The Housekeeper's Young Studs
by Lee Engels
(RX-478)


FOREWORD 

Pedophilia, or sexual relations between adults and adolescents, is a much 
misunderstood concept. In an era of supposed sexual liberation, many people 
still regard sex between the generations with anger, misunderstanding, and 
contempt. Our legal system reinforces the idea that sex between lovers of 
widely differing ages is somehow sinful and reprehensible, penalizing such 
liaisons with antiquated severity. 

Psychologists tell us that an attraction toward young lovers is universal 
among mature adults. And, of course, the converse is true, in that 
adolescents, confused by the changes in their developing sexuality, often 
turn to older individuals for their initiation into erotic activity. 

The following novel, The Housekeeper's Young Studs, a dramatization of this 
common phenomenon, deals with Regina Barres, a woman confused and almost 
defeated by life. Widowed after twenty years of sterile and unfulfilling 
marriage, Regina is cast into the world on her own, friendless and in 
financial difficulty. 

Regina manages to find employment as housekeeper in the Cokes family, a clan 
consisting of a widower and his three sons, ranging in age from twelve to 
seventeen. After two weeks in the Cokes household, Regina comes to learn 
that more is expected of her than cooking and cleaning. 

Blackmailed into an affair with George, the oldest son, Regina soon learns 
that she has a taste for youth. George and then his two younger brothers 
became indispensable to the middle-aged beauty, a source of sensual 
gratification that she had not achieved in two decades of married life. 

Confused by her erotic yearnings, Regina struggles against herself, 
realizing that her affairs with the Cokes youngsters stand in direct 
contrast to her long-held moral standards. It is only after months of 
agonized worry that she is able to unite the contradictory strands of her 
existence. 

Regina's story is typical of the struggles many people face in achieving 
erotic liberation. The resolution she finds, combining sensual satisfaction 
and personal fulfillment, points to a direction in which thousands are 
heading. Her adventures should prove relevant to all thinking adults. 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surree 
Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore 
or newsstand each and ever month. Serious collectors of strictly adult 
reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for 
definite re-reading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Regina Barres stared intently at the young man who had invaded her bedroom, 
watched as George quickly and carelessly stripped the garments from his lean 
seven-teen-year old body. A sense of unreality dominated her mind and she 
wondered vaguely how she had landed in her current positions. 

George Cokes finally stared back, smiling with unconcealed approval at the 
fortiesh woman who was lying flat on her back in bed, clad in a flimsy 
nightgown, her long ash-blond hair streaming over naked, smooth-skinned 
shoulders. Maids were for fucking, and this one was going to get a taste of 
Cokes' masculinity before he left home for college. 

It was slightly disturbing that Regina resembled his recently deceased 
mother in so many ways, but George was young and horny and far from being 
sentimental or hypersensitive. Mother was dead and nothing could change 
that. Life had to go on without her. It was the way of the world. 

George glanced briefly at the open door before joining Regina in her narrow 
single bed. It was hot as hell and her room had no air conditioning. But it 
was late and his father and two brothers were long asleep. Besides, nobody 
could tell a man like himself what to do or refrain from doing. 

"Take it off, Regina," he whsipered. "I want you naked, mother-naked. And, 
damn it, stop that fucking whimpering." 

Regina obeyed the first part of the order. She was going to have to make it 
with George, that had already been decided early that morning. At least he 
had been honest. One night together and she could keep her job while he went 
happily off to school. Refusal carried a strict punishment, the loss of a 
job that the middle-aged widow simply couldn't afford to lose. 

Regina pulled the nightie over her head and then threw it next to her bed, 
on a brightly colored linoleum floor. She maintained her supine position as 
George studied her at his leisure. Her large round tits rested on a solid, 
square rib-cage, soft and fragrant, crowned with broad pink nipples that 
were expanded from the heat of a sultry summer night. 

Her waist was narrow and her midsection surprisingly trim for a woman past 
forty. Borad, lushly cushioned hips flared out from her waist, accentuating 
the thick blonde-streaked hair of her pussy. Her legs were long, hairless 
and shapely, completing a picture of a woman who had lived well and taken 
good care of herself through twenty years of childless marriage. 

She felt George's body growing tense beside her. Without looking, she knew 
that his prick was already hard. It pressed against her side, hot and heavy. 
George was a shockingly handsome young man but she did not want to fuck him. 
Blackmail was wrong, and sex itself was something that had passed from her 
life during two years of widowhood. 

And then there was no more time for thinking, for doubts, apprehensions and 
guilt. George had rolled over onto his right side. His long muscular left 
arm surrounded her shoulder, drawing Regina closer and closer to his young 
body. His prick felt like a branding iron as it came to rest on her upper 
left thigh. 

Regina allowed herself to be kissed. She was no longer crying, but her 
substantial, voluptuous body trembled in her young lover's strong grip. 

Their lips met and Regina's mouth opened to admit a thick wet tongue that 
tasted of tobacco, licorice, and beer. George had prepared for their night 
together by raising hell all evening with his friends. 

The boy was now on top of her, his thick lips covering Regina's narrow-bowed 
mouth. She felt George going for her tits, running his hand from right to 
left, cupping and pinching and squeezing the huge globes with adolescent 
greed. His cheek, pressed against her soft white neck, was scratchy, making 
Regina squirm along the full length of her luscious body. 

"Nice tits," George muttered as he broke their kiss. "Really firm for an old 
woman." It was as if he were talking to someone else, his voice dripping 
with male pride. 

Regina felt her nipples hardening under the young man's fingers. She was 
responding to him already, responding to a blackmailer and rapist young 
enough to be her son. She could feel moisture seeping from per palpitating 
twat, could feel her body getting tense and edgy. Why did her first lover 
have to be a bastard like George Cokes? 

George was disappointed at first. Used to' girls his own age, he had 
expected a lot from Regina. It stood to reason that an older woman with a 
body like that would know a lot about sex, would be aggressive in the sack. 
But although she was allowing him to use her body as he wished, no response 
was yet forthcoming. It was like making love to a beautiful manikin or 
corpse. 

Not that it slowed George down or detracted much from his pleasure. His 
prick was rock-hard, seven inches of urgent male flesh moving closer and 
closer to the woman's pussy. Her tits alone could keep a man busy for hours, 
and sooner or later he would have Regina begging him for more. 

George's left hand slid down Regina's torso, tracing each curve of her 
lovely body, lingering on its way to her pussy. Finally his fingers gripped 
her pubic mound, nestled amidst the thick curly tresses. His index finger 
slid between her moist labia and sank deep into a tight quivering cunt. 

Regina stiffened reflexively and drew George's finger deeper into her 
long-neglected fuck hole. Now she was ready to give in. The point of 
resistance had been long passed. She was horny and hot to trot. Her cunt 
walls quivered around George's index finger and she twisted her body so that 
his prick rested against the lower end of her distended labia. 

"You like it, don't you?" George asked, his voice loud in the darkness. 
"Yeah, you like it fine. You want my prick, don't you, Regina? You want to 
feel it inside you, right in your cunt. Tell me or I won't give it to you." 

Regina barely recognized her own voice as she answered. It was a deep voice, 
pleading and caressing, giving in completely to a young, handsome, 
domineering man. 

"Fuck me, George, please fuck me. Yes, I want you, I need you. Stay with me 
all night and you can do whatever you want with me. FUCK ME, George darling, 
FUCK ME NOW." 

George laughed as he removed his finger from Regina's box. He could smell 
her now, could sense that the room was filling with the redolence of lust. 
Sweat, come, pussy juice - it was all there. And the woman wanted more. The 
horny old bitch was hot to trot, hot for his stiff young price. 

Brushing long, straight black hair from his eyes and forehead, George 
mounted the woman confidently. He brandished his stiff rod in his hand and 
then guided it slowly home. Regina's opening was surprisingly tight, so that 
he had to lean his weight forward and push hard to get into her. She was 
like a teenage girl in that regard. 

"Deeper," Regina whispered huskily. "Put it in deeper. God, that feels so 
good. Please, George, don't make me wait, three inches of his meat already 
inside her, the rest was easy. One strong thrust and he had shot the bolt 
home and could feel his wiry black hair pressing against Regina's paler 
pubic tresses. Her cunt was just right, perfect, enclosing his prick and 
leaving just enough room for him to move inside her. It would have been easy 
for him to let go and shoot his load then and there. 

But George was sexually experienced enough not to want to truncate his own 
pleasure. He let his prick rest deep in Regina's cunt and enjoyed the feel 
of her quivering pussy walls. He was lying flat on top her now and her tits 
were crushed under his pale muscular chest. He wrapped his long arms around 
her shoulders, bringing their bodies into even closer contact. 

And then Regina began to move, making her final surrender. Her ass dug down 
into the soft mattress under her and her lush hips wiggled slowly from side 
to side. Her cunt tightened around the thick probing rod and she could feel 
her clitoris swelling as it was caressed by George's pubic hair. 

She kissed the boy on her own free will, craning her neck upward and 
fastening her lips to his broad, sensual mouth. Her hair hung wet now, blond 
and lustrous in the moonlight that was beginning to suffuse the narrow 
bedroom. She sucked George's tongue deep into her mouth and rubbed her tits 
harder against his chest. Her nipples had tightened now, red and puckered, 
alive, contracting, sensitive to the point of discomfort. 

She felt George responding to her movements, pulling his thick cock back a 
few inches, only to be slammed back deeper into her yielding love tunnel. It 
took only a few seconds for the oddly matched lovers to establish a common 
rhythm of lust. Their bodies moved together in a quickening tempo, joined at 
the loins and lubricated with perspiration. 

George was no longer able to enjoy his triumph. His passion had been aroused 
to a degree that proscribed conscious thought. His prick drove in and out of 
Regina's twat, dripping wet with the overflow of her ample secretions. He 
held the woman tight, almost squeezing the breath from Regina's strong 
torso. His mind was full of lust, devoid of all else. 

But still he did not come, though his prick had swollen almost grotesquely. 
It was easy enough to look down and watch it slide into Regina's box, a 
thick, slightly curved shaft of muscle, lined with gnarled, bulging veins. 
It was getting better and better, the kind of sex that had existed only as 
fantasy before he had forced his way into Regina's bed. 

He changed positions slightly, sliding his hands down from Regina's 
shoulders and then wedging them under the woman's ass. He hadn't yet seen 
her from behind, but her ass felt good with its smooth skin covering lithe, 
strong, rippling muscles. And her asshole was wide open, welcoming the 
entrance of the tip of his index ringer, the same one that had been in her 
cunt. 

Regina could feel her passion getting out of control. She had never been a 
frigid woman, but in forty years had fucked only three men besides her late 
husband. No sex for two years and now she was reacting like a nymphomaniac, 
grinding her pelvis upward and sucking her lover's cock into the deepest 
recesses of her dripping wet, clinging cunt. 

Her body began to stiffen, each muscle tightening spasmodically. Her nerves 
were raw, as if she had been flayed in the process of fucking. And her cunt 
was a live thing with a will of its own, teasing and caressing the huge 
prick that slid in over and again to fill her fuck box to capacity. 

Regina had come only twice in the past two years, through the manipulations 
of her own skilled fingers. Now there was something real and male and 
tangible inside her and it was driving her to heights of passion that seemed 
impossible. Her eyes closed but she could still see George looming above 
her, his face a reddening mask of relentless, aggressive male sensuality. 

And then it happened, suddenly, taking Regina by surprise. Her cunt muscles 
rippled and fluttered and then she could feel herself starting to come. Her 
eyes shut tighter and then she stopped moving, her cunt now a vessel, a 
hungry cauldron boiling with passion, ready to empty its juices. 

"George fuck me harder, just a little harder," she pleaded. "YES, YES, FUCK 
ME, shove that big prick into my cunt. OOOOOOOOHHHHHH, shit, that's right, 
that's what I want. A A A A AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, yes, darling, a little more. 
AAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHH HH!!!!" 

Her cunt muscles contracted around George's prick so that the handsome lad 
could not withdraw it an inch. Trapped inside her, he could feel the woman 
going through her paces, could feel himself being soaked with come. Her 
voice was dangerously loud but it was too late to worry about anything like 
that. 

Regina opened her eyes in the middle of her climax. Her body was still going 
wild, not moving but contracting and loosening in an eddying spiral of lust. 
Four spasms shook her magnificent ripe body, each accompanied by a scream of 
passion and another stream of thick fragrant pussy honey. 

Her passion seemed to take forever to subside, but at last Regina came to 
her senses again, sinking back onto the mattress. She twisted her body to 
remove George's ringer from her asshole and then the boy was fucking her 
again, not saying a word, his own passion close to its culmination. 

Regina rested for the next few moments, knowing that Gorge had no need of 
her assistance in getting his rocks off. The boy's body glistened with sweat 
now and his muscles stood out firm and well-defined under his smooth skin. 
His torso bent upward, putting more weight and pressure on her groin. His 
strokes were coming harder and faster now, a sure sign he was almost there. 

She could hear the loud sloshing noises that the thick tube made as it 
wormed in and out of her cunt. The mattress under her was soaked with come, 
warm, evaporating, making everything smooth and slippery. And George's cock 
seemed to have grown another two inches, swollen with come, tense and 
trembling as he socked it to the gorgeous housekeeper. 

Another moment and he was there, shoving his cock in one last time and 
letting it rest in the bottom of Regina's cunt. She felt it contract once 
and then a thick stream of come shot all the way back to her womb, mingling 
with her own secretions, mixing with the heat and sweat and humidity of the 
small room. 

"Here it comes, Ma," George grunted, putting his full weight against her. "O 
O O O O O OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH." I'm gonna fill you with come now. Right in 
your fucking cunt. Yeah, Mama, I'm ready now. Shit, I'm coming. 

AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!!!!" 

Regina felt the semen flowing into her cunt, filling her and then dripping 
out around the thick cylinder of her lover's still-erect penis. He fucked 
her for another minute or two, refusing to stop until his prick had gone 
completely flaccid. Finally the thick tube shrank away from her and the boy 
rolled off her tired body, allowing Regina to rest at last. 

George ignored her for the next five minutes, lying with his eyes half 
closed under heavy lids. He seemed to be trying to control his breathing, as 
if embarrassed by the intensity of his passion. Regina appreciated the 
respite. She too had plenty to think about, much of it extremely disturbing. 

The whole situation was insane. For forty years she had been first a spoiled 
daughter and then an affluent wife. But then Charlie had died in a plane 
crash and his estate had turned out practically nonexistent. Two years of 
scrimping and saving and she had been forced to look for a job. 

Only there wasn't much need for a middle-aged woman with no particular 
skills or training. One rejection had followed another and each time her 
standards had sunk. Finally, by dint of a recommendation from one of 
Charlie's relatives, she had secured a position as James Cokes' housekeeper. 

A maid I came once a week to do the heavy work but being a servant was still 
a bitter pill for Regina to swallow. For a while, she had hoped for 
something from her employer. . . specifically a proposal of marriage. After 
all, they were the same age, both recently widowed, both intelligent, 
energetic people. 

James Cokes had not responded to her discreet overtures though. He 
appreciated her competence, who had seemed to have cornered the market on 
devilry since his wife's passing, but occasionally looked with approval at 
her face and figure. But he was busy with his work, a distracted oblivious 
man, handsome but seemingly able to live without even a minimal sex life. 

Not so his oldest son, who had been eyeballing Regina since her first day in 
the Cokes household. And she had not encouraged him, Regina knew, had never 
considered his advances as anything but the bravado of a spoiled teenager. 
But George had a lot of influence with his father and it would have been 
easy enough for him to concoct some sort of story that would result in her 
dismissal. 

"What are you thinking about, Regina?" George asked in a rather calm and 
affectionate voice. "You look kind of serious." 

"I don't know," Regina answered honestly. "Everything and nothing, this 
whole crazy household. The way I let you extort sex from me. 

I'm sorry, George, I didn't mean that." 

"It's okay, you've got a right to be pissed at me. I'm sorry, Regina, but it 
was so beautiful I can't hate myself for it like I should. Does that make 
sense?" 

Regina assured her young lover that it did. For the first time since her 
arrival they were able to talk openly and George was turning out to be a 
different person, gentle in bed, concerned, sensitive and poignantly 
confused. Regina knew that he cared for her, that it would be even more 
difficult for him to break family ties and go off alone to college. At least 
she could make his last night better. 

For a moment, the conversation turned to George's brothers, Billy and 
Daniel, born only a year apart. Regina was surprised to hear her lover warn 
her against Billy. True, he was a nasty, pushy aggressive thirteen but of 
the four males in the household he had been the one who seemed least to 
notice her existence. 

It was one of those coincidences that occur mainly in movies that Billy 
Cokes had been standing for the last twenty minutes in the shadow of the 
open bedroom door, watching, listening, turning red and tense as he heard 
Regina's final comment on him. A baby, too young to bother her even if he 
wanted to, a scrawny, undergrown brat and none too bright in the bargain. 

And then there was no point to further conversation. Unaware of Billy's 
presence, Regina turned her attention back to George. On her side, she 
draped her hand over the boy's groin and let her fingers find his prick and 
balls in the dark. Smiling, she realized that he was hard again. His cock 
seemed to rise to meet her caressing fingers, thickening with the first 
touch. 

Regina knew just what was going to happen. Out of words, George was sinking 
into depression. He wouldn't want to fuck her again but was unlikely to 
refuse a blowjob. And she wanted to suck him off, more than she had wanted 
anything in years. Unaware, she was about to give young Billy another visual 
presentation of the varieties of erotic possibility. 

When George's prick had swollen to a state of complete erection, she bent 
her body and bowed her head over the curved, upward-rising scepter, her lips 
moist and her mouth watering. Her lips parted half an inch and then closed 
on the very tip of the tumid organ, hot and quivering under her touch. 

George remained stationary, his mind a maelstrom of lust and adolescent 
self-absorption. He watched Regina as she began to suck his cock. Her lips 
parted further and then he was partially inside her mouth. It was as simple 
as that, only she wasn't going to leave it at that, having bigger and better 
things in mind. 

Inch by inch the huge prick disappeared into Regina's mouth and throat. Her 
lips ringed the shaft tightly and her tongue began to swirl, coating every 
square inch of the hard cock with a film of warm saliva. She breathed 
through her nose, softly, slowly, and effortlessly. 

But before the boy could start lunging his prick upward, Regina had decided 
to service the full seven inches, something she had never done before. Her 
mouth was full of cock but she forced her head down further, taking in the 
final three inches in a single motion. Her throat was stuffed with cock and 
her lips stretched painfully, but she could feel the boy's pubic hair 
grazing her lips as her teeth closed gently around the thick base of his 
quivering oaken prick. 

She maintained that position for a moment and then reluctantly let a third 
of George's cock escape her hungry mouth. Her head began to bob up and down 
slowly as she maintained tight suction. 

Her tongue curled around the shaft of George's swollen prick, gently laving 
it, tracing each vein down from just under the glans to the thick stumpy 
base. She could feel him pulsating inside her, could sense the come that was 
rising slowly from the boy's heavy, pendulant balls. 

Ad now he was responding to her, pushing his prick upward. When he went too 
deep it was hard for Regina to breathe. Her jaw felt dislocated, her stomach 
unsteady. But she persisted, taking in seven inches with each movement of 
her head, until George's balls were drenched in her warm saliva. 

Regina reached around to grab George's balls, cradling them gently in her 
right hand. So soft and vulnerable, but the real source of his passion and 
virility. 

"Mmmmmm, that's nice," George muttered, his voice dreamy and far away. 
"Nobody ever did it to me that well before. Yeah, that's it, do it with your 
tongue. Suck it a little harder, take it all in again." 

Regina ignored the substance of her lover's pleas but found herself 
responding warmly to the tone. It was good to be with a man again. . . and 
especially a young man. Her last years of sex with Charlie had been tepid at 
best, but George seemed full of the sap of life. Everything she did seemed 
to rouse the boy's passion closer to a fever pitch. 

She flicked her tongue across the thick head of George's prick, a purple, 
slightly spongy knob that filled the front of her mouth to capacity. Then 
her head would descend, her neck arching gracefully as she worked her way 
down toward the base. All the while her lips and teeth were busy, varying 
the sensations, using different combinations to increase the boy's mounting 
pleasure. 

George began to move faster, lifting his hips off the mattress as he drove 
his cock deep into Regina's throat. His balls began to contract in her hands 
and then she could taste a drop of thick semen pearling on the tip of his 
rod. He was trying to control his passion but fighting a losing battle. 

For a brief moment, Regina let the prick slip away from her lips, only to 
attack it with the point of her pink tongue. She flicked her tongue like a 
reptile, aiming at the tip of George's cock and hitting the target with 
unfailing accuracy. She stared at the thick scepter and noticed that the 
veins were throbbing, a sure sign that he was almost there. 

Taking the huge, heavy prick back into her greedy mouth, Regina worked 
harder than ever, knowing that she would soon be rewarded with another 
dollop of the boy's hot come. Her lips clamped George's rod and her head 
moved faster, so that George could barely keep up with her, his breath 
coming short and fast, his face purple with unsated lust. 

Regina forgot all subtlety at that point, bouncing her head up and down 
frantically, dying for a taste of the boy's jism. Her spit had run down all 
over his crotch, which shone visibly in the semidarkness. She could feel him 
quivering again, violently this time, almost ready to shoot the works. 

At last it happened. Regina felt the boy's cock stop moving and then it 
contracted once before exploding deep in her mouth. The lad's orgasm was 
better than she expected, a series of soaring spasms, each one sending 
another stream of thick, delicious come into her hungry mouth. 

"I'M COMING, I CAN'T STOP," George roared. "Yes, keep sucking it, let me 
come in your mouth. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, fuck, I've never felt anything like this 
before. It's happening again. I'm COMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNN 
NNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!" 

Regina swallowed the come as quickly as her young lover unleashed it, 
thrilling to the thick salty fluids that trickled down her throat. She 
continued to suck at the spurting organ, refusing to lose a drop of the 
precious frothing fluids. And George remained stiff the whole while, even 
when his prick and balls had been drained completely. 

He pulled his prick from Regina's mouth and then kissed the woman, getting a 
brief taste of his own come. They lay together for half an hour afterward, 
squeezing each other almost painfully, refusing to admit that their bout of 
lovemaking had come to an end. But it was late and George, typically, had 
not yet begun to pack for his morning journey. 

"Remember what I told you," he warned Regina before kissing her good-bye. 
"They're all crazy. . . Father, Daniel, but especially Billy. Watch out for 
that little fucker if you know what's good for you." 

"All right, I will," Regina agreed, wanting to change the subject. "I'll 
keep an eye on him, but I'll be thinking about you. Promise you'll call once 
in a while, darling. Not them, but me. I'll be lonely without you." 

As George walked quietly to his own bedroom he was certain that a flickering 
shadow at the end of the corridor had moved out of his line of vision. 
Probably Daniel taking a leak, he told himself, having no idea of the 
eventual effects of the conversation his brother Billy had overheard so 
clearly. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

George was gone and, Regina reflected, she had not even been lucky enough to 
kiss him good-bye. There was no excuse for her to accompany George, his 
father, and one brother to the train station. At least she had the house to 
herself for a few hours, as young Billy was nowhere to be seen. 

Now, however, her mind was very much taken with present matters. George had 
reawakened her long-dormant sexuality and now he was gone. The boy had been 
kind and gentle but he had abandoned her, staring her fire and left her 
without fuel. He had complicated a life she had been trying to keep simple. 

Regina stared at herself in the mirror. Her face still looked young, a 
little full in the cheeks but unlined and creamily complected. Her blue eyes 
were bright ovals, set far apart, curving up from prominent cheekbones at 
their outer corners. Her chin was small and pointed, emphasizing the 
graceful arch of her thin lips. Her teeth were white and regular. It was a 
face that a woman of forty could look at with pride. 

Slowly, almost unconsciously, Regina began to strip before the tall 
rectangle of her full-length mirror. It was time to take stock of herself, 
physically as well as emotionally. 

She undressed without ceremony and then stepped closer to the mirror. Yes, 
she had taken care of herself. Her tits, full and round since the age of 
thirteen, rode high on her square torso. Her waist was still narrow and her 
hips had always been broad, full and womanly. 

Her legs were still muscular, although soft flesh predominated toward the 
top of her thighs. And her skin was as white and smooth as it had always 
been. There was no reason on earth for men not to be attracted to her. 
Really, George's advances should not have taken her by surprise. 

Regina lifted her tits, cupping one hand under each ripe globe. Her fingers 
crept upward, touching her broad pink nipples, caressing them until their 
color had darkened halfway to red. Her whole body was tingling. Aroused 
once, the woman's sensuality was now beyond inhibition. 

She let one breast free and smiled when it sank only an inch or two onto her 
ribcage. Her right hand moved slowly down Regina's torso, her fingers warm 
and knowing, soothing and stimulating at the same time. She was homy, hot, 
with every cell in her body screaming for erotic gratification. 

Before long, Regina's hand had migrated to her pussy, holding the entire 
pubic mound firmly, with one finger sliding gently between her bright pink 
labia. All the while, her eyes remained riveted to the mirror. For the first 
time in her life, Regina was going to watch herself masturbating. 

The room was cool and airy, a strong breeze moving in through the half-open 
doorway. Regina shivered once but her good, sensual, dependable body was 
warm enough already. 

She shuddered again as her labia felt the start of erotic stimulation, her 
tits bouncing and swaying, nipples firm and unmoving around the soft 
malleable flesh. Regina forced her index fingers deep into her moist vulva, 
tightening her sphincter muscles around the welcome intruder. 

But she did that for only a moment. She had not yet touched her clitoris but 
the normally tiny pink organ had already turned a darker red. It was hard 
and prominent, protruding defiantly from its protective sheath. That was her 
target now, no longer to be denied. 

Slowly, torturously, Regina slid the tip of her finger along her labia. She 
ringed her clitoris, not wanting to stimulate herself too quickly. But it 
didn't take long for her to cover the little button and press it gently from 
side to side, the sound of her breathing loud in the large bedroom. 

Her left hand moved from one succulent tit to the other, paying special 
attention to each prominent nipple. Her whole body began to sway and soon 
she was grinding her pelvis and pushing her cunt outward. 

Regina could feel the juice leaking out of her cunt, bathing her shapely 
thighs with its saline warmth. Charlie used to say that she could have 
bottled the stuff, a comment that had always pleased and embarrassed her at 
the same time. Well, her cunt was still in fine working order, tight and 
juicy, a lovely pink, sensitive and responsive. 

Regina stuck her pussy closer out toward the mirror, bending her back and 
craning her neck in the process. Letting go of her tits, she used one hand 
to hold her labia apart while the other continued to work on her vulva and 
clitoris, occasionally working its way back inside her greedy vulva. 

Now her twat really looked its best, a spread mound of soft flesh and smooth 
blonde tresses surrounding a moist and bright pink interior. She was looking 
into the center of herself now, the heart of her sensuality. Visual and 
tactile stimuli worked together to increase her passion. 

Regina focused on her clitoris, which was now dark purple and greatly 
distended. Sticking out from the confluence of her labia, the tiny organ 
seemed to have a life of its own. She attacked it from every angle, rubbing 
it more roughly with each passing moment, and sometimes, when she could 
stand it no longer, she would push her pelvis outward and feel her arm 
muscles tightening as she tried to force the pointed gland back into its 
fleshy hood. 

Eyes glued to her cunt, Regina was surprised to hear herself moaning with 
passion. She had never been a noisy woman in bed and had been embarrassed 
while screaming her lust aloud in George Cokes' arms the night before. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, I need it, I need it so bad," her voice insisted. "It's 
been too long. A woman can't live like that, not forever. 
AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, yes, I can't deny myself, not now, not after 
George." 

Her voice was low and throaty but there was an edge to it, an undertone of 
panic and desperation. Nonetheless, her lust and passion were unabated. Her 
right hand was dripping with come and she was now so close to the mirror 
that she saw herself foreshortened, her cunt looking like a gigantic 
beckoning canyon, a dark seductive sanctum. 

She knew her orgasm was coming soon. She had always been quick to come and 
this time things were moving frantically. Her index finger whitened over her 
clitoris and now there was nothing gentle about the way she was frigging 
herself. One finger remained inside her vulva and the others slid up and 
down her sensitive labia, bruising the delicate membranes but driving her 
passion to higher and higher peaks. 

Regina felt her pussy walls contracting around the two fingers that now 
filled her vulva. She was wet and slippery and could smell her own 
secretions. Her breath was rasping now, quickening in tempo. And her cunt 
was on fire, seething and roiling within, aching unbearably. 

In another second, Regina had to close her eyes. As she did, as her passion 
came finally to a climax, a second figure entered the mirror. Had she 
looked, Billy Cokes would have appeared to be standing right behind her, 
slightly to the left, staring over her shoulder at her cunt and hips. 

"I'm coming now, I'm coming," Regina screamed. "Yes, it's happening. GEORGE, 
GEORGE, can you feel me coming. Yes, yes, yes. 
AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII-!!!!!!!!" 

"George can't hear you, but I can," a thin, piping voice rejoined. "Quite a 
little show you're putting on, but it's not nearly as good as that time last 
night when you and George-Porgie were going at it. Yeah, that was better." 

Opening her eyes, Regina saw and immediately recognized Billy as the 
thirteen-year-old boy walked toward her with slow careful steps. She could 
remember his words only vaguely but the gist was there in her mind. Not only 
had she been spied on, but it had happened twice. 

"Billy," she said in a tone that tried to be harsh. "What are you doing 
here? Don't you knock before you come into a room? I ought to tell your 
father about this." 

Billy laughed as he moved closer to Regina, an unpleasant, nasal chuckling 
that finally reminded Regina of her total nudity. For a moment, she splayed 
the fingers of one hand across both tits and cupped the other over her bush. 
But that was ridiculous, she knew. He had been watching her and he could 
still see her naked body from the rear. 

Regina turned to face Billy, letting her arms drop to her sides. Billy 
looked especially unsavory that day. His complexion was unnaturally pale and 
his eyes narrower and more suspicious than ever. He was actually quite a 
good-looking teenager, but thin and sharp-featured. He reminded Regina of a 
youthful, beardless Rasputin. 

"You know what?" Billy asked after stopping a foot or two from Regina. "I 
liked that, I really did. I never saw a woman naked before, especially doing 
neat things like that." 

Regina nodded her head slightly. She was in a bad position, much as she had 
been with George. And George had evidently been right about his brother. The 
boy was a sneering, snickering nasty little monster from head to toe. Her 
opinion of him did not improve once Billy completed his monologue. 

Billy had liked her well enough until the previous night, when he'd heard 
her belittling him in conversation with George. He had desired her and now 
had decided that she was available. If George could fool around with her, so 
could he, using the same sort of blackmail the older boy had plotted. 

"But, Billy, you're too young," Regina insisted, knowing that it was useless 
to appeal to his better instincts. "Isn't seeing me like this enough to 
satisfy your curiosity?" 

It wasn't. Billy snickered again and ordered the woman to stand still. He 
moved a little closer to Regina and then began to circle her body, devouring 
her with narrowed eyes. Three times he reached out and touched her body, on 
buttocks, pubic bush and tits, brief, tentative probings. 

"I'm not going to let you do anything to me," 

Regina told the boy when the humiliating examination had ended. 

"Sure you're not," Billy answered acidly. "And have me go to my father and 
tell him you asked me to go to bed with you. And lose your job and be back 
out in the street." 

Regina blanched. Billy was even smarter than he looked. She was trying to 
buy time but the boy was too smart for that. He ordered Regina to sit on the 
bed with her feet dangling off one of its sides. Then he sat beside the 
demoralized woman, still staring at her as if he expected Regina to 
disappear suddenly in a cloud of smoke. 

Staring at the boy, Regina could not help noticing that the front of Billy's 
tight blue jeans was bulging quite respectably. The boy was small but 
obviously precocious in a sexual sense. Probably he'd never been with a 
woman before, but that was not going to make things any easier for her. 

At that moment, billy reached out and touched her tits again. His fingers 
were cool and strong, examining her dispassionately it seemed, covering 
every millimeter of her lovely blushing flesh. To her shame, Regina found 
that she was still hot and bothered, that his touch felt quite good. - Billy 
stayed with her tits for several minutes getting rougher in his caresses. He 
held one nipple between thumb and forefinger and then pinched and pulled it 
forward, causing Regina to gasp with discomfort. The boy laughed at her 
pain, repeating the motion with greater force and pressure. 

"Billy, that's not how you touch a woman," Regina said, her voice close to a 
whimper. "You're supposed to give pleasure, not pain. Like last night, when 
I was with George." 

That was the wrong thing to say to a jealous younger brother. Billy stared 
into her eyes with apparent contrition on his face. He touched her right 
breast again, gently passing his fingers over the delicate nipple. But then 
he hurt Regina again, cackling loudly as she cried with pain. 

"We'll do it my way," he insisted. "And I don't give a shit if you like it 
or not. You're just the maid here and I can do anything I want to you, can't 
I?" 

Regina nodded with resignation as the boy continued his manual examination 
of her lovely mature body. Billy darted his hand down to her cunt and then 
his index finger was probing around the rim of her tightly closed vulva. 
Regina tried to relax, thinking the boy would tire of her, but every muscle 
in her body was tense, clenched, painfully tight. 

"Spread your legs out," Billy demanded sharply. "Come on, I'm no kid and you 
can't fool v me. I want to get inside you, just like George did." 

Once again, for what seemed the thousandth time in two days, Regina found 
herself obeying an order that went against all her standards and instincts. 
She spread her thighs and then Billy's finger was deep inside her, curved 
slightly, probing the inner recesses of her vaginal chamber. This time he 
was reasonably gentle, causing her a minimum of discomfort. 

Billy's finger slid in and out of Regina's cunt and was soon covered with a 
film of hot pussy juice. He watched Regina as the older woman blushed with 
rising passion. Yes, he was doing it just right, turning her on every bit as 
well as his older brother had done. It was time to move on to other things. 

Without saying a word, Billy stood up and removed his trousers, sliding them 
over his tennis shoes and kicking them to one corner of the room. Regina 
gasped slightly as she looked at him. The boy's groin was topped with a 
stiff prick, a huge angry-looking rod that looked as thick as his torso. 

Billy remained silent. He stood in front of Regina, just inches away, his 
prick parallel to her mouth. Then he reached down for one of Regina's hands, 
holding it tightly by the wrist and guiding her fingers toward his erect 
organ. He was ready for the first handjob of his young life. 

Regina wrapped her fingers around the thick, vein-lined shaft. Her mind was 
no longer working, had refused to cope with the impossible situation in 
which she'd landed. But her fingers acted of their own volition, gripping 
the thick cock tightly and manipulating it with skill. 

Her hand slid up and down the shaft, caressing it from base to crown, 
causing Billy to get harder. Her lips were still just inches from the 
reddened scepter and for a brief moment she wanted to take it into her 
mouth. Was she going crazy, did she really want to submit completely to her 
young tormentor? It seemed uncomfortably possible. 

One thought remained in the back of Regina's mind. James Cokes and his other 
son, Daniel, were not likely to stay away forever. At any minute they could 
come walking into the house, perhaps passing by her room, whose door still 
stood open. She had to get Billy out of her room quickly. 

It was easy enough to get the boy aroused to the point of orgasm. Already a 
drop or two of come was leaking out of the tip of his rod. Billy's pale face 
was now red and sweat-covered. His muscles were tense with anticipation. A 
minute or two of stimulation and he'd be ready to give up his come. 

Regina loosened her grip, allowing her hand to slide more freely along the 
thick curved cock. She tickled the rod under its red and swollen glans, 
using the tips of her pointed nails to increase the boy's pleasure. All the 
while she stared at him from the waist down, facing her captor without 
flinching. 

Billy continued to play with her tits as she jerked him off. His caresses 
were surprisingly effective and he was not too rough this time around. 
Regina could not help it. She was turned on, just as she had been with 
George. This insane family was somehow making her one of their own. 

Enjoying it was the worst part of the experience. She could accept her 
misfortune but it was wrong to be turned on, only there wasn't a thing on 
earth she could do about it. She rubbed one finger across the come hole on 
the tip of Billy's rod and found that she was thrilled to be able to give 
the boy lasting and satisfying pleasure. 

Billy rocked back and forth on his heels, loving every minute of his unique 
experience. Sex had been a recent and confusing presence in his life but now 
it was turning out better than he'd ever expected. Regina was just the kind 
of woman he liked, and from now on she would be his for the asking. 

Regina grabbed his balls in her left hand, stroking and caressing the naked 
spheres with her usual fine touch. Her other hand continued to stroke and 
caress the boy's prick, teasing and tempting it. He could have come already, 
she knew, but like George wanted to prolong his pleasure. 

Her head moved closer to the boy's cock and now her lips were parted 
hungrily. Still, Regina would not give in to herself. She had to retain some 
measure of self-respect. She would do what she had to do and not a single 
thing more. And it looked like her problem would end quite soon. 

Billy's prick was now red as a beet, hot in her hands, heavy and throbbing 
with its load of come. She gripped it tightly below the glans, making that 
spongy crown turn darker and redder. She could feel the blood coursing 
through Billy's meat, could feel his passion mounting to a crescendo. 

Her fingers worked assiduously and tirelessly, turning Billy on in a variety 
of ways, giving him a handjob that even an older man would have been stunned 
by. Now both hands were on the boy's prick, sliding up and down in turn, 
creating pressure and counter-pressure. No virile man could have taken that 
treatment for long without giving up his goodies. 

"Yeah, that feels real nice," Billy gasped in a tight voice. "I knew you 
could do it good. Mmmmmmmmm, shit, you really are fucking good. I'm gonna 
come all over you." 

Regina ignored his words. In the midst of his passion, Billy was still a 
nasty, whining creature, a regular little monster of a boy. But she did like 
his cock, there was no denying it. The scepter was stiff and hard, 
responding perfectly to her manipulations, in a strange way filling her with 
pride. 

"Yes, Billy, you're going to come," she found herself saying. "I want to 
make you come, I'll do it for you. Yes, Billy, just another minute and 
you'll becoming." 

Another trickle of thick come seeped from the tip of Billy's rod. The boy's 
eyes were closed now and he seemed to be in a trance. His whole body was 
immobile, all but his cock, which writhed and twitched in Regina's hand. All 
his concentration was focused on his imminent climax. 

Regina worked harder than ever, the muscles on her wrist and forearm 
tightening as she strove to bring the boy to orgasm. His come slit was wide 
open now and his veins were palpitating rapidly. He was no longer touching 
her body but Regina's own passion had not abated an iota. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHH, shit, I can't stop," Billy groaned. 
"Yes, do it like that, on the head again. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, that's 
right, I knew you could do it. Yeah, Regina, keep beating my meat. 
AAAAAAAAEEEEEEE-IIIIII." 

As the boy screamed, Regina finally succeeded in making him shoot his wad. A 
thick stream of hot, frothing come poured out of Billy's cock, quickly 
followed by a second, more copious blast that spattered all over Regina's 
face. She felt bathed in warm come, could taste it leaking between her 
parted lips. 

The boy came once more, a third jet of come that again laved and covered 
Regina's beautiful flushed face. She continued to pull at Billy's stiff 
prick, even though his come was now in her eyes, blinding her completely. At 
last she felt him getting soft in her hands, his passion finally slaked. 

Regina rose and walked quickly to her private bathroom. She stared at 
herself in the mirror and blushed, knowing that she looked like something 
out of a porno movie. Hot water removed the come easily enough, but then she 
had to rejoin her lover, still standing stock-still at the foot of her bed. 

"Billy, you've got to get out of here now," she insisted. "This was bad 
enough to begin with, but we'll both be in trouble if your father walks in. 
Please, Billy, get dressed and get out of here. I can't stand it anymore." 

"Don't be such a fucking baby," Billy answered, smiling wickedly. "I liked 
that, especially the way you looked with all the scum on your face. You've 
got a door, dummy. You know what it's for. Get off your ass and lock it. If 
they come home, there's nothing wrong with me being in your room.'' 

"But we finished," Regina insisted, getting progressively more nervous. 
"What more could you want from me?" 

"Here's how it is," Billy concluded, sounding as if he were speaking a 
rehearsed set-piece. "I stay and you suck me off. That's just for today. 
From now on I want you to be around when I need you. I have big plans for 
the two of us." 

"No, Billy," Regina answered, her voice rising an octave. "You can't do that 
to me. How can I live like that? Please, Billy, go to your own room now and 
we'll talk about it tomorrow. If you want, we can do it again tomorrow." 

It was token resistance at best. Regina felt that she could not match wills 
with the little monster, not when their positions were so terribly unequal. 
She watched Billy sit on her bed, throwing his body backward and disturbing 
the pillows and sheets. He crooked a finger at her and then Regina moved 
like a robot, no longer caring what happened to her. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"You know this is wrong," Regina continued after she had joined Billy in her 
bed. "You're forcing me to do something against my will. It's evil and it's 
against the law." 

"Fuck the law," Billy answered, rolling over onto one side and propping a 
pillow under his armpit. "Nobody obeys the laws, except maybe you if you're 
that dumb. Look at my dad. Don't you think he cheats on his taxes? And if he 
didn't, do you think he'd have enough money to pay you?" 

"But what about right and wrong?" Regina insisted. 

"Fuck that too," Billy answered contemptuously. "The way you talk, nobody 
should do any screwing around. You shouldn't have made it with George. You 
two ain't married." 

Regina figured that she had nothing to lose by telling Billy the truth. In a 
few sentences she explained how she had been forced to go to bed with his 
older brother. As she spoke, Billy stared at her closely. Regina was easy, 
ridiculously weak, making things easier and easier for him. 

"Look, enough of this crap," he said with growing impatience. "You can't 
tell me that you didn't like fucking George or even fooling around with me. 
You have to do what I tell you, just like I have to obey my father and 
teachers and a thousand other fucking people. If you can't take it, split. I 
can't believe you couldn't get another job somewhere." 

Regina winced, knowing that Billy had hit the nail on the head. She did like 
what was happening to her, liked it so much that she was willing to 
rationalize and lie to herself. She was turned on being in the power of 
James Cokes' teenaged sons. It was satisfying her on an emotional as well as 
sexual level, fulfilling her in a new and threatening way. 

But why did she feel that way? Why did young boys, kids half her age and 
less, drive her half-insane with lust? She had found James Cokes attractive 
but so far there had been no electricity in their relationship, no 
confusing, maddening feeling of unloosed sensuality. She sensed that there 
would be no quick or easy answers to these urgent questions. 

And now it was time to serve Billy's lust again, to humiliate herself by 
offering all the services her body could perform to a boy who cared nothing 
about her. Billy was staring at her again, smiling and shifting his eyes 
from her mouth to his crotch. Back and forth his glance darted, from tightly 
pressed-together lips to slowly stiffening cock. 

Billy lay back and spread his long, skinny legs before propping his back up 
against two crumpled pillows. Regina managed to shut off her mind as she 
knelt before him, her soft, lovely, rounded ass tightening as her head bent 
lower and closer to the boy's half-erect prick. 

Regina kept her eyes open as she began to blow the thirteen-year-old boy. 
She wasn't going to hide from the experience but would instead let herself 
go completely. There was no hiding from her own desires now. She wanted that 
cock in her mouth, throbbing and bucking, filling her with semen. 

Her lips parted and then closed again on the very tip of Billy's cock. 
Immediately, the thick scepter bent further upward, stiffening and filling 
with blood. The boy was incredibly sensitive, responsive to her every 
caress, that was flattering to a woman, especially one who had retired from 
the world of the flesh. 

The heavy cock pushed upward, going deeper into Regina's salivating mouth. 
Billy was so ridiculously young. His muscles were spindly, his body hairless 
except for a thin blond clump around his prick and balls. And yet he was 
virile, as hot and virile as any older man could conceivably be. 

Now the entire head of Billy's cock was inside her mouth. Regina bit gently 
on it, just below the glans, noticing that it was now fully erect, six thick 
inches of cock. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks in the process and 
drawing a grunt of approval from her demanding young lover. 

Inside the tight little suck, Regina used her tongue to its best advantage, 
curling it repeatedly around the spongy flesh, wetting and stimulating the 
already aroused organ. She brushed her long ash-blonde hair from her face, 
wanting Billy to see her as she sucked him off to completion. It had to be 
that way, for both of them. 

Billy's legs tightened around her torso and thighs as the boy's passion 
mounted. She was stronger than he, physically at least, Regina noticed. But 
still, he was the master, the dominant male. It was yet one more member of a 
set of paradoxes, another concept to confuse and torment her. 

Regina lowered her head, taking in another two inches of Billy's rigid rod. 
Teeth covered by smooth, soft lips, she blew the boy to the best of her 
ability. It was the first blowjob ob Billy's life and she had to show the 
young boy what she was capable of doing for him. 

She could feel Billy's cock bulging against her palate but that wasn't 
enough. Her head continued its downward journey, bowing low before Billy's 
avid stare. Another second passed and she had turned the trick, had managed 
to swallow the boy whole. His cock was making her nauseous but Regina kept 
it buried in her throat, proud and turned on by her oral achievements. 

She relinquished an inch or two to the stiff penis only to pay closer 
attention to the sensitive head. Her neck was stiff from the kneeling 
posture she had assumed, but that did not slow the passionate woman down for 
a second. A hard cock in her mouth, a young virile organ that she could not 
resist. 

"Lick it," Billy commanded, pulling her head away from his cock. "Take it 
out of your mouth and lick it." 

Regina obeyed with alacrity. Billy's cock looked more beautiful than ever 
now that it was coated with her spit. She held it firmly around the base, 
cutting off the flow of blood through its swollen veins. Then bowing her 
head again, she placed the tip of her tongue just above her fingers, 
cleaving it to the smooth warm skin of Billy's rod. 

She moved her tongue slowly, curling it around Billy's shaft, attacking the 
stiff prick from every angle. She alternated tempo, sometimes licking 
lightly and quickly, other times licking the small area over and over, 
lovingly caressing it with her ceaselessly stimulating tongue. 

Regina could feel Billy's eyes boring into her. Excited as he was by her 
oral ministrations, the boy was still in control of himself, still 
conscious, observant, and alert. She herself was further gone in passion, 
gratified beyond belief by what she was doing, turned on as she had never 
been before. 

As good as it had been with George, it was a thousand times better with 
Billy. He was stronger than George, more single-minded and domineering. The 
boy had an evil streak a mile wide but that very malice was what turned her 
on the most. For the first time in her life she was enjoying the pleasure of 
total surrender. 

Regina turned her attention back to the head of Billy's prick, flattening 
her tongue and pressing it against the hot flesh. As she did so, she felt 
Billy's hand come cold on the nape of her neck. He was forcing her down 
again, directing her protruding tongue toward his large, nearly hairless 
scrotum. 

Regina licked the boy's balls willingly. The point of her tongue startled 
the sensitive flesh and she could feel the skin contracting momentarily away 
from her. Then her mouth opened wider and she sucked both balls in with a 
single motion. They were trapped in her mouth now, gently cradled on her 
tongue, two vulnerable orbs encased in a loose, shifting sac. 

Regina sucked the balls gently, having no desire to hurt her imperious young 
lover. She could feel Billy's prick slapping repeatedly against her cheeks 
and nose, wetting her with her own saliva. His prick was alive, yearning, 
questing, impatient for satiation. But neither of them wanted it to end yet. 
They were in perfect accord on that matter. 

But now she needed that prick again. She had gone as far as she could with 
the boy's nuts. Regina released Billy's scrotal sac and then immediately 
took his prick back into her mouth. It seemed harder than ever, but cool now 
that her saliva had begun to evaporate from its taut surface. 

"Suck it harder," Billy ordered, his voice thin and choked now. "I want to 
come soon, right in your mouth." 

Regina needed no instructions at that late stage of the game. Her lips had 
closed tight around the thick organ and she was sucking for all she was 
worth, using every possible combination of lips, teeth and tongue to please 
her lover. She was past midpoint now, her battle nearly won. 

Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically, taking in more cock with every 
impassioned stroke. She could taste a little of Billy's sperm already but 
still the boy was not ready to fire his salvo. He was hardly moving at all, 
keeping his body tense and alert, only occasionally pushing his hips upward 
to drive his meat deeper into Regina's yielding throat. 

"I'm gonna come soon," Billy announced, "and when I do I want you to keep it 
in your mouth. Just hold onto it and don't swallow it until I tell you to." 

The words registered as Regina brought the boy closer to the point of 
explosion. She stepped up the pace, sucking hard on the rigid cock, taking 
in the full six inches again and again. Her powers had increased now, along 
with her lust. She felt womanly, sensual, beautiful, and at the same time 
excited, her pussy burning, dying to be entered and soothed. 

But that was out of the question, at least for now. First she had to bring 
the boy off, get him to come in her hungry mouth. He was breathing hard now 
and beginning to fuck her mouth again, meeting her strokes halfway. Regina 
was in a trance, concentrating on nothing but the hot cock that filled her 
mouth so satisfyingly. It was as if they had become a single entity, as if 
she had dissolved in the heat of Billy's adolescent passion. 

The moment of truth was at hand. Regina did not have to move her mouth or 
tongue any longer. The boy's prick was moving blurry fast as it shot in and 
out of her mouth. Her lips made loud sucking noises as Regina struggled to 
keep him from pulling away from her. He had to be deep inside her when he 
shot. 

Her tits rubbed against the boy's balls and thighs as the mouthfuck 
continued. Regina felt her nipples tightening, a sign that her passion was 
as strong as ever. She would not have been surprised to feel herself coming. 
A woman could take only so much and Billy had long since brought her past 
that point. 

"I'm ready, I'm almost ready," Billy gasped. "Remember what I told you, 
Regina. When I shoot I want you to keep it in your mouth so I can see you 
swallowing my scum." 

Regina tightened her lips again and then felt Billy's cock starting to 
contract. His veins bulged dangerously and then his cock stood still, 
stretching halfway into her mouth. A stream of come flooded her and she 
doubled her tongue to keep it from flowing down her throat. It would be too 
dangerous not to obey Billy's instructions to the letter. 

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-GGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I'm coming, fuck it, 
I'm coming. That's it, bitch, keep sucking me, keep it in your mouth. Fuck, 
you're driving me nuts. I'm 
COMMMMMMMIIIIIIII-NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!" 

Three streams of hot lathering come flowed into Regina's mouth, filling her 
to the brim. As soon as his contractions had stopped, Billy wrenched his 
prick from her mouth, still fully erect but totally drained as well. He sat 
up quickly so that his face was inches from Regina's and then stared deep 
into the woman's mouth, into a pool of his own semen. 

"It looks so strange," he spoke softly. "All my scum inside your mouth. 
Okay, Regina, you can swallow it now, but do it nice and slow so you can 
taste it good." 

Again, Regina did as she was told, taking small sips of the fluids that had 
almost overflowed from her mouth. Billy's come was hot, thick, and very 
salty, with an acrid taste that sickened her slightly. As she finished, she 
began to wonder why the boy had made this strange request. 

As if reading her mind, Billy answered the unspoken question quickly and 
succinctly. 

"I want to know more about sex," he announced rather gravely. "I know that I 
like it, even just jerking myself off, but I don't know much yet. And you're 
going to teach me. We're going to do all sorts of things together from now 
on." 

"Why do you want to know so much?" Regina asked, genuinely confused. "It 
doesn't matter. . . knowing, I mean. You could read about all that in 
books." 

"Books don't mean shit. I want to have fun while I figure it all out. I'll 
be fucking the rest of my life and I better know where it's at right from 
the start. You've been around, Regina. How much could I fucking learn from 
chicks my own age?" 

Regina thought for a moment before answering. "Yes, I can understand your 
curiosity, Billy, and you know that I like teaching you and being with you. 
But there's more to sex than just getting the man off. You have to think 
about the woman too. You won't enjoy it as much if you don't turn your 
partner on." 

"Why the hell not?" Billy asked. "I liked what we did now and I liked it 
before when you beat me off. I don't really give a shit whether you're happy 
or not." 

Before she could stop herself, Regina burst into tears. Unconsciously she 
had already drawn up a whole scenario. She had blown the boy and now she 
would get him to fuck her, get him to stick that huge, beautiful cock into 
her body where it would do both of them the most good. Her body was burning, 
driving her insane with its incessant demands. Somehow she had to convince 
the boy to return her sexual services. 

"Billy, you say you're curious," she began, no longer crying. "Aren't you 
curious about women too? Look at me, I'm naked, I turn you on. You'll never 
know about sex until you know about women, and I can teach you that, I can 
teach you so much." 

"You're right, I guess," Billy answered after a moment of hesitation. "But I 
don't want to fuck you like George did. I like the way you look now, your 
ass and tits, but I don't want to be inside you. It gives me the creeps." 

This time Regina did not cry or take Billy's words personally. She was not 
too old to remember her own reactions to sex, the fear and terror she had 
experienced on first seeing a man's aroused sexual organs. Being afraid made 
Billy more human and less detestable, but otherwise it didn't help her 
cause. 

"You don't have to fuck me if you're not ready for that," Regina told him in 
a soothing voice. "A woman can be satisfied in a lot of different ways, just 
like a man. You can do the same thing to me that I did to you." 

"I can't," Billy insisted, his pale face flushing. "I could never put my 
tongue into that thing. It's disgusting. Maybe I want to, but I just can't." 

"Do it with your fingers then," Regina insisted. "That can't bother you and 
it'll make it easier for next time. You see, I am thinking of you, Billy, I 
want to help you." 

Billy thought for an agonizing few moments before answering in the 
affirmative. He would finger-fuck Regina if that was what she wanted, but 
only if he liked doing it. He wanted to see her come, but only for his own 
curiosity. Their relationship, now and in the future, would revolve around 
his needs. His voice had a calm air of finality about it. 

But it was enough for Regina, more than she had dared allow herself to 
expect. Before the boy could change his libale young mind she was flat on 
her back on the bed, legs parted, her blonde bush spread to reveal a 
luscious nest of pink vulva, already dripping in anticipation of what was to 
come. 

Billy positioned himself between her legs, staring intently at Regina's 
naked pussy. His face was expressionless though his blue eyes were intensely 
watchful. One thin hand reached out to stroke Regina's thigh, passing 
tentatively over the smooth warm flesh as it slid closer to her cunt. ' 

Regina held her breath as the boy's fingertips touched her pubic tresses. 
Her heart was pounding and her mouth arid but she would not let herself 
startle the boy. Then she could feel him on her labia, tracing the rim of 
its delicate membrane. A small sigh of pleasure rose unbidden to her lips. 

"Yes, that's the most sensitive part.. . almost," she whispered. "Just touch 
it gently, explore it, do whatever you want." 

"It's wet, it's all wet," Billy answered, evidently displeased by the 
discovery. "And it smells, you know, kind of slimy. All right, I'll do it. 
Just don't cry again." 

Everything the boy said seemed calculated to hurt and humiliate her. But his 
fingers were so soothing and soft, made her pussy feel so good, that Regina 
was able to ignore her emotions. Now he was working his way inside her, 
carefully probing the opening of Regina's hungry, dripping vulva. 

The thin finger penetrated more deeply, disappearing almost completely 
inside Regina's cunt. Carefully, she tightened her pussy muscles, rippling 
them along the length of the probing digit. His prick would feel so much 
better but the boy's finger was enough; he was going to bring her off with 
it. 

Billy pulled his finger out and then inserted it again. He was getting used 
to Regina's body now but was still confused and unsure of himself. He moved 
his finger faster, liking the way Regina's flesh quivered as he turned her 
on. Her tits were especially good to watch as they bobbled up and down on 
her chest, fluid and fleshy and graceful. 

"How does that feel?" Billy asked, his voice loud and confident again. "Tell 
me what it's like." 

"I can't, it's too embarrassing," Regina demurred for a moment. "Yes, it 
feels good. It makes me warm. When I feel you inside me my whole body 
becomes alive. I can't see straight but I love it, I love it, Billy." 

"What else makes you feel good?" Billy asked. 

"There must be more to it than that." 

"There's another part of my cunt that's even more sensitive," Regina 
whispered. "Take your finger up and rub where my lips come together on top. 
There's a little thing there, my clitty. That's it, the part that looks like 
a tiny cock." 

It was getting harder for Regina to talk. Billy kept up a patter of 
insistent questions, not caring if he distracted her from her pleasure. What 
was it? Did all women have one? Did it hurt when he squeezed it between his 
fingernails? Why did her cunt keep getting so much wetter? 

"Touch my breasts," Regina pleaded. "Yes, just hold them and rub your 
fingers on my nipples. 

Ohhhhh, that feels so good, Billy, you're making me feel so fucking good." 

It had been years since Regina had used words like cunt but now her language 
was as uninhibited as the sexual sensations that were wreaking havoc in her 
luscious, mature body. There was something frightening about the way Billy 
was turning her on. He hardly had to work to arouse and everything he did 
was done perfectly and at the right time. 

Not that Regina was tempted to complain. Pleasure soon superseded worry and 
she was able to close her eyes as the boy explored her clitoris at his 
leisure. The tiny pink organ had long since protruded from its sheath and 
the whole area around it was hypersensitive to an impossible degree. 

Billy gave full vent to his adolescent curiosity. A sense of power was 
building in his mind. There he was, a boy just past puberty, and he was 
exercising total control over a mature woman. He could manipulate her at 
will, heat her up or cool her down. His power seemed total and without 
limit. 

Billy rubbed Regina's clitoris vigorously pinching the gland between his 
fingertips and smiling broadly as Regina writhed on the bed under him. It 
was fun to hurt the woman too. Not enough to set her crying again, but just 
enough to keep her off-balance and under his control. 

Soon he discovered that he could use pleasure with equal effectiveness 
toward the same purpose. It turned into a game. First he would be gentle 
with Regina, touching her lightly and lovingly until her passion had almost 
reached a crest. Then, suddenly and without warning, his nails would dig 
into her sensitive clitty at the same moment three bunched fingers were 
forced deep into her painfully stretched pussy. 

But all along Regina's passion continued to mount. Her inner muscles rippled 
spasmodically and regular cries of passion echoed through her spacious 
bedroom. Billy was like a pleasure machine, totally unaffected by her 
passion. He was turning her on but was himself unmoved. Regina wondered why 
it was so sad to see his prick hanging limp and empty on his thighs. 

It took another minute for Billy to discover her asshole. Regina had rolled 
over almost on her back, spreading her thighs further to make things easy 
for her lover. Her tiny pink bunghole gaped invitingly and soon she could 
feel one of Billy's fingers probing into her narrowest aperture. 

His nails scratched the delicate anal membranes but that too seemed only to 
add to Regina's lust. The room seemed hot and steamy now, redolent with the 
evaporation of her come. There was no way she could control her passion much 
longer. Her long-awaited climax would soon be a thing of reality. 

Billy kept one finger fully inserted in Regina's vulva, rotating it as if 
stirring a pot of soup. Another finger stroked her erect clitoris while a 
third played around the opening of her distended asshole. Occasionally, 
Billy would drape his body over her and suck one luscious nipple greedily 
into his mouth. It was the only part of what he was doing that truly turned 
him on, rekindling the lust he had felt earlier. 

Regina could tell from the boy's caresses that she had won him over, at 
least for the moment. His sadistic streak was in abeyance and he seemed to 
want her to come, to look forward to it as an achievement. It was a dubious 
notion but one that was easy to believe while she was that close to orgasm. 

"Billy, it feels so good," she moaned. "I love to feel you inside my cunt. 
I'm burning for you, darling. Make me come. Please, Billy, make me come." 

Billy smiled and continued to bring his mistress to a climax. He was proud 
of himself already and well aware of how easily he had solved the mystery of 
sex. His power over Regina could only increase now that he knew how to turn 
her on. Yes, they were going to have some good times together. 

Pressing hard on Regina's clitty, Billy worked two fingers deeper into her 
cunt. The woman's body was pulsating before him, her tits shaking more 
tantalizingly than ever. Then her face turned pale and her body stopped 
writhing. A scream of sated lust announced the onset of Regina's climax. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIIII, Billy, Billy, I'm coming. 
OOOOOOOOOO HHHHHHHHHH, yes, yes, you're doing it to me, you're making me 
come. I'm melting darling. Yes, I love it, AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AA HHHHHHHH 
HHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH." 

Wave after wave of passion broke inside Regina's pulsating fuck box. Every 
cell in her body exploded, found a complete and simultaneous release. It 
seemed to go on forever, each spasm accompanied by another river of come, 
drenching her lover's fingers but not stopping him from prolonging her 
pleasure. 

It seemed to Regina as though she'd lost consciousness for a moment, right 
at the peak of her orgasm. Her passion crested and then she was finished, 
without the afterglow that usually accompanied her sexual reactions. But 
that was all right. Somehow it seemed to fit neatly into the picture. 

"Is it always like that for you?" Billy asked a moment later. "Do you think 
other women react the same way?" 

"Only very lucky ones," Regina answered, tears forming in the corners of her 
eyes. "I've come before, you know that, but never like this. It was the 
best, the best ever." 

"It ought to be the same every time," Billy answered petulantly. "Are you 
sure you meant that?" 

It was impossible to explain love to the boy, but Regina made a go of it, 
speaking in generalisms, trying not to confuse or anger her young lover. 
When she finished, Billy sat quietly for several minutes. Then he smiled 
again, a cold smile of triumph and complete self-satisfaction. 

"All right," he spoke briskly. "You love me, you need me, I make you happier 
than any other man. The same could be true in reverse, but I doubt it. 
Anyway, no matter how you look at it, I'm the boss. You need me more than I 
need you, and you're gonna do what I say. Tomorrow I don't want you to wear 
any underwear - no bra, panties, stockings, nothing like that. Just dress 
like you always do, but remember, no underwear." 

"That's crazy," Regina answered, meaning Billy's specific command rather 
than his declaration of dominance. "Suppose your father looks down my dress 
at dinner. 

"The old boy could use it. You can be sure he's not getting much from that 
old bag girlfriend of his. But you're not doing it for him. You're doing it 
for me, get it? No fucking around, Regina, I don't want any shit from you." 

And then he was gone, dressed again and out of the room before Regina could 
get another question together. There was no point fooling herself. She might 
as well put a lock on her lingerie drawer for the next twenty-four hours. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Having received no word from Billy, Regina awoke the next morning and tried 
to think things over while she dressed. It was impossible to be objective 
about her situation, Regina knew, at the very moment that she was obeying 
one of Billy's strange commands. Still, she had to start somewhere in 
getting a grip on herself. 

Sitting in front of the mirror and combing her hair, Regina made a mental 
list of all the items she considered as definite facts. Heading the list was 
her evidently insatiable desire to make it again with young Billy Cokes. 
Just as obvious was her streak of masochism in relation to the lad. He 
mistreated her and she liked it, which conflicted totally with her former 
self-image. 

Also confusing was the fact that Billy didn't want to fuck her. The boy had 
enjoyed everything they had done together and had shown himself more than 
capable of satisfying a woman. Yet there was more than youthful shyness in 
his refusal to straight-fuck her. Perhaps he saw it as another way to 
control her. 

Two other matters crossed Regina's mind. She had worked in the Cokes' home 
for quite a while now but she had seen Daniel, the youngest son, only on a 
few brief occasions. And James Cokes, the boys' father, had a girlfriend 
somewhere, a woman whom Billy had spoken of as being cold and less 
attractive than herself. 

Regina blushed as, leaning toward the mirror to complete her eye makeup, she 
saw her breasts almost totally exposed below the neckline of her summer 
housedress. What she knew was hard enough to face, but the imponderables and 
uncertainties of her situation were totally beyond the vale. 

Her day went smoothly enough until it was time to have supper with Billy and 
James. All day Regina had been conscious of being naked under her dress. Her 
large round breasts had rubbed incessantly against her cotton bodice and 
several times had threatened to spill free of the confining fabric. She had 
been in a state of half-arousal from the way her dress tightened around 
groin and buttocks whenever she moved, and now in James' presence she felt 
that her cunt was dripping wet and quite fragrant. 

Serving the meal was a torture involving a series of movements - bendings, 
reachings, stretchings, and bowings - that revealed her nudity repeatedly, 
to both Cokes men. Billy had said hardly a word during the meal but he had 
made sure to keep her constantly in his father's vision. And by the end of 
the meal James was staring at her at every opportunity. He too said little 
but his facial expressions, combinations of bemusement and desire, were 
enough to make Regina run from the room in shame. 

As they left the table, Billy turned toward Regina and mouthed two 
syllables. "Midnight" he mimed, letting Regina know that he was coming to 
her room that night. Regina, after pleading a headache, retired early to her 
bedroom. By midnight she had thumbed through at least a dozen magazines in a 
futile effort to distract herself from both memory and nervous expectation. 

Billy entered the room quietly, walking directly up to Regina and kissed her 
on top of the head, inhaling deeply the aroma of her freshly brushed hair. 
Then he sat on the edge of her bed, removed his wristwatch and began fixing 
its chain-link band with a bent paper clip. Obviously it was going to be up 
to Regina to break the ice. 

Against her better instincts, Regina began with a complaint. "Why did you do 
that to me, Billy? It was horrible, uncomfortable, humiliating. And you made 
sure your father saw it, didn't you?" "Guess I did," Billy conceded. "But 
there wouldn't have been any reason to do it otherwise. I've seen your tits 
already, remember? Besides, I bet you liked it a little." 

"So you did do it just to hurt me. It was just your way of having fun. All 
right, I'll forget it, as if it never happened." 

"Wrong, wrong, wrong," Billy laughed. "You said three things and they were 
all wrong. I got my reasons for doing stuff but I just ain't ready to tell 
you yet. And you're not going to forget it because there's more of the same 
coming." 

Regina rose rapidly to her feet. This was something she had feared all 
along. Not knowing what to do, she threw herself into Billy's arms as the 
boy rose from her bed. His arms closed tight around her back and one hand 
stroked her hair gently. At one point Billy carefully wiped the tears from 
Regina's cheeks. He seemed quite affectionate as he undressed her. 

"What do I have to do now?" Regina asked when they were both naked. "Kiss 
your feet, stand naked in the window, call up your friends and invite them 
over for a party?" 

"You got some pretty good ideas," Billy smiled appreciatively. "No, all I 
want tonight's a blowjob. Got to get some sleep, so we'll just do that and 
then I can leave." 

"Will you at least play with my pussy a little like you did yesterday," 
Regina begged, now totally defeated. 

She reversed her position, shifting that large, round, ultra-feminine body 
so that she and Billy were lying head to foot. His prick was flaccid for the 
first moment or two but Regina's skillful fingers soon had roused the boy to 
a state of erection. Her own legs were parted invitingly but as she took 
Billy's cock into her mouth Regina sensed that he was ignoring that part of 
her completely. 

Still it felt good to have Billy's stiff prick between her lips again. 
Regina licked the crown almost reverently, amazed that she could be turned 
on so violently by a man. One taste of that young, practically bald prick 
and she was churning inside, emitting fluids that were already dripping down 
her thighs. 

Regina worked slowly, worried that Billy would keep his word and leave after 
a single orgasm. She had to be good, had to come up with something extra to 
keep him there, had to find a new way of interesting Billy in her body as 
well as his pleasure. The best way to start was by sucking him off to his 
complete satisfaction. 

As if being rewarded for her sexual generosity, Regina soon felt her cunt 
being invaded by Billy's fingers. He was more sure of himself the second 
time around, going right for her clitoris. Regina drove her head further 
down onto the boy's rod, shocked that he had condescended to make love to 
her. 

She swallowed Billy's cock in a single motion, pressing her lips hard 
against his pubic hair and closing her teeth firmly around the base of his 
distended rod. Keeping the prick in the base of her throat, Regina tongued 
it tirelessly, feeling each pulsation as if it were her own pulse. 

Her clitoris sprang to attention as Billy rubbed it with his fingertips. The 
way they were lying, his mouth was so near her cunt that Regina could feel 
the boy's breath on her exposed labia. Somehow she was going to get him to 
eat her out before they parted for the night, no matter what price she had 
to pay. 

Regina's body stiffened as Billy attacked her clitty more directly. He could 
turn her on and off at will as if she were a faucet, and he knew that as 
well as she did. There was no fighting it any longer. She was in Billy's 
power, under the thumb of a boy not old enough to shave. 

"Take it easy," Billy cautioned her. "You're hurting me with your teeth. I 
told you to suck my cock, not bite it." 

Regina loosened her grip immediately, letting the thick cock slide away from 
her until only the head remained ensconced between her thin lips. She 
tongued it delicately, making soft sloshing noises as her mouth filled with 
saliva. Her head remained stationary but her tongue moved quickly and her 
lips fluttered tantalizingly under the rim of the glans. She made sure to 
keep her teeth well-buried behind those soft lips. 

Then she let the cock slide away from her, wanting to slow things down a 
little. Billy had remarkable sexual self-control for a boy of thirteen but 
no man could have held out long the way she was sucking his cock. She held 
the lad's rod in her right hand and admired it for a moment, noticing with 
delight that Billy was still interested in her dripping pussy. 

Bending her head to the side, Regina began to nibble along the edges of 
Billy's cock, starting at the very tip and working her way down to where 
prick met scrotum. She used her lips and the point of her tongue, leaving 
trails of saliva on the boy's taut penile skin. His balls contracted several 
times as Regina allowed his lust to build slowly. 

As pleasant as it was to have Billy's fingers inside her cunt, Regina did 
not feel herself moving closer to an orgasm of her own. For one thing, she 
was concentrating too hard on Billy's prick to pay attention to her own 
sensations. And too, she was obsessed with the idea of having his tongue 
inside her, sliding along her labia, darting in and out of her vulva, 
dancing provocatively across the sensitive surface of her clit. 

Billy had brought her off with his hands and now she wanted something more. 
But she had to keep thinking of his pleasure, not let the boy get bored or 
angry with her. His prick had to stay rock-hard until he was ready to empty 
it down her throat. 

Regina pressed herself against Billy so that their bodies were touching 
along their full length. Arms and legs were getting tangled together to the 
point where it took an effort on Billy's part not to bury his head between 
Regina's soft thighs. Regina could feel the boy's sweat mingling with her 
own. This was the closest they had ever been physically, the first time 
she'd touched any part of Billy's body but his prick and balls. 

They writhed and squirmed together on the bed, Regina holding Billy's cock 
firmly in one hand and occasionally enclosing it with her lips and sucking 
it quickly and greedily, as if it were a giant, sperm-laden candy cane. 
Billy's fingers danced from vulva to clitoris to asshole and back again, 
never allowing Regina to forget her own pleasure entirely. 

Regina was all right, Billy thought, as he explored her soft fragrant body 
with his free hand. A little weak and stupid like most women, but sexy and 
good-natured too. The first night her body had seemed alien and 
unattractive, far too fat and noisome, gross, earthy, almost threatening. 
Now he could appreciate her femininity fully, having proved his manhood and 
mastery. 

Even her cunt was getting pleasantly familiar. The odor was pleasant, real, 
comfortable like the redolence of his own body. Maybe it would be pleasant 
to kiss it once or even to plunge his tongue into the depths of her 
contracting vulva. Pleasant-was that the word he really meant? She was 
compelling; a warm, soft, sweet-smelling female trap. 

Billy pinched his mistress's clitoris hard, shocking Regina just as she was 
taking his prick into her mouth again. 

"Damn it, this is taking too fucking long," he snarled. "I'm sick of this 
stupid position. Lay down on your back, Regina. We're gonna try it out a 
different way." 

As usual, Regina obeyed without question, trying to ignore the sharp biting 
pain that spread concentrically from her clitoris. She watched Billy as he 
loomed above her, straddling her torso with his thighs. In no time he had 
mounted her and his prick was against Regina's lips while his balls hung 
down to nestle comfortably between her huge soft tits. 

Billy ground his hips and drove his cock deep into Regina's throat. The new 
angle of penetration left her helpless, a mere vessel, a hole to be filled 
at Billy's pleasure. His prick made it impossible for her to breathe. 
Another quick, deep thrust and she was nauseous, her eyes crossed in pain 
and confusion. 

Billy's anger cooled quickly as he noticed Regina's helplessness. It wasn't 
her fault that he found her unattractive. She hadn't asked him to kiss her 
cunt; it had been his own idea. He slowed down his assault and let Regina 
work on his cock again, smiling somewhat sheepishly down at her. 

Regina had given up trying to understand the boy's sudden changes of mood. 
One minute he was stroking and caressing her as if he truly loved her and 
the next he was treating her like a slave or the subject of an experiment in 
will-breaking. Now his prick was sliding slowly in and out of her mouth and 
she had to admit that the new position was good for both of them. 

It was right for Billy to be on top of her, a symbol of their relationship. 
She wanted it that way, wanted to see it through to the end. Regina smiled 
with her eyes, hoping that he wouldn't misinterpret the gesture. The boy's 
body rested heavily on her chest and it was not easy for her to breathe but 
Regina wanted this particular bout of lovemaking to go on forever. 

She bent her tongue upward, using its sleek underside to caress Billy's cock 
as it slid in and out of her mouth. Her nipples were contracting from 
contact with Billy's thighs and she could actually feel his balls 
contracting against her skin. Billy looked strong above her, balancing his 
body now on hands that were splayed out next to her shoulders. 

His knees pressed against Regina's sides as the boy fucked her mouth more 
vigorously. Her lips were tired but it was obvious that he was going to come 
soon. He was staring at her again and Regina could not meet his gaze. Those 
eyes were so hard and opaque, as imperious as the boy's throbbing cock. 

"This time you can swallow it,' Billy told her. "But keep sucking me off 
after I come. I want to see if my cock can stay hard after I shoot, you know 
what I mean?" 

Regina wondered too. Men usually needed a period of rest between erections 
but with a boy like Billy nothing could be taken for granted. If he stayed 
hard, he would want more sex. Maybe that was his way of working up the 
courage to fuck her. In any case, she would not be kept in suspense much 
longer. 

She knew that Billy was just one step this side of orgasm. His prick 
palpitating strongly in her mouth and his strokes were becoming short and 
choppy, hardly penetrating her mouth at all. Each bucking of his hips drove 
Billy's cock a few inches behind her lips and then wrenched it away from 
her, so that Regina had to cling with her lips to keep from losing the stiff 
scepter. 

Billy's young body jiggled with tension as his orgasm began. He struggled to 
keep his eyes open, to be fully conscious during the culmination of his 
lust, but soon his face was a tortured mask of passion, dominant and 
fulfilled. Regina felt come spurting into her mouth as the boy finally 
yielded completely. 

"Heeeiiiiiiiii, I'm coming, right in your mouth. FUCK, keep sucking it, 
don't stop. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH H H, yeah, you can bite it a little, it feels 
good. You're really doing it to me, Regina. I'm commmmmmmm m m m m m m 
iiiiiiinnnnng g g g g g g g g." 

Regina gulped down the fluids as quickly as her young lover could produce 
them, loving the saltiness of the frothing semen. Her lips and tongue 
continued to pull at Billy's rod as she swallowed, until her face had turned 
red from the effort. Billy's prick jerked in and out of her mouth with 
incredible speed but she was with him all the way and managed to get every 
drop of the hot jism by the time he had finished snooting. 

His prick did stay hard, losing some of its tension only for the briefest 
moment. Billy stopped moving and she could hear him catching his breath as 
she worked sedulously on his rod. His eyes were filmy and impenetrable but 
he was smiling again, pleased with the way things were going. 

"Yeah, looks like it's going to stay a hardon," he announced, pulling his 
prick out slowly. "You're really good, Regina. It's funny, I know that... 
and I've never been with another girl." 

"Thank you," Regina answered. "But is that really true, Billy? You've never 
been with another girl, not at all? But how can you know so much about 
women?" 

"It's obvious, knowing what women want," Billy answered quietly, his eyes 
losing their focus. "I know lots of shit you wouldn't expect. It's like in 
school. You don't really have to do the homework or read. If you just think 
hard about what they want from you it all becomes very simple." 

"Do you meditate, Billy?" Regina asked, struggling for an understanding of 
the strange young man. 

"You mean like those religious freaks? Shit, no. I leave that to Mrs. 
Carrington, you know, Dad's chick. All I do is close my mind off from all 
the outside shit and then I think clearly." 

"Can you do that about me?" Regina asked, beginning to be amused by her 
young lover. "Can you shut off everything else and find out what I want from 
you?" 

"I don't have to think very hard about that" Billy answered as he returned 
her smile. "You want me to fuck you. I guess that figures and I'm not pissed 
off at you about it... but not today. Hey, don't start crying again. I 
didn't say I wouldn't do anything to you, just that I'm not ready to fuck." 

Regina found it easy to repress her tears. In a way, she was becoming more 
and more like Billy, sharing the boy's cold rationalism and learning to 
control her emotions. But she was still a woman, a very horny woman, and the 
boy had promised to satisfy her. Why would she cry at a time like that? 
"What I'm going to do," Billy announced pompously, "is eat your pussy out. I 
don't mind it anymore, the way it feels and smells. Guess I'm getting to 
like you a little now." 

Regina did not say a word. She was disappointed that Billy still would not 
fuck her but the thought of the boy's tongue entering her pussy was enough 
to set her blood racing. Besides, they were going a little further each 
time. Billy was a curious boy, inquisitive to a fault. Tomorrow, or maybe 
the day after, he would certainly screw up the courage to fuck her. 

Regina lay flat on her back, not wanting to say a word to discourage her 
mysterious young lover. 

Billy sat beside her on the bed and stared long and hard at her body. His 
gaze would start at Regina's neck and then move slowly down toward her 
genital region. For once he seemed nervous and unsure of himself. 

All Billy's muscles tightened as he arranged his body between Regina's soft 
thighs. His hands were cold as he began to stroke her pussy, sending shivers 
through Regina's limbs. His fingers nestled between her labia, soaking in 
some of Regina's voluptuous warmth. And then he lowered his head so that his 
mouth was just inches from her waiting, hungry twat. 

Regina closed her eyes, knowing that there was nothing more to worry about. 
Billy would have died before giving up on something he'd started. Already 
she could feel his breath on her seething pussy, could feel the tip of his 
tongue making a shy first contact with her dripping labia. Yes, he was 
inside her now, ready to turn her on, ready to send her to the brink of 
sexual ecstasy. 

Having already decided that he liked the smell, sight and feel of Regina's 
pussy, Billy was not surprised to enjoy its taste as well. His tongue darted 
into Regina's box like a little snake and then he could feel his whole face 
getting soaked with cunt juice. . . warm, caressing, womanly fluids. 

He flicked his tongue quickly, running it up and down Regina's stretched-out 
labia. The woman lay still under him, breathing heavily but otherwise not 
uttering a sound. Just like a woman, Billy thought, having forgotten his own 
recent squeamishness. 

His tongue soon found Regina's clitoris, a tiny knob of pleasure already 
distended and stiff. This time he was getting aroused while bringing Regina 
to orgasm. His prick was stiffening under him and rubbing against Regina's 
sheets quite pleasantly. Still it was Regina's pleasure he had to think 
about now. 

Billy wiped his tongue slowly across Regina's clitoris, feeling it come to 
life under his touch. He breathed slowly through his nose, feeling himself 
enveloped in Regina's womanhood. She was a trap all right... a sweet, warm, 
delicious trap that he was losing the power to resist. 

Regina rolled further onto her back, tilting her pelvis upward and making it 
easier for Billy to wedge his tongue inside her. As she had expected, Billy 
was lapping her out better than any man ever had. He seemed to be able to 
read her mind, to anticipate her desires and satisfy them before she was 
aware of what she needed. 

Maybe Billy could read minds. It didn't matter. She couldn't be more 
dependent on him, nor more delighted by her own submission. It felt so good 
just to lie there and feel his agile tongue running in and out of her hungry 
twat, making her squirm and wriggle and cream. 

Billy slid both hands under Regina's ass, holding the woman's body closer to 
his head. His tongue was distended all the way into her vulva now, almost as 
deep as his cock could reach. One fingertip located her asshole effortlessly 
just as Billy began to rotate his tongue against Regina's wet pussy walls. 

Everything he did seemed to turn the housekeeper on but there were certain 
things that sent her up the wall every time. Her clitoris was amazingly 
sensitive, shrinking away from his probing tongue and then sliding forward 
to surrender. It was fun to play with the tiny pleasure-gland, to hear 
Regina moaning with lust and watch her tits shake as she approached orgasm. 

He held her asscheeks tightly, loving the feel of taut muscles under smooth 
silky skin. His tongue shifted restlessly from vulva to clitoris, attacking 
Regina from every angle. As the woman writhed under him, Billy tightened his 
grip around her churning hips, knowing she was almost ready to fly. 

Regina could feel all the familiar signs of an impending climax. Her mouth 
was hot and dry, her eyes tightly shut. Her muscles ached slightly and her 
nerves crackled as if she had been flayed. 

All the while, her cunt contracted around Billy's tongue, trying to 
incorporate it into her own body. 

Billy felt come pouring off his face, a ceaseless flow of juice with an 
acrid, stimulating taste. He let go of Regina's soft buttocks and held her 
clitoris between thumb and forefinger while his tongue continued to delve 
deeply into her vulva. A few more good strokes and she'd be over the verge. 

Regina's hips began to churn frantically. Billy's tongue was like a 
ravishing flame, devouring her from within, heating her to the point of 
melting away. She tried to hold out, to postpone her climax for just another 
minute but it was impossible. Billy was too good and she was past the point 
of no return. 

"Billy, Billy, don't stop," she panted. "I'm coming now, you're making me 
come again. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, fuck me with your tongue, stab me 
harder. Shove it into me, into my cunt AAAAAAAAAAA A A A A A A 
AEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII!!!!!!!" 

Billy felt a river of come pouring into his mouth, thick warm juices that he 
could not help but swallow. Regina was incredible, struggling like a snake 
under him, trying to rip the tongue right out of his mouth. Her passion went 
on and on in a spiral of ecstasy, but after a minute her lust waned and her 
cries of passion became quieter and less frequent. 

They lay together for half an hour afterward. A few times Regina kissed and 
caressed her young lover but did not dare fondle his prick and balls as she 
wanted. Billy seemed lost in thought again, in his own private world. 
Looking at him, she could sense the speed and intensity of his thought, but 
his face was blank, a rigid mask that gave nothing away. 

"What are you doing tomorrow," Billy broke the silence, "say between the 
time I get home from school and Dad gets back from work? You gonna be home 
then?" 

"Yes, I suppose so," Regina answered, trying not to question the boy too 
closely. "Do you want to see me then?" 

Billy smiled, rather warmly this time. "Yeah, tomorrow I want you to get to 
know Daniel a little better. It's funny. You're so nosey about everyone else 
but you never ask about him." 

"Well, I know he's sick," Regina answered. "But now that you mention it, I 
never see him except at meals occasionally. What's wrong with him, darling?" 

But Billy would not answer. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Before we go into Dan's room," Billy explained to Regina, "I better tell 
you a little about him. He's got something called Blight's syndrome; same 
thing my mother died of. It's inherited-I tried reading about it in a 
medical book at school. Anyway, me and George could have it. You never know 
until it's too late." 

"I've heard of that," Regina answered, saddened by the way Billy was 
struggling to keep all emotion from his voice. "Is he very far gone? Usually 
it doesn't strike until middle-age." 

"He got it young," Billy answered. "I don't think it'll ever happen to me, 
but who knows? Even Dad's scared, though of course he couldn't catch it 
That's why I take care of the kid most of the time. Dad and George are 
turned off by him but we were always close as kids. I mean, we were born 
only a year apart. Maybe that's why he was always weak and sick. Anyway, 
he's not in such bad shape yet but it's going to happen. They have him on 
pain-killers and he's a little hard to talk to." 

Regina did not ask why Billy wanted her to get to know his unfortunate 
younger brother. It was enough that he trusted her, that he wanted her to 
share his secrets. Undoubtedly the boy had some ulterior motive in mind but 
she had long since given up trying to fathom the boy's strange thoughts. 

They entered the room together and Regina sighed quietly with relief. Daniel 
was lying in the bed but he was fully dressed and did not look especially 
sick. As they entered, he smiled at Billy and sleepily said hello. The words 
came out muffled but it was evident to Regina that their visit had pleased 
him. 

Billy and Daniel conversed around Regina for the next five minutes. They 
seemed to have a language of their own, an amalgam of code phrases based on 
shared experiences. At one point she sensed that they were talking about 
her. Then their conversation ceased and Billy invited Regina to join them on 
the bed. Regina took a close look at Daniel Cokes. The boy was actually the 
best-looking member of the Cokes family. His eyes were pale blue, his 
features regular as if they had been cut with a die, and even his pallor and 
thinness added to the boy's beauty. Only the lack of expression in his 
hooded eyes disturbed her. 

"I'm glad to talk to you," Regina said. "And I'm sorry you're cooped up here 
all the time. If you want, we can go out together when it's warm, when I'm 
not too busy around the house." 

"Most days he has to go to the hospital for therapy," Billy interjected. 
"And you'll never guess who takes him there and back. Like I said, Dad and 
George steer clear of the poor kid." 

"You're a nice lady," Daniel whispered, his voice as deep and cracked as 
that of an old man. "You're real pretty too, not like Mrs. Carrington. 
You'll stay with us a long time, won't you, Regina? You can help Dad and 
Billy and take care of me. Maybe I'll get better and that'll make Dad 
happy." 

Regina had trouble understanding the boy's words but it was clear enough 
that Daniel liked her. Mrs. Carrington, she had learned, was James Cokes' 
lady friend, the cold older woman Billy had spoken of disparagingly. Without 
thinking, she reached out and took hold of Daniel's hand. It was a warm hand 
but pathetically thin and weak, barely able to return the pressure of her 
clasp. 

"I thought so," Billy said quietly. "He doesn't like most people, especially 
women. I think being sick makes him hot, you know? And of course women are 
scared to let him touch them." 

"That's crazy," Regina answered angrily. "Anyone can see he's a sweet boy. 
Somebody ought to talk to your father or maybe a swift kick in the right 
place would do more good." 

"Are you volunteering?" Billy asked, drawing an absent-minded chuckle from 
his brother. "But that don't matter. Dad can't change; he's just too old. 
But you can help Daniel. Just be nice to him, treat him like a human being. 
That's all the kid needs." 

By that point, Daniel had snuggled up against Regina so that he was resting 
in her arms, his head lying on her prominent breasts. His hands clasped 
Regina's back weakly and then began to explore her body slowly and timidly. 
It first frightened Regina but she soon found herself enjoying the 
experience. 

"Let him do what he wants," Billy cautioned her. "It means a lot to me and 
it could to you too. I can't explain it now, Regina, but go through with it, 
don't fuck things up now." 

Regina realized that she was being slowly undressed by the young invalid, 
before the eyes of her lover Billy. When she was down to her underwear, 
Daniel began removing his own clothing, revealing a body smaller and 
skinnier than Billy's. She couldn't help noticing that his prick was erect, 
the only healthy-looking part of his body, strong and thick and quite large. 

Regina knew what to do. She kissed the boy lightly on the lips, inhaling a 
strong medicinal smell, and then reached slowly down toward his groin. Billy 
was standing just two feet from the bed, watching her every move. 

It was wrong to let herself be used like that again but her natural sympathy 
for Daniel overcame other considerations. Her hand clasped the boy's rigid 
cock and then they were at it. Regina opened her bra, freeing her breast so 
that Daniel could close his mouth around her nipples as she jerked him off. 

He certainly did seem virile enough, Regina thought, his prick bouncing and 
bucking in her strong grip, a bit of come already seeping from the swollen 
tip. And he was turning her on by licking' her tits and playing with her 
still-clothed pussy. It was an insane situation but at least this time she'd 
been able to prepare herself for it, at least partially. 

Her hand slid easily up and down Daniel's tumid pleasure stick, causing the 
young boy to laugh with delight. His eyes were incredibly sweet and 
innocent, intelligent, despite the medication. He was an irresistible 
creature, a boy who needed her, a boy she was more than willing to please. 

"Go ahead and blow him," Bill encouraged Regina. "You want to do it, don't 
you? Go on, damn it, the poor kid might never be with a woman again. Doesn't 
that mean anything to you?" 

It meant quite a bit, and Regina wasted no time in following her lover's 
instructions. She pushed Daniel gently so that the boy was lying on his back 
and then her head loomed over his upward-pointing stiff cock. Regina pursed 
her lips as her mouth moved closer to its target. She wondered how she could 
be so stimulated by making love to a completely passive boy. 

Her lips closed around Daniel's rod and then she began to suck him off in 
earnest, fluttering her lips around the perimeter of the swollen crown, 
lowering her head further, taking in more hard cock with every swallow. She 
wondered if the boy would come quickly or if the medication would slow 
Daniel's sexual reactions. 

The boy was chuckling softly as he received his blowjob. His complexion took 
on color and he seemed to come partially out of his stupor. His eyes smiled 
at Regina as he watched her lips on his cock. And then he began to respond 
actively, pushing up so that his prick drove deeper into her yielding mouth. 

"Give it to him good," Billy insisted. "Just like you did for me yesterday. 
Remember, it might never happen to him again." 

Regina took the message to heart and soon she had the boy close to the point 
of explosion. Her lips, teeth, and tongue worked overtime, sucking hard at 
Daniel's hard cock, laving it with saliva and causing the young lad to 
giggle with pleasure as his passion mounted quickly to a crescendo. 

Daniel forced his body into a sitting position and Regina felt herself 
sinking to her knees in front of him. It was a perfect position, one that 
put almost no strain on the boy's frail body. Regina wedged herself between 
Daniel's things and then her mouth was on his cock again, coating the stiff 
rod with a bath of saliva, attacking it relentlessly with her tongue. 

Daniel rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed, shooting his cock deep 
into Regina's throat. He was grinning happily; a candid, boyish, lusty grin 
that contrasted happily with his usually lethargic mien. Regina felt that 
she was giving life to the boy, transferring her strength from one body to 
the other. 

Her mouth slid easily up and down the full six inches of Daniel's meat. Once 
again, Regina found herself aroused in the act of pleasing one of her young 
lovers. Her cunt was burning, dripping with passion, reminding her that 
Billy had still not fucked her. Maybe this would be the day. 

Regina sensed that the boy was ready to come. His prick was bucking faster 
into her mouth and it had turned a dark, almost purple color. The veins on 
its curved underside bulged and throbbed dangerously. Any second now she 
would get what she wanted... a mouthful of Daniel's jism. 

The boy stopped moving and suddenly her mouth was flooded with hot lather. 
No sound came from Daniel's tightly closed lips. He fell backward as he 
came, as if the effort had required every bit of strength he possessed. But 
it was a powerful orgasm, a river of come cascading between Regina's lips. 

Regina gulped down the semen greedily. Her body was warm and alive and she 
was proud of what she had done for Daniel. And she knew that Billy was 
watching her and must have been proud of her as well. As Darnel's cock began 
slowly to wilt in her mouth, Regina turned her glance toward the older 
brother. 

"Move over Danny," Billy said, his voice light and happy. "Regina's nice, 
isn't she? Well, if she's nice, we have to be nice to her." Then, addressing 
his words to Regina, "This is it, Mama, it's time for us to fuck." 

"Not here," Regina blurted. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, but 
we can't do it here. Billy, what are you trying to do to me? I swear, you're 
driving me mad." 

"You're crazy already," Bill answered in his most sarcastic tones. "For the 
last week you've been begging me to fuck you and now all of a sudden you're 
too shy to do it. Look, Danny'll never be able to fuck a woman most likely. 
At least this way he can watch us. Come on, do it for him." 

Regina started to protest but then gave up. There was just no percentage in 
matching wills with Billy Cokes. The boy would always come up with 
something, some rationalization or reason that would confuse her completely. 
Besides, she did want to fuck him and it really didn't matter where or how. 

Billy got out of his clothing quickly and then joined Regina and Daniel on 
the crowded bed. Daniel pushed himself up against the headboard, breathing 
heavily but alert and still smiling. He said something that Regina could not 
catch but that made Billy laugh again. There was no reason for Regina to 
question him now. The situation was totally unreal, too chaotic and 
bewildering to question or protest. 

Billy lay beside Regina for a moment before taking her into his thin strong 
arms and kissing her full on the lips. Regina closed her eyes and abandoned 
herself to her fate. It was what she had wanted and now she was getting it. 
She could feel Billy's cock stiffening against her body, could feel herself 
responding to his immediate and electrifying presence. 

They held the kiss for a long time, twining their tongues together and 
tasting each other's mouth. Then Regina felt Billy groping for her breasts, 
slipping his hand between their bodies. His fingers caught her nipples, 
caressing the pink glands until they looked like rosy stars. And now he was 
on top of her, his prick hot and hard on the smooth skin of her shapely 
thighs. 

But Billy was not yet ready to fuck. He slipped his other hand between 
Regina's torso and a moment later one finger neatly inserted between the 
older woman's dripping labia. Regina looked at him briefly and then snapped 
her eyes shut. The boy's face was too intense to contemplate, threatening 
and impenetrable. 

She spread her thighs wide, letting Billy force two fingers deep into her 
yielding pussy. Her arms went around Billy's shoulders and then her thighs 
curled around his slender torso. They were locked together in lust now and 
she would not release the boy until he had filled her twat with come. For 
the moment Daniel was forgotten, hardly seemed to be in the same room with 
them. 

Regina reached down for her lover's cock, no longer able to resist the magic 
wand that she needed so desperately. She clasped it tightly and began to 
pull at the loose skin below the glans, dragging it up and down in a slow, 
sensuous motion until Billy was hard as a rock and panting for her. 

She guided his prick slowly toward her pussy. The room was completely quiet, 
an island of forbidden pleasures, an enchanted chamber wherein anything 
could happen to her. She was afraid of Billy, even now as he was preparing 
to fuck her. He could turn nasty again, hurt her without warning. 

But for the next several minutes Billy was a perfect lover, giving Regina no 
cause for complaint. He allowed her to move his cock into position and then 
brushed the woman's hand away. His hips drove downward and then his prick 
was inside her. Regina could feel its thick head separating her moistened 
labia. 

He entered Regina slowly, relishing the feel of her clinging pussy walls. To 
Regina, his prick felt infinitely long and thick, as if it would keep 
sliding into her forever. But then Billy struck bottom and she could feel 
his pubic hair tangling with her own. They were together, he was fucking her 
and no matter what else happened she would always have that. 

Billy kept his cock motionless inside her for what seemed an eternity. They 
were a perfect fit, his cock penetrating all the way back to her womb. He 
was thick at the base, stretching her labia to the limit. Regina tightened 
her arms and legs around the boy's body, wondering when he would start to 
move. 

Billy had no intention of torturing his mistress this time around. He got 
used to the feel of the woman and then began to rotate his cock slowly 
inside her pussy. Her cunt walls were like a million little tongues pulling 
at his prick, wetting and caressing it, trying to coax the come from its 
pointed tip. 

Regina knew instinctively that she would not have to hold back. It was 
Billy's first fuck but he would not shoot his wad prematurely. No. Billy 
would fuck her for as long as he deemed necessary. He would come when he 
wanted and would control her reactions with the same iron will. 

Regina squeezed her cunt around the invading cock, using every ounce of her 
considerable strength. Billy seemed to pulsate with electricity above and 
inside her. His body was tense, quivering occasionally, but his cock 
continued to move with the same agonizing slowness. He was still firmly in 
control. 

He pulled his prick out an inch or two and then quickly re-inserted it as if 
afraid to break their close contact even for a second. Regina moved with 
him, lowering herself into the mattress and then shoving her hips upward to 
meet his re-entry. It was a dream, an impossible dream. Fucking had never 
been like this, not in over two decades of sexual activity. 

Billy began to fuck her more rapidly and confidently. He kissed Regina again 
and then told the woman to open her eyes. Regina almost screamed as she did 
so. Just inches away from her Daniel loomed over them. His eyes were dreamy, 
barely focused, but he was watching their every move intently. 

Regina stopped moving for the moment, knowing that her lover would take care 
of anything she needed. She smiled at Daniel and let the boy hold her hand. 
Now all three bodies were joined together and she could feel her personality 
slipping away from her. The boys had sucked her into their private world, a 
realm she could not begin to understand. 

Daniel reached down to caress her tits, his hand soft and gentle. At the 
same moment, Billy increased his speed of penetration again. Regina felt 
herself building to a peak of passion but then slowing down again. She could 
not tell if she was moving with her lover or lying passively under him. 

Billy's cock kept up a steady rhythm inside her pussy. He would pull out 
almost all the way, so that her labia closed hungrily around the tip of his 
cock. Then he would ease his way in again, touching her womb only to repeat 
the process. It was a hypnotizing cadence, a private, sensual rhythm of 
lust. 

Regina felt her mind working again. She could accept the situation now as 
she had accepted everything else Billy had done to her. Stranger things had 
happened in the world than a middle-aged widow going to bed with two young 
brothers. As long as her body felt the way it did, she would be willing to 
go on indefinitely. 

Without knowing how it happened, Regina found that Daniel's cock was in her 
right hand, hard again, full of blood and life. She caressed it gently, 
playing her fingertips over the purple crown and causing the twelve-year-old 
boy to sigh with ecstasy. And all the while her own passion was continuing 
to soar. 

Regina asserted herself more with every passing minute. She ground her ass 
into the soft mattress and waved her lush hips from side to side, increasing 
the pressure and friction inside her pussy. She was making Billy happy, 
there could be no doubt about that, and she was moving ever closer to a 
climax of her own. 

Billy allowed her to go through her paces. Regina knew that she was being 
watched carefully, her every move being weighed and judged. Billy was in the 
throes of passion but his mind was clear and glacially cold. She had to find 
some way to make the boy lose control, join her in her state of abandonment. 

She held Billy tightly, feeling her tits being crushed under his hard, 
slender chest. Her ankles closed around the boy's buttocks and she could 
feel him going deeper than ever into her insatiable cunt. Then she put her 
pussy walls to work, gripping and caressing and rippling, varying the 
pressures, doing everything she could to drive her lover insane with 
passion. 

Daniel continued to float in and out of the picture. At one moment she would 
be intensely aware of the cock that rested hard in her right hand, but then 
he would seem to disappear, to withdraw deep into himself. But Billy was 
always there, resting lightly on top of her, his prick a probing, burning 
spear. 

She moved in a horizontal plane, squirming like a reptile under Billy's 
slender body. Never had she felt so strong, so feminine, so completely at 
one with her body. This was a new kind of sex, something that she could 
barely comprehend, something that was changing her life inexorably. 

Billy moved with her again, encouraging Regina and showing her that she had 
at last got to the boy. His prick slammed heavily into her come-laden pussy 
and then did it again, almost knocking the breath from her substantial body. 
But she was with Billy every step of the way, setting up counter-rhythms to 
his deep penetration, not letting the boy relax for a second. 

Soon they were moving with perfect synchronization, working together toward 
the same goal. Regina knew that she would come first. Between Billy's 
lunging prick and Daniel's ceaselessly exploring fingers, it was impossible 
for her to hold out. Her breath was coming short and fast now, her blood 
vessels were dilated and her cunt was contracting spasmodically. 

Regina moved faster and faster, churning her hips and bucking her body 
violently. She was aflame now, just inches from total fulfillment. Her eyes 
closed and then she could feel it happen to her, an endlessly protracted 
climax, a dizzying, maddening accession of lust, an explosion of unleashed 
passion. 

"Billy, Daniel, you're making me do it," she moaned. "Yes, keep fucking me. 
OOOOOOO OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH H H, yes, just like that, good and hard. Fuck me 
harder, Billy, shove your cock into me. Yes, yes, yes. I'm coming. 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH H H H H HHHHHHH!!!!!!!" 

Regina felt consciousness slipping away as her orgasm ran its impassioned 
course. She was tired and stiff and her cunt felt like it had been raped by 
an army, but still her lust would not abate. It was dangerous to be turned 
on that much, to let her body go wild, to be controlled by two teenage boys. 
But her passion did abate and once again Regina was able to turn her 
attention to the two cocks she was servicing. She tightened her grasp on 
Daniel's hairless prick and then felt Billy fucking her again, his dick 
making loud watery noises in the depths of her overloaded, overflowing 
pussy. 

Now she could look up at Billy, could watch the boy as he struggled vainly 
against his climax. His face was a terrible thing, hiding none of the 
struggle that was raging in his soul. His prick tore viscously into her cunt 
and then he seemed to slow down for a moment as if gathering his resources 
before the final explosion of his lust. 

The two cocks moved at the same pace. Even their pulses seemed synchronized 
at that point. Regina uncoiled her arms and legs from Billy's body and let 
the boy fuck her freely. She was a vessel now, nothing but a repository for 
his passion, a hole to be filled by his cock and his come. 

Daniel was crouching over her now, his prick moving closer and closer to 
Regina's mouth. She distended her tongue far enough to lick the tip of the 
tumid rod but could not trap it between her lips. Billy was still banging 
his prick into her, drying out the lubrication her come had provided. 

Billy slammed his cock in one last time, riveting Regina to the mattress. 
She could feel him contracting inside her cunt just as Daniel's orgasm 
began. Of course the boys were coming simultaneously. It couldn't have 
happened any other way. Their communion was total and perfect and 
incomprehensible. 

Daniel's voice was a muffle croak, but Billy's screams of passion 
practically split Regina's ear-drums. 

"REGINA," he shouted. "Here it comes, I'm gonna shoot inside you, right in 
your cunt. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, not yet, no, not yet. Damn it, fuck it, I 
can't stop myself. Shit, I'm coming. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA E E E 
EEEEEIIIIIII!!!!!" 

Regina felt that she was drowning in come. Billy's semen shot into the 
bottom of her twat and then poured out again around his thick plugging cock. 
And Daniel came at the exact same instant, shooting his load into her mouth 
and hand, all over Regina's lovely, sweating, flushed face. 

The boys came and came again, pumping their life into her, each goading the 
other to new heights of passion and satiation. They pounded at her body 
until Regina thought she would come again herself but soon she could feel 
their pricks wilting, could feel herself coming back down to earth. 

The room was filled with the sharp odors of sex. An amalgam of semen and 
sweat and pussy juice assailed Regina's nostrils astringently. The two boys 
were on top of her, stroking and caressing every inch of her body. She could 
feel their cocks leaking more come, the last drops, onto her overheated 
skin. 

They remained together for twenty minutes, their arms and legs inextricably 
tangled together. Regina kissed each boy as she felt her strength returning. 
The air was alive with warmth, but also with tension and a sense of 
pulsation. The moment had passed and it was time for her to leave the 
brothers to themselves. 

Regina got unsteadily up from the bed and dressed herself as quickly as she 
could. She had had enough of the two boys for now. Her sanity could stand 
only so much of them. But at least Billy was smiling at her now, and not at 
all sarcastically. She could not know what was on his mind but it was 
obvious that he was happy, pleased with the way she had taken his virginity. 

"Daniel's going to eat with us tonight," Billy told her. "Don't do anything 
special and don't say anything to my father. No, I don't mean about this, 
just about Danny. Well give him something to think about." 

"But what?" Regina asked, totally at sea. "What are you trying to prove, 
Billy? What are you after?" 

"Just dress nice," Billy concluded, "and don't crowd me. I can't stand that. 
I want you to look like a woman tonight, not like some old bag in a uniform. 
Otherwise well have to make you stop wearing your bra and panties again. 
You're a beautiful woman, Regina. Start acting like one." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Regina ran back to her bedroom to dress for dinner. James would be home soon 
and she had done nothing so far about preparing the evening meal. Casting a 
quick eye at her wardrobe, Regina soon decided that Billy had been right. 
Since the death of her husband, Regina had indeed been dressing like an old 
maid. 

As she stepped into her most attractive dress, a blue summer outfit 
featuring a low neckline and tight skirt, she scrutinized herself carefully. 
Yes, she was still a good-looking woman, as lovely and attractive as she had 
ever been. Only she had retired from that world until taking a job in the 
Cokes household. 

And now she was a woman again, a woman fulfilling her sexual needs through 
the agency of a pair of virile young lovers. For the first time in months 
Regina was pleased with herself and able to take pride in her appearance. It 
was a shame that she couldn't linger before the mirror for a while longer. 

Dinner was served an hour later and she sat down with her employer and his 
two younger sons. Billy said nothing during the first part of the meal, 
letting his father do most of the talking. Regina listened carefully and 
sympathetically as James described the problems and difficulties inherent in 
his job. 

"It must have been easier for you while your wife was alive," Regina 
observed. "Anyone who works as hard as you needs a woman to help him. I'm 
very sorry about Mrs. Cokes." 

James smiled politely and thanked Regina for her kindness. It was true that 
he missed his wife, but only in her guises as housewife and mother. They had 
never loved one another very deeply and he had mourned her passing 
minimally. Margaret had been such a cold woman, tall and slender and 
self-contained. Sexually, their marriage had been a bust since its 
inception. 

And now he was with a new woman who was practically a carbon copy of his 
wife. Looking at Regina, James began to wonder. Why could he never meet 
women like Regina socially. She was warm, friendly, fleshy the way he liked 
women to be. Certainly her short summer dress showed the woman to her best 
advantage. Instead, he was stuck with yet another cold fish. 

"Come on, Daniel," Regina spoke in a light, lilting voice. "You've hardly 
eaten anything and I worked so hard on dinner." 

Daniel smiled and attacked his plate with a will. The meal was good, 
absolutely delicious. It was a pity that he found it so difficult to talk to 
Regina, James reflected. She was pretty, a good housekeeper, and she got 
along so well with his sons. In so many ways she would make him an ideal 
second wife. 

James watched with astonishment as Daniel finished a heaping plate of beef 
stew. The boy seemed to be getting better these days and that was probably 
Regina's doing too. It was hard to remember the last time Daniel had been so 
talkative and energetic, so happy and responsive to conversation. Usually it 
was painful and depressing to be with the boy but tonight things were 
different. 

It was the most pleasant meal he had enjoyed in months. Billy liked Regina 
too, and had evidently gotten over his hostility to the interloper, and that 
was a good thing to see. The boy needed supervision and adult guidance but 
had never trusted his father. Now he was being warm and downright friendly. 
Could he thank Regina for that too? 

"Can you come in and read to me later?" Daniel asked Regina at the end of 
the meal. "Just before I go to bed?" 

"I'm sure Mrs. Barres is too busy for that," James interjected. "Another 
night, maybe. I'll stay with you 'til you fall asleep, son, just like we did 
when you and Billy were little boys." 

Daniel began to protest until stopped by an icy glare from his brother 
Billy. He left the table on his own a few minutes later, humming softly as 
he walked toward his bedroom. Billy wanted Regina to himself that night, but 
there was more to it than that. He understood Billy now and knew just what 
his brother was planning. 

Later that night, Regina lay naked in bed hoping that Billy would pay her a 
visit before morning. The boy never seemed to sleep and she was sure that he 
wanted to talk to her. As she was beginning to doze off, the door swung to 
on its hinges and Billy was with her again, barefoot and dressed only in 
pajama bottoms. 

"You were great, Regina, just great," he said before joining her on the bed. 
"Danny hasn't been that lively in months." 

"Are you trying to get me a raise or something?" Regina asked. "Playing up 
to your father and all that. It was kind of embarrassing being praised so 
much. I wonder if your father doesn't suspect that we're all scheming behind 
his back." 

Billy laughed. It would be easy enough to tell Regina his plans but it was 
too soon for that. She was a good woman and he was going to take care of her 
but she was too nervous, too insecure. Billy changed the topic of 
conversation to sex, knowing that he could forestall Regina's questions once 
the woman was aroused. 

They talked very briefly of the orgy they had held earlier in the day and 
then Billy was kissing Regina, pressing his slim body up against her warm, 
voluptuous flesh, his prick hardening perceptibly in the process. Regina 
found herself getting hotter by the second, the way it always was with her 
young lover. 

Their tongues met and once again Regina thrilled to the taste and smell of 
her lover. His hands were on her tits, caressing the huge, fleshy globes, 
and his hips were grinding into hers. Already her cunt was wet with desire 
and anticipation. She wanted to be fucked then and there, without further 
preliminaries. 

"We're going to do something different tonight," Billy whispered 
portentously. "I've been reading books about sex in the library. You know, 
there's one thing we haven't tried yet." What's that?" Regina asked, 
suspicious and a little afraid. 

"Anal sex, ass-fucking, buggering, whatever they call it," Billy told her in 
a level tone of voice. "That sounds pretty good to me. You ever done that 
before, with your husband or anyone?" 

"We tried it once," Regina confessed, knowing it was no use trying to lie to 
Billy. "But it was too painful and I made him stop." 

Her tacit appeal fell on deaf ears. When Billy had an urge to do something 
it was best to give in without argument. Naked and aroused, Regina knew that 
it was hopeless to try changing Billy's mind. For the next half hour she 
followed his instructions slavishly, again shocked at her submission to the 
young tyrant. 

Billy seemed to know just what to do. He turned Regina over onto all fours 
and then admired the woman for a moment. Her ass did look exceptionally good 
that night, firm and round, the cheeks pink toward their center and white at 
the perimeter. Her skin was almost translucent and her cunt and asshole were 
easily visible, the kind of stimulation no virile man could resist. 

Regina kept her eyes closed as Billy prepared to cornhole her. She felt the 
boy wiping some sort of lubricant on his prick, hard already and bulging 
with desire. Then he transferred some of the slippery gel to the opening of 
her tiny pink bunghole. Regina tried to relax, but it was impossible. How 
could she hope to take that huge cock into her narrowest orifice? It was 
going to hurt like hell but there wasn't a thing she could do to prevent it. 

"Wouldn't you like to do something else instead?" she asked feebly. "I could 
blow you, darling, I really want to do that tonight. I want you to come in 
my mouth, Billy. Please let me suck you off." 

A peal of cruel, sarcastic laughter greeted Regina's request. She flushed as 
Billy reveled in her fear and humiliation. He was going to go through with 
it, all right, regardless of how much he hurt her. And she had placed her 
fate in the boy's hands, had as much as invited him to abuse and mistreat 
her body. 

Billy crouched behind the kneeling woman, transfixed by her helpless beauty. 
He flourished his stiff cock in his right hand and then guided it between 
Regina's softly spread buttocks. The woman's skin was incredibly smooth and 
creamy and her asshole was his for the asking. The situation was absolutely 
perfect. 

Regina felt the head of his cock sliding up and down the cleft between her 
large, shapely asscheeks. Hot and heavy, it rested for a second on her 
perineum, the tiny field of skin between cunt and asshole. One thrust in the 
right direction and he'd be fucking her properly, in her cunt where she was 
supposed to be. 

A second later, Regina realized the vanity of her fantasies. Billy was 
holding her buttocks apart now, pushing the head of his cock against the rim 
of her tightest aperture. Neck bent, tits pressing into the pillow under 
her, Regina waited nervously for the completion of her anal defloration. 

Billy did not keep her in suspense for long. Using adroit fingertips, he 
tucked the head of his rod into the anal opening, watching carefully as the 
membranes stretched to take him in. Regina was being good so far, but she 
was nervous as hell, uptight literally and figuratively. It was going to 
hurt the woman if she didn't relax soon, but that wasn't his problem. 

The first inch of Billy's cock slid fairly easily into the narrow gap of 
Regina's bunghole. He leaned his weight forward and felt the aperture 
tightening. She was rejecting him, making things difficult. Maybe it wasn't 
her fault but it was a drag and he knew just how to deal with problems of 
that sort. 

His open right hand crashed against Regina's snowy buttocks, palm first, 
leaving a red imprint in the delicate skin. Regina gasped once with pain and 
shock but then took the next three slaps silently and without protest. Billy 
was showing that there was no way out, that it would be best for her to 
cooperate. 

"I'm sorry," she pleaded. "I'll relax, I'll help you, but please don't hit 
me anymore. I can't stand that." 

"Then fucking relax already," Billy snarled, pushing his mouth next to her 
ear. "We both know you're gonna do it, so what's the point in making it hard 
for me? Let's get it over with." 

Regina made a conscious effort to loosen her muscles, particularly her anal 
sphincter. She felt Billy's weight above her again and then another two 
inches of cock were stuffed into her asshole. What had he meant in saying he 
wanted to get it over with? Maybe it was something he didn't really want to 
do, an experiment that would tire or disgust him after another few seconds. 

But Billy was far from turned off by the experience. Regina was tight inside 
her bunghole, smooth and slick and inviting. Her ass was warm and pink from 
his spanking and now he could see her bunghole stretching to take him in. 
Halfway there already, though it would be harder when he got down to the 
thick base. 

Billy decided to end the suspense. He lunged forward, pivoting his hips 
slightly, and drove his cock full length into Regina's unresisting bunghole. 
Regina gasped as she felt the boy's pubic hair rubbing against her bruised 
skin. He was tearing her in half, killing her with his thick, iron-hard 
cock. 

Billy held his body stationary, taking everything in, loving the novel feel 
of Regina's anal channel. It was almost painful to have his prick 
constricted so tightly but he could now feel her stretching out from within. 
He was remodeling the woman's body, remaking her to fit his lustfulnees. A 
new sense of power surged through his body, especially strong in his cock 
and balls. 

Billy twisted his hips slowly, gyrating like a belly dancer. He kept his 
prick buried to the root in Regina's tight asshole and then could feel her 
anal sphincters rippling around him. She was a little looser now and it was 
high time to fuck her asshole as passionately as he had ever planked 
Regina's cunt. 

He rotated his prick once more and then drew it halfway out of Regina's 
asshole. Regina sighed with relief at the evacuation but soon felt the huge 
spear sliding into her again. Her sigh changed to a groan as Billy filled 
her asshole with cock. The worst was evidently far from over for her. 

Billy fucked her with slow strokes, never letting more than half of his cock 
slide out of Regina's bunghole. He held her buttocks together, making a 
channel for his cock. It was like fucking two holes now, but he was hurting 
her too much, causing the woman to moan and whimper like a fucking baby. 

He held Regina's buttocks apart with strong hands and then spread his 
thighs, lowering her body onto the mattress. Now she had to bear his full 
weight but her asshole was as wide as it could be. Now he could fuck her 
properly, which wasn't going to take long judging from the way his cock was 
throbbing with desire. 

Billy began to use a simple in-and-out motion, fucking Regina slowly and 
steadily in her overburdened asshole. His prick was slimy with lubrication 
but at least things were going well. Regina's asshole felt incredibly good, 
closing and opening around his meat, giving him total control over her 
luscious body. 

He reached around and cupped one hand under Regina's tits, wondering if he 
could turn the woman on in the midst of her confusion. His fingers worked 
skillfully on Regina's broad pink nipples, stroking them over and over 
again, pinching the delicate flesh until it was contracted into a tight pair 
of bundles of hypersensitized nerves. 

He could hear Regina breathing slower. Her body had finally relaxed and she 
seemed able to take his strokes with impunity. Billy slammed his cock in a 
little harder. There was no point letting her off too easily. It was a scene 
that could never really be repeated and he wanted to get the most out of it. 

His hand slid from Regina's tits, moving along the warm underside of her 
kneeling body. Her hips were tilted at a perfect angle now and it was nice 
to watch her muscles under Regina's skin, supporting his body and servicing 
his burning prick. It wouldn't be long before he would be forced to give up 
his come. 

Billy groped with his thin fingers until he was able to locate Regina's 
cunt. His arm was just long enough to encircle her amply fleshed body and 
soon his fingers were running up and down the woman's labia. Her cunt was as 
sensitive as ever, dripping wet as soon as he touched her clitty. He could 
make it pleasant for her, maybe even elicit an orgasm from Regina's 
straining body. 

Regina stiffened with lust as she felt her clitoris being assaulted. It was 
difficult enough to withstand Billy's anal assault and how he was trying to 
make her like it. The boy was cruel, selfish, harder and more masculine than 
any man she'd ever been with. And she liked it, was as much stimulated by 
her own surrender as by the feel of Billy's cock and agile fingers. 

Her clitoris expanded rapidly, greedy for stimulation. Regina felt as if she 
had two bodies. One struggled under Billy's cruel, hard cock and the other 
was transported into the highest realms of ecstasy by his gentle fingers. 
She would have to try to unite the two halves of herself before he was 
finished cornholing her. 

Driven by lust, Regina ground her hips into Billy's hard midsection, 
tightening her asshole against his invading prick. His fingers clung to her 
clitoris and then let go, forcing her to twist and gyrate her body. She felt 
like a puppet, had no will of her own, had been dominated completely by her 
strange lover. 

And now she was enjoying the experience, how she did not know. Billy's prick 
felt good, filling her completely, reaching deeper into her body than it had 
ever done before. Her asshole was susceptible to pleasure, all right, its 
membranes as sleek and sensitive as those inside her dripping pussy. Both 
orifices were being stimulated now and it was soon going to be time for her 
to come. 

"You can fuck me harder now," she whispered. "I'm sorry I was such a baby 
before, darling. I love the way you feel inside my asshole. Yes, Billy, I 
want you to fuck my asshole. Go ahead, as hard as you like. I'm ready now. I 
want you, darling." 

Arching her back, Regina tilted her cunt and asshole closer to her panting 
lover. Her ass and hips lifted upward, taking Billy's body with them as if 
he were weightless. Billy kept his knees planted on the yielding mattress, 
not letting his cock slide out an inch as they altered their position. 

Now he was right on top of Regina, riding her like a mare, his slender body 
curving around her wide white hips. He pulled his rod back and then quickly 
slid it in again. His veins were bulging and Billy could feel the come 
moving up from his balls, forming a temporary reservoir in the tip of his 
cock. 

He worked harder on Regina's clitoris, intent on making the woman melt in 
his skilled hands. At one point, he managed to slip two fingers into her 
vulva, filling Regina completely and making the woman feel as if she were- 
being fucked by an army. Billy smiled, knowing she would shoot her wad 
first. 

He was able to cornhole Regina with complete freedom now, knowing that she 
was concentrating on her own sexual pleasures. It was great to have her 
writhing under him again, bucking that magnificently fleshy body, crashing 
her ass greedily against him. His prick burned with desire but still Billy 
maintained control. No way he was going to let himself come yet. 

Billy placed one hand on each of Regina's broad hips, holding the woman in 
place. His prick bucked easily in and out of her asshole and his fingers 
continued to work on cunt and clitoris. His hand was dripping with pussy 
juice and the air in the room was thick and humid, filled with-the odors of 
lust. 

Regina felt her consciousness slipping away. Impossible as it seemed, she 
was on the verge of coming during her first real experience with anal sex. 
Her clitoris was distended and beginning to hurt. She was breathing giddily, 
feeling her muscles tighten and her cunt contract around Billy's probing 
fingers. 

And then she came, shouting her passion aloud, not caring if Mr. Cokes or 
anyone else in the world heard her screams of release. Her eyes closed 
tightly as she felt rivulets of come pour out of her pussy. Three spasms 
came and went in quick succession and then her passion began slowly to wane. 

"Billy, it feels so good," she groaned. "Yes, it does, I love it when you're 
inside me, inside my asshole. Yes, yes, YES, fuck me harder. SHOVE IT INTO 
ME. That's right, darling, fuck me harder, good and hard. AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA 
HHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH, Billy don't stop. AAAAAAAA EEEEEEEE 
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII." 

Billy grinned broadly as Regina went through her paces. He had turned the 
trick again, had managed to make the woman enjoy his selfish sexual 
experiments. As she came, her asshole fluttered around his cock, in perfect 
synchronization with Regina's vaginal contractions, increasing his pleasure 
all the more. 

Waiting until Regina's orgasm had been completed, Billy decided to vary the 
routine again. If it was fun to fuck Regina's asshole, it was bound to be 
even better to use her cunt as well, to alternate between the two tight, 
slick orifices. As soon as she held still he was ready to swing into action. 

Billy pulled his cock reluctantly from Regina's asshole and then grabbed the 
rigid shaft as it sprang away from her body. It was easy enough to get into 
the woman's cunt, dripping as it was with the fruit of her recent climax. 
And Regina seemed to like it, if her moans of pleasure were to be trusted. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, that feels nice," Regina crooned, grinding her hips slowly and 
sensually from side to side. "Billy, I can't tell you how that turns me on. 
Oh, wait darling, no don't put it back there, not yet. Oh, Billy, what are 
you doing to me?" 

Billy had already acted on his desires, reaming Regina's cunt for a few 
seconds and then switching back to her asshole. She was much easier to enter 
now, the little aperture being spread to its full limit. It was more elastic 
and accessible and he knew that he wasn't hurting Regina any longer. 

Young and agile, Billy found it easy to alternate between the two pink moist 
apertures, giving each a single stroke, never slowing down or resting for a 
minute. Sweat beaded on his forehead and then cascaded down the boy's 
flushed face. He was struggling with himself, fighting against an inexorable 
explosion. 

He grabbed Regina's tits again, pressing so hard against her back that she 
could feel his heart pounding against her skin. She moved with her young 
lover, tired and sore but willing to go all out for him. No other man in the 
world could have made her come at a time like that. Billy deserved what he 
demanded-her best, a total effort that drained and sometimes confused 
Regina, but whose results were always good for both of them. 

By then Billy could feel his balls tightening against his groin. They felt 
huge, swollen, ready to erupt. But his prick was still tight and hard, 
plunging in and out of Regina's cunt and asshole. Sweat was seeping from his 
every pore now, as Billy finally resigned himself to orgasmic release. 

He ignored Regina's pussy from then on, wedging his cock back into her 
asshole. One quick thrust of his skinny hips and he was buried to the hilt 
again. And she was helping him, grinding and jerking her body, rippling her 
anal muscles so that it felt like a multitude of fingers were pulling at his 
cock. 

Regina stiffened her body as the final assault began. Billy was never gentle 
when he was shooting his load and this time promised to be no exception to 
that rule. His prick jerked in and out of her bunghole-strong, hard and 
imperious. She could feel its blood pounding, could feel each of Billy's 
contractions. 

Then she could feel him exploding inside her, his prick like the nozzle of a 
firehose. Her asshole was instantly flooded with come and Regina liked the 
way the hot juices soothed her irritated membranes. She felt her lover come 
three times and listened carefully to his tight, loud, impassioned voice. 

"I'm coming, Regina, right in your asshole," she heard him gasp. 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH, hold still, don't move 
anymore. Yeah, that's it, make it tight again. OOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO 
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, that feels good, fucking good. Don't move, Regina, I'm 
coming again. I'm coming, I'm COMMMMMMMMMMM M MIIIIIIINNNNNNN G G G G G." 

His climax was brief and intense, showing Regina that she had pleased her 
lover again. Billy left his cock inside her after he was finished shooting 
but she could feel it wilting rapidly and soon sliding out of her body. 
Then, as he rolled off her back, Regina was at last able to rest. 

"I'm sorry I was such an idiot," she said a few moments later, not facing 
Billy as she spoke. "Are you still mad at me?" 

"No, you were scared," Billy said conciliating. "In a way, it made things 
even better for me. You were so helpless. You were holding your hands 
against your sides like I had handcuffed you." 

"I guess every woman wants to be a slave sometimes," Regina admitted. "In 
bed, anyway. But you scare me sometimes, Billy. You're so cold and 
dispassionate, like a scientist." 

"Are you complaining? Don't you like me the way I am?" 

"I love you, darling," Regina interrupted. "I didn't mean to complain. It's 
just that I feel so insecure here. You're all so hard to understand, like 
you're in a world of your own." 

"Sounds like you need a little vacation, a trip to the country," Billy told 
her. "I know; it'll be perfect. Come with us when we go visit George 
tomorrow." 

"All the way out to Bloomington?" Regina asked. "I don't know, darling. Your 
father didn't ask me to come along and, you know, I don't know if I should 
see George again." 

Billy laughed. How could she still think that he wanted to keep her all to 
himself just hours after he had shared her favors with Daniel? Regina's 
power to delude herself was truly awesome. But there was no reason to hurt 
her feelings as long as she did what she was told, continued to follow all 
his commands. 

"If George wants you, you're his, at least for the day," Billy insisted, 
meeting his mistress's questioning stare. "No, I'm not giving you up or 
anything. Be nice to George. He's a jerk in some ways but he's my brother. 
Besides, it looked like you had a pretty good time the first night you spent 
together." 

The whole thing was insane, Regina knew. She was being passed from hand to 
hand, from son to son. She had fucked all three boys and was now going back 
for seconds. Only James, the one man in the household who would have been 
suitable for her, had not tried to put the make on Regina. Wasn't there a 
single thing about the family that was close to normal? 

Billy departed a few minutes later, leaving Regina alone with her thoughts. 
Billy had been right as usual. Thinking about George for the first time in 
two weeks, she did miss him. Maybe she could talk to him about Billy. Maybe 
George could help her discern a pattern behind the boy's incessant 
schemings. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As Billy had promised, the first person Regina saw the following morning was 
James Cokes. She was awakened by a timid knock on her bedroom door and then 
James was inside the room, visibly relieved that she was still under her 
blankets. He seemed unsure of himself in her room and anxious to get away. 

"We're going to see George today," he explained, "and I thought it might be 
fun for you to come along. You can watch Daniel, but mainly I thought the 
ride would be good for you. We keep you so cooped up here. I know how hard 
it is to care for three boys." 

Regina allowed him to make an escape, but not before she had risen from bed 
and paraded before the man dressed only in a sheer summer nightgown. She 
promised to be ready in half an hour, smiling invitingly at James and then 
headed for her bathroom, not knowing why she'd felt compelled to flirt with 
the man. 

Three hours later they entered the campus of Bloomington College. It took a 
while to locate George, but he had few classes that day and was able to give 
them a tour of the school. The drive had been pleasant and it was nice to 
see him again, Regina decided. Even Billy seemed happy and distracted by the 
business of the day, glad that the family had been reunited temporarily. 

Later that afternoon, Regina found herself alone with George Cokes in his 
dormitory room. George had been distantly polite to her so far and it had 
not been his idea that they be left alone together. Billy, of course, had 
arranged it, Regina knew, wanting them to resume their affair for some 
reason of his own. 

"I've missed you, Regina," George told her. "I'm really glad that you came. 
It was a pleasant surprise." 

"Oh, I'm practically part of the family now," Regina told him, trying to 
keep her voice blithe. "Hasn't Billy called you and told you what we've been 
doing? No? I thought you all had some kind of secret radar system, the whole 
crazy bunch of you." 

"What on earth are you talking about?" 

Regina decided to make a clean breast to George. The boy had been good to 
her once and really, she had nothing to lose at that stage of the game. Her 
tale, full of contradictions and back-turnings, took a good half hour to 
relate. When it was over, George stared at her dubiously, wondering if she 
had lost her senses. 

"I just don't know why he does these crazy things," Regina concluded. 
"Especially where your father's concerned. Can you imagine how it felt 
having to parade myself before him a whole day?" 

George smiled, a secret brief grin. He understood now, knew exactly what 
Billy had in mind. The idea was simple and appealing. Make Regina 
indispensable in the household, get their father to fall in love with her. 
Then James would marry her and she would stay with them for good. The only 
question was whether to spill the beans now or let Regina find out when 
Billy wanted her to. 

"Well, Billy's a strange kid," he temporized, having decided not to tell. 
"You knew that before you got involved with him, you must have. Anyway, 
let's forget him for a while." 

"I'd like to but I can't," Regina said, starting to sniffle. "I think about 
him all the time. He's good to me but he won't explain anything. Tell me, 
George, what the hell is he after." 

"I can only speak for myself," George answered. "And I'm interested in you, 
not him. We had a good time together once, Regina, and we can do it again. 
They'll be at the library for at least two hours-you know how Dad is about 
books. Come on, angel, didn't you miss me just a little bit these last three 
weeks?" 

Regina was not accustomed to lying where her emotions were concerned. She 
looked shyly at George and then nodded her head, bending her neck in a 
gesture of submission. George rose and led her to the bed. The door was 
already locked and his roommate was out for the day. Nobody was going to 
disturb them. 

He kissed Regina, holding the confused woman tightly in his strong arms, 
then plunging his tongue between her soft, thin, slightly parted lips. 
Regina had gotten more beautiful during their separation. Whatever else 
resulted from their affair, Billy had already done a hell of a lot for the 
woman. 

Still unsure of herself, Regina was completely passive for the first several 
minutes. She allowed herself to be kissed and made no protest as George 
started to strip her. His hands fumbled eagerly with the buttons and snaps 
of her blouse and then worked more surely on her underwear, denuding her in 
a matter of moments. 

George got out of his own clothing with alacrity, knowing that their time 
together was limited. He owed Billy one for bringing Regina along. He had 
not managed to get laid in three weeks of trying and he had thought of 
Regina on more than one occasion. It was a great stroke of luck to be with 
her again. 

Naked, he joined Regina on the bed, lowering his head to the woman's 
irresistible chest. Her tits were truly magnificent, bulging off her chest, 
the nipples hardening under a breeze from his open window. Everything about 
her was lush and feminine and inviting. Already his prick was throbbing with 
desire. 

He buried his head between Regina's tits and then closed his lips around one 
circular pink nipple. Sucking hard, he drew it deep into his mouth, loving 
the perfumed taste of her delicate skin. The woman quivered under his 
attack, still preoccupied but responding according to plan, a truly 
passionate creature. 

He switched to the other juicy tit, leaving a trail of saliva to cool on 
Regina's blushing skin. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly and he 
seemed stronger than she remembered him. Compared to Billy and Daniel he was 
a full-grown man, though he was only eighteen and looked perhaps even 
younger than that. 

George ran his tongue down Regina's torso, licking her body hungrily, still 
unable to believe completely his good fortune. She was the embodiment of 
lonely, adolescent fantasy, a mature, sensual willing woman. He could smell 
the secretions from her cunt already, could tell that she still liked the 
way he made it with her. Yes, they were going to have a good time together 
that day. 

George wedged his head between Regina's thighs, intent on eating out the 
woman's luscious moist quim. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and touched 
Regina's labia, sending a shiver of lustful expectation through her body. 
She parted her thighs further and then reached down to caress George's hair. 

Regina pushed the back of her lover's head closer to her body, impatient 
now, wanting George's tongue inside her pussy. The boy obliged her quickly, 
shooting his tongue out in a doubled-over position and sliding it deep into 
her vulva. She was dripping wet already, aroused as if they'd been petting 
for hours. 

George went willingly to work on Regina's pussy. He reached up with one hand 
and began to stroke and caress her breasts, happy to be with the 
magnificently sensual woman again. His tongue delved deep and soon his mouth 
was overflowing with saline pussy juices, a taste that aroused George's own 
passion. He could feel his cock getting harder and thicker with each passing 
second. 

He removed his tongue from Regina's pussy and went right to work on her 
clitoris. It would be easy enough to bring the woman to orgasm with oral sex 
and then he would be able to fuck her. They had plenty of time together and 
there was no reason to hurry, not when they were having such a good time 
together. 

Regina lay flat on her back, arms tightly pressed to her sides as George 
flicked his tongue against her clitoris. Eyes closed, she felt her passion 
mounting, shuddering slightly as she felt her tiny gland of pleasure being 
coaxed into erection, slowly protruding from under its protective hood. 

George slid his tongue slowly up and down her labia, touching her clitty for 
the briefest of instants. He was teasing her now, making Regina slow her 
passion down. But his tongue felt so good, so warm and knowing, that she 
felt herself moving closer to orgasm. She had forgotten how good George was 
in bed but realized now that he could match his brother Billy in sexual 
potency. 

His tongue slid back into her gaping vulva and this time Regina moved with 
her lover, lifting her hips slightly so that his tongue could go in deeper. 
Her membranes were wet and sensitive and her pussy walls were starting to 
contract. Just a few more minutes of that kind of tonguing and she'd be 
ready to fly. 

George cupped his hands under Regina's buttocks, forgetting the woman's 
luscious tits for the nonce. He gripped her ass hard, leaving his 
fingerprints on the delicate skin, and then one of his lingers probed at 
Regina's asshole. She stiffened slightly and then .yielded to the boy's anal 
advances. 

Her asshole was still sensitive from Billy's buggering but had become 
eroticized in the process. It felt good to have both lower orifices filled 
and stimulated simultaneously. Her body got hotter, writhing and twisting 
under George's lingual attack, rewarding the boy for his passionate efforts. 

She held George by the nape of his neck, keeping his head pressed up against 
her groin. He was working on her clitoris again, moving his forefinger from 
vulva to asshole, varying the pressure and friction skillfully. At eighteen, 
the boy was a master of sex, but that was something that no longer surprised 
her. 

George pushed his tongue out blunt, forcing it against her clitoris and 
holding it there. He loved to feel the woman squirming under him, moaning 
with lust, calling his name in an almost desperate tone of voice. Despite 
the difference in ages, he was in control, a situation that pleased them 
both. 

He forced one finger into Regina's vulva and then inserted another deeper 
into her yielding asshole. The woman was truly incredible, a fountain of 
pussy juice, unbelievably responsive to his every caress. It was good to be 
able to make her come, to direct and control the woman's rapidly mounting 
lust. 

Regina sighed loudly as George pulled out all stops, jamming his tongue into 
her clitty, pushing the tiny organ from side to side, covering it with a 
thick film of hot saliva. Her thighs closed around the boy's head, making it 
hard for him to breathe, but that did not slow George down for a second. 

George kept his eyes open, watching Regina intently as he brought the older 
woman to a sensual explosion. Her face was as beautiful as ever despite its 
redness. Her tits looked swollen with lust and her body appeared especially 
lithe and muscular as she writhed lustily before his tongue and fingers. 

Regina relaxed, knowing that she was almost ready to come. George knew just 
what she needed and was making no bones about giving it to her. His tongue 
seemed as hot and heavy as a cock, but a thousand times more agile. Her 
whole body was getting hot now and she was sweating heavily. Her legs 
loosened around the boy's neck and she began to moan louder and louder. 

"George, you're killing me," she whispered. "I feel like I'm going to 
dissolve. Yes, yes, lick my clitty some more. I love it when you do that to 
me. I love you George, I want you. Make me come, darling, don't stop now. 
Please make me come." 

Her words, chanted quietly, were indistinguishable to George but it was no 
mystery to him what the woman wanted. He pushed two fingers deeper into her 
vulva and worked a third finger all the way into her open asshole. All the 
while his tongue continued to dance provocatively on and around Regina's 
clit. 

Regina's whole body stiffened as her orgasm began. She felt her cunt 
contracting and then sensed the ocean of come that was pouring out of her 
vulva. A red film appeared behind her closed eyes and then her body began to 
move again, hips lifted fully off the mattress, lithe muscles contracting 
violently, distended clitoris darting out to meet George's incessantly 
flicking tongue. 

And then George could hear her words clearly. "GEORGE, GEORGE, MAKE ME 
COME," she shouted. "Yes, don't stop now, please don't stop. A A A A A A A A 
A A A A A A AH H H H H HHHHH HHHHH, George, George, I want to come, I'm 
coming, I can't stop myself. Yes, tongue me more, don't stop. 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA E E E E E E EE E IIIIIIIII!!!!!!" 

Regina's orgasm seemed to last indefinitely. George felt his face flooding 
with come juice. He swallowed some of the sharp-tasting fluids and then 
continued to belabor Regina's clit. His prick was burning against his body 
but that was nothing to worry about. Regina would be done coming soon and 
then it would be her turn to show him a good time in the sack. 

They relaxed together for several minutes after the end of Regina's orgasm, 
stroking and caressing each other's body, kissing occasionally as they 
waited for strength to return to their tired bodies. It was the wrong time 
to talk, but Regina could restrain her curiosity no longer. She had to ask, 
then and there. 

"George, you're not being honest with me," she began, trying to make her 
voice stern. "You know what Billy's planning but you won't tell me. It isn't 
fair, George, it just isn't fair." 

"It's for your own good," George answered shortly, his pinched slightly 
angry countenance looking remarkably like Billy's. "You have to trust us, 
Regina, both of us. Billy knows what he's doing and I guess he thinks you're 
too nervous to take it yet. But don't worry. I know things'll turn out okay 
for you." 

Regina wondered. Thee whole family kept talking about her welfare, but what 
had they done for her yet other than fuck her? She was not only a 
housekeeper, but a prostitute in residence, all at a ridiculously low 
salary. Still, George seemed sincere and it was obvious that nothing more 
could be wrung from him. 

"Talk about being unfair," George teased. "After all the work I just did, 
you don't do a thing for me. We don't have all day, Regina, do you want to 
fuck me or don't you?" 

For a moment, Regina thought about her situation, but the demands of her 
body were not to be resisted for long. She smiled at George and then rolled 
her body over, stretching one arm out until her hand was resting on George's 
muscular midsection. His prick was hard already and the boy wanted to fuck 
her. 

Her fingers closed around George's stiff cock, sending a jolt of electricity 
through Regina's satiated body. She had come only minutes earlier and she 
was ready for more. She used the nails of her long, elegantly curved fingers 
on the underside of George's meat. She couldn't get the lad any harder but 
she could make him squirm with pleasure before he got his cock into her. 

Regina gripped her lover's prick and then slid her clenched hand up and down 
its thick, gnarled shaft. She watched the tumid organ closely, seeing the 
color flow in and out of it, seeing the veins course angrily. Her mouth was 
watering. She had to blow her lover, at least for a few moments. 

Regina bent her head forward, draping her body over George's reclining form. 
Her lips closed easily around his meat and then she was sucking him off, 
coating his cock with saliva, enjoying her ability to give him pleasure. It 
would have been nice to suck him off to completion but there was no time for 
that. 

Regina did what she could in the limited time allotted her. She surrounded 
the head of George's cock with her lips and then forced her head downward. 
Seven inches of thick hard cock disappeared into her craw, until her lips 
rested gently against her lover's dark pubic curls. 

Regina smiled inwardly at the gasp of surprise she had elicited from her 
passionate young lover. She kept his prick buried in her throat for as long 
as she could stand it, breathing through her nose and licking every inch of 
it with her agile tongue. But it was time for them to fuck, time to take 
care of business. 

Regina removed her mouth slowly, trailing her tongue along the length of 
George's prick. The boy lay still for a moment and then rolled heavily onto 
one side. Regina was ready for him, lying flat on her back, legs spread, 
arms open. She was smiling broadly, showing happiness, submission and a fair 
degree of lust. 

Brandishing his cock in his right hand, George rubbed it between Regina's 
tits for a moment, loving the feel of her smooth, creamy cleft. He snaked 
his body down along her torso and thighs until his prick pointed at Regina's 
twat. Now he was ready to enter the woman, ready to work out three weeks of 
loneliness on her beautiful, willing, available body. 

Delaying his pleasure as long as he could, George pushed only the tip of his 
prick between her pink labia. He loved the feel of Regina's moistened blonde 
pubic tresses against his burning skin, could inhale the fragrance of her 
skin and genitals, could feel sweat starting to break out on his own aroused 
body. 

But he would not enter her yet. George swung his hips from one side to the 
other, rotating the tip of his cock between Regina's clasping labia. It was 
a new kind of fucking, subtle and frustrating, something he could not keep 
up for long. And Regina, anxious to have him inside her, was making it all 
the more difficult. 

The woman lifted her hips and then sucked in with her vaginal sphincters, 
wanting all seven inches of her lover's rigid rod. Her face was no longer 
smiling but was tense, with narrowed eyes and hollow cheeks. She felt 
another inch of cock slipping into her and knew that she was winning the 
battle decidedly. 

George capitulated a second later, his powers of resistance and self-control 
having been exhausted totally. Putting all his strength into it, he slammed 
his cock deep into Regina's pussy, entering and filling her with a single 
violent motion. Regina's eyes bugged as his body slammed into hers. He was 
hard, strong, demanding, too much for her to handle. 

George let himself go completely. He had wanted Regina for three weeks and 
now she was his, wet and open and inviting. His prick plumbed her depths in 
a rapid rhythm, hitting bottom at the end of each heavy stroke. Droplets of 
sweat poured off his face as he strove to extirpate the demons of desire. 

He slowed down a few seconds later, calmer now, able to enjoy and prolong 
their bout of lovemaking. His strokes continued deep but they were now 
gentle and extended. To Regina, it seemed to take an hour for him to insert 
his cock each time, and each time it seemed to get longer, thicker and 
hotter. 

Regina struggled for breath. George was incredibly virile. He was heavier 
and stronger than his younger brothers and equally well hung, a difficult 
young man to satisfy. But he was turning her on as he served his own 
pleasure and Regina knew that she would please him, give him a fucking to 
remember. 

She began to move with George, undulating her body on the hard, narrow 
mattress of his dormitory bed. Looking around the room through narrowed eyes 
she spotted a familiar picture in one corner of the mirror. It was her, a 
shot George had taken in their home two months before. It proved that he 
cared about her, a revelation that increased her pleasure immensely. 

Maybe George was right, Regina mused as she felt his cock thumping steadily 
inside her well-lubricated quim. She had to trust him, and Billy as well. 
The boys cared about her, perhaps they even loved her as she loved them. 
That picture had done the trick, had acted on the woman's ever-susceptible 
vanity. 

Regina smiled blissfully. Not only did she have nothing to complain about, 
but any other woman of intelligence would have given her right tit to trade 
places with her. She had not one virile lover but three. And it had all 
taken place after she had turned forty, a fact that still struck her as 
miraculous. 

She moved more vigorously, crashing her hips against George's hard 
midsection and sucking his cock deep into the hungry recesses of her pussy. 
George was beginning to step things up in his own right. His prick was 
burning now and he knew that it would not be long before he could no longer 
hold his passion in check. 

Raising himself up, George pumped harder, shooting his cock deep into 
Regina's clinging twat. Muscles rippling visibly, he fucked Regina with 
unleashed passion, his cock making loud wet noises and growing more urgent 
with every second. He was sweating hard but had not yet begun tire. 

He buried his head momentarily in Regina's bosom, sucking greedily at each 
of her already tightened nipples. His hips continued to thrust his prick 
forward, pinning his mistress to the bed. Regina knew that he would come 
before she was ready for a second orgasm, but that was all right, no 
problem. She was satisfied, happy, and at peace with herself. 

Unable to move her body now, Regina contracted her pussy around the thick 
cock that was filling it to perfection. She rippled her sphincters rapidly, 
clutching and caressing George's stiff rod. The boy was lying on top of her 
again and making her bear his full weight but it would all be over soon. 

Regina clasped her legs around George's ass, drawing him closer to her 
hungry body. Now she was able to move again, to churn her hips and wiggle 
her ass beneath her lover. She moved with George and then against him, 
making the boy work for his orgasm, prolonging the fuck for as long as 
possible. 

George slowed down for a moment, to enjoy the feel of her clinging twat and 
lithe moving muscles for the last time before his imminent climax. Regina 
was an amazing woman, the best fuck he could ever hope to find. Leave it to 
Billy to find a way to keep her. Even at the verge of orgasm it was an 
amusing thought. 

He pumped with a steady motion but his prick was beginning to quiver and 
vibrate within the sheath of Regina's quim. His veins throbbed palpably and 
he could feel the semen moving from balls to prick, clamoring to be 
released. His buttocks tightened as he sent the bolt home, reaming Regina 
out, enjoying every interior inch of her dripping clinging pussy. 

Two more good strokes and he was ready. Regina stopped moving and let the 
boy explode deep inside her body. Three separate streams of jism cascaded 
into her fuck box, laving her from within, filling the woman to capacity. 
But her lover was still hard and his cock had continued to move. 

"Regina, I'm coming," she heard him scream. "Oh fuck, don't move an inch. 
AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH, shit, you're cunt's so 
fucking tight. Hold still, bitch, let me finish coming, yeah, like that. It 
feels so fucking good. Shit, I can't stop, I'm coming, Regina, I'm 
COMMMMMMMMMM IIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN GGGGGGGG." 

His cries of passion were accompanied by short forward thrusts. One 
contraction followed another for a good two minutes before Regina could feel 
the boy going limp inside her. They stayed locked together for five minutes, 
breathing heavily and in unison, too exhausted to speak to one another. 

"Shit, I could stay like this forever," George finally spoke. "But you 
better get dressed soon. Even Dad's going to get bored with that law library 
sooner or later and I don't think it would be too cool for him to walk in on 
us." 

"Why not?" Regina asked. "I'm sure he's in on this crazy plot too. You're 
all in it, every one in your crazy family." 

"Look, you've got nothing to worry about," George insisted. "You dig being 
with us and we like having you. There's nothing to argue about except that 
you feel left out." 

"I'll tell you one thing," Regina answered, narrowing her eyes and setting 
her chin. "If I don't get some answers soon, I'm going to pack up and leave, 
I really am. I can get other jobs, I don't need you, any of you!" 

George was relieved when the family gathered together again. Regina had a 
point. Nobody liked to see his fate in somebody else's hands, even a woman 
as confused as her. But it was Billy's party and George had learned long ago 
that it was not wise to interfere with his younger brother. 

Regina slept during most of the ride home, sharing the back seat with 
Daniel. She awoke when they were almost home, feeling the boy's hand sliding 
up and down her thigh. They were satyrs, sex maniacs, a family of 
degenerates. But it was too late to deny that she loved them, that her life 
was bound up with them, that she had no intention of leaving. 

"Come on Regina," Daniel whispered. "Just jerk me off. We'll be home soon 
and then I'll have to go to bed." 

Regina felt her fingers reaching down, opening the boy's fly and then 
releasing his prick from the confines of his underwear. If James turned 
around or looked at them through the rearview mirror there would be hell to 
pay, but she just didn't care any longer. Daniel chuckled softly as the 
woman's fingers slowly aroused him to state of full erection. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Two nights later, Regina knocked at the door of Billy's bedroom shortly 
after eleven at night. It was the first time she had been in his room and 
she felt quite nervous, but something had happened that Billy had to be told 
about. Even if he got angry at her, she had to speak to him without delay. 

Regina recited her story quickly and to the point. She had been shopping for 
clothing that afternoon and had met Mrs. Carrington, James Cokes' lady 
friend, in a department store. Knowing each other slightly, the two women 
had lunched together and Regina had been taken immediately into Mrs. 
Carrington's confidence. 

The woman had turned out to be as confused by the Cokes family as Regina. 
She had intended to marry James but had since decided that she could not 
possibly live with his sons. She had made her mind up, she wanted out, and 
she needed a woman to talk to, a woman her own age who could give her 
advice. 

"That's a good one," Billy laughed appreciatively, "her asking you about us. 
What the hell did you tell her?" 

"Not much," Regina answered. "I think her mind was made up already and she 
just wanted confirmation. Anyway, I hardly said anything. She did all the 
talking." 

Regina fell silent under Billy's piercing gaze. It was as if he were waiting 
for her to say something, make some sort of confession, but Regina could not 
utter a word. Her mind was in turmoil. She felt that things were working 
toward a conclusion so that she would not be in the dark any longer. 

"All right, I'll say it if you won't," Billy interrupted her reverie. "He's 
rid of that bitch now. He needs a wife. Daniel needs a mother. You're here. 
Do I have to draw you a picture?" 

"Oh my God," Regina answered. "Marry your father? How can you even suggest 
that? If he knew what I'd done here he'd fire me in a second. How can you 
expect him to propose to me?" 

"Don't be stupid," Billy told her. "You don't have to tell him a fucking 
thing. It's not like you're some young girl he's marrying. I mean, you 
wouldn't tell him about your marriage, so why the hell say anything about me 
and George and Daniel?" 

"But why should you think he even wants to marry me?" Regina protested. 
"He's never said anything about it. He hardly talks to me. You're wrong, 
Billy, absolutely wrong." 

"He'll pop the question tomorrow night," Billy told her. "Tonight he sees 
Mrs. Carrington and she breaks up with him. Tomorrow he comes to his senses. 
You can bank on it." 

A million questions raced through Regina's mind but she knew Billy would not 
be willing to answer them, or, worse, that his answers would not be what she 
wanted to hear. Suppose James did propose to her. Would she be able to give 
up her young lovers? Would they work out some sort of arrangement? 

Regina started crying. Billy stood above her and he was enjoying the whole 
situation, not helping her at all. Yet, through it all, she never doubted 
that he was right, that she would receive James' proposal within forty-eight 
hours. Equally certain was that she would accept, just as Billy had 
instructed her. 

"I know, you don't love him," Billy spoke soothingly, letting one palm rest 
on Regina's shoulder, close to the warm neck. "But lots of people get 
married who don't love each other. Besides, you don't know Dad too well yet. 
He's got a few surprises in him. He's not all that different from the rest 
of us." 

"Is that supposed to be reassuring? My God, that's all I need, another sex 
maniac, and a middle-aged one at that." 

"You could still leave," Billy suggested. "Don't you dare say that," Regina 
sputtered, clenching her fist unconsciously. "Not after what we've been 
through. Do you really think I could just walk out and forget everything?" 

"Probably you could. Look at what you've forgotten already. Your husband, 
your morals, your silly ideals. Regina, cut the shit. Can't you see a good 
deal when it's in front of your eyes?" 

Regina stood up and threw herself into Billy's arms. There was no point 
arguing with him. It was like arguing with herself, an endless cycle of 
clarification and mystification, willingness and apprehension. She might as 
well yield to her impulses, forget her convoluted situation and live for the 
moment. They had decided her fate for her in a way that conferred freedom 
upon her, a release from anxiety. It was best not to think at all. 

Billy held Regina tightly, his fingers crumpling the material of her thin 
summer bathrobe. Regina's tits rubbed against his chest as she sobbed and 
soon their groins were touching as well. Billy felt his prick getting hard 
almost immediately. Regina was at her most attractive when she was upset and 
confused. Even her tears, which he hated, only served to fire his lust. 

He led Regina to his bed. It was late and Billy wanted to sleep, but he had 
to take care of Regina, couldn't just send her to bed after dropping his 
bombshell. They sat down together and Billy kissed her, pressing his lips to 
hers, plunging his tongue deep into Regina's sweet, thin-lipped mouth. 

It was easy enough to undress the woman, to slip the robe from her fleshy, 
dimpled shoulders. His own clothing came off almost as fast, and then they 
were naked together as they had been so many times before. As long as she 
came through it could go on like that for good, Billy thought determinedly. 

Regina was still upset, unable to respond properly to her young lover's 
skilled caresses. In a moment, she found herself lying supine on the 
mattress, while Billy was squatting directly over her head. He put one leg 
on either side of her and then his body came down, bringing his stiff cock 
with it. 

Following instructions, Regina squeezed her tits together, forming a tight 
channel for Billy's cock. The boy mounted her torso and then his prick was 
touching her, sliding easily over the satin skin between her tits. He was 
hard already and getting harder, smiling down at her in a way that could not 
be mistaken. 

Regina could see only the tip of her lover's cock as it pointed up toward 
her chin at the end of each thrust. It was dark purple, as if strangulated, 
fat with blood, spongy but hard at its core. The shaft of Billy's prick was 
not visible to her but she could feel it rubbing against her tits, just as 
she could feel Billy's balls contracting against her abdomen. 

He slid his body forward, forcing his prick closer to Regina's mouth. Her 
tongue protruded but she could not yet touch the burning spear even craning 
her neck forward. His balls were just under her tits now and his prick slid 
up and down her cleft. Soon, Regina knew, that hard prick would be thrusting 
in her mouth. 

Billy tit-fucked her for another minute, grinning and enjoying himself. He 
had done his part and now it was in Regina's and James' hands. Sure of the 
results, he could relax now and enjoy Regina without worry. It was time to 
give her a taste of cock, soon to be followed by a mouthful of hot frothing 
come. 

He pushed forward until the head of his prick rested against Regina's warm, 
thin lips. The woman opened her mouth obediently and the first inch slid in 
of its own accord. Regina pressed her lips around it and used the point of 
her tongue, running it up and down the thin come-slit that bisected Billy's 
glans. 

Billy shifted into a kneeling posture, resting his ass on Regina's chest. 
Her tits were on either side of his pendulant balls as he thrust his prick 
forward. Regina was sucking him off already, showing every trick in her 
book. He had trained the woman well and she had been a gratifyingly adept 
pupil. 

Regina let her eyes close halfway as she finally got the huge, hard prick 
into her mouth. Things were coming together for her again. Billy still 
wanted her and had as much as promised that they would continue their 
relationship in the future. There was nothing to worry about, nothing but 
giving the lad the best blowjob she could muster, the best he had ever had. 

But Regina found it difficult to do much for Billy in the position he had 
chosen for her. Lying on her back, she was nothing but a receptacle for the 
boy, an unmoving hole for his prick to fill. After awhile, she enjoyed her 
situation, dug the feeling of total helplessness and complete surrender. 

Billy humped her mouth slowly, drawing out each stroke of his prick for as 
long as he could. He pushed forward and made Regina swallow the entire rod. 
Her eyes crossed and it was hard for her to breathe, but Regina came through 
as usual, willing to do anything to turn her young lover on. 

She changed the position of her lips, pursing them and then pressing them 
together. Her tongue doubled over before Billy's penile onslaught, varying 
the shape and tightness of her oral cavity. Billy was moving faster now but 
he still wasn't ready to come, not for a few minutes yet, she knew. 

Billy's body shook, his weight supported on the palms he had placed on 
either side of Regina's shoulders. His hips drove forward and then in a 
corkscrew motion, reaming his prick around in Regina's mouth. He looked at 
his cock and saw that it was shiny with saliva, saliva that dripped down to 
his balls. 

Billy pulled back suddenly, disengaging his prick from Regina's cleaving 
lips. He was too close to orgasm and didn't want his fun ending yet. He held 
his prick an inch from Regina's mouth and told her to lick it, to protrude 
her tongue as far as it would go and drag it along the full length of his 
aroused penile organ. 

Regina tilted her head forward, perfectly happy to play Billy's game, 
especially when it allowed her to show more of her oral talents. Her tongue 
snaked out quickly, doubled over, and slid from the base to the crown of her 
lover's magic wand. She smiled as she felt him quivering with lust above 
her. 

She could see his cock now, magnified and foreshortened, looking like a 
huge, fleshy tree. She traced each vein on its underside, pressing them down 
with her tongue until they disappeared into the tangle of Billy's pubic 
hair. A drop of come oozed out and she knew that victory would soon be hers. 

Regina licked sedulously, attacking her lover's cock from different angles. 
She pressed her lips to its sides, curled her tongue around the thick shaft, 
nibbled on the bloated head with the points of her sharp, white teeth. Her 
free hand was on her lover's balls, squeezing them gently and rhythmically, 
as if she were trying to milk the come from his body. 

In another minute, Billy wanted back into her clinging mouth. He lunged 
forward and Regina did not resist him, parting her lips just wide enough for 
the thick crown to pass in to her. She began to suck again immediately, 
knowing that she had Billy aroused, that she would soon have a mouthful of 
his come. 

Billy moved his prick fast, shooting it in and out of Regina's mouth. Once 
he slipped away from her, but the pressure of her lips and sucked-in cheeks 
held him in place for the duration of the blowjob. His balls contracted and 
then Billy gave in, letting the come shoot out of his body. 

"I'm coming, fuck it I'm coming," he gasped. "Shit, that feels so fucking 
good. AAAAA AAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH, here it 
comes, Mama. I got it and you want it. Shit, I'm coming again. Suck it, 
Regina, suck my cock. That's it, baby, keep sucking it. AAAAAA 
AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!!" 

Regina felt the come cascading in her mouth, coating the surface of her 
lover's cock and then pouring out of her pursed lips. More and more of the 
thick saline fluids flooded into her, until she could feel it in her nose. 
She swallowed quickly, knowing a second eruption was about to begin. 

This time, Billy produced a prodigious dollop of ejaculate, a steady, lumpy 
flow of smoky come. He pulled his prick away as soon as it had been drained 
and then watched Regina as she swallowed his essence, licking the corners of 
her lips, salivating anew, looking more desirable than ever. 

Regina stuck her tongue out again, this time to clean the last drop of sperm 
from Billy's prick. The boy, supersensitive now, winced slightly as her 
tongue drew over his glans, but then it was all over. He dismounted slowly 
and carefully and then took Regina into his arms. She wasn't crying, but you 
could never tell with women, especially hysterical ones like Regina Barres. 

"Was that good for you?" Regina asked, turning to face her lover. "I tried 
to give you the best blowjob ever." 

"I came, didn't I?" Billy answered distractedly. "Yeah, it was good, but 
shit, Regina, you're always good, every fucking time. How can you be 
insecure about sex?" 

That was a good one. Regina was too stunned to laugh or answer 
sarcastically. The sexual plaything of three unstable adolescent males, the 
hired servant of their schemed-against father, security was not the word she 
would have used to describe her situation. There was no point trying to 
explain that to Billy. 

"And what happens after the wedding?" Regina persisted. "Do James and I go 
off for a honeymoon alone or are you coming along? What's going to happen to 
us, Billy, you and me." 

"For once you got me," Billy answered quietly. "I honestly don't know and 
don't care to guess." 

"Don't you care? Doesn't it mean anything to you?" 

"Of course it does, idiot," Billy answered affectionately. "Maybe I'm not as 
much of a monster as you think. If Dad wants to keep you to himself I lose 
too, you know." 

"Because I care about you," Billy answered grimly. "Sure we could have fun 
together for a while, but then Dad would move or get married again and you'd 
be that much older with nowhere to go and nobody to care about you. This way 
I'm taking a chance only for myself and trying to take care of your future." 

Regina sat on the edge of the narrow bed, her mind working furiously. Every 
time she thought she understood things the situation would change. A new, 
confusing configuration would arise. There was no reason not to believe 
Billy's last statements but his concern for her was cold, calculating. And 
his readiness for self-sacrifice was frightening and inexplicable. 

"Come on, let's make it again," Billy insisted. "You'll just drive yourself 
nuts thinking otherwise. Come on, Regina, I got something real nice for 
you." 

So saying, Billy rolled away from Regina, lifting the front of his body from 
the bed. His prick was hard again, engorged with blood. The thick tube 
jerked slowly up and down, its tip almost touching Billy's midsection. He 
wanted her and Regina knew she wanted him, lusted for him as strongly as 
ever. 

"You get on top this time," Billy ordered her. "Yeah, I'll just lie down and 
you climb on. We've never done it that way before. Maybe it'll make you feel 
like you're in charge." 

Regina ignored her lover's sarcasm but otherwise followed his instructions 
to the letter. Billy lay flat on his back with his legs together and his 
arms folded behind his head. His cock stood straight up now, straining away 
from his body. All that remained was to climb on and fuck him. She hunkered 
down and then mounted Billy, carefully placing her ankles on either side of 
his slender torso. Arms spread apart for balance, she lowered herself slowly 
and cautiously until she could feel Billy's rod bending under her weight. 

Reaching down, Regina took Billy's hot cock firmly in hand and bent it 
forward until she could feel the thick crown easing between her widely 
spread labia. She lowered her body further and felt the huge weapon sliding 
into her, slowly and strongly, not yielding or bending for a second. 

Billy pushed his hips upward until the bolt was shot completely home. He 
felt Regina's buttocks pressing down onto his thighs and then his prick 
reached bottom, filling her totally. They held that position for a long 
moment until Billy decided that it was time to get the ball rolling. 

Regina tightened her cunt around the probing prick that had filled it to 
capacity. The new position Billy had chosen allowed deeper penetration than 
she was accustomed to, and Billy's cock was entering her from a new angle. 
But the end result was the same. She was hot, throbbing inside, feeling and 
loving all seven inches of Billy's hot pulsating rod. 

As Regina smiled down at her lover, Billy thrust his hips up again, a little 
harder, lifting Regina with him. His prick sank deep into her pussy, hurting 
Regina slightly but turning her on at the same time. She was used to the 
position now and ready to move with her passionate young lover. Regina 
lifted her body slowly, feeling her ass separate from Billy's thighs. His 
prick bent as it slid away from her but she was able to keep it inside by 
using her powerful vaginal sphincters. Billy had been right. It was a 
position that allowed her to control the course and pace of their 
lovemaking. 

Regina felt her cunt getting wetter as she slid it up and down Billy's stiff 
cock. Using her thigh muscles, she raised and lowered her body gracefully so 
that Billy did not have to move at all. He too seemed to like the deep 
penetration and the way Regina was using her cunt on his swollen cock. 

Regina felt herself sweating in the small bedroom but she knew that she 
would not become tired, not until that huge invading prick had brought her 
to orgasm. She squatted on Billy's body again and then twisted her torso, a 
motion that made her cunt tighter around Billy's stationary penis. 

Billy ground with her, swiveling his narrow hips and occasionally pushing 
his weight into the mattress. His cock remained rooted in Regina's pussy, 
creating a tremendous amount of friction and pressure in that sweet moist 
channel. He would give Regina a good orgasm this time, one that would drive 
all worries from her mind, leave her too tired for anything but sleep. 

He grabbed Regina's hips, digging his fingers into the soft resilient flesh 
and holding the woman in position. Then, showing surprising strength, he 
began to fuck the aroused woman, lifting her into the air with each upward 
stroke, hitting her womb again and again with the end of his long thick 
fucks tick. 

His hands pulled and pushed at Regina's body and soon she felt like part of 
him, an extension of his hand. It was as if Billy were jerking himself off 
with her, holding her entire being in his tight grip and using her lush body 
as a receptacle for his lust, a moist sheath for his thrusting organ. 

Regina moved with the boy willingly, feeling her own passion mount by slow 
degrees. Her ass slammed continuously down onto his groin and thighs and her 
tits danced enticingly before Billy's eyes. Regina could not meet her 
lover's gaze but she knew that she was pleasing Billy, keeping him happy in 
bed. 

She bent her torso backward, changing the angle of penetration again. Being 
on top, she was able to guide Billy's prick into every hidden crevice of her 
hungry twat. She was full of him, impaled on his burning spear, but she was 
able to control the action almost as if she were masturbating. 

Soon she was able to forget everything but the sensations of the moment. 
Whatever happened with James Cokes was going to transpire whether she wanted 
it or not. For now, she was with Billy, his hard cock bisecting her body, 
and that was all that counted, all she could possibly wish for or ask for. 

The two lovers began to move together, separating their bodies until Billy's 
stiff prick was on the verge of escaping Regina's tightly clinging cunt and 
then crashing together again on a film of sweat and pussy juice. Regina felt 
her strength increasing, felt Billy moving closer to the point of release. 

Billy reached up for her tits, tantalized by the hobbling, quivering globes. 
His hands closed tightly around them, squeezing the tender flesh until it 
had reddened. His calloused fingertips worked on Regina's tits but it was 
more for his pleasure than hers. Regina's tits were always a turn on, as 
hard and high and firm as the breasts of an adolescent girl. 

Regina decided to try coming with her lover, sharing the orgasm that was 
slowly creeping up on her. She was a little ahead of Billy for the moment 
but the boy was getting hotter, especially when she would clamp down with 
her pussy walls. She needed to be close to Billy, needed to share her 
passion with the boy. 

There was no need to say anything to Billy who had long since proved his 
ability to anticipate her needs and desires. The boy began to fuck her hard 
and fast, ramming his cock steadily upward. The speed of his penetration 
drove Regina wild with lust and numbed his prick for the necessary few 
moments. 

Regina felt that she could come when she wanted to, the first time she had 
ever been able to combine will and lust. Billy's cock was pulsing and 
contracting nicely inside her, a sure sign that he was ready to fire his 
salvo. He was moving more slowly again, wanting to enjoy the last seconds of 
their fuck. 

The two lovers moved with perfect synchronicity, their bodies heaving and 
twisting and quivering together. It seemed to Regina that their bodies had 
united completely, cunt and cock melding into a zone of untrammeled passion. 
She was coming now, suddenly screaming and grinding in the throes of lust. 

Her cunt contracted just as Billy's spasms began and then pussy juice seeped 
slowly from her overloaded vulva, lubricating Billy's spurting cock. Then 
she could feel his come inside her shooting upward, reaching all the way to 
her womb. That set off another series of contractions. They were feeding 
each other's lust, driving each other to new heights of fulfillment. 

"BILLY, COME WITH ME," Regina screamed, struggling to open her eyes. "Yes, 
darling, put it in me again, YES, YES, just like that. Fuck me, Billy, I'm 
coming again. FUCK ME HARDER, SHOVE IT INTO ME. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, it's 
happening to me. Come inside me, Billy. AAAAA AAAAA AAAAA HHHHH HHHHH HHHHH 
HHHHH." 

Regina focused her eyes on Billy and saw that the boy was panting with 
desire, squirming and struggling under her. As he came, he lifted her from 
the mattress again, almost threw her into the air. But Regina held on 
tightly, not letting an inch of hot, erupting cock escape her grip. 

They came together, mingling their passion, filling the bedroom with the 
smells and sounds of sated lust. Regina felt herself calming again and then 
Billy's prick was softening inside her. Their pulses seemed to be beating 
together as they held their position, unwilling to admit that their fuck was 
over. 

Another minute passed and Billy gently guided Regina away from his tired 
body. His chest heaved as he struggled for oxygen. Fucking Regina in a new 
position was like opening a Pandora's box. The woman's passion knew no 
limits and its intensity was sometimes frightening, even to her domineering 
young lover. 

"I'm not going to see you tomorrow," Billy announced. "I want you to think 
things over so you won't be a nervous wreck with Dad. But remember, don't 
let me down." 

"Yes, darling," Regina answered wearily. "You know I'll do whatever you 
want. But it still feels so strange. Stupid as it sounds, I wish you could 
be there with me." 

"It would be interesting; I'll admit that," Billy said with a smile. "It's 
going to work out, Regina. You're stronger than you think you are. Don't 
worry yourself about this. Just be clear in your head and do what comes 
naturally." 

Five minutes later, Regina found herself alone in her bedroom. Sleep was out 
of the question though she would have given anything for a few hours of 
unconscious release. As her thoughts drifted, Regina fantasized briefly 
about escaping the Cokes household, a path that was still open to her. 

But she did not want to leave. Billy's brutal honesty was contagious, to the 
point where she was beginning to think as coldly and logically as he. Behind 
all her worries and doubts was the solid fact of her passionate desires. 
Nothing was going to separate her from Billy. He had given her something no 
other man had ever supplied and now she was hooked, a willing captive, 
addicted to the mind and body of her thirteen-year-old lover. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

/ Two nights later Regina ate supper alone with her employer, James Cokes. 
Billy and Daniel had gone to spend a night with friends from school not to 
return until the following evening. Despite an initial feeling of 
abandonment, Regina found that she was happy to be on her own, away from her 
disturbing lovers. 

James was different this night, just as Billy had predicted. Alone with 
Regina, he allowed his personality to emerge. A bottle of red wine with 
dinner loosened the man's tongue, revealing a sense of humor Regina had not 
noticed before. He was friendly, concerned, responsive and a perfect 
gentleman. 

Regina cursed Billy silently for ruining the evening. Had he refused to give 
in to her curiosity she might have been able to relax and enjoy herself. But 
as things stood, she knew what James was after, could predict his every 
move. There was no suspense, no sense of mystery or chance. 

Nonetheless, Regina found herself responding to James. It was good to be 
with an attractive man her own age, a man who enjoyed her company and 
conversation. It seemed impossible that a calm, phlegmatic man like James 
Cokes could have fathered a brood of demons like George, Billy and Daniel. 

After dinner James invited Regina to join him for a drink in the living 
room. They sat together on the sofa for a full half hour listening to music 
before James was able to address the woman directly. For Regina, the tension 
was worse, and she listened eagerly as her prospective husband finally broke 
the silence. 

"Regina, I hope you don't mind if I get personal," he began after clearing 
his throat ostentatiously. "I have to ask you about your plans for the 
future. I'm at a period of my life when I have to make important decisions, 
for the boys as well as myself." 

"Yes, James," Regina answered softly, using his given name for the first 
time. "Fm sure you find it difficult raising them by yourself, getting along 
without your wife." 

"That's it, exactly!" James interrupted eagerly and with gratitude. "This is 
difficult for me, Regina. We've always taken you for granted but I know that 
these last four months would have been hell without you. So, I want to make 
sure that you'll stay." 

"I have no plans for leaving," Regina told him. 

"No, that's not it," James answered, reddening slightly. "You see, I'm 
thinking of us in relation to each other. Frankly, I think we'd make a fine 
couple, a compatible married couple." 

It was finally out. Regina turned away from James and put her drink on the 
edge of the coffee table with exaggerated care. James had blurted out his 
proposal and now she had to decide how to accept it. But it was impossible 
to tell him about her affairs with the boys of the house. The words died on 
her lips, smothered by fear, embarrassment and confusion. 

We hardly know each other," she temporized. "Are you sure about your 
feelings toward me or are you just looking for a wife? You haven't even said 
you love me yet." 

"I do, of course I do," James blustered. "It's just that I was too blind to 
see it. You fit in so perfectly here, with the boys and all, that I took you 
for granted. But I do love you, Regina, not like a star-struck adolescent 
but as a mature man." 

Regina stared at James, trying to read a further meaning into his words. His 
smile was suddenly ambiguous, knowing, superior, reminding her of Billy's 
familiar leer. Yet he sounded sincere and he was looking at her in a 
pleasing and flattering way, making her feel desirable and womanly and 
important. 

"I won't keep you hanging," Regina answered softly. "I need a husband and 
you're a good man. But it all seems so sudden and incomplete. Do you know 
what I mean?" 

"Absolutely. We've never been alone before, never allowed ourselves to think 
of each other in romantic terms. My God, Regina, I've never even kissed you. 
You've always been so distant and self-contained I've been afraid to 
approach you." 

"I'm not distant now," Regina answered, smiling sweetly. "And we are alone 
and I don't feel terribly invulnerable." 

James leaned forward, still holding the remains of cocktail in his left 
hand. He placed his right on Regina's shoulder and then kissed her full on 
the mouth. Regina felt his bristly blond moustache and then his warm thick 
lips pressing against her mouth. Finally, his tongue slid briefly between 
her lips. 

James' eyes were closed, giving Regina one last chance to size her fiance up 
before they made love. James was handsome, tall and sandy haired, well 
groomed and in good shape for a man of forty-five. His body was tense with 
desire, trembling in a way that could not fail to remind her of his three 
lusty sons. 

"Come to my room," James told her. "I know it's sudden but we're too old to 
play games." 

Regina nodded and followed him to the master bedroom. They kissed again, 
standing beside the bed, and this time James held her tightly in a long 
embrace, digging his fingers into her back as his tongue delved deep into 
her mouth. His hand rumbled uncertainly with the buttons on Regina's dress. 

But Regina insisted on undressing herself, staring straight at her lover as 
she removed her garments. James disrobed more slowly, taking in the lush 
proportions of Regina's magnificent body and trying to get his nerves under 
control. The woman was more beautiful than he'd expected, full-bodied, with 
smooth young skin over the generous contours of her ripe form. 

They sat together on the bed and kissed again. Regina wrapped her arms 
around James' body, hard and tense against her bosom. James was slender like 
his sons, a youthful man, a most promising lover. But she was still nervous, 
still thinking about Billy and Daniel. It was impossible to escape the boys, 
hopeless to try to drive them from her mind. With an effort of will, her 
embrace tightened, shocking James and causing him to tilt backward, bringing 
Regina to the mattress with him. 

James' timidity seemed to evaporate as he approached Regina, climbing nimbly 
atop her supine form. She could feel his prick hot against her thighs as the 
man's head lowered to her breast. Then his lips were on her nipples, sucking 
at the luscious pink stars, finally eliciting a reaction from the distraught 
woman. 

Regina pressed his cranium with both hands, parting her thighs further and 
contracting her stomach muscles. James went from one nipple to the other, 
slow and stately in his advances. 

Evidently he was thinking more of her pleasure than his own, ignoring the 
raging hardon that throbbed against her. 

Regina reached down and slid her hand between their bodies. James cock 
stretched out toward her fingers and then she was holding it, cradling seven 
inches of thick cock in her warm right hand. Her nipples were hard now, 
contracted into dimpled red globes, wet and shiny with her lover's saliva. 

James' head moved lower and his tongue brushed lightly over Regina's 
midsection, darting for a second into her deep, shadowy navel. She could 
feel his moustache on the rim of her labia just as his cock was pulled from 
her hand. Then she could feel his tongue gliding into her moist fragrant 
pussy. 

James directed his long tongue into Regina's vulva. The woman was too much, 
as passionate and responsive as a young girl yet calm and self-controlled 
like an experienced woman. There was something vulnerable about her now, 
something that cried out for a man's guidance and control. He had been a 
fool to ignore her so long and lucky he had not waited any longer. 

Regina stiffened as her lover's tongue moved from labia to clitoris. She was 
aroused all right, hot to trot, as turned on as if she'd been with Billy or 
Daniel. She had worried about making it with an older man after four months 
of youthful passion, but it looked as if James would not let her down. 

The tip of his tongue danced expertly over her clitty, assaulting the 
sensitive gland from different angles. His hands moved up and down her body, 
grasping Regina's tits, tickling her sides, gripping the fleshy 
protuberances of her ripe hips. And she was reacting now, was no longer 
inhibited or self-conscious. 

"Fuck me, James, right now," she pleaded. "It feels good, yes it does, but 
stop for a minute. Ooooooooooohhhhhh, James, just stop for a minute. I want 
you to fuck me, please fuck me." 

It was a request no sane man could have dreamt of denying. James plunged his 
tongue once more into Regina's box, taking some of her fragrant fluids away 
with him. He got up onto all fours and then loomed above her, his prick just 
a few inches from her recently lubricated twat. He looked strong, another 
domineering male, as passionate and irresistible as his sons. 

Regina slid down the mattress, not stopping until her mouth was touching 
James' erect cock. She parted her lips and then sucked greedily at the thick 
sugar stick, trying to get it all into her hungry mouth. James was already 
purple with desire but she had to suck him off, at least for a moment. 

James allowed her to blow him for slightly longer than that, relishing the 
feel of her soft lips and well-trained tongue. It would have been a pleasure 
to dump his load between those thin, elegant lips but there would be time 
for that later. Now he was longing to fuck the glamorous woman, sink his 
hard, spit-covered cock into the very center of her tempting box. 

He wrenched his cock away by main force and then quickly mounted Regina, 
holding her tightly with his muscular thighs. He lowered his body slowly and 
gently, guiding his cock home with his right hand. With Regina's legs 
pressed together, entry was difficult and slow. Trying to overcome her 
nervousness, Regina felt like a young girl, virginally frightened and 
overawed. 

When he hit bottom James held still, letting Regina get used to his presence 
deep inside her magnificent body. Then he rotated his hips slowly, hollowing 
her from within. Her cunt was moist and surprisingly tight, cleaving to his 
throbbing meat, making it difficult for James to control his rising passion. 

His prick pulled halfway out of Regina's quim, only to be forced back hard. 
James began to hump the woman, throwing aside the subtleties and giving vent 
to his raging lust. Regina did not move with him at first, content to be 
turned on, knowing that he would not shoot his load early. 

James held her by the hips, lifting Regina slightly and then caressing her 
exposed buttocks. His index finger brushed her asshole a few times and then 
slid wetly into the narrow orifice. Their bodies were covered with sweat, 
sliding into and away from each other, hot and sensitive with released 
passion. 

Regina craned her neck upward so they could kiss again. James' tongue 
plunged deep into her mouth and his cock stopped moving for the moment. 
Regina let her arms and legs go limp onto the mattress as her tongue 
wrestled provocatively with James,. He had her number, was driving her crazy 
with desire, forcing her toward an orgasm before she was ready to come. 

His cock, gnarled now with bulging veins, heavy with its load of come, 
pulled away from her until Regina thought she would lose it, only to come 
crashing back into her dripping fuck box. His balls slapped against her with 
every stroke and his pubic hair rubbed inescapably against her erect 
clitoris. 

"JAMES, I'm going to come," Regina moaned. "Don't stop, please don't stop 
fucking me. 

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that's right, keep doing it like that, good and hard. 
AAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHH HHHHHH, yes, fuck me, keep fucking me. OOOOOO OOOOOO 
OOOOOO HHHHHH HHHHHH HHHHHH, James, fuck me. AAAAAAAAA EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" 

Regina closed her eyes as her orgasm began, feeling shock waves of lust 
rocking through her entire body. She felt her cunt contracting and then her 
lover's cock slid more easily into her tight vulva, strong and hard, 
caressing her sensitive membranes, forcing her to come again and again. 

She gyrated frantically under her lover, wanting him to come with her, to 
lose his self-control as she had done. But James was not ready to shoot, not 
until he had savored his triumph to the fullest. Looking down at Regina, he 
was smiling again, eyeing her hobbling flesh with unconcealed desire. She 
was going to make one hell of a wife, a perfectly passionate bedmate. 

Regina held on to her passion for as long as she could until it slipped 
imperceptibly away from her. Her cunt remained sensitive but was no longer 
contracting so violently. Her arms and legs relaxed and her full buttocks 
rested heavy on the mattress. She was a vessel again, the repository of a 
man's lust, waiting, wanting to feel his semen rocketing into her cunt. 

James was now totally transformed, a frothing lunatic, ramming his cock into 
her cunt as if trying to nail Regina to the bed. It was painful at first but 
she soon accustomed herself to the deep, increasingly frantic strokes. Her 
cunt was wet and she had come. It was time to be concerned with James' 
impending climax. 

His prick was like a blur as it reamed Regina's pussy, a hot, thick tube of 
steely lust. His strokes quickened but were more shallow, just the sensitive 
head of his prick sliding into her well-greased labia. Regina tensed herself 
for the explosion that could not be more than a few seconds away. 

"AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA RRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR GGGGGGGGGG HHHHHHHHHH. Regina, hold 
still," James shouted, his voice echoing in the large, sparsely furnished 
bedroom. "I'm coming, yes, I'm coming. I love you, Regina, I'm going to fill 
you with come. Right in your cunt, Regina. I'm coming, fuck it, I'm COMMMMMM 
IIIIIIINNNNNNN GGGGGG." 

Regina lay still as three spurts of come washed into her pussy. She could 
feel the hot juices reach up to her womb and then spill out of her pussy, 
coating James' still palpitating rod. He was still now, all but his cock, a 
water cannon, laving and cleansing her pussy, filling it with rich, warm 
semen "We'll get married soon - next week," James told her, his voice 
resonant with male pride and self-satisfaction. "I'll take you to Dunston 
with me and we'll do it Saturday. Listen, we'll pretend that we're eloping, 
we won't take the boys along." 

"That's a good idea," Regina hastened to agree. "Yes, James, let's get 
married then, the sooner the better." 

"Only problem is I'll have to send you home alone two days later," James 
added regretfully. "We won't have a proper honeymoon at all. I'll have to go 
on the road again for three days and I can't have you along. That's all 
right, isn't it?" 

"I don't know," Regina answered, trying to collect her thoughts. "I'll feel 
funny coming back as your wife but not with you. I'm sure the boys would 
resent it. Can't you take me along with you James? I won't be any bother." 

"We'll do it my way," James answered. "And that's an end to it. Of all the 
ridiculous things to worry about" 

"I'm sorry, James, I didn't mean to upset you," Regina added quickly. I'll 
go now if you want me to and we can talk more tomorrow morning. Really, I 
didn't mean to get you angry." 

"You're not leaving yet," James answered, smirking openly. "The night's 
young and I'm not the kind of man to be satisfied with one fuck. You have a 
lot to learn about me." 

Regina blushed as she followed James' eyes down to his groin. His cock was 
hard again, or still hard as far as Regina knew. She reached down and 
brushed its tip with her fingers, her touch as light and tentative as that 
of a young girl. James moved closer to her, knowing just what he wanted 
next. 

Regina parted her lips, glad to be making love again, glad to forget her 
impossible situation for the moment. A horrible picture had come into her 
mind, a scene of return to Billy and Daniel, but now she could forget that, 
could drive it from her mind, could concentrate completely on James' 
throbbing hardon. 

Her lips closed around the thick head of her fiance's rod, purple with 
blood, spongy and huge. James kept his hand on the nape of her neck but his 
touch was more gentle now. He was smiling again, breathing deeply and slowly 
as Regina put her lips and tongue to work, ready to earn a mouthful of hot 
come. 

Regina bent her tongue and then slid it along the underside of her lover's 
stiff cock. She could taste her own secretions distinctly, a sharp, salty 
savor that made her salivate all the more freely. Her lips stayed tightly 
closed around the thick cylinder, arched gracefully around its considerable 
girth. 

James lifted his hips and drove the last three inches of his cock into 
Regina's struggling throat. He watched with satisfaction as the woman fought 
to hold her position. She would do anything for a man and vistas of sexual 
pleasure and experimentation added to the stimulation provided by her tongue 
and lips. 

He removed his hand from Regina's neck, allowing her to release the lower 
inches of his prick. Now her tongue was at work again, coating his rod with 
spit, caressing it from a thousand different angles, driving him wild with 
desire. There would not be a long interval between orgasms, not with a woman 
like Regina. 

Her lips tightened again, and then he could feel her regular white teeth 
working cautiously on his cock. Regina's tongue flicked against him, darting 
into and away from his meat. Her eyes were almost crossed as she stared into 
the tangle of his pubic hair. Every ounce of her concentration was on the 
task at hand, giving him a perfect, draining, satiating blowjob. 

Regina rimmed the head of her lover's prick with soft thin lips, hollowing 
her cheeks and pointing her tongue into the vertical come slit. Her hand 
clutched James' balls, heavy and full, pulsing with millions of swarming 
sperm cells. James was motionless beneath her now, letting her show her 
talents. He was judging her, forcing her to perform, but Regina knew that 
she could satisfy him now. 

Regina felt the huge prick shoving its way into her mouth again, hard and 
merciless, moving in short, chopping strokes. Her lips whitened as the 
thrusting member pulled them inward and her jaw muscles were stiff from the 
effort of swallowing the thick cylinder. She had to make him come soon. 

It was a contest between them, a chance for her to array her feminine 
sensuality to its fullest degree. Regina moved with her lover, swallowing 
seven inches with every stroke, splashing saliva on James' contracted balls. 
She could taste a drop of come now, could feel him getting ready to erupt. 

Regina lessened the tension in her clinging lips as James began to move 
faster, fucking her mouth as freely as if it were a second cunt. Conquering 
her gag reflex, Regina held fast, able to weather whatever her lover dished 
out to her, waiting impatiently for her first taste of James Cokes' semen. 

It came to her a moment later. James shoved his prick in one last time and 
then let it explode against her palate, sending a river of thick, frothing 
come down her waiting throat. Regina swallowed gratefully, letting the come 
roll around in her cheeks, drip over her stretched lips, trickle slowly down 
her throat. 

James pulled away from her a moment later, staring with unconcealed 
satisfaction as Regina dutifully downed the last droplets of his discharge. 
He gathered her body against his thick torso and wrapped one long arm around 
her dimpled shoulders. He could afford to be affectionate now that his lust 
had been sated. 

"Can I stay with you all night?" Regina whispered hopefully. "I won't say 
anything to annoy you, I swear I won't." 

"Of course you can stay," James answered magnanimously. "We're almost 
married, aren't we? Besides, it's been a long time since you'd spent a whole 
night with a man, I imagine." 

"Why did you say that? How did you know?" 

"Cut it out, you look like you've seen a ghost," James answered curtly. "I 
know because you live here, because you've never asked for a night off, 
because I understand you. What on earth did you imagine I was thinking?" 

"Nothing, nothing at all," Regina insisted, trying to keep panic and 
hysteria from her voice. "It's just that you hint at things, make it all so 
mysterious. Not just you but the whole family. Sometimes you seem to be 
reading my mind and then it's like I don't even exist for you." 

"I understand you, Regina, we all do," James concluded, his voice knowing 
the opaque. "Don't think of yourself as an outsider. You're part of the 
family now and it's a close family. No, no more questions, darling. Close 
your eyes and sleep now." 

Tired as she was Regina resisted, trying to put the pieces together in her 
mind. Did James know about her relationship with his sons or had she read 
that into his words? If he knew, what would he expect of her after they were 
married? 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Regina saw little of Billy and Daniel during the next week. Busy with 
wedding preparations she managed to suppress her worries, aided by nightly 
visits from James. It seemed as if Billy was avoiding her but that was all 
for the best at a time when her nerves were shaky and her concentration 
elsewhere. 

A week later, she returned alone to the Cokes household. The lights were on 
as a taxi delivered her from the airport, although it was quite late at 
night. All at once it was as if nothing had changed. She was returning to 
the same insane, inconclusive scene, returning to Billy and Daniel. 

"Everything go all right?" Billy asked. "Dad'll probably call up later to 
see if you arrived safely." 

"Yes, everything's fine," Regina answered in a tight, choked voice. "You got 
what you wanted, Billy. I really do love your father now, though I still 
feel uncomfortable with him." 

"You mean about the rest of us," Billy interpreted. "Didn't I tell you not 
to worry about that? You should be happy, elated, a blushing bride and all 
that shit." 

"What's going to happen to us?" Regina finally blurted, staring directly 
into Billy's cold blue eyes. "Have you thought about that, have you thought 
about me at all?" 

"There's nothing to think about," Billy answered blithely. "You're here, 
permanently, and I still care about you. We can spend tonight together; 
tomorrow too, if you want. Nothing's changed, Regina, try to get that 
through your skull. You might as well just relax and try to enjoy yourself." 

"But I can't, you know damned well it's impossible," Regina protested. "What 
are we going to tell your father? Am I supposed to sneak into your bedroom 
when I want you?'' 

"That's all up to Dad," Billy told her, sounding bored. "The question is, 
what do you want to do now. Think of yourself for once, decide what it is 
that you're after." 

That, Regina knew, was a further impossibility. In a sense, she would always 
be an outsider in the Cokes household, a weak link, unable to match wills 
with a family of despots. But one thing remained clear in her mind; she 
still wanted Billy, lusted for him, was ready to climb back into his bed. 

Regina followed Billy upstairs, trodding with heavy resignation. The 
suspense was not over yet and Billy was going to do nothing about it. She 
was now past the point of caring, though, willing to take Billy's advice and 
live for the moment. 

They entered Billy's bedroom together and the boy wasted little time in 
seducing Regina again. He led her to his narrow bed and then took the 
voluptuous woman into his strong young arms, at the same time kissing her 
full on the mouth. His tongue went between Regina's lips and she could feel 
him hardening against her, his prick a bulging presence in the confines of 
his jeans. 

They kissed and Billy ran his hands down to Regina's boobs, grabbing the 
succulent flesh and squeezing it strongly. He no longer seemed quite so cold 
and distant, and Regina realized in a flash that he had missed her, that he 
still wanted her badly, that he too was worried about his father's ultimate 
plans. 

Billy climbed on top, moving his head down to get at Regina's plump, firm 
tits. His lips closed around one nipple and then his long tongue curled 
around the succulent flesh, sending shivers of anticipation through Regina's 
body. She could feel his prick again, fully erect as it pointed into her 
tender flesh. 

Regina's eyes closed as she felt herself being turned on. She would never 
get over Billy, never be able to live in the same house with him unless 
their sexual relationship continued. Sick with worry as she was, the boy 
still had her hot and bothered, still knew how to turn her on effortlessly. 

His teeth closed upon one ripe red nipple, distending its convoluted 
surface. She could feel the point of his tongue licking and sucking her 
sensitive flesh, could hear his breath rasping from the boy's nose. She 
reached down for Billy's prick but it was hidden from her, buried under his 
body. For now, there was nothing to do but wait for Billy to fuck her. 

Billy let Regina's nipple escape his mouth a few moments later. His prick 
was burning after two weeks of sexual deprivation and it was now time to 
take out his frustrations on Regina's magnificent body. His head lifted and 
then his slender thighs went between Regina's legs and then the horny 
housekeeper could feel his prick moving slowly toward her hungry snatch. 

Regina was wet already despite the fact that Billy had not touched her cunt. 
She felt the thick head of his cock slide between her labia and then he had 
entered her, forcing more of the tumid scepter into her vulva. In another 
second he had entered her completely, given Regina the entire seven inches. 

He began to fuck her passionately right from the start, concerned at that 
point only with his own pleasure. Regina winced as the powerful strokes 
filled her pussy beyond capacity but got used to the deep penetration quite 
quickly, spreading her legs and tightening her arms around Billy's narrow 
shoulders. 

Billy's balls slapped against her thighs and she could feel her tits being 
crushed again and again beneath his heaving chest. Now Billy's strokes were 
beginning to get to her, eliciting the passions and desires she had been 
hiding from herself, proving once more her need for the younger Cokes. 

Regina moved with her young lover, sinking her ass into the soft mattress 
and then gyrating her hips, creating a tight whirlpool of lust deep inside 
her pussy. She knew that Billy would come before she did this time around 
but that didn't matter as long as they were together again. 

Billy raised himself up from her body, supporting his weight on outstretched 
palms. His prick drove deeper into Regina's welcoming fuck hole, pinning her 
temporarily to the bed. She could feel him pulsating powerfully inside her 
body, could feel his passion soaring, almost ready to explode. 

Her arms clung desperately around Billy's neck. It seemed like the boy's 
cock would slip away from her at the tail end of his impassioned strokes but 
the clinging action of her cunt and labia held him firmly in place. She too 
was aroused now, could feel her nipples burning, could feel her cunt getting 
wetter and her pussy walls contracting spasmodically. 

Billy continued to fuck her at the same frenetic pace. He was covered with 
sweat now, his eyes narrowed with passion, his body pulsating against her. 
Regina moved with her young lover as well as she could but he was too fast 
and strong for her, forcing Regina to be passive for the duration of their 
fuck. 

His cock was like a bar of superheated iron, crashing into her pussy again 
and again. He seemed as strong as his father but far more passionate, a 
young male animal in heat. Now he was holding Regina by the hips, forcing 
her to stay close to his body as he felt his orgasm approaching faster. 

Regina knew that the end was almost in sight. No man could fuck that hard 
and hope to hold his orgasm back. Billy was humping her furiously, hurting 
her again, but he would not be able to keep it up for long. In just a few 
seconds she would feel his come shooting deep into her dripping snatch. 

Billy pumped once more and then left his prick buried to the hilt in 
Regina's dripping wet vulva. He let out a twisted scream of lust as his 
passion was consummated and his voice echoed loudly in the small bedroom. 
His cock erupted violently, spilling three loads of hot frothing come into 
Regina's body. Regina relaxed as the boy's passion ran its course. She was 
excited but nowhere near ready to come herself. For the moment it was good 
enough to be reassured that Billy still found her desirable. Her cunt was 
sloshing with the boy's fluids and she could feel his balls making their 
final contractions. 

Billy collapsed onto Regina's solid torso as his passion waned, his body hot 
and trembling against her. He kissed her a moment later, snaking a restless 
tongue into Regina's waiting mouth. Regina realized that it was the first 
time she had ever got the better of her young lover, the first time Billy 
had lost control in bed, almost like a normal man. 

His prick shrank away from her and Regina could feel the boy's come leaking 
slowly from her pussy, trickling down her thighs and cooling against her 
flushed skin. A moment later, Billy had rolled away from her. Lying on his 
back, he stared at the ceiling, not saying a word to his mistress. 

Regina did not try to interrupt his thoughts. Her body was still aroused but 
she was willing to wait. She moved close to Billy, so that their arms and 
legs touched, and then closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. She 
was feeling better now, was able to keep her mind blank for the moment. 

But Regina's moment of respite proved short-lived. Her eyes opened as she 
heard footsteps approaching the bedroom and for a moment she yielded to 
paranoia, thinking that James had returned home early. But her fears were 
soon partially allayed. The footsteps were light and irregular and a moment 
later she saw Daniel, standing sleepily in the open doorway. 

"Danny, what are you doing awake?" Billy asked suddenly. "Don't just stand 
there like a dummy. Come in and say hello to Regina; she's just back from 
her honeymoon with Dad." 

"Nice to see you, Regina," Danny directed his words to the naked woman. His 
voice was soft but less scratchy than usual. Dressed only in pajama bottoms, 
he looked frail and delicate. 

"Yes, come in," Regina repeated, knowing that she wanted the boy again. She 
had missed Daniel but had forgot him in the midst of Billy's passion and her 
own sexual arousal. 

Daniel entered the room slowly and then sat down on the edge of an already 
crowded bed. He bent over and kissed Regina affectionately on the cheek, at 
the same time staring deep into her eyes. He seemed confused and not 
entirely awake yet but Regina knew that he would come to life soon. 

A moment later he reached down to caress Regina's tits, sliding his body 
between her and Billy. His loose pajamas began to slip off the boy's slender 
body and then Regina knew that they would make love again. For a moment she 
could not remember if she had ever really fucked Daniel before, but then it 
didn't matter. Her mind was on the present and unconcerned with the past. 

They kissed again, this time with their bodies pressed close together. 
Regina felt the boy's prick stiffening next to her thighs, just as his 
tongue slid between her lips. Billy was standing up beside them, abandoning 
the field to his baby brother, willing to sit things out for a while. 

As he kissed Regina, Daniel reached for the woman's tits, covering both soft 
globes in his thin, long-fingered hands. He worked carefully on Regina's 
nipples, stroking and caressing the easily aroused flesh until it had turned 
hard and dark and puckered under his insistent manipulations. 

And then he was lying on top of her and burying his head in her breasts, 
moving his hands down along Regina's soft, curvaceous torso. He sucked each 
nipple into his hungry mouth, covering them with a film of warm saliva. His 
prick was throbbing now, waiting for insertion into the women's voluptuous 
body. 

Regina reached down for the sugar stick, touching it after Daniel was in a 
state of full erection. His fingers locked around the thick shaft and then 
began to slide up and down, pulling the loose skin of the collar back and 
forth over the spongy glans. She wanted Daniel, wanted him badly, not 
knowing if they would ever have another chance to make it together. 

She gripped the boy's rod tightly and began to move it towards her waiting 
pussy. She couldn't hurry Daniel or be rough with him, but he seemed 
healthier than usual that night, ready to fuck her without delay. She could 
feel the head of his prick on her labia now. Another minute and he would be 
inside her. 

Billy remained silent as he watched his brother make love to the woman he 
had just fucked. A smile animated his vulpine features but his body did not 
relax. His cock, recently emptied into Regina's box, began to lift from his 
body, stiffening and filling slowly with blood and come. 

For the moment, he was content to watch, knowing that he would get in on the 
action sooner or later. It was good to see Daniel in the throes of passion 
again. The boy's health had improved noticeably since Regina had come to 
their house and fucking the woman was likely to do him a world of good. 

Regina guided the boy's prick into her pussy, still kissing Daniel, still 
keeping her eyes closed. Thoughts of her husband passed occasionally through 
her mind but she was content now, oblivious to all but her passion. Then 
Daniel was inside her, his prick as hot and hard as that of his older 
brothers. 

He entered Regina in a single stroke, giving her a full six inches of cock. 
Their bodies met and stayed together for a long moment, lubricated by 
Regina's sweat and pussy juice. Daniel was breathing rapidly and his body 
trembled, but his prick was hard and steady as he thrust it into Regina's 
quim. 

He pulled his hips upward and then drove them down again, shooting his prick 
deeper into Regina's waiting body. She closed her arms around the boy's 
narrow back and then crossed her legs behind his ass. They were locked 
together in lust now and she knew that she would come soon. Already her cunt 
was contracting around and moistening Daniel's huge thick rod. 

Regina moved with her lover right from the onset, digging her ass into the 
soft mattress and grinding her hips slowly and provocatively. She sucked 
Daniel's cock into the depths of her vulva and then began to breathe 
heavily. It seemed impossible but she was going to come in a few seconds. 

Daniel fucked her slowly and affectionately, letting his passion build 
gradually. He could feel Regina contracting around him, could feel her 
sweating more heavily, could hear his brother chuckling as he watched them 
fuck. He was not going to come for a while yet but it was good to know he 
could satisfy Regina, bring her to orgasm with his thick thrusting cock. 

And then Regina began her orgasm. Her legs tightened around Daniel's body so 
that his prick remained rooted in her pussy and then her tits rubbed hard 
against his slender torso. She could feel her contractions beginning but 
then she was overcome with lust, was screaming her passion into the night. 

"I'm coming, yes, I'm coming, OOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH shit, 
keep fucking me," she gasped. "Yes, sock it to me, shove that big thing into 
my cunt. AAAAAAAA AAAAAAA HHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH, yes, that feels so good. Fuck 
me, Danny, make me come, yes, yes, fuck me harder. I'm COMMMM 
MMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG G G G GGGGGG." 

Her hips churned frantically as Regina found release, almost dislodging 
Daniel's prick from the whirlpool of her rapidly contracting cunt. Come 
juice leaked out of her, soaking her lover's cock and balls and then 
dripping onto the mattress beneath them as her passion finally began to 
abate. 

Regina stopped moving a moment later, relaxing and trying to catch her 
breath as Daniel began to fuck her again. The boy's prick slid into her 
pussy on a film of come, reaching bottom at the end of each stroke. Daniel 
seemed tired but still aroused, almost ready for his own impending climax. 

Before that could happen, Billy decided to vary the routine. His prick was 
hard again, standing straight out before his body and bobbing rhythmically 
up and down. Regina was absolutely irresistible now, a woman who had to be 
rucked, and there was no reason why he and his brother could not do it 
together. 

He got into bed with the lusting couple and then signaled for his brother to 
shift position. Daniel rolled back onto his side, taking Regina with him and 
not letting his prick recede an inch from her clinging pussy. Now they were 
lying on their sides with Billy getting carefully into position behind them. 

Regina felt his warm fingers caressing her back and buttocks, passing over 
her smooth white skin and arousing her all the more. She knew in an instant 
that she would have to service both lusty lads simultaneously, knew that 
soon there would be two stiff cocks slamming in and out of her aroused body. 

Billy's index finger slid into her asshole, probing the narrow orifice 
gently and carefully. The tiny hole was dripping with the overflow from 
Regina's pussy and Billy's finger moved in easily. He kept that up for a few 
moments and then decided to replace finger with tongue. Regina's gaping 
asshole was impossible to resist, warm and tight and fragrant. 

Billy's tongue played around the opening of her asshole, darting and probing 
incessantly in that sweet love chute. Regina felt herself getting wetter and 
then she had been evacuated again. She could feel Billy moving behind her, 
pressing his body against her back, guiding his prick into position. 

And then he was cornholing her, forcing the head of his stiff prick into the 
narrow opening of her anus. Already filled with cock, Regina did her best to 
relax, loosening her muscles and keeping her mind blank. This time she was 
ready for Billy's anal assault, ready to service his full seven inches. 

He entered her slowly and lovingly, not wanting to disturb Daniel in the 
midst of his passion. His prick moved in an inch at a time, widening the 
opening of Regina's anal canal and bending slightly in the process. He was 
almost there, only the root of his thick cock remaining outside her gorgeous 
body. 

He lunged forward and completed penetration. Regina groaned with confused 
passion as she felt the two cocks invading her body. Only the thinnest layer 
of flesh separated cunt and asshole and the two cocks melted together in her 
mind. She wondered if the two boys could feel each other inside her body. 

She kissed Daniel and then felt Billy's hands reaching around her body to 
get at her tits. It was impossible for her to keep things straight at that 
point, or to differentiate between the two boys. Her mind was blank but her 
body was functioning magnificently, moving closer and closer to a climax. 

Both boys stroked and caressed her entire body, touching her ass and tits 
and thighs, warming Regina as they fucked her. She knew that she would come 
soon, that her passion could no longer be held in check. She felt her body 
stiffening and knew that once again Billy and Daniel had brought her 
fulfillment. 

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER," she screamed, twisting and gyrating her body 
frantically. "Yes, both of you, I want you, I need you. OOOOOOOO OOOOOOO 
HHHHHHHH HHHHHHH, shit, that feels so fucking good, yes, yes. Billy, Daniel, 
keep fucking me. AAAAAAAA RRRRRRRR GGGGGGGG HHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

Four spasms of lust shook Regina's body, until she felt she would pass out 
from a surfeit of passion. She felt her cunt and asshole contracting 
simultaneously, holding both cocks deep in her hungry body. She could smell 
her own secretions, could feel the come oozing out of her pussy and coating 
the slender bodies of both her virile young lovers. 

Her passion abated quickly and then Regina relaxed, not moving at all as the 
two boys continued to slide their cocks into her cunt and bunghole. Billy 
was moving faster now, unable to resist her tight slick asshole. His cock 
was getting thicker by the minute and she knew he would come soon. 

Her asshole was painfully full now but she knew that it would not last much 
longer. Billy humped her furiously and then answered her orgasm with a 
powerful explosion of his own. His prick contracted and expanded inside her 
and then his come poured into Regina's asshole, soaking her inner anal 
membranes. 

As Billy came, she could hear the telephone ringing, a ridiculous irrelevant 
interruption that caused her to laugh. But then Billy pulled out of her just 
as his climax was ending, spattering the last drops of his come against the 
soft flesh of her lovely buttocks. Before she could protest he was out of 
bed and on his feet, heading for the still-ringing telephone. 

Daniel rolled back on top of her at that point, glad to have the woman to 
himself for a while. His prick burned deep in Regina's overloaded pussy and 
she moved with him. At the same time, Regina tried to hear what Billy was 
saying on the phone, sure that James Cokes was on the other end of the line. 

But it was impossible for her to hear anything but Daniel's rapid breathing. 
The boys' prick was filling her to perfection and she had to help him come. 
He was exerting himself dangerously but it would all be over soon. As fast 
as his prick was slamming into her body, he had to give up his semen soon. 

The boy pumped a few more times and then fired his wad, squirting his juices 
into Regina's tight pussy with all the force of a water cannon. She felt the 
ripe fluids sloshing around inside her pussy and then slowly leaking out, 
bathing both lovers with a frothing load of hot white semen. 

By the time Daniel was finished with her, Billy had joined them on the bed. 
They lay together for ten minutes, each catching his breath and trying to 
sort out his thoughts. Regina stared at Billy, her eyes full of questions. 
She knew from his smile that Billy had been talking to his father, her 
husband. 

"Yeah, it was Dad," Billy told her. "I told him you got home okay. He'll be 
away for another week but he said he'd call again tomorrow morning to talk 
to you." 

"But you should have let me come to the phone," Regina insisted. "My God, he 
must have wondered what was the matter with me for not talking to him. What 
did you tell him?" 

"The truth," Billy answered, as if surprised by her question. "I told him 
that you were busy with Daniel and tired from the plane ride and couldn't 
talk to him now." 

And then Regina knew. Billy's smile was unambiguous, honest, open, telling 
her everything. Of course James knew that she had been fucking his three 
sons. He had known it all along, and it was now clear that he did not 
object. All her worries had been superfluous, as Billy had insisted all 
along. 

And now, for the first time in months, she was able to rest peacefully, to 
lie back on Billy's mattress and contemplate the future without fear. A new 
life was opening up to her, an existence full of passion and joy and 
fulfillment. Her eyes closed and Regina drifted slowly off to sleep, still 
feeling the stroking, caressing hands of her two youngest lovers gliding 
over the blushing skin of her beautiful satiated body. 


End
