her lover's cock! Now 
was all that counted! 

Now she slipped to straddle his pelvis in her front seat. 

She helped him unhook his Levi's and flip out his strong cock and his fully 
gorged balls. She worked with her lover to get his hot, pulsating cock fast 
and hard, for she never knew for sure when his wife would catch them so in 
the driveway, it would be fast, hard, satisfying for both horny people. She 
slipped her panties to the side and felt the heat from his crotch radiate to 
her snatchcrack! 

Fire burned, flared inside her body! She clutched his rigid pole and snubbed 
his cockhead to her dribbling cunt hole.. . She shivered at the delicious 
warmth of his swollen cockhead, his penetrating prick and slammed her cunt 
down on his fuck stick! 

She sat, skewered on his thick, pulsating, pounding cock feeling his hard 
beats inside her cunt. Oh, how she loved being stuffed full of his cock! Her 
vaginal muscles clamped tightly around his prick and spasmed happily! 

"OH, BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" she whispered into his ear. 

She felt his pelvis hump up to stick her severely with his cock. She bobbed 
up and down, slobbering her eager juice to his throbber, feeling his prick 
slide into her snatch, beat, pulsate, dig and retract slowly only to be 
pounced on again and again by her hot, steaming, bubbling cunt. She rode him 
hard and heavy! She felt his big hands on her full, mature breasts, grabbing 
and clutching while his flushed face burned in her cleavage and his butt 
bounced on her car seat to bang his hot cock into her eager, dripping, 
oozing, spasming hole! 

Tears of ecstasy flooded from her dark, smoldering eyes as she realized she 
had her man inside her .. . once again she owned him, possessed his cock, 
felt his deep plunges of fiercely hot, pounding prick! 

"MY GOD, MY GOD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I WORSHIP YOU AND YOUR PRICK! I LOVE 
THE FULL STUFFING OF YOUR COCK UP MY HOLE! GOD! FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME! RAM 
ME WITH THAT COCK OF YOURS! I'LL EAT IT, I'LL FUCK IT, I'LL SIT ON IT AND 
TAKE IT UP MY ASSHOLE. .. JUST GIVE IT TO ME! GOD! I CANT STAND IT! I'M 
GONNA CUUUMMMMM! OH, I WANT TO HOLD BACK! I CANT! I WANT MORE OF YOUR COCK. 
.. BUT . . . I'MMMMMMM CUMMMINNG . .. EEEGGGNNN . . . OOOIIIEEE . . . 
UUUHHHGGG, GOD! HOLY JESUS, WHAT A FUCK!" she shrieked, sitting flat on his 
pelvic area and feeling her vaginal muscles flex and release letting her cum 
juice ooze out of her tube, flood his cock, drench his balls and mat his 
pubic hair! 

Her head reeled with delightful release, her arms hugged the big man 
strongly to her breasts .. . Oh, she loved him so much! She wanted to please 
him! She had to cum at his battering ram thrusts to her twat! The 
exhilarating exuberance of love and passionate lust mingled and she shot to 
the moon! 

"AAAIIIEEE! I FEEL YOUR HOT COCK CLEAR UP TO MY WOMB! GOD, BEN! FUCK ME! 
MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! RAM THAT COCK OF YOURS CLEAR UP TO MY THROAT! OHHHHHH, 
DARLING, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! MMMMMMMMM, SO HOT, SO GOOD, OOOOOOHHH, BABY!" 
she screamed. 

Ben kept humping her sloppy, oozing twat, sliding his pulsating cock in and 
out, back and forth in her thick, juicy cream, rubbing her fluttering clit, 
tormenting her with fiery excitement! His breathing was hot and heavy, 
gaspy, and his hands were all over her body, lovingly digging into her 
asshole, touching her breasts, fingering into her creamy slit and putting 
his cum laden fingers to her soft, warm lips for her to lick. 

Dizzily her head pressed to his forehead and she tongued between his fingers 
and up his fingers, back down to the crevice between them to eat her own cum 
juice. Her lips touched his! She felt his hot, wet tongue slide across her 
full lips to taste of her saliva and her cum juice before he plunged in with 
his tongue to wallow in her warmth! 

She was crazily light headed, basking in his warmth, doing whatever he 
wanted, simmering in her own heat of passion, wanton longing, craving 
desires for her Ben! If he fed her poison, she would gladly take it! 

Wild, frantic, hysterical lust encompassed her hot, flushed body and she 
knew she would take Ben on any grounds! If he fucked her kids, if he fucked 
his wife, if he fucked his faggot son ... whatever! She was totally his and 
she would never marry unless she could have Ben! 

All of her agonies would go on and on and on. 

She was lonely, depressed, frustrated and she would stay that way for the 
rest of her life ... and be satisfied with a few fleeting moments with her 
fucking Ben in the driveway, under her mobile home, in a trash can, 
wherever! She could not live without his cock! Only his cock! Nobody else's 
cock! Ben's fucking cock! She would go down on him, eat his cock, swallow 
his juices . .. fuck him, eat him.... 

Her head reeled as she became aware of the squishy sounds in her slit. She 
felt her man grind into her flooded hole with his piercing cock! Oh, how 
hot! How strong! The beats, the pulsations of his precious cock! 

Diane sweltered in heat! She could not escape the suffocating heat she felt! 
She could barely get her breath, her gut twisted with longing desire, she 
cried tears of emotional release . . . bounced up and down on his fucking 
cock .. . and felt his blast of fiery cum jet into her fuck hole! 

"OH, MY GOD! SOOOOOO HOT! SOOOO GOOOOOD! OHHHHHHHH! AAAGGGNNN. .. 
UUUUUUHHH... LOVE IT! LOVE YOUR CUM!" she cried hysterically, nibbling on 
his lips, his ears, his face ... flooding his sweaty face with her kisses, 
smelling his delicious cum, gasping at the glory, the bliss, the rapture he 
gave her and knowing at the same time she had just sealed her fate.... 

She would go through the rest of her life being his slave, his fuck slave! 
Just to have him for a while regardless of what he did or with whom he did 
it... She would be his . .. and when he wasn't around ... she would be 
alone! Dreaded loneliness would possess her soul, but his cock had to be 
hers! 

She would be his whenever he wanted her and have to be satisfied with 
that... for he was like a bird, free, untamed, flying from place to place, 
woman to woman ... and she didn't give a damn! 

Diane would take her Ben on any terms! 

She slipped his limp cock out of her squishy, hot hole and crawled to the 
floor of the car. Her open mouth eagerly waited for her hands to shove in 
his weak cock . .. and she wallowed his prick, cum juice and all, in her 
mouth while tears fell from her eyes ... and her hands fondled his soft, 
sweet testicles.... 

"HHHHMMMMM," she gloated, for she had his cock in her mouth for this 
precious moment. Hot flesh, coated with spent cum ... delicious! 

"I... want... to suck your cock ... more than anything in the world ..." she 
mumbled, pressing her feverish face against his pubic hair, touching his hot 
skin, feeling his tough, thick cock inside her mouth. 

She was thrilled to have his weak prick make such a hot, fast comeback and 
be so hot and hard and throbbing in her mouth. Her heart pounded, she basked 
in the hot, hot heat which engulfed her body, feeling melty, torridly 
passionate, ready for his cum to squish full force in her mouth . . . Diane 
worked the labor of love with her talented tongue, licking, touching, 
lapping, loving each tiny feel of the pulsating, throbbing ridges on his 
saliva coated dick. Her sweating body shook, tremored with the exhilarating 
lust of untamed passion, feeling herself squish into hot spasms of total 
giving. .. She wanted her lover to have the thrill of a lifetime, to feel 
the heat, the pulsations of passion, the lust for her that she felt for his 
prick.. .. 

Diane's tongue slipped damply, hotly the full length of his pounding cock 
taking in each ripple of blood veins, each hot, glorious nip of his hot 
flesh, the small dabbles of juice which leaked from the tiny hole in the tip 
of his firm, pounding cock. Oh, how delicious! She tasted the heavy, musky 
juice and felt the thick juice coat the inside of her mouth, cream her mouth 
with his lubricating juices ... She shivered with desire! 

Her lips nibbled up and down his thick stem, while her tongue did the 
tasting of his leaking, dribbling juices! Her hands manipulated his cock, 
stroking his hard, firm, fiery flesh, making his cock go where she wanted it 
while her mouth nipped on his crown, licked down his shaft to the stump, 
nuzzled into his balls, his thick, black, gnarled pubic hair .. . Her face 
flushed hot, burned into his smoldering crotch, loved and wallowed in his 
hotness, adored his crotch with his stiff stick poking into her mouth, 
digging at the back of her throat, longing to go down, down into her throat, 
pulsating to creep into her being. ... 

Diane took his crown in .. . all the way into her mouth, all the way into 
her throat to feel his heavy vibrations rock her head nearly off.. . Beat 
fiercely into her soul, dig into her throat and pound harshly. .. . 

She bobbed up and down on his rough stick, loving every cocksuckin' minute 
of her expression of love ... up . .. down ... up ... down . .. up ... down 
on his prick! Tasting his lubrications, wallowing in his heat, licking 
around his cock to touch her taste buds to his dribbling juices, wallowing 
in his heat, basking in the steam from his smoldering crotch, touching his 
thighs with her hands, feeling his saliva coated testicles, pressing her 
flushed face full onto his stiff cock ... feeling his rigid prick slip into 
her throat, pound, beat, pulsate, and firmly drag out of her throat to 
lather up again and again in the thick spit of her sucking gurgling mouth. 

Diane held his thighs wide apart pointing his stiff, beating cock straight 
to her mouth and pounced hotly on the hearty shaft to gulp it inside. She 
steamed like a locomotive on its track as she plunged his pounding prick 
deep inside her mouth, into her throat to feel the hot, glorious pulsations 
of his thick cock pound the walls of her esophagus! 

"OOOOOHHHH, BABY," she mumbled between fiery thrusts of his cock. "Love your 
cock ... adore your prick . .. hhhhhmmmm, feels soooo gooood . . . soooooo 
hot ... so penetrating... take me ... anyway .. . own me ... love me ... do 
anything to me ... spray your cum all over me .. . let it fly into my mouth 
... ohhhhhh, God, I love your prick ... ooooohhhh, eeeiiggnn, hhhmmm, HOT... 
HARD ... STIFF AND BANGIN' IN MY HEAD ... UUUUUMMMM." 

Her tongue wrapped around his stiff shaft to lick in all of his wonderful, 
heated lust... She was full of lust, wild, untamed passion, longing, craving 
to be drowned in his spray of cum ... She licked, tongued all around his 
hefty prick, tasting of his pubic hair all matted with cum, licking his 
crotch like a wild, fierce animal, loving the tastes, the smells of heat, 
the smoldering muskiness, his heat, all of him! 

Diane was moving her head in erotic movements, feeling his thick, solid 
thighs on one side of her face and then pressing her cheek to the other 
hairy thigh while her mouth continued in one grand, glorious cocksuckin' 
trip. Her head whirled in orbit! She was dizzy with emotion! Out of control 
with frantic craving! So hot! So torridly passionate.. .. 

Her slender hands felt his hips move, gyrate as he humped her mouth. His 
moans sounded like a wounded animal in agony as he pushed his long stem into 
her mouth, tossed his head from side to side as he held either side of her 
feverish face to his drinking spout of a cock! 

"OH, BABY, THAT'S GOOD," he whispered softly, pushing his pelvis, shooting 
his cock hot into her saliva-filled mouth again and again, feeling her 
warmth, burying his cock in the soft dampness of her sucking mouth, plunging 
his cock into the tightness of her throat. .. and going out of his head with 
pleasure.... 

"Ohhhhhhhh, Myyyyyyyy God! Hhhhhhmmm, your mouth feels sooooo goooooood, I 
love it!" he muttered in excruciating agony of pent-up emotion. "Make me cum 
... God, I can't hold it much longer, I've gotta let'er goooooooo, 
aaaaaahhh, nifffffff, noughffff . . . hhhmmmmmm ... oooooohhh...." 

Diane let her dark head lay on his thigh and the light from the big street 
lamp blared into the car, illuminating his stiff cock. She wanted him to see 
what she was doing, to turn him on! All the way on to uncontrollability! She 
loved his responses to her acts of wild, frantic lust! She lay with her head 
on his thigh and stuck out her tongue to tip his bobbing cockhead while she 
pulled his stiff cock over to her mouth! She knew from the movements of his 
big body that he had lifted his head and his sparkling blue eyes took in 
every obscene movement of her tongue ... she loved it! 

Her ears rang with his snorts of gaspy breath, his groans of happiness. She 
heard the sucking squishy sounds of his cock in her mouth and the breaking 
of suction as she let his cock pull out of her warm, moist cavity. 

She sat on the floor of the car between his legs. .. eating to her heart's 
content, lapping, sucking, nipping on his cockhead, listening to his 
frustrated groans of rapture. Oh yes, he wanted to cum! He held back to let 
her lick his cock and testicles, to lather his prick with her spit, to 
wallow in his heat, his all encompassing heat.... 

Diane felt her snatchcrack ooze, spasm with delight! Oh, she was hot, her 
short, dark hair was pressed hotly, wetly to her head ... her body tingled 
excitedly, she trembled in anticipation ... lust, heat, passion.... 

"HHHMMMMMM, I FEEL IT! YOUR JUICE! HHHMMMMMM, NNNIIGGNN . . . ooouuuuuu . . 
. sooooooooGOOOOOOOD ..." she mumbled, hotly lapping, sucking, tucking in 
each bit of spray from his blasting cockhead. 

"EEEHGGNN, OOOOOOHHH, EEEEEEHHH, EEEGGGNNN, OOOHHH, WOW! HHHUUUMMM..." Ben 
gasped, thrusting his pelvis tight to her slobbering mouth, feeling the heat 
of her tightly sucking opening, loving the naughtiness of spilling his cum 
into her eager mouth, shivering on his bare ass, loving the sucking, the 
pulling, the pressure of her tugs on his cock ... and feeling his prick 
drain to emptiness in her mouth. His ears heard the mad, frantic sounds of 
her sucking to get more and more of his sweet smelling juice . .. but... he 
had had it... he splayed his legs, dropped his hands from the sides of her 
face . .. collapsed in moans and groans of pleasure, raptured bliss.... 

Diane licked her full, ripe lips and enjoyed the last of his jism, the last 
delicious drop of his shot cum. She tenderly licked into his crotch in the 
hopes of savoring the smell, the touch, the feeling of his lush manliness 
while her steaming snatchcrack simmered. 

She knew he had to rest for a few minutes, and her tingling would have to 
wait.. .. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Diana lay in her bed and felt the smooth coolness of the sheets on her naked 
body. Oh, why did she constantly think of Ben? Why did her vagina spasm at 
even the tiniest spark of thought of him? She loved him so much, craved his 
cock all the time! 

She knew it was not right! She knew from her early Bible teachings it was 
wrong to covet her neighbor's husband .. . and it was wrong to stab her best 
friend in the back ... and it was wrong to stab her best friend Sarah in the 
back because she might become hostile! 

Sarah didn't fuck him, and heaven knows the dear man needed a good screw 
regularly. He was far from being dead in the ass department! Why didn't 
Sarah take care of her own husband? If Sarah had been fucking Ben all the 
long years they had been married, the handsome man would not constantly be 
on the prowl. He wouldn't have started an affair with Diane and nobody would 
be hurting like Diane did so much of the time. Life just wasn't fair. 

Diane flicked her nips with her fingers and felt the bolts of passion zoom 
through her body. God, was she always gonna be so horny? She needed a 
husband, a constant lover, not just a fuck from next door. She hurt just 
thinking about not having Ben, but really, where was she going? There was 
little chance Ben would have her, and though she loved him she wasn't all 
that sure if she would want him on a "forever" type basis. He had stepped 
out on Sarah. Diane was sure he would step out on her, too, if she was 
married to him ... which was an impossibility in itself. Diane was almost 
positive Ben did love his wife even if their fuck department had been 
reduced to zero. Why else would he stay with her and support her and give 
her everything? 

If Diane could get her shit together, she knew just where she stood. She was 
getting older, more horny, more wrinkles, less desirable to men and soon she 
wouldn't care about fucking. She was not about to go that route long, alone! 
She could not stand the loneliness much longer. Even with the grabbed bits 
of time with Ben. She had to have more! She needed a husband! As much as she 
loved Ben, he was not the one for her. What would she do when her best 
friend came over to visit her and her best friend was Ben's wife? And Diane 
knew deep in her heart she could not trust Ben, anyway. Diane needed a man 
to herself. 

Poor Ben would probably stick his cock into the marriage and blow it for 
her, so if Diane was ever to be a happily married woman, if there was such a 
thing, the first thing she had to do was to get Ben out of her life, off of 
her back! 

She decided right then and there to get Sarah all hot and bothered and let 
the woman know what she was missing by not screwing around with her own 
husband. Yes, Diane would teach Sarah the joys of balling and going down on 
somebody and having her snatch eaten out. The thought was slightly repulsive 
to Diane ... at first. She was not a lezzie, but right now she was going to 
be ... for the well being of everybody. Diane would teach her best friend 
about getting hot and bothered like she never had before. Then, with Sarah 
hot to trot, it would stand to reason that Sarah would occupy Ben, leaving 
Diane free to find a husband. Good planning. Diane wanted to pat herself on 
the back ... but she was having too much fun patting herself on the front. 
She adored the touch of her titties! 

No time like the present to start on Sarah. Ugh, Diane could not think of 
planting her face in a snatch. She adored cocks too much, but no sacrifice 
was too much for her when her own happiness was the ultimate ending. 

She rolled over on her flowered bed and dialed the number of her best 
friend. 

"Hi... I just don't feel good at all... Do you have the heating pad? Yeah, I 
really need it... Do you have any aspirin? I can't come to the door . .. I'm 
just too dizzy ... Yeah, just come on in ... Thanks, Sarah ..." 

Diane hung up the phone, her heart pounded harshly in her chest. Where to 
start? What to do? If Sarah were just a man, Diane would have no problems. 
She would know what to do and how to do it... but, with a woman? She 
shrugged her shoulders and watched her breasts jiggle. Pretty jugs. Pink 
circles of flesh surrounding her jutting nipples. Big, supple, huge inviting 
tits. 

Diane lay in bed naked and heard the front door slide open and shut. Sarah 
was in the mobile home. Diane's heart throbbed until her jugs jiggled. 

"In here," she yelled to her friend. 

Sarah came down the hallway and stopped short in the doorway. She had never 
seen her friend naked, and the sight nauseated her. Anything naked made her 
feel like she would vomit. She thought Diane would know better than to lay 
naked on her bed with her expecting company. My God! 

"I think I have a fever," Diane said by way of a sort of apology. 

"You poor dear," Sarah smiled, keeping her eyes off the breasts and snatch. 

Diane patted the bed beside her bare hips. 

Sarah sat down on the bed a distance from her friend. "You won't need the 
heating pad, you're too hot anyway, since you're not covered up," she said 
in disgust. 

"Oh, but my head hurts," Diane sighed, feigning pain. 

"I'll get you some water," Sarah said, hurrying to get off the bed. 

Diane heard the door slide open while Sarah was in the bathroom running 
water. Goddam, Ben was in the mobile home, too. Shit! He didn't dare get 
caught! Sonovabitch! 

Diane sat up on the bed and motioned down the hallway for Ben to get behind 
the drapes or something ... just not to be seen by his wife! That would be 
all Diane would need, getting caught just when she was planning on letting 
go of her fucker! 

The bathroom door opened. 

Diane fell back on the bed in a flurry, panting with fear. Her eyes were 
wide open with excitement and terror. Her breasts jiggled from her frantic 
fall backward into bed. 

Sarah entered with a glass of water in one hand and pills in the other. She 
noticed Diane's breasts moving slightly from the quick retraction into bed, 
though she did not know this. 

"What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked, not able to keep her eyes from Diane's 
big tits. "I hope that's not your heart palpitating like that." 

"I think it is," Diane said absently, looking over Sarah's shoulder to see 
where Ben had gone ... and not being able to. 

"Maybe you ought to cover up," Sarah said, blushing. 

"I'm too hot, you ought to feel me," Diane sighed. 

Sarah set the things down on the bedside table and put her hand to Diane's 
forehead. She shook her head at the lack of heat... no fever that she could 
determine. 

"Just feel right here," Diane urged, putting her own hand on her full, ample 
breasts. Right over her jutting, rubbery-hard nipples. 

"Oh ... I. .. couldn't do that..." Sarah hesitated. 

"Well, really! What do you think I am . .. a pervert? All I wanted from you 
was some help, not... oh, forget it! If my heart pounds out of my chest and 
I die of fever, you won't care! Honestly!" Diane turned her dark head away 
from her best friend and closed her eyes. 

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean ..." and Sarah put her warm hand on Diane's arm. 

Closer than nothing. Progress . . . slightly. 

Diane rolled toward her friend, sitting on the edge of the bed. She made 
sure her full breasts pressed against Sarah's bare arm, and laughed to 
herself when her friend flinched, but dared not move and make the sick Diane 
feel rejected one more time. So Diane made full use of her friend's unstable 
feelings and moved so that her breasts rubbed hotly up and down her arm. 

"I wonder if my heart is beating too fast..." Diane said softly. 

"I don't know..." Sarah answered taking a quick look at the breasts pressed 
to her arm. 

"I'd ask you to feel, but you'd think I was weird ..." Diane said, hurt. 

"No, I wouldn't dear. It's just that..." she wrung her hands. 

"You're so good with your kids. Just pretend you're a nurse. I'm really 
scared, Sarah . .." Diane said in a squeaky, high pitched, fearful voice. 

Sarah shrugged and put one hand on Diane's gigantic breast. She felt the 
warm skin, the rigid nipple and the strange, indecent cravings in her 
crotch! 

This had to stop! She could not go around feeling up her best friend's 
breast not even in the name of mercy. No, Sarah had too many hangups and too 
many feelings of frustration in her body. She longed to be loved, to be 
touched, to be held, to let it all hang out.. . only not with her husband! 
Touching Diane's naked breast was too much for her frustrated, lonely, 
restrained body! She had to stop .. . only she left her hand on Diane's 
breast. .. and she liked the welling up of warmth in her own body! 

Sarah didn't know why she liked the touch of Diane's breast, why she 
suddenly had unleashed all of her feelings like the breaking of a dam, but 
Sarah was hot and bothered by touching Diane's naked titties. Sarah knew she 
was wrong, wicked, nasty and that all Diane wanted was an honest opinion 
about her heart beat. The poor girl was sick and here sat dirty Sarah with 
the dribbling cunt... at just a touch of warm flesh. She had held back for 
so long, she felt like her guts spilled out with the flushing of juice in 
her twitching, spasming twat! My God, she would have to pull herself 
together! What would Diane think of her? Diane wasn't the pervert, Sarah 
was! She felt positively vulgar and wicked . .. vile! She couldn't help it! 
She had no control. She had held her feelings to herself for so long, been 
neglected and hurt by her husband for so many years ... or had she neglected 
and hurt Ben? Over the years it was difficult for Sarah to determine. She 
just knew that for his reasons, or hers, the years of hurting, 
misunderstandings, living together and fighting ... she had retracted into 
herself and she wasn't sure what he had done . .. only they had not done it 
together and she was hurt and he was horny and they both had gone their 
separate ways even though they lived together and stayed together. 

All Sarah knew was that right now with her hand on Diane's breast, she was 
simmering in her own juices, hot, horny, desperate for love, demanding in 
her lusts ... But! She had to control herself one more time! What would her 
best friend think of her if she let it all hang out? My God, Sarah hadn't 
felt like this in years! Hot! Torridly hot! Feverish! Unable to control her 
spasming snatch, slobbering her juices into her panties, smelling like an 
orgasm! Jesus Christ! 

Diane knew nothing of the singe burning inside her friend, only that she did 
have a peculiar glaze across her eyes which was not normal for Sarah. 

Diane looked over her friend's shoulder and saw her lover by the door, 
watching with a devilish glint in his eyes and a wild grip on the front of 
his tented pants. Diane felt the hurt in her breast, the pain of letting go 
of Ben, the ache of making his wife hot and horny so that she would want her 
husband's cock again ... the excruciating agony of knowing she would be 
alone again to look for a husband which she needed so terribly ... yet, she 
loved Ben so very much. The pain was unbearable ... but she would do it for 
Ben, for Sarah, and for herself. Diane could not go on like this anymore! 
She had to have her very own cock, her very own intimate lover, her own 
fucker, Diane had to have a husband! She had no choice but to make Sarah and 
Ben want, crave each other in order to free herself to search for her own 
love. 

She felt the gentle massaging of her breast and smiled up at Sarah. The look 
in Sarah's eyes was glazed, tormented as she fingered gently at the full 
breast in her hand. Her touch was so gentle, tender, warm, loving. Diane 
loved it even though she didn't like having a woman's hand on her body. 
Somehow Sarah's hand stimulated her, maybe because she was a good friend and 
maybe because if Diane closed her eyes she could not really tell if it was 
Sarah's hand or a man's. The magical bliss of darkness, not knowing for sure 
who was caressing her jutting tit. Not caring. Just as' long as somebody was 
touching her so warmly. Emotions were mixed all over among the three of 
them, Diane, Sarah, and Ben. 

Diane was going to make Sarah hot and horny but so far Sarah was stirring up 
Diane's emotions. Neither of the women especially liked loving another woman 
but both were enticed by the other right now. Ben had pulled out his pecker 
and stood in the background stroking his rock-hard cock back and forth 
wishing he could shove it inside his neighbor's twat, who was not being 
fondled by his frigid wife's loving hand. A bit confusing, since everybody 
was doing what he didn't want to and simply loving what it was and the 
feelings and the heat, and the tingling ... 

Diane and Sarah seemed to have forgotten the illnesses involved. Both 
breathed heavily as Sarah kneaded the soft flesh of tit, flicked Diane's 
rigid nipple, touched her other boob with her other hand and stared brazenly 
at her best friend's lovely breasts. Her tongue slipped across her lips as 
she hungrily got her message across to Diane. Sarah wanted to suck on one of 
those gorgeous breasts but did not have the nerve to just go ahead and do 
it. Her hands were full of warm flesh, her eyes were glazed, her tongue 
licked across her lips, her heart pounded at her own wickedness and her love 
of the evil which she so enjoyed! She had never, never touched even her own 
tits and now she was all aglow about Diane's lust breasts ... so soft... so 
big... so heavy with the rounded circles of pink holding gigantic nips! Oh, 
to be able to suck one of those nipples into her mouth ... it would be 
fantastic! 

Sarah leaned over her friend, breathed hotly on the breast flesh, licked her 
opened lips and pressed her mouth onto Diane's breasts. She whipped her 
tongue around on the warm flesh and trembled at the flicking of her own 
tongue on the nipples... rigid, rubbery hard, delicious. She bent over to 
massage both breasts, to bury her flushed face between the two huge domes, 
to feel the wonder of her friend's big, voluptuous breasts almost smothering 
her ... and Sarah loved it! Her tongue would not quit! She had her tongue 
all over Diane's breasts, whipping across her rubbery nipples, touching the 
pink circle of flesh, nibbling with her lips, nipping, tonguing all over 
Diane's titties. 

Diane was in shock! She had not expected this out of her friend! Her friend 
was really hot to trot, eager to nibble and mouth her boobs. Diane twitched 
hotly at the lush mouth job to her tits and nips. She loved her girl 
friend's hot, steaming mouth on her nakedness. The stimulation rocked her 
body sending sparks flooding through her ... 

Diane's hot hands touched her friend's hunched shoulders, slipped around her 
warm, stocky body to her T-shirt bottom and pulled it up far enough to 
unhook her bra snaps. Diane felt exhilarated! This was a new experience for 
her, the same as it was for Sarah! She felt Sarah's warm back as she pulled 
her bra off of her smaller tits. Oh, they hung there so deliciously, naked, 
full, with nipples that demanded a mouth. As her own breasts were nibbled, 
pulled by lips, nipped by teeth, Diane squirmed around to where a dangling 
tittie was right in her opened mouth. A delicious taste of hot flesh! 

While Diane enjoyed her new experience of mouthing tits, her hands slipped 
to Sarah's waist. She caressed the warm woman flesh as she pulled her pants 
down, down and off of her rounded hips and butt exposing her asshole to Ben 
who was jerking off in the doorway. Diane had never felt up a woman before 
but she knew what she liked, so she dived right in and caressed Sarah's 
rounded, broad hips; inching her way to her graying snatch. She held her 
breath at the anticipation of feeling into a damp, soft, velvety smooth 
snatchcrack! 

Diane felt teeth on her nipple, tugging and pulling, sending bolts of 
excitement scorching through her body .. . She loved it! 

Her own mouth was full of hot tit as her hands caressed and fondled to feel 
the mat of thick, coarse pubic hair. Sarah sat on the side of the bed with 
her legs splayed for Diane's touch. She hunched over the dark woman's 
breasts nibbling while her breasts were eaten by Diane's eager, hot mouth. 

Both women felt thrilled, hearts beating, crotches steaming hotly in happy 
anticipation! 

Diane had her arm between Sarah's legs, her elbow at Sarah's knees and her 
fingers in her oozing snatchcrack! Diane had only felt such damp richness 
when she had fingered her own snatchcrack and Sarah's cuntcrack thrilled her 
more! She wouldn't have the feelings of deep rejection and humiliation when 
she got done fingering her friend. Always when she did a hand job on 
herself, Diane got really depressed about it, but now, feeling up her 
friend's snatch slit, the sparks of fire shot through her body. Sarah felt 
so good, so warm, so richly damp and slippery! Diane's fingers slid in the 
smooth liquids that lathered hotly in her crack. She felt Sarah's rigid peak 
of pleasure just once to make sure just where it was. She ringed the rigid, 
fluttering clit around and around and around tormenting Sarah to utter 
frustration. 

Sarah squirmed on her butt while Diane fingered into her creaming slit, 
tormented her with her caressing fingers. Sarah lifted one knee and put her 
one leg across Diane's body fully exposing her widespread slit to her gaze 
and to her prodding fingers. 

Diane trickled her fingers through the thick pussy hair and dipped slightly 
into Sarah's oozing, flaming, scorching vagina. She barely touched into the 
dark, sweet hole. She took her fingers out of Sarah's snatchcrack and put 
them to her lips. The heavenly aroma, the sweet taste of the other woman's 
juices thrilled her to eagerly putting her fingers back into the smooth slit 
and dibbling in her thick, creaming juices. 

Sarah gave up on biting tits and lay back on her elbows watching her friend 
work her fingers into her widespread slit. Sarah thrilled at every heavenly 
touch, each sweet, tender caress. Her oozing vagina spasmed and clutched as 
Diane fingered around and around the dark, inviting opening. 

"Stick your fingers in me!" Sarah screamed hysterically, moving her pelvis, 
swaying, gyrating. 

Diane looked through glazed, smoldering eyes at the lush crack so wide open 
and inviting. Her gaze went above the sprawled woman to Ben at the door. 
Diane was nervous, upset as she looked from the wide-spread snatch to the 
big, long, heavy, throbbing cock in Ben's hand. She felt fire spread through 
her body. She longed for his rough cob one more time, to feel his hammer in 
her sputtering hole .. . She went back to concentrating on his wife and her 
twat. 

Diane's hips gyrated, swung forward and backward, pushing against Sarah's 
side, wiping her damp pussy hair on Sarah's hip as she banged her pussy into 
her friend. She kept her fingers hot in the pot, fingering, sliding, 
slithering around in the ample lush of sweet flowing juices. From time to 
time her gaze lift the spread vaginal crack to gaze longingly at the cock 
she so loved, the big, heavy pulsating prick at the doorway. She was 
tormented to heights when Ben pulled back his foreskin as he stroked, and 
his lovely cockhead looked her dead in the eye. She licked her lips as she 
gazed on his piss-hole wishing he would spray her face full of his hot 
liquid. She could almost taste his thick, salty cream. Her mouth watered for 
his cock, his cum ... 

Diane squirmed frantically, longing for his fuck, spread her shapely legs, 
tossed one long leg over Sarah's body and they were in the sixty-nine 
position in the middle of her bed with her asshole pointed right at her 
fuck-friend, Ben. 

Eat your heart out, baby. I'm doing this for you ... as well as me . .. 
Tears stung Diane's eyes as she nibbled at the thick pubic hair and tongued 
into the slippery smoothness of Sarah's cunt crack. 

Diane's emotions set her body on fire at the taste of juice. She whipped her 
tongue into the wide-spread slit and licked around in the juice . .. around 
and around and around Sarah's rigid, fluttering clit. She knew she was 
driving her wild, frantic with desire, wild with lust by the way her pelvis 
whirlpooled under her face. 

Diane lay her mouth full on Sarah's fluttering clit and sucked, tugged, 
pulled her clit into her mouth! Her tongue flicked across her rigid clit 
driving Sarah nuts! Diane hung on tight to the fluttering clit while the 
pelvis slithered hotly under her face! Heavy noises of saliva and juice 
rocked into her head as she lay her face full into the wet, soft, silky 
slit. 

Diane was pleasantly surprised when Sarah followed and pulled her crotch 
down onto her face. She felt the strong arms of her friend around her ass 
pulling and tugging to get her wide-spread crack down to her face. The heat 
of her breath scorched into her steaming, oozing crack making Diane do 
flip-flops in her lower gut. Sarah's mouth was hot in her slit with her 
tongue digging and her throat snorting low with animal grunts between gasps 
and gulps and gagging. 

Diane wasn't used to tasting woman juice, either, but she didn't gag like 
the suffering Sarah. Of course, Diane had experience with lubrication juices 
and also cum in her mouth. She could understand Sarah's gagging and 
snorting, and hoped to hell she didn't puke in her crotch. Given time to get 
used to the free flowing juices, Sarah would do just fine and probably get 
to loving the sweetness, thickness, the lathering just as much as Diane did. 

Diane swayed her pelvis and lowered her crotch, spread, down, down, down to 
nearly suffocating her best friend in the snarled mat of pubic hair and 
almost drowning her in the flood of hot, steaming juices. Oh God, her 
inexperienced tongue really did the trick! The idea of Ben standing in the 
doorway thrilled her, too. She knew his mouth watered for her snatch as he 
jerked off! She knew he was entranced by her moving, heaving, lowering 
crotch and hot, little asshole. She did wish it was his tongue in her slit 
because he would be about ready to rim out her asshole as well as lick up 
all the sizzling juices that bathed her crotch. If she just closed her eyes 
she would drift off into the land of imagination and she could easily 
pretend it was Ben's mouth working her wide-spread slit, tonguing, licking, 
nipping. .. and his warm hands held her ass down to rub her pubic hair into 
his face ... but no amount of imagination would bring his pulsating cock 
into her mouth instead of Sarah's weeping, spasming cunt! 

Sarah gagged and swallowed, snorted and grunted her passion into Diane's 
crotch, licking, working her over with fury, sizzling, burning, torrid 
passion, holding her crotch tight, loving to burrow into her warm land of 
lush paradise .. . and as Diane did her damnedest to tongue an orgasm out of 
Sarah, she felt hot breath at her asshole ... where Sarah's mouth was not! 

Diane shivered, quaked! Ben! She felt Ben's hot breath working her asshole 
over while his wife's hot tongue singed into her spasming twat! 

Oh, my God! Diane was so thrilled! Her love was licking, kissing hotly at 
her tight butt hole! She was overwrought with excitement! Her fiery juices 
sputtered hotly from her nibbling cunt! She nipped at the tongue that was 
going around and around, exploring her bottom. Her hungry snatch spasmed 
hot, little nips onto the tongue while Ben blew hotly into her asshole, 
snubbed his tongue to her rectum and prodded ... 

Diane just about had an orgasm right then and there! She fought to keep her 
cool for a little while but, oh, how she loved her Ben! His tongue! His hot 
breath! The squishy sounds of his spit at her asshole! His big fingers 
pulling her buns apart so he could sniff into her rectum! Too much! Then 
Sarah seemed to get the hang of tongue fuckin' and let it all hang out as 
she almost buried herself alive in the sweet smells and juices of Diane's 
slit! Her tongue lapped into Diane's tight, sputtering, burning vaginal 
opening and sent her into rocketing delight! 

Diane was in her glory with her own snorting mouth in Sarah's cunt as she 
hovered over her friend's splayed crack, licking, snorting, lapping, 
nibbling! 

Diane was thrilled at the three of them rollicking on her bed . .. but, 
Sarah was not! Just as soon as she became aware of her husband's presence, 
Sarah squiggled to get out from under Diane's leaking, oozing crack. She had 
to get free from the rock-hard cock that pulsed on her forehead, the uptight 
nuts which pressed against her head, the heavy musky smell of her husband's 
naked crotch ... while he sucked in at Diane's asshole. Sarah hated h\m with 
a passion and the idea of his nakedness was about enough to gag her! She had 
not fucked him for so long and the sight of his gigantic cock turned her 
off! She wanted no part of his cock, no part of his testicles, no part of 
his steaming crotch! 

Sarah was just getting into it with Diane and she didn't want to be bothered 
by her husband's leaking cockhead, dripping his lust onto her face! She was 
done with his sex forever ... she did like Diane's oozing, juicing trench 
and loved her tongue in the smooth silkiness of her nibbling cuntal mouth 
... but, in no way was she interested in his prick! 

Sarah squirmed to get free ... and really upset Diane since she was so 
high-strung with unleashed passion that she was about to cum . .. and now, 
the licking stopped, the tongue fucking ceased while Sarah tried to get 
away! 

Damn her to hell! 

Diane was eager, ready, shaking with desire. She had Sarah's hot mouth in 
her twat crack and Ben's digging, prodding tongue at her asshole ... God! 
What a hellova time for Sarah to want out of the sexual escapade! Shit! 

Diane felt like screaming! 

She wanted her release! Her guts were in knots of desire, her juices gushed, 
her twat spasmed, her clit shook violently ... and the dumb shit Sarah 
squirmed, slithered to free herself while Ben hotly tongue-fucked her 
asshole! Goddamn Sarah! Shithead Bitch! 

Ben grunted as his hand slid between the two piled-up women. He felt for his 
wife's breasts and Diane's dripping cunt. .. whatever ... sort of like a 
sexual grab bag of delight! He was dizzy with excitement as his cock thumped 
happily against his wife's face... in her attempt to crawl out from under 
Diane by way of through his legs. 

Diane had his big body almost in an ass-humping position, with Sarah pushing 
with her heels to slide from under Diane's back, under and out from under 
her husband's crotch. Diane was furious! Her sexual bliss went from rapture 
to hatred in a split second ... 

Diane wanted to fuck! She was ready! Her clit twitched, her body rocked with 
desire, her cunt spasmed ... damn! She had to fuck! Had to let go of all her 
pent-up emotions! She was ready to have something shoved between her legs... 
tongue ... cock ... she didn't care ... just to let go ... the tingles of 
excitement built her to near orgasm, blasted her torridly hot body into 
orbit, sent her into exquisite sexual bliss ... 

No way was she going to let this moment of rapture escape ... she would 
fuck! 

Sarah had to get away from her husband's dripping cock! She wasn't a lezzie 
but she hated Ben's goddamned prick with a passion .. . 

Ben was like a dog in heat... he shivered, shimmied and would let his prick 
juice fly . .. in or out of a cunt, in or out of a mouth ... he couldn't 
hold back much longer.... he was ready to explode from watching the two 
women play together, tongue together, and now... his pulsating cock was 
beginning to sputter, to ooze his lubrication juices from his tiny pisshole 
... he had to fuck! His shaking, feverish body quivered ... had to have 
satisfaction ... 

A stab of pain shot through Diane's body as she realized her plan was not 
going to work and she might never get free of the heavenly prick near her 
asshole. She might never find a husband of her own and she would go through 
life alone, frustrated . .. Diane got violent! That goddamned bitch would 
fuck with her husband! She would get Ben out of her life forever and Sarah 
and Ben would be happy! 

Diane flipped around on Sarah's body so that her leaking twat was a muff of 
black, curly, wet hair right over Sarah's nose and mouth. Diane was eye to 
eye with her lover Ben. She looked at his darkly handsome, rough face 
through her glazed eyes, through tears. .. and motioned him to remove his 
beating, pulsating cock from her belly and scoot around in back of her to 
fuck his wife. 

Sarah screamed hysterically! She would have no cock in her cunt! Overruled! 

Ben climbed onto his wife's pelvis, dug into her soft thighs with his big, 
strong hands to pry them apart, crawled inside, and snubbed his beating, 
throbbing cock to her tight, clenched cunt! 

Diane rode her face with her slobbering, squishy snatch. 

"EAT ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN MY CUNT! DAMN YOU, SARAH, TONGUE FUCK ME!" 
Diane screamed, frantic with lust for her orgasm. She pulled her own labia 
apart and smashed her split slit down harshly onto Sarah's flushed face .. . 
and felt the thick tongue lather and lick the length of her slit.. . She 
shivered, shook, trembled as her fired-up passions soared through her body 
from her prickly toes to her low, good, gutsy feeling. Diane felt like all 
of her insides were dropped, her crack was wide open, the tongue sent her 
spiraling into ecstasy as she sat on Sarah's face and felt Ben's big, hot 
hands on her full breasts. 

He was between Sarah's thighs holding onto Diane's titties as he snubbed his 
strong, hot, stiff cock to his wife's hairy snatch . .. and shoved his cock 
home! 

"AAIIGGNNN! GET OUT OF . .. MY . .. HOLE..." Sarah screamed just before 
Diane squatted full force over her screaming mouth to blot out anything 
other than the fierce sucking of her mouth in Diane's squishy, soft, hot, 
oozing cunt... 

Diane rode her face, her hips swayed, whirlpooled in the frantic stabbing of 
hot, thick tongue, felt Sarah's fingers delving into her pussy to spread the 
suffocating labia .. . and suck ... lick . .. tongue her girl friend's twat 
to a foaming lather .. . licking, nibbling, snorting her heated pleasure ... 

Diane felt Ben's hairy belly rub against her back as he rode his wife's 
hole. He had lifted Sarah's legs up over his shoulders and ploughed right 
into her squeezing hole with his fiercely hot, raging cock. His hands were 
on Diane's breasts and his flat, sturdy belly rubbed up and down on her back 
from her asscrack up as he humped his wife's frantically spasming cunt! 

Diane heard his strong, low grunts of passion hot in her ears as he kissed 
her back, moving from one side of her damp body to the other, humping, 
fucking, screwing in his throbber securely! 

"Humph . .. humph . .. God, what a fuck ... your tits are ... mmmmmmmmm, 
God, I always wanted two women ... now ... I got'em ... humph ... fuckin' 
one hole ... kissin' you . .. touchin' your tits .. . bouncing tits ... 
feeling down your belly. .. Sarah's slobber in your twat... damp hair . .. 
soft, silky trench . .. God ... soooooo Goooooood . .. my fingers in your 
slit. .. on your clit... being licked right along with your cunt. .. fuckin' 
her hole . .. humph ... humph . .. aaggnnnnn ..." 

Tits bounced, jiggled! His cock hammered harshly into Sarah's tight tube! 
His fingers played up and down Diane's belly, flicking her nips, digging 
into her silky, wet slit to feel his wife's tongue lapping at Diane's oozing 
juices .. . Sarah lost, engulfed in the rapture of being fucked and licking 
her girl friend's twat, sending her scorching tongue into the fire of a 
tight, leaking snatch while her fingers dug into hair, spread Diane's labia, 
felt Ben's fingers all gooey with juice .. . 

Wild, frantic, erratic passions building, hands groping, twats leaking, cock 
stabbing, banging, throbbing . . . emotions building, soaring, mounting... 

Diane tossed her head back in ecstasy. She felt the tremendous fiery lust 
burst like a dam in her twat.. . and she screamed her rapture ... 

"OOOUUUni... I'M CUMMIINNG ... ALL OVER YOUR TONGUE... MY CUT... SHAKING . . 
. GOD . . . SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD! EEEEIGGNN!" 

She felt her body shoot, her twat spasmed, hung onto the digging, darting 
tongue ... Oh, what bliss, what a blast of hot juice to lather her slit, 
Sarah's face as she lay full into the squirting spray, spasming twat, 
digging her tongue inside the flaming, burning cunt for more and more juicy, 
luscious cream to gulp and swallow, uuuuummmm! Glory! Bliss! 

Diane's body shivered, shook as she blasted her orgasm, blazed her juice 
onto Sarah's eager, hungry tongue ... such ecstasy! 

Sarah's noises were all garbled as she drank from her friend's twat.. . 
lapped in the juices, sucked noisy gulps of streaming, hot fluid from 
Diane's spasming cunt! 

Ben felt his lover go weak in his arms as he fucked his wife's hole. His 
fingers clutched at her nips and he held her collapsed body close to his 
chest, hugging her and holding her to his nakedness while his cock thumped 
and sawed in and out of his wife's clutched cunt. He rocked in and out, in 
and almost out, back and forth, fucking his wife's hot, steaming cunt and 
holding the naked Diane in his arms, nuzzling against her flushed neck, 
nipping at her ear lobe ... smelling her orgasmic juices as the odor sifted 
up through her snatch hair to his flared nostrils... 

Ben pumped his pulsating cock into Sarah's tight tunnel, fucked his wife's 
cunt, smashed in with his fiery cockhead, vibrated, pulsated, throbbed in 
his wife's hot, simmering, leaking twat... ground in, around and around, 
jamming in, heaving his cock in tight, ground around, rotated in, screwed 
his cock into her flaming hole ... and blasted off! 

"HHHHHMMMM . . . OOOOOHHHH ... AAAHHGNNN.. ." he moaned low, softly into 
Diane's ear ... the soft, almost whisper she so adored, his low, soft voice 
racking into her dizzy head... absorbing her into his very being, engulfing 
her into his arms, hugging her, holding her titties as she lay back against 
his shaking, quivering body and feeling his orgasm as if it were her own . 
.. loving him, held by his strong arms, feeling his body quiver .. . 
experiencing his orgasm with him ... almost being him ... at least part of 
him ... 

Diane loved him so! 

His thick sperm blasted into Sarah's hole and leaked to his dangling 
testicles. .. reeking of strong aroma, feeling hot, squishy, melting his 
harsh cock in her fiery furnace ... and making Sarah cum ... 

"OOOHHHHHH . . . EEIIIGGNN . . . HHHMMMMMM," she whispered, tightening her 
legs around his shoulders, feeling Diane, the intruder, against her 
husband's naked body .. . and suddenly resenting her best friend ... 

Sarah's body jerked, racked, spasmed as her cunt wrapped around her 
husband's prick in happy orgasm ... squeezing, clasping ... leaking her 
juice to his stabbing cock, oozing juices to his hanging balls... 

Ben backed out of his wife's clutch, dragging his limp cock as he sank to 
his bare ass at her knees. He huffed and puffed his shot orgasm ... 

Diane could not let go of him ... not just yet... this would be her last 
time with her precious Ben ... her wonderful fucker ... her darling lover 
... 

The hell she felt could only be quenched by his cock ... even limp ... 
melted. She lay back on her back with her open trench still in Sarah's face. 
Her mouth opened as she groped for Ben's shot cock. Her fingers felt for his 
sticky prick and shoved it into her hungry mouth, balls and all... and she 
wallowed his dick, his nuts... his whole sexual being in her heavy, thick 
spit... 

She felt warmed as he knelt on his knees, dangling his weak prick into her 
watering mouth as she sucked, tugged, loved his prick ... 

Diane raised her hands to hold his precious cock and testicles as she 
slurped like a baby from his piss-hole, gurgling her happiness as she 
tongued up and down his weak stem, held his delicious cock out of her mouth 
to look at his lovely organ . .. submerge it into her spit, tongue back his 
foreskin, nip on his beautiful cockhead, take the whole wonderful organ into 
her mouth to wallow in her spit, shove in his balls, those velvety soft nuts 
... move the small ovals inside the hanging sacs... taste his spent cum, 
lick under his prick and rocks almost to his pinched asshole, wallow in the 
musky smell, taste his juice ... hold his precious crotch to her smoldering 
face ... 

Diane loved Ben ... tears trickled from her dark, glazed eyes ... 

It was over.. . her fucking with Ben was all over ... she had given him back 
to his wife ... and his wife now craved his cock, demanded it, put her mouth 
to Ben's crotch and, as Diane spit out his weakened cock, Sarah took the 
spent prick into her spitty mouth ... took his balls, felt into his crotch 
and ran her fingers between his legs to his asshole ... 

Diane crawled away to cry in the corner... alone one more time .. . only 
worse ... she sat naked and watched her best friend suck her husband's prick 
to full erection . .. watched the two of them melt into each other's arms 
and fuck, fuck, fuck ... 

CHAPTER TEN 

Diane had done the right thing by getting her fucker back with his wife .. . 
she guessed. Only things were not working out for her. The horrible 
frustrations mounted in her body. She had been without a fucker for only a 
few days and already the sexual urge racked her body. She had to find 
somebody .. . she had to have a cock! 

Diane could not stand her homy mobile home for another minute! She had to 
get out! The lights were out next door so she had accomplished her mission 
there. Ben was fucking Sarah ... shit! Diane missed Ben! Missed his fuckin' 
cock! Damn! Her torment started over again! 

Before she freaked out and went for a cucumber in the old twat, she better 
get on the move ... 

She grabbed her sweater and purse and headed out of the door. She didn't 
know where she was going, only to get drunk someplace in the hopes she would 
find a cock on the prowl to satisfy her longings. She had to find a cock! 

Diane drove in a state of near blindness, tears flooding from her eyes. She 
saw the bright lights of a bar and drove into the parking lot. She didn't 
know where she was or, for sure, how she had gotten here, and she didn't 
give a damn! She was out on the prowl one more time. Why she had decided to 
give up Ben before she had another lover she didn't understand. She had to 
be crazy. She was crazy in love with her neighbor Ben, and she let go of him 
... Why? Why? Why? 

She wiped the tears from her eyes and bolted from the car. She ran 
frantically into the bright lights of the bar to escape herself ... 

The lights dimmed inside. The noise of the crowd blared into her ears. The 
clanking of glasses, the loud music, the night life in full swing... almost 
nauseated her. 

"I'll be goddamned! Just what I did not need!" she said out loud. 

On the center stage, surrounded by mirrors, was a naked young man dancing to 
rock music. His cock was limp and flopping up and down, up and down over his 
testicles. His body was young, lean and hard, his hair long, black and 
gleaming under the bright lights focused on him. As the music thumped a 
strong base beat, every muscle in his body rippled to the beat. He spread 
his knees making butterfly wings as he slowly humped his pelvis and went 
down, down, down to a low limbo stance forcing his flopping cock to move up 
and down, bounce right in the faces of the young girls surrounding the 
stage. 

Diane put her hand to her mouth in awe. She had never seen such a floor show 
in her life and right now she did not need to see a young cock, limp or 
hard. Her mouth watered as she sank onto a chair at a small table. She did 
not want to watch, but she could not take her eyes from the dancer's young, 
hairy crotch. She ordered a drink and sipped on it feeling her hormones go 
to work in her sex starved body. 

The young girls shrieked! Drinks clanked. The music blared and the naked 
dancer was replaced by another young buck. 

He started to dance in his bikini trunks and tank top. The music built in 
volume and beat. He smiled with the same devilish grin she knew so well from 
her fucker, Ben. The young man shed his tank top and continued to gyrate 
around the stage in his bare feet. With every fierce thump of base, he poked 
his cock at some girl's face, lowering his body to where her face was nearly 
between his legs. As the music continued, he shed his bikini trunks and all 
but fucked the air with his punches, grinds, and stabs of limp cock. He 
moved back and forth forcing his cock to whip up and down, up and down to 
the beat. His arms were behind his head, on his hips, and caressing his 
thighs exotically as he went down, down, down, spreading his legs and 
bobbing his cock in an enticing manner. When he stood up he backed his firm, 
young ass to the girls and rotated his butt hole for them to ogle. 

Shrieks and screams sounded from the younger set, claps of wild, frantic 
enthusiasm sounded and Diane sat on her oozing twat in sheer agony. 

"Hi, I hope he doesn't suffer from whip lash," came a feminine voice at her 
side. 

Diane looked and there was her former charge nurse with an exciting gleam in 
her flashing, sparkling, dark eyes. 

"Hi!" Diane exclaimed, happy to see someone she knew. 

"Goooooood, huh?" Lois asked, grinning hungrily. 

"Yeah, but I'm so horny right now I just don't need this," Diane said. 

"I know what you mean," Lois agreed. "God, I'd love to get hold of his cock! 
I'd stand it up for him! I never realized just how good a limp cock looked. 
Bet it would taste good ..." she said, her eyes dancing with excitement. 

"I thought you were married," Diane said, probing. 

"Not anymore ... and never again! I've had it. I'd rather go cruisin' and 
find what I want. Right now I'd love to have that guy!" She clapped loudly 
and laughed openly. 

"Hey, honey, don't get whiplash," Lois yelled. Then looking at Diane she 
added, "I'm a nurse. I could hold it for him and make his cock all better." 
She laughed her warm, rich laugh and watched the young stud on the platform 
do his thing. Diane looked at Lois. A warm feeling engulfed her. Maybe Lois 
had it all together. Maybe Diane didn't want to get married, after all. If 
she was married she wouldn't be sitting here ogling the young man on the 
stage nor would she be on the prowl for a new, fresh cock. There was always 
the possibility of getting it on with Lois. Diane had really liked tonguing 
Sarah's cunt and she presumed Lois had one pretty pussy. 

A whole new world opened up for Diane as she sat next to Lois who was 
thoroughly enjoying the young man on the stage. Her gleaming smile was 
contagious and Diane smiled and stared. 

The young man came up in front of the two women, did his squat with the legs 
wide apart, thrust and retracted, thrust and retracted, heaved his young, 
sturdy pelvis right in Lois's face and then Diane's. 

"Oh, God!" Lois smiled and turned her face in embarrassment. "Would I love 
to touch and fuck that!" 

Diane licked her lips and her mouth watered. Her crotch was leaking like 
mad. 

"I'm hot and horny again," Lois said calmly as she turned to look the young 
man in the crotch. She tossed her pretty, dark head and took in all she 
could see. "I'm all squishy," she laughed. 

"Better move around before it sets up and you're glued to the chair," Diane 
laughed. 

Lois put her warm hand on Diane's arm and smiled, the heat steaming from her 
smoldering, dark eyes. 

The young man thrust, heaved, poked his pelvis at the two. His cock 
flip-flopped up and down over his dangling testicles. Up and down, up and 
down, again and again . .. within a tongue's length from their faces. 

Diane looked at Lois. 

Lois looked at Diane. 

Both of them licked their lips in happy anticipation ... 


End
