Hot For Mommy
by Unknown
(RX-496)


FOREWORD 

Ten or eleven years ago, when angry young men and women were picketing the 
halls of learning with signs reading "FUCK", the learned elders began 
talking about a sexual revolution as if it were something new. What bosh! 

Among the young, there is always a sexual revolution, and it starts at 
puberty. But there is a difference between the modern kids and their 
predecessors. 

Until about a decade ago, when the social and sexual revolution of the 
Sixties began, teenagers had to carry on their own particular revolt on the 
sly. 

Now, teenagers, according to Carolyn Hunt, the author of this novel, have 
realized that they have been mistreated minority, given sexual powers by 
God, and having had them denied by adults. And they have realized something 
else-that they have a certain power of their own. 

They have had a number of courageous, bullheaded leaders, kids who would 
rather die than see their rights as human taken away from them. They left 
home, they defied all authority, they popped up in the Haight-Ashbury 
district in San Francisco, in communes on the lip of the Grand Canyon, and 
in estates on Long Island. Anything to bug their elders, anything to 
demonstrate to their fathers and mothers and teachers that they had certain 
inalienable rights, and that among these was the enjoyment of sex. 

But youth had certain allies among the adult community. 

Many of these were women, approaching middle age, who could remember only 
too clearly what their lives had been, how they had been harried and picked 
at and denied the right to enjoy sex without guilt. 

Frieda Haynes, the female protagonist of this Carolyn Hunt novel, is a 
splendid example of those sympathetic souls. 

When she took young Joe Erwin in hand, it is true that she had her own 
sexual needs uppermost in mind. When the chips were down, however, and 
conflict with her teenage daughter began, Frieda showed that there was more 
than one way to solve a problem. 

Her introduction of a fourth player in their little comedy of love and a 
more practical morality has been woven by Ms. Hunt into an amusing and 
touching tale of our times. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

The woman with the big boy's cock in her hand was happy. Her breasts were 
large and firm, the dark nipples bloated from her heat, and each time she 
pulled at the hard prick, they moved and shook. She was sitting cross-legged 
on her bed, and a breeze from the neighboring ocean drifted through the 
drapes, cooling her and the boy. 

He had gotten over his first shock, and was now big with the realization 
that a gorgeous and totally naked woman was not only holding his stiff 
prick, but jerking him off with a delicate precision. Nothing remotely like 
this had ever happened to the boy before. 

His name was Joe Erwin, he was sixteen, and, in spite of his prominence as a 
football hero at Seaside Union High School, he was afraid of girls. Not 
afraid of them, exactly. On the campus, in the classroom, at a party with 
others around, he could kid with the pretty chickies around his own age. 

It was when you put him alone with a girl, a one-to-one situation, that he 
became stiff, awkward and shy. Later, he would curse himself for his 
cowardice, thinking of the softness of the girl's young breasts, the moist 
and inviting challenge of her red lips, the marvel of adult hair on the soft 
slit between the girl's thighs. And he would have the most ecstatic and 
erotic fantasies of him sticking nis dick into the girl. This would be of 
course, while he was jerking off, all alone in his room. 

But now he knew that no girl had ever offered him what he really needed-a 
leader. He might as well admit it-if this nice new neighbor lady, who was so 
much like his mother, hadn't done all the preliminary talking and acting, he 
wouldn't be enjoying this remarkable experience right now. 

He was sitting on his naked heels before the lady, whose name was Ms. Frieda 
Haynes, but who had insisted he call her Frieda. 

"Because," she had said, "if we're going to be real close friends, like 
this," and she had held him against her big tits and felt his cock, "it'll 
be silly not to call me Frieda." 

She had invited him over to help her move ome furniture. She seemed to know 
his mother, who worked hard as a waitress in the Redwood Room of the old 
Mission Hotel, Seaside's finest. "And don't worry about anybody," she had 
said. "Your mom's not due home until after five, and my daughter Ellen has a 
Phys Ed class in summer school that runs until four o'clock." 

She had been so sure of herself, so jolly, so ready to hug him, to ask if he 
liked the girls. 

When he stammered over this, she boldly reached out and squeezed his cock, 
which was getting hard in his jeans, and had said: "I'll bet the girls like 
this." 

While she was talking, her thoughts racing wildly at the lascivious idea of 
seducing this boy, her mind suddenly glowed. I do believe he's a virgin! she 
said to herself, and her softly mature cunt, already throbbing with desire, 
seemed to grow hotter. 

And he confirmed it in the next breath as he choked out: "I never had 
anything like this happen to me before!" 

She held him and kissed him, knowing that, even if he did have an urge to 
resist, nature would betray him. And she was right. 

"I want you to undress yourself and watch me while I get naked," she 
whispered to him, her right arm around his waist, her left hand now overtly 
but gently pumping at his cock. "I want you to see all of me, and I want to 
see all of you. Come on, now, Joe. Undress and keep your eyes on me." 

He still wondered how he had been able to go through with it. He was tough 
and courageous, as many a linebacker found out to his sorrow, when the big 
Seaside fullback had crashed into him. But this had been easy, and Joe 
thought he knew why. The woman had wanted him, had known how to coax him 
into this position. 

He saw the moving, warm beauty of Frieda's body, the movements of her 
breasts, the play of soft muscles in her arm as she so gently fondled him. 
And she had made him do things he's often tought of but had never done ... 
once he was naked, too, and on the bed. 

She had hugged his head to her breasts, reaching with one adept hand to 
place a swollen nipple in his open mouth, and had whispered: "Suck it, my 
dear. Suck it hard!" 

There was a rich, unbelievable sort of dairy smell around her smooth, heavy 
breasts, and he had sucked as if he intended, against all logic, to draw 
milk from the hardened nipple. 

And, when she had arranged him in that kneeling position, where she could 
reach his dick to milk it with her soft, warm hand, she had used her free 
hand to guide his fingers. Right into her cunt! Crazy! He never knew how 
smooth and slick human flesh could be until now. 

He'd heard of finger-fucking a million times, he guessed, and wondered why 
guys made such a big thing out of it. But now he knew. It was so warm and 
juicy in that super-smooth slit, and there seemed to be little muscles 
inside it that playfully squeezed his fingers. 

"Golly, this is great, Ms. Haynes. I mean Frieda," he had said, his young 
face scarlet with blushes. "It feels so nice. And it smells just super!" 

She had bent and lightly kissed the smooth red head of his cock, looking up 
at him from under her lashes. 

"You're a darling," she said. "Only a real man with some stud blood in his 
veins, would love the smell of cunt at his very first chance. You did say 
that nothing like this ever happened to you before, didn't you?" She 
squeezed his hard organ lightly, and moved her body so that his fingers 
could go deeper into her warm and responsive channel. 

"Well, ma'am, I guess I said it," he answered, blushing again. "But maybe I 
can, from now on. Now that you've showed me how nice it is. 

Please, ma'am, can I lie down now? My legs are getting kind of shaky, I've 
been in this position so long." 

She laughed and held him close. His mouth was near hers, and she kissed him, 
not surprised that he did not open his mouth for her tongue. But she drew 
away an inch or two and said: "Unless you want girls to laugh at you, you'll 
have to learn to French kiss. You know about it, don't you? When I kiss you, 
just open your mouth." 

He had heard of it many times, and had thought it would be disgusting, 
eating a girl's spit, sucking on her tongue. But now, with Frieda Hayne's 
tongue in his mouth, he realized how erotic the mouth and tongue could be. 
His cock, which had been so hard, seemed to grow harder, and he could feel 
the little muscles in her cunt squeezing on his fingers. 

He suddenly realized that those muscles would do the same thing to his cock 
if it were inside her, and his body trembled at the thought. Golly! To be in 
such a slick, tight, warm hole, and then to have those laving muscles caress 
his dick! Wonderful! 

He felt his hostess move her body, felt her push at him. Somehow, he knew 
what she wanted, and reversed his position until his cock was near her face, 
and he could see into the pinkly dripping hole where his fingers played. And 
where he could really smell that oddly delicious, throat-clogging odor which 
drifted around her cunt. 

He had the hungry urge to kiss it, but he dared not. That would be going too 
far, he reasoned. Nonetheless, the idea was there, and it made him even 
hotter. 

Since only one hand was occupied with the finger-fucking, he used the other 
to stroke the firm, smooth flesh of Frieda's thighs, running his fingers 
through the dark, thickly tangled hair on her pussy, even going around to 
feel the muscled firmness of her buttocks. It was like a wet dream, 
stretched out interminably. 

Most of her body was tanned, with two white bikini strips, one across her 
generously formed breasts, the other across her loins. In the white flesh 
surrounding her cunt, he could see the tracery of blue veins, and believed 
he could see them pulsing as they carried the rich, warm blood through her 
body. 

And all the time, he wondered how in the world he had been able to stand all 
of this without cumming-the sight and feel of the magnificent body, the 
nipple in his mouth, the finger-fucking, the warmly choking odor of hot 
cunt. And, of course, the expert frigging which pulled the thick, soft skin 
back from the head of his cock, only to pull it back again with the 
gentleness of a baby's hand. 

He moved slightly so that he could look down between them at what was 
happening. There was the soft, warm hand, grasping his dick so lightly, 
moving the thick skin back until the red head was out and peeking around 
with its single slitted eye. At the same time, Frieda's fist gently touched 
Joe's belly. Then it moved and pulled the foreskin back, until the head, 
cased in its soft covering, was gently squeezed in the palm of the 
masturbating hand. Most exciting of all was how close the head of his cock 
was to the moistly gleaming red lips of the woman. If she were an inch 
closer, she would be sucking it! The realization almost brought his load 
shooting from his young balls. 

He said: "Ms., uh, I mean Frieda, you've sure got a pretty one of these," 
and he twirled his fingers in the sloppy tightness of her vagina to 
illustrate what he meant. 

Frieda chuckled and stroked his belly with her free hand. 

"It's more fun, when you're doing something like this, to talk real plain 
and open, Joe," she said kindly. "That's my cunt, and every woman, every 
girl, has one. I'm awfully glad you think I have a pretty cunt." She patted 
him. 

"I know that mine is the only one you've ever seen, really close up, I mean, 
and it just proves that you're a real man, the fact that you like its 
looks." 

He thought of his mother. He had seen her cunt. Sometimes on warm summer 
mornings, when she had had a hard day and a night of drinking with her pal, 
Dolly Patton, she would lie unclothed on top of her sheet. Then, with a 
sense of mingled guilt and adventure, he would sneak into his mom's bedroom 
and look at her. 

Often, she would be on her back, with her big thighs outspread, and he could 
see the leaky pink slit, nestled among the thick blonde curls of cunt hair. 

That was the only difference between his mother and Frieda, he thought. Mom 
was blonde, Frieda was dark. But they were built so much alike! It gave him 
an additional shiver of lust, thinking of his mother in such a connection. 

How would it be to lie and look at her private parts, to stick his fingers 
into her cunt, to have her soft, full lipped mouth an inch away from his 
trembling cock? 

Suddenly, without willing it, he was pumping his loins at the woman's face, 
fucking into her soft hand. 

She laughed. 

"Oh, Joe baby, that's exciting! Are you about to cum? Can you get up and 
face me again? I like to have the hot jism hit me on my titties, in my face. 
And, speaking of pretty, you have the most beautiful cock! I wish it were in 
me, and that you were going to shoot your load into my pussy. Mmmmm! HOW 
GOOD IT WOULD BE!" 

She held his cock more softly, now, and thought: I'll give it all to him 
soon. He's just what I need-a safe, horny kid with a big cock and a love of 
fucking. But I'll break him in to my way of doing things. 

They resumed the old position, and Frieda, her eyes going from Joe's cock to 
his face, knew that this lovely boy would soon be squirting his thick, warm 
seed over her. Then she would cum too, as his big fingers dug into the 
tenderest part of her, making her cunt spasm with delight. 

"This isn't as good as fucking, Joey," she whispered. "But it's a good 
start. Oh, my dear!" she cried. "YOU FEEL SO GOOD, YOUR FINGERS IN MY 
PUSSY!" 

She began to pump harder, and she felt the preliminary swelling of his cock. 

She saw the smooth red head swell, too, and then saw the little eye open and 
a white string of jism was striking her face, splattering down onto her big 
breasts, so swollen with heat. 

The boy was watching with wide eyes, both spectator and participant in this 
old rite of men and women pleasuring each other, feeling the blazing burst 
of his semen out of his cock, seeing the milky-white jet strike the woman's 
face, then drip down her chin to her luscious titties. 

He was moving his fingers in Frieda's pussy, and those little muscles now 
seemed larger and stronger as they milked at his fingers. 

For some reason, the stark beauty of the naked and voluptuous body, the 
reality of the warm, soft hand jerking him off, seemed to make him cum 
longer than ever. And the feel of her warm and slippery cunt, with its 
gorgeous aromas, added to it. 

Frieda took the second hard blast on her big breasts, loving the warm sting 
as the hard jet hit her. She was working her lips and tongue, and now she 
pointed the spouting prick at her face, her mouth as wide open as she could 
get it. " 

She felt the lash, of the hard jetting semen agains the roof of her mouth 
and her throat, and swallowed compulsively, delighting in the familiar and 
marvelous richness of male sperm. This was what she wanted, and her orgasm 
rose and burst in her as all the components of this experience came 
together. The sight of the boy's intent face, of his spouting prick, the 
feel of his cock as it swelled to greater hardness for each shot, the 
fingers, filling her cunt so nicely, and the realization that she was giving 
a beautiful boy his first experience with real sex. 

Joe felt another big load burst, in painful joy, from his cock, and saw that 
Frieda was swallowing his jism. It was really true, then, he thought, that 
women actually do swallow a man's load. Some didn't he knew. 

His best friend, John Cox, who fucked all the time, had been laughing about 
some girl who had sucked him off. 

"She like to've choked," John had said, "trying to spit it out. I told her 
it was very uncool, but she couldn't swallow it." So he knew that some 
women, or girls, didn't swallow the stuff, and it made him proud that Frieda 
swallowed his. 

And she was cumming, too. He knew it because of the furious activity of the 
muscles in her cunt, and by her groan. And, when the final drop shot from 
his prick and lobbed weakly onto one of her bloated titties, she hugged him 
and pulled him down and groaned in his ear: "OH. GOD! OH. GREAT GOD ABOVE 
US! BABY! WHAT A GLORIOUS CUM! YOUR FINGERS IN MY CUNT, YOUR CUM IN MY 
MOUTH! OHHH! 

She kissed him wetly all over his face, and he got smears of his own fuck 
juice in his mouth. It tasted just as it always did when he ate a handful of 
it, only it was somehow much hotter, coming from Frieda this way. 

The woman held him and rolled on him, so that he got the full benefit of the 
smoothness and warmth of her body, the softness and firm weight of her tits. 

When she was tired of this after-play, they lay together on their backs, 
with Frieda's arm under Joe's head. 

"Darling," she whispered, rolling her head to kiss his cheek, one hand still 
on his softening cock. "That was so beautiful! Did you like it?" 

"I loved it," he said. He put his right hand to his nose and sniffed deeply 
at the gorgeous scent of her pussy juice, then licked his fingers carefully. 
"You have a wonderful, uh, cunt," he said, blushing furiously. 

"And we're going to fuck it pretty soon, aren't we, Joe, darling?" she 
whispered. "Fuck it and fuck it and fuck it. You're going to stick it deep 
into me, and pull it out and push it in and twist it around." She suddenly 
hugged him hard. 

She rose on one elbow, then leaned down to kiss him, her tongue going deep 
into his mouth. He sucked on it, enjoying this symbolic penetration of the 
woman's body, thinking that his cock would be the same thing to her cunt in 
the near future. 

"Fuck and suck and cock and cunt," she said to him, holding his face in her 
hands. "That's the way to talk, Joe. Girls like it. Women like it. Tell me 
what we're going to do, Joe, and what we're going to do it with." 

"We're going to fuck and suck," the delighted boy said. "I'm going to stick 
my hard old cock deep up your tight, slick cunt. And I'm going to suck on 
your titties, too, you know. Real hard. Isn't that right?" 

"Up my cunt and my pussy and my twat, Joey," the woman whispered. And she 
thought: You'll be just the way I want you to be, Joey darling. My own big, 
live boy doll! 

At last they had to get up, but Frieda hugged him and held onto his cock, 
which was fat and warm. 

"I'm working a split shift this week," she said to Joe. "Eight to noon, then 
four to seven. I make more money that way, too. That gives us almost four 
hours in the middle of the day, when Ellen's summer school activities take 
her away. But we'll always find time to fuck, somehow, won't we, Joey?" 

She held him against her breasts, and again he was reminded of his mother. 
She had tits like Ms. Haynes, and her cunt was just as pretty, covered with 
all that blonde hair. 

He shivered in guilt and lust, and went home. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Joe could not restrain his excitement. He went into his empty home, and the 
privacy, plus what had happened, gave him a secret shot of sexual heat that 
made his cock throb. 

He thought in great detail of the stunning woman who had just jerked him off 
and swallowed his cum. He could still see her, her mouth open as if she 
intended to scream, catching the hard, ropy shots from his dick. God! How 
she loved sex! He had not thought of women as being so crazy about a man and 
his parts. Hadn't she cupped his nuts in her hand once, while she was 
beating him off with the other? 

"All those things we're going to do," he whispered to himself, smiling 
wolfishly. "Fuck and suck! Wow! Does that mean she's going to suck me, or 
that I'm going to suck her?" 

His body quivered and his cock started coming up. 

He brought his hand up to his lips again. Yes. That odor was still there. He 
licked his fingers and his organ grew harder. Yes, it was still there, that 
fantastic taste. 

He began to think how they would do it. Pretty much as they had been today, 
he thought. 

"When we were facing each other, and I had my fingers in her cunt," he 
whispered. "Her cunt was open, right there in my face. I could have sucked 
it right then and there." His young body shuddered in lascivious delight, 
remembering that thick scent, the pinkness, the shiny film of cunt juice 
over all of it. 

He knew a little bit about the anatomy of the female, having read some 
"documentary" sex books which guys at school had loaned him. The clitoris, 
that was the magic spot, where, if he had correctly interpreted the 
pseudo-scholarly language, the cum nerves were located. 

"Like the head of my dick," he murmured, feeling his hard organ throb with 
desire. 

He followed the thought of its logical conclusion. "If I knew exactly where 
it was," he whispered, smiling again, "I could suck right on it and make her 
cum. Wow!" 

The warmth of the day, the rampant heat returned to his eager young cock, 
the privacy, all gave him an old, old idea. 

He ran water in the bath tub, using only enought hot water to temper the 
chill of the cold. 

He tossed his clothes on the wicker hamper in the bathroom and got into the 
tub, luxuriating in the caress of the tepid water, the touch of which made 
his cock jerk again. 

"I'll have to be pretty careful with you, old boy," he said jovially to his 
dick. "You sure lasted a long time with Frieda pulling on you. My trouble is 
I get in too much of a hurry to see that juice fly. Frieda took her time." 

He took the soap from its cradle and made up handfuls of stiff, smooth 
lather, holding the head of his prick, out of water when he lay on his back, 
in both hands. 

It was slick and smooth with the soapsuds coating his hands, but nothing 
like the hot and gooey interior of Frieda's pussy. 

He thought of her breasts and of how they had smelled of milk and 
woman-sweat, and of the humanly sweaty taste of the nipple and part of the 
large tit he had gotten into his mouth. 

"When I had my fingers in her cunt and sucked on her boob, those inside 
muscles sure bit down on me," he said aloud. "Wow! I wish I was over there 
again, right now!" 

He thought of the woman's daughter, Ellen, who was a classmate of his in 
History 103 and in Life and Living, a modern version of civics. 

As he pictured her, he kept superimposing her mother's naked body on his 
pictures of Ellen Haynes. She was almost identical in build with her mother, 
which made her larger than most of the other girls in his classes. He tried 
to remember something his friend, John Cox, had said about her. They always 
seemed to talk about pussy whey they got together. But John had a lot of 
true life experiences to talk about. Well, shit, he'd have something to talk 
about, now. Especially when they got to doing all the things that Frieda 
promised they'd do. 

That was what made it so nice with Frieda-there wan't any awkwardness, you 
didn't have to say anything; she did it all. But what the hell was it that 
John had said about Ellen? Hot as a mink,? Something like that. 

"I never balled her," he remembered John saying. "I was at a party and they 
were playing kid games like post office. She said she had a special delivery 
for me, and when I went into the dining room to claim it, she ran her tongue 
a foot down my throat, and pumped her cunt at me like a battering ram. I'll 
swear, I believe she got off, just kissing me." 

As he stroked his prick, with the rank thoughts of Ellen and Frieda making 
him hotter, he began to move his body in slow movements, so that he was 
fucking into his soapy hands. These movements churned up the water and some 
of the soap washed off, so that his hands were not as slick as before. 

He took the soap and worked up the lather again, but just as he was 
enfolding his hard cock in them, he heard voices. 

Damn! It was his mom and Dolly Patton! Well, better get out of the tub as 
quickly as possible. 

He pulled the plug and began to dry himself. He seldom took a bath at this 
hour. Mom might suspect he had been jerking off, but what the hell. He had 
an idea that his mother knew a good deal more about him than he told her. 

His hard-on would not go down, so he put it up against his belly, buckling 
the belt on his soft, faded jeans. This way, it was just a long bulge from 
crotch to beltline. Maybe nobody would notice it. 

He came out and hugged and kissed his mother, careful not to press his 
hard-on against her. 

She smiled and said: "My, you're taking a bath mighty early, son. I guess 
it's this hot weather." 

And the other woman, blonde like his mother but not so tall, with a cuddly 
figure, said: "Don't I get a kiss too?" 

Embarrassed, he held out his arms and "Aunt Dolly", as he called her, came 
to him. But she came up on him a bit differently than his mother. 

Slightly sideways so that her body shielded from his mom's eyes the fact 
that her left hand was out, waist hieh. so that, when her right arm went 
around his waist, her left hand clutched his hard penis and gave it several 
gentle squeezes. 

Having experienced Frieda, he was not surprised as he might have been the 
day before. The shorter woman's hand felt warm through his faded old jeans, 
and he instinctively fucked at it, making Dolly giggle. 

Faith Erwin smiled at the scene of love and companionship and started out of 
the room. "Got to see a man about a dog," she said pleasantly. "Pour 
yourself a drink if you want one, Dolly. Be back in a minute." 

As soon as his mother left the room, Joe, considerably aroused by Dolly's 
caress, boldly ran his hand up under her uniform. 

She made no resistance, but clung to him panting. When he encountered no 
panties, he plunged his fingers into the slickness of her cunt, eager and 
unafraid. 

He got into her immediately, feeling that warm juiciness that he had found 
in Frieda Haynes, and was amazed at the thickness of her bush of cunt hair. 

As his fingers swirled deep up her pussy, she turned her face up to him and, 
for the second time that afternoon, he knew the arousal of a deeply tonguing 
kiss. 

When the woman he called Aunt Dolly pulled away, she was breathing hard and 
her face was flushed. 

"Hey, baby," she gasped, "You're really with it. Who in the world taught you 
to kiss like that?" 

He had to make an effort to smile. What he had done had been instinctive, 
even the kiss, and he did not know what he was supposed to do. Still, this 
was another older woman, and she had made the overt first move, grabbing his 
dick. And, although he could not have expressed it, he somehow knew that one 
thing lead to another and that this was a beginning, not an end. 

When his mother came out, her face looking less careworn, she kissed Joe 
again, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans. 

Poor baby, she thought. He's at a bad age. Ali the needs of a man, and still 
shy with the girlies. She patted his shoulder. "I brought you a fried 
chicken dinner," she said. "It's in the kitchen and it's still warm. Dolly 
and I are going over to the Tavern and have a few cold beers. I'll be home 
early. Is that all right with you, baby?" 

Something about her bravery and humility touched him. 

He hugged her, and this time he never gave a thought to whether his hard-on 
was against his mom. He kissed her on the lips and on her cheeks, wishing he 
could tell her how much he loved her for all she had done for him. 

After the two women left, he smelled the hand that had found Aunt Dolly's 
warm and juicy split so easily. He was not surprised that it smelled so much 
like Frieda's. Possibly a bit stronger, but the fact that Dolly and his 
mother had been on their feet all day, sweating while they worked, explained 
that. In fact, he liked the intensely feminine humanity of a working lady's 
cunt smelling a little stronger 

"What the hell," he said aloud. "Frieda works, too, and checking out 
groceries is probably as tough as waitress work." 

He grinned as he thought of both of them, Frieda and Dolly, on their feet 
all day, getting juicier and stronger smelling as the hours went by, with 
their cunt lips rubbing together. He resolved to go with his mother the next 
time she shopped at the ABC Super Market where Frieda had said she worked. 

It would be exciting to watch Frieda's calm face as she punched the adding 
machine's key, and to know that, under that apron, under her uniform was 
that hot, wonderful smelling, wonderful feeling cunt. 

Cunt, cunt, cunt. 

He said the word, over and over, thinking of its exact meaning. Every girl 
and every woman had one, Frieda had said. And they liked dirty, strong talk. 
He hadn't remembered it in time to whisper to Aunt Dolly: "I'm going to fuck 
you in your cunt." It would have been the right time to say it, when he had 
his fingers buried in her. If only she would have stayed behind while his 
mother went out for a few beers! She could have jerked him off, too. Or 
maybe something better. Maybe she would have fucked him. 

He thought about inserting his dick into that warm, slick, juicy slot, and 
his cock jerked when hot blood pumped into it. 

He went into the bathroom again and started to turn on the water again, then 
turned it off. 

"The hell with it," he said, grinning at himself in the mirror. "It takes 
too long." 

He stripped off his jeans and his shorts, pleased at the way his cock stood 
up, hard and curved, its red head glistening with the rush of hot blood to 
it. 

He went into his bedroom and rummaged under some underwear and socks, 
bringing to light a magazine with two partly naked people, a man and a 
woman, on the cover. There was one woman in the book that reminded him of 
Frieda Haynes, and he turned pages until he found it. 

He looked at the picture. The woman was seated on a man's hard cock, her 
naked legs outstretched. She had a big triangle of dark, curly hair on her 
pussy, and the same kind of ample breasts, the nipples bloated from the fuck 
she was getting. 

In her position, facing the camera and with her cunt stretched from the 
enormous cock, you could see the pink flesh inside the hairy outer lips. 

He placed the magazine on the space next to the wash basin. 

Some of his mother's makeup was there, and he unscrewed the cap of a jar 
marked "Milk Balm". 

It was slick but not greasy, and Joe poured some of it into one hand and 
smeared it on his cock. It was about the same consistency as his semen, 
perhaps just a bit thicker, and it made his hands almost as slick as 
Frieda's and Dolly's cunts had felt, and he took a deep breath as he skinned 
his cock back. 

He looked at the picture and thought about his cock being buried in Frieda 
just like the pair in the picture. He imagined now it would feel as Frieda 
shifted her body, or raised and lowered herself. 

His hands became her cunt, and he pulled them up and drew them back, trying 
to create, by varying the pressure of his fingers, the way those inner 
muscles in Frieda's cunt had moved and gripped him. 

He looked in the mirror. His face was red. The red head of his cock was 
darker in color, and was now so charged with blood that it was like satin. 

He had the picture in his mind, and he was saying, in a conversational tone: 
"How does that grab you, Frieda? How does my hard old cock feel in your 
georgeous cunt?" 

He moved his hands slowly up and down the hard stalk of his organ, his 
thumbs crossed to mane a smaller orifice, thus giving the tender head of his 
cock a blast of feeling. He was very close to cumming, and suddenly let go 
of his cock and picked up the magazine, kissing the open cunt in the 
photograph, imagining how Frieda's juiciness would taste. 

There was a split moment of high tension in Joe's organ, and he dropped the 
magazine on the floor to get his hands around his cock before the flood of 
fuck juice squirted out. He clasped his hands together over his prick again, 
and squeezed. 

There was a fraction of a second thrill at the base and in the head of his 
cock, and the big boy gasped as the long, milky-white rope of jism shot all 
over the mirror. 

He was breathing raggedly, now, and his eyes were on the mirrored reflection 
of his cock, which jerked and shot another spattering blast of cum on the 
mirror. 

Joe was delicately squeezing both the head and the stem, moving his hands up 
and down in a rhythm he imagined Frieda's ass would take it she were 
cumming. 

The third shot seemed to be the largest and the most joyfully painful as it 
blasted from his cock, the next four seemed to be losing force 
progressively, and the last two were feeble little spurts which barely left 
the head and oozed down his fingers and dropped on his balls. 

He did not feel let down as he usually did. This was not a jerk-off of deep 
need, but one of free choice. There was a woman next door who had jerked him 
off this very day, and who had promised him ever so much more. 

There was the cuddly blonde who was an unofficial aunt, who had squeezed his 
cock and tongued him. He knew she would be glad to play with his cock. If 
they ever got the chance. 

He would pick up his magazine, clean up, and dress. He wondered if the fried 
chicken was still warm, and when Mom and aunt Dolly would get home. 

They were working at it, the two women. 

"That's my fourth beer, and it'd better be my last," Faith Erwin said. "I'll 
take a little pee for myself and go home. I'm dead tired and I want to get 
to bed early. Do you want me to drive you home, or will you stay and see if 
you can pick up a date, Dolly?" 

The blonde giggled. 

"The one I'd like a date with is your boy, baby," she said. "I know that 
makes me a dirty old woman, but I can't help it. He turns me on! You must've 
seen that hard-on he had." 

"Saw it and felt it against me," Faith smiled. "Well, why shouldn't you get 
some of it if you want? He's probably screwing by now. Or if he isn't he 
ought to be." 

She got up from the bar stool and patted the smaller woman on the back. 

"It's all right with me," she said good humoredly. "Go get him, Tiger!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Adolescent boys are not the only ones who daydream of sex. 

Where her fat, hairy little cunt was concerned, Ellen Haynes, the girl next 
door, had her own fantasies. And her own ways of making them come at least 
partly true. 

Privacy is one to the most important concomitants in the sexual practices of 
the young and frustrated, and Ellen had that. Her mother had gone to work 
just after Joe had left. 

But the girl, coming in a few minutes before she was expected, was almost 
sure she had heard a masculine voice in the kitchen. But, when she went 
there, she saw only her mother in a robe. 

Had she seen the motion in the bushes that made a hedge-fence between the 
Erwin house and their own? Could Joe Erwin, a kid she had known at school, 
have been, well, fooling around with her mother? 

It was enough to fire her imagination, and this fire was reflected in a 
tender pussy that was always near the boiling point. And a mind that could 
picture the most unbridled passion. 

She went into her mother's room, now that the older woman had gone to her 
work as a checker at the ABC Supermarket, and sniffed around. She was almost 
certain that she could smell cunt in the still, warm air. She walked about 
the room dreamily, shedding her clothes. Inside her, she could feel the 
crawling itch of cunt flames, the teasing pull of contracting cunt muscles. 

Her breasts felt heavier and more sensitive, too, and the friction of her 
tank top made her nipples stand out almost as much as her mom's did when she 
was excited over something. 

When she was stripped, and feeling perfectly safe from any eyes or 
interference, Ellen turned on the two lamps on either side of her mother's 
vanity, so that her glowing, naked young body was bathed in light. 

It gave her a feeling of triumph. 

The boys called her "stacked", and even the girls envied her for the 
ripeness and generosity of her curves. 

She put her warm hands under her breasts and raised them, reveling in their 
smooth weight, the silken feel of their flesh in her fingers. By lifting one 
ample titty up, and ducking her head, she could get the nipple between her 
lips. But it was an unsatisfacttory connection. If she were lying iown, the 
big boob would be easier to handle, she could really get suction on it, and 
it would make it easier for her to cum when she stuck her fingers-or 
whatever-into her warm, slick, juicy pussy. 

She went into her own room and got a soft plastic bottle of lotion. Or at 
least it had once contained lotion. 

But the long neck, gently ridged, and the soft rounded cap, so much the same 
shape as the head of a man's prick, had suggested another use to the young 
girl's easily inflamed imagination. 

She and her closest friend, Charlene Johnson, generally called "Char", had 
between them cooked up a lotion of their own, which resembled a boy's cum in 
many respects. 

Char's brother had co-operated with her, and she was very positive about the 
superficial authenticity of the fake fuck juice. Not that she would ever 
confess, even to Ellen, that she had sucked her brother off, or that she had 
really tasted his cum in some less committed way. But she was vehement in 
insisting that it both looked and tasted like the real thing, and hot little 
Ellen was more than happy to believe it. 

As a matter-of-fact, it tasted and even smelled a good deal like her own, 
and she knew what her own pussy juice tasted like. 

Char's, too, for they were really close, and mutual mastubration was one of 
the furtive pleasures which the two girls enjoyed as often as they could. 

"Try to get all four fingers into it, Char," Ellen had begged at their last 
go at each other, and it had been thrilling, although the four fingers would 
only go in about to the second knuckle. 

But they practiced French kissing, and sucked each other's boobs, and 
generally enjoyed most of the possibilities inherent in the association of 
two randy young girls who are dying to get fucked. 

Four fingers! It was a thrilling thought. And the fact that some guys must 
have pricks at least as large made Ellen's fantasies more colorful and more 
pleasing. 

They stood before the tall mirror of her mother's vanity, spread her legs 
wide apart, and laid down the lotion bottle so that she could hold her cunt 
lips open with both hands, "you pretty little pink darling," she cooed. 
"Wouldn't that old Joe Erwin just give a lot to have his big old cock in 
you!" Because she had good reason for knowing that Joe's cock was a prize 
winner for size, since he, like most boys his age, wore surfer trunks to 
swim in. And it was their thing not to wear a jock strap. 

So that, when they came out of the surf, their wet trunks clinging close to 
them. anyone interested could see the outline of the surfer's cock, as plain 
as day. And, since precocious uneducated Ellen was interested, she knew 
about Joe Erwin's tool. As a matter-of-fact, for a girl so uninstructed, she 
knew a good deal about fucking, about what happened when a boy shot off, and 
so on. 

After all, she was a pretty girl and went out on dates. Any boy worthy of 
the name was going to get some loving out of a girl, even if he only took 
her out for ice cream. And some of those wild guys-well, they certainly were 
quick to pull out their stiff cocks as soon as they'd kissed a chick or 
pulled and squeezed one of her boobs. She knew how sperm looked when it 
spurted out of a cock, and even how it tasted, since a girl, naturally 
curious, would taste something like that when it was on her dress or her 
hands. 

Ellen delicately touched a spot just under the cape of springy flesh and 
cunt hair which overhung the top of her slit. 

"OOOOOHHHH!" she groaned. "BABY, BABY! THAT'S HOT! RIGHT ON MY LITTLE 
CLITTY-BUTTON!" 

She ran two fingers into her tight little pussy and wiggled them around 
tentatively, Juicy enough, she decided with a thrill almost choking her. But 
still, she wanted to look some more, to look at her beloved cunt. 

"I'm sick and tired of lying about getting it," she said to her naked image 
in the mirror. "I don't think that Char's lying when she says she's been 
fucked. But I think it's her brother. She'd tell me if it was anyone else. 
OOOOOHHHH!" 

She had touched the clinging flesh around her hard little clitoris again, 
afraid to touch right on that delicate mechanism of gristle and nerves. It 
sure got hard, just like a boy's prick when he was hot. Or when you'd been 
necking with him. 

She sat on the edge of her mother's bed, facing the mirror, but she couldn't 
see anything, really, except the tangle of dark brown curly hair. It made 
her, somehow, love her cute little old pussy even more. It was pretending to 
be modest and hiding under her firm, beautifully shaped bottom, almost as 
big as her mom's. 

She leaned back on the bed, raising her legs, and there it was, pink and 
dripping with juice, wide open to the world. Would this be the position a 
boy would rather have her take? So he could see it before he stuck his cock 
in it? Would that great big prick of Joe Erwin's go in without hurting? 

"Shit," she said aloud humorously, "You've had things in you that were 
bigger. And I'll bet this silly old bottle is as big!" 

Still keeping her eyes on the delicious marble that was her young and 
wide-open cunt, she felt out to one side and found her plastic squeeze 
bottle. With an anticipatory whimper of delight, she held the flaps open and 
rubbed the bottle cap and neck up and down in her juice-dripping channel, 
lubricating it thoroughly. 

A hard ball of heat seemed to be forming deep in her cunt, inside her belly. 
Damn! She wished now that she had called Char to come over and play. It was 
more fun when someone else put this warm bottle, so soft and smooth to the 
touch, into your snatch. 

She gently inserted the tip. I'm real tight, right at the entrance, she 
thought I'll bet old Joe would like that! 

She had felt boy's cocks, of course, on those dates when a guy or his friend 
had wheels. After all, you had to do a guy a little favor to keep him coming 
back. 

"But I'm sick of holding out," she whispered, moving the loving lotion 
bottle deeper into herself, into her vagina. 

That was a silly word, in a way. Vagina. And yet it was such a feminine 
word, coming so casually from a girl's mouth, as though the word, like the 
article it named, was the sole and exclusive property of the female half of 
the world. Anyhow, it sure felt good, now that the long neck with the 
cock-like cap had gone in so deeply that it jarred against her womb. 

Her womb! How exclusively feminine that word was, too. And how it gave you 
its own thrill when you banged into it! Sort of sick-making, in a gut-deep 
way but so satisfying! 

She looked in the mirror and shivered as she saw that long, ribbed plastic 
neck go so deep into her. 

Her heavy breasts were lolling down on her rib cage, and she held the bottle 
with one hand while, with the other, she hefted that superb globe, raised it 
in her hand, and forced the nipple back to her mouth. This was marvelous! 
The nipple was two, maybe three times as large as it had been. She had no 
trouble getting most of it into her mouth, and her suction held it, even 
after she let go. 

About a year after she had had her first period, when her young breasts were 
growing so fast, and were so sensitive, sometimes, that she had to sleep 
naked, she had had a marvelous experience. 

Mrs. Gaston, who lived down the street from their old home, had asked Ellen 
to sit with her infant son. Ellen liked to baby-sit, especially with small 
babies. They never gave you any trouble. No arguments, and boy babies, when 
you changed them, would usually have the cutest little hard-ons. So cute 
that, many times and only from sympathy and love, Ellen would bend over and 
suck on the little baby's sweet little dick, wishing that some boy would 
force her to do the same with his bigger one. 

But on this night, she let the baby suck her finger. And almost jumped out 
of her skin. The suction was so poweful so suggestive, that the girl's 
breasts seemed to expand instantly. 

She had rolled up her knitted shirt and put the infant to her breast, just 
as she had seen mothers do a thousand times. 

It seemed that the baby's tiny, rosebud mouth was taking her entire tit 
halfway down his throat, and she had had such a shudder of cum fever that 
she almost screamed. 

Curiously, taking care not to disturb the baby, she had worked the fly of 
her stretch jeans open and had gotten her finger under the strap of her 
panties and into the slick, warm pudding of cunt flesh. 

There was a rhyhtmic undertone as the baby sucked the nubile breasts, and, 
once the girl had gotten over her initial shock, her body began to move 
imperceptibly in this same pattern. So did the finger of her free hand, 
which lightly stroked inside her cunt and made a feather-like contact with 
the raw flesh around her clitoris. 

There was a tremendous blast of orgasm building in her, and she was afraid 
that, when it struck, she might drop the baby. 

To avoid this, she lay down on the couch, cradling the nursing baby as his 
mother might have done, and raised a leg so that her free hand could 
continue to stroke into her cunt. She felt as if she were on fire, and that 
the hottest spot of all was either inside her, around her womb, or on the 
usually hidden surface where her clit throbbed. 

It was not long in coming. 

Like the bursting of fireworks, the white hot flame of orgasm rose and broke 
in her and outside of her, until she felt that she was drowning in a wave of 
dark sensation. It was the biggest and best cum that she had ever known, 
and, since the baby was willing to keep trying to draw milk from her virgin 
breast, she lingered until her heat had risen again, and gave herself 
another. 

Now, as she sucked a much larger nipple into her own mouth, she remembered 
the way the baby had sucked her, and she laughed around the creased and 
bloated nipple in her teeth. 

She went from this memory to a fantasy involving Joe. He was, no doubt of 
it, one of the cutest boys in Seaside, and a real hero on the football 
field, but she had never heard of him dating any girl regularly. She knew 
what one of the alternatives could be, and she dismissed the tought. Joe 
Erwin, gay? No way, but he didn't seem to dig girls. 

I'll find out why, she said in the silence of her mind, bringing her ass up 
to meet the thrusts of the bottle. Maybe he digs older women. Maybe he 
really was after Mom. Anyhow, I'd like to see them tucking. 

She went into a raunchy reverie where she watched while the tough young 
fullback fucked her mom while she watched, her face only inches away from 
the scene of action. She made Joe's prick even bigger in this curious fancy, 
so that he was almost turning Mom's cunt inside out. 

There was now a cum building in her. Almost as big and hot as when the 
Gaston baby given her tender breast such a sucking. It made her suck harder 
on her distended nipple, and she added to her fancy of Joe and her mother. 

His balls were banging against her mother's bottom, and she, Ellen, leaned 
forward and sucked the big eggs into her mouth. 

Playing out this fantasy made her suck harder on her own tit, made her 
plunge the squeeze bottle deeper, harder, and faster into her pussy. 

While the storm of orgasm broke inside her, Ellen let her breast go out of 
her mouth, and grabbed the bottle in both hands. 

Her legs were now back so far that her thighs touched her breasts, and their 
pressure added to the nerve-hurricane that swept through the girl's naked 
body. 

In spite of her intense heat, she was an interested spectator of what was 
happening in the mirror. 

She could see her buttocks, looking as wide as her mom's in this position. 
She could see the clinging inner cunt flesh pull out when she pulled out on 
the bottle, and she imagined that she saw the sucking motions of her pussy 
seemed to be making as it clutched the flexible, ridged bottle neck. 

Her fantasies had paid off. Here, with only the spur of her imagination, she 
had seen Joe and her mother, fucking on the bed, had seen it and smelled it, 
and had tasted Joe's sweaty balls as she sucked on her bloated nipple. It 
was a milestone in her career of frequent and necessary masturbation, and 
she could hardly wait to share it with Charlene, her friend. 

"Char, darling," she whispered, "you won't believe it, but I don't care. It 
was wonderful." 

There was another echo of orgasm back deep in her young pussy as she pulled 
out the bottle, and she was so carried away that she began to suck on the 
bottle eagerly, her fired up imagination telling her it was Joe's prick. 

And somehow, some movement of her legs made her cunt lips smash slickly 
together, and she began to repeat her orgasm. 

With a deep groan of thanksgiving, she desperately slammed the plastic 
bottle neck back up into her cunt, while another burst of cumming lifted her 
out of her regular world and into the fiery orbit traced by her cuntal 
imagery. 

When every last throb had dribbled out of her sated pussy, the young girl 
stroked her stomach and breasts, reveling in the gut-deep ioy she had just 
experienced. 

She moved the plastic bottle gently in the sensitive and inflamed mouth of 
her vagina, pulling it out slowly, still enjoying the residue of sensation 
that tingled in the slick, smooth flesh of her cunt. 

She licked the neck and head of the soft bottle tenderly, as if it were 
alive, her taste buds keenly awake to the rankly lovely taste of her gamy 
young pussy. 

She was still lying with her legs wide spread, and by raising her head she 
could see all the glory of her beautiful young cunt, its outer lips now wide 
open from the passion-swollen push of the gleaming pink inner lips. She 
laughed almost silently and ran one smooth hand down to trace through her 
bush of cunt hair and to run her fingers delicately around the outer rim of 
her cuntal orifice, her body still occasionally jerking as she traced over 
some particularly tender nerve center. 

She heard indeterminate noises outside and rolled over to look out the 
bedroom window. 

It was Joe Erwin, tossing a football in the air and catching it, then 
running a few steps with the ball. 

She looked down her sleek, well rounded body and grinned. 

What would a guy like Joe Erwin do if he were here? Ellen imagined that he 
might be a timid lover, else why didn't he go for girls, like most fellows 
in his position would? And did. 

She closed the drapes and got up, still smiling. Maybe, some day, they would 
find out. Together. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Any day can be an eternity to a young boy who is desperately waiting for his 
first piece of ass. 

The fact that Frieda would be home shortly after noon, and that-he supposed 
and hoped-Ellen would be at one of her summer school classes made him a 
quivering jelly of anticipation. 

When the morning seemed too long to stand, and with an incipient hard-on 
bothering him, he went down to the nearest shopping center, where he knew he 
would find someone to talk to. 

He was in luck. His best pal, John Cox, a team-mate on the Seaside football 
team, was honoring the Red Cross Pharmacy with his presence, and the two 
cronies, each with a coke, stood together by the magazine rack, looking at 
skin books, whistling at some unusually voluptuous model. 

"I can't see why," young Cox said, smiling, "as long as you react right to 
these naked broads in the photos, you don't come out with me and get some of 
the real stuff." He rubbed his crotch and said: "This afternoon, I've got a 
date with the Baron twins. You know them, don't you-Elsie and Edie?" He 
looked out the big window and nudged Joe excitedly. 

"Speak of the devil," he whispered. "Here they are now! Jesus, look at those 
tits!" 

"But they're only fourteen," Joe said. "We could get into deep trouble." 

"Shit!" his friend replied. "If they're big enough, they're old enough. And 
they're big enough. They've got as much hair on their cunts as any woman. 
Here they come!" 

The two young girls, already women in their bodies, but eager children in 
their minds, came in, nodded and smiled at the boys, then came over. 

Joe's mind was racing. John never lied about girls, and he had told Joe 
about how hot these kids were, and how tight their pussies were. If John 
said he could have one of them, to fuck all afternoon, then it was true. 

"This is Edie and this is Elsie," John said, "And you girls know Joe Erwin, 
don't you?" 

"Everybody knows Joe," the one called Edie said. "The man of mystery-never 
dates." She moved closer to Joe, who stood his ground. Only yesterday, his 
cock had been handled by two older women, and jerked off by one of them. And 
besides, this was "safe", with others around. 

"Everything okay for this afternoon?" John asked, his hand cupped over the 
rounded butt of one of the twins. He looked at Joe and winked. 

"We're okay if you are," Elsie said, and giggled. "Our folks are leaving for 
L.A. around twelve o'clock. They won't be home before eleven. That gives a 
lot of time." The other girl laughed. 

After the girls had left, their unbrassiered breasts jiggling, their rounded 
little rumps, swinging, the Cox boy said: "You wouldn't believe what those 
two young chicks will do for a hard peter. They both fuck like minks, and 
suck like a vacuum cleaner. You better come with me today. I guarantee you 
can fuck both of them. You don't know what it's like to have your prick in 
one of those chicks and have the other one playing with your balls." 

Joe laughed. "Thanks," he said, "but no thanks." 

"Man, you're out of your head," John said earnestly. "There may be hotter 
and better pussy in Seaside, but if there is, I don't know it. And from noon 
until eleven tonight! How can you expect to beat that?" 

"I know, Johnny," Joe answered. "It's prime stuff. But I'm still a little 
scared of 'em-they're such kids. And I've got something I'll bet is better." 

"You!" John scoffed. "Probably got a new magazine to jerk off over. Or maybe 
you're using cold cream instead of Vaseline to slick up your fist." 

"No shit, Johnny," Joe vowed. "I oughn't to tell you even this much, but 
I've got an older woman that, uh, likes me. And likes my stuff." 

"Nuts!" the tall boy answered. "You never told me about any older woman 
before. How come you're telling me now?" 

"I never had a thing like the Baron twins come up with you before," Joe 
answered honestly. "Older women are smart, man. The things they say and 
do-wow!" 

"No more than a young chick, if she's hep," John replied. 

But he didn't argue, and Joe went home with ideas of Frieda's riper charms 
floating in his mind, along with the undeniable charms of the two young 
twins revolving in his brain as well. And so he got home all hot and ready, 
with a big hard-on. 

He went through the hedge which served as a fence between the two backyards, 
and tapped on the back door of Frieda's home. 

She came to him immediately, casting a cautious glance from side to side as 
if she expected some nosy neighbor to cry "rape!" 

She was only wearing a thin robe, and she let go the front of it as she 
hugged Joe to her fine breasts. They still had the rich, dairy-like odor 
which he had found so hot yesterday, and he buried his young face in their 
softness and warmth. 

"Come on in," she said hoarsely. "Baby, I've been wanting to see you soooo 
BAD!" 

She reached down with one hand and stroked his hard prick. 

"Wonderful," she whispered. "So big and hard!" 

They went into her bedroom, and she drew the drapes almost entirely closed, 
so that they were in semi-darkness. 

"Just enough light for me to see my big boy's pretty cockie," she said. "Get 
undressed, and then you can take this robe off me. There'll be enought 
light, you'll see!" 

When she stood beside the naked boy for him to help her off with her robe, 
she was trembling with desire. She was just forty, an age when a woman's 
sexual need is at its highest, and when her opportunities for satisfying 
them are growing fewer. Here was an untapped treasure of sex, a boy almost 
man's size, both in body and cock, and clay for her molding to her own 
specifications and desires. 

He dropped to his knees, rubbing his face in the mass of dark, thick cunt 
hair that curled in such profusion on her lower belly, and she felt his warm 
lips part the hair and touch the slick wet flesh between the hairy outer 
lips. It was a marvelous thing to find a sixteen-year-old-boy who would know 
enough, or be hot enough, to want to eat pussy. Would it be rushing things 
too much to sixty-nine with him, to have his young face working in her open 
pussy while she ate his cock and enjoyed his seed richly spurting into her 
mouth? 

She moved backward to the bed and he followed her, on his knees. 

When they were on the bed together, their warm bodies rubbing together, the 
smells of hot cock and hot pussy mingling in the darkened room, she rolled 
across him and held his stiff cock in her warm hand. She kissed it as a 
child kisses a lollipop, sucking in the soft, smooth red head, bathing it in 
her saliva, and running her tongue around it to get all the goodness out of 
its taste that she could. 

"Would you like me to do this for you?" she asked softly. "Do you know about 
ladies-and girls, too-taking their lovers' pricks into their mouths and 
sucking until they come?" 

"Sure," the boy answered confidently. 

"Everyone knows about that, I guess. And the guy licks their pussies until 
they cum, right?" 

She sucked him again, this time going down on him still more, so that the 
head of his cock struck the back of her throat. 

And she had the marvelous satisfaction of Joe opening her outer lips and 
rubbing his mouth in the leaky, slick, wet notch between them. 

"Hey, wait," she implored. "I didn't take a shower when I got home at noon. 
I must be all gooey and stinky down there!" 

He laughed and held her cunt farther open, running his tongue up and down in 
the juicy channel. 

"It's great," he said, "I like it better this way!" 

She reached down, and patted his head. "My little cunt-eater," she 
whispered. "Oh, Joey, this is so nice." 

She fucked up at him as he gained more knowledge and more confidence, 
licking instinctively in the right spots, enjoying for himself the ripeness 
and richness of flavor in a mature cunt. 

She was sucking him with great expertise and a good deal of affection, 
pulling his hips down so that his cock went part way into her throat, down 
past her tonsils. And she was so fired up by this entire adventure that she 
wanted it to last and last. 

With his arms clasped around her buttocks and his hands up between her 
thighs, Joe could use his fingers to hold her pussy open wide, and could 
literally fuck his face into the warm, wet, slick organ. He slipped and slid 
up and down, now running his tongue into the tight little hole where his 
fingers had been the day before, then busily looking back until he was in 
the neighborhood of her clitoris. 

And, each time he sucked at Frieda's fuck hole, or licked around her clit, 
he was rewarded by the deep moans and the increased action which developed 
in her well built body. 

The taste and smell of Frieda's cunt, together with the sharpness of 
sensation in his cock were enough to make him cum, but he hung on manfully, 
doing his best to hold back. 

Until Frieda, needing the warmth and slickness of his jism, to make her own 
climax complete, patted him and stroked him between the cheeks of his ass, 
taking her mouth off his cock only long enough to gasp: "SUCK ME REAL HARD, 
BABY! AND GIVE ME YOUR CUM! SUCK AT MY PUSSY! THERE! THERE! SUCK HARD!" 

The deep, groaning cries of the woman, together with her suddenly increased 
suction as she took his cock into her lips and down her throat, made his 
orgasm rise in Joe's young balls. 

He felt the bursting pressure in the head of his dick, felt that first surge 
of feeling in that tenderest of all spots in a man's body, and sucked 
furiously on her jerking clit as the woman climaxed exactly on time with 
his. 

He could feel the muscles of her cunt contract time after time as he drove 
his pointed tongue deep into the hole. 

He was utterly lost in the sea of real sex, the first he had ever known, and 
all of it made more beautiful by the pressure of that firm and voluptuous 
body of his, the sense of proprietorship he felt as he sucked that fat, 
convulsing pussy. 

Just at the moment when his last drop of sperm left his cockhead, just as 
the piercing sensation peculiar to the man's orgams was becoming too much to 
stand, Frieda quit sucking. 

There was the tender and delicate feel of his prick in a soft, warm mouth 
made even more delightful by the slickness of his own rich juices. 

He could feel a very slight movement as Frieda swallowed his seed, and he 
knew she loved it, by her small animal cries of pleasure, as she held the 
stem of his wilting cock in her hand. 

When she had carefully and gently licked his cock clean, she took it out and 
showered kisses on his balls, which she held to her lips with a free hand. 
She was laughing, pleased, happy with herself and the boy. 

"Did you like that, baby?" she asked, rolling over and around until their 
faces were inches apart. "What a lot of that lovely stuff you had! No grown 
man ever had more in his balls!" 

She kissed him long and deeply, and he could taste the richness of his cream 
still on her lips and tongue. 

When they parted, Frieda began to lick his cheeks and chin. She was giggling 
like a schoolgirl, and as interested as one. 

"MMMMM!" she moaned. "What a lot of cum juice you got out of my dirty old 
pussy! I can hardly believe you never did this before, never had a lesson. 
Why, Joey, nobody could have sucked me out any better! I hope it wasn't too 
much for you!" 

"No, ma'am," the boy answered, his arms around her back, his hands delighted 
with the smoothness and softness of her skin. "It was wonderful!" He 
appeared now not to mind her knowing that he was a virgin, technically, at 
least. 

"But it's not quite the same thing as fucking, is it? I keep thinking of how 
those little muscles inside your, uh, cunt kind of nibbled at my fingers. If 
they did that to my peter, I believe I'd cum in two minutes. When will you 
let me do that?" 

She now had his head pillowed partly on her soft shoulder, partly on one 
big, billowy breast, and she stroked the damp hair away from his brow. 

"Do you know about what happens to a woman once a month?" she asked softly. 
"What women call their period?" 

He thought of the darkness of this knowledge, of how his mother had answered 
his questions long ago, with complete honesty and love and courage. She had 
even let him watch as she had poked a tampon into place, her fine legs, so 
much like Frieda's, spread wide for the insertion. And he knew, because she 
had told him, of the blood and debris which the little sponge soaked up. 

He shuddered in the grip of the tender passion which marks some men as they 
grow up, and turned his head to kiss the woman on the big breast nestled 
against his cheek. 

"I know about it," he said. "And I know it means a lady isn't pregnant, 
okay?" 

Frieda laughed and kissed him on top of his head. 

"Yes," she replied. "And it means something more. You know that I told you 
yesterday that some day soon we would do it every way-that you could stick 
that lovely bid dick into me, fuck me, and shoot that great big load of jizz 
into me. But you don't want to make any little babies grow in my belly, do 
you? You're too young to be a father." 

The intimacy of this talk was as heady as the breast he felt on his cheek, 
as the hairy pussy he had just sucked. He felt a grown-up thrill run through 
him, felt his cock lurch in response. 

He laughed. "Guess you're right about that," he answered. "What's your 
period got to do with it?" 

She squeezed, then reached down and squeezed his wet, soft young prick very 
gently, delighted to feel it throb. 

"When a lady's period starts, that means she's throwing off an unused ovum, 
or egg. Like you say, she isn't pregnant. Or at least, that's the way I 
understand it." 

She laughed deeply. 

"Then, between her periods, another egg comes down, and for a few days, the 
lady can get pregnant awful easy. But, after a few days, the egg goes away, 
and the lady can screw all she wants to, and not have a baby." 

She thought of this, and wondered if she had come anywhere close to a true 
defininition of the rhythm system of avoiding pregnancy. Why don't I go 
ahead and give it to the kid right now? she asked herself. And then, 
mentally, she had her own answer. He's so young. I want to break him in just 
tor myself. I dqnt want to scare him off. 

Joe was enchanted. He felt like a big man, having been sucked off by this 
mature and glamorous woman. And even more so for having fearlessly sucked 
her pussy until she came. Now, all this adult talk of periods and 
contraception by natural methods made him feel even older and wiser. 

"Gee," he observed, "That's sure interesting. When will you be that way, so 
that I can stick it in you and shoot it? Will it be long?" 

"Only a day of two more, my darling," Frieda replied. "Here, let me play 
with that lovely peter of yours again. Maybe it will come up, and I can suck 
it. Or I'll hold it in my hands and you can shoot it on my face and titties. 
Would you care to try that again?" 

He kissed her on her breast, then higher up, where her arm so sweetly joined 
her soft body. There was an arousing odor from her armpit, the smell of 
maturity, the smell of sex. It meant hair, and hair meant maturity and heat. 

He remembered that John had told him about Edie and Elsie Baron-"they've got 
as much hair on their cunts as any woman," John had bragged. But now, moving 
his hand down to play in that nest of curly hair on Frieda's snatch, Joe 
didn't believe it. 

Probably damn little hair under their arms, too, he thought. 

The notion tickled him, and he began to move his fingers into the warm 
pudding of cunt flesh under the hair. Those twins were just kids. Poor old 
Johnny! Not to have a chance at a real woman like Frieda. 

Frieda let out a deep sigh, almost a groan, as Joe's fingers sank deep into 
the sensitive fuck hole, and she hugged him to her so that she could suck 
his tongue. She began to stroke his cock very gently, too, smiling in the 
gloom as she felt the throb of tumescence in it. 

"You're a real man, Joey," she whispered, taking her mouth from his. "Oh, 
I'll be so glad when we can fuck. Really fuck, I mean. Although lots of guys 
really like to fuck a lady in her mouth and throat even better." 

She thought of this. They were mostly older men who could not raise a 
dependable hard-on. They were good at eating pussy, because they thought 
about it a lot. Thought about eating it because they had forgotten how to 
fuck. She squeezed Joe's young cock with real affection. He was so sweet, so 
eager. 

And so hard. 

And there was no question about it, he was well hung. About as big as any 
man she had ever known. 

She stroked it for a few seconds more, felt it begin to swell, and rolled 
around to where she could suck it. And he could suck her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Time hangs heavy on a waiting lover. Ordinarily, Joe Erwin would have had no 
trouble passing the time. If he had to wait, say, for four hours to pass, he 
could watch television, read the sports section of the newspapers, eat a 
bit, or grab his surf-board and hike down to the nearby beach. He and his 
mother lived in an older portion of Seaside, and a four-block walk took him 
to the white sands and even whiter foam on curling waves. 

But today was different. He thought about Frieda and what she had said. 
Wasn't today the day he was really going to get it into her, to shoot his 
wad far up in her cunt? He thought it was. 

He knew it was tough for anyone to work a split shift, for it meant a long, 
long day, and that three or four hours in the middle of the day wasn't much 
use. Except, now, for him and Frieda. And it meant they had four hours of 
privacy, almost, since Ellen had piled up some summer courses to make her 
regular scholastic year easier, and she was away from home in the 
afternoons. 

The thought made Joe smile. He had a latent hard-on, alternately rising to 
almost full rigidity, then cooling off a bit until it was big and fat, but 
no longer hard. 

He roamed around the house, wondering when Frieda would be home. Once he 
looked through the slatted Venitian blinds at the house next door, but could 
see no life. 

On his second time around, though, he saw a strange thing-there were a 
couple of strong lights in Ellen's room. He was puzzling over this when his 
question was answered-Ellen was at home, just coming into the lighted room. 

She was carrying something in her hand, and when she tossed it down on the 
bed, he saw that it was a bikini. 

To his surprise and great gratification, she reached across her hips with 
both hands and lifted off her simple dress in that typically feminine 
gesture leaving her big, firm titties bouncing and jiggling. 

He stepped back a little from his window so that the girl wouldn't spot him, 
but she was unaware that anyone might be looking in. She bent and rolled 
down her panties, and Joe gasped. She had as much hair on her pussy as 
Frieda did on hers. In fact, Joe marvelled, they were almost exactly alike 
in build. 

He had at first been taken aback, even angry, at seeing Ellen at home so 
unexpectedly, but as soon as he realized she would be leaving for the beach 
shortly, he used his time and energy to paint an unforgettable picture on 
his mind. This sleek and naked child, only sixteen, was a dead ringer for 
Frieda. It made him slightly apologetic in his mind to his pal, John Cox. 

If this girl next door could have so much sexual beauty, how did he know it 
couldn't be matched by the Baron twins. Or any other young girl, for that 
matter. 

He was relieved when Ellen turned out the lights and left the room. Now, 
perhaps in a few moments, she would be gone out of the house and all that 
Joe would have to do would be to wait for her mother to show up. 

He went in and turned on their television to kill a little time. Ellen was 
probably on her way to a girl friend's home, or someone would pick her up 
any minute. He would just have to be patient and wait for Frieda. 

In the other house, wondering whether to walk over to Char Johnson's or to 
phone her friend to come over, Ellen walked aimlessly into her mother's room 
and looked around. She was turning on her heel to go to the phone when her 
eye caught a white oblong note on her mother's bed. Stepping closer, she saw 
it was addressed with one name-"Joe" 

-in the angular scrawl her mother used. 

It was too much to expect the girl not to read it. With her young mind 
already full of sexual and romantic fantasies built around Joe and her mom, 
she opened the note and read: "Darling Joey: Sorry I can't be there, as I 
had hoped that we could do it all, this time. And Ellen was going to a beach 
party-we could have had such long, lovely hours. But two checkers phoned in 
sick, and I have to work straight through until eight. We'll try it again 
tomorrow. Love, Frieda." 

Some alarm bell of humor and adventure buzzed in the girl's mind. That note 
confirmed everything Ellen had fantasized, in terms so plain she could not 
doubt what had happened. And she, because she knew Joe's reputation for 
being woman-shy, knew in her heart that her mother had seduced the boy. But 
what kind of game was Mom playing? "Sorry ... as I had hoped that we could 
do it all, this time." Hadn't they done it all? She now was confident that 
she had smelled sex in this room. Maybe they had done part. But what part? 
This was a puzzling affair. 

But one thing was certain. Joe was expected here, and Joe wouldn't know 
about the note. Nor about Frieda being missing. 

Ellen went down the hall to her room and made sure the lights were off. She 
shucked her young body out of the bikini and retreated to her mother's 
bedroom, beautifully naked, her big, firm breasts tingling with 
anticipation. 

Joe made another round of his home, nervously waiting for some sign from 
Frieda. When he saw, on his next turn, that the drapes in her bedroom were 
closed, he wasted no time but went quickly through the hedge and into the 
back door of the house next door. The closed drapes meant Frieda was waiting 
for him, and that meant that Ellen was gone to the beach, or wherever she 
intended going to wearing her bikini. 

He moved quietly into the darkened room. He could see the white nakedness in 
a kind of blur in the gloom, and he said: "Frieda?" on a note of inquiry. 

He heard her whisper: "Here I am, darling. On the bed. Come on, take off 
your clothes. 

It's working better than I thought it would, the girl thought. Boys are such 
dummies. 

She felt a warming trickle of cunt juice flow between her thick, hairy lips, 
and resisted an impulse to scratch where the exuding juice tickled as it 
leaked out. 

She could see well enough to make out the motions of the boy as he hastily 
shed his clothes, and her heart was pounding with the greatest thrill of her 
life. To be young, and to be fucked for the first time-it was almost choking 
her with excitement. 

She was burning with desire when the boy edged near her on the bed, and she 
suddenly remembered her character-she was the grown woman seducing the 
sixteen-year-old boy. 

She reached for him, for his cock, and whispered softly. "Come here, 
darling. Let me feel that wonderful peter of yours. OOOOOHHHH! He's so BIG!" 

She ran her hand up and down on the hard stem of the boy's big cock, holding 
the loose, soft skin tenderly, as she had been told to do by a high school 
senior a year ago. It was not quite as expertly done as when Frieda did it, 
but Joe was hardly a connoisseur, and it felt wonderful. 

He had the girl in his arms, now, and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into 
her eager mouth. 

She clung to him, hotter than she had ever been in her young life, and 
pulled one of his hands down to her crotch, where Joe immediately plunged 
his fingers into the juicy hole, running two of them deep up the girl's 
trembling vagina. 

She felt suddenly faint, and almost nauseated with relief. This was working 
perfectly. She had been in doubt about whether or not she could pull off the 
masquerade, whether something different about her figure, her cunt, even her 
voice might betray her. But either she was enough like her mother to pass in 
the dark, or Joe was too hot, too ready, to make distinctions. Suddenly, 
because her responsive body demanded it, she fucked up and out against his 
fingers, deeply pleased that her instincts-made her body move involuntarily. 

In a moment, the boy pulled his mouth away from Ellen's and choked out: "Are 
we going to do it all today?" 

And Ellen, happy that she would now find out what her mother's note had 
meant, whispered: "Everything you want to do, baby. Absolutely everything!" 
She kissed him passionately. "What does my baby want to do first?" 

Joe's cock was so hard and ready that he could scarcely control it, but he 
hesitated for a second. The rich, chokingly beautiful odor of hot cunt was 
now filling the room, and he put his juice-dripping fingers to his mouth and 
sucked them. 

There was a sweetness, a delicate richness to this juice that was new, and 
his first thought was that Frieda had showered before drawing her drapes. 
But the taste was still strong and arousing, and he plunged his fingers back 
again, withdrawing them covered with the clear, thick goo and licking them 
again. 

The girl was deeply thrilled at such a tribute to her charms, and kissed Joe 
to get the familiar taste of her cunt from his lips. She was panting with 
desire, and she lay back, pulling Joe down on top of her. 

"Oh, lover," she panted, "stick it in me! I can't wait!" 

She spread her young thighs, as fully rounded as her mom's, and drew her 
feet back against her ass, letting her knees sag out, making a saddle for 
Joe. 

She groped for his prick and found it, big and hard, covered with the thick, 
soft skin, and drew it toward the entrance to her vagina, almost out of her 
mind with excitement. 

And Joe, his heart now pumping blood hotly with the knowledge that he was at 
last going to fuck, kneed his way into the position they both craved. 

He pushed his stiff cock down to where he thought the hole would be, but he 
was too high, and Ellen whispered: "NO! NO! IT'S LOWER! OHHHH! PLEASE 
HURRY!" and she lifted her firm young hips up to make it easier for the boy 
to enter her. 

She almost screamed as his massive young cock went part way into her. She 
had been right; it was a little bigger than the neck of the plastic bottle. 
But there was a brief and promising surge of excitement in her tight young 
cunt, and she felt more juice flow out to make his entry easier. 

Joe was so excited that he was panting in deep, noisy breaths, fascinated at 
how simple this action was, and how easily he had made it. He had not 
thought that a grown woman with a half-grown daughter would be quite so 
tight, and then he thought: What do I know? 

He wriggled his loins in pure pleasure, and his motion, plus the new flow of 
cuntal fluids, made him sink deeper up into this marvelous pussy. 

He gasped hoarsely: "Is it all right if I cum inside you?" and the girl, 
bursting with need and desire, answered thickly: "OH, YESSSSS! YESSS! CUM IN 
MY CUNT! PLEASE!" 

She felt the deep tremor of a powerful orgasm building in her vagina, around 
her girlish womb, and she squirted her strong body up as Joe's loins 
hammered down, driving his turgid cock all the way up inside her. She felt a 
sharp and sickeningly wonderful blast of pain as his spongy cockhead banged 
into her cervix, and she locked her lithe young legs around the boy, over 
his back. 

He was drawing his throbbing cock out and slamming it back up into her tight 
and juicy hole, his mouth engaged in tonguing his partner, who was now 
moaning in excitement, a wordless hum that seemed to make her entire body 
vibrate with love. 

All the lovely smells of fucking, so unfamiliar to both of the kids, and 
still so appealing to their natural instincts, filled the room. 

Both the boy and the girl were perspiring freely in the warm, close air of a 
summer afternoon, and Joe found his belly slipping on the girl's smooth 
stomach as he ground down, slamming his cock home. 

Her big, full breasts were mashed between their heaving bodies, and the 
pressure on her nipples made sensitive by excitement was a joy such as Ellen 
would never have imagined. The sensation ran like a white hot wire from both 
breasts down to her cunt, and, as Joe banged once again into her young womb, 
she began to cum. 

Her rhythm, which had been following Joe's, now changed to a faster beat. 
Her cunt flew up to smack against Joe's mound, swallowing his plunging prick 
all the way to its roots, and then pulled down like a milking hand, came 
back up, slammed back down, in a rapid fire rhythm as her orgasm began to 
explode. 

"OHHHH!" her voice burst in his ear. I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARD! OH, JOEY, 
IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 

Even in the mists of red passion that shut her away from her world 
momentarily, Ellen was aware that Joe, too, was cumming. She felt his big 
cock swell even bigger. Then, falling on her superheated cunt walls and 
womb, she felt the flooding of his spurting jism. In the back seats of cars, 
this otherwise and technically innocent girl had seen cocks spurt their 
milky white slickness. She had even gotten some on her hands, some on her 
dresses, and knew that it had a deep attraction for the female. 

But this was the first time she had known the God-given thrill of having it 
pour out deep inside her, as nature intended. It made her own orgasm all the 
hotter, so that, while her body was gyrating like a machine, she felt she 
was melting inside. 

The sensational fucking that Joe was getting had made him grateful that he 
was getting it from a woman old enough to be his mother. Strangely, in the 
chaos of cumming inside a female who was, obviously, also orgasming, he 
could think of John Cox and the Baron twins. I'm having it better, his 
thoughts ran. This is the way to go. 

He felt the quivering body under him slow its violent rhythm. Now he could 
feel what those inner muscles were doing. Like some tender, toothless mouth, 
they were gently gnawing up and down the length of his cock, milking the 
last drop of his thick semen out of his swollen young prick. 

He rocked delicately back and forth, his deflating cock still hard enough 
and big enough to rub urgently against the nerve-taut walls of Ellen's cunt. 
It was made almost friction-free by his big load of semen, and by the sweet 
secretions from every pore in her vagina. 

It was so beautiful that Ellen could have wept. She wanted to hug Joe, to 
kiss him, to cry out: "It's me, Ellen. It's not my mom!" But she was afraid 
of what might happen. 

But she did hug him to her tingling breasts, and she did kiss him, with 
their smooth, hard tongues wrestling each other in the warm slickness of 
their mouths. There was still a wild running warmth inside her, where his 
big prick, gradually going soft, still massaged her cunt walls. 

When it was obvious that the fuck was over, Joe still lay on her, the sweat 
of their bodies holding them together with its warm, slick film. 

The boy could smell the heady perfume of woman sweat, super-heated cunt, and 
the odors from his cock and balls. It was a marvelous richness, added to the 
magic of having at last put his dick inside a slick, hot pussy. 

But Joe now asked, a trifle humbly: "What do I do now?" and the girl almost 
giggled. He was so dear, and such a dummy. 

She kissed him and whispered: "You just take it out, baby. Don't worry about 
your lovely juice spilling out of me. I'm tight enough to hold it in while I 
run to the bathroom. 

He tried to make out her features in the dark room. He could see only that 
she was smiling, so he said: "Wouldn't you like to have all that juice for 
yourself? Like you did yesterday when you sucked me." . 

Ellen's heart gave a leap of triumph. That was what Mom had been doing to 
this poor baby. Sucking him off! Wonderful! She was a modern girl, and, 
while she had so far resisted all pleas as well as her own instincts, she 
had no fear or alarm about taking a prick into her mouth. 

She had often tasted the semen that had fallen on her dress or in her hair 
or on her hands, and found its delicately salty taste and its male fragrance 
alluring in its own way. 

"I'd love it," she choked out. "How will you do it? And what do you want me 
to do?" She was almost gibbering in her excitement. 

"Why," the boy responded, "We'll do like we did yesterday. Only this time, 
I'll be sucking my jism out of your pussy. Your cunt, if you like that 
better." He felt cocky, grown up. 

"And then what?" the female voice inquired in a whisper. 

"Why, you just take my prick in your mouth and suck off my juice and yours," 
Joe replied. "And I suck all of that out of you and hold it in my mouth. 
Then we can kiss and you can get it all out of my mouth with your tongue." 

It seemed like an excitingly perverse idea to him, one worthy of an older 
and wiser man. 

And to Ellen, taking her mother's place with this young and lovable boy, it 
was an idea that made her entire body quiver wantonly and flush with new 
heat. How did this kid know to do these things? She had never heard of this 
particular refinement on sex. She had had only one regret while his cock had 
been in her. It was a simple one, based on an innate love of sex and of 
everything connected with it. 

She had known a time would come when things would be just right for her, and 
for some man or boy, and that she would have her first real sexual 
experiment. And she wondered, as most girls do, what it would be like to 
have a guy's cock in her mouth, shooting the rich protein seed into her 
throat. Which would be the best-fucking or sucking? 

When it had come to the test, and being led by Joe's desires, she had chosen 
fucking. And it had been so wonderful that she would never regret it or 
forget it. But now, she would have the best of both worlds. 

"I'll be careful," the boy whispered. "I'll take it out smooth and easy, and 
get my cock right to your mouth, so nothing will spill on the bed. And you 
spread your thighs apart and I'll get my mouth right down there so you won't 
leak any. Okay?" 

She tried to keep her voice from trembling as she whispered: "Okay. OHHHH! 
PLEASE HURRY!" 

Joe was as excited as his partner. This was something he had dreamed up 
yesterday, after Frieda had sucked him off and he had wondered what she 
would do to dispose of a cunt full of his sperm. 

But, since she loved to eat it so, he had thought of this new twist. And 
now, praise be, they were going to do it. 

He pulled out smoothly, a large drop of their mingled fuck juices hanging 
from the head of his cock. 

He turned easily and aimed his prick where he thought he could make out the 
mouth, and felt it close on him with a wet, warm suction. He heard a female 
"Mmmmmm!" of satisfaction and pleasure just as he turned his face to the 
center of the mass of dark hair. 

He gripped her exactly as he had the day before, his arms around her thighs, 
his hands inside, holding her pussy open. He could smell the richness of her 
open cunt, with something new added to the ripe aroma-the smell of his cock, 
of his semen. ,He licked boldly in the steaming pussy, going down to the 
hole, where he found it very slick. He covered the hole with his mouth and 
sucked easily, getting a big load of cum juice. Once again he sucked, and 
got a little more, which he rolled around his tongue. He often tasted his 
seed when he jerked off, and loved its richness and its significant feel of 
life. 

He kept the warm mouthful under his tongue, and sucked once again, this time 
feeling that he had gotten most of it. 

His prick pulled out of the woman's mouth with a pop, and he heard a wailing 
cry of protest, which he stilled by covering those soft lips with his own. 

Then, slowly, as if he had done this for years, the boy carefully pushed the 
mingled cum juices into his partner's mouth. 

He had one arm around her shoulders as she turned her face up for this cummy 
treat, and with his other hand, he kneaded her full, tender breasts. They 
seemed firmer than yesterday, but the big, swollen nipples were the same, 
and the female body responded with a fucking motion as he fed her his cream. 

When it was all passed between them, and Joe had swallowed just a little for 
his share, he said huskily: I'll see if there's any more," and the choked 
voice came to him: "Oh. please do!" 

Once again he spread her lovely thighs apart and plunged his face into that 
open cunt. His prick was now completely clean, but he felt the soft, slick 
mouth close warmly around it again. 

This time, he was as much concerned with sucking the pussy itself as he was 
about sucking out the last drops of his seed, and he knew he was doing a 
good job because the tender body he held was moving in a responsive motion, 
fucking up at his now skilled tongue just as it had yesterday. 

And Ellen, secure in the disguising dark, let herself go in this new treat. 
Getting sucked out! Wow! Char would wet her panties when she heard this! 

The boy's lips and tongue were so sweeet, so wise! Could her mother have 
taught him all of this in such a short time? It did not seem likely. Not 
that she was putting down her mother, but Ellen doubted that anyone, no 
matter how brilliant, could have taught so much so soon. No, this was an 
instinct, a natural thing. 

And the young girl, never fucked before, who had given Joe as brilliant a 
fuck as he would ever get, wondered wistfully if she would ever have such 
talent. 

She felt a bright flash of orgasm fire in her young vagina as Joe sucked 
gently at her clitoris, and he opened her thighs wider to get the feeling of 
blowing it out of her fuck hole. 

While her firm young buttocks beat up and down on the bed, and Joe held on 
to her thighs and hips, she sucked his soft prick until it hardened into 
rock-hard rigidity inside her mouth. 

Now Joe was above her, fucking into her tonsils, sucking all over her 
achingly tender cunt as it was opened to him by her position and his 
stretching fingers. 

His thighs held her breasts tightly against her rib cage,-and they were warm 
and tingly from her one huge orgasm and the several smaller ones. Her 
nipples seemed almost as big as small, hard pricks, now that passion had 
swollen them. 

She was breathing easily and steadily as Joe fucked his massive cock deep 
down into her throat, drawing in a deep breath as it almost pulled out all 
the way, holding her breath while his mouth-filling prick came back, and 
exhaling on the next stroke. It was all a part of the rhythms of love, and 
she knew that the feel of the plunging prick, touching the erotic zones of 
her mouth and lips, was making her enjoy Joe's sucking of her cunt all the 
more. 

She could feel the warm breath from his nostrils blowing into the sensitive 
area just below her cuntal opening, into the sweaty crack of her tender 
young ass. What a marvelous experience, to have all this on one's first 
experience with a fuck. How could she have been so lucky? How could Joe have 
been so good? 

She sensed a new urgency in Joe's loins. He was fucking faster, now, and she 
had to get her breath as best she could. But she had an idea of her own, and 
one she thought Joe would like. 

When his prick pulled out almost all the way, with the head at her lips, she 
grasped it firmly in one smooth, girlish fist, and held it in her mouth 
while she washed her strong, agile tongue around it. 

It did not stop or slow up Joe as he licked her, and she knew that he was 
getting a terrific sensation in his cockhead. 

As he licked and sucked at her pussy, his thighs still enclosing her tender 
and sensitive breasts, she once again felt, to her surprise and joy, the 
rising of another wave of dark fire deep within her young loins, the 
swelling of a coming storm or orgasm. 

In a paroxsym of lust, she drew her strong thighs back and clutched the 
boy's head in between them. She was not entirely unconscious of what she was 
doing, but she simply wanted to press his face more deeply into her writhing 
cunt. And he, too, was caught up in this fiery storm of heat and sexuality. 

He shouted in a muffled way into the slippery clutch of Ellen's thighs and 
cunt: "OH, GOD! OH, GOOD JESUS! SUCK ME, BABY! SUCK IT ALL OUT OF ME! LET ME 
BLOW IT IN YOUR MOUTH! OH, FRIEDA! FRIEDA! HOLD ME AND SUCK ME! GOD! IT'S 
SOOOO GOOOODDD!" 

Ellen, determined to get the most out of this first experience, was now 
sucking Joe's plunging cock as if it were a big plum full of juice and 
flavor, her lips and tongue polishing the big spongy head. Neither of them 
was any longer in full control of his senses. 

When Joe started to cum, he was almost as surprised as Ellen was. 

She felt his prick grow even larger and harder inside her hand and her 
mouth, then felt that marvelous, spurting jet of male seed and she tasted 
the protein richness of its flavor. It gave her the added stimulus her hot 
young pussy needed, and the lurking orgasm, held achingly around her girlish 
womb, blasted out in a swirl of heat that shook her well built body. Next 
time, she thought, I'll let him cum first, so I won't get my own feelings 
mixed with his. 

They lay quietly after this second hurricane of lust had swept them, and 
Joe, as he had with Frieda, had his head on the feminine shoulder, marveling 
at its softness, and at the rich, ripe sharpness of woman-sweat. In the 
dark, he turned his face and kissed where arm and shoulder met, feeling the 
soft body stiffen in response.. 

"That was even better than yesterday, Frieda," he said happily. "Fucking is 
better, isn't it? I know you said that some men like it better when a lady 
sucks their joint. But sticking it into a warm, slick cunt-wow! That's even 
better!" 

The young girl trembled with pleasure. Her masquerade had been a total 
success. But that was the least of it. 

Having flirted with sexual danger since she was twelve, she had now gone all 
the way. And it had been wonderful. Better than she had ever dared think it 
would be. 

"It's never very good the very first time," an older girl had told her when 
she was thirteen. "Because you can't help being scared and nervous. 

Well, she had been somewhat scared, possibly nervous. But this had been her 
caper, and she had been in charge. Usually, she knew, the boy was the 
leader, and things .ad to be done to suit him. But this was different. 

Acting in the character of her mother, and actually feeling much older and 
wiser than Joe, she hugged him and said: "Thank you, Joey. Yes, I think that 
fucking is the best. But sucking is very nice, too. Don't you think so?" 

He fondled one of her breasts, still swollen and tender from the strength of 
her orgasms, and gently mouthed one of her big nipples, he felt of his 
prick. He could hardly believe he had had it in Frieda's pussy, twisting and 
plunging, battering something deep inside her. He was curious about it. 

"What did you call that thing I was hitting with my dick?' he asked. "I had 
my fingers on it yesterday. You had a name of it-Sir-something or other." 

The girl almost giggled, but remembered her character. 

"My cervix, dear," she whispered. "It's the mouth of my womb. You know, 
where babies grow in a lady." 

He began to have a strange feeling about all of this; he could not have said 
why. 

"Why are we whispering?" he asked. 

"Because I don't know when Ellen will be back," she said in a flash of 
inspiration. It was really great, fooling this big lovable, wonderful guy. 

"Maybe I'd better get going," Joe replied. "I wouldn't want to cause you any 
trouble." 

After he had dressed and left, going through the hedge into his own 
backyard, he broke into a broad grin. 

"Hot damn!" he whispered. "Boy, did I ever get fucked! And sucked, too, by 
God!" 

Man, that Frieda was something else! Well, she had told him she was going to 
do it-now she had done it. Given him everything. 

He walked around the familiar confines of his home, occasionally looking at 
himself in the mirror, unable to believe that this experience hadn't changed 
him, turned him into a man. 

But he still looked the same. 

He dropped into an easy chair in the living room and turned on the 
television set, feeling relaxed and comfortable. 

He heard something land on the porch and knew that it had to be the evening 
newspaper, so he went outside to get it. 

He got the paper. But he also got the shock of his life. 

With unbelieving eyes, with his mouth hanging open, he saw Frieda Haynes 
drive her car into the driveway next door. 

Frieda! His mind reeled for a moment, then expanded in a bright light to 
tell him what had happened. 

He, Joe Erwin, who was afraid of girls in a one-on-one situation, had fucked 
and sucked, and been fucked and sucked by, Ellen Haynes! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

There was a manly quality in Joe Erwin that seemed to grow and blossom as he 
realized what had happened-and that the girl, Ellen, had been bold enough 
and sharp enough to make the most of an opportunity. He had no way of 
knowing how it had come about, but he was pleased. He had learned something 
of extreme interest about girls-that they could be cool and tricky. And hot. 
Hot enough to go after cock when they wanted it. 

The more he thought. about it, the more amazing it became. He had thought 
that girls were shy, and indifferent to sex, that a man or boy had to "work 
up a piece", pursue, wrestle with, speak of love, and otherwise court a girl 
they intended to fuck. All of this in spite of the lessons he got from John 
Cox. 

Now, he felt he knew a great truth, and that he would never again be fooled 
by a girl's play-acting at being hard to get. 

As he thought of the very slight differences between Ellen and her mother, 
he experienced a twinge of regret that he had not known of the deceit. How 
great it would have been to know but to go along, to notice the differences 
and enjoy them. 

He recalled that he had thought the fake Frieda's cunt was milder in taste, 
that he had attributed that to a shower. And that her titties seemed firmer, 
although the bloated nipples were about the same. 

These thoughts naturally gave him a hard-on, and this pleased him as much as 
the deceit put on him by the daughter. 

He looked out through the Venetian blinds to see Ellen, now a lovely picture 
in her scanty bikini, walking out of the Haynes front gate with a beach 
towel over her arm. 

Feeling more manly and grown up than ever, since his peter had not let him 
down, he waited a few minutes and then slipped over to Frieda's. 

She met him with affection and enthusiasm, hugging him fiercely and running 
her long tongue into his mouth as they kissed. 

"Come on in, baby," she said, all in a rush. "I said in my note that I'd be 
gone all day, but the rush slacked up, and the manager sent me home. Now, 
I'm so happy! You came, after all!" 

He let her pull him along to her bedroom, smiling. A note? One that said she 
wouldn't be home? That accounted for Ellen's bold move. Now he understood, 
and his pleasure grew as he thought about it. Some chick, that Ellen! Some 
kind of guts! 

While Frieda undressed him, he reached around her to untie the string of her 
store apron, and buried his face in the cleavage of her big, firm titties. 
Of course, they were bigger than Ellen's. But hot by much. There was a 
different smell about her too, but he knew what that was. Sweat from a hard 
morning of work. He had to respect Frieda, as well as admire her and desire 
her. 

He deliberately nestled on her shoulder, in his familiar position, head on 
her shoulder with his cheek rubbing the soft, sleek breast. 

He could hardly wait to get his hand on her cunt, though, and he began to 
kiss her while his right hand went to her crotch. 

The woman moaned in satisfaction and response, and humped her gorgeous 
haunches up and down, feeling the crawling stretch as his two fingers went 
swiftly into the sensitive areas of her vagina. Always so much fun, these 
boyish preliminaries! Why did so many men ignore them after they were grown? 
She felt a new rush of affection for this boy, an instinctive lover. 

She put her hand down between his legs and felt a deeper thrill of pride in 
him. His cock was really man-size! 

She gave it a gentle squeeze, and pulled the thick, soft skin up over the 
head, then down. 

She disengaged her mouth from his and said breathlessly "You're so great! 
Always hard for me." 

He laughed. Greater than you think, baby, his mind said. J banged your 
daughter and screwed her in the head. And with all that, I can still get it 
up. 

But somehow, this lusher body seemed all the more exciting to the 
impressionable boy, and he suddenly longed to take Frieda as he had taken 
her daughter. 

He screwed his fingers deeper into her, feeling the slick, smoothly rounded 
cervix. That Ellen! She'd played her part to perfection! Talking to him as 
she were really her mother, making a small boy out of him. Well, he had his 
own idea of how to pay Miss Smart Ass for that. 

He sucked on one of the big, coarsely grained nipples, pretending to bite 
it, and noticed how the cunt closed on his fingers. 

Kid though he was, he realized that this was a marvelous talent. And Ellen, 
a kid of his own age, had it, too. It was almost spooky, how much mother and 
daughter were alike. 

He gave his fingers a final twist in the slick, hot flowing cunt and pulled 
his face away from Frieda's. 

"You know, Frieda," he said, "you promised me we'd go all the way today." 
His voice was teasing but firm, and the grown up woman felt a deep thrill. 
This boy was a man! 

She slipped her hand down to his big balls, tightly drawn up against his 
pole of hard flesh as they prepared to shoot another load. 

"What did you have in mind, darling Joey?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. "I 
think I'm ready for anything." 

Her quick compliance slowed him. All he could think about really, was the 
idea he had had for Ellen. And why not? It was a good idea. 

"I want to stick it in you and fuck you," he said quickly. "And then suck my 
load out of you and feed it to you. That way," he explained, "you can have 
twice as much fun. You said it was great for me to want to fuck, didn't you? 
But you liked my jism, too, right? So this way, my way, you get both!" 

"I think that would be just lovely," she said. "Listen, do you want me to 
turn off the light, or would you like the drapes more open? I want you to 
see me, you know. OOOOHHH! SUCK MY TITTY! OHHHH! GREAT!" 

She trembled and breathed noisily as her loins jerked. 

"Do you know what I just did?" she asked. "I had a cum just from you sucking 
on my titty. Wow, am I hot today!" she played with his balls again, then 
stroked him across his belly. 

"I want to suck him a little bit, first," she whispered. "OOOOOHH! HE'S SO 
NICE AND BIG!" 

She pivoted on one hip and got her mouth just above Joe's swaying stalk of 
peter. She had lit a bedside lamp, and he could see her full lipped red 
mouth as she licked it with her tongue. 

She held the stem of his cock carefully, and gently put her moist red lips 
over the head. Joe felt an electric sensation that went all the way to his 
balls. She was sucking only the head, as she had yesterday. As though it 
were a big, juicy plum and she was sucking the juice out of it. 

The long session with Ellen had not left him drained, but he felt absolutely 
confident that he could control his cum for a long time, maybe an hour. 

In mock concern, he asked: "Aren't you afraid that Ellen will come in and 
catch us? Isn't she due home pretty soon?" 

Frieda took the prick out of her warm mouth and grinned. 

"I'll chance that," she said. "For this," and she shook his hard prick. 
"Actually," she confessed, "Ellen has gone over to Charlene Johnson's house. 
I think they're going swimming." 

She felt the stir of his hand rubbing on the hairy softness of her mound, 
and made a fucking motion at him. 

"Now," she said hoarsely, "I'm ready and you're ready. So let's fuck, baby. 
You said that's what you wanted. Well, here it is. OOOOOHHHH! GIVE IT TO ME, 
JOEY!" 

She was flat on her back, and the light showed that her swelling inner lips 
had pushed the thick, hairy outer lips open. There was the slickness of her 
clear, thick pussy juice shining on the red slash, and Joe felt a surge of 
triumph. He hadn't been made a fool of; the joke was on someone else. He had 
fucked this lovely woman's lovely daughter. Now he would fuck her. 

He kneed his way into the space between Frieda's thighs, and rembered that 
he had aimed too high for Ellen's fuck hole. 

He grinned at the woman, who grinned back, and, when she humped her fine ass 
again, he said: "Raise it up to me, so I can get into it easier." 

"I'll put it in myself," Frieda answered. 

"How about that, Joey? Give me your dick, sweet boy!" 

She took his hard cock in one hand and spread her outer lips wider open with 
the other. Now that she was more open, Joe could see that a trickle of the 
crystal juice was running out of her hole, trickling its way through the 
hair between cunt and asshole. 

He moved his body imperceptibly closer as the woman rubbed his organ up and 
down in the soft, slick valley of her cunt, picking up a thick, oozing film 
of her natural lubricant. 

When that was done her body made a movement as if it were impatient with the 
waiting, and Frieda closed her eyes as she pulled the big cock down and into 
her. 

At first, as his cock went in, Joe thought that Ellen's was much tighter. 
Then the muscles closed on him and his sensitive prick told him there was no 
real difference. Frieda's was just as tight, but a seemingly different kind 
of tight-you could get into her easily only if she relaxed those cunt 
muscles. And she or her pussy were probably more practiced or more eager. 

Her wide hips, her smoothly rounded belly, all of the lower part of her 
body, began to move in a figure-eight motion, and gently up and down at the 
same time. He was so fascinated that he held his weight and body up on stiff 
arms to watch the curiously beautiful gyration of that gorgeous body. 

He could see plainly how that cunt rose and fell, could see his dick, now 
bathed in that slick pussy juice, went out Of sight and back into the open. 
He was not moving, but his tool was, or seemed to be, going in and out of 
that wonderfully muscled vagina. He was being fucked. 

Some instinct made him time his movements so that, when Frieda's cunt rose 
to him again, he pushed his loins forward to bury his organ deeper in that 
seething clutch of warm tissue deep inside her. It was no trick to pull out 
as she lowered herself in the marvelously insistent rhythm. 

When his body was on hers, Frieda kissed him, losing her tongue in the warm 
depths of the boy's eager mouth. The double contact and penetration made her 
even hotter, and she helplessly went into a staccato increase as the stored 
up orgasm began to pour out like a wave of red fire. 

She could feel each plunge of his big peter, and she fancied she could even 
feel his foreskin roll back as the experienced inner muscles skinned it 
back. 

Her breasts, already heavy with her passion, now seemed to large for her, 
and the rich blood which pounded through each blue vein gave them a tingling 
sensitivity almost unbearably wonderful. 

Joe, proudly realizing that he was making this gorgeous woman cum while he 
was far from it, was conscious of the warmth and elasticity of those breasts 
imprisoned between them. 

Her voice was blasting into his ears, and he was surprised that both mother 
and daughter gave similar vocal salutes to the power of their orgasms. 

"POUR IT IN ME, JOEY BABY!" Frieda screamed. "FUCK THAT BIG, HARD COCK INTO 
ME! OHHHHH! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! SO GOOD! OHHHHH! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME, 
BABY BOY! 

AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

He was so entranced by this evidence of Frieda's heat, which in fact was 
also evidence of his sexual proficiency, that he stopped the motion of his 
loins, letting his organ know the rich, oozing joy of being ground by a 
juicy, talented cunt. 

It was like nothing he had ever known before, or dreamed before. Not even in 
his most imaginative jerk-offs. To lie wallowing in this busily moving, 
steadily juicing sleeve was more than he had ever expected from sex. 

But he was also aware, viewing the matter from some cool spot in his 
controlled young mind, that Ellen had had much the same talent. 

He was more deeply interested in the fine strokes of fucking than any 
sixteen year old is likely to be. The peculiar circumstances which had led 
Mrs. Haynes to jerk him off, the unbelievable adventure of having her 
daughter not only fuck him, but lay herself open to discovery, had given him 
a tremendous series of sexual lessons, all in a couple or three days. tie 
squeezed both of her bloated breasts in his hands, letting most of his 
weight press on Frieda's belly, and when she felt the hot wire of titty 
pleasure flow into her cuntal areas, her inner muscles again danced on the 
big, hard peter. 

She held his face to hers. They were both dripping sweat, and the wonderful 
outpouring of fuck juice gave Frieda a feeling of sinking in a warm puddle 
of sensuality. 

Somehow, her cunt felt as swollen as her breasts, and as tender, so that 
when Joe, eager to get his own load off, began to pour prick into her again, 
she screamed. 

"NO! NOOOOO! PLEASE, JOEY, DON'T DO IT NOW! DON'T FUCK ME AGAIN! OHHHHH! 
PLEASE! PLEASE! IT HURTS ME! HONEST!" 

But her pleas made him all the more passionate, all the more intent of 
getting his nuts off in this cunt which seemed to love him and hate him at 
the same time. 

There was one dreadful moment when it seemed to the hot-blooded woman as if 
she would pass out, as if this wild boy would fuck her to death. Her 
clitoris was so inflamed, the lining of her cunt so fierily sensitive, she 
felt she could not take the rub of that big peter, no matter how well 
lubricated. 

But then a miracle occurred. The intense pain turned to a pleasure equally 
intense, and she promptly had another, smaller orgasm, continuing as he 
fucked into her, and then another. 

She had heard of series orgasms, and realized that she was experiencing one. 
Also, now that she could take her rightful joy in this small miracle, she 
clung to the strong boy's big arms and forced herself up at him with new 
desire. 

The smell of sex, the rankly attractive odors of their combined sweat, and 
the beautiful body heaving against him sent young Joe Erwin into the 
preliminary delights of orgasm. 

Once again he lay still, swelling his cock inside Frieda, letting her 
trained cunt muscles play and writhe against his overheated cock. 

But Frieda was too intense in her sexual joy to lie passively. While Joe lay 
on her, his powerful body almost a dead weight, the woman continued to fling 
herself up at his prick, one small but dynamic orgasm follwing the other, 
until she was exhausted. 

They lay still a long time, heaving and panting, until at last Frieda rolled 
Joe off of her, but kept his cock inside her pussy, so that they lay face to 
face on their sides, joined at their crotches, but unmoving. 

Frieda kissed the big boy tenderly. 

"I wouldn't have believed that any guy could control himself and his jism 
that long and that well," the woman said at last. "It's hard to believe that 
you're just sixteen, and that all of this is new to you." 

Some echo of orgasm trembled in her body, and her cunt crawled lightly over 
the boy's sensitive dick. It made him fuck against her automatically, and 
she kissed him again. 

"That was so good, Joey," she whispered. "So wonderful. Are you going to do 
that other thing you said?" 

He laughed. 

"Suck you out?" he asked. "You better believe it! That's the best part." 

He pulled out swiftly and laughed as Frieda clapped a hand over her split. 
This would be as good as it had been with Ellen. He wondered what the girl 
was thinking, now, about their experience, and if she was still hot from it, 
as he was. 

He had his face at Frieda's cuntal spread in a second, and his smeared cock 
at her lips. He let her suck his cock in and wrap her tongue around it 
before he sucked her. 

He was immediately aware of the differences between Frieda and her daughter. 
And he had been right about the difference in flavor. Frieda was much 
ranker, much gamier. But it was a beautiful difference, and made this into 
an almost brand new experience. 

There was, indubitably, more hair on Frieda's belly and outer lips, and much 
more around her asshole. And it stirred something in him, some well of grown 
up manhood, so that, between licks of her pussy, he diverted his tongue and 
thrust his muscular tongue as deep as it would go into her anus. 

Her body quivered each time he took this unusual path to sexual novelties 
and surprises. And he found that the lining of Frieda's rectum was as slick 
as the inside of her vagina. 

When he had his mouth full of his-and-hers juices, Joe pulled his prick out 
of the protesting woman's mouth, and put his face to hers. 

She was swept by new admiration for this young boy, whose mind dealt so 
freely with imaginative pleasures. 

She loved the taste of cock juice, and getting it this way, in slow sips and 
mingled with her own tastiness, made it seem twice as good. 

She held her left arm around Joe's body, pulling him down so that his weight 
would mash her heavy, sensitive breasts. With her right hand, she reached 
for his pinkly clean cock, pressing it strongly but gently between her 
fingers. 

When she had this mouthful, Joe again went to her cunt and held it open, and 
this time he not only siphoned out the remainder of his cum, but also licked 
up and down in the slick valley where her inner lips still were fat and 
puffed-out from all their fun. 

The recollection of the continuous orgasm still lived in the raw nerve end 
of her cuntal linings, and Frieda groaned around the fat cock in her mouth. 
Although it was clean as a whistle, she liked the idea and the feel of it in 
her mouth, and she tongued it gently as Joe's licking pleasured her. 

When he had the last bit of fuck juice out of Frieda's pussy, he held her 
head in the crook of his arm and pressed his lips on hers, slowly feeding 
the rich protein treat into her eager mouth. 

His cock felt wonderful and so did he. Both he and Frieda were lathered with 
sweat, and the room was chokingly filled with the sour-sweet smells of lust. 

Long after Joe went home, he continued to enjoy the taste and smell of 
Frieda's gamy cunt. 

He thought of the riches he had uncovered next door. A woman who needed his 
attentions badly, and a young girl who seemed to need him equally. He was 
content. 

The picture of the girl as a dull white shadow in the dark intrigued him. He 
knew she was built almost the same as her mother, but he longed to see and 
feel those differences which also existed. 

At last he went out on the porch and sat at ease in one of the webbed 
aluminum chairs. He was happy and excited with what he knew was going to 
happen. 

Since Ellen had on beach sandals, she was almost on him before he saw her. 
Her tan seemed a little deeper, and her fine breasts strained the inadequate 
triangle of fabric which made up the bra of her bikini. 

The girl slowed her pace and smiled uncertainly at Joe as he came down the 
sidewalk to intercept her. 

He spoke and she answered: "Hello, Joe," and looked over his head to avoid 
meeting his eyes. 

He looked her over slowly, smiling. There was no getting away from it. She 
had her mother's full figure, even at sixteen. Frieda might be just a shade 
larger in the breasts, perhaps an inch bigger around the hips and thighs, 
but they were very alike. 

He leaned over his fence in a confidential way and said: "Ellen?" on a 
rising note. 

She flushed, the red tide sweeping all over her lush body. 

"Yes, Joe," she replied. "What is it?" 

He licked his kips. 

"Next time," he said in a low voice, "I want the draperies open when we 
fuck!" 

The girl whirled away from him as the impact of the words was physical. Her 
head was high and her face was flaming as she opened her own gate and went 
into her yard. 

But Joe watched, and saw that she was smiling. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Joe Erwin was not a bad kid. He loved his mother, and appreciated what she 
did for him. This morning he got up before his mother left for her work in 
the Mission Hotel. 

Even though she worked hard at a somewhat menial position, and although she 
occasionally drank too much after work, she was still a good looking woman, 
still looked younger than her years. 

Joe made his own bed and went out and kissed his parent. 

"Hi, mom," he said. "Are you going to have time for breakfast with me?" 

She hugged him to her ample breasts. 

"No, Joey," she answered. "I'll go in now and catch the tail end of the 
breakfast business. You know who they are-the rich old dudes and dames who 
eat late. They're not the best tippers, but they're pretty good." 

She pointed at their refrigerator. 

"I brought home a thick slice of ham last night," she said. "And a couple of 
sweet rolls. They ought to make you a good breakfast. Go back to bed 
afterward, and catch a few winks. You look tired." 

He smiled at her and got up and hugged her again. She had on her working 
uniform, with "Redwood Room" embroidered on one pocket and "Faith" on the 
other. Her breasts were wonderful, and Joe, now aware of such fragrances, 
noted that his mother gave off the same perfume from her ample cleavage as 
Frieda. 

Well, except that his mother was blonde and Frieda was dark, they were very 
much alike in age and build. 

After Joe had finished his big breakfast and done the dishes, he thought 
with deep affection of his mother. Of what she did for him, and of how hard 
she worked to support them both. 

"Slinging hash is not an easy dollar," he said aloud. "I know, mom says it's 
a hell of a lot more money than she could make in an office, but it's a hard 
buck." 

He felt suddenly grateful for his mother and her goodness. Women didn't have 
it too easy, he was beginning to find out. And when they were his mom's 
age-and Frieda's age-they need sex. And it either had to be with some 
fly-by-night traveling salesman or handled furtively, sending your kid off 
to a movie show, giving him an extra couple of bucks and saying "Treat your 
friends to a coke or a sandwich." 

He thought of Frieda, too, and of her courage. That dumb Ellen might have 
walked in on them any time, and then where would Frieda have been. There was 
something wrong about it. 

While he was thinking of his mother, and of that sweetly familiar odor that 
came from a woman's breasts, he was aware that, especially by drawing the 
comparison with Frieda, he was hedging around the perimeters of another 
subject. His mother's cunt. 

It gave him a quiver of superstitious fear, just mentally acknowleging the 
fact that his mom even had a cunt. 

"Jesus, I'm not a mother fucker," he whispered. But he knew that his mother 
was sexually attractive, and, if she was as much like Frieda as he thought, 
sexually vulnerable. 

He thought of Dolly Patton, too-the one he called "Aunt Dolly." He thought 
of the size and firmness of those big tits, and of the rich flow of juice he 
had gotten his hand into a day two before. Somehow, the mere fact that the 
woman did not wear panties made her seem more sexy to the boy. 

Where did Dolly get her kicks? He would bet that that one couldn't live 
without getting her pussy crammed every once in a while. But she lived 
alone, with no kid to cramp her style. 

It suddenly made him see himself and his mother as a partnership, but with 
his mother furnishing everything. 

He got on his bike and rode downtown, a matter of less than a mile. He went 
by Jeroma & Murray's, a speed shop, and waved. They had a used Vespa 
scooter, an old one, but in good shape, that he could get for this good bike 
and fifty bucks. He wanted to go to work and make enough to pay the fifty, 
but Mom had said no dice, she wanted him to enjoy this summer before 
football season started and he had to go to work. 

"I'll find the money for you, Joey baby," she had said. "You need to have 
some fun. You're only young once." 

He turned into the parking lot by the Red Cross Pharmacy and stopped in a 
shower of sand with a power-slide. John Cox was sitting there on his motor 
scooter. 

Somehow, the thinking he had done, skirting all around his mother's reality 
as a sexual entity, had made him less anxious to see his friend. 

But he said: "Hi, Johnny. Why aren't you out screwing the Baron twins, or 
some other little kids?" 

"Ho-ho-ho!" the tall boy answered. "Listen to who's criticizing me! A guy 
that screws old ladies. Or say he does. How come, with all this fifteen, 
sixteen-year-old stuff around?" Joe laughed. 

"I never said anything bad about screwing sixteen-year-olds. It's the little 
kids that I'm scared of." 

He clapped his friend on the shoulder. After all, John knew that Joe had 
never had any pussy in his life until the past few days. And John had tried 
to help him get his ashes hauled, many a time. But John looked at Joe 
curiously. There was the ring of confidence and truth in Joe's voice. 

"I'm beginning to believe you're on the level with me," he said. "Would you 
say that sixteen-year-old girls are as smart as their mothers?" He eyed Joe 
carefully. 

Joe laughed. 

"You'd better believe it," he said proudly. "Anything that big mama does, 
little daughter does. Fuck. Suck. Whatever." 

John took him by the shoulder and rocked him back and forth. 

"Hey, wait!" he exclaimed. "Things are falling into place. You've got to be 
talking about your new neighbors. Wow! You mean you screwed that good 
looking checker at the super market? And her daughter?" 

He clapped his hand to his forehead. 

"Man, you did make out like gangbusters! What'ser-name, Ellen, she's as good 
as anything in this town. And nobody ever got in her neat little pants. And 
her ma's even better!" 

He solemnly shook Joe's hand. "Maybe I ought to have you helping me to get 
some pussy," he said, openly proud of his friends's exploit. "Man, I'd sure 
like to get some of that, myself!" He bowed low and said: "I mean it. You 
ought to fix me up with either one." 

Joe laughed a little self-consciously. 

"Come off it, Johnny," he said. "You really know me. You know I'm no 
cocksman. Anyhow, we couldn't go there now. Ellen's at summer school and her 
mom's working." 

But he was wrong. Ellen had skipped school. She was at the home of her 
friend, Charlene Johnson, and the two girls were talking very, very 
seriously. 

They had been trying on Char's clothes, and they were not only naked, they 
felt quite at home with each other, because they were, in the truest sense 
of the word, best friends. 

Charlene laughed and touched Ellen's pussy with her finger. 

"You mean that you actually and honestly got this cute little old cunt 
plugged yesterday?" she asked. "I just can't believe it! And I wouldn't, 
either, if you hadn't sworn it on your mother's health." 

"Well, it's true," Ellen said, her young face flushed. "It was just like I 
said-easy because it wasn't me in that dark room. It was my mom." 

"I know you've always liked that guy," Charlene observed. "Who could blame 
you? He's so cute and so innocent! He doesn't even date." 

"He sure knew what to do to me," Ellen giggled. "But you should have seen 
me, Char. You'd have been proud of me. Golly, and the first time I ever did 
it, too!" 

She was beginning to get hot all over again, thinking of that big prick 
stretching her young but mature body, and her pal could tell it. 

With genuine affection, Charlene held Ellen close to her, and felt down in 
the other girl's naked crotch. She had been getting hotter, too. 

She had two fingers in Ellen's cunt and was rubbing vigorously, and the dark 
girl was moaning: "OH, CHAR! IT FEELS SO GREAT, BABY! LET ME GET INTO YOURS! 
OHHHHH!" 

They thrashed on the bed, these two teenagers who had grown in sex together, 
experimenting together, going as far as they dared, loved sex too much to 
fear it. 

"I can't stand this!" Ellen cried. "I love you. Char, and you're my best 
friend, but I'm tired of finger-fucking. I want more! I need more!" 

The other girl sat up, her face flushed, and looked at Ellen shyly. "We've 
done about everything two girls can do to each other," she said. "I've 
fucked you with zucchinis and bratwurst and bananas. And sliced them off, 
afterward. And you've done the same for me. What do you mean, you want more? 
What else? Or don't you have the guts to say it?" 

"That's just a black lie," Ellen said. "You know exactly what I meant, 
because we've talked about it." 

"Yeah," Char said. "Talked about it. And we never have done anything." 

Ellen held her friend and sobbed. 

"Don't you mean," she whispered. "I just got to thinking of how good Joe's 
mouth felt on my pussy. Listen, you know as well as I do that we're not 
Lesbians. We both read about some ladies who liked men and women, too. 

Bi-sexual, they call them." She raised her tear-stained face and kissed the 
other girl, tonguing her deeply. They held on to each other, pressing their 
firm young breasts together, nipple on nipple, their flesh tmgling with heat 
and need. 

When they pulled apart, they were panting and smiling. Some bridge seemed to 
have been crossed. 

"I know our problem," Ellen whispered. "We both want to do that, but we're 
both afraid to start it. To say it. Well, kid, I'm not going to be that way 
any more! I'll be the butch!" 

She put her arm around Charlene and pulled her down on the bed. They were 
kissing again, and Ellen worked her two longest fingers into the other 
girl's cunt. She worked the fingers in and out, together, then plunged them 
in deep and worked them separately, like the legs of a little man, running. 
Charlene groaned with heat and pleasure. 

When they broke off the kiss, Ellen, still lying partly on one of her 
friend's breasts and looking her in the eyes, licked her juicy fingers and 
laughed. 

"We've always done that," she said. "Finger-fucking each other and licking 
our fingers. Well, I'm going to kiss your cunt until you squeal for mercy. 
If I lick it off my fingers, why shouldn't I go to the source?" she patted 
her friend on one smooth hip and said: "Roll on your side, darling. I'm so 
hot I've got to do something. And I just have the feeling that, if I suck on 
your pussy, that you'll suck on mine!" 

Charlene Hughed raggedly and clung to Ellen, kneading one of her breasts. 
She was laughing and crying. 

"What's the best way to do this thing?" she asked. "Oh, kid! I'm so glad you 
had the guts to say something!" 

Ellen kissed her. "Your feet up above my head," she answered, "and my feet 
above yours. Your head, I mean," and a thin laugh made her teeth chatter. "I 
was flat on my back, and Joe was on top of me, holding me open. But I think 
we can do it on our side. Like, look, you face me and my pussy, and I'll do 
the same for you. Okay?" 

"Okay," answered Charlene. "Oh, baby, I can see juice leaking out of you. 
And mine's leaking, too. Do I smell strong? I haven't showered today!" 

"You smell strong and wonderful and beautiful," Ellen said. "OOOOOHHH! I 
WANT TO TASTE IT!" 

She drew her under leg up, bent at the knee. 

"See? she asked. "That's a pillow for your cheek. The inside of my thigh. 
You do the same, okay?" 

The other girl complied and Ellen found that her idea was exactly right. 
With her cheek on the smoothness of Charlene's thigh, her mouth was just an 
inch from the cunt which, suddenly, she craved with all her being. But it 
was not open. 

She patted the girl's other leg. 

"Raise this one up over me," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Pull it up. Bend 
your knee. Like this," and she raised her own thigh up over the warm smooth 
shoulder. 

"Oh, lovely," she sighed as the cunt before her face became a long slit, 
partly open, with Char's inner lips protruding out between her thick, 
well-haired outer lips. 

She hesitated for a moment. Not because of any doubt about what she wanted, 
but to heighten the joy of completion. 

Then, with a deep sigh of contentment, she pressed her lips into the flowing 
slit of her friend, just as Charlene did exactly the same sweet service for 
her. 

It was all she had expected, and more. 

For several years, the two girls had played with each other's pussies, 
pretending one of them was a boy. She knew the feel of the soft, slick 
lining of Charlene's pussy, the richness of the juices that flowed from it, 
its teasingly delicate odor, which was sometimes strong and delightfully 
rank. But this was everything-taste, feel, smell, and sight, all in one 
packet, all together, one sense complementing the others. 

But the greatest gift was the feeling that she was giving of herself, giving 
her friend the same intense pleasure that she was getting. For Char was 
serving Ellen in the same way. 

She could feel the thrust of Char's slick, muscular tongue. One of the first 
things that they had practiced together had been French kissing. That was 
when they were twelve, and such things as sex first concerned them. And she 
had always been amazed at the length and strength of her friend's tongue. 

Now it burrowed between her cunt lips, gliding gently and slickly over the 
inflamed membranes, tapping around the edges of her cuntal opening, now 
sliding up to her jerking clitoris. Without her ordering it, her body began 
to respond in slow, gently fucking motions. 

It had been wonderful when Joe had sucked the jism out of her. She had been 
tenderized and sensitized by the wildness of their fuck, her young mind and 
body completely given over to the joy of that moment. 

Joe's sucking mouth and probing tongue had brought her to a new height of 
sexual pleasure. But now, in this gender moment, she was finding a closeness 
that the other occasion had not given her. 

She moaned in her heat as she twisted her torso and raised her leg more so 
that Char could get to her better. And, as she did, the other girl took her 
cue from it, and opened her young body more widely to the delicate attack 
that Ellen was making on her tenderly flowing cunt. 

As she came nearer to a climax, Ellen felt a wave of affection sweep through 
her. In spite of using Charlene's thigh as a pillow, she now had her arm 
under and around the girl's leg, and with the other hand, she was holding 
the light haired pussy open to lick it better. 

She had often wondered about the close juncture of her cunt and her asshole. 
Now, with her nose directly in Charlene's anus, she found that it only made 
them seem all the more close in spirit as well as in body. 

Her breasts were wedged between her rib cage and Char's tummy, and she 
snuggled closer, wrapped in heat as the warm pressure raced through the 
sensitive globes. 

Charlene was deep in her own fantasy of truimphant sex. She had always loved 
Ellen, and looked on her as a leader. When they had played their childish 
games of stink-finger, it had always been Ellen who initiated the 
finger-fucking, always Ellen who thought up new variations of the game. 

When they had begun having mature feelings of sexual need in their barely 
haired-out twats, it was Ellen's imagination which saw cucumbers, wieners, 
and Italian squash as prick-like instruments with which they fucked 
themselves and each other. 

Now, with Ellen's hungry tongue boring into her, with the dark girl's full, 
soft lips caressing the quickened cunt flesh, she gave herself completely to 
the joy of the moment, her strong young body responding in gentle waves of 
fire and passion. 

She could feel the writhing muscles in Ellen's vagina each time her tongue 
curled into it, and could feel her friend's body stiffen with response each 
time she sucked hard on the cuntal opening, gathering in the wonderful, 
slimy treasure of pussy juice. 

She took her cum-smeared mouth smiling with lust and shining from Charlene's 
generous flow of cum juice, answered: "Go ahead, baby. Don't wait for me!" 

Ellen was happy that she was doing such a good job on the blonde girl. You 
have to have it done to you, she thought, before you can know how to give it 
to someone else. 

She was caught up in a complex web of passion. 

She and Char had always been close, had always gone as far as they dared 
with each other, anxious to learn and to share the fun that springs 
naturally from around a girl's pussy. They had learned to make each other 
cum by experiment and experience, so that when they did finally get hold of 
pseudo documentaries on sex, with their brightly colored photographs showing 
every possible variation, they found that they had little to learn aside 
from medical terms. 

She held Char around her strong young thighs, so beautifully rounded, so 
smooth and warm, and looked deep into the cunt she was devouring with such 
pleasure. 

Its inner lips were swollen and slick, their color now a deep pink because 
all the surface veins were charged with red blood. Charlene was so hot, that 
her little fuck hole, usually closed by bubbly membranes, hung open, softly 
throbbing. 

In a spasm of passion, she suddenly sucked on that open hole with all her 
force, while her chin rubbed the other girl's hard and jerking clitoris. 

She felt Char's body stiffen, then the other girl's arms locked around her 
thighs, and she clung to her friend who was thrashing on the bed. 

"OH. GOD!" Charlene screamed. 

"OH GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY! IT'S SO SWEEEEET! SO WONDERFUL! OOHHHH! OHHHHH! 
OHHHHH! DARLING! DARLING! SUCK IT GOOD! BABY! OH! THAT'S THE PLACE, ELLEN! 
SUCK ME! SUCK ME! AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

The play of strong young muscles and smooth skin on her belly and breasts 
had fired Ellen to the cumming point, also. She had felt the vibrations of 
Char's shouts in the super sensitive lining of her open pussy, and she 
sucked gently on the other girl's cunt, running her tongue softly into all 
the dripping folds of the opening. 

She tried to imagine what it had tasted like to Joe, when he had sucked his 
jism out of her pussy. She knew the taste of her own crotch, as well as 
Char's. Now, having never had more than a bare taste of it before, she knew 
what a mouthful of boy's cum juice was like. 

It was stronger, richer, more flavorful than a girl's. And why not? She had 
heard or read that one discharge from a male's balls contain at least a 
half-million living spermatozoa, the tiny pinpoint of life which fertilizes 
a woman's ovum and creates life in a fetus, which becomes a living, 
squalling, wetting baby. 

She shivered at the thought, remembering most clearly how it had tasted to 
her when Joe had served it to her on his tonguetip, drop by rich drop. And 
the very slight difference when she had sucked it out of him, and the 
undiluted jism had jetted into her mouth and over her taste buds. 

So a girl's cum doesn't stand much comparison with a guy's, she thought. 
Still, Char tastes mighty good. 

She relaxed and let her tongue play slowly and delicately over her friends 
open cunt and all its pinkly dripping surface. She felt marvelously 
comfortable, although there was an orgasm inside her, fighting to get out. 

She moved one hand down and squeezed one of Charlene's pretty titties so 
hard that her friend's body stiffened. But Ellen knew that this pain, just 
short of torture, made a girl's breast shoot messages of fierce joy right 
down through all of the fuck system. She could play with her own titties, 
mauling them until they ached, and get her ovaries off with just one tickle 
of her nervous clit. 

She tried to spread herself more open for the entrance and play of Char's 
tongue, and was rewarded with greater activity. 

Her body was alternately tensing and relaxing as the cunt hungry Char sucked 
and nibbled. The blonde girl had found a way of her own devising to pleasure 
Ellen-drawing her lips tight over her teeth to make them soft, then munching 
up and down the trough of vein-reddened flesh. Ellen couldn't know what was 
happening, but she could feel the intense delight of this new pleasure. 

Suddenly, it became too much. The red ball of invisible fire burst far up in 
her twat, scattering its dark sparks through her mind and body. There was a 
sharp sense of fulfillment, as though her young belly was filled and 
nourished by sensuality, making her feel as if her cunt were wide open, 
pouring joy. 

"OHHH! OHHHH! OHHHH!" She groaned, burying her face as deep in Charlene's 
softly rounded cunt Uds as she could. "OH. BABY, IT'S SOOOO GOOOD! FUCKY! 
FUCKY! FUCKY! SUCKY SUCKY SUCKY! OHHHH! OH, BABY, DO IT TO ME! 
AAARRRGGGHHHH! AAARRRGGGHHHH!" 

When she returned to a normal world, Ellen was lying on her back, her thighs 
spread wide. An exhausted but happy Charlene was lying beside her. One of 
her beautiful young tits mashed between her body and the bed. 

When she smiled at Char, her friend rolled to her and they kissed lovingly, 
like sisters reunited after a long parting. 

Ellen held her friend's sweet young face tenderly between her hands and 
looked at her closely. They could look at each other without guilt, without 
shame, and suddenly the dark girl's heart overflowed with love. 

"I'm so glad we did that," she said intensely. "We both know we're not 
Lesbian. We both know, though, that we've found something marvelous to keep 
and treasure between us!" 

It was almost dark when the girl came home. She came down the sidewalk, her 
young body swaying, unconsciously flaunting her sexual attractiveness. 

Joe Erwin had wondered where she was. After yesterday, he needed some 
promise for the future. He didn't have the least idea of making a choice 
between mother and daughter. He didn't know for sure what a commitment was, 
and wouldn't have wanted to make one if he had. 

But he needed something, he wasn't sure exactly what, to reassure him where 
Ellen was concerned. 

He moved quietly out on to the sidewalk as the girl came up to him and 
slowed, and said in a low voice: "Hello, Ellen." 

She said hello and ducked her head, but he put his arm around her and moved 
into her yard with her, under the trees, where it was darker. There, she 
stopped and faced him. 

He said: "Ellen!" and there must have been some plea in his voice to which 
she responded, for she moved up to him and put her mouth up for him to kiss. 

They stood there in the gathering dark, kissing as if they were trying to 
ask and answer all questions, and then the girl slipped away. 

There was a muted giggle as she ran up on her porch and said: "G'bye!" and 
Joe was left alone, running his tongue over his lips, his interest and 
curiosity whetted at the taste of cunt juice the girl had left behind. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

This had been a pretty good day for Faith Erwin and Dolly Patton. 

It was the last day of the lumberman's convention, and the lumbermen were 
drunk, playful, and generous. Better yet, the afternoon festivities, which 
had begun at noon, finished about four, and their boss, smiling, had told 
them to go home early. 

Now they were outside in Faith's car, and they were both tired and happy. 

"I'm glad it only happens twice a year," Faith said, "but I'm glad it 
happens on our shift. I haven't counted the money exactly, but I think I 
made over fifty bucks in tips." 

"I'll bet you earned it, too, kiddo," the cuddly blonde woman replied. "If 
your guys were anything like mine, you must have finger prints all over your 
ass." She laughed happily. "And one of those dudes went behind their private 
bar and gave me this." 

She reached into a brown bag and produced a full bottle of Scotch. "Let's go 
home and celebrate." 

They had been nibbling off and on all through the afternoon, and neither was 
hungry. And both felt singularly light-hearted. 

They opened the Scotch in the car and began drinking it, from paper cups, 
straight and without chasers. 

As a result, by the time they got to Faith's, they were both a little high. 

"We've got to eat something,!' Faith said, "or this booze will knock us 
right on our big, useful, all-purpose asses." 

Dolly whooped with laughter. "I wish mine got a little more all-purpose use 
than it's been getting. I'll swear, I'm so horny I'd fuck a he-bear if one 
ambled along. Where's good old Joe?" 

"Next door, I imagine. If he isn't at the beach," Faith answered 
matter-of-factly. "There's some sixteen-year-stuff over there, and he's 
taken a sudden interest in it. Here. Have another little drink while I make 
some coffee." 

But Faith never got the coffee done. 

Good Scotch, like any other good liquor, has a strange quality. You often 
get drunk before you know it, simply because the stuff goes down so easily. 

Dolly was passing out with her head lolling to the table when Faith got her 
up and put her in bed in the guest room. She was never a quarrelsome drunk, 
so she very passively and good humoredly went with Faith and fell on the 
bed. 

Faith helped the little woman with the big titties roll over away from the 
edge of the bed, and felt her own senses reel. 

"Gotta make some coffee," she muttered, but before she could get back to the 
kitchen, she found herself in her bedroom, trying to undress. The bed looked 
so comfortable, and she could always get up and make that damned coffee. 

The Redwood Room uniforms are made to order. The management takes pride in 
waitresses with good figures, and orders the uniforms made to the 
individual's measurements. 

Thus, after she got her apron off and the upper part of the under uniform 
unbuttoned, Faith's big boobs felt uncommonly loose and free. 

She was very sleepy, now, but before she yielded to the appeal of her bed, 
she reached behind her and unfastened the bra which kept the big globes of 
soft tittly-flesh from bouncing all over the dignified dining room. It was 
her final effort. So she was wrong about making the coffee. 

But she had been right about Joe. 

He was next door, and he was making time with his lovely young neighbor. 

"Please don't. Joe," Ellen gasped for the twentieth time. He had one hand on 
her breast, and the other one up her dress. They had been kissing, and she 
was almost desperate from the heat that rose in her when she felt his prick. 

"Don't tell me you don't want to fuck," Joe said between his teeth. "I know 
you're as hot as I am." 

"I am, I am," the girl confessed, her beautiful young face flushed. "But I'm 
afraid that just as we get started, my mom'll come home and catch us. That 
would ruin everything." 

"Then I've gotta go," Joe said. "I can take just so much." 

He was unhappy and frustrated, and the big hard-on that had at first felt so 
good, and was now a drag, bothered him. 

He thought that his house seemed strangely still. Mom had told him she might 
get off early, but there was no sound of life anywhere in the house. 

For the sake of comfort, he opened his fly and let his prick swing out, 
stroking it gently, briefly considering jerking off. But he thought of the 
juice cunt he had had his fingers in, and the even juicier split that 
belonged to Frieda, and decided not to. 

He was thinking of the hot, slick hole between Ellen's thighs, and stroking 
his hard prick gently as he went down the hall toward his room. 

What he saw when he glanced into his mother's room brought him up short. 

She was lying pretty much as she had fallen on the bed, having been too far 
gone to move very much. Her uniform skirt was up, quite a bit up, and he 
could see his mother's fine thighs almost to her ass. He could even see the 
line of lace at the bottom of her panties. But more than all this, her 
gorgeous breasts, as big and as firm as Frieda's', were out of the bra, 
tumbling on the bed as she lay on her side, with one leg bent. 

He could not help it. He loved those breasts. Perhaps his preoccupation with 
them dated back to a time he couldn't remember, when he had drawn the 
life-giving milk from them with his baby lips. 

He got fleeting glimpses of them, sometimes when his mother carelessly left 
her door open when she was dressing, sometimes when she came in at night to 
tuck him in like some little kid. 

But here they were, loose and free to his gaze. 

Breathing shallowly, he dropped on his knees by the bed, his face only 
inches from those big, warm boobs. Maybe it was imagination, but there 
seemed to be that same dairy smell about them that had aroused him so with 
Frieda. Or maybe it was a touch of a memory far back beyond consciousness. 

Whatever it was that moved him, it was beyond his control. 

Picking up one of the soft, smooth pillows of flesh with both hands, he 
reverently and tenderly sucked on one of the big nipples, gradually drawing 
it farther and farther back into his mouth, gradually exerting more and more 
suction. 

He was almost frightened by the effect. 

His mother's entire body seemed to move toward him in a sinuous, rolling 
movement, so that one of his hands, entirely without his volition, slid up 
the warm, smooth thigh, feeling the slight drag of skin that came from her 
very light perspiration. 

And his mother, without opening her eyes, pressed his face hard against her 
swollen breasts, then kissed him hard on the mouth, curling her strong 
tongue in to grasp his own. 

For a moment he forgot everything except his hard-on, wanting nothing so 
much as to fuck this hot woman. But her mouth let go of his, and she moaned: 
"Bob! Oh, Bob!" which had been the name of his father. 

For a moment, he nestled his face into the warmth and softness of those 
magnificent breasts, then kissed first one and then the other very tenderly, 
and got up from his knees. 

He was trembling slightly as he got to his feet, and he averte.-his eyes 
from his mother's exposed body as he drew a sheet over her. 

He now thought in desperation of masturbating, just to get the pressure of 
his load of semen off his nuts. He would make it a short one, just to get 
rid of this feeling which had intensified so as he kissed his mother. And 
then he had a thought. 

Aunt Dolly! Woudn't she be here? She and his mother always got drunk 
together, and he remembered her laugh as she had tongued him, and her wiggle 
of delight as he had fingered her cunt. 

He breathed faster as he looked into the guest room. 

There lay the well built little woman, pretty much as his mom had, but with 
a difference. 

His mother's position of exposure had proved that she wore panties. Aunt 
Dolly's position clearly showed that she had on none whatever. 

Both her chubby but beautiful proportioned thighs were drawn up, and her 
thick lipped cunt peeped out provocatively between her solid buttocks. 

Without hesitation, the boy moved to her bedside, caressed the fat, hairy 
lips, and gently burrowed with his fingers into the slickness between them. 

He was delighted. There was as much live, slick goo in that hole as he had 
felt on the other occasion, and there was a distinct movement inside as 
small muscles caressed his fingers. 

The big boy heaved a deep sigh. Here was what he wanted. But he was no fool. 

He went boldly back to his mother's room, purposely stepping as heavily as 
possible. When he got to her door he stepped inside, put his hand on his 
mother's shoulder, and gave her a hard shake. Her marvelous boobs jiggled 
and rolled, but her face remained impassive, even when he called "Mom!" a 
couple of times. 

"That's safe, then," he whispered to himself, grinning. 

He went back to the guest room, where Dolly lay on the bed, and leisurely 
undressed. "If I'm going to fuck you. Aunt Dolly," he said in a normal tone 
of voice, "I'm going to do it right." 

When he was stripped, he got on the bed, on his knees, and held the woman's 
cunt open, marveling at the generosity of her cunt fluids, at the way they 
glistened on the coral pink inner surfaces, so delicately grained, so 
reddened with the flow of her blood through their surface veins. 

In a burst of passion, he lay beside her, but put his face between the 
woman's firm buttocks, and pressed his lips as deeply as he could into this 
flowing cluster of slick cunt flesh, sucking a mouthful of the sweetly 
saline juices into his eager mouth. 

Aunt Dolly's body moved slightly, and a small moan of pleasure gladdened 
Joe's mind. 

He now felt all the control in the world, and with a minimum of impatience, 
he slipped Dolly's apron off and got her dress open, as his mother's had 
been. He left her bra alone, but looked hungrily at the soft line where the 
big boobs crushed together. 

Edging around, he got one leg over the woman's shoulder, and tried to push 
his hard prick between the smooth, warm breasts. He was able to separate 
them with his thumbs, enough to get his cock a couple of inches into that 
haven of warmth and softness, but her skin was dry and he needed 
lubrication. 

He pulled away and kneed his way around to the woman's big, softly muscled 
ass. 

"I'll stick it in your cunt, Aunt Dolly," he said gaily, "and get it greased 
up so I can fuck your titties." He remembered what Frieda had told him, that 
strong language is a part of fucking, and that women like it, too. It was 
too bad that Aunt Dolly couldn't hear it, but it made his pleasure more 
intense. 

The breadth of the woman's hips made her cunt almost the exact height to 
take his prick in. He was amazed at the tightness of her vaginal sphincter, 
having supposed, for some reason, that she would be loose and sloppy. 

He was fascinated as he watched the bright red head of his dick go between 
those fat, hairy lips, seeing them partly dragged into the wet, slick pussy. 
He pulled all the way out so he could look again upon that pink treasure of 
slick flesh and membrane, and a clear thread of her juice dripped down, 
cooling against the inner side of one buttock. 

As long as it was out, he bent down again to kiss that inner portion of her 
pussy that was so slick and pink, and to get another throat-clogging share 
of that thick, delectable odor. The smell of cunt! How delightful, how sweet 
it was! 

On an impulse of lust, he again put his lips between those other lips of 
Dolly's, and licked up and down in that gooey slit. 

As before, the strong, healthy body moved in response, and the unconscious 
woman moaned in her alcoholic stupor. 

He held her thick pussy lips open this time, watching his cock slowly go out 
of sight in that warm, slick hole. All the way in, clear to his nuts, clear 
to the ring of bushy pubic hair around the thick base of his cock. 

It had the same warm feeling as when he let his young prick soak in Frieda's 
cunt, while she was inert from too much fucking. But there was a difference. 

Dolly's body wasn't moving, but those happy, trained muscles inside her were 
enjoying themselves, playing up and down on Joe's shaft. It was like being 
licked with a dozen tiny little tongues, each of them slick and sloppy with 
spit. 

He took it out and the little woman groaned with the pain of separation from 
a beloved object. But, when he again kneed around to the front, and held the 
clamped closure of her fine titties apart and pushed his slick cock in, the 
moan stopped. 

In fact, as he pumped his stiff dick into and out of the warm clasp of that 
mammary warmth, Dolly moved her body exactly as she were consciously fucking 
him with her tits. 

He was lying on his side, and the fact that he was fucking into the tight 
space between her boobs from above, his face was near her cunt, and he 
suddenly thirsted for it, and for the thick, sweet juice which it was 
pouring out so generously. 

He braced himself on one arm and moved Dolly's top leg back until its weight 
carried her torso over, so that she was lying on her back. He loved the way 
her bra kept her tits clamped tightly together, giving him such a warm, 
close-fitting nest of flesh in which to fuck. Now that it was made slick by 
her inner fluids, it was almost as good as her pussy, and it was a novelty. 
His ass and balls were right at Dolly's chin, and he thought of how he had 
reamed his tongue into Frieda's asshole. Or had that been Ellen? It was hard 
to remember, all of this stuff coming so quickly, all of it together. 

But the thought made him wish that Dolly was conscious, so she could lick 
his balls, or his anus. 

He fucked easily between the soft globes of smooth flesh, and held her 
blonde-furred pussy open so that he could lick and suck in it. It occurred 
to him that this was truly a captive woman, that he could do anything with 
her he wanted. 

But he didn't want to cum in between her boobs. He was a considerate boy, 
and he knew it would make Dolly's brassiere messy, so, with no regret, he 
took one last kiss at her warm, slickly flowing pussy and gently backed 
away. 

In a matter of seconds, he was back where he had been, and he had had so 
much pleasure fucking into her as she lay on her side that he moved her back 
into the same position. 

He dabbled with his fingers in the slick, clear, fragrant fluid that was 
slopping up the outer surfaces of her cunt, and was happy to find that 
Dolly's body moved gently as his fingers fucked into her. 

He was so hot, partly from simply being of a hot age, and partly from 
failure with Ellen and success with Dolly, that his control over his orgasm 
was fast leaving him. 

He took his cum-slicked fingers out of the woman he called Aunt Dolly and, 
with his other hand, held her hairy outer lips apart so he could see where 
her clitoris jerked with joy. 

"Baby, you're as hot as I am," he said happily. "I wonder if I can make you 
cum when you're so far out of it." 

Joe got on his knees again and inserted the head of his cock into that 
slick, warm pudding of clinging cunt flesh. As before, he enjoyed the 
tightness of the little entry, and the moving caress of the woman's cuntal 
muscles. 

He pushed into her slowly, and pulled out with great deliberation, making it 
last. It was while he was doing this that his eyes and his curious mind 
began really to see Aunt Dolly's asshole. 

Like most boys, he was always surprised when he read or heard about men 
fucking other men, or fucking women in the ass. He was so literally 
heterosexual that he felt a woman's principle female part, her cunt, would 
be all that a man could reasonably want. But that was before he had tried 
and succeeded with fucking in a cunt, in a woman's mouth, and between her 
breasts. 

As he drew his big cock out, dripping with pussy juice, he saw the rosy, 
puckered little entry into Dolly's rectum. It was simply too inviting to 
pass up. 

When he took his hard prick out, again getting the same little whine of 
protest, he tried to stick it into the tightness of Dolly's anal sphincter. 
It went in part way, perhaps more than an inch, but there it hung, and the 
woman thrashed on the bed, flailing out with her arms and mumbling. 

With his heart thudding in excitement, Joe reached into Dolly's pussy with 
two fingers and brought them out dripping with the clear, slick juice, which 
he dabbed plentifully on the twitching anus. Another handful of her slick 
juice went onto his cockhead, and a third handful to annoint his hard stem. 

And this time, he placed his thumbs on either side of the tight little 
shitter and opened it up until the slick head went deeply into her, and the 
slick cuntal fluids took care of the rest. 

He was afraid for a moment that the unconscious woman might regain her 
senses, but there was such a gut-deep joy in the fact that he, Joe Erwin, 
was fucking a grown woman in the ass that he forgot his fears. 

There was a peculiar charm in this kind of fucking. The entry was so very, 
very tight. No wonder it had almost waked Dolly up when he had first tried 
to get it in her. Inside it was comparatively loose, but there seemed to be 
some ridged flesh or membrane that felt wonderful to his peter, and he sawed 
away gently, letting his movements bring his cock right out to the tight 
part, then rock back into the ridged section. 

It occurred to him that the woman's clitoris was not operational at all. and 
he dug his fingers into the convulsing entry to her twat while his thumb 
rubbed gently on her little love-bud. 

Through her alcoholic haze, Dolly Patton felt the enormous pressure of a big 
prick on some of the most erotic nerves in her body, and her body was 
responding even though her mind was left behind. And, just when it felt the 
best, something struck through her fuck system like a lightning flash-the 
caressing touch of a purposeful thumb on her clit. 

Passed out or not, a cum is still a cum to a hot woman. She never knew what 
happened, but her body was not on the same trip as her mind, and her body 
knew. 

As young Joe Erwin was raised to tremendous heat by his frustration with 
Ellen, his brief and inconclusive passage with his mother, and the extreme 
salaciousness of fucking an unconscious woman. 

"OHHHH!" he cried as the long delayed burst of semen ripped up from his 
balls, through his tubes, and out of the spurting red head. "OHHH! OHHHH! 
OH, GOD! AUNT DOLLY! YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME! SO SWEET! OH, GOD! AUNT DOLLY! 
FORGIVE ME, GOD, FOR WHAT I'VE DONE! AND THANKS, AUNT DOLLY!" 

He fell over, across his make-believe aunt, and the tightness of her asshole 
forced his prick out. The woman was still twitching and moaning, and when he 
thoughtfully put two fingers back into her pussy, she gave a comfortable 
little growl and lay still. 

Joe had a fuzzy idea growing in his mind. 

He had thought about sex for most of his life, and had been frightened by 
it. Now, in just a few days, he had fucked a sweet and tender school girl, 
her mother, and one of his own mother's best friends. Considering his 
mother's amazing reaction when he had merely sucked on her breast, he 
thought he could have fucked her, too. 

He had always been afraid of girls because he had thought that they had 
thought that sex was, somehow, wicked and terrible. 

Now he knew better. 

Women liked sex and wanted it, the same as men did. John had been right when 
he had said: "They'll all fuck, once you get it in 'em!" It had made him 
mad, at first, because he had instantly thought of his mother. 

He could never bring himself to do that, to fuck his mother, but it was a 
step ahead that he could accept her as a sexual being, a human like himself. 

"If I had waited until Aunt Dolly sobered up," he said in a whisper, "I 
could still have fucked her." 

It made him happier about all that had happened. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

In the normal course of events, Frieda would have found out soon enough that 
Ellen had made herself a more or less successful rival for Joe's affections. 
Two women in the same house can't both screw the same guy and keep it a 
secret for very long. But circumstances hurried the climax. 

Ellen kept her own room clean as well as helping with the general housework. 
But, from time to time, Frieda felt she had a right to give a brief 
inspection to make sure that her daughter was keeping her part of the 
bargain-to keep her room clean in exchange for privacy. 

So it was with no thought of snooping that Frieda came into Ellen's room on 
this particular day. 

She looked here and there, nodding approval at Ellen's neatness, until her 
eye caught sight of an envelope thrust partly under a junk jewelry box on 
the girl's dresser. 

It had a familiar look. When Frieda saw its one-word address, in her 
handwriting, she knew immediately almost all that had happened. What else 
was there to think? 

The girl was old enough and smart enough to understand immediately the full 
meaning of the letter. She was also bold enough, it occurred to Frieda, to 
grasp at this chance for adventure. 

Frieda had a pretty good idea that Ellen was, technically at least, a 
virgin. Far from deterring her, this fact would only make the idea more 
attractive. The older a virgin becomes, the closer she comes to the loss-or 
gift-of her virginity, Frieda knew. 

She was a pragmatist. She had no more idea of keeping Ellen a virgin than 
whe had of flying to the moon, and yet there was a certain sadness that it 
had had to happen this way. Ellen was sixteen, and a smart girl, but she was 
still a child. Frieda was amused and titillated by what she knew, but under 
this, there was a slow-burning anger that the girl had, in effect, taken her 
mother's boy friend. And there was definite anger at Joe. 

She took the letter into her room and thought about certain small 
indications. 

When Joe had come over, later that afternoon, he had not mentioned the 
letter. He probably had never known about it. But he had been very cool and 
grown up. So, he must have gone through quite a time with Ellen, acting the 
part of her mother. 

Damn the girl! Why did she have to be so smart? 

And there was another thing about Joe. He had not been so eager, nor so 
grateful. He must have been aware, by this time, that it was Ellen who had 
entertained him in this bedroom with the thick drapes, which could make a 
nighttime gloom in the room. 

No, Joe had been different. 

She shuddered with lust, thinking how great he had been that day. She had 
intended giving him a real fuck, but he had demanded it. She had been very 
hot, too, having held off this particular segment of Joe's sex education. 

And her daughter had beaten her to this fountain of goodies, the strong 
young football player's prick. Some of her anger began to focus on Ellen. 

Joe had been-well, you could say he was cool. But he had certainly given her 
a tremendous fuck. He had the cum control of a grown man accustomed to 
plentious sex. 

She was furious with him, too, for what he had done, although she suspected 
that he had simply been trapped in the simplest trap ever conceived-going 
into a darkened room expecting to find a cunt, and finding one. And using 
it. In the night all cats are grey. 

She paced the floor. She was angry with Joe, and angry with Ellen for the 
sly trick the girl had played. And still, Ellen was her daughter, a child 
who needed protection. 

She eyed the clock. She had been home almost half an hour. Joe usually was 
Johnny-on-the-spot when she arrived. Had she already lost him? 

She heard his bike tires whirring into his drive, and felt relieved. This 
was a confusing time. But there was a glowing heat in her vagina and between 
her cunt lips that all the anger in the world could not call out. 

Some sense of humor came to her rescue, and she awaited Joe in her bedroom, 
naked, and with the drapes again drawn to create a deep gloom, She wondered 
how Ellen had been able to imitate her voice, and then it came to her. 
Whispering disguises any voice. 

So, when Joe fumbled his way into her room, his eyes blinded by coming in 
from the bright sunlight, she whispered: "Here I am, darling! Get out of 
your clothes and come here." 

He was there in a rush, his stalwart young body almost entirely free from 
hair except around his cock, his young sweat a heady fragrance to her. 

Her body was hot and ready, and she took his hard cock in her hand, kissing 
it blindly in the gloom, taking its length into her mouth. 

He had his hands all over her, kneading her responsive tits, groping in her 
flowing, soft-lipped cunt, delving farther and deeper, into the crack of her 
ass. 

"Oh, baby," he whispered, "let me get it in you! Let me fuck you!" And he 
flung himself on her as she drew his prick right to the throbbing entry of 
her pussy. 

She was tolerably certain that he did not know who was in the bed, nor whom 
he was fucking, but now she did not care. The stretch his big dick gave her 
vagina, the way he pounded it into her, answered all her immediate 
questions. Her body yearned for this meeting, this fire poured on her fire 
to make it hotter and sweeter. 

The boy was not deceived. He had seen Ellen at the school playground, in a 
Phys Ed class, as he pedalled his way home. He knew that this was not Ellen 
pretending to be Frieda, but the other way around, and in a strange way, it 
tickled him, although it made him wary. 

This meant that Frieda knew about Ellen's little game and the part he had 
played in it, and although he was only a kid, he realized that there was 
something explosive and dangerous in the situation. But his prick did not 
care, nor his other senses. 

He was horny, and the dark, somehow, made him hornier. It felt good to lie 
on this solid body, and to pump his cock into and out of this tight and 
juicy fuck hole. There were the big breasts to play with, there was that 
potent, seductive odor of hot cunt to stimulate him. 

He remembered how he had bungholed Dolly Patton, and how, even in her 
drunken stupor, she had cum, her body alive with the fire of orgasm. So he 
knew that women liked sex. And therefore, no matter what Frieda might say 
afterward, she could not deny that she liked him, or liked his dick. 

He was so wrapped in the sexuality of the' darkened scene that he began to 
have the pre-cum itch sooner than he expected. The woman's labored breathing 
was in his ear, and her practiced cunt muscles were gripping and sliding on 
his hard dick. 

"OH, GOD!" he gasped. "OH, FRIEDA! I'M CUMMING! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! FUCK ME! OH, 
OH, OH!" 

The woman was in too high a heat of fiery fuck power to know or care that he 
had called her by name. She felt his hardy young peter expand, felt the hot, 
liquid gush of his semen against her womb and the walls of her vagina. She 
was fucking up and pulling down with all the strength of her powerful back 
muscles and thighs, and she was responding with all the cuntal fury in her. 

"AHHHHH! AHHHHH! THIS IS IT, BABY! GIVE IT TO MEEE! OHHHHH! GIVE IT TOOO 
MEEEE! AAARRFRRGGGHHH!" 

After the last drop of Joe's thick, rich semen had been forced out into her 
cunt, Frieda lay passive, only her inner cunt muscles moving languidly, in 
small aftershocks of orgasm. 

Now she could remember that he had called her Frieda, that he had not been 
deceived. Well, what difference did that make? She had been fucked, and 
fucked well, and now they could play out his simple little drama which only 
affected to be loving. 

"Didn't fool you, did I Joey?" she asked, her voice rich with sarcasm. "Not 
as much as Ellen did, right? Well, come on. You never did think I was Ellen, 
did you?" 

He had no answer. This was a challenge. 

And he had known it was Frieda. Simply because Ellen, with no need to fool 
him any longer, would have had the drapes open and the lights on. But he 
couldn't tell Frieda that. 

"Ellen?" he said, blustering a little. "What about Ellen? What's she got to 
do with me? With us?" 

"Listen, you two-timing little sneak!" Frieda cried. "Don't make it worse by 
lying! Oh, damn it Joe, we could have had it so good! So perfect! Why did 
you have to ruin it?" 

He was confused. 

"What'd I do?" he asked. "You know as well as I do that it was Ellen that 
tricked me. Made me think she was you. I'm not some kind of a mind reader!" 

Frieda was, for the moment, intrigued. 

"You actually couldn't tell the difference?" she asked. This was praise, 
indeed, to be taken lor your own sixteen-year-old daughter in that most 
unusual comparison-in bed, and fucking. 

"No," Joe answered sullenly. "Oh, maybe one or two things. But they were, 
uh, just little matters. "Like your boobs are a little bigger than Ellen's. 
And maybe your, uh, your hips." He flushed. "That's all." 

"Joe," Frieda said, "I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you. You've 
gotten my daughter's cherry, if she had one. But considering she's my 
daughter, maybe her virginity was technical. Do you know what I'm talking 
about?" 

"I don't think she'd ever fucked before," Joe replied. "It sounds crazy, but 
that's what I think." 

On impulse, Frieda held his face and kissed him. 

"This can't go on," she said. "You screwing my daughter. I may not be the 
greatest mother in the world, but I have to draw the line some place. 
Listen, Joe, I've got a deal for you." 

Joe moved his body slightly and his prick, still half hard, moved inside 
Frieda's cunt. He could feel the warm, delicious sloppiness as he wallowed 
in his own thick jism in that mature cunt. 

"Go on," he said. 

Frieda cleared her throat. "Damn you and your cock," she said. "Some ways, I 
wish I'd never met you. But you're okay. I'm really not all that mad at you. 
I think. You say there's no real difference in me and Ellen. And I've got to 
do all I can to protect her. She's my daughter. Protect her against herself, 
if you don't mind a somewhat hypocritical sounding phrase. Okay?" 

"I dig," the boy responded. 

She kissed him again. "So, listen, Joe. Suppose I give you everything you 
could possibly want, sexwise, even some things you may never have thought 
of? As much as you could expect to get, under ordinary circumstances, from 
any two women. How's that sound?" 

He briefly wondered if she thought of having him fuck her in that brown 
butthole of hers, as he had with Aunt Dolly. Or between her big, smooth 
titties. 

"It sounds nice," the boy said. "But what do you want me to do? Leave Ellen 
alone? And why?" 

"Damn it, because I can't simply condone someone screwing my daughter in my 
own bed. In my own house. Okay, I can't stop her from fucking. I know that. 
My parents couldn't stop me. But can't you see, Joe, I have to stop you two. 
I'm offering you a pretty good swap. I could just tell your mother, and 
she'd stop you." 

"You wouldn't do that," Joe said uncomfortably. His mother was plenty 
broadminded, but there was something about this that she might not like. 

"I'll do worse than that, if I have to," Frieda threatened. "I'll talk to 
the principal. And the coach." 

Joe got off the woman, his limbering cock spilling its dripping juice all 
over Frieda's flanks and belly. With a moan, she took the big, softening 
thing in her mouth and sucked it, then turned it in her hand, cleaning it 
carefully. He thought briefly of that slick, warm cunt full of cum juice, 
and wished he could suck it out. But the vibes didn't seem exactly right to 
him. 

After he had dressed and left, Frieda thought of her next hurdle, and 
wondered if she could get over it as well as she seemed to have with Joe. 

She sat on the toilet and let the combined juices of Joe's cock and her own 
pussy drain out. She even caught a handful and sipped at it, but it was not 
as exciting for one as for two. 

When it was all gone, she wiped herself carefully with a damp wash cloth, 
and dressed. 

She walked into Ellen's room without knocking, as soon as she heard the girl 
come in, and told her in a few words that she knew the score, what had 
happened and how. And Ellen met her anger with coolness and a baffling 
question. 

"So what?" the daughter asked the mother. 

Frieda kept her voice level. 

"So, you drop Joe. That's final. You can find another boy. But you're not 
going to screw under my roof." 

"If you'd rather I screwed in the streets, or on a blanket at the beach, I 
can," the girl countered willfully. "It's being done, you know." 

The girl made an elaborate pretense of studying her nails. 

"And if you get too tough, I can always run away from home. A girl like me, 
I can always find a place to sleep, and food to eat." 

Frieda was sick at heart. She had bungled this badly, and she knew it. But 
she could not backtrack too swiftly. 

She took a different slant. 

"Okay, kiddo," she said. "You've got me. You know I won't do anything to run 
you off. But we've always had a pretty good relationship. I won't do 
anything to spoil it if you won't." 

I hope she understands the meaning of that, Frieda said in the quiet of her 
mind. I know I don't. 

Now that the contest was out in the open, Ellen felt brave and grown up. She 
felt a bit strange, too, having defied her mother openly for the first time 
since she was a baby, throwing tantrums. Because her mother had always been 
reasonable, and Ellen loved her for it. Still, she couldn't be forced to 
give Joe up. 

She boldly went through the hedge and, when Joe came to the door she said: 
"Kiss me, baby! I want to fuck!" 

Joe gasped. "Are you trying to get me killed?" he asked. "Your mom is onto 
both of us, and she's got me scared." 

"Baloney!" hooted Ellen. "She's jealous. She wants your hard peter, Joe, 
don't you see? Get one of your friends to breed her. You know that cute guy, 
John Cox? Play the same trick on her that I did on you!" 

Perhaps because he had regained some of his courage, perhaps it was to do a 
good turn for a friend, but Joe talked to John about it. 

And met with enthusiastic agreement. 

"Remember, I'll phone her and make a date. See, she's already promised to do 
anything I ask her to. I'll tell her I want to fuck her in the back seat of 
a car. She parks in a driveway away from her bedroom. When it's dark, go 
meet her there. It gets really dark under those trees, and there's not a 
light on our street. No moon, either. Just be there with your cock out and 
ready. If it's not hard, baby, she'll know it's not me." 

As a result, Frieda was rather pleased when Joe called her. He was a 
precious possession-a truly horny kid who, after banging her this afternoon, 
wanted her again tonight. Horny and tractable. For he had said: "I, uh, told 
Ellen it was all off between us," he said. But in the back seat of a car? 

"You said you'd do it any way I said," Joe reminded her. "Any time, any 
place, any way." 

She gave in quickly, more thrilled than she could say about the prospect of 
reliving her school days. Fucking in the back seat of a car! Delightful! And 
so easy. Head and shoulders in a corner, one foot on the floor, another on 
top of the back seat. As she thought of it, her pussy throbbed, and a 
leakage of fuck juice drooled coolly down her inner thigh. 

It sure as hell was dark under these thick trees, John Cox mentally agreed. 
His heart was pounding. Seaside is a small place, small enough for most of 
the locals to know each other by sight. John knew Frieda, and felt she was 
the best looking, probably the hottest looking woman her age in Seaside. And 
his mouth had watered as he listened to Joe's account of what Frieda liked. 

He found the car in the dark and got in the back seat, opening his fly and 
letting his half-hard prick out of its hiding place. 

And Frieda, when she came out, finding the car easily because it was 
familiar ground, opened her arms to the blur in the dark. 

There was not noticeable difference in the way John kissed her. After all, 
Joe didn't know too much, but he had learned a lot in the past few days. 
Mostly, it was just confidence. 

There wasn't any difference in the size of Joe's cock and John's either. 
Frieda would have noticed a difference in size. 

But this boy was adept, and again the woman thought of how much a male 
instinctively knows. 

Her thought was that Joe was smart, but that she might be smarter. This cock 
that was going into her was very satisfactory. She was hot most of the time, 
and she had been even hotter since Joe had called. And it was fantastic how 
deep a guy's cock could go into you in the position, her ass an inch up off 
the seat, simply because she was straining to get all of it. 

For John, it was exquisite, the softness and slickness of the inner cunt 
lips, their welcoming flow of juice which made the tight hole so easy to get 
into. And especially the practiced play of cunt muscles on his throbbing 
dick. 

They were kissing, his tongue deep in her throat, and his hand was massaging 
one of her marvelous boobs. And she was fucking him as he had never been 
fucked before. 

Old Joe was right.Older women knew what to do and how to do it. 

And Frieda, quietly amused at a joke she now understood, simply fucked and 
kissed and fucked some more. And enjoyed it. 

She stopped kissing the boy long enough to whisper: "You're so marvelous, 
darling! You fuck divinely, and I love your big, hard peter. Are you going 
to suck out your jism and feed it to me?" 

And John, who had blown his mind when Joe had told him of this tender payoff 
to a first rate fuck, gasped: "You know it, baby! Every drop that goes in, 
I'll get out and give to you!" 

He had let his shorts and slacks drop, and his naked loins rubbed on the 
warm smoothness of Frieda's thighs. He could feel that they were both 
sweating, and it made this rubbing seem hotter, more human, as flesh moved 
on flesh. 

He whispered: "Are you uncomfortable, with your head all scrunched down in 
that corner? Would you like to get up and sit on it? 

It goes in even deeper, that way." 

"I'd love to try anything new, dear," Frieda whispered. "But I hate to take 
it out, even for a minute." He gave a spiralling thrust up, her cunt 
clasping the boy's cock. 

She had been sure for some time that this wasn't Joe, who would hardly have 
been so considerate. But she liked whomever it was. Liked his nice, big, 
hard cock, and his avidity for sex, and she wanted to know who he was. 

"This way is fine," she panted. "I love the way your dick is rubbing me. All 
the way up, all the way down. I'm going to cum in a minute or two. How about 
you? Do you want to hold it, or will you shoot when I do?" 

John sank it in her, deep and hard. It was marvelous. Tight enough to grip 
his cock firmly, so juicy that it went in with an oiled friction. He had 
never, he told himself, had it so good. 

In this position, with one knee on the car floor and one on the seat, his 
own thighs were spread wide. But Frieda, with her left leg raised to the top 
of the back seat, was opened even wider. 

John's belly was on the woman's belly, his thighs rubbing her thighs, and 
his cock was in her Clear to the roots. He was going straight in, too, 
instead of coming down on her, and his hard tool was striking her cervix at 
every thrust, a gut deep twist of pain and pleasure that Frieda adored. 

His balls were rubbing in her greasy ass crack, wet with the juices which he 
pumped out of her with every stroke. She felt a trembling in the muscles on 
the inside of her thighs, a rising of sensuality in her belly, deep in her 
pelvic floor, and a corresponding intensity of feeling around her clit. "One 
or two more, darling," she whispered frantically. "OH! OH! OH! THAT'S IT, 
BABY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMM! OHHHHH! DARLING! DARLING! FUCK IT INTO ME, 
BABY! FUCK ME HARD, HARD, HARD! OOOOHHHHH! OOOOHHHHH! SOOOO GOOOODD! A A 
ARRRGGGHHH! AA ARRRGGGHHH!" 

She felt the big boy's cock jerk with feeling as she started to orgasm, and 
through the red mist of exploding passion, she felt the hot, slick shots of 
his rich semen shoot into her, washing her cunt walls, showering the mouth 
of her womb. 

In her frenzy, she locked her strong, beautiful legs around him, her heels 
driving his loins at her, helping him to sink his cock deeper and deeper. 

And John unaccustomed to such mature heat running wild, was almost 
frightened by the intensity of the woman's sex burst. 

Now he lay on her belly, her cunt throbbing gently around his prick, feeling 
her body tremble from the force of her fires let loose. Her big breasts 
seemed to be even larger, bloated from the heat that had swept them both, 
the nipples feeling as big as his thumbs. 

He whispered in her ear: "Now I'll suck it all out of you and tongue it into 
your mouth. Is that what you want?" 

She kissed him rapturously. "Yes!" she answered positively. "Oh, yes! And go 
all over me down there as you suck it out. Don't be in too big a hurry!" she 
patted his cheek. "Don't worry about your dickie, my darling. I'll clean 
that up for you, afterward." 

She moved farther down in the seat, letting her head straighten, and gasped 
with sheer ecstasy as she felt the big boy's mouth close on all her spread 
of pussy lips. She was glad, now, that it wasn't Joe. This one was just as 
good, and she still had at least a share of the other boy. She grinned in 
the dark at the joke being played on her, happy to be aware of it, happy to 
go along with it. 

She suddenly had a sharp feeling as if she were being turned inside out, and 
realized that her mystery lover had applied his lips to her cunt hole and 
sucked as hard as he could, bringing the cunt walls together, rubbing aching 
nerves together. 

Her hands played with his curly hair and his ears, and she gently hunched 
her ass up, getting more general pressure from his face as she brought her 
open cunt up to it. 

He made an odd sound as he rose from her crotch, and his blurred face came 
down to her. She opened her lips and let his tongue begin the delightful 
task of feeding her his jism. 

When it was all finished, to the final drop, she sucked his tongue gently 
and whispered: That was lovely, darling! Every time we do that, it thrills 
me more and more." 

They lay together entwined, kissing, and Frieda at last took the boy's 
smeared cum cock in her hand. The juice was sticky and warm, and she bent 
and sucked it into her mouth delicately, enjoying the baby-like warmth of 
the heavy cock, now losing its hardness, but still fat and solid. The taste 
of her cunt juice and his semen made a delightful cocktail of sex, and she 
mouthed the softening morsel while she slowly ran her tongue around it. 

There was the sharp, arousing scent of sweated balls and active crotch, and 
her hand closed gently around the big eggs in their wrinkled sac as she 
slowly sucked the big peter. 

It was while she was thus engaged that a big, wide bar of bright light came 
from a. front window in her house, and Frieda, her face in an understanding 
smile turned to the boy, who had gathered his slacks at his waist and seemed 
ready to flee. 

For, in that lighted room, there were Joe and Ellen, and it was obvious from 
the frantic look of Joe's face that he was as much taken aback as John. 
Ellen, her hand on the light switch, also seemed to realize she had 
blundered. 

Frieda eyed the discomfited boy kindly, and laid her hand on his shrunken 
cock. 

"It's all right," she whispered. "I was never fooled, baby, not after I had 
my hand on your sweet cock. You're circumsized. Joe isn't. It was a joke on 
me, or that's what it was meant to be. And it backfired. 

She kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth. 

"If you hadn't been clipped off clean, maybe I wouldn't have realized," she 
whispered, trying not to laugh. "But now, I'm glad it turned out this way. 
Now I have a new friend, right?" 

The big boy swallowed hard, his face showing his relief. 

"You better believe it, lady," he delcared. "A real friend!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

There was a coldness between Frieda and Ellen that neither liked, but which 
neither could resolve by apology. Nobody talked about what had happened. 
Having been a part of what should have been a joke, but wasn't, Ellen was 
afraid to try to talk to her mother. 

And Frieda, who actually felt a little triumphant about having turned the 
joke on the others, couldn't very well open the subject. 

There had always been warmth, understanding, and friendship between mother 
and daughter and it pained both of them to be coldly polite and distant with 
one another. But there was too much between them for parental or filial love 
to gloss over. Mothers and daughters both have cunts, and both need 
attention. But, such is the nature of the relationship, it is, by ancient 
and hypocritical custom, a taboo subject between them. 

If Frieda could have laughed and hugged and kissed her child and said: "I 
know that you cooked up that gag, and it was a good one. John is just as 
good a screw as Joe. Have you tried him?" It would have smoothed everything 
out. 

The main trouble was that it affected everyone to some extent. 

Joe came over as before, ostensibly to see Frieda, but he always saw Ellen 
before the day was over, and they were uncomfortable with each other. And 
finally, after several days of strain and deep pussy hunger, Frieda broke 
the ice. 

"I know what you and Ellen had in mind," she said to Joe on a midday when he 
slipped through the hedge and into her bedroom. "I know it's made both you 
and Ellen feel silly, since nothing was accomplished except that that nice 
boy, John Cox, got a good piece of tail. At least, he seemed to like it." 

She held out her lovely arms to Joe, and he came to her with a rush, his 
heart warming. glad to be on better terms with Frieda. 

He put his strong arms around her and felt her ass, cupping one firm buttock 
in each hand. It gave a feeling of openness and stretch to all the goodies 
in the crease between those firm globes, a feeling of warmth to her asshole 
as well as her cunt. 

"Now," she said after kissing the boy, "that's more like it, I'm so horny I 
don't have much pride left. And from the swelling in that nice, big dick of 
yours, I'd say that you're in the same boat." 

And young Joe, puzzled and frustrated over the impasse that had separated 
them, was glad to join in. 

"I'm glad we're friends again," he said. "What we did was sort of rotten, I 
guess. I think our idea was to help everybody out, but it just made 
everybody mad at each other." 

He bent his head to her breasts, which showed in the scoop neck of her 
blouse, and kissed the rounded upper slope of one of them. 

Frieda patted his head and pressed it to her breasts, which was warm and 
tingly with her need. 

"Come on to bed," she whispered. "Right now, I don't feel mad at anybody. My 
God! How hot I am! Feel me, baby, between my legs!" 

She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs apart so he could get at her 
cunt with no trouble. She did not have any panties on, and the fat, rubbery 
lips of her cunt were in a lather of pussy juice. 

The boy stroked up and down in the incredible slickness and softness of the 
juicy inner lips, his cock rising steadily. He felt free of spirit, now, and 
his fingers eagerly sought the entrance to her vagina, finding it alive with 
rippling muscle. 

"Oh, God! I. can't wait!" Frieda groaned. "Don't bother to undress. Here, 
let me open my blouse so you can suck on my titties, and just push your 
pants down. Let's fuck with our clothes on!" 

He was on his knees on the bed, now, and she helped him unfasten his belt 
and shove the soft, faded denims down, as well as his shorts. His prick 
stood out at a forty-five degree angle from his belly, rock-hard, the big 
red head shining. 

He looked down at the woman, and knew no words could ever describe the 
earthy beauty of a hot and partly naked woman, her cunt open with desire 
between spread thighs. Her big boobs rolled out on each side of her ribcage, 
the nipples swollen, the blue veins showing in the soft, white flesh. 

Frieda took his hard prick in her warm hand. 

"Come on, baby," she moaned. "Stick that big, pretty thing in me! OOOOHHH! 
IT FEELS SO GOOOOD!" 

Her ass and hips were working in a measured side-to-side and back-and-forth 
motion, getting the rub of the boy's big cock on every inch of the tender 
cunt. He was grinding in hard, his mound pressing on her clit, so that every 
nerve center was occupied. 

"Uuuunnnhhh! Unnnhhh!" the boy grunted. 

At each stroke into that tight, slick hole, he felt the soft pressure roll 
back the skin to expose the sensitive head, while the flow of her cunt oil 
made the gentle friction delightful. 

"Play with my titties, darling," the woman begged, holding them up from her 
sides with both hands. "OOOHHH! THAT'S IT! OHHHHH! GOOOOOD! GOOOOOD! OH, 
JOEY BABY, FUCK ME HARD!" 

She was so hot that she was already cumming, a long burst of pure orgasmic 
fire that ripped through her cuntal area. Her strong back and thigh muscles 
were slamming her cunt up at him and then drawing it down, so that he was 
sawing against the upper portion, near the clit, and the lower rim, where 
the important pelvic nerves bunched and responded. 

He felt triumphant that he was making this gorgeous woman shoot her load 
while he remained in control of his. His prick was swelling in her, making 
her narrow passage seem even tighter, so that he was grateful for the 
plenteous juice which lubricated her. 

The strong and lovely scents of fucking were wreathing around both of 
them-the scent of cunt and cock, of sweat and sweated ass crack, and that 
indescribable woman perfume which makes carnal love such a banquet of the 
senses. 

She kissed him passionately as her orgasm throbbed it final spurt of 
sensuality, and her cunt muscles played lingeringly up and down his hard 
cock. 

"That was so beautiful, Joey!" she exclaimed. "You're such a man! I love it 
when you fuck me!" 

He shifted his body easily, still rubbing the hard dick against her 
tenderest nerves, now doubly sensitive from their excercise. 

"Am I better than Johnny?" he asked, grinning, and Frieda, now feeling more 
human and easy about the joke that went wrong, playfully slapped at him and 
said: "I promised not to tell!" 

She held him to her, happy to feel his hard, heavy young body pressing on 
hers, thrilled by the delightful pain she felt when he crushed one of her 
swollen breasts between them. 

When she felt her vaginal muscles tighten again and felt the harshly 
beautiful demands of her cum nerves, she bit his .ear and whispered: "Fuck 
me some more, Joey! Give me that big, hard cock of yours 'way up in my guts 
again! OH GOD!" she screamed as he lunged deep into her, "THAT'S WHAT I 
WANT, BABY! THAT'S IT!" 

He drove deep into her again and again, striking hard with his cushioned 
cockhead against her womb, bringing deep grunts of love and satisfaction 
from her clenched lips. 

She felt a surge of joy as she felt his mastery, and was once more happy 
that fate had brought her this boy who needed her as badly as she needed 
him. But she began to wonder when he was going to cum. 

She held his face in her hands as he bore down on her body, and kissed him 
lovingly, her strong tongue going deep into his mouth. There was an instant 
in each stroke when his cock came almost all the way out of her, its head 
hanging up on the tightness of her vaginal sphincter. 

She began to concentrate on this, anxious to feel his hot, rich juice pour 
into her. Each time she brought her loins up, she went a little farther, 
feeling the grip as her cunt clung to the head of his prick. 

In a matter of a few minutes, he was banging into her with increasing desire 
and pleasure. 

"I don't know what you're doing, Frieda," he gasped, his cheek against hers 
as his hands once more sought and found her big, softly firm breasts, "but 
it's marvelous! UUUNNNNHHHHH! OOOH! BABY, I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME! CUM WITH 
ME! OHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 

He was hunching as hard as he could, now, his cock going in deep, shooting a 
load of the hot, thick seed at each plunge. 

Frieda was cumming, too, her body and mind concentrated on this intensity of 
pleasure, the goal of all human desire. 

"DARLING!" she gasped, her body writhing aginst Joe, her cunt trying to 
expand and take him all inside her. "DARLING! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE 
IT SO! PLEASE! PLEASE! KEEP SHOVING! OH, GOD, HOW GREAT IT IS! FUCK ME, YOU 
LOVELY BOY!" 

They were exhausted with love when their bodies were still. 

Sweat poured off them both, and they felt that indescribable sense of 
fulfillment, when one more stroke on sated nerves would be a pain too great 
to bear. 

Frieda's strong body shivered as a tiny afterglow of orgasm flushed through 
her fuck system. She put her arms around Joe's neck and kissed his nose. 

"Darling," she whispered, "are you going to suck all that wonderful jism out 
of my pussy and squirt it down my throat?" 

Joe grinned. "Don't I always?" he countered. "I love it s much as you do." 

He pulled out his dripping cock slowly. 

"Wow!" he breathed. "That feels so good! And look at the juice!" 

Frieda patted his cheek. 

"Remember," she whispered, "we haven't been fucking for a few days. You've 
saved it up." 

She shivered inwardly. I hope that's true, she thought. He could have been 
banging Ellen. 

She held his juice smeared cock daintily and leaned over to lick off the 
first and thickest film of sticky delight. She looked up at him and smiled. 

"I can feel it trickling out of my cunt," she whispered. "It tickles and 
itches. Go after it, lover boy!" 

She spread her thighs again, showing the red veined inner cunt lips as they 
protruded out between the thick, hairy flaps. 

"Here it is baby," she breathed. "Come and get it." 

He lay beside her, his lips covering her flowing fuck hole, and began to 
suck. He had not gotten the first mouthful when they heard the clang of the 
wrought iron front gate. 

Frieda glanced at the clock and a little scream escaped her. 

"My God!" she cried in a stricken voice. "It's Ellen! Quick, Joey baby! Hide 
in my bathroom!" 

When he was in, his slacks and shorts pulled up, he felt a little less 
panicky. After all if he had been fucking Ellen, and her mother came in, he 
would have felt trapped. But he felt this was different. The mother was the 
boss. 

He heard Ellen's voice asking a question, and heard Frieda's reply: "I'm 
here, dear, in my bedroom, Just taking a nap before I have to go back to 
wark." 

He heard the bedroom door open and close, and heard the two woman chatting 
as they went to the front of the house. As their voices receded, he 
cautiously opened the door and slipped down the hall to the kitchen, where 
he let himself out quietly. Another minute and he was safe on his own side 
of the hedge, grinning with satisfaction. 

He had not had time to transfer the mixture of semen and Frieda's pussy 
juice to her, and realized he had swollowed it. He licked his lips with 
satisfation. It had been good and wholesome, and might, for all he knew, be 
a way of replacing his lost seed. 

He walked through his home. He looked into the room where he had fucked Aunt 
Dolly and, in the end, had cornholed her. It was a hot thought, and it made 
his dick, so recently depleted, rise again. 

He stroked it idly, and thought of another woman, a younger one-Ellen. 

He had talked to her since the debacle of John screwing her mother, but only 
when Frieda was present. They seemed to have lost something they once had, 
and he regretted it. After all, he had as much right to fuck her as Frieda. 
True, the first time he had had his cock in her had been trickery, on her 
part. 

He thought of the firmness of her young body, the smooth, warm titties, as 
big as Frieda's. He thought of the natural tightness of her young pussy. Not 
putting Frieda down, just making a natural comparison. 

He went out through the Erwin back door, and through the hedge. He wondered 
whether to know or not, since he and Ellen were harldy on the same friendly 
terms, and decided not to. 

He went in through their kitchen and down the hall. When he got to Frieda's 
room, he grinned. This would be the greatest, he thought, fucking Frieda and 
then coming back a half hour later to fuck her daughter. He went on to 
Ellen's room and found her, an odd smile on her sweet young face, as if she 
had a private joke. Or as if she had been expecting him. He hoped she had, 
for she was stripped down to a very sheer pair of bikini-style panties, 
through which he could plainly see her generous bush of dark cunt hair. 

She crossed her forearms and hands over her voluptuous young breasts in 
automatic feminine modesty, but she smiled and said: "Oh, hi, Joe. I, uh, 
didn't hear you." 

He went to her boldly and took her in his arms, cupping a hand over one of 
her firm breasts and kissing her a long time, his tongue deep in her mouth, 
her tongue writhing against it. When he stopped kissing her, they were both 
panting. 

"I heard you come home," he said, not untruthfully. "And I knew it was time 
for Frieda to go back to work. Feel," he whispered, putting her hand on his 
cock. "I'm all ready for you. Golly, I've missed you." 

"What kept you?" she asked in a joking tone, but her face was serious. 
"Since we played that joke on mom, the only time I see you is when she's at 
home." 

Joe kissed her again and put his hand on the hairy softness of her young 
mound, feeling so warm and good under that thin layer of sheer fabric. 

"Hush, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm here now, and that's what's 
important. 

She seemed to draw him to her bed, where they sat side by side, and he bent 
his head and sucked in one of the nipples, the one on the nearest breast. 

She did not caress his head, but sat rigid while he mouthed and sucked on 
her titty, and when he rolled them both backward, she moved compliantly on 
to the bed, pulling her feet up near her firm, beautifully sculptured young 
ass. 

He got his hand between her thighs and she let them sag apart, so that there 
was no barrier between his fingers and her cunt except the narrow strip of 
nylon in the crotch of her panties. 

He could feel through the cloth that she was very wet, and he rejoiced that 
she was so hot. Having fucked her mother not too long before, he felt he 
needed some extra stimulus to assure a functioning hard-on, with a corollary 
cum. 

Usually she would have had his fly open and his cock at least in her hand 
not in her mouth, and he wondered at her cool. But he felt the warm dampness 
in the crotch of the panties, remembered how her body had gone rigid at the 
touch of his lips on her nipple, and knew everything was all right. 

He took his hand away from her pussy and opened his zipper, fumbling his big 
cock out, watching it stand proudly erect, and laughed. "Look at that 
reascal," he said. "He's sure hot for you. Do you want to suck him a little 
before we fuck?" 

For some reason, Ellen made a negative sound, and Joe was dumbfounded. He 
worked his finger under the strap of the girl's panties, finding a rewarding 
slickness in the inner lips of her cunt, and pressed first one finger, then 
a second, into the softly quivering flesh. Again, Ellen's body went rigid, 
then she relaxed, and even moved her body in acknowledgment. 

He was really hot, now, and the girl-perfume that surrounded Ellen was 
making him even hotter. He had his two fingers buried in her cunt, working 
in the juicy folds inside, and he bent his body so that he could kiss the 
girl on her smooth, warm stomach. 

It was so near the upper end of her cunt that its aromas washed over him in 
a sweet tide of heat, making him the more active as he pressed and moved his 
fingers inside her. His cock was as hard as it ever got. 

He got up on his knees on the bed, taking his fingers out of her and 
unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans and shorts down. His cock waved over 
her face, and he tenderly took her chin in his hand, squeezing her cheeks so 
that her mouth made a succulent rosebud. 

This time, nothing was forced about his eagerness. He caressed her face and 
asked hoarsely: "Will you suck it first, or do you want me to put it in 
you?" 

To his shocked surprise, the well built girl rolled away from him, sat up on 
her full haunches, and looked at him with sadness and anger. 

"Neither," she said in a positive tone. "I won't suck you, I won't fuck you! 
And do you want to know why I won't suck? Because I know I'll taste my 
mother's pussy on your dick!" 

She laughed at his numbed amazement, and lashed out at him again: "What kind 
of ninny do you take me for? Don't you think I knew you were here, screwing 
my mom? Hah!" 

She slid off the bed and reached for a knit shirt, pulling it over her head, 
covering those fantastic boobs, which stood out proudly, their big nipples 
pushing out like thumbs. 

"Wait a minute!" Joe shouted furiously. "What do you mean, treating me this 
way? Who says I was screwing your mother?" 

"Shit!" the girl said scornfully. "A girl grows up smelling pussy, both her 
own and other girls. Don't you think there was a cunt stink in mom's room, a 
regular fog? How could I miss it? And besides, I saw you sneaking out. Just 
don't lie to me!" 

She began to pull on a pair of slacks, and the boy watched her in real pain. 

He touched his jock, still hard and erect. 

"You'll give me the stone-ache," he said accusingly. "What am I going to do 
with this?" 

The girl seemed to soften for a moment, then walked to the bed and put her 
hand, soft and warm, around the big tool. Then she looked at him directly. 

"Go home and do what you did before you found me and my mother," she said 
tersely. "Jerk off!" 

He grabbed at her, angry now, but she easily evaded him and went into the 
bedroom door. 

"So long, Romeo," she said airily. "You can smell my cunt juice on your 
fingers while you beat your meat." 

She was breathing harder and there was a spot of color in each cheek. She 
looked back at Joe, who was struggling to get his Levi's up so he could 
pursue her, and having a bad time of it. 

No way for him to catch her, she knew. She was secure and not too happy 
about it. He would have raped her, and that might be nice. At least, it 
would show he needed her. 

But she went out the front door, letting the screen slam behind her, and 
headed for Charlen Johnson's. It would be wonderful to be with Char. At the 
moment, Ellen didn't like boys very well. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Any native of Seaside could have told you that Dave Renaker was the best 
known boy in that pleasant little city. That does not mean that he was the 
best liked. 

Joe Erwin and John Cox, for instance, disliked him heartily. 

He was a great football player, having had a leading part in bringing the 
town the state championship. He had been named All County and All State 
quarterback, and had honorable mention on Sports Illustrated Magazine's High 
School All America. 

All of which was very nice, but the tall, blonde-haired kid was not only 
arrogant but unkind, and he rejoiced every time he could put down last 
year's teammates, Joe and John. And they weren't the only guys on the team 
who were less than friendly with Dave. Especially guys whose steady girl 
friends had been lured away by the handsome, swaggering quarterback. 

No question about it, Dave Renaker probably got more high school pussy than 
anyone-maybe more than any two-in Seaside. He was good looking, he had a 
good line of chatter, and he had the guts of a burglar. That's a combination 
girls find easy to take. 

But most girls who had known him very well were inclined to hate his guts. 
In fact, it was a standard saying among girls around Seaside that you had to 
really know Dave Renaker in order to really dislike him. And some of the 
girls' former boy friends were more than willing to agree. 

He regarded Joe Erwin and John Cox as kids. He was eighteen, had graduated 
from high school, and schools as far away as Atlanta were recruiting him 
attentively. In fact, he had let it be known about the town that the new 
Pinot Cobra he was driving around town was the gift of a noted West Coast 
university with which he had signed letters of intention. 

He liked to cruise around in that bright looking set of wheels, seeing the 
world of juicy looking girls, and giving that world a chance to look him 
over, too. 

Only a few days before, he had seen Joe Erwin, on his lowly and childish 
bicycle, stopping by the high school, looking like a newsboy, and talking to 
that good looking, well built chick with the sensational tits. What was her 
name? Ellen Something? Yeah. Now he remembered. Ellen Haynes. And he 
remembered something else. Two things. 

This was the second time he had seen Erwin talking to the girl. And he had 
seen a moving van near where the Erwin kid lived, and had seen the chick and 
her mother, aproned, futzing round. 

Now, with boyish intuition, he pieced it together. Those two had something 
going for them, or were about to get it on. 

He looked at his watch. It was three-thirty, the time that most students at 
summer school got out." 

He toured by the school, knowing he looked mighty good in that shining Pinto 
with the racing stipes and the hot trim items. And sure enough, standing in 
the shade of the awning of the Malt Shop, there was Ellen Haynes. 

He knew she noticed him because she deliberately looked away. Nobody could 
profess not to see the Cobra or the guy in it. It was a childish ploy, and 
it gave him an idea of what his act ought to be. 

He stopped at the curb and went back. He couldn't blush at will, but he 
could give the effect of a blushing boy. 

He stopped behind Ellen and said, in a nervous voice: "Excuse me, but aren't 
you Ellen Haynes? And don't you live on Sycamore Street?" 

Well, she had to turn, didn't she? No sense in being downright impolite to a 
guy that so many girls talked about. 

She turned and he was twisting his cap in his hands as though he were really 
fussed at talking to a girl, and Ellen didn't even make a mental note that 
this wasn't in character. 

Her anger at Joe Erwin was still fresh and . green after only one day, and 
she thought that this might be an opportunity really to get at Joe. She knew 
how devoutly he disliked Dave Renaker. 

So she smiled, trying as hard to appear sophisticated as Dave was trying to 
appear naive, and replied brightly: "Why, yes, I am. But how did you guess 
we lived on Sycamore? We've only been there about ten days?" 

He gave the appearance of blushing confusion as if he were a backward Boy 
Scout, and said in a barely audible tone: "I hope you won't be mad at me, 
but I followed you home one day last week. I wanted to speak to you then, 
but you had another girl with you, and I didn't have the guts." 

Ellen warmed to this boy immediately. No girl can withstand flattery if it's 
skillfully applied, and Dave was doing his smoothest kind of job. So she put 
her hand on his arm. 

"I must say, Dave, that this doesn't sound like what I've heard of you," 
Ellen said, but she said it kindly. Why, this poor kid had an awful 
reputation, and just look at him-he was just a simple, unaffected young guy, 
not acting at all like the super snooty, super bad guy that Joe painted him. 
Joe, indeed! He was a great one to be knocking any other guy! 

Dave turned away for a moment, then turned back, shaking his head. 

"I don't know where they get these stories about me," he said. "I guess I 
was kind of mean to a girl a couple of years ago, and people never let you 
forget it." He smiled bravely. "I was going to ask you to have a soda or 
something, but I guess if you believe that trash, there's no use." His voice 
dropped away. 

Ellen's tender heart was wrung. 

"Look," she said earnestly, "my bus is due here any minute. I can't take a 
chance on missing it, because they only come along once an hour after this 
one." 

"Hey," Dave answered quickly. "I've got my car. It's right down there, that 
blue one with the white stripes. So, if you miss the bus, I can drive you 
home. It would be a privilege," he said earnestly, his face open and 
appealing. 

So that was why Ellen Haynes, who should have remembered the stories of 
girls slapped around, of girls more or less raped, of girls forced to give 
in to Dave Renaker, was in Dave's shiny new car, heading for home after a 
soda. By that time, Dave knew what he needed to know. Ellen's mom worked 
from eight to twelve and went back to work from four to seven. Yes, it was a 
lousy shift, but her mother got extra pay for it. 

Yes, she answered laughingly and boldly, it did give her a certain amount of 
freedom. 

"Privacy is nice," observed the gentlemanly boy. "Everyone has a right to 
some privacy. Just to be quiet and alone is nice. Not having your mom around 
to boss you. Although your mother certainly seems like a fine woman. And 
good looking." 

Ellen, remembering what her mother had done to mess up her projected affair 
with Joe, was less enthusiastic in agreeing with this particular gambit. 
Forgotten was the fact that it was herself who had moved in on her mom. But 
after all, a woman of forty had no business fooling around with a high 
school kid. 

Her mother, at the moment, was twenty minutes early to work, and she was 
fooling around with Joe. 

The ABC Supermarket has an enormous parking lot. And the help are ordered to 
park only in its farthest corners. Frieda's favorite spot was always saved 
for her by the girl she relieved, and it was partly screened by plantings, 
and even more by Jim Neal's camper, which the assistant manager drove to 
work. 

As it happened, Joe Erwin was on his bicycle, turning in to the big lot, 
when Frieda drove in. She honked at him, and he followed her down to her 
private spot. 

As a result, at the moment that Ellen was wholeheartedly agreeing that 
privacy was very nice, Frieda had Joe in her car and was taking advantage of 
their privacy to suck him off. And he was busy and happy, heaving over her 
back and her naked rump, adding to their mutual pleasure by finger-fucking 
Frieda in her tight and slippery cunt. 

This was marvelous. Only the day before, the snippy girl had given him a bad 
time, getting his cock up and then walking out on him, blaming it all on her 
mother. Well, this would serve her right. He only wished he dared tell her. 
Not that he really gave a damn about what she knew or didn't know. You 
couldn't treat Joe Erwin like that, make a fool of him, and still expect to 
be his friend. 

It was pure luck that saved the two from getting into some real trouble. Joe 
was really hot, and he was cumming within a few minutes after Frieda had 
first started to go down on him. And she, equally charged with cuntal fire, 
popped her ovaries at the same time. 

Thus, Frieda's dress was back where it belonged and Joe's peter was back in 
his jeans when a smiling face showed at the side and Jim Neal's voice said: 
"Oh, hi, Frieda. Who's that-oh, yeah, Joe. Joe Erwin. I guess you two are 
neighbors, right?" 

It turned out that business was slack, a couple of girls were going home, 
and Frieda wasn't needed. 

"I saw you drive in and thought I'd come out and give you the news," he 
said. "Take the rest of the day off, Frieda. I'll make it up to you so you 
don't lose the pay." 

Well, that was that, and nothing could be done about it. Working a split 
shift was tough. You couldn't plan anything for your four hours off-although 
Joe's advent into her life had made that midday time exciting. And, now that 
she had the rest of the day off, she couldn't plan for that, either. 

She kissed Joe, and the slickness of his tasty jism on her tongue gave him a 
thrill. 

"At least, darling, we've had our wonderful little fun time together," the 
woman said. "I wonder what poor Jim would have done if he'd gotten here 
three minutes earlier?" She laughed. "A heart attack, probably." 

So, Joe went on into the store to get an item he needed, and Frieda, having 
nothing else to do, decided she could spend a half hour shopping. "Long as 
I'm here," she said. 

And Joe rode off, taking his time, grinning as he thought of that beautiful, 
mature woman sucking on his jock. It made him wish he had a photgraph of it 
to show that dummy, Ellen. 

The dummy, Ellen was responding to a technique that was the height of 
simplicity. Given a chance to sympathize with a misunderstood boy, even if 
he was older than any of the guys she knew very well, made her maternal. And 
all the parts that made her a potential mother glowed with warmth. Why, it 
was the meanest thing, to talk about a wonderful, good hearted, sensitive 
guy like this. Once or twice, she would have sworn there were tears in Dave 
Renaker's clear blue eyes. And once or twice, she felt like she would just 
like to pull his head down to her tingling breasts and kiss his ear. He was 
so darling, so humble. And he was a bigger shot in football than that dippy 
Joe Erwin. 

At this point, she felt a tickle between her fat cunt lips as a drop of 
vaginal fluid worked its way out of her sensitive young pussy, and it made 
her feel more maternal than ever. She shivered with pure maternal affection 
for this misunderstood, mistreated boy. 

When they were approaching her home, she aid: "Gee, I wish I'd seen you that 
day when you, uh, followed me home. I'd have invited you in." She hoped that 
wasn't too forward, but the big guy didn't say anything, just smiled sort of 
sad. 

"I wish your mother were home today," he said earnestly. "Maybe you'd invite 
me in now." 

Ellen glowed. 

"Oh, pooh," she said. "This is aineteen-seventy-seven, you know. And I've 
been around a little." She laughed and blushed. "Don't get me wrong. I don't 
go out with any and everybody, but I'm not your basic innocent junior high 
school girl." 

I'll bet you're not, baby, the tall fellow thought. And if you were, you 
wouldn't be for much longer. 

They went in, and Ellen thought it was sweet and warm for Davey-he had 
become Davey to her-to hold her hand as they went up the sidewalk to the 
porch. 

When they got in, she turned to him with a smile and asked: "Can I fix us 
some hot cocoa? Or do you drink coffee?" 

He had seen how the house was laid out-living room, dining room and kitchen 
on the left. Three bedrooms on the right. Front bedroom had to be Ellen's. 
Very nice. They would have their cocoa-he grinned mentally-in the living 
room where he could operate on the big couch. If it looked like he would 
score, they would have the convenience and comfort of the girl's bed. 

"I know I've got this lousy rep," the big boy said as they worked on their 
cocoa and some cookies. He laughed in an embarrassed way. "I'm ashamed to 
tell you how little I know about sex." 

There. There it was, the magic word. It meant everything. It meant an open 
cunt, dripping with desire, a pair of titties swelling with heat, a stiff 
prick slipping into a willing hole. 

Ellen didn't turn a hair. 

"It's hard to believe, I know," Davey followed up. "But I never really 
learned to French kiss. Football is my main interest," he said, and laughed. 

"Haven't you, uh, at least necked a lot?" Ellen asked. Poor guy, she wished 
he wasn't so much older than she was. It would sound silly to offer to give 
him lessons. 

"Not a lot," Davey lied. "I'd like to, but it's hard to know what to do or 
say to get started." 

This time, Ellen laughed and put out her hand. She would give him lessons. 

"Move over here by me," she said, "and put your arm around me. There, that's 
it. Now I just turn my face up to you, and you kiss me." 

She was surprised at the heat with which the big guy took her at her word. 
And it was thrilling, too. She felt her body turn toward his as his tongue 
curled down her throat. Or was his strength turning her? It was thrilling. 
Darn that simple minded Joe Erwin, anyhow. She'd show him she could do 
better. 

She felt his left arm far enough around her that his hand was on her breast, 
and then his right came to the other. It was marvelous. 

She felt a swelling and a glow in her cunt, and this was marvelous, too. 
Ellen hadn't necked all that much, at least what her gang called "heavy" 
necking, which meant finger-fucking, rubbing a guy's jock through slacks, or 
even, in breathlessly related cases, a girl would jerk a fellow off. But she 
couldn't admit to Dave that her sophistication was more conversational than 
real. If it hadn't been for his sheepish confession of no experience at all, 
she wouldn't have felt so safe or so motherly. 

She found herself, without meaning to, so far over against Dave that one of 
her legs surprisingly came up over his. He was, in a sense, between her 
legs! 

Far from frightening her, this happenstance made her feel bolder, more 
mistress of the situation. If Dave got too excited over it, well, she would 
meet that challenge when it came. She knew that she was very, very hot, but 
she was, by nature, very, very hot, so it didn't alarm her. 

She felt Dave's hand leave her breast-it wasn't needed, anyhow, since she 
was too tightly against him that her sensitive globes were being pressed 
flat against Dave-and then felt it on the inside of her thigh. She knew this 
might be carrying things too far, but this good natured, inexperienced boy 
seemed to be getting such a charge out of it that she hated to put him down. 
Besides, she liked it too, at least her body certainly seemed to. And she 
had done so much with Joe in such a short time-and she had initiated it, 
made it happen-that she felt mutinously ready to branch out into broader 
fields. What could it hurt if he got a finger in her pussy? Girls were 
letting guys do that all the time and getting out of it by a little crying, 
or a little play-acting. 

And it was so warm and nice and adventurous, having this entire house all to 
herself for the rest of the afternoon. Mom wouldn't be home for at least 
three hours, maybe more. OOHHHH! WOW! DAVEY HAD TOUCHED HER CUNT! Yes, he 
actually had. 

And, though he heard a tiny alarm bell ringing inside her, it felt so good, 
so strangely adventurous to have this intruding hand press on her warm, soft 
little cunt that she didn't want to stop. Not yet, at least. 

Anyhow, why worry? With a doll like Davey, so humble and so pleading, he 
would probably blush himself to death if she cried "STOP IT!" in a loud 
voice. Of course she felt safe. And it was so wonderful to have this good, 
warm feeling all through her, and still feel she was doing a shy, 
misunderstood guy an enormous favor. 

She was enjoying this long kiss, too, knowing what it meant to a guy who 
really didn't know much about French kissing. For a beginner, he sure did a 
good job. Better, maybe than Joe Erwin. Of course, she felt that Joe was 
just a beginner, too. If she hadn't taught him, her mother had. It was so 
warm and nice, being able to think of warm, friendly Joe on the one hand, 
and have a neat guy like Davey practically finger-fucking her. It made her 
want to laugh and cry at the same time. 

And it was so fortunate that her mother was working. 

Joe Erwin was pumping his bike hard to keep up speed going up the slight 
grade to the highway bridge over the railroad tracks. 

He felt perfectly wonderful. That Frieda! She was some woman, that one! All 
guts and heat. Man, the way she got him in that car of hers and gave him 
that blow job! Wow! How many women would have had the guts to do a thing 
like that? Why, anyone might have come along and caught them. Look at that 
guy. What'shisname, that worked in the store. If he'd gotten there two 
minutes sooner, he would have found Frieda with Joe's cock in her softly 
sucking mouth. And his finger in Frieda's cunt. 

Yeah, Frieda had the guts, all right. Even at home, when she screwed him or 
sucked him off, she was taking a chance. Only the other day, Ellen had 
actually gotten there in time to see him leaving. Damn her, anyhow! Getting 
him with a big hard-on, and then laughing at him. Good thing she got out of 
there fast. Any guy'd be within his rights if he just plain old raped her, 
the stupid little fool. 

He was up on the level ground, now, and he looked back over his shoulder. 
Frieda was going to do a little shopping, she had said. She ought to be 
catching up with him any minute. He knew that her car went much faster than 
his bicycle, and he hoped she would see him and honk at him. It would give 
him a good feeling. 

It was surprising what a good feeling Dave Renaker had in his own strong 
body. This chick was worth a million. And it was twice as much fun, this 
way, working it up slow and easy. God, what a sweet, good looking, hot 
little dummy! And how she went for the poor lonesome boy shit. Practically 
fucking herself. He had an idea that that asshole Erwin had dipped his wick 
in this pussy full of cunt oil. Well, she'd throw rocks at Erwin once old 
Doctor Renaker had given her a big injection of his wild root tonic. And he 
was about ready to close in. 

They stopped kissing, and Ellen, in a dim, warm, red haze, felt this neat 
guy getting his finger under the strap of her panties. 

Well, he was really going at it. Maybe it was instinct that made a shy, 
inexperienced boy go right to the heart of a woman's sexual being. Either 
that, or Davey surely learned fast! 

She was really not all that much alarmed when his finger finally got under 
that wet strap and into her cunt. Pretty soon, she'd have to stop him, get 
severe, scold him gently to assuage his embarrassment or hurt feelings. 

And then Dave played his ace of trumps. He took his finger right out of that 
charmingly hot, slickly moving young pussy. 

Ellen could have died. It had felt so good, so marvelous. She might even 
have cum in another minute of two. Not a real big cum, like she had when Joe 
actually put that big cock of his in her, but a lovely little one, such as 
she could induce, herself, with her own fingers. 

She clutched at him. "What's the matter?" she asked. Davey seemed stricken. 

"I forgot myself," he mumbled. "Taking liberties with a nice girl. I told 
you, I'm a bad one. How can I ever expect you to forgive me?" 

Ellen felt like shaking him. It was, in fact, quite a liberty, but taking it 
this way was ridiculous. Still, it was kind of sweet. 

She found that she was actually holding on to his arm. She gave it a little 
shake. 

"Well, maybe it was sort of fresh," she said, "but you mustn't take things 
so hard. It was just a part of necking. It didn't really make me mad. Go 
ahead, put it back." 

She couldn't bring herself to say: "Put your finger back in my cunt," as she 
would have with Joe. But she knew Joe so well. 

And now Dave really went to work. First, he held her almost immovable in his 
strong arms, and kissed her with all the guile and strength of his long, 
experienced tongue. His finger went into the warmly drooling, soft lipped 
young cunt, deep in, and he twisted the finger as it plunged in and out. And 
Ellen responded with all the strength and instinct of her passionate young 
soul and body. 

He could have made the child cum in another second or two, but when she 
began to fuck back hard against his finger, and to moan against his tongue, 
he once more removed the digit. 

And now, Ellen, on a hair trigger and about to cum, was dazed with need and 
passion. She clung to him as her cunt boiled. 

"What is it now?" she asked thickly. "Don't stop! Come on, we're only having 
a little fun. What's the matter with you?" 

He wouldn't look her in the eye. Instead, he hung his head down in 
dejection. 

"I never saw one of these things," he mumbled, trying not to laugh. "Believe 
it or not, I never saw one. Please, may I look?" 

"YES!" the overheated girl cried. "OH, YESSSS!" TAKE OFF MY PANTIES. HURRY! 
HURRY!" 

He wasted no time. The hell with the bedroom and the bed. That could wait 
for the next go-around. This sofa was long, wide, and springy. So all he did 
was to put his big hand under Ellen's trembling rump, grab the panties, and, 
when she raised her body to help him, he shucked them off of her. 

He was beside himself with lust, pleasure, and satisfaction. This was the 
way he liked it. Girls who resisted too much were not much fun. Sometimes 
they cried when he held them and fucked them. But this chickie was so 
anxious he began to believe he might have a virgin here. And she definitely 
was beautiful. 

Summer school or no summer school, she had found time to get to the beach. 

Her smooth, rounded belly, her lovely thighs, were tanned a deep brown. But 
there was a thin strip of white across her loins, just enough to hide her 
cunt, testifying to the scantiness of her bikini. Here, the flesh was as 
white as milk, and the boy could see blue veins in a delicate tracery of 
life. 

He was now kneeling beside her as she lay on the couch, and her eyes were 
closed as if in pain. 

When his finger lightly touched her cunt, she moved it up like a calf 
reaching for his mother's tit. 

He worked it in slowly and gently, but in the meantime, he had worked his 
belt loose and his slacks and shorts down. This was business, the real 
thing, and he was ready for it. His hard cock stood out like a bent arm, and 
he softly lifted his finger against the top of her cunt, wondering if he 
could get into her without any hangups. 

The girl moaned, her face looking strained and eager, but her eyes were 
still closed. And Dave acted. 

He had not had to move her thighs apart. She was so hot, so ready that she 
had spread them her right leg was off the couch, her foot on the floor. 

He simply swarmed all over the girl, blocking her mouth with his tongue, 
held his cock in his right hand and aimed it to the hole, using his fingers 
to part the lips. He went in hard, and she was tight, but there was so much 
juice emptying from every pore in her cunt's mucous membrane that he went in 
all the way. 

It was now that Ellen really woke up to what was happening. She was frantic 
for a cum, but her mind was outraged that this dumb kid was fucking her. She 
began to struggle and got his mouth off hers so that she could scream: "NO! 
NO! STOP IT THIS INSTANT! STOP IT! DON'T! DON'T! STOP! DON'T! STOP!" 

But this was just fine. This had happened to Dave Renaker many times before. 
The struggling was the best part. Kids that didn't know shit about fucking 
would struggle and heave, and, in the process, would give you a good fuck. 
And besides, this girl's act wasn't all that convincing. She was really 
fucking him. And a bicycle turned into the street and the boy on it saw the 
Pinto Cobra in front of the Haynes home. 

He was suddenly taken with a violent rage. 

Not entirely at Dave Renaker. He was enraged at the perfidy of Ellen, at the 
fact that she would get him hot and leave him swinging, and then start 
things up with that louse of a Dave Renaker. 

"OH, DAMN YOU, DAVE!" the girl was screaming. She was in tears, and part of 
that rage which made her cry was at herself. At her stupidity. At being such 
a fool as practically to lie down, hold open her cunt, and say: "Here it is, 
baby. Have a little!" 

And her traitor body, unconcerned at things like reason, simply gave itself 
to pleasure so that Ellen's angry voice was crying: "DON'T STOP!" and her 
pleasured pussy was saying, it its own way: "DON'T STOP!" 

You don't get to be All State High School Fullback if you're a physical 
coward. Joe was off his bike and through the gate in a. split second, and 
into the Haynes yard. 

He heard miscellaneous cries, but his anger was such that he paid them no 
attention. He just wanted to face that two-timing girl and tell her what 
kind of a tramp she was. And just as he laid his hand on the screen door 
handle, Frieda's car coasted easily into her drive. Being acquainted with so 
much of what went on in this small town, Frieda recognized the sporty 
looking car, saw Joe start for her door, and recognized trouble starting. 

Joe burst into the house. There in the living room, he saw a guy he 
thoroughly disliked, screwing his girl. He saw that she was screwing, too, 
but she was still screaming: "DON'T! LET ME UP! DAMN YOU, DAVE RENAKER!" And 
Joe responded. 

Forgetting anything he had ever heard about sportsmanship, and anxious only 
to beat off this intruder, Joe started by laying a tremendous blow across 
the back of young Renaker's neck. It was almost a karate chop, but it did 
not land exactly right, but only enough to stun the older, larger boy for a 
moment. He was up and off the prostrate girl in a split second, and turned 
and launched a wild haymaker at Joe, who was too angry to pay any attention 
to skill and science. All he wanted was to wring Dave's neck. 

But the wild swing found its mark, right on the point of Joe's square chin, 
and he went down in a heap, out like a light. 

When he came to, his head was cradled against a pair of soft breasts, and 
tears were dropping on his face. Ellen was patting his face, imploring him 
to wake up. She smelt of girl sweat and a nice perfume and a lot like hot 
cunt, all of which he took in. But he struggled to rise and groaned: "Where 
is that son of a bitch? I'll kill him!" 

Now, above Ellen, his clearing vision could make out Frieda, who was holding 
a large vase. She was panting and white, but she was laughing. 

"Don't worry about Dave Renaker," she said. "He's gone, and won't be back." 
Her eyes closed for a moment, then she laughed. "He was standing over you, 
and Ellen was trying to kick him. He turned and tried to hit her, and I 
banged him over the head with this vase." She eyed it curiously. "It didn't 
break," she said in a tone of mild astonishment. 

"I wish I could have killed him," Joe said. He turned his face up to Ellen, 
surprised that he could feel anything so deeply. He was too dazed to have 
any care about what he was saying or how he was saying it, and his words 
were: "He was fucking you!" 

"I know," Ellen said simply. And then, as women have for all these 
centuries, she said in rationalization: "He was so strong! I couldn't help 
it!" 

Frieda restrained a grin. She knew that Ellen was angry at Joe, and she knew 
why. Girls have their own way of being revenged on a lover who does them 
wrong. And she had her own ideas about the actions leading up to this 
dramatic payoff, and what Ellen's part had been. 

Between them, they hoisted Joe to his feet. 

He was still a little wobbly, and it was pleasant, leaning on these two 
soft, warm bodied women. 

He was puzzled at his reaction. He had been angry at Ellen, just as she had 
been at him, and his only thought had been of how she had been cheating on 
him. 

Now, remembering how helpless she had seemed, under the solid weight and 
husky body of Dave Renaker, he felt only tenderness and pity. Forgotten was 
the way Ellen had been flinging her cunt up to swallow Dave's prick, and 
milking down on it as he withdrew. It seemed now, in retrospect, to have 
been all a part of Ellen's honest struggle. He choked up for a moment, and 
felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Forgetting Frieda, who had sucked his 
cock less than an hour before, he hugged Ellen and said: "I hope I got here 
in time. Before, he, uh, you know." 

Ellen smiled mistily. 

"Oh, yes," she said. "He hadn't, uh, what you said." 

Ellen guarded her voice as she said this. She knew, of course, that Joe 
wanted to know if Dave had cum in her pussy. Well, that was true. It tickled 
her to think that, after his long and careful buildup, after her stupidity 
and desire had tricked her into a position where she was easy to fuck, Dave 
had been cheated out of his orgasm. 

She must, she thought in one of those rare moments of self honesty, have cum 
three or four times. 

God, had she been hot! 

Well, it hadn't been so much on account of the Renaker boy. He was 
attractive, but no more so than any other handsome jock. No more than Joe, 
to be honest. Joe was pretty good, take him all the way around. She squeezed 
him with the arm she had around him. 

"Mom," she said wistfully, "don't you think we ought to get Joe into bed? He 
took a terrible beating, all for me." 

Frieda had arrived in time to see the one blow which had felled Joe. And one 
blow doesn't constitute a "terrible beating." But she was a generous woman 
and a good mother. 

"Yes," she answered. "We'll both undress him and put him in your bed. Then I 
have to go back to the store. I just remembered, there were a few things I 
forgot." 

In spite of this protests, which were rather half hearted, the two of them 
got the boy undressed. At least down to his shorts. 

I'll leave them for Ellen to take off, Frieda thought with a wry smile. 
Wonder why I'm being so damned unselfish? 

For Joe, it was a time of delight and embarrassment, all in one. He knew, of 
course, what Frieda meant. She was giving him to her daughter. Openly. 
Inviting him to fuck Ellen. It was very big of her. But still, if she was, 
in fact, giving him to her daughter, that meant that she was giving Joe up. 

And he wasn't sure that was what he wanted. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Whatever brief regret he felt when Frieda renounced him, it didn't last for 
long. 

Because, as soon as the mother went out the door, the daughter began 
shedding her clothes, too. 

When she was down to her panties-the same bikini style ones that Dave had 
ripped off-she turned to find Joe staring at her with pleasure and love in 
his face. And she dropped on her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts 
down and off. 

She was in exactly the right position for it, and she put her smooth cheek 
against his hardening cock. She held the big dong with both her warm hands 
and kissed it all along its length. She suddenly felt shy and humble. 

After all, she had been fucked by another guy. And that big prick-had it 
been so much bigger than Joe's." Had it made her fuck hole larger? Would Joe 
notice? 

But Joe was too excited with life as it was. This was like being married, 
but without responsibility. He could fuck Ellen in her own bed, without fear 
of getting caught, or punished, or even yelled at. The one who would have 
yelled at him had set it up. Marvelous! And there was another phase to it, 
too. 

He was not too dumb to have noticed Ellen's change from harridan to cooing 
dove, from anger to humility. And he knew exactly why. 

He put his hand on her head and turned it so that she was facing his cock. 

"Suck it a little bit, dear," he said kindly. "If we're going to fuck, I 
want it good and hard." 

And Ellen, looking shyly up at the boy, said: "Yes, dear," and opened her 
mouth and sucked it in. 

It was fantastic how good she was, Joe thought. As good as her mother, and 
that was very good, indeed. He suddenly had enough of this. He wanted to lie 
close to her, to rub his bare body on her bare body, and to get his cock 
into her tight little cunt. 

Ellen's bed was very soft and pretty and feminine. They had removed a couple 
of cuddly animals, pulled back the covers, and Ellen slipped into bed. 

For a moment she felt that damned shyness again, and covered her breasts 
with her arms and forearms. Then she opened her arms and said to Joe: "Come 
on, lover! It's right here for you and only for you. Come and get it!" 

She almost screamed when Joe plunged his hard cock into her tender little 
pussy. Now that she felt Joe's cock, so soon after Dave's, she knew they 
were almost exactly the same size. But Dave had shot it into her without any 
hesitation, giving her no time to adjust to its size. He had rasped her, 
inside, somehow. And now Joe, ramming it in with equal force, had sent a 
shock of delightful pain into the same sensitized areas. 

And another thing. She had been well fucked, enough to make her shoot her 
wad several times, but not enough for him to get off his load of slick seed. 
It had left something lacking, and what was lacking was what Joe was serving 
up. Hard, hot peter. 

She suddenly was flooded with affection for this big kid. She flung her arms 
around his big chest and hugged him so hard that her swollen boobs were 
lanced through by a titty-pang that made her weak. 

"You're so wonderful, Joe," she whispered. "You're so big and so hard. And 
you feel so good, inside me. OOOOHHH!" she cried. "HANG ON TO ME, JOE BABY! 
HOLD ME TIGHT! OHHHH! OHHHH! I THINK I'M ABOUT TO CUM! OHHHH! OHHHHH! FUCK 
ME, JOE! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMMIII-NNNGGG!" he gave her cunt three more hard 
plunges, then lay still on her, supporting most of her weight with his arms, 
and felt those magnificent young cuntal muscles play over his cock. 

He knew, from listening to John Cox and other fellows who screwed a lot that 
his was not a quality found in all women. 

He had had it from Frieda, and, in a slightly lesser sense, from the drunken 
Aunt Dolly. It had been great. But now, he thought, this young girl was the 
best. Damn it, though, he sure wished he could ever get a chance to compare 
her with her mother again. 

They heard the front door open without any sense of alarm or embarrassment. 
After all, they were doing what Frieda had obviously meant them to do. But 
there was another voice, a deeper voice, chatting with Ellen's mom. But 
nobody opened Ellen's bedroom door, and the voices died away. 

But a question had to be raised. And John Cox raised it. 

"What about your daughter?" he asked. "Isn't that her room on the right as 
we came in? The door was shut. How do you know she isn't in there?" 

Frieda hugged the curly headed boy and kissed him as she reached to help him 
unfasten his slacks. 

"You just get your clothes off, big boy," she said gaily. "I told you, a few 
nights ago, that I liked you, and I liked your cock. Gee, I'm so glad I ran 
into you at the store. Here, help me with this zipper on the back of my 
dress. And stop worrying about my daughter, or anyone else." 

When they were both undressed., John looked down at his cock and laughed. 

"I must not be worried any more," he said. "Look at that thing! Did you 
really like him?" 

The gorgeously built woman, now naked, too, leaned down and kissed the red 
head, sucking it between her lips like a ripe Dlum, holding a supporting 
hand on his buttock. 

"Just get on the bed, baby," Frieda said. "Lie on your back. I'm going to 
ride you! GOD!" she cried. "To think of having that shoved up me, and all my 
weight driving down on it! You'll puncture my liver, you stud horse!" 

She clambered over him, one knee at each of his hips, and fumbled under her 
for the waving cock. When she had it by its broad red head, she wiped it up 
and down between her fat, rubbery cunt lips, parting them so that the boy's 
cock was rubbed in the flow of juice from inside. 

When she was satisfied that all was lubricated, she said "AHHHHH!" and slid 
down on the penetrating cockstaff. 

It did feel as if it were up to her liver, she thought. And that fierce rub 
against all the upper parts of her cunt, not only inside, but up to her 
clit. It was marvelous! 

She shifted her rump from side to side, loving the gut deep pain she got as 
she banged her cervix against the hard rod of meat, and the way the big 
boy's peter rubbed all of her lovingest, most sensitive spots. 

And big John Cox, watching the beautiful woman as she rode him so 
gracefully, watching her magnificent boobs bounce and sway, feeling the 
massage her cunt gave him, was happy. 

In the front bedroom, Joe was working his stiff prick in and out of Ellen's 
tight pussy. It was gripping him like a greased and tender fist, gently 
turning and twisting as the hot young girl tried to put all her love into 
what her cunt was doing. 

He bent his head and pushed one of her firm titties up to where he could get 
the big nipple in his mouth, then he sucked on it as if he would get milk 
from it. He remembered what Frieda had taught him-that a woman's sex feeling 
is not soley in her pussy, but in other erogenous places. And a woman's 
breasts were chief among them. 

So he was not surprised when the sucking on her titty made her inner muscles 
writhe and play tricks on his dick. 

Then, with the big, softly firm breast partly in his mouth, he put both 
hands down and behind Ellen, getting her wonderful buttocks in a gentle 
grip. 

He pulled them apart, sliding his hands in until he felt his thick cock, 
felt wet hair, and felt the ring of cunt flesh which held it and milked at 
it. 

He dabbled with his fingers in the clear, thick juice which he was pumping 
out at every stroke, and smeared it on her asshole, thinking of how he had 
done this to Dolly Patton, and of how hot and tight it had been, fucking her 
in the ass. 

He whispered to the girl: "You're wonderful, baby. Did that big son of a 
bitch hurt you very much?" 

And the girl, thinking only of her pussy and how good it felt, said 
emphatically: "No, he didn't, Joe darling. You could hurt me, but he 
couldn't. He wasn't as big as you!" 

Some thought connected with the two cocks penetrating her this afternoon, 
and so close together, made her pussy clamp down more desperately on the 
boy's hard cock. It made the inner rub she was getting all the more positve, 
too, and it brought her again to that wavery peak on the edge of orgasm. 

"JOE!" she screamed. "I'm cumming again! OHHHH! PLEASE! FUCK ME REAL HARD, 
JOE! OH, DO IT TO ME, DARLING! IT'S SO GOOD! SO DAMN GOOD! OHHHH! OHHHH! 
DEEPER, DARLING! IT'S SO GOOD! SO DAMN GOOD! OHHHH! OHHHH! DEEPER, DARLING! 
OH, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOOODDD! AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

The wildness of the girl's cries, her violent thrashing as she tried to get 
Joe's cock buried in her even deeper, evoked something primitive and white 
hot in Joe. 

His hands were still in the girl's ass crack, and were wet with her cum 
flow. 

As he began to cum, he plunged one long, cunt slick finger up Ellen's 
asshole, burying it deep in the soft bowel, wiggling it around to give the 
greatest effect of being fucked in that utilitarian vent. 

She felt the invasion of her rectum, the momentary pain of the plunging 
finger, just as her vagina filled and swelled with the first of Joe's jets 
of hot semen. 

It was so transcendental that she blacked out for a second, completely 
unhinged by the great joy of the combined pleasure and pain. Erotic nerves 
she had never known she possessed glowed in fiery joy as her clinging rectum 
sucked on his finger. 

Her cuntal sensations, lighted to a deep red glow by Dave Renaker's hard 
fucking, then extended and heightened by Joe, now threw Ellen into a fifth 
dimension of fuck joy. 

They were sucking tongues as they throbbed out the depth and high heat of 
their cumming, but an incandescent thought burned in Ellen's mind. He's got 
to fuck me in the ass, the girl's mind noted clearly. Then I'll be all his, 
asshole and all. 

It was a high thought, and Ellen's adventurous heart held a brief pang. 
Davey's cock had been so nice. And he was such a mean, tough rascal. It may 
be good for a woman to be bullied. But if she gave all of herself to 
Joe-well, fucking made a girl a little lightheaded. No use to give up all 
her future. 

Frieda was enjoying that big pole of hard meat buried so deep in her guts. 
But she wanted something sweeter. She wanted to kiss Johnny boy, to have his 
hard tongue curling into her mouth and licking hard at her teeth and gums. A 
lady's titties need some kissing, too, and here she was, way up in the air 
above John. 

She bent her body at her beautiful hips, and her face came down to the big 
boy's, her lips wet with saliva, and they kissed deeply, tongue to tongue. 
Frieda felt the squeeze on her big soft breasts, and she tucked them between 
her chest and John's, so that they got the full, delightful pressure. 

The penetration was still as deep, but in a slightly changed direction. Now 
the big cock was striking right against the tenderness of her rectum, only a 
couple of membranes thickness removed from her vaginal walls and John's 
cockhead. It was a deep running thrill, a new note in the symphony of 
passion, and Frieda fucked a little faster, her splendid body rising and 
falling like a jumping jack. 

Her clit was now in contact with the boy's hard shaft both as her cunt went 
down and when it came up. She let go of his tongue and shut her eyes, nearly 
crazed with heat and the imminence of her fulfillment. 

When she felt the big cock throb against her tender bowel, and her cunt 
clung as the hot jism swirled out, her own hard knot of orgasm burst, and 
she went crazy. 

"OH, GOD!" she cried in John's ear. "OH, HEAVENLY FATHER! THAT'S IT, BABY! 
THAT'S MY BOY! OH! OH! FUCK ME, JOHN BOY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK IN MY 
HOT CUNT! OH, JOHNNY! FUCK ME GOOD, BABY! FUCK MEEEE!" 

The big boy had to hold Frieda to him, she was so wild, and he hung with his 
big hands to her rump, holding the globes apart, exposing her asshole, which 
shuddered under the sexual wallops of her cumming. 

When the lush body on his had stopped jerking, the two of them rolled so 
that they faced each other, with John's prick still buried deep in the jism 
filled pussy. They were both slippery with their sweat, and Frieda kissed 
the big kid, her tongue now soft after her passion had ebbed. 

"You know that thing you let me do in your car the other night?" John asked. 
Frieda shivered with fuck fever. "You mean when you sucked your cum out of 
my cunt and fed it back to me?" she asked. "OOOOHHHH! That would be so 
lovely!" 

She groaned and put her hand over her tingling pussy as John pulled out. Her 
eyes were on the dripping cock, and she licked her lips as the boy turned, 
taking the thick stem in her left hand and opening her mouth in a big, red 
"O". 

"MMMMMM!" she whispered just as the tasty organ came to her, and her entire 
body stiffened as John went down on her, sucking hard at her sensitive cunt 
hole. 

He lay partly on her, reveling in this contact of naked body with naked 
body. His arms went around her hips, his hands coming up between the softly 
muscled thighs to hold her cunt lips open so that the throbbing red and pink 
interior was revealed. 

When he got his first big mouthful, he sucked again, and the woman's strong 
body bucked up at him involuntarily. She was so hot that another cum was 
only a heartbeat away, and she wanted to save herself for a purpose. 

She concentrated on sucking the big boy's cock nice and clean, joying in the 
richness of his cum mixed with hers. When it was pink as a baby's bottom, 
she took the softening tool out of her mouth and tugged at John's hair until 
he let up on her cunt and turned his mouth to hers. 

He had turned full around, and now still lay on the woman, throwing his leg 
over hers just to get the luxury of feeling warm and naked flesh on his 
body. 

One of her big breasts was pressed under him. With a free hand, he squeezed 
the other as he began to let the fuck juices drain into Frieda's mouth, drop 
by drop. 

The taste of the rich combination of cum juices, its slickness and 
wholesomeness, made Frieda's pussy glow again with heat. 

His hearty caresses on her throbbing boob also stoked her fires. 

She was ready to fuck right now, but figured that John-and Joe, too, for 
that matter-would need a little more time, a little loving, a little sucking 
before they would have hard-ons. 

After she had sucked in the last drop of goodness from John's lips, she 
whispered: "I have to leave you for a minute or two, maybe longer. Have to 
go and make a little peepee. You just lie here and wait, lover boy, and 
think about how good it is to fuck with freedom and without clothes. 

Her cum had been so complete, so deep that Ellen clung to Joe for a long 
time. 

The long finger tickling in her tender asshole had given her an insight into 
the broad spectrum of sexual love, the wide choice of pleasures. She could 
understand better, now, how her mother had felt about Joe. She had an idea 
that her mom had John in with her, now, and that the act had a meaning. 

While Joe was giving her the deep pleasure of sucking her cunt dry and 
giving her the juice, as John was doing with her mother, she thought about 
it, about John and her mother. John was a beautiful fellow. Everyone said he 
fucked you or he didn't take you out a second time. It was scary but 
stimulating. But he was Joe's best friend'; maybe she shouldn't think about 
him. 

She felt exhausted and still ready at the same time. It was nice to be a 
woman, and be able to cum so often and for so long. But a guy, even if he 
could only fuck once or twice. could, if he had control, make a girl shoot 
her wad over and over. 

She thought of her mother with love and understanding. It was nice to know 
that your female parent was as hot as you were. It made her feel more like a 
sister than a daughter. 

And, as a sister should, she thought it wasn't very nice of her to take Joe 
away from mom. Not altogether, anyhow. And mom had been so sweet, so 
unbeliveably wonderful about her and Joe. Leaving them right here, knowing 
they would fuck. 

She felt a sharp little suggestion from her cunt, and kissed Joe. 

"Let me up, baby," she whispered. "I have to go potty." 

That's the way it happened that Frieda and Ellen, mother and daughter, met 
in the wide hall that divides the two sides of the Haynes home. They met 
face to face, and Frieda, looking at her daughter's nakedness, thought: How 
beautiful she is! 

She held out her lovely arms, and the girl rushed into them, feeling a new 
sort of glow rise in her. 

They stood breast to breast, belly to belly, as they kissed, and Frieda, 
without thinking, thrust her tongue into her daughter's mouth, where it 
found a hardening tongue willing to meet it. 

They clung together in heat, and Ellen thought: J don't have to depend on 
Char for girl fun. 

When they stopped kissing, Frieda's eyes were bright with tears of love. 

"I had to remember that you were a woman, as well as my daughter, and that 
you had a woman's hungers and a woman's rights," she whispered. "Oh, my 
darling, nothing matters as long as we love each other!" 

And Ellen, too choked to speak, nodded her head over and over. 

They hugged again, and after their embrace was over, Frieda said gaily: 
Let's go in the bathroom and do our thing. It won't hurt those two tigers to 
be alone and recuperate." 

When they were through, Ellen stood by as Frieda fluffed out her hair. She 
was smiling. 

"Is it so terrible of me to wish that you could have Joe, too?" she asked. 
"I don't want to tie him down, nor to be tied down by him." 

Her mother looked at her with arched eyebrows. 

"You're too young to be tied down," Frieda said. "And I know exactly the way 
to make the point without hurting anyone too much. Can you guess what I'm 
thinking?" 

Ellen fairly danced, she was so eager. 

"Do you think it will work?" she asked. "No, that's a silly question. If 
I've been thinking that forever is a long, long time to give yourself to a 
guy, then it's fair to think that Joe feels the same way, right?" 

"Right on," Frieda answered. 

"But won't it be, uh, embarrassing, for me just to walk in on John, like 
this?" 

"He'll be delighted," her mother replied. "Any grown up boy with a cock and 
balls like John Cox has a dream-that he'll fuck one woman, and that another, 
just as good, will fuck him. Only it doesn't happen." 

They went out of the bathroom and held each other briefly. Then they turned 
and started for the two enigmatic doors, Frieda to Ellen's, Ellen to 
Frieda's, with their heads held high. 

Neither of them doubted that this would work. 


THE END
