His Mother's Hunger
by Carolyn Hunt
(RX-514)


Chapter One 

Maria Brent felt the warm California air caressing the softness of her naked 
body up beneath the pale yellow material of her summer beach dress. It was a 
typically hot western afternoon. Too hot, and she could feel the heavily 
pressing heat inflaming her sex-starved body even more than already. She was 
walking alone on the beach and had purposefully worn no panties or bra 
beneath her dress because of the heat. But it still was doing no good. She 
had to strip herself naked and plunge into the ocean for a moment, she just 
had to do it to cool herself off both psychologically and physically. 

Her husband, Phil, had been away too long, locked up in that horrible prison 
on a charge he didn't deserve. He had merely protected her one night from 
the insults of another man when they had come to a cocktail lounge and she 
had refused to dance when the man asked her. Unfortunately, in his anger at 
the insults, he had killed the man with one punch and had been sent up for 
two years on manslaughter and she was getting awfully tired of opening her 
own legs and satisfying herself with her fingers or a vibrator at night. It 
just was not natural for a young voluptuous thirty-two-year-old woman to be 
alone. No one had the right to keep her man away from a full-bodied and 
passionate female at that age, and that included the California prison 
authorities, also. 

Lord, it was so hot she could hardly stand it. 

She moved closer to the gently lapping water's edge and let the sun beat 
down on her, her body soaking up the hot, but soothing rays. Her face was 
finely chiseled, like Farrah Fawcett's, and tanned to a smooth dark bronze 
that fairly radiated health and gave her a clean, unblemished aristocratic 
look that sometimes almost drove men to rape her right out in the public 
eye. She looked up and down the long Marin County beach that she lived on 
the far end of to make certain there was no one around to disturb her nude 
reverie and then began undoing the buttons at the bosom of her dress. 

Her firm, full breasts jiggled heavily from side to side as she pulled down 
the top of her dress from her shoulders and they were exposed to the sudden 
slight cooling breeze that wafted over them. They were huge, firmly curved 
and topped with light brown nipples that hardened almost at once as she 
sifted her hands over them. She cupped and pressed them gently inward until 
their tips almost met before she unbuttoned her dress front from her small, 
deeply indented navel all the way down to the hem. She shimmied from it, the 
thin material sliding down the full length of her sleek thighs and pooling 
by her feet as it left her completely naked, her voluptuously curved beauty 
gleaming seductively in the sunlight of the day. 

She was of medium height and sensuously built, with thighs and calves that 
could have been formed by the creator of Venus himself. The softness of her 
thin young pussy curls glistened like honeyed silk at the juncture of her 
legs and was so sparse it scarcely hid the tight, fleshy little slit of her 
cunt beneath. Gently, lovingly, she stroked it for a moment and felt the 
small chills of a recently, almost constant, desire ripple upward through 
her breasts. 

"Oh, Lord," she muttered to herself, "I'd better be getting in that water 
fast or I'll be lying down on the sand and finger-fucking myself to a 
screaming orgasm right here in front of God and everyone!" 

Looking up and down the beach once again to check being alone, she walked 
through the soft sand to the ocean's edge and felt the small, rippling waves 
licking coolly up over her calves, thighs and belly. A moment later, the 
fully rounded flesh of her breasts were submerged in the refreshing salt 
water, the wondrous balm calming the heated lips of her naked young cunt as 
it lapped softly up between her joyously scissoring legs. 

Then, diving beneath the first whitely cresting wave that approached her, 
she moved with long clean strokes through the water on the other side, 
kicking her feet hard to build up her speed as the Catalina flying fish 
scattered and glided gracefully through the air before her smoothing 
churning body. With graceful strokes, she cut a wide circle, apexing a 
hundred yards from shore and started back towards the beach again. 

Her thoughts wandered as she swam lazily through the afternoon stillness of 
the sea. She, of course, could continue satisfying herself with her own 
fingers for another few weeks. Then Phil would be finishing his sentence and 
be coming home. He could just fuck her crazy when that seemingly endless 
time finally arrived. Scissoring her legs as wide apart as she could in the 
water, she imagined his long thick cock and the way it thrilled her when it 
drove deep up inside her hot, desire-slickened cunt. She thought of its 
heavily throbbing head, all wet and glistening with her love juices, as it 
pressured far up between her legs, beating an incessant rhythm of passion 
through the tightly clinging little mouth that was surrounded by the soft 
curls of her pussy hairs. 

She was so engrossed with the delicious reverie of feeling his lust-heated 
cum washing far up inside the core of her belly that she didn't hear the car 
bearing Phil's probation officer pull up behind a dune on the beach and 
stop. It was only when the car door slammed hard shut that she pulled 
herself from her dream of her husband's homecoming and swam swiftly as she 
could toward the spot on the beach where she had shed her dress. 

But, by the time she had reached it, it was too late. The heavy, muscularly 
built man was standing there with an appreciative smile on his rugged, world 
experienced face. Painfully conscious of his male eyes roving over the 
nakedly exposed curves of her body, she struggled into the thin summer dress 
she had so innocently discarded only a few minutes before. 

Her flesh was soaked, and the top two buttons of her dress resisted all 
efforts on her part to hook them together. The thin, diaphanous material 
molded itself erotically to her dripping curves. She tugged at the top of 
her dress to cover her breeze-hardened nipples and finally sighing with 
exasperation at the hopelessness of the task, she turned to face the 
unwelcome intruder. 

Simon Ross, the area probation officer, had been dropping around to visit 
Maria since her husband had gone before the parole board and had been given 
a release date some two months back. He was to be in charge of Phil's life 
when he was released and used the excuse that he had to get to know the 
ex-con's family so he could be better able to help the man. Maria had tried 
to think of ways and excuses to keep him away, but it had been hopeless. He 
had the law on his side, and Phil's whole future in his hands, so there was 
nothing she dared do to outright insult him. 

He controlled his probation area with an iron fist and few of the men under 
his jurisdiction ever skipped out on him. He always cut their paroles short 
before they got the chance if he had the slightest inkling they were about 
to run. All the ex-prisoners were deathly afraid of him. With their wives, 
it was a totally different matter. His reputation as a cocksman and his cool 
self-assuredness made him most attractive to the lonely women who were 
waiting for their men to be released. He moved in and out of the bedrooms of 
Cranston Village Beach with a fair amount of ease because he was a 
good-looking and handsome man in a rough, egotistical way. He was built like 
a pro linebacker, perhaps a few years over the hill, but nevertheless he 
still had that rugged appearance that turned women on. Particularly those 
prone to a little masochistic violence in their lovemaking. 

His dark brown eyes could reflect sympathy when it was called for, but now 
there was a cold, hard look in them as he walked toward Maria and they roved 
her wetly dripping body. The sun, setting out over the Pacific behind her, 
silhouetted her firm thighs through the thin fabric of the dress and the 
tightly clinging dampness of its material covered her breasts without doing 
much to conceal them from his view. 

He eyed her openly, making no attempt to hide his lewd interest in her 
voluptuous, near nudity. For a long moment, his eyes lingered on the large 
shadowy circles of her nipples outlined clearly against the wetness of her 
dress. He tongued his lips with a slow meaningful gesture and then locked 
eyes with her. 

"Missus Brent," he said roughly. "You've got yourself a big problem." 

Maria felt instinctively afraid. She knew deep down within her that it had 
something to do with her husband's, Phil's, coming parole. He hadn't gotten 
along well in prison, and she had tried to plead with him to watch his step 
with the guards and other prisoners. But, he wouldn't listen and sometimes 
let his temper get the best of him. 

"What's wrong, Mister Ross?" she asked, holding her breath. 

"Your husband's gone and hit another prisoner in a yard fight," Ross 
answered brusquely. "It could mean the board reversing their decision on 
letting him out in a few weeks." 

Maria almost choked on her words. "But he's just excited about coming home," 
she said. "His nerves must have gotten to him. You know he's never been 
locked up before." 

"Piss!" Ross spat. "He's got a mean streak in him a mile long. All them cons 
are the same, too short a fuse to be let loose in the world." 

Maria grimaced. She would never get used to hearing people call Phil a con, 
but it would do no good to argue with the man who held his whole future in 
his hands. 

"Now, I gotta go and make a recommendation to the board after talking it 
over with his family. If I think he's coming out into the proper atmosphere, 
I'm supposed to recommend they overlook his little mistake. But I haven't 
seen anything yet that would be in his favor. Not with his wife running 
around swimming naked on a public beach. I gotta tell them to keep him a 
while longer." His eyes roved lecherously over her body again. 

The voluptuous young blonde turned almost white. "Oh, Lord, no!" she 
blurted, tears welling up in her eyes. "It would kill him to have to stay in 
there any longer. Please give him another chance to prove himself." 

"And what would you be willing to do if I did?" he leered suggestively. 

"I'll do anything," she said, her lower lips trembling. 

Ross' face hardened. This was his moment -- the one he had been waiting for. 
One corner of his mouth turned up in a victorious leer. 

"Get down on your knees," he commanded suddenly. 

Terrified, she complied. Was he going to make her beg? Did he want her to 
plead with him? 

But the probation officer had something else in mind. He stepped toward her. 
Then suddenly his hand shot out to grab her long golden hair. His fingers 
tangled in it, twisting cruelly until her lips tightened in pain. It felt 
like he was going to yank it out by the roots. 

"Please," she whimpered, "You're hurting me." 

The officer laughed -- a harsh guffaw which came up from his belly. "Not as 
much as I'm about to," he said cruelly. "If you don't do like I tell you." 
Pulling viciously, he brought her lips against the front of his pants. "Now, 
take my cock out and suck it!" 

Maria was trembling. The man was capable of killing her, and she knew it. It 
wouldn't be the first time he shot or beat somebody to death in the line of 
duty. She wished Phil was here to protect her. To grab the bigmouthed 
bastard by the back of his neck and kick the hell out of him. But he wasn't 
and there was no time to think things over. His hand was twisting, pulling 
her hair so hard that she had to struggle to keep back a scream. 

With shaking fingers, she reached for the tab of his zipper. She could see 
the front of his trousers rising and falling with the pulsating beat of his 
stiffening prick. The movement was ominous -- like the restless stirring of 
some prehistoric animal. But deep down in the furthest recesses of her mind, 
it intrigued her 

She couldn't help wondering what his cock was like, how it would feel in her 
hand. It had been so long since Phil was home, so long since she felt the 
massive strength of a male penis. In a daze she unzipped the front of his 
pants. 

Like a mighty charger which had suddenly been released from captivity, his 
prick sprang forward. Impatiently, it stabbed at the air in front of him, 
bobbing up and down as it pulsed. Maria's eyes widened at the sight of it. 

His cock was huge -- gigantic! It must have been at least ten inches long. 
And it was as big around as her wrist. The shaft was pinkish, crisscrossed 
with pulsating blue veins which twitched as the warm air washed over it. But 
the head was a deep shade of dark crimson. It was thick and round, its 
swollen tip bisected by a taut littl pink slit. A thick bead of moisture 
formed at the opening, glistening in the California sunshine. 

"Suck it," he growled impatiently. To punctuate his command, he yanked 
angrily at her hair, bringing a sob of agony from her lips. 

In spite of her horror, Maria felt her body respond to the sight of his 
alien hardness. Her nipples to press anxiously at the front of her wetly 
clinging summer dress. Her pussy started to involuntarily secrete, its soft, 
furry lips becoming thick and slick with its oily secretions. 

His hand continued twisting and pulling at her wet hair. She found it 
impossible to think. There wasn't any choice. She had to do as he demanded. 

Slowly opening her mouth, she brought it to the head of his cock. She could 
hear his chuckling as he watched her surrender. Bumping forward with his 
hips, he nudged at her lips with its hardness. For an instant, she resisted, 
and then gave in completely. 

Shielding her teeth with her lips, she allowed his alien cock to enter the 
warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Ross' fingers still clutched at her hair, but 
as she reluctantly closed her lips around his throbbing shaft, he loosened 
his grip. Determined not to give him any more than she had to, she kept her 
lips stiffly oval and tried not to nibble as she sucked. But, even so, as 
she moved them mechanically up and down the length of his rod, she could 
feel it responding. It seemed to swell even under the grudging caresses of 
her mouth. It was beating harder and more rhythmically. 

Involuntarily, her tongue flitted across its smooth, silky underbelly. His 
cock had a masculine, desire-inciting taste like Phil's. But there was 
something else there, too. The hot, piquant taste of another woman's cunt! 
This must be his second visit today to one of the prisoner's wives. Only he 
had obviously fucked that one's pussy, as Maria could taste her female cum 
on it. 

When her tongue rolled over his rubbery cockhead, the officer grunted. Then, 
letting go of her hair, he took her ears in his hands and worked her head 
slowly up and down over his hugely pulsing hardness. She glanced up to look 
at his face. It was beaming with ecstasy, his eyelids pressed tightly 
together. But his lips were still twisted in a characteristically angry 
snarl. 

Her entire mouth was filled with the flavor of his maleness. There were 
thick, slippery secretions flowing now from the tip of his prick. The 
thought if it gave her a sense of revulsion in the pit of her belly. Yet 
something more lewd and primeval within her made her press her pointed 
tongue-tip against the small cum-slit at the tip. And that same something 
made her lick hungrily at the masculine juices flowing there. 

It had been so long since her passions were satisfied by a real man that she 
almost found herself desiring Simon Ross to push her down on the sandy beach 
and fuck her. The sounds of lustful pleasure that came from his throat were 
exciting her. The heat which emanated from his thickly quivering rod was 
spreading to her trembling body. It warmed her pussy and filled her groin 
with tingling waves of sexual hunger. She tried to turn herself off, but she 
couldn't. Her mind was filled with a vision of his glorious cock and how it 
must look as it slithered in and out of her mouth. 

Uncertainly, she reached up to cup his scrotum with her hand. It was heavy 
with boiling sperm and hot to the touch. Gently, she cradled the softness of 
the testicles which swayed inside it. Without being urged, she rolled and 
juggled them in her fingers. Once she started, she just couldn't stop. She 
stroked the gently swaying bag and squeezed it softly in her palm. 

Her cunt was on fire. She wanted to throw herself down on the soft sand and 
lie back and open her thighs to him. She wanted to strip for him and bare 
her tits and blonde pussy hair to his view. She wanted him to ram his prick 
deep up into her cunt -- but she hated him. And she hated herself for the 
salaciously building lust within her. 

He was groaning bestially now, his cock buried almost to the hilt in her 
mouth. She could feel its bluntly rounded end prodding at the back of her 
throat. It was demanding more stimulation, threatening to choke the very 
life from her if it wasn't forthcoming and she didn't suck harder and 
faster. 

With a fluttering movement of her tongue, she coated its underside with the 
moist warmth of her saliva. The surface of his rod felt smooth and creamy. 
She found herself lingering passionately over the texture and taste of it. 
As he rolled and lunged his loins against her face, she knew he was aware of 
her burgeoning need. She had to cover it, to hide it from his smugly 
egotistical mind. 

But the muscular probation officer knew too much about women to be deceived. 
"Starting to like sucking strange cock, ain't you?" he muttered between 
rasping groans of pleasure. "How's the taste?" he taunted. "You like it any 
better than that dick on your convict boy?" 

He turned her sweet face up at him so that she could see him watching her. 
Then he pulled back to slip the length of his cock from her mouth. It hung 
in the air before her, glistening wetly with a sheen of moisture. She 
realized that it was her own passion-driven saliva, and was angry with 
herself. But her pussy still tingled hotly and her tits were still flushed 
with desire. 

"Lick it like a lollipop," he commanded, "while I watch your tongue curl 
around it." 

Maria felt her fair complexion reddening, her skin blushing with shame. She 
wanted to resist him, but his powerful hands left her little alternative. 
Aware that his eyes were burning with their gaze, she extended her tongue 
over the rigid flesh of his organ. 

The swollen penis throbbed, another drop of lubricant oozing from its 
cum-slit. He guided her face, held tightly between his hands, to the 
pinnacle and held her there for a moment. She realized what he wanted her to 
do, and tried to fight. But resistance was hopeless. Her body had a mind of 
its own. Self-driven, her tongue lashed out to flick the pearly liquid of 
his lust from his cum-hole. 

She rolled it in her mouth, savoring the spicy, masculine flavor. Then, with 
a strangled gasp, Maria formed an oval with her lips and took his cock into 
her throat once again. She engulfed the throbbing rod with the honeyed 
warmth of her mouth. She let her tongue loll hotly across its surface. 
Closing her lips around its circumference, she sucked gently, creating a 
vacuum with the inner muscles of her hungrily constricting throat. 

Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled on his rod, until she could feel the 
heaviness of it stroking their insides. With both hands she stroked and 
caressed him. Her fingers moved from his balls to the base of his cock and 
back again. Without prompting, she tangled them in the curling bush of his 
cock hair and rubbed delicately over the sensitive skin of his pubis. 

Officer Ross was panting uncontrollably, his eyes tightly closed. One of his 
hands loosened its grip on her ear to begin groping for her nakedly bouncing 
tits. She felt his fingers closing over her nipples. There was no hiding her 
arousal from him now. 

Ross was beyond caring about reactions, however. He was fucking her mouth as 
just another cunt and all that mattered was his own pleasure and 
satisfaction. He rolled the swollen nubs of her breasts brutally in his 
heavily pinching fingers as he cupped the massive globe of her tit in his 
ham-like hand. 

When her fingertips glided over the small portion of his cock still 
protruding from her lips, he grunted like a wild animal, and when she 
cradled his scrotum hungrily, even eagerly now in her palms, he roared like 
a bull gorilla. 

He was rising toward his climax. She could feel it building. His cock was 
pulsing powerfully, and swelling to even bigger dimensions. Her mouth was 
stuffed with ready-to-cum cock-flesh, her lips stretched tightly around its 
monstrous girth. Her own responses were matching his. Her cunt was on fire, 
and not even the river of the hotly flowing juices gushing from it could 
extinguish it. 

The lips of her pussy pouted rhythmically open and shut down between her 
legs. Her clit was stiff and swollen with the need to be touched. She craved 
release from the building sexual tensions in her young and passionate body. 
But at the same time, she dreaded the explosion which she feared was on the 
way. 

If she orgasmed while sucking him, she would be betraying her husband. And 
that was something that this man could never force her to do. She tried to 
fight back the flood of mounting desire which washed through her pussy 
below. But it was looming larger and closer in her consciousness. 

The taste of his lubricant was spicier, sharper. She knew that his climax 
was building; that his tangy semen would soon be on the way. She wanted to 
pull her face away, to finish him with her fingers so that the hotly gushing 
semen would spurt out on the ground instead of into her throat. But that 
primeval something with prevented her from acting. 

Hungrily, she sucked and lapped at his rod. Her hands twisted and turned 
about his cock's base, milking it desperately. Her teeth grazed caressingly 
over its throbbing surface. As she sucked, she jerked his penis up and down, 
bringing droplet after droplet of thickly running fluid from its tip. 

He made a deep, harsh, gurgling sound in his throat, and she knew that his 
manly desires had, for a moment, rendered him weak and helpless. She could 
have broken from him then and run away, but there was something drawing her 
inexplicably toward the inevitable conclusion. He was going to cum in her 
mouth. And that primeval sexual devil dancing his lewd dance within her 
wanted to experience it! 

Her hips were churning, working her groin around in tight little circles. 
Her thighs pressed tightly at the lips of her tender pussy, gently 
irritating her sensitive clit. The young wife was nearing a climax of her 
own. Not even the guilt which she felt could work to prevent it. 

She sucked harder at Simon Ross' mouth-filling cock, no longer an unwilling 
participant in the obscene charade. Tilting her head back, she looked up to 
see a silvery string of saliva dripping from one corner of his mouth. He was 
lost in a world of arousal, no longer in contact with reality. Any moment 
now. Any second. 

The he exploded. A thick whirling gush of semen jetted from the end of his 
prick to splatter the back of her throat. And then another. And another. Her 
mouth filled with the heated cum of his orgasm. It coated her tongue and 
saturated her tonsils. It oozed between her teeth and titillated her palate. 
It slid hotly down her gullet. 

She relaxed and prepared to let the orgasm wash over her. Her eyelids 
fluttered shut. Another second! Another instant! 

But Ross' cock had shot its load! There was no point in hanging around. The 
softness which had lit his features at the moment of climax was gone now. It 
had been replaced by his perpetual look of contempt and anger. Placing the 
tips of his fingers against her forehead, he shoved her viciously from him. 
She fell backwards onto the soft sand, her legs shamelessly open and she 
knew at that moment he could have dropped down between them and fucked her 
to his heart's content and she would have loved every second of it. 

But instead, he spoke: "All right, bitch, you just bought your husband 
another chance. But it's his last, I'm warning you." Then he added, "I just 
might drop in to see you again some time soon." 

Maria watched in silence as he strode back to his car and drove away. Then 
brushing herself off with her hand, she headed back down the beach toward 
the house. 

Chapter Two 



Later, after showering and trying to wash herself clean and brush the still 
lingering taste of Simon Ross' cum from her mouth, Maria lay back on her bed 
in her bedroom. God, she would be glad when Phil was released from that 
awful cage they were keeping him in and could come home and fuck her like a 
real woman should be fucked and defend her from things like what happened 
today. 

And there was Jimmy, their fifteen-year-old son, too. He needed a father 
badly, particularly since he was entering puberty and showing more than a 
casual interest in girls now. 

Sally Joplin, a local girl, had been coming out to use the beach in front of 
their house regularly and more than once Maria had watched him eyeing her as 
she lay on the beach in front of the house in that string bikini of hers 
which barely covered her almost hairless little pussy. She was a year older 
than Jimmy and that still only made her sixteen, but Maria suspected it was 
a rather precocious sixteen and wouldn't doubt it at all if she and Jimmy 
began trying to play 'dirty doctor' together before her summer visit was 
over. She would have to watch them carefully and not let things get out of 
hand. 

He was such a well built young boy, just like his father, and she had to 
admit that several times when she had gone into his room at night to check 
on him and he had kicked the covers away and his young penis was visible 
through the fly of his pajamas, she had been tempted in her cruelly imposed 
sexual deprivation to reach out and stroke it into hardness with her fingers 
and lips. It had taken all her willpower, even though he was her own son, to 
keep from doing it. 

And now, even though her hysterical anger and confusion had subsided from 
her treatment at the hands of Officer Ross this afternoon, she had to admit 
that the thought of the man's huge, heavily throbbing cock pumping far back 
into her throat really turned her on. 

After lifting her to the peak of passionate excitement, though, he had left 
her dangling over the precipice. She felt all nervous and trembly between 
her thighs. She was wound up like a clock spring and just had to do 
something to relieve herself. 

Resolutely, she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her hands moved 
tenderly to the burning tissues of her cunt. There was no other way. She 
simply needed relief. 

The lips of her pussy were swollen and distended with lust. As she rubbed 
them with her fingertips, she moaned in passion. A thick coating of moisture 
already lubricated the vaginal opening, easing the friction of her 
masturbating hand. Her eyes were shut tight, memories of Officer Ross' 
massive cock fucking slipperily in and out of her roundly oval lips haunting 
her mind. Slowly, she inserted a finger inside her pussy hole. 

Streaks of jagged lightning shot through her at the auto-erotic touch. Her 
cunt became aware of her finger at the same time that her finger became 
aware of her cunt. It felt good. She began to fuck her pussy with her hand. 
Scissoring two fingers together, she spread the softly flanged labia to 
allow the hot afternoon air to wash over her inner membranes. Then, carrying 
a drop of cunt juice on the tips of her digits, she wet the tip of her 
clitoris. 

The tiny female penis was red with sexual hunger. It tingled with erotic 
sensation. Each time her fingers nudged its surface, her body twitched in 
reaction. She rolled it from side to side, coating it completely with the 
dew of her secretions. Then, taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she 
pulled it gently up and down. 

It was like a miniature cock, throbbing in response to her manipulations. 
She wished that she could bend forward and suck it, the way she had sucked 
Phil's probation officer's cock. She wished she could run her tongue over 
its wetly glistening little head, the way Phil did whenever he was home. 

Slipping her fingertip back into the slit of her pussy for another wisp of 
lubricant, she wet it some more. The sounds of pleasure which were spewing 
from her throat became louder with each tantalizing stroke. Her cunt was 
open wide, prepared for the intrusion of the mightiest cock on earth. 
Ironically, it got nothing more than her own slender fingers. 

Nudging at the tiny nipple of her cunt with a knuckle, she fingered hotly 
down into the far hidden depths of the tiny hole between her thighs. She 
placed the soles of her feet against the mattress, lifting her buttocks high 
off the surface of the bed and opening her pussy even further. Pressing her 
palm flat against the soft of mass of her pubic curls, she buried her middle 
finger to the hilt in her fragrantly gushing vaginal slit. 

It felt good . . almost good enough to let her forget her frustration. But 
the need for a cock kept intruding on her self-stimulation, she thought of 
Phil's, all thick and shiny with her secretions. She thought of Simon Ross' 
thick and brutal looking prong as it protruded from the front of his pants 
and spit out its excitement. 

She felt herself lifted higher on a billowing cloud of excitement. 
Continuing to fingerfuck her cunt with her right hand, her left began 
searching the night table beside her for the hand mirror she kept there. 
Reaching between her wide-splayed thighs, she positioned it to reflect the 
curl-rimmed mouth of her cunt. The sight of its thin, vertical lips gripping 
hotly around her fingers excited her still more. 

She watched as her cunt kissed the palm of her hand, coating her skin with 
her sweet, fragrant fluids of passion. Then, taking her fingers from the 
opening, she lifted them to her nose and sniffed delicately. The aroma 
lifted her higher. Snaking her tongue quickly out from between her lips, she 
licked her middle finger. It tasted rich and pungently sweet. 

Quickly, she returned her hand to her eagerly waiting vagina. In and out, in 
and out her fingers plunged. Her hips were grinding in tiny tight circles, 
her naked ass-cheeks rubbing against the sheet each time she swung down 
against it. She watched the mirror as her fingers fucked slipperily up into 
her pussy. She gazed at the swollen redness of her clitoris. Her tension was 
increasing. The muscles of her thighs drew taut, trembling with fatigue. Her 
body was in motion, her pelvis rising to meet the cunt-splitting thrusts of 
her plundering digits. The crisis was approaching. It was beginning to 
happen. 

Like a crashing of a tidal wave, it was upon her at last. Her head spun 
crazily as the rollicking bolts of ecstasy slapped and lashed at her. Her 
belly fluttered, her buttocks clenched and unclenched. Rumblings of thunder 
filled the air around her, drowning her uninhibited screams of delight. 

Torrents of rich vaginal fluid drenched her rapidly working hand, making her 
fingers slick and smooth. She brought her thighs together, wrapping them 
tight around her fist in a mindless effort to keep it from withdrawing. But 
her palm was fastened tightly to the free-flowing fountain of her pussy. 
Like a creature with a will all its own, it reveled in the glory of her 
completion. In its way, it too experienced a kind of orgasm, and she wished 
it, too, could cum hard up inside her. 

She panted and she moaned, not caring who might hear her cries. A 
finger-fuck might not be much, but it was all that she had. And her body was 
making the most of it. Like a skydiver in free fall, she coasted 
weightlessly while her mind whirled in the throes of self-induced orgasm. 
The mirror, forgotten, dropped from her hand to strike her thigh and fall to 
the mattress beside her. Her eyes were shut tight, excluding everything but 
the ever expanding glow in her cunt. For a while, she thought it would go on 
forever. 

It didn't. When she had finished pouring the juices of frustration from her 
openly gushing cuntlips, she lay back in breathless silence. She felt better 
now. She would be able to face another day. But what would she do tomorrow? 

Chapter Three 

Maria walked dejectedly into the house and put the bag of groceries she was 
carrying on the kitchen table. It was still early morning and she made 
herself a quick cup of coffee and drank it down rapidly. She had to have a 
talk with her son and she knew it couldn't wait another few weeks until Phil 
was released from prison. She would just have to take the bulls by the horns 
and explain the facts of life to him herself. Those spots she had found on 
his sheets were obviously cum-tracks and if he was old enough to ejaculate, 
he was certainly old enough to get a girl pregnant. 

She finished her coffee and putting the cup on the table, walked toward the 
door. He must be outside playing now and she would call him in and lay the 
law down. It could not be put off any longer. 

She had the door halfway open when a car pulled up to a screeching halt in 
front of the house. A moment later, Officer Ross was pushing his way by her 
into the living room. His two assistants, Bobbie Joe Jensen and Len McColl 
were with him this time and followed him brusquely inside. 

"All right," Ross snarled. "Where do you keep it?" Shoving Maria aside, he 
moved around the living room, inspecting it. His assistants followed closely 
on his heels. "Where is it?" 

"Where is what?" Maria asked timidly, closing the door to turn and face the 
three men who had invaded her home. 

"You know what," the probation officer spat. "The grass. They had a big 
party in your husband's cell block last night. They all got stoned to the 
eyeballs and you were the last visitor any of the prisoners had. We figured 
you took it in last Monday when you went to visit him. We just might have to 
take you in." 

"Me?" Maria echoed. "On what charge?" She was outraged, but frightened. 

"Smuggling drugs into a state prison," the officer answered. "We figured 
you're responsible since you were the last one to visit. Come on, boys, 
let's look around and see if we can't find any pot growing around here. The 
garden's the likely place." 

"Pot growing?" Maria repeated, her voice a hushed whisper. "You won't find 
any of that. I don't even know what it looks like!" 

"We'll see about that. I bet you smoke it all the time. Come on, let's go 
outside and take a look." 

The three men, pushing Maria before them, made their way out to the back 
yard and, discovering nothing growing in the garden, pulled her into the 
small barbecue cabana behind the house. 

"None growing out there," Ross growled. "She might have it hidden on her. 
Bobbie Joe, check them tits and see if she's got 'em padded with grass. 
Maria tried to back away, but Bobbie Joe and Len grabbed her by the wrists. 
Ripping her buttons away and looking down her bodice at the full firm flesh 
of her breasts, the probation officer scrutinized them lustfully. A gleam of 
sadistic lust flickered to life in his eyes. 

"She looks clean, Mr. Ross. Should we let her go?" 

Maria was stricken. 

"Hell no," Ross responded. "These smugglers are clever. She might have it 
secreted up between her legs. Who knows? We better have a look." 

"Now wait a minute," the young mother began. But the officers ignored her 
protest. Len, the taller of the two, moved around in back of her. Bobbie Joe 
Jensen tore at the snap of her jean. She tried to kick out at him, but he 
only laughed, showing two rows of crooked yellow teeth. Within seconds, he 
had opened the denim pants and drawn them down to her ankles. She struggled 
to keep her balance. 

Her white panties were brief and lacy. She could feel Ross' gaze burning 
through them to the thinly exposed little slit of her cunt. She wanted to 
turn away, but she was shackled by her own jeans. Len twisted a little 
harder, until the pain made her go limp. She leaned against him for support. 
The deputy loosened his grip gradually until he was sure she had quit 
struggling. Then he let go and stepped away from her. She didn't move. 
Standing there with her pants down around her ankles, she stared down at the 
carpeted floor. She felt utterly degraded, but was helpless to do anything 
about it. 

The burly probation chief lifted one corner of his upper lips to snarl at 
her. The he ran his eyes lecherously over her shapely legs. Slowly, he 
walked around her, appraising her like some whore her might be choosing for 
the night. 

"Nope," he muttered. "She didn't hide it in the jeans, either." For an 
instant, a look of disappointment flashed across his features. But it faded 
at once to be replaced by an expression of inspiration. "Strip her," he 
commanded. "We'll have to check everything out." 

Maria gasped. How could they do this to her? She looked mutely at Len and 
Bobbie Joe, imploring them with her eyes. But their raw and bony faces were 
impassive. Their chief had given them an order. There was nothing for them 
to do but obey it. There was nothing for them to do but obey it. Obedience 
was as close as either of them got to intelligence. 

Without a word, Bobbie Joe dropped to his knees and pulled her rumpled jeans 
off over her feet. She didn't offer any resistance as the officer grabbed at 
the front of her blouse. With one powerful movement, he tore it open. She 
heard the buttons fall to the floor. Her lips were drawn tightly together as 
he worked the tattered garment off over her shoulders. 

When she was clad in nothing more than her bra and panties, Bobbie Joe 
looked dutifully up at his chief. A muscle in Ross' temple was twitching 
erratically. "Go on," Simon Ross said impatiently. "Get the rest of it." 

Bobbie Joe fumbled clumsily with the garment, his hands brushing roughly 
over her breasts. He couldn't seem to find the catch. Finally he hooked a 
finger in the thin strip of elastic between its cups and pulled. Maria felt 
the backstrap straining against her skin, cutting painfully into her 
shoulder blades. For a moment, she experienced a desire to reach back and 
unsnap it so that the brute wouldn't have to rip it. But she resolved to do 
nothing to help the bastards in her humiliation of her, even if she could do 
nothing to prevent it. 

With a loud tearing sound, the bra pulled away from her, exposing her tits. 
They sprang free, the rosy-brown caps inscribing a pair of circles in the 
air before her. She heard Ross draw his breath in through his teeth, and was 
unable to avoid looking up into his face. Something inside her thrilled to 
his masculine response. She was too much a woman to be unmoved by his 
obvious arousal. 

She moved her feet together as the officer stripped her panties down over 
her ankles, and then spread them slightly apart. 

"Well," she said softly. "Do you see any marijuana on me? Anywhere?" 

"Don't know," the probation officer replied, taking off his hat to wipe his 
forehead with the back of his arm. "I'll have to take a closer look." 
Stepping towards her, reached out and touched on of her nipples with his 
finger. "Kinda like this, don't cha?" he asked impudently. Maria didn't 
answer. "Well? Don'tcha?" 

The naked woman felt her nipples throbbing with desire, and hated herself 
for the uncontrollably erotic reaction. It wasn't enough for them to torment 
her with their brutality. Now they were torturing her with her own potent 
sexuality. It wasn't fair. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. 

Her tits were flushing a deep shade of rosy pink, and there was simply 
nothing she could do to hide it. She was aroused. The sigh she emitted 
couldn't be disguised. She wanted to turn away and bury her face in her 
hands, but her pride made her look into his eyes. She fought to control the 
trembling of her lower lip and chin. 

"I despise you, Simon Ross," she sobbed defiantly. "Anyway when my husband 
gets out, he'll get you for this." She could no longer hold back the flood 
of emotion. She openly wept. 

"Here's one for you," the probation officer snapped, slapping her viciously 
across the face with his ham-like hand. "And here's one for your convict 
husband." He hit her again. Then, turning to his silent, staring sidekicks, 
he said, "hold her down on the floor. I've gotta check her more thoroughly." 

Len was the first to reach her, but when he touched her wrist, she stepped 
quickly away from him and lashed out his face. Her nails left three bloody 
trails across his cheek. Angered, the officer punched her hard in the center 
of her naked belly. 

With a grunting rush of air, she sank to the floor. For a minute, she 
thought she would lose consciousness. She felt the softness of the carpet 
enveloping her, its thick pile soothing against her nude buttocks and 
thighs. Everything started to go black. But then she was aware of hands on 
her, pulling her arms and legs out and pinning her to the floor. She opened 
her eyes to see Bobbie Joe stroking her breasts with his fingertips. And 
idiotic grin played over his features. 

Their boss' voice boomed. "Out of the way, boys," he commanded. "She's mine. 
All you get to do is watch me fuck her." 

Bobbie looked disappointed, but he obediently moved off to the side. He 
gripped her left wrist and ankle in his hands while, opposite, Len did the 
same with her right. Naked, she looked up at the sneering officer who held 
her husband's future in his hands -- the officer that was going to rape her! 

From where she lay spread-eagled, he looked huge and menacing. She realized 
she was completely at his mercy, and she loathed him for it. But something 
within her longed for him to get on with it. Her cunt was hot, its outer 
lips covered with a thick coating of fluid. Her naked tits were throbbing 
with excitement. 

Simon pulled down his zipper and his cock came thrusting out of the front of 
his pants. It looked even bigger than it had the other day. She remembered 
the spicy masculine flavor of it, the taste of his hotly flowing cum on her 
tongue. And she knew it wouldn't be her mouth which felt his presence today. 

"Open her legs up a little farther," the big man commanded. "That tight 
little cunt doesn't look hardly big enough for the Enforcer here." 

He gave his penis a playful shake, casting a few flying drops of shimmering 
pre-cum on her naked tits. She felt it spatter on her heavily inflated 
implants, burning like heated oil where it touched her yearning skin. 

Len and Bobbie Joe pulled back on her ankles, spreading her legs so far back 
her cunt hurt. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. But there was no 
escaping the reality of her brutal situation. When she opened them again, 
Simon Ross was on the floor, kneeing his way towards her widespread cuntal 
opening. 

She willed the lips of her cunt to clench tightly together and bar him 
entry. But they refused to respond to her conscious command. Instead, they 
flared outward and blossomed forth shamelessly, like the petals of a rose, 
drawing back to reveal the soft pink flesh of her warm, wet interior. She 
bit her lips in frustration, angry at the weakness of her sexual hunger. 

Ross' prick was closer to her now, hovering hungrily at the moist-lipped 
opening to her womb. Reaching forward, he put his hand on the hair-covered 
mount of her pubis, rubbing in a slow and lazy circle. His touch was 
amazingly gentle. She couldn't help but respond to it. 

Her clit began to harden, its wetly glistening little tip poking out at him 
from between her fleshy folds of trembling vaginal flesh. For a moment, he 
toyed with it, his fingertips rolling it around like a solitary little 
marble in a bowl of melted butter. She heard a sigh of sexual desire and 
realized to her horror that it was coming from her own tightly constricting 
throat. 

His two assistants laughed. "Didn't take you long to get her going, Chief," 
Len said. Maria wished for a hole to fall into and pull down around her. 

"Never does," their boss answered. "Specially not with a hot-blooded bitch 
like this one. Why I'll bet when that convict husband of hers is around, she 
gets it ten, twelve times a day. She must be burning for a dose of my cock." 
Thrusting his thumb into her cunt, he said, "Ain't that right, Mrs. Brent?" 

She closed her eyes and turned away. But the treacherous flow of her pussy 
juices told the story. He spread the warm, slippery substance over the soft 
vaginal lips, depositing a pearl of it on the head of her now hotly 
vibrating little clitoris. Each time he stroked her, she shuddered 
involuntarily. 

"Nice and wet," he said as his fingers wormed up into her again. "Why if 
this pussy could talk, it would say 'Mister Simon Ross, please give me some 
cock'." 

He shifted into falsetto as he mocked her. Then burst into a raucous and 
derisive laughter. His assistants joined in the fun, giggling and cackling 
wildly. 

Maria's mind was reeling with hatred and disgust. But her traitorous young 
body's needs overpowered her conscious. She wished he was dead, yet at the 
same time, she wanted him. She needed to feel the power and bulk of his 
huge, almost inhuman fuck-rod tearing into her cunt. She longed for the 
excitement of a full man-and-woman orgasm. When she felt the tip of his 
penis pressing insistently at the openly pouting slit of her pussy, she 
opened her mouth and groaned involuntarily. 

Her husband's probation officer moved his hips from side to side, working 
his cock slowly up into her hotly swollen pussy mouth. She felt a fraction 
of its tips sliding into her and braced herself for a tearing, plundering 
drive. He moved slowly, however. A millimeter at a time, his masculine organ 
worked its way inward. After each jabbing plunge, he stopped to wait for the 
elasticity expanding walls of her vagina to adapt to his bulk. Then, as her 
cuntal membranes stretched to fit snugly around him, he drove forward again. 

She couldn't stop gurgling and sighing submissively. And she was no longer 
straining at the hands which held her down. If Len and Bobbie Joe had let go 
of her ankles, she would have locked them around the big man's waist. She 
was much too hungry to turn down a cock meal now. 

She felt the rounded end of his prickhead lodging tightly in the outer 
chamber of her vulva. Her labia closed tenderly around it, imprisoning the 
masculine organ deep up in the heat of her expectantly waiting belly. 
Rolling his hips, Simon pivoted his cock on the prominence of her pubic 
bone. The thickly throbbing head rotated far up inside her cock-split 
snatch. Maria groaned. 

Ross' face hovered above hers now. His hands were on either side of her 
head, supporting the weight of his body. His assistants still held her down, 
pulling her limbs into the shape of an 'X'. But they were applying less 
force. It was apparent that she was going nowhere. Now. . . she wanted all 
she could get from Simon Ross. 

She felt the thick crinkly hair of the officer's pubic mound scouring at the 
soft whiteness of her groin and could smell the excited man-odor of his body 
as he penetrated her. Their genitals were fusing slowly, his erect manhood 
sinking deep into her receptively absorbing little pussy-hole. Her 
cunt-walls were wrapped around him, a third of his cock buried in her pussy. 

"I loathe you, you bastard," she gasped. But her body craved more of his 
prick. Her cunt was crawling with desire. Its heatedly pulsating walls 
massaged him brazenly. Her clitoris throbbed and trembled, hot blood 
pounding through its vessels. Even as she spoke, her buttocks were lifting 
off the carpet to grind her clitoral mound against him. Her words of hate 
were punctuated by staccato gasps of excitement. 

"Yeah," he grunted. "I really like that tight little snatch of yours. You 
loath me but you love my cock, bitch!" 

At least half of his prick was inside her now, its thickness forcing the 
lips of her cunt even further apart. A low, uncontrollable whine issued from 
her throat. Her lustful emotions were on display, exposed nakedly to the 
three men who made sport of her. Trying to choke back her sobs, she bit 
ashamedly at her lip. 

But then Ross' patience ran out. He flung himself forward headlong, dropping 
all of his weight upon the sensuously squirming young woman. His cock sank 
to the hilt in the widespread mouth of her pussy. She couldn't hold back the 
moan of delight which his deeply plundering penetration wrenched from her 
lungs. But he was too lost in pleasure to pay it any attention. 

Rhythmically, he rocked forward and back, fucking his prick deep up into her 
ecstatically accepting womb. She could feel its throbbing thickness spread 
her inner cuntal walls wider and wider. She clenched her teeth tightly 
together in a vain effort to keep from crying out with sensuous desire. But 
the sounds which bubbled within her found expression anyway. As her 
husband's probation officer fucked hard up between her wide-spread thighs, 
she began rising to meet his thrusts. 

His hips churned as he worked his lust swollen fuck-tool in and out of her 
cunt. She could feel his heavy balls swinging forward on the in-stroke. The 
hair-covered sac which encased them slapped heavily at her upturned buttocks 
as her back arched to permit even deeper entry. She was a prisoner of her 
own desires now. All the will to resist was being heartlessly fucked out of 
her. 

Her nostrils flared and her breath came in short gasping pants. She rolled 
her hips in a circle, bringing the plundering head of his cock into contact 
with every nook and cranny of her pussy. She felt it nudging at her cervix, 
sending a rollicking electric shock through her whole body. Oozing little 
rivulets of vaginal juice trickled down from the corners of her 
wide-stretched cunt lips, wetting her inner thighs and the carpet beneath 
her now shamelessly grinding asscheeks. 

She felt her anus contracting as his prick rammed her pussy again and again. 
The climax which was building was going to be a wild one. It was the first 
time in a long, long time, since anything but her own finger or a vibrator 
had been inside her cunt. The flood which had been building was about to be 
unleashed. 

Cooing softly, she twisted one of her hands free of the fingers which 
loosely encircled it. Then reaching between her body and that of the now 
heavily sweating man, she searched for the wildly dancing sac of his balls. 
It was sperm-filled and heavy, and covered with the warm, slippery moisture 
of her cuntal flow. 

With passionate fingers, she stroked it. The testicles inside were like two 
large, well-oiled walnuts. She squeezed them gently, rolling them about in 
her fingertips so that the big man above her groaned in bestial 
satisfaction. 

Then she realized that she had made a wrong move. Her touch was hastening 
his climax. He was going to cum before she was ready. Desperately, she 
ground her pleading young cunt up at him. She had to catch up. She had to 
climb faster. It was her only chance. And, goddamn it, she had earned it! 

But it was too late! 

With a victorious bellow of relief, her husband's probation officer's cock 
exploded inside her. Jetting bursts of jizm flew from its tip to mingle with 
her own freely flowing lubricants. The heat of it scalded her belly. His 
semen was thick and congealed. Each whirling spurt struck her like another 
knee in the groin. He was using her as a receptacle. A spittoon for his 
prick to spit in. Her orgasm was as far away as the North Star. 

Her body growing suddenly cold, Maria lay limp while he pumped out the last 
of his obscene load into her disappointingly trembling cunt. When he was 
done, he rose slowly and refastened his pants. She could feel a river of 
male cum dripping from the well fucked opening up between her legs, but she 
didn't care now. She had never hated a man more in her whole life. 

Ross quickly straightened his clothing. "That man of yours is one lucky 
con," he said. "Me and my men'll swear that all I did was examine you for 
drugs. And since I didn't find any, I'm letting you go this time. But if I 
get one more complaint, I'm running you in." He stopped to let his words 
sink in, and added, "Is that clear?" 

Maria Brent just stared at him, her eyes blurred by tears of bitterness and 
hatred. "You just leave me alone," she muttered in despair. "I'm going to 
write my husband about this." 

"You do that, and he won't ever get out," the man said laughing derisively. 
Then, without another word, he turned and headed for the door. When Simon 
stepped outside, his two assistants followed. 

CV lay on the floor for a long time after they had gone. She felt dirty and 
despoiled. Her body was tense, all her nerves drawn taut. She felt as though 
she had climbed a mountain only to be stopped a few steps short of its 
summit. 

Her cunt was sore from the pounding which Simon's cock had given it. There 
were juices dripping from inside her, and lingering heat which kept her 
pussy tingling uncomfortably. She had to was -- to bathe the obscene residue 
of his orgasm from her groin, and cool the steaming passion of her body. 
With effort, she dragged herself to her feet and headed inside, without 
dressing. 

* * * * * * 

Jimmy Brent's cock was stiff and erect. He moved his hand lovingly over its 
surface, making it throb to his softly stroking touch. A slippery drop of 
moisture was forming at its tip. 

Shit, my mother is a good looking piece of ass! 

He had noticed it before of course but he had never seen her get really 
fucked like he had just now! 

When he woke up earlier, he had heard an angry masculine voice coming from 
out in the cabana in the backyard. At first he thought his father might have 
been released early, but as he listened more closely, he realized it wasn't 
his Dad's voice. Yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he got out 
of bed to dress and investigate. 

He thought he heard the phrase "dope party," and instinctively stepped 
lightly as he approached the side of the cabana. He heard his mother say 
something, but she was speaking too softly for him to make out her words. 
Dropping to his knees, he peered around the corner for a look at what was 
going on. What he saw stopped him in his tracks! 

There were three men talking to his mom. He recognized them as the Probation 
Officer and his gooney assistants. He had been warned to stay away from the 
bunch by some of the kids. And he had always tried to do so. 

But they seemed to have some beef with his beautiful mother. The tow goons 
were holding her while the probation officer spoke to her angrily. They were 
tearing her clothes and pulling her to the floor. He wanted to do something 
to help her, but was frozen to the spot by his fear. Before he could react 
in any way, she was stripped completely nude. The goons were holding her 
down and the probation officer was standing before her. 

His eyes widened as he stared at his mother's naked body. He had never 
realized how big and well-rounded her implants were. And those hips -- they 
were dynamite. He hardly noticed the three guys any more. Now his eyes were 
riveted to her cunt. It was so soft and hairy. Her body was turned so that 
her feet were pointing at him. When the men began pulling her ankles apart, 
her cunt winked erotically up at him. It looked all red and shiny -- like 
she was enjoying what they were doing! 

The probation officer opened the front of his pants, and the youngster 
thought they might be getting ready to rape her. But the expression on her 
face, and the sounds she was making left him unsure. She didn't seem to be 
objecting. As the probation officer fell to his knees between her thighs, 
she sighed passionately. No, it didn't look like she needed any help! 

Jimmy's prick was beginning to harden. As he shifted uncomfortably about, it 
protruded against the front of his jeans, throbbing with youthful sexual 
exuberance. Unconsciously, he reached down in his jeans and began to stroke 
it lightly. 

When the probation officer moved over his naked mom, Jimmy gasped. But 
nobody heard him. As the burly man's prick slid slowly into his mother's 
pussy, the boy pulled more firmly on his now painfully swollen cock. 

Ross rammed his cock all the way up inside now, and Jimmy could see his 
voluptuous young mother's body straining to fuck back at him. The sight of 
her writhing and moaning as the big man fucked her was almost more than the 
teenaged boy could bear. His body felt like it was on fire. His head was 
spinning drunkenly. His cock was so stiff he thought it might shatter. He 
heard himself moaning involuntarily. 

Suddenly the kid's blood ran cold. God, what if they heard me? That fuckin' 
probation officer was liable to do anything. According to what he had heard, 
Ross would think of nothing of cracking his head with a club. He had to get 
out of there before they spotted him. 

Moving as silently as he could, he rushed in the house to his room. Closing 
the door quietly, he sat on the side of his bed and tried to catch his 
breath. But his lungs just couldn't get enough oxygen. 

The recollection of his mom's nakedly fucking body under that man haunted 
him. She was beautiful. The sexiest woman he had ever seen. Her tits were 
like melons. And her cunt was so juicy that it looked good enough to eat. 

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the vision of her lying naked on the 
floor while his dad's probation officer's huge, cum-bloated cock fucked deep 
up inside her hotly clasping cunt. He tried to imagine how it felt for the 
officer to have his mother's sweet, sweet pussy wrapped that tight around 
him. He closed his fingers tenderly around his prick and tried to duplicate 
the warmth which Ross must have felt. 

Stopping for a moment, he held his fingers to his mouth and covered them 
with saliva. Slowly, he began rubbing it onto his adolescent prick. It felt 
good. He imagined himself fucking his mother's pussy with it. Quickly, he 
slipped out of his pants, got naked, to enjoy stroking himself off. 

His eyelids pressed tightly together as his head filled with lustful 
fantasy. His hand moved up and down with a rhythmic steadily increasing 
tempo. His other hand cupped his scrotum, to heighten the auto-erotic 
pleasure. He thought of his sexy mom getting her big beautiful tits fucked 
off out in the backyard! 

Chapter Four 

Maria was walking through the house in a daze. She had just been brutally 
raped, yet there was nothing she could do about it. There was no one she 
could call on to help her, and no place she could turn for redress. Ross was 
her husband's only hope. And that made him immune from retribution. 

What bothered her most, though, was her own state of mind. She hadn't felt 
like screaming for help anyway. She felt aroused, excited. As much as she 
hated Simon Ross for degrading and humiliating her the way he had, she had 
to admit he turned her on. His cock had fired a spark in her pussy, and the 
spark had fanned to flame, but he had failed by his own greed to extinguish 
the blaze. 

She knew that her finger couldn't satisfy her this time. She had been too 
close. To close to pouring the fluids of her orgasm out all over a real 
man's deliciously fucking penis. Too close to having her pussy explode in 
cock-stuffed delight. 

Now all she had coming was an icy cold shower. And deep down, Maria knew 
that wouldn't help much either. Lost in thought, she reached for the knob of 
her son's door to see if he was still in bed and pushed it open. He was 
sitting on the bed and Maria's eyes grew wide in sudden shock. 

"Jimmy," she blurted out. "What are you doing?" But the answer was plain. 
For when she looked up, there he was - naked -- with his rigid young cock in 
his hand. Maria stopped in her tracks. For a moment she forgot that she, 
too, was naked. 

Her son's cock was much smaller than Phil's or Simon Ross'. But it was 
almost six inches long! And it was hard and erect as nay man's. Speechless, 
she stared at it. Her lips were becoming dry. The sight of his penis was 
going to her head and her past thought of incest with Jimmy suddenly 
returned with a fury. 

Jimmy just sat and looked at her, his hand frozen to the shaft of his prick. 
She could see his eyes sliding down over her nudity. They caressed the 
softness of her tits and lingered at the still moist slit of her pussy. Then 
they returned to her face. 

The way he was looking at her made her all hot and tingly inside. She didn't 
understand it, but she was too aroused to ignore it. Inhaling deeply, she 
filled her lungs with air to make her tits stand high on her chest. She 
watched his cock twitch in his hand and knew why it did. 

"Have you been jerking off?" she asked softly. Her voice was husky with 
wicked desire. 

Jimmy nodded. "I saw you getting fucked by Simon Ross," he answered 
truthfully. "It got me all turned on and -- I liked watching it." 

Maria, unable to stop, ran her hands seductively over her nakedness. "What 
did you like most?" she asked. Her fingertips were playing with a strand of 
her soft golden pussy hair. 

"Looking at you," he answered simply, his voice cracking. "You're beautiful 
with all your clothes off." HIs hand was moving up and down on his penis 
again. His tongue flicked out repeatedly to moisten his parched young lips. 

The effect that his mother's body was having on him was obvious. He was even 
more excited than Ross had been. It was a thrill to be so desired. Her cunt 
throbbed with sensuous longing. 

"Touch me," she muttered. It sounded like a prayer. Walking over to the bed, 
she nudged his forehead with the point of her tit. 

Jimmy's mouth dropped open. He was obviously shaken. Obviously unsure how to 
respond. He reached up timidly to place his fingertips on her taut tanned 
belly. But it wasn't what his desire-driven mother had in mind. 

"Not there, silly," she whispered. "Here." Taking his hand, she guided it to 
the swollen curve of her breast. His fingers were trembling. "It's all 
right. I'm your own mother. You don't have to be ashamed." 

Jimmy's hand closed over the softness of her tit. His movements were clumsy, 
and she wondered if it was the first time he had ever touched a girl there. 
Then she remembered the cum-tracks on his sheets. 

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" she asked quietly. "Tell me the 
truth, baby." 

"No," Jimmy said with conviction. "With girls, yes, but never a real woman." 

"Well, I want you to make love to me now," Maria uttered softly. "I need 
it." 

Jimmy let go of his prick to take both of her breasts in his hands. She felt 
her nipples hardening against the soft, youthful palms. It was good to have 
a young boy's hands on her. It made her feel even more a woman. 

"Suck my nipples," she instructed, placing her hands on the back of his 
head. She urged him upward with gentle pressure on his scalp until his lips 
were gliding on their own over the softness of her again erotically 
trembling breasts. He didn't need much coaxing. 

The centers of her aureolae discs stood out regally, inviting the caress of 
his lips and tongue. His awkwardness seemed to be passing rather quickly. He 
lapped circles around the erect little nubbins of pink, making her nipples 
even harder and more sensitive. She heard herself groaning as all the 
excitement she had felt at Simon Ross' brutal fucking of her began to 
return. When Jimmy's mouth closed over one ripe, luscious little nipple, she 
sighed with desire. 

"OOOhhh, yesss," she hissed. "Lick me there." Her fingers were tangling in 
his hair. Her hips were rotating as she ground her pelvis forward. 

The boy continued sucking at his mother's titties while his fingers explored 
her body. She felt him caressing the curves of her perfect tits, and 
expelled a long sibiliant breath through her teeth. Then he moved on to more 
erogenous areas. 

As he went for her pussy with his fingers, hungrily, she reached for his 
cock. It was hard and pulsing when she captured it with her anxious fingers. 
There was only a sparse sprinkling of pubic hair at its base, and what there 
was of it was soft and downy. Playfully, she tugged at a strand. Then she 
returned to his twitching cock. A steady stream of cum was oozing from the 
slit at its tip. She spread it over the skin of the excitedly shimmering 
shaft. 

Jimmy finger was plunging in the walls of her pussy, driving as deep as it 
could go into her hotly rolling depths. She ground her pelvis forward at 
him, burying his probing digit still deeper. Her swollen clitoris nudged at 
his knuckle. He began toying with it. 

Withdrawing from the heated mouth of her pussy, he concentrated all his 
attention on the throbbing little clitty in her cunt. She felt him rolling 
it between his fingers, and jerking it slowly up and down. Within moments, 
uncontrolled gasps of pleasure were issuing from her lips. For a child he 
knew quite a lot, she dimly thought through her rapidly rising passion. 

He teased and titillated at the tiny pleasure bud with a practiced hand. She 
felt her temperature rising. Now two fingers impaled her, driving deep into 
her pussy, scissoring apart and together as they went. She uttered a low, 
bestial whine. 

"Fuck me," she mumbled mindlessly. "Fuck me with your fingers." 

Her son's cock rhythm accelerated at her whispered command. His cock jerked 
spasmodically in her hand. She caressed it lovingly, cradling it like a bird 
in the softness of her plam and letting her fingertips run lovingly over its 
surface. She wondered how it would be to get fucked by her son's young cock. 

Jimmy had brought both hands to her now wetly, quivering pussy. The fingers 
of one framed the delicious, feminine little hole in the center, while the 
others delved its warm and velvety depths. Now he skewered her with his 
fingers and toyed with her clitoris at the same time. The combination of 
stimuli robbed her completely of all her motherly reason. 

His lips were back at her nipple -- nibbling, kissing, biting and caressing 
them. His tongue rolled freely over the sensitive skin of her tits. She bit 
her lip in an effort to keep from crying out. But all she managed to do was 
smother the sound, making it throaty and deep. Suddenly she wanted to feel 
his cock worming around deep up inside her shivering loins. 

"Jimmy," she croaked hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to get on 
top of me and fuck your mother crazy." 

At her words, his cock started throbbing again, and expanded in size 
alarmingly. For a moment she thought it might end right then and there with 
his prick spouting its cum out like a fountain of youth all over her hand. 
Desperately, she pinched its neck between her thumb and forefinger in an 
effort to staunch the torrent. It worked! 

All of Jimmy's muscles had tensed as his body fought against the orgasm 
which had built inside of him. Gradually, he calmed. When he had himself 
together again, his mother sank flat on her back, legs spread wide, to the 
plush softness of the bed he was sitting on. Tugging at his prick, she 
pulled him on top of her. 

Her erotically balloonish breasts squashed against his young chest as he 
lowered his weight onto her. Her nipples drilled hotly into his skin. She 
lifted her buttocks from the bed to grind her soft pubic fleece up against 
his juvenile, swollen balls. Her mound was steamy and wet. The softly 
curling hairs which upholstered it were plastered damply to her sensitive 
cuntflesh by Simon Ross' cum. 

She teased at his smooth young crotchskin with those hairs of her pussy, 
buffing it up against him until he whined softly. She encircled him with her 
motherly arms, pulling his chest tight against her tits. She bumped and 
ground, struggling to work his hard-on up into the thin vertical mouth of 
her vaginal opening. 

He was shorter than she, and her lips brushed against his forehead as he 
moved. He was so much younger. It was so deliciously wicked to be getting 
ready to be fucked by her very own child in his bed! 

She could feel the head of his youthful prick jabbing impatiently against 
her crotch. It kept bumping the openly flared lips of her pussy, but 
couldn't seem to find its way in. Reaching between their bodies, she took it 
in her hand. 

Jimmy sighed when his mother touched his cock again. His eyes were shut, his 
face contorted with emotion. As she manipulated his prick with her fingers, 
she watched him grimace with agonized delight. She played a moment longer 
before inserting her son's prick up between the lips of her excitedly spread 
pussy. 

"There it is," she grunted. "Mommy's hot little pussy." 

At first his cockhead stayed where she put it, bathing luxuriously in the 
wet heat of the tight little hole up between her thighs. Then, as though an 
electric cattle prod had been shoved up his ass, Jimmy rammed it forward. 
She felt it tunneling into her, aiming for the tip of her cervix. 

But it stopped far short of the mark. His pubic bone had smacked tight 
against her, and she knew that he was sunk inside her as far as he could 
reach. She was beginning to wonder whether he was big enough to satisfy her 
after Ross. But just then he started to fuck her. 

His hips undulated around in different directions as he threw his body 
forward and against her. His cock didn't go far up into her pussy-hole, but 
his almost hairless little pubic mound rubbed directly against her clit. He 
rocked forward and back, caressing the sensitive little nipple of her cunt 
with his hairless groin. He backed off until his cock nearly slipped from 
her opening, and then drove heavily downward again. 

Maria grunted. Her clitoris vibrated like a violin string as his body pulled 
away from her. She arched her back in an effort to glue herself to him. But 
his groin remained just out of reach. Only his cock connected them for a 
brief instant. Its head was grasped tenuously in the now desperately 
suckling lips of her cunt. Then he fucked into her, once more, smashing into 
her clitoral titty and grinding his hips around between her widespread 
thighs for emphasis. 

"Oh, yes, fuck my clitty," she sobbed. "Fuck it, my darling baby boy! Fuck 
it good!" Her eyes were glazed with a patina of lust. Mindlessly, she gazed 
up into his pubescent face. Her lips were soft and pliant, as she begged him 
for the fulfillment that Simon Ross had so cruelly denied her a short time 
ago. 

This time when he fucked into her, he kissed her, his tongue snaking out to 
lick and tease at hers. She threw her legs up and wrapped them around his 
hips, clasping his young loins wetly against hers. She had him as far up 
inside her as he would go now and she wouldn't let him escape. 

Their bodies rotated in opposite directions, her clitoris bumping and 
grinding hotly up against the softness of his hairless fifteen year old 
skin. He spiraled in one direction and then in the other, inscribing a 
circle inside her tightly grasping pussy walls with the head of his cock. 
She felt her cunt juicing furiously, the liquid copiously flowing out to wet 
the softly curling triangle of her pussy hairs to lubricate the contact 
between them. 

He rubbed himself all around against her smooth gorgeous naked flesh while 
he fucked her, massaging her beautiful inflated tits with his chest as he 
fucked her cunt. A layer of warm, desire-slick seat was all that separated 
them. He lacked experience, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and 
creativity. She felt herself being buoyed up to a new level of excitement. 

She could feel the shaft of his penis against the desperate, inwardly 
clenching walls of her cunt. The rubbery head rammed eagerly into her 
vaginal opening. But the stimulation of her clitoris overpowered that. The 
tiny little titty protruded completely from its sheltering sheath with 
nothing to protect it from the total sensation of feeling his cock against 
it. Each tingling contact lifted her even higher. 

Mindless syllables of desire rippled from her throat as he naked body fused 
like molten metal with that of her son. Her hands moved over his back, her 
nails raking at his skin. She reached down to cup his thin young buttocks, 
pinching them in exuberant fingers. Her ankles locked in the small of his 
back as she ground her nakedness tightly up against him. 

She felt an orgasm beginning deep inside of her pussy, and her first desire 
was to let it rip. But she forced herself to hold it back. She wanted to 
feel him explode up inside against the bottom of her belly from which he had 
come. She wanted to have him cum in her. It would be the most wickedly 
exciting experience she had ever had. And she could tell that it wouldn't be 
long. 

A trickle of saliva was drooling from a corner of her little boy's mouth as 
his cock fucked her cunt. He was panting noisily, like a bull in rut. 

"Mom! Oh, God, Mom!" he shouted suddenly, his cock hammering her pussy now, 
taking her with him. "This is it! Going to cuuuuummmm!" 

With a mindless howl of bliss, Maria's first cock-induced orgasm in months 
began. Her son's followed immediately. His balls jerked and pumped together 
as he spewed out his youthful seed deep up into the snug receptacle of her 
forbidden snatch. Everything melted in the heat of the moment. Their 
paroxysms coincided as mother and son became one for an infinite second of 
time. 

His cock continued spurting inside of her while her cunt anointed it in 
return with the sweetly flowing oils of her own passion-driven ecstasy. 
Everything else ceased to exist. The mutual orgasm was endless. It was 
overwhelming. 

Even after her paroxysms had ceased, his cock still poured out its remaining 
cargo of semen into her womb. After the river stopped, the organ stayed hard 
and fully erect. 

When they finished fucking, they just lay there, their bodies joined by his 
stiff young prick in her pussy. She could tell by the way it felt inside her 
that it wouldn't be long before both of them were ready for another long, 
sensuous bout of incestuous ecstasy. 

My prayers had been answered, she thought dreamily as she stroked his 
semen-drained young balls tenderly, lovingly in her hand. Oh God, now I know 
I can last out the long, coming weeks until Phil gets out of prison! I've 
got my darling baby boy to take care of me, and that's all I need in the 
whole world! 

Chapter Five 

While her father watched in silence, Cerina, his married daughter, shook her 
shoulders and danced around the room in a lewd, pagan rhythm to make her 
naked tits swing from side to side. They were huge and gracefully rounded, 
making her short and otherwise petite body look erotically top heavy like a 
Jane Russell. There had been a time when she was still living at home when 
her father, Simon Ross, liked nothing better than to play with them. But 
lately he was getting harder and harder to arouse. 

Tonight she had stripped for him, hoping that a combination of sexy music on 
the record-player and her teasing dancing would awaken him sexually. But now 
that she was fully naked, his cock was still only half-erect. She resolved 
to do whatever was necessary to get it up. It had been such a long time 
since he fucked her, and her own most-of-the-time traveling husband was 
lousy in bed. 

Shaking her hips in rhythm to the African drumbeat that ran through the 
music which was playing, she ran her hands lightly over her nudity. Her 
nipples were rigid, breasts sticking out in front of her like a pair of 
huge, sun-ripened cantaloupes. She rubbed the flat of her palms over them, 
moving her hands around them in tight little circles. Then she took the taut 
tip between her thumbs and index fingers to twirl them back and forth. She 
thought she saw his limply relaxed rod stirring. Suggestively, she stared at 
his cock. Her tongue licked slowly at her lips, promising delight. 

Cupping one of her own massive titties, she lifted it to her face. It was so 
big it almost touched her chin. She smiled erotically, giving her Dad a sexy 
wink. Then, bowing her head, she began licking at the swollen nipple. 

The rubbery disc was so dark it looked almost brown. As her tongue glided 
over it, she could see it becoming even darker. She hoped that he 
performance was affecting her father's prick, because she was certainly 
exciting herself. She looked up to see him watching her, and glanced down 
once again at his groin. She couldn't be sure, but his cock seemed to have 
grown a little. 

Pursing her lips, she drew the rigid nipple into her mouth. She sucked it 
noisily, deliberately filling his ears with her obscene slurping sounds. 
Then, turning slightly, she did the same to her other breast. As she sucked 
their sensitive centers, her fingertips wandered freely over the silken 
surfaces. They felt firm, in spite of her thirty years. She wished that her 
Dad would grab them and squeeze them for her. 

The music had stopped, but Cerina went on moving without it. Her hips 
churned rhythmically, swinging forward and back. Her softly flowing pussy 
hairs waved in Ross' eyes, her cunt opening and closing as she ground her 
pelvis before him. It was a thin red gash between her thighs, completely 
covered by a thickly curling growth of shining black pussy hair. Little 
droplets of excitedly seeping vaginal fluid dotted the feminine fur, a 
monument to her own mounting excitement. 

But her father didn't seem at all inclined to move. He was laying on his 
back, his head turned to face her, and he was making almost no response to 
her efforts to stimulate him. She did notice that one of his hands had 
strayed to his groin and that it was lightly stroking his cock up and down. 
But the movement seemed idle, almost unconscious. He still hadn't reached 
the level of excitement she was seeking. 

She wasn't ready to give up, though. There were still a few tricks left in 
her bag. After all, she hadn't grown up in the same house with the man for 
seventeen years before she married without learning something about him. 

Leaning back, she arched her pelvis forward. Her cunt reached out for him, 
beckoning hotly. She placed her hands on her hips and rotated her pussy 
slowly. Tensing the muscles of her abdomen, she made her cuntlips open and 
close like a small, sensuously bearded goldfish mouth blowing heated kisses 
of desire in his direction. His breathing seemed to deepen. 

While he watched in fascination, she began rubbing her pussy with her hands. 
She knew that this would do it. It always turned her Daddy on. Her cuntlips 
blossomed open, revealing the wetness of her inner cuntwalls. Her tiny, 
nipplelike clitoris began to swell. 

Slowly she inserted one of her fingers in the softly silkened little 
opening. She heard her hungrily gaping father gasp softly. Looking at him 
through half-closed eyes, she slid the probing digit deeper up inside. When 
her cunt had swallowed it up to the second knuckle, she moved her hand 
around up between her thighs in a lewd, teasing circle. She could feel her 
palm brushing heavily over the excitement of her clitoris. She could feel 
her fingers pressing tight against the soft-furred mound of her pubis. 

She groaned softly, partially for his pleasure, and partially her own. Then 
she started finger-fucking herself in earnest. Her hand flashed as her hotly 
probing middle finger fucked salaciously in and out of her pussy. Her 
clitoris quivered uncontrollably with desire. She was good at finger fucking 
herself to cumming. She had been doing quite a lot of it lately, even when 
he wasn't watching. 

Removing her finger from her openly throbbing little pussy-hole, she placed 
its tip on the now marble-sized bud of her clitty. She petted and stroked 
the tiny slippery pleasure bud while her burly father watched and pulled 
harder on his prick. Then she returned her finger to the tight little 
fuck-hole below! In and out she finger-fucked herself. In and out, until 
suddenly, a heatedly glistening sheen of cunt-juice coated her hand. With an 
obscene auto-erotic motion, her eyes lewd and narrowed, she rubbed the 
slippery wet liquid all around over her tits. When she bent to lick it off 
one of her nipples, her father groaned aloud. 

She continued titillating herself as she moved closer to the bed. Then, 
while she probed her pussy with one hand she took his cock between the 
fingers of the other. Slowly, she stroked it up and down, spreading his 
seeping pre-cum all over its throbbing surface. Then she changed hands, 
smearing his cockjuice up inside her pussy with one while she rubbed the 
honeyed moisture of her cunt over his prick with the other. They sighed in 
melodic unison. 

Simon's eyes were closed, his head turning slowly from side to side. Leaning 
over him, she licked at his chest. Cupping her tits in her hands, she 
brought the tips of them seductively against his. She felt his nipples 
hardening against hers. With an obscene little swaying motion, she trailed 
the center of her heavily hanging titties over his entire upper body. 

Her tits caressed his armpits and his well-muscled shoulders. Her nipples 
left tingling trails of desire across his throat. She pressed one of them 
into his navel, rolling the flesh of them sensuously over his belly. Very 
lightly, she drew them both over his cock and his balls and trapped them 
between the soft, voluptuous flesh. 

Simon's hips were churning, working his body up and down on the bed as his 
long thick cock fucked fast up between his daughter's breasts. She liked to 
see him like this. But she was also determined to make it last. So spreading 
his knees with her hands, she crept on the bed between them again. She would 
tease him for a moment longer. 

Lowering her body, she pressed her tits lower against his crotch, smothering 
his cock even tighter in the shadowy valley between them. She heard him sigh 
with pleasure and felt her cunt becoming slick with the juices of desire. 
The more excited he became, the hotter it made her. Tonight was going to be 
special. The fun was just beginning. 

She allowed her tits to roll softly over the softness of his scrotum. Her 
nipples teased his swollen balls. Her tits pressed against them like a pair 
of downy pillows. She felt a trickle of fluid running from his prick to wet 
the skin of her chest. Moving the upper part of her torso, she rubbed it 
back into the silky flesh of his cockhead with the nipples of her breasts. 
Then, again capturing his testicles between her soft, fleshy tits, she 
flicked the tip of her tongue over his swollen rod. He gasped again. 

"Suck it, you little bitch," her father muttered. 

Opening her mouth, she took the massive hardness up inside. It tasted 
pungent and all male, her father's flavor making her belly flutter with 
sexual hunger. She ran her tongue over its surface while she sucked lightly 
at its head. 

She had straddled one of his muscular thighs and was rubbing her cunt 
against him as she sucked. Each sigh of pleasure which emanated from his 
throat turned her on a little more. Each throb of his penis in her mouth 
made her cunt twitch a little harder. 

Moving her head up and down, she massaged the skin of his prick with her 
lips. At the same time, she sucked and licked at its head. Her actions were 
taking their toll on him. She could tell. His cock had grown even longer, 
and was pulsating with a rhythmic irregularity. She moved from side to side, 
rubbing her titties hotly, salaciously against his groin as his long thick 
hardness slid in and out of her mouth. 

Her cunt was awash with the torrential river of her juices. Her tits tingled 
wildly with mushrooming excitement. The rigidity of his prick against her 
lips made her shudder all over. She sucked harder, laving her tongue faster 
and more anxiously against the muscles of his hugely burgeoning fuck-rod. 
She rolled her hips passionately, stroking his leg with the inner membranes 
of her superheated cunt. 

An animalistic growl was coming from her throat. The thickness of his cock 
muffled it, but nothing could drown it out. She was a female in heat. Her 
body craved satisfaction; her cunt demanded fulfillment. She felt his cock 
tensing as it prepared to spit out its hotly heated desire. She knew that 
her own pussy would match its contractions jerk for jerk. 

The friction was building. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. She lost 
sight of the line which separates agony from ecstasy and was hanging by her 
fingertips to the sweet pain of joy. Her cunt was crawling over him. Her 
clitoris slithered erotically against his sizzling skin. 

She began to moan, a series of lascivious and obscene little sexual sounds 
to furnish background music for her lust. 

"Mmmmmmm," she intoned. "Aaaaannggg! Oooouuhhhhh!" Then it started. 

She tasted the piquant, mind-whirling flavor of his semen as it flooded her 
mouth and throat. She felt the rhythmic throbbing spasms of cock pumping 
hotly against her tongue. Her pussy went off like a rocket-burst of swirling 
flame filling her consciousness. She was cumming! He was cumming! They were 
cumming together! 

It felt so wonderful. It felt so fine. She was coasting through zero-gravity 
space on a magic carpet of orgasm. She was soaring through the air on a sex 
wind which came from the pleasure center of the earth. She heard sensuous 
little gurgling sounds spilling from her Daddy's throat as his thickly 
bubbling load of cum spewed hotly out from his heavily throbbing hardness. 
For a moment, they were one and frantically they fucked on until all the 
tension had left them. 

His cock was flaccid and her cunt had almost stopped throbbing when the 
telephone rang. She wished he would ignore it, but knew even before he 
jumped to his feet, pulling his cock from her lips, that he would not. 

"Fuck!" she muttered angrily as he grabbed for the receiver. 

"Probation Officer Ross," he said aloud. For a moment he listened 
impassively to the caller's voice. "Well, good. I'm on the way." Hanging up 
the phone, he turned to his married daughter. "I'm going to have to go." 
Offering no other explanation, he began to dress. "Better not wait for me. 
This may take all night." 

Cerina sighed. Well, at least he had cum before the phone call. She had 
heard what people said about him chasing cunt all over Cranston Village 
Beach and deep down she knew it was true. Tonight, though, she would have 
nothing to worry about. After an orgasm like that, there couldn't be 
anything left for philandering. 

Inside Simon Ross' pants, however, his cock was already beginning to stiffen 
at the thought of what lay ahead of him. . . 

* * * * * * 

Little Jimmy Brent moaned as Sally Joplin kissed him hotly on the lips. His 
hands felt hot and eager to roam over her sweet adolescent titties and 
pussy. But he was doing his best to remain passive, to let her take the 
lead. So far, it was working out pretty nicely indeed. 

The fifteen-year-old boy had learned much from his mother the day before. 
The most important lesson had been that there was a world of difference 
between diddling a young girl and fucking a real full-grown woman. 

Sally wasn't quite a woman yet. She was only in her early teens, but her 
body was fully developed. And from what he had heard about her, it was 
likely she had as much experience as lots of women. Besides, she was 
accessible. Very accessible. 

Sally had a reputation for promiscuity -- a reputation which was 
well-deserved. It didn't take much to get her started, and once that was 
done, it took a great deal to make her stop. Some of the local boys called 
her "quick cunt" even to her face. She never seemed to mind it. In fact, 
some thought she was proud of the lewd nickname. 

Jimmy had seen her around, but never really spoke to her before tonight. So 
when he called to ask her for a date, he wasn't sure that she's see him. But 
it was easy. Almost too easy. 

"Oooooooh, Jimmy Brent," she had squealed over the phone. "I know who you 
are. Tina told me all about you. You're the one she gave her pussy to. And 
you're only fifteen. How exciting. What time should I pick you up?" 

When she came for him in her dad's secretly borrowed car, he left everything 
up to her. It wasn't a mistake. Sally drove straight to Stinson Beach, Marin 
County's own lover's lane. Within moments, they were out on a beach blanket 
and she had thrown her arms around him and snaked her tongue down his 
throat. 

"Oooooh, you kiss good," she said, coming up for air. "Are you sure you're 
only fifteen?" Jimmy nodded dumbly. "How'd you like to lick my titties?" she 
invited. He grinned. 

Swiftly, she undid the buttons at the front of her blouse. Then she pulled 
the loose-fitting garment open. She wasn't wearing a bra and her titties 
popped right out at him. They weren't nearly as big as his mom's, but they 
were nice. Real nice. Her nipples were plump and round, like a pair of 
purple plums stuck on after her breasts had been molded. Her young, 
adolescent breasts themselves were firm and cone-shaped. 

He reached for them with anxious fingers and began to caress their snowy 
softness. She cooed softly in his ear. Taking one of the firm-fleshed globes 
in his fingers, he twisted it gently. Her moans became louder. Sally 
giggled. 

"That's nice," she said. "But I want you to kiss and lick them. Now be a 
good boy and do as I tell you." 

Jimmy's cock twitched. So she wanted to be teacher. Well, that was all 
right. He could learn to be teacher's pet. 

He began kissing little circles around the tiny, hotly quivering tips, his 
lips leaving a damp trail in their wake. The sounds of passion which she was 
making brought his prick to total erection. He felt it pressing painfully 
against the front of his pants. But he kept on kissing her, moving from one 
luscious titty to the other and then burying his face in the valley between. 

"Now, you can suck them," she whispered after a moment. 

Quickly he complied. He filled his mouth with the exotic softness of her 
erect and swollen nipple. Her sexual body smell was heady and sweet. As he 
rolled his tongue over the distended surface, the aroma of perspiration 
mingled with its sweetness. She was already hot. 

He felt her hands moving toward his groin, stroking and petting, stroking 
and petting his rigid prick through the thick material of his pants. The 
suddenness of her approach made him gasp in excited surprise. 

"Ooooo, you like that," she exclaimed. "You're already hard." She played 
with the throbbing organ for a minute and then said, "I want to see it. I'll 
just have to do it myself." 

Her dark eyes flashed in the moonlight. With slender and experienced 
fingers, she began to work on his fly. In an instant it was open, his 
youthful cock exposed to the night air. 

"Oooohh, you've really got a nice one. Just like my Uncle Bill's. Let's 
fuck, Jimmy Brent." 

She sat straight up and Jimmy watched in surprise as she lifted her ass off 
the blanket and drew her long skirt up over her hips. 

Her pussy was covered by the briefest wisp of material he had ever seen. It 
ws diaphanous yellow and so narrow he could see the top of her pussy-slit 
above its elastic band. He licked his lips lustfully as she hooked her 
thumbs into the waistband and peeled it off. Now her cunt was completely 
naked in all its softly furred glory. 

His prick twitched excitedly as she slipped up over him to straddle his 
body. She at on his lap, facing him with her back to the sea. Unsure of what 
she had in mind, he busied himself with a nipple, sucking it wetly into his 
mouth. He could feel her hand moving in his lap, positioning his stiff cock 
the ay she wanted it. 

Slowly she lowered her ass, burying his erectly growing length fully up 
inside her pussy. It felt all wet and sticky inside there. She had probably 
cum a few times already. He moaned softly as it slid into her, snuggling his 
prick in its warmth. Her juices were flowing freely, wetting his entire 
genital plane. Encircling her in his arms, he began pumping up at her. 

"Ooohhhhh," she squealed. "Ooooooh, ooooohh, Oooohhhhhh!" 

Her tongue hung out of her mouth to lick and lave at his ears. Her teeth 
gnawed at the skin of his neck. Her naked tits thrust out at him, jabbing 
insistently at the front of his throat. 

He could tell her climax was approaching. His own was coming, too. With a 
muffled squeal, she announced it, "Oooooohhhh, I'm cumming! I'm cummminngg! 
Ahhh, NOWWWWW!" 

He started to shoot at once. His cock swelled up and spit, filling her pussy 
with the lust-heated liquid of his adolescent young loins, and once it 
began, nothing could stop it. Not even the beam of light which suddenly 
pierced through the night to shine in his eyes. Not even the pounding foot 
steps running toward them on the sand. His uncontrollable young cock kept 
squirting its load in her belly, unable to do anything else. But his mind 
returned quickly to reality. He was in trouble. Big trouble. 

Suddenly Sally Joplin opened her eyes and looked around. When she saw what 
was happening, she screamed and dove for her panties. Jimmy bound from the 
blanket, running swiftly off into the night, his frightened young feet 
pounding hard into the sand of the beach. . . 

Chapter Six 

Maria stumbled and almost fell as Officer Bobbie Joe Jensen shoved her 
roughly into the old barn building at the outskirts of town. She turned back 
to complain bitterly to him, but he was already walking out the door and 
locking it with a hasp from the outside. She was wild with anger and didn't 
have the slightest idea of what was going on, but she did know that this 
time that bastard Simon Ross had gone too far with his little games. 

When Phil got out of prison, he would think of some way to get even with the 
man, even though Ross was going to be his probation officer. Phil had a lot 
of friends who could pick a casual barroom fight with Ross somewhere out of 
the county some night and really work him over. That would teach him a 
lesson. 

She had been in the middle of taking a sunbath down on the beach when Ross' 
assistant had rudely interrupted her and asked her to come with him. When 
she asked what it was all about he had only muttered something about her 
son, Billy. 

He had forced her to come with him and hadn't even given her time to change 
from her bikini and beach robe before he has her in the police car. She had 
tried to fight him, but he had been insistent about her coming immediately. 
She had finally decided it was useless to resist and had gotten into the car 
without further struggle. 

She had no idea she was going to be held prisoner anywhere until the moment 
she heard the lock click on the outside of the barn door. But why here? Good 
Lord, if they were going to arrest her, they could have at least taken her 
to jail instead of locking her up out here in the middle of nowhere! 
Besides, she didn't even know if probation people could make legal arrests, 
but guessed so -- like a citizen's arrest, if nothing else. 

She began to pace nervously like a tiger suddenly imprisoned in a too small 
cage. Except for a couple of wooden milking stools, the small barn was 
completely empty. She perched on the edge of one of them for a second and 
then got up to begin pacing again. 

A moment later, she heard a key in the lock. She whirled in time to see Ross 
enter with Bobbie Joe right behind him. The assistant was sweating 
profusely, as though he had just finished exercising. 

"Missus Brent," the burly man began. "This is it! I mean this is really it. 
I got a county wide alert out on your kid, Billy, and you are in more 
trouble than you know." Turning to his assistant, he said, "Go frisk her, 
nobody can hear her scream in here." 

The officer's eyes gleamed as he stepped forward. "Turn and face the wall," 
he said, placing his hands on Maria's shoulders. But she had taken all she 
was going to take. Lashing out at him with her nails, she scratched him 
across the face. Bobbie Joe looked surprised. 

"You keep your filthy hands off me," she demanded. She was enraged. 

Simon Ross was on her in a flash, grabbing both her wrists in one of his 
powerful hands. He slapped her hard across the mouth, bring the taste of 
blood on her tongue. Then he shoved he back against the wall. "Stand up on 
that milking stool," he commanded. He obviously wasn't kidding around. 
Numbly, she complied. 

The probation officer took a length of rope from the wall and tied it tight 
around her wrists. She tried to stifle a gasp of pain, but didn't quite make 
it. Lifting her hands high above her head, he slid the rope over a peg which 
protruded from the wall. Maria had to stand on her toes to keep from hanging 
by the painfully constricting rope binding her hands. 

"Now frisk her like I said," he told Bobbie, stepping back to lean against 
an empty cow stall. 

When Jenson put his hands on her hips, there was nothing she could do. Her 
arms were stretched high over her head. Every muscle in her body ached with 
tension. It took all her concentration to keep from sobbing aloud, but she 
was determined to deprive Ross of the satisfaction of seeing her weep. 
Grimly, she bit her lip as his assistant patted up and down over her full, 
sensuous curves. 

She felt his hands travel slowly up over her abdomen, his fingers moving 
from side to side as though he were checking for concealed weapons. When he 
came to the swell of her breasts, he hesitated and took a deep breath. Then, 
grinning, he cupped each one through the robe she was wearing using both his 
hungry hands to knead and squeeze them. 

She felt him running his palms over the softness of her titties, his 
fingertips paying particular attention to the rising buds of her nipples. 
She wanted to spit in his face, but instead, tried to hold her temper. He 
rubbed and stroked the softness of her breasts under the skimpy bikini top 
for much longer than was necessary. Then he ran his hands around to her back 
and felt all over. 

He cupped and pinched her buttocks, hurting her tender skin. He even ran a 
finger into the valley between them to probe through the folds of her beach 
robe and thin bikini bottom at her anus. She almost screamed from the shock. 
When his fingers finished traveling coarsely over the silken skin of her 
calves and thighs, he turned to face his boss. 

"Can't find no guns or nothing," he said. He sounded almost disappointed. 
"What should I do now?" 

Simon Ross sneered. "Never know with these convict-loving bitches," he said 
contemptuously. "They're liable to pick up all kinds of tricks from their 
con husbands. Better check her pussy for razor blades." 

Bobbie Joe giggled softly at the command. Then he turned to execute it. When 
Maria realized he was serious, she tried to kick him. But when she swung her 
leg forward, she lost her balance and toppled from the milking stool. She 
hung there helpless. The rope jerked at her wrists until she thought she 
would pass out. 

Ross just looked at her for a moment, then he stepped forward. With a hand 
which roamed intimately over the curves of her tits, he steadied her and 
guided her back onto the stool. Without warning, he tore open the front of 
the robe, ripping the garment from her. Within seconds nothing remained of 
it or her bikini. She was striped totally nude and vulnerable to their 
lecherous eyes. 

"If you give me any more trouble," Ross threatened, "I'm gonna take that 
stool away." Speaking to Bobbie Joe, he said, "Now do like I told you. Make 
her spread her legs and search her cunt." 

Maria looked down with cold hate blazing in her eyes s Bobbie Joe Jensen 
approached her again. She could see her tits rising and falling with the 
effort of her breathing. She could feel her knees trembling with the strain 
of keeping her balance. Her cunt hole was a hair-ringed little bull's-eye 
for the lecherous cop. He zeroed in on it with his eager fingers shaking. 

She looked down and, wide-eyed and helpless, watched him spread her cuntlips 
apart with his thumbs. He pressed them a little too far and it was slightly 
uncomfortable. Bringing his face close to the softly furred opening, he 
peered up inside, squinting through one lust-lidded eye. He stiffened one 
index finger and wormed it salaciously up inside her pussy. 

At first, her cunt walls were slightly dry and unyielding as she tensed in 
silent protest at the indignity which she was being forced to endure. But as 
he rotated his finger slowly around an moved it in and out, she began to 
feel them dampen. She cursed the instinctive reaction of her treacherous 
young pussy at first, but then was grateful for the soothing lubrication it 
offered. 

The officer amused himself with her nakedly spread little cunt-hole, fucking 
it slowly with his stiffened finger. He looked like he was starting to 
drool. She was beginning to get dizzy. He added a second finger to the first 
and scissored them slowly apart and then back together again several times 
up inside her. Her pussy grew even wetter. She could feel the tip of his 
thumb teasing unwittingly against the nipple of her clitoris and became 
horrifically aware of the tiny cunt-titty's gradual growth to erection. 
Bobbie Joe slipped his now slickly coated finger from up between her thighs 
to turn and face his boss, she almost groaned at the loss. 

She hated herself almost s much as she hated the two gross, crude men. She 
was getting turned on in spite of her humiliation of being stripped naked 
before them and treated like a whore off the streets. It seemed to happen 
every time Simon Ross abused her this way. What was she that she allowed it 
to happen to her? Was she nothing more than one big walking cunt with arms 
and legs? A strangled sob escaped from her lips at the horrible thought. 

"Nothing in there, chief," Bobbie Joe reported. "But that hot little snatch 
of hers is getting mighty wet." 

"What I figured," Ross said, matter-of-factly. "She's a hot-twatted little 
bitch. Now, let's turn her around." He stepped forward to help his 
assistant. Together they lifted her roped-together wrists off the peg and 
pulled her down from the stool. The they set her down on it and let her 
hands drop. She tried rubbing them together to restore circulation, but all 
she could get from them was a numb little tingling sensation. There was a 
throbbing ache in her wrists from the way in which she had been hanging. 

Ross let her be for a moment, and then barked, "Turn your naked little ass 
around and face the wall!" 

Dumbly, Maria complied. Her body hurt and her face was flushed with the 
shame of what she had to do. But she knew that they could make her suffer 
even more any time they wanted, and some instinct led her to avoid further 
pain. At least this way she wouldn't have to look them in the eye. 

Before she realized what was happening, Ross grabbed her wrists once again 
and, lifting her as though she were a feather, hung her wrists once again 
over the peg on the barn wall. A burning sensation shot through her arms, 
from her shoulders to the tips of her fingers. She moaned aloud. She heard 
the two men moving behind her, but lost track of them as she clung 
tenaciously to consciousness. She heard the probation officer say, "Okay, 
Bobbie Joe, take a good look up inside her tight little asshole. No telling 
what she's got hidden up in there." 

Involuntarily, she clenched her buttocks together. This she couldn't allow. 
Not her rectum! It was too intimate. Too personal. It was the only part of 
her body which they hadn't yet violated. She had to keep them out of it! 

When she felt Bobbie Joe's hands on her naked buttocks, she swung her hips 
to shake him off. Her thighs were quivering with the strain of keeping her 
tenuous balance on the milk stool, but she somehow managed to keep her 
buttocks squeezed tightly together. He couldn't touch her there! Oh God, she 
just couldn't let him! 

Then Simon Ross stepped up again and kicked the wooden stool out from under 
her toes. She swung heavily from the rope. It cut mercilessly into her skin. 

"Uuuuuuuhhhh," she moaned. 

Within moments, the pain had tranquilized her. She just dangled helplessly, 
no longer kicking or resisting. Through the blanket of agony which shrouded 
her brain, she heard the two men laughing at her limply hanging form. She 
had never felt so naked and humiliated in her whole life. . . not even the 
last time Simon Ross had fucked her in her own backyard with his two 
bug-eyed henchmen looking on . . . 

"Oohhhh, pleeasssse," she whimpered softly. "Hurts. . .so. . .much." 

Finally Simon pushed the milk stool against the wall. Desperately she groped 
for it with her feet. But it was way off to her left. She could barely touch 
it with the toes of one foot. Her other clawed in vain for a toehold in the 
wall. Her weight still hung from the rope. 

Ross watched her struggle for a while and then nudged a second stool against 
the wall. This one was placed to the right of her, about four feet from the 
other. It took her foot a moment to find it. When she did, she found that 
she could get her weight up off the rope only by balancing herself between 
the two wooden stools. The position left her totally helpless. Her legs were 
splayed wide apart, forming a large, upside-down V. At its peak was the now 
nakedly spread little circle of her anus. 

She realized that her asshole was totally unprotected, and the thought made 
her cringe with fear and horror. There was nothing to stop him now. Nothing 
to preserve the sanctity of her anus. He could have his way with her in 
whatever perverse manner he chose. There wasn't a thing she cold do about 
it. She was no better off than a helpless slave girl being abused at will by 
her master. 

"Let's get on with it," Ross said to Bobbie Joe. "See what she's got hidden 
up her snooty little ass." 

The assistant jumped to comply, pinching her cheeks between his thumbs and 
forefingers until she moaned involuntarily. He pulled them apart wider to 
stare intently at the brownly puckered lips of her anus. She could feel his 
obscene gaze upon her, soiling her most private little hole with its 
undisguised hunger. He was so close and breathing so heavily that she could 
feel his hot breath waft over the tiny brown mouth. 

"Can't see nothing," Bobbie Joe complained. "Closed up tighter than a drum." 

"Well, stick a finger up in it," Ross ordered. "She won't mind it. Not once 
you get started." His words stung her like a slap in the face. 

She felt the assistant's fingertip probing at the self-protective tightness 
of her anal sphincter muscle. He didn't care whether he hurt her or not. She 
tried not to whimper as he screwed the stubby digit into her asshole, but 
the sound came in spite of her resolve. He buried his finger to the second 
swollen knuckle and rotated it slowly around in the tightly clenching 
passage. 

She tried to squirm away, but almost lost her balance and fell from the two 
wide apart milk stools. Gingerly, she transferred her weight from one toe to 
the other. 

Her anal muscles were beginning to adapt to the intruding finger, loosening 
slightly. The fit was still snug, but it didn't hurt quite as much. Bobbie 
Joe cackled when he realized it too. "Getting to like it," he announced. 
"Little hole's sucking at it, asking for more." He wormed his finger deeper, 
not stopping until his palm was pressed flat up against her nakedly spread 
buttocks. His other hand reached up to cup and fondle the moist-lipped 
opening of her cunt. 

"Her asshole still looks too tight to me," Ross said. "How'm I ever going to 
get my cock up in there to fuck it?" 

His words made Maria's blood run cold. She wanted to jump forward, pull away 
from Bobbie Joe's finger, but she remembered how it felt to hang from the 
cruel chaff of the ropes. Biting her lip, she forced herself to accept 
whatever was coming. 

"Better grease it up," Ross said in a casual tone of voice. "Lick it all 
nice and slippery for me." 

Bobbie Joe immediately pulled his finger from her ass. She felt the tight 
little lips of the suddenly vacated little hole gape open for a minute, 
flooding her inner rectal walls with cool, damp air. Then she felt his mouth 
pressing lightly against it. The tip of his tongue swirled around to wet the 
outer edges of her anal lips while his hands gripped the roundly indented 
curves of her hips to hold her in place. 

"What does it taste like?" Ross asked. 

Bobbie Joe cackled again. "Like warm, buttery honey," he answered. Hungrily, 
he returned to the small fleshy opening, this time slithering his tongue tip 
inside it. She felt the lingual probe exploring hotly at her inner rectal 
depths, and for a fleeting instant ground back against him. Her whole body 
was starting to blaze and her cunt was suddenly flowing freely. 

Bobbie Joe licked at the tight brown opening with the broad flatness of his 
tongue and then wormed it up inside her once more with its thin pink tip. 
She felt her ass-cheek muscles relaxing around his face, her rectal walls 
softening before the animalistic tongue-lashing and she fought desperately 
to hold back a faint groan of uncontrollable pleasure. 

"All right," Ross said. His words were clipped. "She looks ready. Leave her 
to me. . .her asshole is mine." 

"Want me to go outside?" Bobbie Joe asked, stepping away from her. 

"What for?" his boss said. "You can stay and watch her get it fucked to her 
married little ass if you want to. Might learn something." 

The dispassionate coldness in his tone made her cringe. Was she nothing than 
a whore hanging there on a hook to be used a she willed? She wanted to 
scream and curse at them. But she was already too far gone from the rectal 
tonguing she had just received. When Ross' fingers began sliding sensuously 
over the skin of her buttocks, it was all she could do to keep from fainting 
with sick desire. 

She heard the rasp of his zipper as he slipped out of his pants. She tried 
to look back over her shoulder at him, but the movement brought a twinge of 
pain to her neck. She remembered his huge, elephant-like cock, and shuddered 
at the thought of it stuffed up into her virginal little asshole! But the 
shudder was not from fear alone. 

She closed her eyes and tried to banish from her mind the lewd images which 
were flickering through it. But when she felt the tip of his prick brushing 
over the nudity of her asscheeks, she saw it all in lurid detail. His hands 
would pull her buttocks apart while his blunt-nosed prick rammed deep into 
her anus. She hated him for what he was doing. But she couldn't wait for him 
to start. Her asshole was throbbing in treacherous anticipation. 

Simon held his long naked prick in his hand, sliding it up and down in the 
moist channel between her buttocks. Her rectal-hole was turning ouward, 
flowering slowly open in lewd invitation. He probed delicately at it with 
the moisture-tipped head of his cock. Then, with a hunch of his hips, he 
buried its pointed nose straight up into the tight rubbery heat of her 
asshole. 

Maria drew her breath in sharply, wincing at the pain of his penetration. 
His cock was even bigger than she remembered. She was sure it would tear her 
asunder as it reamed its way deeper and deeper inside her. But amazingly, 
her tongue-fucked and slickened asshole managed to accept it. He inched 
inward with short, jabbing thrusts of his pelvis, hesitating after each 
plunging stab to allow the tight little opening to stretch wider and adapt 
itself to his lewd fucking of it. 

Every movement that he made brought another wave of pain searing through 
Maria's loins. She wanted to pull away from him -- to lift her body by means 
of the wall peg to which she was tied. But there was a perverse kind of 
pleasure in it, too. She was being taken in the most brutal kind of way. And 
her body seemed to glory in it, as though it was a role which she had been 
perversely created to play. 

When at last, his groin smacked heavily up against her nakedly squirming 
ass-cheeks, she ground back just the slightest bit. She felt the rope bite 
into the smooth skin of her wrists, but the sensation was overpowered by the 
tearing, agonizing pleasure of his penetration. He was in all the way now. 
There was nothing more he could do to her. 

She was trying to keep from screaming out in depraved delight, but she was 
losing the battle. While he skewered hard up into her anus with his cock, 
one of his hands reached around to finger and tease at her pussy. His touch 
was almost tender. She felt a fingertip slithering through the slipperiness 
of her cunt and then tweaking the sensitive little button of her clitoris. 
She groaned aloud and twisting her asscheeks lewdly back against him almost 
lost her balance. She could feel the wiry pad of hair which covered his 
loins scouring up between her wide-split buttocks and deliberately, 
obscenely, she rotated her ass salaciously back against it. 

She was helplessly trussed, her arms pulled tight over her head and her legs 
spread wide apart to open both of the tight little holes up between her 
thighs to him. Her involuntary submission freed her guilt. She remembered 
the old proverb: When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it! Somehow, she 
managed to banish all rational thought to a deeply hidden cavern of her mid 
and she gave herself completely, irrevocably, over to lust. 

"Bobbie Joe, kick them stools away." 

In a daze, his assistant rushed to comply. Maria felt a rush of terror as 
she realized there would be nothing to keep her arms from feeling the 
excruciating pain any more. But the sensuous cravings which were mounting in 
the pit of her belly made her forget all her fear. It wouldn't matter if she 
died at the moment -- so long as she died cumming and happy. 

She struggled to wrap her legs around him behind her, but her position made 
it impossible. His cock was swelling inside her anus, stretching the fleshy, 
tightly clinging membranes even further. And she loved it! Oh, God, how she 
loved it now! 

His fingertip was flicking hotly at her clitoris, making her squirm with 
mounting passion. Each twisting movement of her ass drove his lust-hardened 
cock even deeper in her screaming belly. Her cunt was like a steam valve 
which was opened full blast. The heated liquid of her passion rushed from 
it, trailing down the insides of her thighs to make her slippery and we all 
over. But she hardly noticed. 

Her clitoris was bigger and harder than it had ever been before. His fingers 
were playing at it like a finely tuned violin. As he fingered the hotly 
swollen little button, he simultaneously rubbed and stroked the lips of her 
pussy. Skillfully he manipulated her until she jerked and twitched about on 
his heavily impaling rod like a stick puppet. She could feel the thickness 
of him grinding around deep up in her ecstatically roiling ass channel as he 
prepared to spurt out his impatiently waiting store of jism into her tightly 
clenched rectum. She was riding with him, bucking and rolling willingly 
before the slickly pistoning onslaught of his steel-hard cock. 

"Aaaaaaaiiiiyyyyyy," she wailed as her passionate feminine orgasm began. She 
dropped down onto his cock and then pulled herself off it again, ignoring 
the ache in her shoulders. She stroked his turgid rod with the lips of her 
tightly clenched anus, milking jet after jet of hotly searing semen from its 
tip. She sighed and she sobbed. She howled like a wild banshee in the night 
and suddenly let a heatedly cascading river of cum-juice roll from the lips 
of her cunt. His hand was covered in it. Some flowed back to coat the base 
of his still heavily jerking rod sunk deep up inside her wildly exploding 
bowels. 

For a moment, they were lovers, sharing the ecstasy of mutual orgasm. It was 
glorious. It was stupendous. It was better than anything she could ever 
remember. . . 

"Not a bad piece of ass, after all. Bobbie Joe, why don't you take a turn 
while I go looking for Len. Don't think he'd want to miss this." 

She groaned once as Bobbie Joe fucked deep up inside her already 
semen-slickened anal hole, but then the wild demons of passion took over 
again and once more she was screaming and creaming wildly for all the cock 
she could get. . .she wanted more. . more. . . more! 

Chapter Seven 

Phil Brent looked up from the floor he was waxing and polishing as Martha 
Nixon, the warden's wife, handed him a large cool glass of beer. It was 
against all regulations to give convicts alcohol, but no one would know in 
the privacy of the big house. She had requested his assignment as a houseboy 
in her home until his parole came through. He was now on minimum security 
and it was allowed by the prison regulations. It went against his grain to 
have to be nothing more than a domestic servant, but it was still a helluva 
lot easier than working out on the roads or something equally as bad. He 
drained his beer and mopped his forehead as he rose to his feet. 

"Thanks, Missus Nixon," he said. "You're sure nice to me." 

The older woman smiled at the handsome younger man. "I like you, Phil, and 
I'd like to do more for you. Any particular favors you need?" Her smile was 
seductive as she said it, and it demoted only one thing, but Phil could 
hardly believe it. She was a real aristocrat and looked the part in her 
demeanor and dress. Almost the Grace Kelly type, aloof, but with the kind of 
beauty and haughtiness a man would like to fuck the hell right out of her 
and make her scream and plead for more of the same. 

"Y-you might find out for me from your husband the exact date I'm to be 
released," he said with uncertainty. He wasn't quite sure yet what her 
motives were, but he was so sick of this place he would have asked the devil 
to do that little favor for him. He knew he was to be released soon, but no 
definite date had been given him. And he was almost going out of his mind to 
see Maria and Jimmy again under normal circumstances. 

The woman stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray on the coffee table and 
stared into the smoldering butt. The dim light of the afternoon sun threw 
deep and exotic shadows over the angular lines of her beautiful face. Her 
full tits rose and fell as she came to a decision. At last she looked up at 
him, her soft brown eyes lidded halfway. 

"All right," she said deliberately. "I'll find out for you. On one 
condition. Fuck me -- then I'll find out." 

At that instant, Phil thought about Maria. But he forced the image into his 
subconscious. He was too close now to receiving the information he needed. 
Too close to let notions of personal loyalty stand in the way. 

He sighed. "Let's go," he said softly. "Let's go upstairs." He took her by 
the arm and led her toward the stairs. 

In her bedroom, the warden's wife started to undress at once. "I knew you 
wanted to fuck me," she said as she unzipped the back of her tight-fitting 
dress. "And I knew it was just a matter of time. In a way, I'm glad it's 
happening. This is what I wanted all along." She peeled the thin garment 
over her shoulders and stepped out of it. 

His cock was starting to stiffen. Martha was a beautiful woman. He tried to 
think of Maria as he stepped quickly out of his pants. . . . 

* * * * * * * 

Maria lay naked, flat on her stomach on her bed. Her legs were spread as far 
apart as they could go. Her face was buried in the pillow. Jimmy sat with a 
bowl of warm water and thick absorbent towel. Tenderly he spread her still 
softly trembling buttocks and bathed the aching little mouth of her anus. 
Maria was all bruised and sore down there. The inner membranes of her rectum 
were tender and abused. She tried not to think about the things which had 
been done to her, but the memories kept coming back. 

After Simon Ross finished assfucking her, Bobbie Joe had taken a turn. His 
cock wasn't as thick as the probation officer's, and only half as long. But 
he used it brutally. He fucked her asshole repeatedly, jabbing its sensitive 
inner walls with his hard-on and not caring that her was really stretching 
her. 

By the time he had finished with her, Len McColl was waiting in line. He, 
too, was uncaring and animalistic in the way he fucked her. While he 
forcibly sodomized her, the others stood around making jokes. 

All the while she was hanging from the peg in the wall. The rope bit 
painfully into her wrists. Once in a while they put the milking stools under 
her feet so she could take her weight off the rope. But even when they did, 
they placed them so far apart that her body felt as though it was splitting 
right there at the groin. 

After a while, Ross ordered his henchmen to turn her around so he could 
stick his cock in her pussy. It began to look like they would keep on raping 
her forever. She lost track of the number of times a man's cock spurted up 
inside her cunt or asshole that night, and she stopped counting the number 
of prayers she murmured for them to finish and end her misery. 

When they brought her home this morning to dump her out at her door, she was 
more dead than alive. If Jimmy hadn't been home, she might have cut her 
wrists and ended it all right there and then. But her young son was tender 
and loving, insisting on bathing and treating her aching pussy and anus. 

He kept blaming himself and begging her to let him take her away from there. 
He said there were lots of places in San Francisco where they could stay. 
But Maria was adamant. Phil would be out on parole soon and she wanted to be 
right there when that moment arrived. 

"Ooooooooh," she moaned softly as Jimmy smoothed the moist hot towel over 
the lips of her tender swollen asshole. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked solicitously. 

"No," she answered. "Simon Ross did that. Just don't rub so hard." 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, bending to kiss the little opening. "Is that 
better?" 

"Hhhhmmmm," she sighed. The touch of his lips upon her was soothing. 
Comforting. She was beginning to feel better. Careful of her aching muscles, 
she rolled over to look up at him. He was so young. He had so much ahead of 
him. 

Jimmy stared at his mother's battered nudity, a look of guilty sympathy in 
his eyes. She saw him wince at the black and blue marks which speckled her 
titties. When he touched them, it was to heal rather than arouse. 

But in spite of her recent gang-rape, Maria felt her nipples growing rigid. 
After the vicious brutality to which she had been subjected, the tenderness 
of his touch was a turn-on. She felt her aching pussy warming. An 
involuntary groan of pleasure issued softly from her throat. 

Jimmy looked confused, as though he thought he recognized the sound but 
couldn't quite believe it. Dipping the towel into the bowl, he warmed it and 
wrung it out. Then he laid it lightly across the warm puffy mound of her 
pussy hairs. His mother sighed again. 

She could feel the warmth of the compress saturating deep into the flesh of 
her cunt. It soothed the aching muscles and relaxed her tense and burning 
tissues. It made her more sensitive, bringing all her nerve-endings close to 
the surface of her skin. The slightest movement of his fingers stimulated 
her. Incredibly, she found desire returning to her loins. 

Jimmy seemed to sense the change in her attitude. His touch on her pussy 
became less clinical and more affectionate. He was no longer patting the 
wounded area, he was petting it now. 

She felt the sudden coolness of the air pass over her, making her swollen 
little clitoris tremble in lewd anticipation. Reaching down, she passed her 
hand lightly over it. Then she pulled back her knees to spread the soft, 
fur-fringed lips of her vaginal opening for him. She knew Jimmy could see 
right inside of it that way. She watched his cock jump and twitch. 

Reaching for it, she held it lovingly in her fingers. Then Jimmy allowed her 
to pull him into position between her waiting spread thighs. His growing 
cock was just a fraction of an inch away from her pussy, but he was 
hesitant. He was obviously afraid of hurting her again after the way she had 
been fucked by all those guys last night. 

Lifting her buttocks up off the mattress, Maria raised her cunt up at him. 
She was offering it for him to fuck and play with as much as he liked, for 
him to make love to -- for him to screw silly. Tugging at his pecker, she 
pulled its head against her now wetly moistened pussy hairs. Then, dropping 
her hands to her sides, she left him on his own. 

For a moment, the youngster held back, kneeling obscenely up between his 
naked mother's legs. Then he pushed himself gently forward. When his prick 
began spreading the hair-rimmed flanges of her vagina, she moaned softly. 

"Ooohhhh, Jimmy, baby. . . " 

He froze in place, not moving in or pulling out. After an instant, he pushed 
it in a little further into his mother's waiting wetness. This time her 
whimper was of obvious pleasure. 

"Yes," she sighed. "Yes, fuck me, my sweet baby boy. I need you more than 
ever. Fuck me good and help me forget the things that happened." 

Jimmy needed no further encouragement. Throwing himself forward, he buried 
the entire length of his prick in her pussy in one stroke, rotating his hips 
slightly to screw it as deep up inside as he could. 

She gasped at the sudden shock of it and bit her lip to bring the pain under 
control. But as he moved his penis in and out, the pain faded rapidly. Her 
cock-battered pussy was suffused in the soft warmth of pleasure. 

She remained motionless, allowing him to do all the work. She could feel his 
cock fucking rhythmically up into her open cunt walls, its shaft barely 
making contact with the tender inner flesh which Simon Ross' and his 
henchmen's powerful pricks had stretched so painfully. But it was a comfort 
just having him in there. 

She could feel his young pubis nudging against her again desire-swollen 
clitoris, and she fought the desire to rotate her hips beneath him. If she 
didn't move, the pain in her legs was bearable. She sighed hoarsely as he 
fucked her to a slow and easy plateau of shimmering pleasure. 

Closing her eyes, she let the first wave of orgasm pass quiveringly over 
her. It came more as a relief than a wild ecstatic explosion. But it had a 
therapeutic effect. With each undulating rock of sexual climax, she felt her 
strength returning. When she was halfway into it, she felt like a woman 
again. 

It was just at that point that her young son's prick began spurting into 
her. She felt him filling her with youthful sperm. She let it flow like a 
warm, soothing lotion through the injured convolutions of her hungrily 
devouring cunt. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and fused her nakedness up tight 
against him. It felt so good to be cumming with him. But she wished Phil was 
here with them to watch each other doing it together. . . 

Chapter Eight 

Maria was able to get word to her husband about the abuse that Simon Ross 
was delivering in her. Her husband had thought long and hard about how to 
get even, no, get Simon Ross gone as well. The answer lay in the much hinted 
relationship Simon had with his own daughter, Cerina. Prison guards talked 
and it had filtered down to the prisoners that Simon enjoyed his grown 
daughter in the lewdest possible way. Making that public would insure his 
departure from the job, probably the state! 

Phil looked over at the huge black sitting beside him in the warden's car as 
they sped through the night. He had really thrown one into Martha Nixon last 
night. And he had not only talked her into getting him out, but, through 
her, had managed to bring Jocko Brown out with them. Brown was a former 
all-pro defensive tackle who was doing time for ripping a guy to pieces two 
days after the guy had spent three hours raping his wife. If he had caught 
the guy in the act, it would have been perfectly legal, but by not catching 
up to him for two days, then it became murder in the first degree, 
regardless of what the sonofabitch had done. 

"Thanks for coming, Jocko. I appreciate the chance you're taking to help me. 
If we ever got caught, it could mean time in solitary," Phil said gratefully 
to the man. They had become good friends in prison, and Phil had promised 
that after he was paroled, he would do everything he could to get Jocko a 
new trial. With a new trial based on reduced charges, the chances were good 
that Jocko could be released on the time he had already served. A lawyer had 
already confirmed that it looked good. 

"It's nothin' man. There's nothin' more those bastards can do to me that 
they haven't done already. Besides, I haven't had a good piece of cunt for 
so long. . fucking the living shit out of a lawman's personal property, 
that's the part I like. They been doing it to me for so long now, I think 
it's about time I got even." 

Cerina Lane was lying on the living room couch stripped completely naked and 
reading an erotic novel. She had just finished taking a bath and enjoyed 
lying around without any clothes on. Besides, she could rub her hands all 
over her naked tits and pussy while she read. Her body craved attention and 
this was how she satisfied it. 

Her husband, who was always on the road as a salesman, was a lousy little 
mouse-type lover who hardly ever touched her. Her father, Simon Ross, was 
always diddling with the convicts' wives that lived in the area. When he 
would drop over, he was most of the time too tired these days to give her a 
really good screw. This was downright frustrating for a cock-starved woman 
like her. 

She was beginning to find infidelity to her father creeping into her dreams 
at night and into her daytime fantasies. Sometimes she thought about strange 
men fucking her when she read the erotic books. She'd be dressed in frilly 
night clothes and be lying on satin sheets while they touched and kissed her 
all over. She'd spread her legs willingly while they played with their 
lust-hardened pricks. She'd have magnificent fantasy orgasms while her 
fingers or a vibrator flashed hotly in and out the desire-swollen hole of 
her cunt. 

Knowing it was hopeless, she swept her hand over the mound of her pelvis. 
The erotic book was making her hot. The instant her fingers touched her 
pussy hairs, her whole groin started tingling. She slid down further on the 
couch to open her legs wider. 

She began cupping her huge breasts with her free hand while she continued 
fondling her cunt. Her body was becoming warm. Even warmer than the well 
heated air of the room. She could see her nipples hardening to quiver lewdly 
upward. She could feel them pucker with longing for touch. For male hands. 
For any hands! The room's heated air penetrated up inside her there. She 
started to fuck herself with her hand. 

She was immersed so deeply in the pleasure of her autoerotic caress that she 
didn't hear the two masked men enter the room. But she felt a sudden chill 
as cool air followed them through the open door. She opened her eyes and 
gasped when she saw them. One was a black man -- tall and powerful looking. 
In one hand he held a knife. The other man held an 8mm sound movie camera! 

For a moment her heart stopped. Fear clutched at her vitals. Fear of death. 
Or worse. Then suddenly she was ashamed. Her fingers were still buried in 
the slit of her pussy. Her hand was still cupped over the swell of her tits. 
Her eyes closed for a moment and then opened again. Reddening, she turned 
her face away. 

She tried to cover herself with her hands, but realized the impossibility of 
the task. Finally she let them drop to the couch. She couldn't speak. She 
just looked at them dumbly. The white man turned the camera on her naked 
body and she heard it whir into action. The black, still pointing the knife 
menacingly at her, undid the buckle of his belt. 

Cerina trembled. They had come to rape her. And there was no way to stop 
them. She felt her fingertips grow cold as she saw his massive black cock 
spring into view. Beneath it, his balls hung in a dark and furry purse. As 
he stepped out of his pants, they swung forward and backward like two hugely 
swaying balloons. 

She felt her nipples aching with desire. He was going to fuck her. He was 
going to put that big brutal dick inside and fuck it in and out until her 
filled her belly with his lewdly flowing nigger cum. And it wouldn't be her 
fault. Her father could never blame her for it. She wasn't messing around, 
she was being raped. 

"What do you want?" she croaked. Her voice was tense with excitement. 

"Don't you know?" Jacko asked in a throaty masculine tone. Phil remained 
silent, his camera working to record it all. 

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, gesturing toward the knife. 

"Not if you cooperate," he answered smiling ruthlessly, "and do a good job 
for the fuck film we're making." 

"Are . . are you going to rape me?" she asked. Her whole body was trembling. 
Her skin was covered with gooseflesh. 

"Get off the couch. We need room," was all he said. He branbdished the knife 
before her. 

She stood up slowly, aware of her naked tits and buttocks. "You don't need 
that knife, you know," she said deliberately. "You saw me when you came in. 
I'm so hot, I'm crazy. I'll do anything you want. Just treat me gentle when 
you fuck me -- and make me cum!" 

The white man with the camera smiled more broadly. Keeping it on her, he 
said, "Lead us to the bedroom." Jocko waved the knife at her again, but the 
menacing sneer was gone from his face. She was no longer afraid. As she 
walked, she felt his gaze upon her swing ass and moved it a little more 
sensuously to lure him on. 

In the bedroom, she turned and reached for his penis, ignoring the knife he 
held. It no longer frightened her. "My, your cock is so big. Much bigger 
than my husband's or my father's. My father is the local probation officer, 
you know. You're going to be fucking a probation officer's daughter. But 
don't worry, I won't describe you to him. Not accurately, that is." 

The man's cock throbbed in her hand, and she felt her pussy sizzle with 
heat. Placing the knife on the dresser, he led her to the bed. 

"What would you like to do to my cock?" he asked her. The question brought a 
thrill to her womb. 

"I'd like to suck it," she said, falling to her knees. "Can I suck it? Can 
I, please?" 

"You want to suck my big black cock?" he taunted. 

"Yessss," she hissed in answer. "I've always wanted to suck a big black 
cock." 

Opening her mouth wide, she moved forward and closed it around the smooth, 
rubbery head. Her tongue swept over it, making audible little slurping 
noises. The sounds were turning her on even more. She felt liberated. The 
knife and the two men's felonious intention freed her to do anything she 
wanted. And it wasn't even cheating on her beloved father or her asshole 
husband. 

She moved her head back and forth, taking the shiny black length of his 
hardness far back into her warm receptive throat. Her hands reached up to 
play with his balls, rolling them from finger to finger as she sucked him 
off. His chocolate colored prick tasted manly and powerful. She jabbed her 
tongue tip at the tiny cum-slit which bisected its head, lapping away the 
slippery little droplet that was forming there. 

"I'm going to lick your black asshole," she moaned. She felt his prick 
twitch at her words. It felt good to turn a man on again. It excited her. 
Made her fel like a real woman. 

"Lick it, you bitch," the black growled. 

"Mmmmmm," she intoned. "I'm licking it. And it tastes so good." She filled 
her mouth with the masculine taste of him as she ran her tongue up and down 
over the visibly throbbing little circle. She hadn't been this aroused in 
months. 

Stiffly, she inserted her tongue in the tight, rubbery opening. It was tight 
and elastic and stinky. But that excited her still more. She drove deeper, 
pushing it past the rubbery sphincter muscle and tasting of the mysterious 
spice of his rectum 

"Mmmmmmph!" she mumbled up between his buttocks. "You taste so sexy. Let me 
be your white cunt." 

"All right, white cunt," he said softly, drawing her to her feet and pushing 
her on the bed. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." 

Her cunt boiled over with excitement. "I'd like you to put your big cock in 
my ass! I'd like you to fuck me every way there is. I'd like you to bite my 
titties and leave marks for my daddy to see. I'd like to smear your nigger 
cum all over my belly and rub it in my hair." Suddenly a wistful gleam came 
in her eye. "I'd like you to tie me down to the bed and ravish me brutally." 

The man seemed to like the idea. His eyes gleamed bright against his darkly 
handsome skin. He swept some panties off the top of her dresser and tore 
them into four strips. Then he moved toward her, reaching out to place his 
fingertips on her chest. Pushing gently, he shoved her backward onto the 
mattress as Phil's camera whirred on, capturing it all in both sight and 
sound. 

Cerina spread herself for him, her wrists and ankles pointing to the four 
corners of the bed. Her breathing deepened as she felt him tying her with 
the pieces of her uselessly ripped panties. It was happening. Really 
happening. When he was finished tying her, she stood up and looked at her 
nudely spread body. His cock throbbed as she studied her tits. His cock 
throbbed as he studied her tits. Bending over her, he rubbed its now 
slightly dribbling tip against one of her nipples. 

She crooned softly. He was turning her on with the gentle touch of his 
penis. He was massaging her titties with his cock and balls. She murmured, 
"Oooooooh, that feels so good. I wish daddy was more like you." 

The black man's face lit up with a secret smile whose purpose confused her 
for a moment. Then the sensation of his caress wiped it from her mind. 

He bent to press his mouth to her pussy, kissing it softly with lips that 
were pursed and wet. "Yessss," she sighed. "Oh, Lord, lick my hot little 
white pussy. I love it!" 

She felt his tongue slide into her, wetting more the openly spread lips of 
her cunt. She felt her hips rising to him, yearning for still more of his 
handsome black body. She shoved her clitoris at him, whining when his tongue 
lashed it to erection. 

"My clitty," she sobbed. "My cliiiityyeeee!" She was in sensual heaven. She 
wanted it never to end. 

"Oh, God, fuck me now," she whispered lewdly. "Put your big black cock up in 
my cunt and fuck me crazy with it! Split me right up the middle with it!" 

He assumed his position between her legs, slapping her cunt-trench with the 
underside of his mighty meat. She strained at her bonds, trying to throw 
herself up at him. His cock-head found her greedily waiting little 
fuck-mouth. 

"Ooooooooh, yes," she moaned aloud. "It's in me now. Just the head. Just the 
tip. Deeper," she entreated. "Deeper. DEEPER! FUCK IT DEEPER!" 

He fell forward, driving its whole length into her at once. 

"Aaaaaahh, yesssss," she wailed. "It's all the way in. You big black cock is 
all the way up inside my hot twat! And it feeeeellllsssss sssooooo 
gooooood." She heaved her hips about, pushing her cunt up at him to grasp 
his cock's base in its fur-rimmed outer lips. "Suck my tits. Suck my tits." 

He began to lick her nipples at once, as though he had been waiting for her 
to request it. Each time his tongue licked over one of her nipples, she 
sobbed in passion. As he laved the sensitived surfaces of her aureoles, her 
shout of pleasure grew louder. 

He was shouting something. But his words didn't make any sense to her. 

"I'm fucking her good now, Mister Probation Officer," he was saying toward 
the microphone on the camera. "And now that she'd had a REAL man, how's she 
ever going to go back to fucking you for fun?" 

Cerina paid no attention. It didn't matter what he said, or what was on his 
mind. His prick was taking her on a marvelous trip. She wrapped her pusy 
around it and rode it wildly to glory. It was bigger and thicker than her 
father's. And he knew how to use it better, too. 

She wanted to throw her arms and legs up around him, but the bonds held her 
tight. "Let me kiss you," she pleaded. When he lowered his head, she pressed 
her lips to his, holding him in a long lingering labial embrace. Her tongue 
snaked out to enter his mouth. Her teeth nibbled hungrily at his lips. She 
felt his thick balck penis skewering into her belly. She wanted to merge 
with him completely. 

She felt an orgasm building inside her, and she struggled to hold it back. 
She wanted the fucking to go on forever. Every breath she took was a frantic 
scream of excitement. The room was filled with the sounds of her insatiable 
passion. 

"I'm going to cum," she shouted at last. "Cum WITH me Cum IN me! Fill my 
cunt with your red-hot jizm!" 

She ground her ass lewdly down against the heavily squeaking mattress as her 
climax began. She felt her body going out of control. Each inward thrust of 
his long, thickly plowing cock brought a wave of glistening ecstasy rolling 
across the plain of her nakedly squirming belly. She felt her emotion spill 
over, the joy of sexual fulfillment overflowing her. 

"Oh, I'm cummming. I'm cummming," she wailed. "Don't stop fucking Don't stop 
fucking it!" 

His cock started to spray, painting the walls of her cunt with his heated 
black-man's semen. She howled like an animal as it started flowing into her. 
She could feel its warm, slippery heat bursting far up into her crazily 
exploding womb. She could feel its wetness greasing his strokes. It would be 
inside her forever -- arousing her, turning her on whenever she craved 
satisfaction in her future life. 

"Oh, I feel you cumming in me," she told him. "So much. Soooo muuuuch!" She 
was half out of her mind with sexuality. Her brain spun, her body undulated. 
She heard thunder in her head. She saw flashes of silvery light zig-zagging 
across the room. 

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. And when it ended, another one began. 
Even after his cock had gone soft, he continued rocking against her, 
bringing rush after rush of pleasure to her groin. She gurgles and babbled 
incoherently until, exhausted, she fell back limp against the mattress. 

"Oh my God," she said, "will I see you again? Tell me, when will I see you 
again?" 

"Oh, don't worry, Missus Lane. If you got an 8mm movie projector around, 
you're going to be seeing a lot of me." Jocko smiled over at Phil and the 
still whirring camera as he pulled his cock from her still tightly gripping 
pussy to allow Phil to zoom in on the cum-drenched cunt hairs surrounding it 
up between her open thighs . . . 

Chapter Nine 

It was exactly thirty days later that Phil had walked from the prison into 
the open arms of his happily waiting wife. It had only been a week before 
that the blatant, hardcore stag film entitles "The Probation Officer's 
Daughter" had hit the stands of Cranston Village Beach's local adult book 
stores. Needless to say, it was an immediate sellout sensation in the small 
community. It had taken Simon Ross exactly three hours to flee the state and 
his henchmen had left for other offices as well. 

That night Maria snuggled securely in her husband's arms. He was with her at 
last and she pressed her lips to his and kissed him warmly. With him lying 
at her side, there was nothing more for her to fear. 

She could hear him breathing. She could feel his heartbeat reverberating 
against her chest as they embraced. They had already made love three times 
in the couple of hours since he came back. But her body still ached for him. 

Rubbing herself against him like a kitten anxious to be stroked, she reached 
for his cock. It was soft and flexible, lying across his naked thigh like a 
sleeping snake. She moved her fingers slowly over its surface, thrilling to 
the little twitch it gave in response. Pressing her lips wetly to his skin, 
she kissed his throat and his chest. 

He felt so big and muscular. It excited her just to touch him. Her moist 
lips caressed his nipple, nibbling lovingly at it. Her tongue swept out to 
glide across it. She loved tasting his manly body. She loved being with him. 
It made her feel safe and protected. 

It would be easy to lie there forever, reveling in his gentleness and 
sympathy. But there was something he had to know. And the longer she put it 
off the harder it would be. She had to tell him about her and their son, 
Jimmy. She had to tell him now. Even if it meant taking the chance of losing 
him. 

She kissed him again, trying to find the words. Trying to find a way to 
begin. Her fingers remained in contact with his cock. Her hand moved idly up 
and down. She could feel the heated blood of arousal pounding through his 
prick. It made her cunt begin to warm up all over again. 

"Darling," she said softly. "You were away a long time." 

"Mmmmmmm," he sighed. He was playing with her titties, rolling the nipples 
in his fingers. "Got a lot to make up for." He buried his face in the 
softness of her bosom. 

She could feel him pressing his loins against her, pressing into her nudity 
with the semi-stiffness of his cock. She stroked it up and down, unable to 
resist the desire which billowed inside her. The lips of her cunt were 
parted in anticipation. This was getting more difficult every second. 

"Darling, Ross, Len and Bobbie Joe weren't the only ones," she blurted 
suddenly, "who fucked me while you were in prison." 

His whole body seemed to stiffen. Then he let his breath out very slowly. "I 
was no angle, either," he said at last, remembering the warden's wife. 

But she had to go on. Her fingers tightened involuntarily around the shaft 
of his penis. "No," she said hastily. "Not just that. I mean. . . " she just 
couldn't say it, but then she did. "It was Jimmy who fucked me," she 
whispered finally, in a voice almost too soft to be heard. 

She felt his prick jump in her hand. "Our son?" he asked , incredulously. 
His cock seemed to be getting harder. "Our fifteen year old boy?" 

She started to cry. "There's no way to explain it," she whimpered. "It just 
happened." 

"More than once?" he asked. His breathing was becoming labored, and there 
was a faint note of excitement in his voice. 

"Yes. More than once. Several times." 

His cock was suddenly thick and stone hard. She could feel its rising heat 
against her fingers. He rolled his hips to rub it against her. Then he 
whispered, "Tell me about it." His lips brushed lightly over her ear. 

Maria's whole body was wrapped in a sudden sensuous chill. He wanted 
details! The story of their son fucking her was turning him on! She could 
feel the desire of his excitement coursing heavily through his lust-swollen 
hardness. She could sense the renewed urgency of his need. It made her pussy 
tingle in lewd delight. 

The thought of describing her incestuous experiences of him filled her with 
wicked eroticism. Her body was shimmering with lust. She rolled her 
fingertips over the head of his prick as his hand cupped the mound of her 
cunt. They lay side by side touching each other's genitals. Her shame and 
embarrassment were fading. 

"The first time," she whispered, "I caught him playing with his cock after 
he saw Simon Ross fuck me." 

Phil exhaled heavily. Rubbing his scrotum lightly with the tips of her 
fingers, she continued. It was getting easier. 

"His cock was so hard," she said. The memory was stimulating her. Her cunt 
felt Phil's fingers slipping inside it and she ground her pelvis up at him. 
For a moment she was silent as he probed and tickled the openly spread 
little mouth. 

"I made him touch me," she murmured, speaking from the reverie itself. "His 
hands on my tits nearly drove me crazy." She stopped to place one of her 
husband's hands on her breast, writhing restlessly as he fondled it. "He put 
his finger in my cunt, just like you're doing." 

Her husband's breath was coming in a long, low wheezing rasp now. His 
fingers scissored erotically inside of her. She could feel her juices 
bathing them. She could feel his knuckle brushing sensuously over the nipple 
of her pussy. 

"He fingerfucked my cunt as though he had been fingering girl's pussies for 
years. he realllly got me turned on." 

Phil was moaning aloud now, the sounds muffled by her tit in his mouth. As 
she stroked his loins, his hips moved up and down erratically. She had never 
seen him this excited. She wanted to tell him more. She wanted to tell him 
everything about their son fucking her! 

"I was so worked up I nearly came in his hand," she whispered. "And he 
nearly spewed out his cum all over my fingers." 

Phil's penis was throbbing. The hefty feel of it in her hand made her whine 
with passionate sex-hunger. But the vicarious thrill of her description kept 
her talking into his ear. 

"Finally, I spread my legs wide and told him to get on top of me and fuck 
me," she breathed heavily. 

"Hhhhhhhmmmmm," Phil keened. His ass was moving frantically, working his 
lust-hardened cock up and down in her grasp. "How did it feel?" he asked. 

"His cock is shorter than yours, but its almost six inches, I swear. I can 
still feel it sliding in and out of my pussy. Ohhh, my pussy wanted him so 
bad, baby." 

"Like this!" he asked breathlessly. He slipped two of his fingers up into 
her and moved them in and out in the desperate, rhythmless stroke of an 
inexperienced lover. 

"Oooooooohhhhyesssss," she hissed. "Like that. . . just like that!" She felt 
his fingers sliding in only as far as the second knuckle. Then it pulled out 
again. Her cuntlips sucked inward and clutched at it, enfolding it in a 
moist, lustful little caress. Her clitoris was erect and pulsating now. 

Phil's cock jumped about in her fingers. She knew that it was getting ready 
to spurt forth it's cum. She wanted to feel the jism striking her. She 
wanted to feel its heated viscosity on her skin. Jerking it with a quick 
little fucking motion, she aimed its tip at the firm tanned skin of her 
belly. It was already beginning to spasm. 

"When he came up in my cunt," she whispered wheezingly, "I thought it would 
never stop flowing. He shot me full of his cum, baby! Shot mama a big 
fuckin' load!" 

Her words drove him over the brink! 

"Uuuuunnnhh!" he grunted as the first spurt jetted wildly out of his prick. 
"Oohh, yeaaaahh!" 

She felt it wetting her belly and filling the crater of her navel. Although 
he had already cum inside her several times, the semen gushed from his cock 
in a seemingly endless torrent of fire. Hearing about her and Jimmy had 
refilled him with vitality. She couldn't wait to tell him about the other 
things they had done. 

But she was finding it harder and harder to speak. It was all she could do 
to breathe. The words wouldn't form. She was climbing up the sheer wall of 
pre-climax. She was going to boil over. Any second. Any instant. Now! 

She wailed as her pussy started to flow, wetting his rapidly sluicing 
fingers with its juice. At the sound of her passion peak, he rammed four 
fingers into her, their tips coming together to make a bluntly tapering 
cone. She gasped and sobbed, fighting for oxygen. She had reached a new 
peak, climbed to a height which she before she had never attained. It was 
glorious! It was magnificent! 

When her cum was finally over, she felt truly fulfilled for the first time 
in months. She lay with her husband, holding him close to her hot body. When 
he kissed her, she met his eyes with her own. 

Her confession hadn't damaged their relationship as she feared it might. 
Instead, it had strengthened it. She found herself wondering about the 
things he had done while away. I was no angel, he had said. Her cunt tingled 
at the thought of hearing about him fucking some other woman later. 

Suddenly there was a knock outside the door, and she started with alarm. 

"Don't worry, baby," Phil said, already on his feet to answer the door. 
"It's Jimmy. I sent him on an errand." 

"Should I get dressed?" Maria asked him shyly. 

"What for?" Phil answered with a lustful smile. "He's obviously already seen 
all you've got. And I bet he'll be happy to hear, he'll being seeing it some 
more." 

When Jimmy entered the bedroom, he seemed embarrassed by the nudity of his 
mother and father. But his face maintained a serious expression. 

"I got the champagne like you told me to, Dad," he said, his eyes unable to 
keep from roving over his beautiful mother's naked, still cum-splattered 
curves. 

"That's a good boy, Son. Now, while I open the bottle for a little 
celebration for all of us, I want you to take off your clothes." 

"Whaaa?" Jimmy started, not believing his ears. His father didn't sound like 
he was kidding. Had Mom told him about what they had been doing??!! 

"That's right, Jimmy boy. I want you to show your dad some of the things you 
did for your mother while I was away. You know it takes a real man to look 
after things when his father's not around. No, go ahead, Jimmy. I want you 
both to pretend I'm not here and you're doing it just between the two of 
you. It makes it more exciting that way for the both of us." 

Phil poured out a large glass of champagne for Maria and she drained it down 
happily as she watched their young fifteen-year-old son exuberantly strip 
his clothes away. In a moment, both of them were naked on the bed, mother 
and eager son, Phil sitting in the arm chair nearby with a glass of 
champagne in one hand, watching. With the other, he stroked idly up and down 
on his slowly rehardening cock. He knew that this was going to be the show 
of his life! 

Maria began the incestuous session, reaching over to give her young son's 
penis a loving squeeze, feeling it leap to almost full rigidity at her first 
touch. 

"Don't forget," she said coyly. "We're not supposed to know your father's 
watching us. It'll give him a bigger thrill that way." 

She rolled over and buried her face in the youngster's almost hairless 
groin. His ample cock grew stiff and stone-hard as she straddled him upside 
down in the classic 69 position. She saw its smooth, burgeoning head shining 
as it instinctively reached for her lips. Stroking her tongue over it, she 
lowered her pussy to his mouth. 

She felt his excited breath laving hotly against its eagerly puckering lips. 
Then he kissed it. She sighed as his lips made brushing contact with the 
sensitive flesh up between her thighs. It felt wonderful. Almost good enough 
to make her forget that Phil was excitedly watching. She fought desperately 
to restrain the urge to look up. She struggled to devote all her attention 
to the manly little cock which filled her mouth with the taste of adolescent 
young manhood. It wasn't hard to do! 

Her lips closed around it, bathing its shaft with heated saliva. Her tongue 
swept over its surface. Through passion-slitted eyes, she saw his scrotum 
wrinkle and pull upward into his body. He moaned, his vibrating lips teasing 
her erotically quivering cunt-tit. 

Jimmy had his lips around the delicate bud of her clitoris and was sucking 
it with a noisy slurping delight. Neither of them were thinking about their 
husband and father now. She ground her loins hotly around above him, wetting 
his entire face with the openly flaring lips of her cunt-hole. Now and then 
he wormed his tongue up through the softness of her blonde pussy-hairs and 
on up into the inwardly clenching well of her pussy walls. 

She nipped teasingly on his cock, bringing a moan of pleasure mixed with 
slight pain from his lips. She teased at his sperm-filled young balls and 
anus with her fingernails. His body was soon beating a wild tattoo against 
the mattress, rising and falling to drive his virily hardened young cock 
deeper into her mouth. She could feel the smooth skin of his pubis grinding 
hard against her lips. She could taste the youthful flavor of pre-cum 
seeping from his mouth-fucking hardness! 

Her hips rocked up to spread the lips of her cunt wider as she pressed it 
back tighter to Jimmy's lips. His toongue fucked noisily in and out of it, 
his mouth nibbling lightly on the nipple of her clitoris. She grunted and 
ground her pussy even harder down over his face, burying his nose deep up in 
the wetness of her openly flaring pussy-hole. His tongue was tightly between 
the now greedily devouring lips of her cunt. 

Their love sounds were getting louder in a way that could never have been 
faked. She was humming aloud with pure, undisguised lust as his tongue 
skewered unceasingly up into her pussy. Jimmy was sobbing with pleasure as 
his cock grew bigger and the head of it popped repeatedly through the tight 
little tonsil-ring at the back of his mother's throat. They were approaching 
the point of no return! 

And then suddenly, as Jimmy's jerking cock began spurting out its hotly 
spewing offering up into Maria's greedily working throat muscles and her own 
pussy exploded into wildly screaming orgasm, Phil could stand it no longer! 

He leaped from his chair and moved to the side of the bed, stroking his 
lust-hardened cock as he went. A second later, the long powerful streams of 
his whitely bursting jizm were spurting out on the nakedness of his wife's 
rhythmically humping back as she ground out her own orgasm insanely down 
into the face of their fifteen year old son. Her hungrily devouring pussy 
lips locked tightly around his tongue as it drove desperately up inside her 
wildly shivering cunt. 

Jesus Christ! Phil thought happily as the last spurt of his cum pooled wetly 
in the hollow of his wife's nakedly writhing back. It's gong to take one 
helluva lot to ever break this family up again. Ain't nobody got going what 
we've got!! 


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