Bang A Bunch Of Boys
by Diana Butts


FOREWORD 

What would you do to amuse yourself if just you and your teenaged son lived 
alone in a chummy little trailer park? And your teenaged son had some real 
far-out buddies ... one very close stay-over-night type buddy? Teenaged boys 
built bigger and with more stamina than their dads had at the same horny 
young age? 

That's exactly what Diana Butts does to amuse herself, too ... she writes 
about the things she knows best ... her friends and neighbors in the chummy 
little trailer park where Mrs. Butts lives with her handsome son. Mrs. Butts 
has declined to acknowledge that Bang A Bunch of Boys is autobiographical, 
but we here at Surrey House, Inc. insist upon putting two and two together, 
as often as possible, and we drew our own conclusions about house-trailer 
living. 

We offer you the very same opportunity with Bang A Bunch of Boys. 

Fortunately Mrs. Butts has the very talented German shepherd King to help 
out ... at least in her novel. We doubt seriously if Mrs. Butts was ever 
dragged through the bushes by a gang of teenie-rapists and just worked over 
from top to bottom as the ultimate object of a bunch of little boys' most 
erotic fantasy. 

Or endures the ecstatic delights that only the giant of a black man can 
furnish to wile-away the quieter hours. 

Bang A Bunch of Boys has it all, and then some. Read on and see for yourself 
exactly what we mean by truth being much stranger than most fiction you'll 
encounter these days, anywhere. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Diana urged her huge German shepherd to her boiling cunt. 

"Come on, boy, come smell mama's sweet hole. Come on, baby, taste of my hot 
juices." She slid her fingers up and down her slippery crack and held them 
to the dog's nose. 

"Come on, King, lick my fingers. My juices're so warm, and they taste so 
good. Come on, baby." She talked softly to the huge dog. 

The big dog bumped his nose on her hand that was running wet with cunt 
juice. He began to lick and sniff at her fingers. He lapped all her sticky 
vaginal jazz and searched for more. He licked his chops and sniffed down her 
flat belly to her wet, sticky nest. 

"That's it, boy. Keep going. Go on down to my tunnel, down a little farther, 
down, boy, down." she cooed. "Let's you and me have a good fuck. You can do 
a damned fine job on screwing. Come on, boy." 

The dog sniffed deep into her burning pussy. His rough tongue lapped at her 
dark, curly pubic hair. His hot breath seared into her eager snatch. 

Diana spread-eagled her legs, laying wide open her fragrant steaming crack. 
"Those friggin' little bastards really turned me on. Now, King, you can 
follow through with the actual fucking." 

She thought of her fourteen-year-old son Danny, and his buddy Mike. She had 
been sitting on the patio watching them fold their newspapers for their 
delivery routes. Sonofabitch, for such young kids they had bulges in their 
pants that would turn on any woman in her right mind. I can't help it if 
they're both built like young stud horses. Shit, that Mike must have a dong 
that'd go in my hole and up to my mouth. I sure would like to get a good 
punch job from him. Of course that's out of bounds. Danny's out of bounds, 
too. He's my son and screwing him would be incest. I'll have to get it on 
with my dog. He comes across with one fine fuck, if I must say to myself. 
Those damned boys and their tight pants filled so full the bumps ought to 
split the pants. They didn't have to sit Indian fashion and have their big 
whangs all but jump out at me! I'd like to suck a prick like theirs. I'll 
bet either one of them would taste delicious ... all runny with cum, all 
throbbing and shooting my mouth full of succulent, boiling sperm. What a 
fantastic thought! To eat my own son's cock would be really 
cherry-delicious. Fantastic! I better not think of that sort of thing. I 
must be losing my marbles. That buddy of his would be a tasty mouthful. I 
bet he'd like me to chew his tight, little asshole. I'd sure get a thrill 
out of sticking my tongue in his tight bung-hole. I wonder what he'd do? I 
know what his folks would do if they ever found out ... send me to jail. 
Why'm I thinking such ridiculous thoughts? I've often wondered about 
screwing a young boy, but why'm I hung up now so bad? I can't think of such 
dumb things. 

"Come on, King, let's get it on," Diana whispered. 

She flipped over on all fours. She felt the dog nose into her wet asshole. 
His saliva-covered, rough tongue lapped at her sweaty crack. Her heart 
pounded! Her body quivered! Her body shook! Shots of fire burst within her 
flaming-hot body! 

She felt the dog mount her. The feel of his hot, thumping penis snubbed to 
her asscrack and slid quickly to her fluttering cunt making her shake with 
anticipation. She felt his shovel-nosed prick penetrate her slippery, 
boiling hole. Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly onto his rampaging cock. 

He humped his hips and whammed his slick dick deeply into her gyrating box. 
He pushed it into her tight tube and pounded it home. The dog grunted and 
whined wildly. 

Diana's tunnel muscles relaxed their grip slightly on the dog's pulsating 
penis. She felt his hard knob bang against her cuntal mouth. 

King humped his hips and grunted low moans deep in his throat. His front 
paws clutched around her sweat-slick belly. He humped and plunged it in and 
out, to and fro. 

Diana took one of her hands and felt for her own seeping crack. Her fingers 
found her juice-drenched clit and she tweaked it violently. Tingles of 
passion shocked through her frenzied body. Her fingers pushed to her cuntal 
mouth. Her vaginal opening fluttered to her touch and the dog's ramming. 

"FUCK IT TO ME ... RAM IT IN ... FUCK IT TO ME ... FUCK, BABY ... FUCK IT TO 
ME," Diana gasped. 

The dog picked up jack-hammer speed and pounded her dribbling hole as if he 
understood just what she said. 

The dog-fucking sent her spiraling to the stars. Her clit sent shocks of 
delight into her gut. Her boiling hole grasped and clenched his shooting 
prong and drained every drop of slippery fluid out of him. 

Her dark head whirled and hair flew wildly in the air. Her breathing came in 
short, inward gulps. Her arms would hold her weight no more and she 
collapsed into bliss on her sweat-slick belly. 

"LORDY ... LORDY ... LORDY ... WHAT A CUM!! YOU'RE BIGGER AND BETTER EVERY 
TIME ... KING! MY FINE FUCKIN' DOG ... YOU'RE A PRIZE OF A COCK ... 
OOOOHHHH, THAT WAS GOOOOOD!" 

The dog pulled his limp and rubbery tool out of her cum-deluged tunnel. He 
sat contentedly between her wide-spread legs and tongued her slippery crack. 
His rough tongue lapped and licked the oozing jizz from her drenched and 
spasming vaginal mouth. 

"That feels sooo great!" Diana purred to her stud dog. 

The dog continued his pleasure-work and lapped her flooded slit. His nose 
prodded into her seething cuntal mouth a full inch in search of more 
delicious juices. 

He was well rewarded as her whole tunnel was rolling with waves of dog 
juice. He lapped at the oceans of goo that flooded into his snorting, 
slurping mouth and bathed his thick tongue in sticky, hot prick jizz. 

That is really far-out ... King's a neat dog ... really spiffy. If I wasn't 
so cock-starved, maybe I wouldn't think of taking on my dog ... maybe I'd've 
missed his fantastic stud service ... maybe I'd be balling a mile-a-minute 
with some grand human type peter. Oh, but I'd hate to miss this fabulous pup 
grinding it into me and fucking me for all he's worth.... 

Diana flipped over on her back and spread two well rounded thighs. She took 
her fingers and spread her labial lips wide apart. Her exposed pink love-bud 
vibrated madly. She wanted more of that dog! She knew he could make her 
writhe around in another cum-job by just nosing around her fluttering clit 
and juicy vagina. 

Diana had this problem ... she never got enough sex ... never ... never ... 
never. She had worked her dog down to the nub before, and she'd do it again 
... and again. She loved being turned on. She loved fucking. 

She loved to have her dog lick her slit, vagina, and clit. His thick, rough 
tongue sent shivers up and down her body. 

King crawled commando style up between her tanned thighs and poked his 
cum-soaked nose to her popped-out, fluttering clit. 

"THAT'S IT, BABY, THAT'S IT!! TAKE A GOOD WHIFF OF ALL THAT GOOD JUICE. 
THAT'S YOURS AND MINE ALL MIXED TOGETHER! SMELLS LIKE FISH AND YOU LOVE FISH 
... LICK ME, KING ... LICK ... LICK. GIVE ME A GOOD TONGUE JOB ... THAT'S 
THE BOY, LICK YOUR LITTLE HEART OUT." 

The big beautiful dog prodded her pulsating clit. His thick tongue came out 
of his hot mouth and he licked roughly and eagerly at her tender 
passion-button. He lapped down her moist slit and nudged at her steaming 
vagina. 

"AAAAHHHHOOO FAR ... OUT, JUST KEEP IT UP. THAT'S GREAT ... ABSOLUTELY THE 
MOST ... I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! " Diana pushed her weeping crotch up into the 
dog's face. She swiveled her hips slightly. She didn't want the dog to lose 
his place eating at her seething cuntal mouth. She reached her hands for the 
dog's head and held it tightly to her smoldering hole while she pitched her 
hips up and into the dog's lapping tongue. 

King anxiously scarfed up all the runny, sticky goo he could find. He inched 
forward to resume his heavy licking of her wiggling clit. 

Diana was going to cum again. Her torrid tunnel spasmed and ran hot. Her 
puffy clit tingled. Her whole body wracked and shook. Her face was fevered. 
Her head reeled. She clutched the dog's head firmly. 

"I'MMM GGONNNAAA ... CCCCUUUMMMM," she cried, reeking of passion. 

King licked a steady, rough lap on her voluptuous love-bud. 

Diana punched her hips up to the dog. 

"STICK YOUR WHOLE DAMNED HEAD IN MEEE. FUCK IT TOOOO MEEEE. FUCK ... FUCK 
... EAT ME ALIVE! BITE ME! FUCK ... FUCK...." 

King snorted and licked her slippery crack. He nudged deeper into her 
burning hole. He scarfed and sneezed when his nose got so full of her 
scorching pools of fluid. 

She felt the dog's tongue steady on her clit and could take no more. Her 
hungry cunt lunged spasming into the dog's face and ran hot with steaming 
juice. 

"OOOOHHHH, THAT WAS GREAT!" 

King nuzzled her sticky pussy and lapped all the cum off her matted pubic 
hair. 

"That's enough for a minute, King," Diana gasped and patted the dog's huge 
head. She pushed the young heated dog away. 

That wasn't enough for the stud. He had tasted of her fine cunt drink and 
had a hell of a hard-on. He'd had one great fuck from the dogging position 
and now he craved to plunge it into her swirling pool from the front. He 
persistently crawled back to her smelly hole. 

"I guess I can't turn you on and off like a light bulb, huh, boy?" Diana was 
resting peacefully. "That wouldn't be fair to such a good dog anyway. Come 
on, boy, I'll help you get rid of that hurting pain in your too-full groin. 
" She allowed the dog to push in between her legs. 

King was hot to trot and wasted no time socking it to Diana. The big dog 
jumped quickly into the saddle and thumped his red dick soundly into her 
relaxed box. He pushed his screaming dick way up her tunnel and it cried 
RELEASE ... RELEASE ... RELEASE! 

As Diana never got enough cock, the feeling of his pulsating prick rubbing 
back and forth, in and out, humping ... humping ... humping, she thrust her 
hips into the dog and held her hole steady for her jabbing. 

"REALLLLLY G R E E E E AAATTT! GOOOOOO, KING, GOOOOOO," she sobbed. 

"OOOOOHHHHH, BABY, I'M CCCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG! " she squealed happily. 

The hot stud of a dog was right on and shot his cum stuff squirt after 
flaming, burning squirt deep inside her clutching cuntal furnace. He ll 
grunted his release and howled his cumming. "AAAAAOOOOOWWWWW." 

Diana and dog were completely spent for the time being. They both fell into 
a dozing sleep, still hung up. 

She came to a conscious state and gently stroked the dog's head. 

Thanks to those sweet boys and their bulging pants, I got me a royal 
screwing today. Those two boys have fantastic whangs on them. But, I must 
remember, one of those boys is my very own son! My sweet little teenage son! 
I'm not gonna fuck my own baby! So he's got a heavy ass ... so what ... I'm 
his mother! I gotta knock off looking at his bulging pants and imagining his 
fantastic peter in my cunt. I won't, absolutely won't give into an urge 
that's incestuous! I'm not a complete nut ... not yet anyway. 

She shrugged the sleeping German shepherd off her dry, dark pussy and pulled 
herself up off the floor. She crammed her too-round ass into tight blue 
jeans and thought, I've lived alone too long. I never thought I'd take on a 
friggin' dog ... but he's not too shabby in the sex department. I may have 
come way down in my morals, but to give in to incest would be unforgivable! 
No way am I gonna screw my own son! I gotta shake this shit out of my head. 

She hooked the dog's choke-chain onto the heavy leather strap and said, 
"Come on, baby, time you went outside." Diana thought it a little crappy to 
have to tie her big dog in her tiny yard. That was one rule of the trailer 
park. All dogs must be kept on a leash or tied at all times. It was a shame 
to tie King. He needed his exercise ... beside his screwing exercise. Of 
course Danny took King to a neighboring field occasionally for a run and a 
piss. The field was just behind the construction yard which joined the 
trailer park to the west. Diana took the big dog for walks when time 
permitted. She wasn't always able to walk the dog every day with her busy 
schedule. 

She worked as a waitress on call. Her hours were very irregular. When 
someone was too sick to come to work or had a heavy date, the boss would 
call on Diana. Sometimes she knew for a week in advance the hours she would 
work and sometimes she got a five-minute notice. 

She didn't particularly like the set-up, but, until she could find something 
else, this arrangement would have to do. 

She slid the glass door open and led the beautifully proportioned beast down 
the three steps and out into the back yard. She secured him to the 
chain-linked fence that surrounded her rear splotch of grass. 

"Now you take a crap and weedle and I'll come get you." She patted the dog 
affectionately on the head and gazed into his deep brown eyes. "You're a 
hell of a good dog." She smiled at him and walked back inside her mobile 
home. 

I better get this dump cleaned up. Tony might call and want me to take the 
night shift. Hell, I never know when or if I'm gonna get a decent nights 
sleep or not. This living alone is for the birds. It isn't that I mind 
working; it's just that I wish I could get a better job ... one that pays 
more. The tips're good, but I'm never sure of any certain amount of money. 
That bastard of an ex-husband of mine, I hope he rots in hell! I've got all 
kinds of problems, thanks to him. 

Screwin' is most important. How long's it been, not counting King? It's been 
a hell of a while. What'm I gonna do with this cock-starved cunt I've got? 
King's great at fuckin', but I want warm arms around my body. I want my tits 
squeezed and sucked. And ... why do I have this abnormal desire to bang 
young boys? Shit! I'm just a hard-up, horny old lady and any pumped-up cock 
looks good to me. I can handle this stupid craving for young pricks easily! 
She dismissed the evil, wicked yearnings from her tired mind. 

Diana busied herself tidying up her mobile home. She loved her coach. It was 
not the biggest coach on the market nor was it the smallest. It was just 
right for her and Danny. It had two bedrooms, a good sized living room and a 
cheery yellow kitchen. Of course the plumbing was inside and done in a 
blazing orange. Diana liked bright colors. She thought a person's home 
reflected their disposition so she chose lively colors and always tried to 
keep the place neat and tidy. This she was not always able to do as she was 
gone a lot with her work and a teenage boy is a lousy housekeeper. 

Her pride and joy was her kitchen. She spent many hours a day, when she had 
time, just puttering around and cleaning cupboards and baking a roast. Many 
times while she was baking a tasty meal in the oven, she finger-banged 
herself ... or got it on with a cucumber while she was waiting. 

Maybe it was because she was a waitress that she kept her kitchen in tip-top 
condition. She was sure if the health inspector gave her a rating on her 
bright little kitchen, it would definitely be an "A". 

Also, if an inspector came and checked out her personal, private, hot, 
little oven, he'd give her an "A" rating after he had sunk his shaft into 
her and baked his hard prick to very well done. 

She sat down on her rose-flowered couch and lit a cigarette. She ran her 
fingers through her short shag hair. I've got to get me a dye job pretty 
soon. I hate those little sprinkles of gray. I always thought a person with 
gray hair looked distinguished. Now I have a splash of it, I think it's 
terrible. Living alone is making me look and feel older than I should. Shit, 
I want a man around here. I'm tired of fuckin' the dog. I have a man around 
here in Danny, BUT I WON'T FUCK MY OWN SON ... NOT THE VERY FRUIT OF MY OWN 
WOMB. As well as he's built, I wonder if it puts a strain on his back 
lugging that huge dick around all the time? She had to laugh at her own lewd 
thinking. 

She was still sitting on her round butt when the boys dragged their 
ten-speed bikes up on her covered patio. She heard the rattle of chains as 
Danny and Mike secured their prize possessions to the banister of the steps. 

Mike lived next door in an equal sized coach with his mother and father. 
Mike's father was a little lazy, Diana thought. He hadn't put a railing on 
his steps though the inspector had said all steps that were three high or 
more had to have banisters. So since he was too busy guzzling his beer and 
screwing the old lady when he wasn't at work to go by the rules, Mike had to 
chain his bike to Diana's steps. 

Diana didn't mind that Mike used her railing for his bike, but many a time 
she did mind the moaning sounds that came from the trailer next door as 
Mike's dad socked it to Mike's mother. Diana had been green with envy as she 
nailed her railing up. She followed the rules of the park and was hurting 
from the damned hammer hitting her thumb as she stood up her railing. 

Her neighbors didn't follow the rules as they were too busy banging to be 
bothered with rules. 

Her neighbors were having a hell of a balling session while she was putting 
up her banister and that pissed Diana off. She'd rather have been fuckin' it 
up than nailing it up. Shit! 

"All done with your papers?" she asked as the boys tromped into the living 
room. 

"Yeah." Danny slumped in the chair with the roses on it and Mike fell into 
the heavy, overstuffed, green one. 

Damn little shits! There they sit with their LEGS APART AND THEIR COCKS 
PUSHING OUT OF THEIR PANTS! Well, how else would they sit? They could sit 
cross-legged and dainty and then I'd think they were a pair of fags. Diana 
tried to concentrate on something other than the two boys LUST, HEARTY 
PRICKS. Her eyes seemed to be held on one or the other boy's crotch. If 
looks counted, those thick dongs of Danny's and Mike's had long ago been 
devoured by her warm, watering mouth. She licked her lips, hungering for a 
human-being's prick. NO ... NO ... NO ... NOT EITHER OF THESE BOYS! I'M A 
DUMB SHIT! I GOTTA DO SOMETHING ABOUT MY HORNINESS! 

"Ah, Danny, my boss hasn't called me in for work tonight, so how'd you and 
Mike like to take in a drive-in movie?" Diana lifted her gaze from her son's 
bulging pecker with great effort and looked into his dark eyes. 

Danny flung his head to the rear to clear his dark shoulder-length hair from 
his face. "Could Mike stay over night tonight since you don't have to work?" 

Diana looked from her son to Mile. "I guess so if his mother says it's all 
right." She'd love to get rid of Mike for the night, Diana thought. Then she 
and Mike's dad can have another of their screwin' matches. Diana knew this 
would be a night when the giggles and moans and happy groans would fill the 
air and bounce into her ears from the next-door neighbors. Diana's guts did 
an easy flip-flop as she turned literally green with envy. Shit! 

"I'll go ask," Mike said, all excited about the idea. He ran his fingers 
through his long shaggy blond hair. 

"I swear, if you two don't get haircuts pretty soon, I won't know you from 
King." Diana pondered the thought. Great, I wouldn't know if King's head was 
between my legs or if one of these bushy haired boys was eating at my lunch 
box. Knock it off, Diana! You're not going to even mentally fuck, eat, or be 
screwed or eaten by either one of these young kids! You got a problem, lady. 
Get yourself an adult man ... or back to the dog! Stop ... stop those 
wicked, nasty thoughts! Diana jerked herself up by the boot-straps. I gotta 
behave myself before I go ape-shit over spewing cocks. Shit ... shit ... 
shit! I'll go out of my ever-lovin' gourd if I don't get a hunk of hot cock 
meat in me. A good fuckin' from a good man and I'll get over my longings for 
young, stiff shafts. I'm sure the only reason I get so friggin ' hot is that 
these young bucks are too available ... if not available, they're right 
under my nose with huge peters bulging out at me all the time. I'll take 
them to the show tonight and the next opportunity I get I'll get a man's 
prober in me and that'll sure be a cure for these lusty thoughts I have 
running around in my head! 

"As a matter-of-fact, you guys have longer hair than he does right now, " 
she continued. 

"Oh, Mom, you're always bitchin' about hair. I suppose you'd be happy if we 
both got crew cuts." Danny scrunched himself lower in the chair, poking his 
cunt jabber up higher. 

Mike clomped down the wooden steps. His boots made him sound like a horse 
instead of a slight one-hundred-twenty pounder. He walked over to his 
trailer and all sounds of him were gone temporarily. 

"We could get some hamburgers and pop and take our dinner to the show," 
Diana suggested. 

"Will you pop some corn here? At the show they never put enough butter on it 
to suit me. " Danny stated a sound fact. 

He likes things juicy and tasty ... just like his sex-starved mother does! 

"Yes, I will. Now you better go to your room and see if you two can wade 
into bed tonight ... it's about time you cleared all your junk out of the 
middle of the floor anyway. I'll go pop the com. " 

The one room of the trailer that was always in a mess was Danny's. Diana had 
long since given up on cleaning his stuff up. Every time she put his things 
away, he screamed he couldn't find a thing. After a few days of asking Diana 
where his transistor, records, tapes, and other things were, he had them all 
arranged for his comfort once again ... all over the room in a chaotic mess. 
Then he was happy. He was sort of like a hamster with all his litter, but it 
was his happy little nest, so what the hell. 

Danny got up out of his chair and pulled his flairs down to his hips and 
adjusted his wide belt to make sure his hip-huggers were low enough. 

Diana moaned to herself. I wonder if he keeps his pants up by hanging them 
on his stiff bone? Those damned pants sure are low. He looks kinda cute in 
them though. He's such a dear child. I love him so much. He's sure a sweet 
baby. I really like the way the kids dress now ... makes him look sexy ... 
tight pants hugging his magnificent bulge ... wow! 

Mike burst in the front door and announced, "Mom says it's okay for 
tonight." He never even stopped but charged down the hall to the back 
bedroom and Danny. 

I thought she'd think it was all right, Diana moaned, anticipating the 
sounds that would wrack her ears from the trailer next door. 

Sounds of the "Troglodytes" and "Bertha Butts" blared from the back of the 
trailer. 

Diana shook her head and went to the kitchen to pop the com. 

The movie wasn't holding Diana's attention. She watched the "growing boys" 
devour hamburgers and slurp cans of pop. 

The slup and slurp sounds from the cans of pop sounded like a great blow-job 
to Diana. SLUUURRRRP. SLOOOOSSSSHHHH. HHHMMMMM. 

As soon as the hamburgers were gone, it was time to start on the pop corn. 
For being on the slender side, those boys could really stash it away. 

Diana felt a sizzling in her crotch as her gaze fell to Danny's lumpy lap. 
Shit! I gotta get away from these boys and their innocent pricks. I'm horny 
as hell and I can't do a damned thing about it! 

Diana burst from the car with her dribbling cunt. The crotch of her panties 
was soaked. 

"Where're you going, Mom?" Danny asked as he continued to chew on his damned 
pop com. 

"I'm gonna go take a leak." I need the fresh air. She was breathing heavily. 
Her lungs begged for more cool air to help regulate her boiling thermostat. 

She walked slowly to the building in the center of the parking lot. Damn, 
every car had lovers in it. She peeked quickly as she passed the various 
cars and her eyes soaked up the views of snuggling couples. 

She went into the ladies room and rummaged through her purse for a dime. She 
quickly inserted it into the Tampax machine and grabbed up the little white 
package that shot out. 

She tore the paper off the Tampax and jabbed the cardboard holder up her 
already slippery curt. She sighed a sigh of relief at having her empty 
cavity crammed with something. Her clutching muscles sucked the stiff 
cardboard enclosure for the soft, cottony filling deep up her tunnel. Her 
eyes closed. It's not a man, but it's not a dog either. It should satisfy me 
for a while. Jesus, why'm I in the dumb situation I'm in now? Here I am 
crying for a cock and using anything to stop my cravings ... dogs ... stiff 
cardboard ... heaven knows what next ... even the carrots and cucumbers at 
home get sucked in my hole. Shit! Shit! Shit! 

She sat back on the toilet and let her hands do the work of shoving the 
Tampax in and out of her torrid hole. Her hips swung into her every handy 
thrust. She jabbed her tender flesh relentlessly with the stiff, hurting 
cardboard cylinder. Harder in and slowly out ... harder in and slowly out, 
she pushed the cylinder. Her other hand squeezed her clit until it ached 
with pain and throbbed with pleasure. 

This's a hell of a note ... to get it on with a Tampax! Sonofabitch, it 
HURTS SO GOOOOOD. It's a neat way to go off at inconvenient times ... 
OOOOOHHHHH, it hurts! Up ... Up ... YOU PHONY PRICK, DIG YOUR WAY IN ... IN 
... IN ... UP YOU GO.... 

Her rampaging hands worked her slit furiously. Her clit was alternately 
pinched, poked, punched, and prodded wildly. The hard cylinder was plunged, 
jabbed, stabbed, and pushed violently into her boiling hole. 

I'mmmm gonnnnna cccuuuummmmm, I'M GOOO OONNNNNNAAAA CCUUUUMMMM. I'MMMM 
READDDDYYYY ... NOW ... HERE I GOOOOOO. She jerked and rocked back and forth 
on the toilet. She wanted to scream her orgasm but knew she could not. So 
she sat on the toilet feeling the thick juicy cream. squish out of her 
vaginal mouth and bathe her tense fingers. 

UUUUUMMMMMM, that was a good one. She relaxed her tight, taut muscles and 
pulled out the sopping cylinder. Shit! Only half of it came out. Damn, that 
other piece of cardboard's stuck up there and I gotta get it out or I won't 
be able to sit in the car on the seat. That's what I get for fuckin' with a 
lousy hunk of cardboard. 

She plunged her sticky fingers up into her juicing hole and they scrambled 
around to find the wayward, artificial dong. The tips of her fingers tickled 
it and vibrations shot through her weakened body. Bastard is too slippery to 
get ahold of. She worked diligently to retrieve the white thing, but alas 
... it was deeply imbedded and too slick with her cuntal fluid to retract. 
She decided to leave it there until she got home. It would soften some being 
in that drenched cavity and she'd get it out later. 

She pulled on her panties and blue jeans and washed the smell of sex-juice 
off her hands. 

Back at the car, after a slow walk to it, because she could feel the nagging 
thing deep in her cunt, she carefully sat in the back seat. She shifted her 
position several times to where the cylinder wasn't about to puncture her 
sweet meat, but to where it was noticeable to her that she was carrying a 
stiff something in her watering hole. 

The boys thought the movie was super. They were highly engrossed in it and 
completely unaware of the problem Diana was having. 

If this bothers me, taking them to the show, what the hell am I gonna do 
when we get home? Those TWO GROOVY PECKERS are going to be just down the 
hall from me all night. I can't and I WON'T FUCK THOSE KIDS! 

Diana switched her position and felt the stabbing pain wrack her tunnel and 
shoot up into her guts. The first thing I'm gonna do is get that 
mother-fuckin' bastard out of my cunny. She quickly moved and got rid of the 
shooting pain. 

Moving to the back seat of the car and her quickie in the privy didn't 
improve Diana's interest in the movie a damned bit. Heat soared through her 
body again, agitated by the constant prodding of the cylinder in her tube. 
That uncontrollable itch in her juicy slit and that heavy weeping from her 
cuntal mouth caused her to squirm ... which added to the flame within her by 
the Tampax holder rubbing ... rubbing deep inside her. 

It was an eternity, but the dumb-ass movie was finally over. She never liked 
movies anyway. When she and Steve had been married, they had gone to the 
movies only to spend time away from their young son ... and get it on. 

Back at the trailer, Diana headed for the bathroom and feverishly dug in her 
cunt until she finally pulled out the damned cylinder and threw it away. She 
headed for the 'frig and grabbed a cold beer. She sat at her small table in 
the kitchen and traced designs in the yellow tablecloth with a quivering 
finger. 

I won't fuck those young boys. That'd be terrible. Why do I crave their 
innocent bodies? The hell of it is, either or both of them will do. To screw 
Danny would be incest! To screw Mike would be a jail sentence if I was to 
get caught! I must be going crazy to think of balling young kids. Shit! I 
gotta straighten out my fucked-up head and knock off such dumb-ass thinking! 

Diana was frenzied and tom apart with her evil desires and what she knew was 
WRONG ... WRONG ... WRONG! 

Nervously she lit a cigarette. 

The boys hadn't eaten in well over an hour, so naturally they were busy 
poking their heads into the cupboards and refrigerator. 

"Haven't we got anything in this place to eat?" Danny asked. 

Diana looked blankly at her son. If you only knew what I wish you'd eat, she 
thought. 

She downed her can of beer and got another. She sponged up the coolness of 
it in hopes her temperature would go down. 

Mike found some left-over hot dogs in the 'frig. "Nifty. Have you got some 
mustard or catsup to dunk these in?" He put the plate with the wieners on 
the table directly in front of Diana. 

Danny got new bottles of both and the boys sat dunking their franks and 
sticking them into their mouths. Mike had the ridiculous habit of sucking 
his hot dog and then taking a huge bite. 

Sonofabitch. Diana sprang from the table, grabbed her beer and ran into the 
living room. It's bad enough having this craving in my box without watching 
that damned Mike suck off his hot dog. I'd like to get out of this house 
tonight! I want to go somewhere ... anywhere ... and get it on with somebody 
... I need somebody ... then I'd forget the young bodies here at home. 

She sat in the rose-covered chair and drank her beer ... cool, cool beer to 
drown her evil, evil urges. Her full boobs heaved in the clinging knit 
shirt. She crossed her slightly too heavy legs to try and blot out the 
crawly feeling in her fluttering clit. 

The boys finished off the franks and, leaving the mess in the kitchen, 
ambled down the hall to Danny's bedroom. 

I'll clean up the table in a minute. First I'm gonna have another beer. She 
went to the kitchen and got another cold one. She returned to her chair just 
in time to catch a glimpse of Danny's naked body heading for the bathroom. 

This is Let's torment Diana night" ... She sucked in her breath. She looked 
away ... but was drawn back to see his huge pecker. 

His huge whang bounced from one thigh to the other. His balls banged from 
side to side. His black pubic hair seemed a perfect frame for his perfectly 
formed, gigantic cock ... he had a pee-hard on. 

"Ohmygawd!" Diana moaned low in her throat. She sank into the soft chair and 
kept watching down the hall to see more. She didn't want to look! She didn't 
want to torment herself any more than she was already tormented! She tried 
to look away! 

She was hypnotized! She couldn't drag her glassy eyes away from watching 
down the hallway! She was in a trance! 

Mike trotted out of the bedroom as Danny came out of the bathroom. They 
smacked into each other with a thud. Mike's golden encased, rigid penis 
bobbed into Danny's dark relaxed prick. Shrieks of laughter sounded from the 
boys as they side-stepped each other and continued on their individual ways. 

Diana's eyes feasted lustfully on her son's firm young ass as he went 
innocently down the hall and into his bedroom. 

She hung in there until she could watch Mike and his great shaft emerge from 
the bathroom. He was one fine-looking stud. He was well hung and Diana 
licked her lips at the sight of his young virgin penis. She could all but 
taste his delicious juices. She let her tongue play tricks in her mouth, 
going around and around, imagining she had hold of Mike's hard, blood-filled 
dick. 

He walked briskly to the bedroom with his dimpled ass wiggling enticingly. 

Diana let her head fall back on the chair. She closed her eyes. She felt her 
tormented vagina spasm as she thought, against her will, of those two 
beautiful rods going to waste in the bedroom at the back of her trailer. 

Oh, I'm a horny, old lady! I can't help myself! Yes, I can! I'm in control 
of my body and what I think! Diana had a great battle raging within herself. 
She had been taught all her life she was in control of what she thought and 
felt. She was having a battle mighty, within her trembling body to prove 
this philosophy was right. 

Her conscience slammed at her with, You want a cock! At this point any cock 
would do you! You've gone tooooo long without any lovin'. You don't 
especially want Danny ... or Mike ... just a good strong prong to satisfy 
your itching cunt! Shape up, lady! 

She shook her head to clear it of all her wickedness. She got up and went to 
the kitchen. She worked some of her energy off by scurrying around, clearing 
up the debris the boys had left scattered around the table and counter. She 
snapped off lights as she went the length of the coach. 

At the back door, she remembered King. He wasn't used to sleeping outside so 
she dragged her fanny out to unhook the beautiful dog. He raced into the 
mobile home and headed for her bedroom and lunged up on her bed. 

You're a great dog, King. You come across with one fine fuck. Too bad you 
haven't mastered a good suck job on my tits. I'll bet you'd try your 
damnedest if you were a man. 

King waited patiently on her bed while she removed her tight jeans. He 
perked up from his reclining position when she sat bare-assed on the pink 
satin bed to tug her pants off over her feet. He perked up his ears. His 
eyes looked brightly into hers. He crawled across the bed to sniff her hot, 
strongly scented pussy. 

"No. Not tonight." Diana pushed the magnificent animal to his own side of 
the bed. 

Force of habit over the years made her do it. She always checked her baby to 
see if he was all right just before she hit the sack. Now, he was older, her 
checking of him was quite unnecessary ... but she always went through the 
nightly ritual anyway. Mothers are that way about their offspring. They 
care. Diana was the kind of mother that cared deeply. Maybe it was stupid to 
look in on her son, but he was all she had and over the years ... and even 
now ... she couldn't sleep unless she checked one last time before retiring 
to make sure he was still breathing. When he had been a baby and young 
child, she always made sure he hadn't crawled under the covers and 
suffocated in his sleep. She always made sure he was covered comfortably. 
She checked the windows. She had always made this last minute bed-check ... 
and she continued to do it over the years. It was a habit. It was a normal, 
natural thing for her to do tonight. 

She peeped into the rear bedroom to do her thing ... check her sweet baby. 

BOTH BOYS WERE STARK NAKED! 

Diana sucked in her breath. She was totally unprepared for this! 

Danny never slept nude! She knew this was a new deal ... maybe because Mike 
was there. Maybe he always slept in the raw. 

Both boys were asleep. They lay sprawled naked on Danny's double bed. Their 
limp dongs lay lifeless on their young bodies. Danny moved in his sleep and 
Diana hungrily watched his magnificent cock shift to be cradled by his round 
balls. 

She stood motionless, gazing at the boys' young bodies. She looked at Mike's 
beautiful prick. His far-out balls nestled between his thighs. Her gaze went 
to her son's cock. It was long and fat even in a relaxed state. 

She worked to control the uncontrollable. She sweat! She shook! She was 
dizzy with desire ... to slurp and eat at such a delicious feast would be 
more than she could stand! Heat filled her body! 

Her body ached with passion for the virgin boys. 

Tears streamed down her face. 

I WANT THEM ... BOTH OF THEM.... 

NO, DIANA, THEY'RE FORBIDDEN FRUIT! 

NO! NO! NO! NOT NOW! NOT EVER! NO INCEST HERE!!!!! 

Fuck the dog; fuck the milkman; fuck the mailman; fuck the gas man; fuck 
your boss; fuck anybody! But let those boys alone! LET THEM ALONE! FORGET 
THEM! SHAPE UP, LADY! 

She cried and cried! Her hips rolled and her vaginal muscles clenched ... 
UNSATISFIED! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Diana was very busy at work ... but not so busy she couldn't take note of 
all the hard peters on the men at the counter. Maybe they weren't hard but 
they sure made fantastic bulges in the guys' pants. 

I'm gonna get me a fucker for this night! I'm not going on in my upset 
condition any longer! I'll just size them all up and put the make on some 
guy that looks good enough to eat, drink, and screw! 

She flitted around in her tight miniskirt and did her duties, all the while 
eyeing which of the many men that patronized the cafe would be good to make 
it with that night. She had good legs and most of the guys spent a goodly 
amount of time watching her while they ate. 

She checked them out between customers. She chatted lightly and flirted 
wildly. 

Her imagination ran wild again. Imagine being arrested as a sex-maniac and 
having these two magnificent fuckers put her in the police car. Of course, 
one of them would have to be in the back seat with her as they drove a 
handcuffed and helpless Diana to the clink. She would beg them not to take 
her in ... as she wasn't really a nympho ... and they could check her out 
right there in the car. One pig could drive indecisively around town while 
the other checked out her fucking abilities. Then because he was not sure 
whether to book her or not, he'd drive while the other officer checked her 
out for sucking abilities. The three of them could drive around forever ... 
fucking ... sucking ... fucking ... sucking. Of course she would be 
completely at their mercy ... and she hoped they would be merciless with her 
eager body. 

That little dream went out the window when the beautiful officers walked out 
of her imagination and went back to work. They jumped into their police car 
and drove off into the night. 

Quite late a group of long-haired guys dismounted their motorcycles and came 
in for coffee. 

GRRRRREEEEAAATTTT GOOOOOODIESSSSS. Her eyes awed at the line-up of sturdy 
bulges on the stools at the counter. 

She could see in her mind the whole troop of young, bike-riding studs 
grabbing her and carrying her away on a bike to a deserted, wooded area. Of 
course, she again would be helpless and at their mercy because there were so 
many of them ... and they all craved her body. Bitchin'. They would of 
course, ravish her body wildly. Since there were so many of them, they'd 
have to screw both her holes at the same time and thrust a throbbing prick 
in her mouth along with both her holes being plugged. My, my, what a 
delicious thought. And then, because she was so irresistible and because 
they were so horny, they would go through eternity sucking, fucking, 
screwing, blowing, frigging, spitting, and CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG! All of 
them would cum, and some of them would cum, and she would cum and cum and 
cum and cum and cum and cum and CUMMMMMM. She would be held in one of those 
guy's fantastically strong, warm arms and be banged again and again and 
again. Really a swinging idea. 

That bunch of far-out lookin' guys had other ideas than screwin' a woman 
that was in her early forties. They were all engrossed in talk of their 
bikes. They left her with her cunt burning a hole in her sopping panties to 
mount their bikes and speed off into the darkness. 

SHIT! 

Oh, my goodness gracious. Look at what just walked into my web. There must 
be at least twenty of those good-lookin' whangs and all in a group! WOW! 

The group of heavy-assed guys swarmed around a long table and seated 
themselves. They were an extremely quiet group for being so many well-hung 
men. 

She decided to check them all out! 

Diana could imagine all these jacks rolling balls around all night. They 
weren't bowling balls she was imagining either. And she hoped they weren't 
all that honorable! She could see herself spread-eagled and naked on that 
long table under the ogling eyes of all those hefty men. Magnificent! She 
could see hard cocks coming at her from all directions! Really great! 

It turned out that the men WERE HONORABLE. They ate quietly and left in a 
small bus. 

DAMNED ABLE SITUATION! 

An older couple came in for coffee. He must have been a great-grandfather 
and she a great-grandmother. 

Diana was able to cool her crotch for a while. The juices that had been 
running down her thighs dried stickily. 

Great-gramps had young ideas and turned out to be the bull that charged 
ahead! He pinched her ass as she walked briskly past him. 

Why that old fart! He's got a hanging hard-on. I guess he can't get it up, 
but at least it shows signs of life. He's really too much. He's all I need. 
I'd have to be upside down for his dick to get in me. It's hard, but hanging 
down! Shit! I want one that looks up! 

Diana smiled at the old fart and was glad to see him and great-grandma 
leave. Good try, gramps, she thought. 

Tony closed the cafe promptly at midnight. 

Diana was bushed. She'd worked hard and her mind had worked overtime! She 
had mentally fucked damned near every guy that came in the place. Now she'd 
go home alone, as usual, and get it on with her dog again. 

At least he's dependable! He's always ready and waiting for me. He's a 
reputable dog with papers ... not an escapee from the dog pound. He's a 
great fuck, but damn, I wanted a human cock tonight. I want to be held and 
caressed and loved like Danny or Mike would do it. Shit, lady, not back to 
that old subject! 

"Sit down and drink this," Tony commanded. "You deserve it. We really put in 
a hell of a night around here tonight. You and me, we worked our asses off. 
The till'll show a good night." He plumped down on the stool beside Diana 
and breathed heavily from exhaustion. 

Diana gulped at her coffee and sat in silence. Shit, she had problems. Her 
crotch still needed a stiff one in it and she wasn't going to get one unless 
something happened on the way home from work ... and that wasn't very 
likely. What a crock of crap life was handing her! 

"You know I really can depend on you, Diana, and I appreciate that. I always 
know I can call on you when I need help. Like tonight when Lois couldn't 
come in, I said to myself, Diana, come in and help poor old Tony out of a 
tight jam." He smiled warmly at her. 

Tony was yapping away at her about her good, dependable qualities. 

Diana looked at him not hearing a word he said. He wasn't old like he said. 
He was about her age and she certainly didn't consider herself old. He had 
lots of black hair and big black eyes that were beautiful! His skin was an 
olive color as he was an Italian and proud of it. He had thick arms and hams 
for hands. His belly was round like Santa Claus. If Santa Claus was an 
Italian, he'd be a dead-ringer for Tony. Tony had a short, black beard and 
curly mustache and long, black side-burns. He usually laughed a lot like 
Santa and usually had a very jolly disposition ... but not tonight. He was 
pooped from the work load. 

Diana's mind was brought back to the very real world when she felt Tony's 
heavy, hot hand resting on her thigh. Now what had he been saying and why 
was his hand on her thigh? She flushed visibly. She had worked for Tony for 
quite some time and he'd never laid a hand on her. What the hell was going 
on? She'd never thought of Tony as anything but an employer. 

"Well, what do you think?" he asked her and smiled. 

Diana looked blankly at Tony. What do I think about what? 

"I shocked you, didn't I? I'm sorry, Diana. I'm sorry that I shocked you. 
I'm not sorry about what I said. " He patted her thigh. 

"Okay, you go on home and I'll never suggest such a thing again. I wouldn't 
want you mad at me over my silly suggestion. You're a good woman, Diana. I 
guess I just got carried away. You're so pretty and I've wanted to make love 
to you for so long. I'm sorry I suggested what I did." He continued to 
apologize over and over. 

Diana smiled at her boss. Maybe she could fake it and get him to propose his 
plans again ... this time to alert ears. "I like you, Tony." 

"But not enough to go with me for a drink?" 

"I guess I could go for a drink after all. I think we both need one." So far 
so good ... now about that making love part. 

"Do you think you'll change your mind about later?" he asked hopefully. 

"I just might, Tony." She winked at the hefty, husky Italian. 

They left and he drove her in his fairly new camper-truck to a quiet bar 
down the street. Neither of them needed the noise of some rackety place. 
They had had enough noise for the night. 

They sat quietly in a dimly lighted booth and listened to the soft music. 
They sipped their drinks slowly. 

He bent and kissed her affectionately on the neck. He nuzzled into her hair 
and nibbled on her earlobe. He tickled her ear with his tongue and his hot 
breath seared through her body and landed thud ... in her fluttering vagina. 

Shit! I'm getting turned on like a school girl. Everything he does is 
absolutely fantastic! No, I'm not acting like a school girl ... before a 
girl is used to sex, it's easier to say no. When a person has been married 
and knows sex for its worth, it's not easy to say no. I don't want to say no 
anyway. I am acting like a mature woman who needs and wants to be screwed. I 
know what I've been missing! I've been missing this kind of a man! He's 
great! If he doesn't take me some place really soon, I'm gonna cream my 
jeans right here and now! 

Tony gently turned her head to face him and his warm undemanding lips 
covered her yielding lips and he enfolded her mouth within the warmness and 
moistness of himself. 

Gawd, he's fantastic! She melted into his strong arms and eagerly took his 
thick tongue into her mouth and sucked passionately. She felt possessed by 
this magnificent man. She would yield to his every desire. Her hand went to 
his crotch and pressed urgently. She needed this man and his powerful organ 
to give her release. 

Tony was in no hurry. 

Diana was! 

Tony continued to torture her eager cunt. He kissed her warmly and wetly in 
the ear. His hot breath socked home. 

Diana squirmed to ease the itching in her slit. Sweet juices lathered her 
labial lips. Her hand grabbed at the very hard bulge in Tony's pants and he 
definitely had a handful! Her body tingled with anticipation as she felt his 
magnificent pole throb brazenly in her clutching hand. 

HER BODY WAS ON FIRE! SHE COULDN'T CONTROL HER EMOTIONS ANY LONGER! She 
quickly unzipped the dark man's pants and her anxious fingers hobbled around 
inside his shorts and found his pleasure-giving rod. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH," she sighed hotly in his ear. 

Diana wanted him now, NOW! She clutched his pole and began working his 
rigidness up and down frantically! 

This he couldn't take for very long from this delicious broad. He put his 
hand on hers and stopped the movement of it. He wanted her in bed and naked 
and boiling. 

"Let's have another drink and dance to that fantastic music," he panted. 

She looked into his smolderingly beautiful black eyes and pleaded her case 
without saying a word. She didn't want to dance. She didn't think she could 
... her legs were so limp ... her crack so marshy. 

He tugged her small hand from his trousers and, leaving the fly unzipped, 
pulled her to the dance floor. 

She followed reluctantly. Her miniskirt hugged her hips tightly due to her 
sweaty condition. Her panties were almost nonexistent as they were so wet 
they stuck in her crack. 

He pulled her to his hefty body and encircled her slenderness with his thick 
arm. They swayed slowly to the romantic music. 

The music was beautiful ... but what Diana was conscious of was his stiff 
flesh had worked its way out of his open fly and was up under her mini doing 
its thing ... pressing and beating into her seething snatch. 

He swayed with the music and his movements were so that he was putting his 
thing right where he wanted it ... he was, with every movement burying his 
blood-filled knob deeper into her slippery slit ... and working it slowly to 
her spasming, greedy hole. 

He manipulated her to the back corner of the dance floor ever so slowly. His 
pulsating prong inched closer ... closer ... CLOSER to her land of paradise. 
His movements worked his throbbing prick to her sucking vaginal mouth and 
then just out of reach backward. 

"Gawd," she panted. Her head was reeling. 

The music climaxed suddenly. 

HE RAMMED HER BOILING HOLE HARD and pushed her against the wall with his 
mighty thrust. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHH, " she moaned softly. She'd had it right there on the dance 
floor. Both her arms went around his neck and she stood there riding hard 
cock and flooding juicy cum over his rigidness. 

''I'MMMMM CUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG," she sobbed her release into his ear. She 
went all limp in his arms. 

Her gushing fluids bathed his surging peter and he stood pressed to her 
body, shooting her full of hot sticky sperm. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, BBBBAAAAABBBBBYYYYY," he whispered, clutching her 
mini-covered ass and holding her pinned to the wall. 

Neither of them moved. They couldn't move! They were hung up and flooded 
with cum ... and in a very public place. 

The music started again and they danced slowly ... slowly over there in the 
back comer. 

His tool was shrinking little by little and gradually fell back inside his 
fly. It was all cum and juice coated and limp and rubbery. 

At least they were unhooked! 

Diana's tunnel was slobbering all down her thighs. 

"Let's get out of here," she begged. 

Tony put his arm around her slender waist and rested his hand on her 
slightly too large hips and ushered her out the door. 

Outside in the cool air, Diana could not contain herself a minute longer! 
She grabbed Tony violently and crushed herself into him. 

"Ohhhhhh, that was so gooooood, moooorrrrreeee, I needdd moorrrreeeee of 
you...." She was crying and sobbing and itching and gushing. She'd had to 
stand perfectly still and take his cock on the dance floor. Now she wanted 
him to thump it to her so she could move ... MOVE! She jumped uncontrollably 
onto him and clutched her legs around his hips and humped her crotch into 
his groin. 

Her sudden lunge at his body nearly knocked Tony off his feet. He quickly 
regained his equilibrium and stood there shocked on his feet. I guess she's 
hot enough for anything, he thought and carried her to the camper. He opened 
the door with a little difficulty. He wasn't used to carrying a wild animal 
on his pelvis. He slid her firmly into the seat and as he was sliding in 
beside her, he saw her ass wiggle through the boot-opening to the back of 
the camper. 

Gawd-damn, she's ready right here and now. Shit, I want her to go home on my 
water bed with me. I wanted to rock this chick all night long, but ... I 
guess not. He followed her through the opening to see her crawl naked on the 
cab-over bed. 

Her ass wiggled provocatively and her titties jiggled enticingly as she 
scooted gingerly up onto the bed. 

Tony stripped off his clothes and heaved his heavy ass up beside her. His 
fat, stiff dong looked leeringly up at her. 

Diana was out of her head and bent to his prick and gobbled it up in her 
hot, sucking mouth, cleaning off all the dried-up cum and pussy juices. Her 
tussled head pumped up and down rapidly on his shocked peter. She sucked 
violently and crushingly. She nibbled too hard on his tender cockhead. She 
pressed his balls up into him too viciously. She slobbered her spit all over 
his pulsating rod as fast as she could. She whipped his tender tip violently 
with her wild tongue. 

Tony was shocked at her attack ... and pleased. He had worked her up so 
beautifully in the bar. She did hurt his organ with her mad sucking and he 
flinched under her voracious actions. When she bit him wickedly and hard on 
his shaft, he decided it was time to fuck the shit out of her and save his 
cock from being mutilated. 

He slung her around and pounced on her gyrating, whirl pooling body and 
stuck it to her, hard and fast. 

Their sweaty bodies slapped together and suctioned apart. She wanted it hard 
and strong and fast, and he pounded his cock to her just that way. Her very 
guts rocked under the intense banging he was socking home. 

His heavy balls smacked her puckered asshole. His ramrod plunged. 

Her sucking cunt pitched upward to grab his every thrust. 

FASTER ... HARDER ... FASTER ... HARDER. 

"I'M GOOOONNNNNNAAAAA CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" Diana yelled wildly. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, BBBBBAAAAABBBBBYYYYY," he moaned and shot her cunt 
with torrid jets of hot, seething cum. His prick jumped around inside her 
snatch like a wildly gushing fire hose. His hips held her wham tight to the 
bed. He clamped his hams of hands onto her butt and held his dug-in whang 
deep in her cavern. 

"SONOFABITCH, you're one fine screw," he gasped. 

The sweat was running from his face. He rested his head on the bed beside 
her limp body and rubbed the sweat into the bed-covers. His prong was still 
thumping, but slowly now ... and finally quit. He had shot his wad. 

Diana felt fine ... except when she had so eagerly attacked his big fat tool 
before he gave her this grand fucking, she had not completed to her 
contentment his suck off. Now she wanted to take his magnificent peter and 
lick it to her heart's content. 

Tony slid off her slimy body and fell to the bed beside her. 

She whipped her nude body around to face his beautiful organ. Even in its 
spent and withered state, it was super. He was uncircumcised and the soft 
folds of skin at the tip of his penis was unbelievably soft to her tongue. 
She pulled the skin back to expose his lovely prick-head and bent to 
tenderly kiss it. She nuzzled her face into his balls contentedly. 

Her fingers traced down his crack and nudged at his asshole. She took one 
finger and penetrated his tight button hole and wiggled her dainty finger 
inside him. 

Tony was reacting. He felt his almighty organ reaching for the stars. It 
reared its beautiful head slowly. He delighted to Diana's pumping of his 
asshole. He heated to her tender kissing of his testicles. 

He pulled her legs apart and over his face. In this popular sixty-nine 
position, he could work on her round bottom while she continued her lapping 
of his horn and pumping of his bung-hole. 

She sucked his sturdy penis to full attention and bobbed her head up and 
down slowly, savoring his luscious taste. 

He eyed her hole that was winking back at him. His thick fingers spread her 
labial lips to their fullest and his hot tongue claimed her fluttering clit. 
He whipped his tongue back and forth directly on her twitching bud. He then 
encircled her tiny protrusion around and around until she thought she would 
go mad. He worked his way to slurp at her fountain of oozing cum. 

Diana began to burn in her crotch. She had a fire that needed to be 
squelched but so far it had only been temporarily stifled. Now the fire was 
rampaging again! She continued her sucking of his fat, rigid fuck muscle. 

He added to her thrill of having her asshole tongue-fucked by plunging 
fingers into her smoldering tube and flicking her clit with his thumb. He 
pulled his tongue out of her asshole and lapped her really fragrant crack. 

He moved to her sucking cavern and replaced his fingers with his penetrating 
tongue. In ... in ... in ... went his thick tongue. It swirled inside her 
weeping hole and lapped, gradually increasing the intensity of his jabs. 

Her fire burst into a rampaging flame. She bobbed on his prick. She wanted 
the whole thing! Could she take it? His organ was quite long and IT WAS 
THICK! It filled her mouth side to side and opening to throat. She tweaked 
the cockhead with her tongue while she slid his massive organ to her very 
throat. She sucked it as best she could while she tongued and pressed it to 
her throat. If he started to ram her mouth with his magnificent prodder, she 
was sure she'd choke and die. 

She thrilled at having her clutching hole pumped so hotly with his thick 
tongue. She felt tingly. She was highly charged and was going to blow any 
time.... 

"Ohhhhhhh, lick me, stick it in ... deeper ooooohhhhhhh it sooooo 
goooooodddddd," she garbled out of her full mouth. k 

"Ooooooohhhhhhh, Tony baby, you're so damned gooooood," she managed between 
slurps of his saliva-coated rod. 

"You're a hellava good little cocksucker, Diana," he moaned, nearing orgasm. 
He managed to get the words out between plunges of his tongue into her 
smoldering cavity. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, TONY, I'MMMMMMMMMMM MM M M M 
CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG," she cried, and smashed her sopping cunt down 
on his good-looking face. 

"R I I I I I I G G G G H H HHHTTTT OOOONNNNNNNNNN, WITHHHHHH YOU ... 
CUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGG," he yelled as her sweet cum juices lathered his 
face. He dug in again and licked her crack as fast as he could swallow up 
what he already had. 

Diana swallowed his delicious-tasting cum with delight and sucked his big 
hairy balls dry in a matter of minutes. She lapped at his sagging balls. 

Finally she fell spent beside him. 

"You're a neat lover, Tony. We'll fuck again and again." At 'least we'll 
fuck until I get over being horny about little boys. Tony's really great in 
the sex line. No one could be better at fuckin' than Tony ... then why'm I 
thinking about young, virgin, unused, fresh, boy cock so soon after the 
royal screwin' he gave me? Shit, I'll screw Tony until I get Danny and Mike 
OUT ... OUT ... OUT of my head. I can't figure why the hell I've gone 
ape-shit over young pricks ... especially since I haven't even had one. 

She was making herself hot again just thinking about Danny and Mike. To 
fight off her evil and wicked urges, she reached for Tony's spent rod and 
whispered, "Fuck me again, Tony. Fuck me until I can't move! Fuck me until I 
bleed! Give it to me again and again and again! " 

"Okay, baby, suck it up hard for me, and we'll have at it." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Diana heard the rattle of chains on the patio. It was dark and quite late 
for Danny and Mike to be out. The two boys were on the decorating committee 
at the junior high school for the forthcoming dance. They must have been 
detained, to be coming home this late at night. 

The rattling quit and Diana knew the ten-speeds were locked up for the 
night. She heard the sound of muffled voices. She waited for some time and 
still Danny didn't come inside. 

Boy talk. I'll bet they're talking about what girl to take to the dance. I 
wonder why it's taking them so long to say good night? Surely they could 
talk tomorrow. Those two are always together. It's be nice to have such a 
friend ... someone to talk to about everything. Diana was thinking of her 
own lonely life now. She had no one. 

She was so lonely sometimes she sat and cried. She had Danny, but he was her 
son, not her husband. She missed having a man around the house. She and 
Steve had not gotten along from the first, but when two people are together 
for as many years as they had been, it still is lonesome when you find your 
ass out in the cold. 

She had tried to be a good wife ... too good. They had not had Danny for 
several years after they were married. No one was going to count months on 
her. They hadn't had to get married, so why blow it by getting pregnant 
right off the bat? 

Diana was a very religious person when she was married. She had been full of 
"Thou shalt nots...." She had tried to be exemplary in her behavior. She 
stayed home and tended the house and after a while she tended Danny. She did 
not drink. She did not smoke. She did not swear. She did not do much in the 
sex department, either. She had restricted the sex act to one position only. 
She did not go in for any variations at all! When she was married she 
existed, and that was about all you could say for her. She got too fat and 
let her hair go ... in general she went to pot. This went on for her for 
several years. 

She became more and more inhibited. She read the good book almost 
constantly. She had weaved herself a web of boredom and it was closing in on 
her. She was terribly unhappy. The Bible was to be her release. 

She did need some kind of help as Steve wasn't the best of husbands. He was 
extremely moody. He stole money from the soft drink company he worked for. 
He drank to excess. He was brutal in his love making, which was one reason 
Diana could never let herself go with him. The only time he ever touched her 
was if he had screwing in mind. He was a psychopathic liar. He had some 
weird tendencies like threatening suicide if Diana didn't give in to his 
every whim. He had a sadistic sense of humor ... like the time he held her 
tightly to him and wanted to see how close to her face he could come with a 
cigarette without burning her smooth skin. He had laughed at her panic. 

Being a salesman, the time came when he came home and announced he wanted a 
divorce because he had found someone else. He covered the entire county 
peddling his quality product and came in contact with many women. Since he 
hadn't needed sex at home for six months, the divorce bit hadn't come as a 
shock to Diana. 

The divorce had been quick and blunt. 

Steve quickly married the other woman and Diana had tried to hack it by 
herself. Steve had gotten several promotions until now he had quite a good 
position with his company. The new wife worked also, so together they had a 
very good income and proceeded to buy a new house and two new cars. Steve 
was rolling right along. 

Things hadn't worked out so well for Diana. She had lost weight and dyed her 
hair to give it new highlights. After all, if one is putting oneself back on 
the market, one must look attractive. She started to go where the action is 
... the bars. Since she never had been a drinker, it took her a while and 
several hangovers to become a swinger. Now she could drink three whole 
drinks and still maintain her cool. That doesn't sound like much, but it is 
a start. 

Then because all the other "ladies" at the bars looked seductive holding 
their cigarettes, and because it is a great chance to meet some attentive 
gent while he lights the cigarette, she took up the habit. 

Next she had to change her ideas on sex. This came about when she visited 
her doctor for a check-up. She had asked him what he thought about 
experimenting with different positions and what he thought about oral sex. 
She was sure her husband had some weird ideas about this subject, too. Her 
doctor had smiled at her in a pathetic way and handed her a book to read. He 
assured her that when she found the right man, it would all work out for 
her. 

She took her new self, which was still a middle-aged self, and proceeded to 
check out some men. She discovered she could enjoy sex after a fashion. 
Several men gave her damned fine blow-jobs, and she really got turned on by 
this new experience. She had never permitted it with her husband. She 
cultivated a good pair of lips herself and could return the favor to the 
satisfaction of her partner, which surprised the shit out of her. She had 
always thought cock-sucking was vulgar and dirty. Now she discovered it 
could be quite a delightful experience. 

She discovered how much she had missed in the sex line with her ex-husband. 
She loved sucking and tasting and smelling the men's delicious juices. Now 
she was easily turned on by almost any guy that could perform a decent 
sixty-nine job on her. 

Why now, after finally having great sex with adult men, did she have this 
unnatural craving for young boys? 

These adult guys were great at fucking, but one thing was missing ... 
companionship. The guys at bars were usually a one-night stand and, if 
variety is your bag, it's great. Diana had dug it for a while, but now she 
began to long for a more permanent relationship and she couldn't find it. 
She got sick of the married guys saying they were single and banging her for 
one night and then obediently trotting home to the little woman. She got 
sick of the single guys racking up one broad after another and bragging to 
one another at the bars. She got sick of the divorced ones that spent most 
of the evening bitching about the screwing they had got in court, and the 
rest of the evening screwing the shit out of her. 

If you have a white elephant in your back yard for years and have to clean 
its crap and feed it and hose it down and care for it, much to your dislike, 
you still miss it when someone takes it away. That's how Diana felt about 
Steve. 

She didn't like him. She had to take his crap. She had to feed him. She had 
to wash his clothes. She detested him for so many years, but when he was 
gone, she still missed his bitchin', growling, and lying. 

Now she had unleashed all her inhibitions toward sex and found variety 
wasn't her bag, so she bought King. Variety itself was not offensive to her, 
outside of the bastards that were married, divorced, and/or bitter, but she 
did crave a long-lasting relationship. Sometimes she'd meet a really far-out 
looking stud and drink with him and get all turned on only to find he 
couldn't get it up. This was a bit frustrating to her. Then one time she had 
met a dream of a guy only to find out that once he got it up, nothing, but 
NOTHING would make him cum. Very upsetting. 

She still would on occasion go out to bars and flirt with the men, married 
or unmarried, because she never knew for sure ... no one at a bar tells the 
truth about anything. If she found they couldn't get a hard-on ... big deal. 
She'd go home and get a hell of a good fucking from King. That gets a little 
old after a while, too. One way or the other she had always managed to get 
relief for her pent-up emotions, but not always to her complete 
satisfaction. 

She had graduated from drinkers to her dog and now she was turned on by 
YOUNG BOYS! She was sure this was a passing fancy though. She would get over 
this phase if only she'd meet the right guy and have a long and steady 
relationship. 

It made her tingle to think about young and innocent Mike, but what really 
turned her on was the thought of balling her own son. 

THIS WAS A DEFINITE NO-NO TO HER! 

Never would she screw her own son ... even if her sopping crack cried 
forever. She'd continue to survey the bars, screw King, if necessary, and 
ease her tensions any way other than BALLING HER OWN SON! 

She was going to live. She was going to take every chance that came her way. 
Since she didn't seem to be able to find the right guy, she'd take the guy 
that was available at the time. Tony was a fine fill-in fuck service ... but 
she was still lonesome ... soooooo lonesome. 

Her attention was drawn back to the two boys on the patio. They sure were 
taking a long time for their little conference. She went to the kitchen 
window which was open and sat behind the drawn curtains. She didn't mean to 
be sneaky, but she did want to know what was going on. 

"That little bitch," Danny was saying. 

"Do you hurt much?" Mike asked. 

"Shit, yes! " Danny snarled. 

"Did she kick you right in the balls?" Mike asked. 

"Christ, I'm so damned sore, I don't know if she made direct contact or 
blasted the crap out of my prick." Danny was moaning. 

"What're you gonna tell your mom?" 

"Nothin'. Why should I tell her anything?" Diana peeked from behind the 
white cafe curtains and noticed Danny was bent over, holding his crotch. 

"Shit, man, you gotta tell her something. You can't even walk!" 

"I'll tell her I fell on my damned bike." 

"Maybe Shelly didn't mean to hurt you. The lights were off, you know, " Mike 
said. 

"Mean it or not, she kicked the shit out of me ... and I'll get her for it 
... as soon as I can." Danny was mad and hurt. 

"Maybe it was just a reflex for her to kick. Maybe you scared her when you 
ran your hand up under her dress," Mike said. 

"Reflex crap! Her reflexes are trained so good on a feel that she lays down 
and spreads out for whoever's handy. That bitch's put-out to damn near every 
stud at school. Why the hell she kicked me, I'll never know. Goddamned 
little cocksucker!" 

"You want me to go in with you?" Mike asked. 

"Naw. I'll fake it with the old lady. She'll never know the difference. 
She's kinda dumb when it comes to sex and stuff." 

Danny hobbled up the three steps and slid the glass door open. He tried to 
straighten up and look like nothing had happened. 

"Hi, Mom, I'm home," he announced as nonchalantly as he could. 

"Danny? What's the matter with you?" Diana asked. Fear crossed her face. 

"Nuthin'. I just fell on that damned bar on my bike and kinda mutilated my 
bod." He started down the hall painfully. 

"You come back here, young man, and tell me what's the matter." Diana was 
firm. She sat at the kitchen table in her pink quilted robe. Her hair was 
tussled. 

Danny limped out to his mother. He sat at the table and tried to conceal the 
wracking pain in his groin. 

"Now, what happened? I know you well enough to know when you're lying to 
me." Diana thumped a finger nervously on the table. 

Danny sat quietly at the table. He said nothing. 

"Come on, Danny, what happened?" she demanded. ' 

"Aw, this girl at school kicked me." He shrugged it off as nothing. 

"Why?" 

"We were all decorating the gym and some dip-shit turned off the lights. I 
knew Shelly was sitting on the ladder next to me. I wanted to give her a 
little kiss. I put my hand on her ... you know ... trying to take her hand. 
Well, I missed her hand and got ahold of something else, so she slugged me 
and kicked the hell out of me. That's all there is to it." Danny got up to 
leave. 

"Sit down! I'm not finished with you yet. Are you badly hurt?" 

"I don't know. I feel like hell." 

"Come over here, honey." Diana held her arms out to him. She loved this 
child, dearly. Danny approached her very slowly. 

Diana could see he was in a great deal of pain. "Take your pants down and 
let me see if you're hurt." 

"Gee, Mom, I'm too big for that. I'll check myself in the bathroom," Danny 
argued. 

"Danny," Diana said in a commanding voice, "do as I tell you. You might've 
done some permanent damage to yourself." 

"Shit, Mom, you think I'm still four years old and just fell off my swing 
set," he protested. 

"Danny, I've seen you naked for years. So I haven't seen you nude lately," 
she lied, "but I can still tell about a man. I was married to one for years, 
you know. " 

"Steve wasn't a man! You said yourself he was a fag!" 

"I said your father was bi-sexual. That's not exactly a fag," Diana 
corrected. 

"He screwed men, didn't he?" Danny asked. "Your father had several affairs 
... some with women ... and some with men." Diana hung her head in shame for 
Steve. 

"Well, I ain't no fag! When I get it on, it'll be with a woman!" 

"Were you trying to get it on with this little girl at school?" 

Danny looked at his feet. "Is that so bad?" 

"No, Danny, it isn't so bad. Apparently she thought it was bad or she 
wouldn't've had such a violent reaction to you." 

"She's the school slut! That's what made me so mad. She puts out to every 
guy in junior high, but me she kicks." Danny was truly puzzled. 

"I'm sure I wouldn't know about that, but I do want to check you over before 
you go to bed. Drop your drawers, honey." 

Begrudgingly Danny unhooked his wide belt and unbuttoned his tight navy 
pants. He looked at his mother and grinned sheepishly. His face turned 
crimson. 

Diana ignored his reaction. She was eager to see if his magnificent organ 
was hurt. It'd be a shame to knock that bit thick whang out of 
circulation.... 

Danny carefully wiggled out of his pants and let them slide to the floor 
where he stepped out of them. 

The bulge in his shorts is still there. I hope his cock isn't damaged. If it 
is, I'll kill that little witch myself! 

Danny hesitated. He stood in front of his mother, not moving. 

Diana reached for his Jockey shorts and slid them gently down his hips. When 
she reached his sick and hurting dick, she slid her hands into his shorts 
and tenderly enfolded his precious penis. With the other hand, she slid his 
shorts down and off. 

She carefully opened her warm hand to reveal his aching organ. She gazed at 
his magnificent tool as if looking at valuable jewels. Her touch was so 
soft, as if she was handling a creampuff. She took a deep breath and held 
it. Slowly she exhaled. 

What a fantastic organ! Even if it's limp, it's got to be the greatest! 
Really super! Jesus, that is far out! Diana gazed at her son's keen prick in 
awe. 

"Honey, I think you look all right." That's the understatement of the year! 
You look great! "Where do you hurt?" Diana gently held his large, warm 
penis. Her fingers lifted it away from his round balls and she looked at 
those well-hung nuts. Her fingers gently moved them to the side, then lifted 
them up, and then tenderly put them in their natural state. This kid has 
really got something here. He's got to have the most super penis and balls 
I've ever seen! 

She stroked his aching tool. She felt his warmness in her hand. One of her 
hands caressed his massive tool and the other hand cradled his balls. "Does 
that make you feel better?" she asked. 

"Yeah, your hands are so warm and feel so good." Danny was feeling better 
due to the heat treatment he was receiving. He was also feeling a little 
embarrassed because his hurting penis was getting rigid in his mother's 
hand. "I'm all right now," he said, making a feeble attempt to pull away 
from his mother's gentle touch. 

Diana saw his prick stiffen up. She continued to stroke his provocative 
cock. Her finger massaged the tip of his cock and encircled the tiny hole in 
the tip. "That's all right, Danny. I've seen what an erection looks like. 
Don't be embarrassed. We just want to know everything functions all right, 
don't we?" 

Diana couldn't let go of his tough penis. Her frantic urge was back. She had 
to hold this child's prick. Her hands held his rigid, hot tool and felt the 
gentle throbbing. She cupped his balls tenderly. She broke out in a sweat! 
Damn, help me! She was entranced. 

"I think it's fine. Mom, you better let go of me ... you know what I mean?" 
Danny was feeling his rigid rod throbbing. He knew much more handling of his 
pulsating prick and he'd go off. He thought that might not go too well with 
his mother. What mother wants her son's sticky cum all over her hands? He 
thought he better get his stiff cock back inside his pants ... but her hands 
felt so good on his body. Still, getting it on with one's mother isn't 
really the grooviest. He didn't mind in the least, but what would she think? 
He didn't mind her touching his pounding organ now that the embarrassment of 
undressing in front of her was over. Her touch was so warm. She was so 
tender and gentle with him. He didn't mind a bit. She felt really spiffy. 

He felt hot! His hips moved forward And backward. His massive penis pounded. 
His legs quivered. He put his big paws on his mother's shoulders. His hands 
held her tightly. He ached in his stiff tool. His balls hurt ... but her 
touch felt damned good. He didn't want to smear her all up with cum ... so 
she better stop. 

Diana sat on the kitchen chair with his hands on her shoulders. Her hands 
held his thumping peter. She watched the big organ as he uncontrollably 
flexed and relaxed it and it seemed to jump around in her hand. She looked 
into the face of her young son and saw the pain. 

His pain shocked her free for the moment of her lustful thoughts. 

She gently released his great and magnificent organ. She was reluctant to do 
so. She wanted that grand prick so badly, but the pain in her son's face and 
the sudden realization of what she was doing and thinking made her give up 
her own wicked desires. I love him too much to cause him pain. My crazy 
thinking has got to stop! 

"Honey, I think if you go take a warm shower and go to bed, you'll be all 
right tomorrow." Her voice quavered. Diana's weeping cunt cried in vain. 

SHE ABSOLUTELY WOULD NOT SCREW HER VIRGIN SON! 

The heat that soared through her body would have to simmer down. The 
watering of her mouth for a taste of his delicious juices would have to dry 
up. As much as she craved her son, she would have to cool it! 

Gawd, he's got a fantastic tool! It is sheer torment for me to see him nude! 
I'll have to see that doesn't happen again! 

I held his cock! 

I felt its heat! 

I felt his heart beat! 

To touch his cock is ecstasy ... and hell! 

I can't have him! 

Why torture myself! 

This is hell, to live in the same trailer with such a magnificent cock and 
know I never, never can devour it! I can never feel it high and deep inside 
me! I can never kiss his sweet dong! I can never smell his boyish smells! I 
can never taste of his virgin cum! I can never feel his innocent cum in my 
cunt! 

This is hell, hell, hell! 

I'm so ashamed of myself. Ashamed of my evil, wicked, vile thoughts! I must 
be going crazy! It's wrong to lust after my own son's body. I must use 
control. I must never touch him again! I'm his mother. Why'm I obsessed with 
such awful thoughts? It isn't that I can't get sex ... Tony'll fuck me 
whenever I want it. Tony's good at screwin' and blow-jobs. Why ... why ... 
why do I get carried away by desires to possess my son's young cock and 
balls? 

Danny looked at his mother. She looked different. She had always looked like 
a mother to him before. She was one to be referred to as "the old lady." She 
was his cook, his housekeeper, his warden, his provider. She was his mother. 

Now she was different. She had warm hands on his aching cock. Her tussled 
hair made her look a little sensuous. Her regular old pink robe looked 
different. For the first time in his life, he wondered what she looked like 
under that robe. He was shocked at his own thoughts. It would have been 
bitchin' to cum in her warm, caressing hands. She really turned him on with 
her soft touch. If he didn't hurt so much, maybe things would have gone all 
the way and he'd have had his first screw. To screw his mother for the first 
time would have been far-out. She'd tell him just what to do and how to do 
it. Maybe she wouldn't fuck her own son. 

Danny, you're a dumb shit! You ought to be ashamed of yourself for thinking 
of your mother as a piece of tail. Well, she sure surprised me when she took 
hold of my aching whang! I didn't think she'd do that. I always thought she 
was a little stupid when it came to sex, but she sure knows how to handle a 
cock and get it hard! I'll bet she'd be great in bed, too. I'm surprised at 
me! I can't think of balling my mother. It'd be great though. I wonder what 
her titties look like? 

Danny stood with his hard prick standing at full attention. He looked at his 
mother. If only she hadn't touched his aching peter, maybe all those wild 
thoughts he was having about her wouldn't have been unleashed. 

The more he thought of balling his mother, the stiffer his prick got. He was 
embarrassed at his own thoughts. He was more embarrassed at his stiff 
twitching penis. She had really shook him when she told him to drop his 
pants. First he was embarrassed. Then at her touch, he became aware of her 
as a woman and him as a man. He was shocked at the whole situation. He was 
upset by his mother's actions ... why should he be? She didn't mean anything 
except to soothe his hurting body. He remembered how she used to "kiss it to 
make it well" on any of his hurts. Wow! The thought of her kissing his 
pain-filled penis really turned him on. 

His prick was anxious for release! It throbbed! It pounded! It beat! 

Still he couldn't get over the thoughts he was thinking. 

Diana got up and went down the hall to the bathroom. She was having her own 
problems. She had a longing in her steaming cunt that wouldn't quit. She 
wanted that groovy pecker of her son's. He would be cherry-terrific to fuck. 
He was built like a champion stud. She tried to cool it, but that was easier 
said than done. 

She hurried down the hall. 

Danny watched her ass wiggle under her quilted robe as she scurried down the 
hall. I'd like to feel that ass. I'll bet she's all warm there. I'd like to 
ball her, too. All the guys at school except Mike have fucked. I know what a 
cum feels like cuz I've jacked off, but I want to know what her cunt feels 
like from inside. I want to jam my cock to her. 

His hands went to his rampaging dong. Slowly he. stroked his penis back and 
forth. His purplish knob poked out of his foreskin and then retreated back 
under it. Up and down went his hands. One hand held his full balls and one 
hand worked his cock that was begging for release. 

Faster and faster he went. His legs shook. His hips lunged forward. He 
thrust his eager whang out. Sweat soaked his body. He pitched his throbbing 
shaft forward. His rod was wracked with pain and the urge to shoot off. His 
face showed pain ... but he had to cum. His mother had turned him on to the 
point it had to end in a gushing flood of cum. 

He grunted and moaned as he thrust his pole forward to ecstasy.... 

''I'mmmmmm gonnnnnaaaa cccuuuummmmmmm! Oh, Mama, Mama, I'mmmmm gonnnnaaaa 
cccuuummmmmm. AAAAAEEEEEEIIIIII," he groaned. Sperm jetted into his hand. He 
slid his slippery hand all over his withering penis. He stroked the length 
of his shaft and caressed the sensitive tip. This caused his body to jerk 
and spasm frantically. 

He collapsed onto a kitchen chair. His spent whang hung over his balls 
between his thighs. He put his head back on the chair and slouched in 
exhaustion. His long dark hair fell loosely. He closed his dark eyes and 
didn't move. 

Diana went into the bathroom to cool herself down. She sloshed cold water in 
her face. She should have sloshed it in her steaming box. She brushed her 
tussled hair vigorously. 

She went out the back door in her robe and fetched King. He lavished kisses 
on her legs and feet. She hadn't forgotten to get him to go in for the 
night. The cool air helped Diana. 

She sat on the back steps. Her robe was draped over her knees. She patted 
King absently. She looked at the star-filled sky. It looked like diamonds 
scattered on black velvet. The moon hadn't come up yet. 

King put his cold nose on her knee. He nuzzled up under her robe. 

She spread her thighs wide apart. I might as well get a cum from the dog. 
Shit, I want that young stud of a son of mine. He'd be really good. He's a 
kid! It would be incest! I can't fuck him! 

King nudged into her slippery crack. 

His cold nose gave Diana a start! 

He nuzzled into her pussy that was wet and matted from her juices. He lapped 
at her pubic hair and worked his tongue well into her wet slit. 

She leaned back on her elbows which were supported by the top step. She slid 
her frothing cunt forward and upward to the dog's eager mouth. 

King lapped long strokes the length of her slimy crack. His tongue tipped 
her asshole. 

He crawled between her spread thighs and wasting no time, jabbed it to her 
clutching hole. He pounded it in ... in ... in. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck harder ... harder," she begged the dog. 

The huge dog humped her hot hole wildly. His tail stuck straight out! He 
banged her relentlessly and shot her trench full ... full ... fulllll of dog 
sperm. He howled his pleasure, "OOOOOOWWWWWWIIIIII." 

He pulled his slippery dick out of her sperm-sprayed hole and licked her 
crack. His tongue went past her fluttering, contracting vaginal opening and 
on to her vibrating clit. He licked little short paths across her tender 
love bud ... again ... again ... again. His nose snorted and sniffed in her 
pussy. 

King licked rapid strokes of his tongue at her cuntal mouth. His nose 
burrowed into her clit. 

Hot breath seared into her twitching clit. He licked ... licked ... licked 
... faster ... faster her boiling hole. He ate her hole eagerly and rapidly, 
pitching her into bliss. 

"AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE," she whimpered. Her vaginal muscles spasmed. Her body 
jerked. Her shoulders bore into the wooden steps. Her pelvis lunged up to 
the dog's mouth and spurted cum to completely soak his whiskers and nose. 

The dog languished in the flooding cum. He snorted and snarfed up the sweet 
warm stuff that was a part of his beloved mistress. 

She took King inside where he bounded happily for her bed. 

Diana went to the kitchen. There she saw Danny asleep on the chair. His 
well-hung organ lay limp on his thigh. 

She sucked in her breath at his sight. 

"Danny. Danny," she cooed. "Come on, honey, it's time you went to bed." She 
didn't look at her son below the belt line. It took all the stamina she had 
to resist, but she did resist. 

Danny opened his heavily fringed eyes and stood up. 

Diana followed him down the hall, snapping off lights as she went, and 
didn't even sneak a peek at her son's deliciously naked ass. 

When he fell into bed, she quickly covered him with a cool sheet. 

Diana smiled down at her beautiful son. He was so sweet and such a darling 
boy. She loved him so much. 

Danny smiled up at his mother. She was so good and kind and gentle. Her 
hands were so warm and protective of his still-aching but cum-empty penis. 

She left his room quietly and quickly. She had to exit fast. 

She crawled into her own bed with King. The big dog placed his furry face on 
her sticky pussy where he could smell her odorous paradise. Her hand rested 
on his head. 

Diana was completely frustrated! Sure King gave her a good fuck any time she 
wanted it! Tony was also very obliging that way. She was having a mighty 
battle within herself. She had to pound down her wicked evil desires to 
screw her young son. He was a delicious hunk of fuck meat ... but not to be 
savored by her. He was a forever NO-NO! 

Once again the sobs came. She was a nervous wreck over her illegal and 
immoral lust. Her cuntal sobs of desire matched her facial tears of remorse. 

She was living on a live keg of dynamite! She had managed to control herself 
today, but what of tomorrow and the next day? When would she blow her mind 
and give in to those evil thoughts and grab her son and ravish his beautiful 
little cock and balls? 

NEVER! NEVER! NEVER! 

She pounded her pillow viciously to relieve her frustrations. She cried 
uncontrollably. 

She pressed her taut hips into the mattress in sheer desperation, and again 
she was unsatisfied! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Diana rose early and flipped out to the kitchen in her flimsy pink nightie. 
She made a pot of coffee and settled herself at the cheery kitchen table 
with a cup of hot brew and a cigarette. It was warm for so early in the 
morning, so her trusty pink robe had been forsaken. 

Boy, it'll be a scorcher today. If I get my butt in gear, I can get the 
trailer all spiffed up and go swimming this afternoon. I'll get at it before 
Danny gets up and maybe he'll want to go to the beach. Anyway, we ought to 
get in a puddle of water some place today. 

She turned around and was startled to see Danny standing behind her. 

"What're you doing up so early?" she stammered. She was conscious of her 
see-through nightie and how short it was. She wondered if he had seen her 
privates as she bent to the air conditioner. She was sure he had. 

Danny's eyes were saucers. "I ... ah ... gotta go to ... a boys club this 
morning. " He flushed crimson. 

She was sure he had been looking up her asshole. He was all eyes. She 
decided to bluff it through and make nothing of it. She decided to just go 
ahead and get his breakfast in her nightie and act as if nothing was out of 
order. It was too hot to don her robe, and if she scurried to her bedroom to 
put it on, he would become more conscious of sex. She would just act normal. 
After all, the human body is a beautiful thing and not something to be 
ashamed of. Anyway, her titties and snatch were covered ... sort of. Maybe 
her body looked more alluring through the thin film of pink chiffon. She had 
always heard a woman is more sexy with a tiny bit of something on ... and 
her nightie was a tiny bit ... very tiny. She decided not to make something 
gross of her near nudity and what her body implied ... sex. She would be 
cool and proceed as usual. 

She was not going to warp his mind and make him think there was something 
deep and dark about women's bodies. After all, she was covered and he was 
old enough to know what a woman looked like in her nightie. Posh, why make 
something of nothing? She'd be cool and keep the whole situation under 
control. 

"Come on out to the kitchen, honey, and I'll fix you something to eat," she 
said as nonchalantly as possible. 

Danny was in a trance and followed obediently. 

Diana scurried around, reaching' in the refrigerator for orange juice and 
eggs. She knew her round ass was exposed to the lad as she did so. She began 
to feel a tingle in her crotch as she was aware her son was devouring her 
ass with his eyes. 

Cool, lady, keep it cool! she thought. 

Danny hadn't said a word. He sat quietly at the table, watching his mother 
preparing his breakfast. He was also watching her bouncing ass and her 
round, jiggling tits. His eyes were about to bug out of his head. 

He was having problems in other departments, too. He had a rising bulge in 
his pajamas. He put his hands in his lap to conceal his boner. 

Diana was aware of what effect her thinly clad body was having on her son. 
His stare was having the same effect on her. Shots of heat surged through 
her body. A thin trickle of juice emerged from her cuntal mouth and bathed 
her steaming crack. 

Cool it, she told herself. 

She leaned slightly over the table to set his plate in front of him. 

His eyes caught a quick glimpse of bare boobs down the low neckline of her 
nightie. He sucked in his breath and gulped loudly. His prick had a definite 
hard-on. 

Diana stood up and put her hands on her hips, thrusting her nipples damned 
near out of her nightie. "What's the matter with you this morning?" she 
demanded briskly, knowing what his problem was. 

"NN ... Nothing," he said, and lowered his gaze, catching a quick view of 
her dark triangle through the skimpy pink. 

Diana went to her son and put her arm around his shoulder. She hugged him to 
her, which was a mistake, because he was sitting and she was standing and 
that put his face right to her near-naked breast. 

Oh, my, his young face feels good. Oh, shit, I gotta stop this! Diana was 
completely unnerved. 

She couldn't tear herself away from Danny. He felt so good. She just stood 
there spewing her cream down her legs. Her clit twitched frantically. 
Control! Control! 

Danny thought his mother's breast was the softest thing he had ever laid his 
head on. His hard cock pounded. He sat still just enjoying the warmth and 
heaving of her tits. 

I could let him take a clear look at my body and perhaps a feel here and 
there, and that'd jar him out of his awed condition. At least he wouldn't be 
so shit-shook if he ever caught me in my nightie again. That'd be a good 
idea. Besides, I'd get over all this foolishness when I see how 
inexperienced he is and compare his amateurish ways with an experienced 
lover like Tony. It'd clear up a lot of things around here. I Diana steeled 
herself as best she could against the lust that was burning inside her. She 
knew this was the way to forever break herself of her wicked thoughts about 
her dear sweet son. Also, he would be seeing women in his lifetime so she 
would be doing him no damage. She would be merely showing him the human body 
... really an education for him. With her reasoning fixed firmly in her 
mind, she proceeded. 

"Danny, does Mother's body so close to you upset you?" 

"YYYes 'em," he stammered. 

"Have you ever seen a woman's body before, dear?" 

Danny shook his head. 

"Would you like to see mine?" 

Danny nodded. 

"Come in the living room, dear. Come with Mother." 

Danny followed her round, bouncing ass. He was trying to conceal his 
rock-hard cock behind his hands. 

Diana plunked her butt down on the soft couch. She patted the place next to 
her. 

Danny sat down with a thud. He was sure his wobbling legs wouldn't have held 
him up much longer anyway. 

The guys at school had all talked about naked women, and some even had lewd 
pictures of them. He trembled visibly with the thought of seeing a naked 
woman in person. He had seen pictures of nudie cuties and had gotten a 
hard-on just looking at them. Now he was really going to see his mother 
without her clothes on. Wow! 

Diana pulled her flimsy pink nightie up over her head. Her breasts jutted up 
to look him in the eye. Her dark snatch was mostly hidden by her thighs. 
Diana thrilled at the pleasure she felt as Danny gawked at her full round 
tits. Her nipples were rigid and begging for attention from his young mouth. 

"Does Mama look good to you, dear?" she cooed. 

"Yeah," was all he could manage to utter. 

"Do you see Mama's pussy, honey?" she asked. 

"UMM, yeah," he muttered, his eyes glancing down between her thighs. 

"Do you like Mother's pussy, Son?" 

His eyes told her he did. He looked hard at her thick, curling, pubic hair. 

"Would you like to touch my pussy, sweets?" she asked, tingling at the 
thought. 

"Could I?" he asked eagerly. 

"Put your hand on my pussy, dear. Feel how soft it is?" 

Danny hesitated. Then he awkwardly put a finger on her seething nest. "Yeah, 
it sure is soft." 

"Does Mother's snatch feel hot to you, baby?" She knew it was burning. 

Danny bravely put his whole hand down on her dark mound. 

"Damn, Mom, it's hotter than hell," he said. 

"Dear, do you want to touch Mama's tits?" 

"Do I? Yes, I sure do," he said eagerly. 

"Take your other hand, dear, and touch Mama's boobs." 

He obeyed. His finger went to her tit and touched the softness. 

"Pinch Mama's nipple, Danny," she said, urging him on. 

Danny took her rigid nipple between his fingers and pressed gently. His 
prick was nearly bursting. He knew now she could see his thick pole. He 
began to perspire. Here he was, one hand on his mother's tit and the other 
hand on her pussy. Gawd! His throbbing knob was poking out of his pajama 
bottom. He couldn't let go of his delicious mother to pop his boner back 
inside his fly opening. Shit! Now she'd see him! 

Diana did see! She saw his marvelous cockhead emerge from his pants and she 
saw a drop of fluid on the very tip of his heavy penis. 

Her hands went to his beautiful organ. "Oh, Son, how wonderful that sight 
is! You have such a nice penis. Let Mother take it out of those pants for 
you. It's so big, it couldn't be comfy all bunched up in there." She asked 
him to stand up while she quickly pulled his P.J.'s down to his knees and 
let them fall to the floor. 

He stood in front of his mother's face with his whang beating madly. He 
still had hold of her tittie and was massaging it a little roughly. 

"Oh, poor baby." Her hands took his hard organ and began to stroke it 
gently. Her mouth watered as another drop of fluid appeared on the tip of 
his straining prick. "Poor little Danny. Do you hurt here, honey?" she 
asked. 

Her own crotch was scorching. Her juices were flooding her crack. Her clit 
vibrated rapidly. Her body was sparked with electrical charges. Heat blasted 
through her. 

"It feels all bloated and ... hurts ... a little," he stammered. 

"Do you want Mother to help you get rid of the pain? Of course you do, 
sweetheart." She bent her head to her son's fat peter. She flicked the drop 
of fluid off the tip of his organ. "Mother'll put your hurting thing in her 
mouth and warm it and ease it for you, dear." 

"ZOOOOOWWWWWIIIIIEEEEE!" he cried. Jesus, I never thought she'd do that for 
me! My mom's going to blow me! Wow! She's kissing my dick now! God, her 
breath's hot on my prick! Sonofabitch, she's taking my cock into her mouth 
... GODDAMN! SHE'S SUCKING ME OFF! WOW! This's super-great! Her mouth's so 
hot! She's gonna pull me right into her with that hard sucking. . , I can't 
take it ... I'm gonna cum ... right in her mouth, I'm gonna cum.... 

"Mom, I'mmmmm gonnnnnaaaaa cccccuuuummmmm, " he whined. 

Mom was too busy and too full of lust to release his dick or say anything. 
She held his heavy balls with one hand and sucked wickedly and wildly on his 
pulsating dong. She flicked her tongue quickly time and again over his 
sensitive glans. She whipped her tongue around his thick shaft and lathered 
his shaft with her saliva. She was in another world ... a world of bliss ... 
she had her son's sweet thick prick deep within her mouth and she would suck 
it and drain his balls of his virgin juices. SHE HAD TO TASTE HIS DELICIOUS 
JUICES. SHE HAD TO HAVE HER SON'S CUM IN HER MOUTH. 

Danny was shaking! His slender body was bursting with fire! His blood-filled 
prick shouted for release ... RELEASE ... RELEASE! 

"Mama, I'mmmmm cummmmmiiiinnnnggg," he shuddered as his body rocked and 
reeled. His hips jerked. His hands clutched at his mother's shoulders for 
balance. He felt like he was falling ... falling into oblivion. 

Diana eased her son down on the couch without released his shooting prick 
from her mouth. She sucked him dry. He didn't have another drop of his 
sweet, innocent cum to give her. She licked his penis up and down. She 
nuzzled into his soft balls. She lapped at his limp whang. 

"Do you like Mother's mouth on your sweet dick?" she asked between laps and 
sucks. 

"Ohhhhh, yeaaaahhhh," he moaned. 

"Does your peter hurt any more, sweets?" she asked. 

"Naaawwww, it feels great!" he answered. 

"Mother can help you other times, Son, whenever you hurt there. You must 
tell Mother and I'll help you get rid of the hurt." She couldn't let his 
beautiful organ alone, even though it was rubbery. She knew it would get 
hard again very soon if she continued to lap on it. 

The doorbell rang! 

Danny sprang to his feet in a panic! "It's Mike. He and I're supposed to go 
to the boys club. Oh, God." His heart pounded. 

Diana had had his cock pulled away from her mouth so fast she was in a daze. 
She collected her wits and tossed her nightie over her head. "Danny, I don't 
want you to tell anyone about just now," she said softly. 

"Don't worry, Mom, I won't tell Mike you're a cocksucker. I won't tell 
anyone!" He pulled up his pants and headed for the door. 

Diana ran for her bedroom. COCKSUCKER! HER SON CALLED HER A COCKSUCKER! 
Well, what else was she? She didn't like to think of herself as a 
cocksucker. The word was dirty. What she did to Danny was not dirty! Danny's 
cock was sweet and innocent and clean and pure. 

What have I done? I've sucked my own son off! How terrible of me! I'm so 
wicked, soooo evil! I'm a rotten mother! I must be crazy! I'm awful! 

Guilt wracked her body. She put her hands to her forehead in anguish. She 
saw herself a wild, wicked mother that seduces her own son. She couldn't 
stand herself! She'd run ... at least for a while. She had to get out of the 
house. She had to think. She had to do something. She needed a drink. 

She heard the front door slide shut and knew the two boys had left. She 
jumped into a lavender pants suit, brushed her hair with fury, and went to 
her car. She sped to a local beer bar and flopped onto a high stool. 

"Beer, honey?" a cheap looking, floozied-up blonde asked, cracking her wad 
of gum. 

Diana nodded. 

The blonde wiggled her pudgy ass over to the spicket and poured a draft. She 
walked, tits bouncing, back to Diana and put the beer on the bar. 

Diana threw a quarter on the bar and the blonde left her to her thoughts. 

Shit! I'm weird. To suck off my dear son, I'd have to be crazy! What I've 
done is absolutely unforgivable. What he said to me really hurt! I've never 
been called a COCKSUCKER before! Maybe the guys were just being nice to me. 
That's what I am ... a lousy cocksucker. I hate the word! Doing it's 
fantastic ... and Danny has such smooth skin. That little shit shouldn't've 
used that particular word to me ... after all, I am his mother ... he should 
have a little respect! Respect for what? ... my whorish actions? No, he 
called me just what I am ... a cocksucker. God, I hate that word! The hell 
of this situation is I didn't even make it. I'm paying for my guilt and all 
I got out of the deal was getting so friggin' hot and uptight and I didn't 
even have one cum with him. If that damned Mike would stay home a little 
bit, I'd have had it made. Anyway, I didn't screw Danny. Things didn't get 
that far. They would've if Mike hadn't come to the door. Maybe it's a good 
thing he did come over for Danny or I'd be really out of my head. Let's face 
it, I have no control when it comes to my son. I have no control period. 

When I was married I could screw any time, and I didn't want to. Any men 
since that time've been adult men and they wanted it and so did I ... I 
didn't need restraint. They were over twenty-one and knew what they were 
doing. The dog sure doesn't object to being fucked. I've never needed to use 
control before. No wonder it's hard for me. 

My problem is I wait until I'm so hot before I get it on. Maybe if I had sex 
more regularly, I'd be able to say NO when I wanted to. This way I wait ... 
and then naturally I have no control! 

Diana was downing beer after beer to quench her big thirst. She also wanted 
to get snockered out of her gourd. She was succeeding in that desire. Her 
elbows rested on the bar and her head was feeling as though it was floating 
about ten feet higher than her body. Her arms were limp. Her knees would 
surely buckle if she stood up ... and she was gonna have to stand up soon to 
take a leak. 

Diana continued her self-analysis. She had to piss but didn't know if she 
could make it to the john, so she crossed her legs and continued to think. 

It's all settled in my head. I'll screw every day. I'll get somebody to fuck 
me at least once a day. Tony'll oblige me. King will, too-he's always ready. 
If I get enough sex from somebody ... anybody ... I'll be able to exercise 
the control I need at home. I'll be so reamed out I won't even have a 
friggin' thought when I see Danny. He can prance around all day stark naked 
and it won't bother me a bit! That's a fantastic thought! I won't be 
tormented and guilty any more! 

Diana felt a tremendous freedom and release from her guilt. 

She looked drunkenly at what was sitting at the bar. She decided she might 
as well start her sex program or rehabilitation on her soul right now. After 
all, she was already worked up by Danny, so why not get a screw as soon as 
possible? 

These guys sitting here drinking so early in the morning are probably 
alcoholics, and if I picked up with one of them, they probably couldn't work 
up a good hard-on if their lives depended on it ... then I'd be up shit 
creek again. I gotta get somebody that can come across. I gotta fuck before 
I go home. I gotta get screwin' out of my head before I see Danny. I need a 
good stud. I'd like to find somebody that could ball all day, every day. 
I'll grind all the wicked thoughts of screwin' my tender son right out of 
existence! 

She sat in a drunken stupor, meditating. 

"Hey, Diana, how are you?" a voice crashed through her head. 

She looked with effort at the tall black man standing beside her. She tried 
to focus her eyes. I'm drunker than I thought. I wanted to get snookered and 
I guess I did. 

The black man was leaning on a stack of empty beer cases loaded on the 
dolly. He wore the white uniform with the green pencil-stripes that was so 
well known to Diana. The black man worked for the same pop company her 
ex-husband worked for. 

He smiled a wide grin, showing a wide row of snowy white teeth. His black 
skin looked beautiful in that white uniform. His hair was cropped fairly 
close, but he still had long curly side bums. His black eyes looked 
pityingly at the drunken wife of his supervisor. 

"Oh, hi, Bill," she said, managing a crooked smile. 

"Looks like you're really hanging one on." He wasn't particularly pleased to 
see his boss' wife so shit-faced. She was not putting forth a good image for 
herself ... or the company she had been indirectly affiliated with for so 
many years. Also, if some other route man from the company saw her, he'd run 
and tell Steve that his ex-wife was spaced out at the local bar. Bill and 
Diana had known each other for years. They were not intimate friends, but 
the company did have certain functions which all the employees and their 
families attended, and they had become acquainted through these functions. 
Then because Bill's route was in Diana's neighborhood, they ran into each 
other on occasion. 

She also ran into other pop men as there were several routes in her area. 
Bill happened to be on a can route,-but there were also cold bottle and tank 
routes. Diana knew those men and they knew her. 

"Diana, why don't you go home and sleep this one off?" he asked tenderly. 

"I don't want to," she said and giggled. She was thinking how it would be to 
start her campaign of sex every day with this magnificent black buck. 

"I think you ought to go home." 

"Oh, you do, huh? Well, to tell you the truth, Bill, I couldn't get there on 
a bet." She slurped her beer. 

"Well, I'd take you home, but I can't take the truck into your trailer park. 
Besides, Steve might see me hauling you around in a company truck and he'd 
have my ass. No one's supposed to ride in those trucks except us, you know." 
He scratched his chin. 

Diana nodded. She knew only too well the rules of the company. 

"I'll call you a cab," he said. 

"Bill, I can't get to the cab," she protested. 

"I'll help you." Bill called the floozie and told her to get a cab. 

"I gotta take a pee." Diana was in agony from holding herself so long. 

Bill slipped his arm around her slender body and lifted her to her feet. He 
held her up and literally carried her to the door of the ladies' room. 
"You're on your own from here on," he said and winked. 

Diana fell through the door and managed to find the toilet in the small 
room. Damn, he's strong. All those guys are ... comes from slinging cases 
around all day. Shit, I'd like to get that big bastard in bed. He'd be one 
hellofa screw. He won't leave the route for fear he'd get caught. Anyone can 
spot those uniforms a mile away ... especially with that big red Coke emblem 
on the back of the white shirt. Oh, that's good, you dumb shit Diana, pee 
down you leg. 

She fell back out the door and Bill caught her in his muscular black arms. 
He held her upright and took her out the door to the waiting cab. 

"Come home with me, " she begged. 

"I can't. You know that! Your ex-husband'd catch me for sure. I'm not 
getting paid to goof off on the route." 

"Bill, just ride home with me. Help me get in the trailer and you can come 
right back. That'll take only a matter of minutes ... and I'll be taken care 
of with you with me." Diana pleaded with the huge black man. 

He hesitated. "No, I can't." He turned to go. 

"Bill, please?" she begged. 

"Diana, you know I would if I could ... but I can't!" 

"Okay, then I'm not going home. I'll just go to another bar." She crossed 
her arms in defiance. 

"I shoulda left you in here. Move over and I'll see you get home." He knew 
he shouldn't leave the truck unattended. Kids are prone to stealing off Coke 
trucks and if Steve should be in the area, he'd shit a hairy eel. 

"Let's make it fast, driver. I gotta get back here pronto." Bill looked 
around to make sure no one saw him get in the cab. "Shit! " he muttered. 

Diana was purring her contentment as she fell on the black man's shoulder. 
Her dizzy mind was plotting his seduction. So far, so good, she had him with 
her at least. Now she had to get him in her trailer and get him in her bed. 
Oh, that was a fantastic thought! She'd never fucked a black man before and 
she'd heard they were magnificently hung. 

Bill was very uneasy. He kept looking out the car window for his 
supervisor's pick-up truck. 

Diana let her hand fall limply on his heavy thigh. 

"She's drunk," Bill explained to the driver. "I know the lady and she ought 
to be at home." She ought to get her hand off my leg, too. 

Since he didn't seem to notice her hand on his leg, she slid her fingers up 
close to his crotch bulge. He'll notice now. 

Diana was snockered, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She would fuck 
this bull of a black man TODAY! 

At the trailer she made sure she could not get into the house by herself. 

Bill told the cab driver to wait and he jumped out of the cab. 

Diana told the driver to flake off as soon as they got into her coach. 

Bill was waiting for her to emerge from the cab so he didn't hear her 
last-minute instructions to the cab driver. 

Bill took her inside her mobile home. It was considerably cooler than the 
hot, sticky outside air. He turned to leave and Diana faked fainting. 

"Christ all mighty," he muttered, and picked the limp Diana up and carried 
her into her bedroom. 

Ooooohhhh, he's so manly and strong. I gotta have him! 

He put her gently on the bed and sat down beside her. He loosened the 
buttons at her neck and unbuttoned her waistband. That should help revive 
her and make her breathing easier. 

"Shit, man, don't stop now. You got'um unbuttoned, take 'em off of me!" 
Diana said quite emphatically. 

Bill was jolted by her voice. His eyes opened wide! He was shocked! 

"Oh, come on, Bill. You've got time for a quickie. Don't look so surprised. 
Is this the first time you've been propositioned? I should think not ... Not 
a good-looking buck like you." She reached for his wide black belt and 
quickly undid his fly. 

"Hey, lady, if it was any other time, I'd say GO, but I'm supposed to be 
working," he protested. 

"Just let me look at you for a minute then. I've never seen a ... She looked 
him in the face, horrified at what she almost said. . 

"You've never seen a what? ... a black cock?" 

"No, I haven't. Do you mind if I look?" she asked nervously. 

"Take a quick look and we'll make it some other time, chick, I gotta go." He 
was not offended at her stupid blunder at all. They had been friends too 
long and he knew she meant nothing by what she had almost said. 

She watched while he stood and flipped out the wildest, thickest, longest, 
biggest whip-stick she had ever seen. She couldn't help but gape in awe. 
"MAN, YOU ARE BUILT!" 

Bill was shook at her touch. Here was this pretty white woman clutched onto 
his black dick, and now it was too late to turn himself or her off. He 
wanted her and it was clear she wanted him. What the hell, he had left the 
truck so what did a few minutes more matter? He'd stick it to her and have a 
quickie and then get his ass back to work. 

Her jerked her lavender pants suit off. He climbed quickly out of his snowy 
white Coke uniform and jumped onto the bed. 

Diana's cunt had been primed earlier and was well wetted now. 

Bill's big black beauty was ready. 

"Have at!" she shouted. 

Diana saw his black hulking form hover over her and slowly lower himself to 
her. She felt his throbbing cock snubbed to her juicing, burning fuck hole. 
She felt that thick peter ram her deep with the very first jab. 

"OOOOOHHHHH," she moaned at that tremendously bitchin' feeling. 

"That's only half of it, baby. Are you ready for the rest?" he panted. 

"Shove it in!" She knew he'd ruin her insides, but she had to have all of 
his black cock. "OOOOOOHHHHH, GOD! " she whined as she flinched at the 
stabbing pain he was causing her. 

He stopped. He waited. 

Her tight muscles relaxed. She gasped. 

"You all right?" he asked. 

"Yeah," she whispered. 

"Are you ready?" he questioned. 

"I think so." 

She winced at the pain, but it hurt so good she whipped her white legs 
around his heavy black ass and thrust her hungry cunt up to him. 

"Take me, Bill. Take me. Fuck it to me! Fuck me! Give it to me! Screw me! 
Cum all over me! Shove that black cock to me!" She was begging the black man 
and urging him on to his fullest. She lunged her seething pink crack to his 
pumping black cock. She gyrated her hips wildly. Her soft white arms pulled 
his thick black body smack against her sweating tits. 

Her spasming tunnel muscles couldn't suck his slick cock in any deeper. It 
was already rampaging around in her belly in territory no white cock could 
ever reached. 

"I'mmmm gonnnnaaaa cccuuuummmm," she whined. 

She was jolted to her very soul by this hulking black man. Her body was 
scorching. Her head rolled, spewing her hair over the pillow. Her mouth was 
open. Her eyes were glazed. Her crack was ablaze. Her hole was stuffed soooo 
fuuuullll. 

The big man humped her rapidly. He slung his ungodly long super heavy prick 
with all the force he could muster. He heaved it into her. His balls whammed 
her asshole. His thick black arms held her to his massive chest while 
holding his weight off her on his elbows. 

Faster ... FASTER ... harder ... HARDER' 

''I'MMMMMM CUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG...." she shrieked wildly. 

"RIGHT WITH YOOOOUUUUUU...." he said, smacking her hole with one last blast. 

Diana felt gushes of black-man's sperm jet from his incredibly big pulsating 
prong. It soaked his tough peter to a spongy condition. It oozed out of her 
hole and bathed his gleaming black balls. 

Both of them were in a completely relaxed state. 

"Honey, I needed that." She smiled up at Bill. 

"There's lots more where that came from," he said. 

"I want more of you, Bill." Her eyes told him she liked him very much. 

He seemed to have forgotten his friggin' truck. 

He pulled his rubbery dong out of her tight-fitting tube with a loud 
suctioning sound. He collapsed on the bed beside her. He was spent for a 
while ... or so he thought. 

Diana flipped upside down to gain easy access to his precious organ and 
sized up the situation. 

She put her head in his crotch and stuck out her pink tongue and flicked his 
love-eye. She put her warm lips to his protruding purple prickhead after 
gently sliding his wrinkled black soft foreskin back. His black dick was 
beautiful! Her warm and moist white mouth encased his black tool and her 
whipping tongue worked on his cummy slit-tip. Her mouth worked down his 
flavorful stem, lapping and licking all the way to his root. She buried her 
smooth white face in his dark soft balls, smelling the strong man-odor of 
his big black nuts. She nuzzled and nipped at the loose flesh. She tongued 
her way back the length of his stiffening whang. 

Bill loved what she was doing to his big cock. His eager hands lifted her 
pelvis astraddle his face and he eyed her pink, slick, cuntal mouth. He 
breathed in the woman smells that he loved so much. His hands encircled her 
silky white ass and pulled her wet crack down to his dark face. His mouth 
opened and he sucked her bulging pink love bud. He whipped it mercilessly 
with his flashing tongue. He could feel her solid flanks shiver. He tongued 
his way to her soggy, surging cunt and thrust in his flicking tongue. He 
worked her fluttering tunnel rapidly. His thick black fingers found her 
puckered asshole and he tormented her by teasing at her rectum. Then he 
plunged one heavy finger inside her tightly squeezing anus and wiggled it 
back and forth. She liked it! He could tell the way her ass swirled around 
and around and sucked his finger in deeper. 

He began to pump his peter in and out of her mouth. She slobbered on it and 
wallowed it around her moist cavity. She sucked it in ... in ... in. Her 
fingers massaged his heavy balls. 

This's glorious! He's a beautiful man! He sure knows how to get it on! She 
felt his tongue and hot breath up her tube. It was great! 

Then all hell broke loose! 

Diana went out of her head with passion. She reeled! She rocked! She sucked! 
She nibbled! She bit! She nuzzled! She salivated! She got dizzy! She got 
hotter! She shook! She quivered! Her cunt spasmed! Her cunt burned! Her cunt 
blazed! Her cunt juiced! Her cunt clutched! Her cunt grabbed! Her hips 
whirled! Her body jerked! SHE WAS WILD! 

Bill loved it! 

HE SHOT OFF IN HER MOUTH! 

"I'MMMMMM CCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG," AND HIS PRICK LUNGED AND JERKED IN HER 
THROAT! 

"MMMMMMEEEEEE, TOOOOOO," and she bathed his face in slick, shiny cum. 

They rested for a while. Then they screwed, and licked, and fucked, and 
lapped. THEY WERE ON A SEX BINGE THAT LASTED ... AND LASTED ... AND LASTED. 
It lasted for two weeks! 

Bill lost his job. Diana called in sick for all that time. King lost his 
place on her bed. Danny had to fend for himself. 

Diana wouldn't let Bill out of the bedroom except to piss and eat. 

Bill wouldn't let her out of the bedroom except for the same reasons. 

THEIRS WAS A WORLD OF SHEER RAPTURE! 

It was a world of fucking, screwing, frigging, balling, sucking, lapping, 
licking. 

IT WAS HEAVEN! 

IT WAS WILD! 

IT WAS ECSTASY! 

IT WAS LUST! 

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL! 

When after two weeks of sheer delight, Bill dragged his nub out her front 
door, she lay depleted, spent, totally content. 

That little episode ought to completely cure me of my lust for Danny's 
inexperienced body. Why the hell should my first thought after two weeks of 
super fuckin' be of Danny and his cock? Good God! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Diana went back to work. Her black lover went his way. Danny was full of 
resentment. He had had his pretty mother sucking him off before that black 
man had taken up residency for two weeks. He had heard the sounds from his 
mother's bedroom. He had seen her running naked and dripping of the black 
man's juices for the bathroom. He had heard her take a douche and trot her 
hot ass back to her black lover. He had heard the black man groan and moan 
his contentment. He had seen the naked black man raiding the refrigerator 
between screws. Danny was madder than hell at the black man! He was madder 
than hell at his mother. Danny had heard all about balling from the guys at 
school and he thought he'd find out about it from his sweet mother. Danny 
thought his pretty mother would teach him all about sex and get it on with 
him. Now, shit, she had taken a black man to fuck in her bed and forgotten 
her son. 

Well, his mother's black lover was gone now. Danny's mother had gone to work 
and had paid him no attention. Danny was definitely pissed. He and Mike 
discussed the situation. Mike was as eager for Diana to fuck her son as was 
her son. 

After all, Mike would hear all about it as he was Danny's best friend. Best 
friends tell best friends everything, don't they? Mike wanted to know if 
balling was as good as he'd heard it was. If Danny got it on with his 
mother, Danny would tell Mike and it would be like Mike was experiencing an 
instant-rerun. So the boys talked the whole situation over. They also talked 
the situation over with their friends. 

Diana was the topic of conversation with all the junior high school boys in 
the neighborhood, as well as their friends. She was unaware of this as she 
went to work and tried to keep her mind on her job. 

Diana was sure she'd squelched her lust for her young son. After all, she'd 
had quite an affair with her big-dicked black lover. That would surely keep 
her satisfied for a while. She wouldn't wait too long and she'd get it on 
with Tony or some other available man or perhaps her black lover would get 
horny and give her a call and they'd have another go 'round. Anyway, she'd 
have her fill of fuckin' one way or the other. 

She was still fairly well contented after several days of working. Maybe 
Bill had screwed her so much during their two-week orgy that she'd never 
screw again. Maybe she'd never be haunted and tormented again for lack of 
sex. Great! If she could just never have the urge again for balling again, 
she'd be perfectly happy. 

Diana had worked the day shift for Tony. She was now on her way out of the 
trailer park to the store next door. It was a small neighborhood store and 
the walk to it in the coolness of the early evening was exhilarating. Danny 
and Mike were gone somewhere on their bikes and Diana was fully enjoying her 
walk. The stars began to peep out of their velvety sky and the moon was 
arriving early on the scene. 

She came out of the tiny store and began her walk home in pure contentment. 
The air was cool and so was she. All was right with Diana. She hadn't craved 
her young son for a couple of days now. She knew her lust was in control. 
She'd screwed Bill until she didn't need any more for a while. When she did 
need a little lovin', Tony would be available. 

She cut across the parking lot toward the mobile home park and skirted the 
construction yard. She became conscious of the fact someone was following 
her a little ways back. Probably one of my neighbors. It's a good thing 
that' store's so handy to the park. Prices're too high there, but it's 
convenient. 

She strolled along quite unconcerned about anything but the beauty of the 
night. She could see the red lights flickering on top of the near-by 
mountains, warning the small planes that landed at the near-by airport. The 
stars twinkled brightly at her. The moon was full and well over the crest of 
the mountains. 

A dark figure stepped out in front of her! He had appeared to come from 
nowhere, but Diana knew he had to have come out of the construction yard. 

"Well, well, if it isn't our friendly neighborhood cocksucker!" he said in a 
cruel voice. 

Diana stopped cold! 

The footsteps that were behind her closed in! 

A hand closed roughly over her mouth and she was being dragged into die 
construction area. She dropped her bag of groceries as the two figures threw 
her to the ground behind a big truck. 

She looked up at the figures hovering over her. Fear gripped her heart! 
"Look, you guys, let me go. I don't know who you are, and I can walk out of 
here right now and no one'll get hurt, and you guys won't be in any 
trouble." She started to get up but was knocked down flat. 

"Lady, you ain't walking out of nowhere right now ... and when we get done 
with you, maybe you ain't gonna walk nowhere for a long time." This voice 
belonged to another figure that came out of the darkness. He was followed by 
a troop of other figures emerging from nowhere. 

Diana said nothing. She raised herself on her elbows and looked around to 
see if she could possibly dart off between the truck and trailer off to the 
left. She looked at the mass of figures over her. There must be a dozen of 
them. No one from the trailer park could hear me if I screamed ... and I 
don't know if my voice is with me or not. I bet I couldn't scream if I had 
to ... and I have to ... but where's my voice? It's smothered by that lump 
in my throat. If I could get to my feet and bolt, I'd have to run like hell 
to get away. These guys aren't very old and could probably outrun me any 
day. None of their voices sound familiar. Maybe they don't know the lay-out 
of this area. That'd be my only chance, to out maneuver them ... cuz I can't 
outrun them.... 

"The cocksucker's thinking of how to get away," one man said. 

"She'll never make it," said another. 

"She don't want to get away," said another. 

"She's hung up on cocks. We got a lot of peters here to be sucked. She likes 
that." 

"She likes 'um young, too, I hear." 

"She likes black ones, too." 

"Mine's young ... young enough for her. I ain't fourteen, though." 

"Hey, lady, how's a seventeen-year-old cock grab ya?" 

"Mine looks black in the dark." 

"That ought to do her." 

"We meet all the qualifications. Let's have at." 

"Right on." 

Diana could hear the unzipping of pants and see the figures bend over to 
step out of their pants. "Hey, you guys, you're all too young for this sort 
of thing. I mean, gang-banging just doesn't go. I'll have to report you all 
to the fuzz." 

"Great, lady. Then well tell the pigs that we're all underage and they get 
you and send you up the river for contaminating all us young innocent guys." 

The group roared with laughter. 

"It's not funny!" Diana screamed. 

"The lady don't think it's funny. Maybe she wants to get some serious work 
done." 

Another burst of laughter rang in her ears. "Now let's get organized. All 
those in favor of a suck off, form a line to the right. All those in favor 
of a fuck off, form a line to the left." Everybody laughed. 

"I gotta complaint." 

"What the hell's bugging ya?" 

"I don't know if I'm for a fuck or suck. She's got all her clothes on. How 
the hell'm I gonna know what I want first if I can't see her cunt?" 

"Shit, man, take a look." 

Diana felt her clothes being ripped from her quaking body. Big hands tore at 
her wildly. Hot hands pounded her down into the dirt. Heavy hands held her 
spread-eagled. 

"Shit, I still can't see what the hell she looks like in her hole." 

"Well, you dumb bastard, turn on your flashlight." 

Lights flashed on all over the place. Every guy must have had a flashlight, 
and they were all flashing their bright lights up and down her naked body. 

"Hey, craphead, flash your light in her eyes so she can't see who any of us 
are." 

One guy focused his bright light directly in Diana's eyes and the glare 
nearly blinded her. She blinked her eyes against the invading flash and 
finally closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what was going to happen 
anyway. 

"Hey, man, light up a joint." 

"Christ, you've already had enough to blow your mind." 

"Whatchu bitchin"bout? You din't buy 'um. " 

"Don't them lights look groovy on her tits and pussy? " 

"To you in your pot wasted condition, yeah." 

"Don't give me no shit, man, I seen you poppin' them pills before." 

"Shine that light up her hole, I wanna see if I ken see way up there." 

"Did you guys ever think those lights can be seen over at the trailer park?" 
Diana asked. "You guys better let me up and get your asses out of here 
before you get caught." Diana said this in her sternest voice, trying to 
scare them off. 

"They ain't nobody gonna interrupt us, lady. We ain't about to get caught. 
We got us a tarp hung on the other side of this here truck. Nobody's gonna 
see no light." 

Diana's heart fell. She wasn't going to get rescued. No one was going to 
help her. Danny and Mike were both gone. No one would miss her. 

A shitty smell filled her nose and she realized some more dope had been 
lighted. These dumb shits would get higher and higher. One of them at least 
was on something bigger and better than weed. 

"Gimmy some-a that shit, fella," said a voice. "We oughta get the dear lady 
high so she'd get turned on. " 

"Man, we don't want her far-out. We want her just the way she is, so we can 
hear her scream when we fuck the shit outa her." 

"She ain't gonna scream. I'm gonna ram my cock down her throat. She can't 
holler with a mouth full of hard dick. " 

"You ain't got a mouth full. Get your kicks outa her asshole." 

"If I wanna suck off, I'm gonna have it!" 

"Awwww, let him have his blow-job." 

"What the hell are we waiting for?" 

"What if she bites my whang?" 

"She ain't gonna bite your prick. She knows better than that, don't you, 
lady? She knows if she bites, her titties ain't gonna be the same without 
nipples, now are they?" 

Diana was in a panic! She couldn't move! That damned light was still in her 
face! She could smell the pot! She was in a hellofa mess! It's all 
beginning, she thought. She felt completely defeated. She was at the mercy 
of these young, depraved, doped-up maniacs. She thanked God for the steady 
stream of light in her eyes. She didn't want to see what was going to 
happen. She wished she could escape all the hell she was in for. If only she 
could fall into oblivion. 

Then it happened! 

The slim youth between her thighs sank his heavy shaft deep in her dry hole! 

The sudden plunge of his rampaging prick whirled her over into another 
world. All of her lust for young boy cock, all her evil desires for 
molesting innocent boys, all her wicked longings for SWEET, HARD, YOUNG, 
LOVELY, BEAUTIFUL, STIFF BOY COCKS was back. Why fight it? This young buck 
felt so damned fantastic her head swirled. This would be the most stupendous 
experience she could have! At least twelve gorgeous little boy pricks to 
satisfy her wicked, evil, depraved appetite for youth ... really far-out! 

The lad humped her wildly! 

She responded by lunging her now-slippery fuck tunnel up to him! Her strong 
vaginal muscles clamped onto his plunging rod! 

"Let her arms and legs go! This chick ain't gonna fight!" 

"Shit, no! She's really turned on! She wants it! Let's give her the time of 
her life!" 

"I get her mouth!" ... and Diana felt a thick peter rammed into her hot 
cavity. 

She sucked the throbbing peter and gently caressed his swinging balls. She 
pitched her hips up to the other boy. The light was gone from her face and 
now shone on the youth's penetrating penis. She gazed at the young hard pole 
going in and out of her sucking mouth. It was beautiful! The kid was 
uncircumcised and she tongued the loose, soft skin that encased his cockhead 
as he retracted ... ready for another lively jab. She nibbled tenderly at 
the soft wrinkled foreskin every chance she got. 

The lad humping her so furiously was about to explode! 

"I'mmmm cummmmmiiinnnngggg...." and she felt the surge of sweet, boy jism 
jet into her boiling tube. She felt his young hard prick pull out of her 
clutching tunnel with a suctioning sound. He hadn't even waited for his tool 
to go limp! Well, how could he with a waiting line? Fantastic! Now she'd get 
another hard tool rammed up her wet hole to her guts and she'd be gone into 
bliss again! 

Both her nipples were being devoured by hot little mouths. Great! One nipple 
was being pulled into a seething mouth and the other was being tongued 
rapidly! FANTASTIC! She sucked the lad's dingus in her mouth until he 
couldn't stand it and burst forth a spray of hot sweet cum that she quickly 
swallowed gulp after gulp. DELICIOUS! 

"AAAAAIIIIEeeee," he shrieked in pure ecstasy. 

Diana licked his spent penis until it was pulled away and another throbbing 
dick was shoved in. THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE GREATEST! 

"This chick's spaced on suckin' and fuckin'. Man, she don't need no grass or 
nuthin'." 

"Hey, man, bang her a little faster, huh? The rest of us guys're gonna cum 
in our hands waiting fer you to get done," one restless lad bitched. 

"I'm goin' as fast as I can," the humping boy gasped. 

"She's got two holes, ain't she? Let's give it to her in the ass at the same 
time!" 

ECSTASY! SHEER ECSTASY! thought Diana. 

Flashlights continued to glaze the fucking bodies ... the sucking bodies ... 
the tit-biting bodies. 

Diana was so happy she could explode ... and she did.... 

"I'mmmm cummmiiinnngggg," she shrieked between sucks on the young beating 
whang in her mouth. 

"This chick's right on." 

She felt her body being lifted, still full of fat prick, up onto the pelvis 
of another lad who was laying on the ground. She still had a stiff one 
jabbed in her furnace-like cunt. She felt herself being lowered onto a stiff 
stick. It was snubbed to her puckered asshole. Hands were on her shoulders, 
pushing her down ... down ... down on this new pulsating rod. The rod got 
into her asshole beyond her sphincter muscle and jabbed joyfully. 

The penis stuck in her torrid vagina was pumping away frantically. 

Her tits, jiggled frantically but her nipples were secured in two sucking 
mouths. 

It was really difficult to keep her mind on her blow-job as she was thrilled 
by all the fresh young whangs pumping and jabbing into her. This's got to be 
heaven! How could I've managed to be so lucky and fall into such a fantastic 
gang-banging as this! Really groovy! 

Her body rocked like she was caught up in one gigantic earthquake! She was 
hot! Blazes of fire shot through her body! Her head reeled! Her fingers 
clenched onto two spare cocks. She worked them wildly! She thrust her hips 
to meet the pounding her cunt was taking! Her nipples felt bulgy from the 
sucking they were receiving! Her mouth was jammed full of fat, pounding, 
young boy cock. 

She felt a spray of warmth over her hair and head. 

"What the hell?" the guy pumping her mouth shouted. 

"So I had to take a leak," said another youth at her head. 

The warm piss felt great to Diana, who was out of her head with greedy, 
greedy lust. 

The dreadful smell of burning marijuana was being blown into Diana's face. 
She inhaled it deeply between sucks of whatever cock was thrust into her 
mouth. She was on a second high and sailing on cloud nine to outer space. 
One after another pumping prick spewed its semen into one or another hole. 

Diana had one orgasm after another and was to the point of exhaustion. She 
couldn't lift her ass off whatever lad she was shagged to. She floated. She 
was in heaven. Visions of dripping cocks floated by "'her ... and she felt 
the steady humping of a cock in her asshole and flooded cunt. One spent 
prick was dragged out of her slobbering mouth and she cried out for more. 
Two thick dongs were shoved in. 

Every chance she got she screamed for more ... harder ... HARDER! Her hips 
were back to gyrating and thrusting. 

"What the hell's with her?" one guy asked as he sat exhausted and naked in 
the dirt. 

"Oh, I gave her a jolt of Spanish fly," another answered. 

"Jeeesus, you dumb shit!" 

"Well, her hips weren't moving like this before I gave it to her," he said 
defensively. 

"Great, she'll wear us to a frazzle." This guy's high was wearing off. "Shit 
on a stick, man, that was a dumb-ass thing to do. Look at her ... she's out 
of her head! The pot was enough ... now she'll never wear down ... and 
she'll never get enough." 

"So? Big deal!" 

"We didn't want to kill her, you know." 

"So who's gonna kill her? We're just gonna screw an' screw. She'll calm down 
after while." The guys were coming down off their clouds and the ones not 
banging the hell out of Diana watched her in torment. 

They had created a monster. Now what the hell were they going to do? 

Diana was oblivious to everything but the deep lust in her body. She 
screamed in torment for more and bigger cocks in her torrid hole. She sucked 
wildly! She clutched pricks in a mad frenzy. Her hips whirl pooled and 
swooped up any available whang. She clutched ravishingly. She was in agony! 
SHE HAD TO HAVE MORE ... AND BIGGER COCKS ... AND HARDER! 

Her body was possessed by the devil! Fire rampaged in her! She was burning! 
She was wild! She was insane with need! 

The boys were all quite sober now. They were astounded! They had all racked 
her for all they were worth! They were flabbergasted at what they had done 
to their friend's .mother. Now what the hell were they going to do with her? 
They couldn't leave her alone. 

"Come on, guys, we all better work up king-sized hards and wham it to her 
until she calms down." 

"I gotta get home. My old lady'll be pissed now." 

"Shit on your old lady! Get your dick up!" 

"Yeah, but, man, we ain't got nothin' big enough td satisfy her," a slim lad 
protested. 

"So we get a little high and want some cock-suckin' and fuckin'. Well, she 
got right in there and obliged. Now look at her ... we gotta help her! 
Goddamn, she's in pain!" 

Diana was crying and clawing the dirt. Her whole body wracked and thrust. 
She was ringing wet with perspiration. Her body was dirty from slithering 
around in the dirt. Her hair was matted from urine. She was covered and 
drenched with cum. Her tunnel was spasming. 

"Gimmy your flashlight. It's the biggest one here." 

"Do you think that'll do it?" 

"Hell, I don't know. I'll give it a try." The youth took the flashlight and 
snubbed the butt end to Diana's cuntal mouth. 

"OOOOHHHhhhh, shove it in! Shove it in! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME! SCREW ME! 
RAM IT IN! I GOTTA HAVE IT! MORE ... GIVE IT TO ME ... FUCK IT TO ME!" Diana 
was screaming. 

The lad gave a mighty thrust and hollered, "There's your fuck power, lady, 
have at!" 

Diana moaned and clutched with her vaginal muscles. 

"Christ, did you kill her?" 

"Naw, she's still breathing." 

The young boy rammed her hard and retracted, and rammed again. 

"How long does this stuff last? I mean how long is that Spanish fly gonna 
have her out of her gourd?" 

"I don't know. Shit, I never seen such a mess before."' 

"Hey, guy, she's bleeding outa her hole ... better take it easier on the 
punches" 

"Shit!" 

He eased up on the jabbing. 

This upset Diana. She started to sit up. 

"Hey, lay on her shoulders. Keep her flat. She'll kill herself for sure if 
she sits on this damned thing!" 

One kid sat between her thighs and patiently rammed the big flashlight home. 
His arms ached. He hoped she'd snap out of this condition pretty soon. A 
couple of guys sat on her shoulders, pressing her body into the dirt. The 
rest of the fellows sat around her and watched. 

Blood flooded out of her vagina. The kid kept pumping it to her humping, 
lunging hips. 

One kid fainted at the sight of her gushing blood. 

"S'pose, what if she should bleed to death?" 

"God, I hope not!" 

After what seemed like hours, Diana started to calm down. Gradually she 
regained her senses. She looked around her at the circle of young bodies. 
She passed out. 

The kid carefully pulled the bloody flashlight out of her reamed cunt. 

"At least she's quiet." 

"Where's her kid tonight?" 

"Home I guess." 

"She needs help. We can't leave her here alone." 

"What if she gets hot again?" 

"Somebody's got to call Danny to come and get her. " 

"How's he gonna get her home? He can't drive." 

"Well, shit, we gotta do something." 

"Christ, it'll be getting light pretty soon." 

"I'll get my car and take her home." 

"She'll have your ass." 

"You got any other suggestions?" 

"Man, I ain't gonna be around when you take her home." 

"None of you'll be around. I'll take her home and tell Danny I found her in 
this condition. He can decide what to do with his old lady." 

"God, it could be your neck!" 

"Yeah, I know it." 

"She's not bleeding so much." 

"I'm gonna get my car." The youth left. 

It took four of them to lift the unconscious woman into the back seat of the 
kid's old car. She was naked and still trickling blood. 

"Throw that blanket over her and stuff it between her legs. I don't want my 
car ruined." 

"How in the hell are you and Danny gonna get her outa the car?" 

"I don't know. I'll handle that when I come to it. You guys get your asses 
home and nobody knows nuthin'." He cranked the car out of the construction 
yard and drove to Diana's mobile home. 

The patio light was on. The kid, David, went to the door and rang the bell. 
He waited. He rang again and waited some more. 

Danny thumped down the hall. His steps could be heard outside. He opened the 
door to David. "Yeah?" 

"I got your mother in the car. She's been hurt. She's in pretty bad shape." 

Danny ran to the car and opened the door. "God!" 

"I found her along the road along the freeway. I guess she's been beat up 
pretty bad." 

"Help me get her inside, will you?" Danny asked. 

"Yeah, sure, kid." David was in high school so Danny was a kid to him. 

The two boys huffed and grunted and managed to lift Diana out of the car and 
lug her into the trailer. 

Danny and David put her on her bed. 

She groaned. 

Danny pealed the blood-soaked blanket off his mother. He stood looking at 
her blood-streaked body. Tears came to his eyes. "They did a good job on 
her, didn't they?" 

David surveyed the mess he and his buddies had created and ran to the 
bathroom and puked. His guts nearly came up with the flow and gush of vomit. 

He went back into the bedroom. "Let's get her cleaned up and then you better 
call the doctor." 

Danny ran hot bath water and filled the tub. 

David fought his gagging at the sight of this pretty woman who reeked of 
urine and cum and blood. 

The two boys carried her to the tub and set her in the hot suds. David 
watched as Danny shampooed her hair and gave her a bath. Danny was so 
gentle. The tits he had so gently touched were all black and blue. The flat 
belly he had thought so smooth and soft was severely bruised. The nest he 
had thought so alluring was matted with blood. Her face that was so pretty 
was bruised and puffed from all the cocks that had rammed her. 

After she was cleaned up, the two boys put her to bed. Danny put a Kotex 
between her legs to catch any oozing blood. He didn't dare let it touch her 
puffy, inflamed crotch. He covered her gently with a sheet. 

The boys sat on the floor beside the bed. 

After a while, Diana opened glazed eyes and tried to focus them. She looked 
around the room that was so familiar to her. She looked at Danny and tried 
to smile a weak, lip-cracking smile. 

Danny jumped to his feet and stood beside the bed. "How are you, Mom?" 

Diana wasn't really too sure. She hurt and ached in every inch of her body. 
Her crotch felt like it was on fire from the inflammation. "I'm all right, 
honey." She couldn't even lift her butt to move or turn over. God, she hurt. 

"Should I call the doctor?" Danny asked. Tears were trickling down his 
cheeks. 

"Is this a friend of yours, Danny?" Diana nodded at David. 

"Yeah, this's David Smithe. He's in high school. He said he found you along 
the highway. He brought you home." 

"Wasn't that nice of him?" Diana said flatly. Her eyes had a glassy look. 
"Danny, would you j get me something cold to drink?" 

Danny left the room and David squirmed. 

"Thank you for bringing me home, David." 

"That's all right, ma'am " David couldn't look at Diana. 

"You were one of them, weren't you?" she asked. 

"One of who?" David asked. 

"David, I saw you in the flicker of the flashlights." 

"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you. Are you going to call the pigs on 
me?" David was scared. 

Diana reached out a black and blue arm to the lad. "No, David, I'm not going 
to turn you in. You were very decent to bring me home, and I thank you for 
it ... I guess I really went out of my head, huh?" 

"Yes, ma'am, you did, but it wasn't your fault. This guy...." 

"You do not have to explain my actions. I'm sorry I acted so crazy." Diana 
was unaware of the fact she had been given Spanish fly and was certain she 
had gone ape-shit over the young boys' cocks and balls. She also didn't know 
that inhaling the pot had affected her, driving her a little off her rocker. 
The combination of Spanish fly, pot, and young boys dicks had really rocked 
her. She thought she had flipped out and didn't want to be committed and 
locked up. 

She patted David on the arm. "You're a good kid. Thanks again." 

David got up and left the bedroom. 

Danny brought his mother a cold drink but she feigned sleep. He set it down 
on her bedside table and tip-toed out of the room. 

I really flipped out tonight. I do hope David doesn't tell that I'm crazy! 
The way I hurt, those boys must've really socked it to me. What choice did 
they have? I went out of my gourd. They didn't know they were attacking a 
woman that goes ape-shit when she sees a young boy's cock. I'll bet I 
shocked the shit out of them! Poor babies. The way I feel, they tried their 
damnedest to satisfy me. Maybe this's the cure I needed, to be gang-banged 
until I can't walk by young studs. The way I feel now, I'll never ... never 
... crave a young body again! This's just what I needed. Now I have my fill 
of young boy cocks. I'm cured. I'M CURED! I'm free from all my wicked 
thoughts. It's a good thing this all happened. Now I can live a normal life 
and have normal desires. The way I feel I'll never have any feelings for 
stud service again! 

With it firmly in mind that she was cured, Diana fell into a deep sleep. 

David, with his guts churning, went back to the construction yard. Some of 
the guys were still there. He explained what happened when he took Diana 
home and that she had recognized him. He said she was not going to report 
the boys. 

"She's got to be a groovy person. Boy, she is the greatest." 

Then they all looked at Jake, who had pumped her full of Spanish fly. 
Without a word, they encircled Jake and stomped the shit out of him. 

She was a good person. She had really got it on and made it with all of them 
There was no reason to give her that stuff. She was really a good screw. She 
didn't need to be hurt like she had been. She'd have let those guys fuck her 
all night and given them one good time ... but Jake had to ruin it all by 
giving her that stuff so she had to get fucked and tom to pieces by a 
flashlight. Damned shitty mess. 

Well, Jake got his, too. He wound up in the hospital with several severe 
injuries that he had gotten falling off his ten-speed bike ... as he told 
it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Diana recuperated for several days in bed. She decided the boys were not 
going to report her as being a crazy sex maniac and she felt easier about 
the whole situation. It took several days before she could walk and several 
more before she could return to work. She did not go to the doctor as She 
couldn't tell him what had happened. How would she explain her weird desires 
to screw young boys? How could she report such a lovely group of boys? How 
could she tell her doctor that she had been gang-banged and had loved it so 
much she went out of her head with lust? After all, the boys had given her 
one fine fucking. It was she who had spaced out and gone bananas. David had 
been so sweet to bring her home. He and Danny had been gems to take care of 
her. No, she couldn't go to the doctor with such a stupid story. He'd 
probably have her committed as a looney if she did. She just hoped she 
healed all right. 

She had learned her lesson well. She would never get involved with young 
boys again! She sure didn't want to go so far-out as she had that night. 
Besides, apparently all boys weren't built like boys ... or men either for 
that matter. 

She came home from her job completely pooped. It had been a difficult day at 
Tony's. 

She had worked her ass off. She fell on the couch exhausted. 

Danny and Mike were folding papers for their routes on the patio. 

Diana didn't even keep them company. She could have cared less if their 
peters bulged holes clear through their pants. She was cured of her lust for 
child pricks. She sat there content to know she was cured of her evil lust. 
Of course she was tired, too. 

She dozed for a short time. When she awoke, the boys were gone on their 
routes. Diana decided to put a meatloaf in the oven along with potatoes. The 
mobile home would smell good and the food would be delicious when Danny 
returned. She busied herself with her duties and was soon finished. She 
still had gobs of time before Danny would be home. 

It's warm outside this evening. I guess I'll take a dip in the pool. I 
haven't done that in ages. It'll relax me, too. Boy, after that day at work, 
I need some relaxation. Maybe somebody'll be at the pool to talk to. 

Diana walked to her bedroom and rummaged through her drawer and pulled out 
her red bikini. She stripped off her work uniform and poked her full breasts 
into the small tight top. Her slightly too-full flanks were stuffed into the 
tiny red bottom. She surveyed her body in the mirror. 

She picked up her beach robe, slipped on her thongs and headed out the door. 
The evening was warm. It would be perfect for a delightful swim. 

Several people were lounging around the pool idly chatting. No one she knew 
was there. These people must be from the other side of the park. 

Shit, I don't know a soul. Oh, well, I came to swim anyway. 

Diana was a good swimmer. In her younger days she had taught swimming to 
children. She loved the water and the feel of its smoothness caressing her 
body. Of course, if she had her druthers, she'd skinny-dip, but that was a 
no-no in a public pool. 

She went to the shallow end of the pool and gracefully stepped into the cool 
water. She splashed the clear blue water on her arms and on the back of her 
neck. Suitably accustomed to the water's temperatures, she did a few laps of 
the Australian crawl. 

After resting a moment she did laps of various strokes, the breast stroke, 
the back crawl, the side stroke. When she swam she barely made a ripple in 
the water. The underwater lights were on. She did a couple of very sexy 
surface dives, exposing her firm round ass before it submerged under the 
water to be followed by tanned, well-shaped legs. She swam underwater to the 
side and touched the gutter. She shook her sopping hair out of her eyes and 
realized she was face to face with an extremely handsome man. 

He was prone on the deck and smiling at her with a very provocative mouth. 
He had black curling hair touched with gray. His eyes were a devilish blue 
and one of those sexy eyes winked at her. 

"Damned good swimming," he said in a low voice that made Diana nearly swoon 
right there. 

"Thank you, sir," she said and smiled. 

God, he's magnificent! He's really sharp! Hmmmmm, and Diana's heart damned 
near flipped out of her red bikini. Jeeesus, I didn't know we had neighbors 
like this guy! 

"Mind if I join you for a couple of laps?" he asked, and flipped his big 
body around and into I the pool with ease. 

Diana shook her head. Hell, with this guy, I she'd swim to Japan. He could 
join her any time. I Her heart pounded. 

He took off and glided through the water so smoothly and rapidly he must 
have lived half his I life in the water. 

He stopped and looked at Diana, still hanging I onto the gutter wall. "Come 
on, you gonna I swim with me or not?" He grinned that devilish I grin and 
laughed. 

Diana swam to meet him and they both swam I together for several laps. Diana 
was a good I swimmer but Jim made her look like she was an I amateur. His 
dark arms came out of the beautiful blue water and went under again. His 
every stroke was a thing of beauty. His muscular shoulders slid smoothly 
just under the water. 

This fellow was just what Diana needed. Her must have been in his forties. 
He was good looking. He wasn't one of those young boys. She wouldn't have to 
be leery of this guy anyway. He was a really bitchin' hunk of flesh. This 
guy would like it if she went out of her head on a sex-binge. He'd be 
pleased as hell about it and would definitely be able to take care of their 
situation judging by the bulge in his swim trunks. Yes, he was just what she 
needed. She hadn't had sex since those dear boys had gang-banged her and 
hadn't felt she needed it ... maybe because she was afraid she'd go ape 
again ... and also she hadn't had much of an opportunity ... she had to heal 
up from the fantastic screwin' those sweet little lads had given her. She 
had worried a lot about what those nice young innocent boys would do about 
her crazy lust, too. She sure didn't want those boys telling anyone about 
the dip-shit old woman that was nuts on sex with young boys. She knew young 
boys talked a lot and she was afraid it might get back to some irate parent 
that would slam her into confinement of some sort. That would never do. 

Diana had to forsake any and all youngsters as there were too many of them 
running around the neighborhood that knew her terrible secret. She needed a 
real man to get her over all this foolishness and stupid craving for young 
cocks. She had lived alone far too long and her judgment on sex matters was 
slightly warped, to put it mildly. She really wasn't a sex maniac and a 
child molester. That was not true. Sure she'd had a few evil thoughts about 
her son, it was true. She had mainly fought off these wanton desires. She 
had admired Mike's bulging pants but had done nothing to him. Aside from the 
gang-banging episode, she'd had quite normal sex. She hadn't initiated the 
gang-banging so she couldn't really be held responsible for it anyway ... 
except she had reacted entirely wrong to the whole situation. 

Analyzing herself, she knew what she really wanted ... and it wasn't young 
boys. She wanted a genuine man. She wanted someone to love and cherish. She 
wanted someone to help her with all the everyday responsibilities of life. 
She wanted security ... financial and emotional. She wanted someone with a 
big hard cock to crawl into bed with every night. She wanted a husband. She 
was sick and tired of living alone. She didn't like the idea of having to 
look for a guy every time she wanted to screw. She wanted a steady lover. 

This Jim guy would fill the bill perfectly. He was great. He would be 
terrific in bed, she knew. He would be someone she could be proud of. He was 
built fantastically. He had far-out looks. He must have a good job. At this 
point a man with any kind of a job would help. He was definitely an ideal 
specimen of manhood. Diana thrilled at the possibility of having a 
meaningful relationship with a guy like Jim ... or possibly Jim himself. 

Jim liked what he saw stuffed into the red bikini, too. This gal had bulges 
and curves in all. the right places. Her boobs were full and round. The tiny 
red top barely covered her nipples and he imagined how great those buds 
would taste. Her hips invited sex. Yes, she would be a great one to get it 
on with. 

Jim reached out and patted her well-rounded rump as she swam past him. He 
was pleased at the solidness of what he felt. 

Diana felt a twitch of pleasure at his touch. She sprinted to the deep end 
of the pool. Jim followed at a fast pace. The two of them were like playful 
puppies. They were both happy and jolly and fun loving. They romped and 
splashed and bobbed and had a great time together. Neither of them touched 
each other, other than the playful pat Jim had given Diana. It was as though 
they were saving each other for later, like a child saves his cake for the 
best times. 

Diana was resting at the deep end of the pool. She hung onto the gutter. Jim 
swam to her and put a hand on the gutter on either side of her. She was 
encircled by his massive arms, yet he never touched her. She was aware of 
the fact that inches from her crotch, his cock hung massive and hard. His 
dong was pushing anxiously against his trunks. His bone was clearly outlined 
stiff by the underwater lights. He was so close to her, yet never touching 
her. The thought of his body so close made Diana breathe a little faster. 
His chest, all burly and curly with black ringlets, was so close to her 
breasts, yet never touching her. His big muscular arms were so close to 
caressing her and clutching her to him, yet they didn't. His eyes were 
devilishly devouring her body. He had that sexy, devil-may-care grin. His 
black hair sparkled with water drops. It was as though he had stars entwined 
in his full head of curly hair. He might as well have had stars, because 
Diana was sure he was heaven-sent. Her heart pounded. Her crotch tingled. 
For some strange reason, she felt embarrassed. That was stupid, she knew. 
She'd had many men in her time. For some reason she felt like a school girl 
with her first crush. She tingled. She couldn't think of a thing to say. She 
was completely tongue-tied. 

If he'd only kiss me ... or something. This's hell ... being so close to him 
and him not touching me ... or anything. This is embarrassing. If he'd do 
something to break this tenseness, I'd feel better. Maybe I ought to kiss 
him. No, that'd be too forward. There are people around the pool he might 
know. Maybe he's married. He isn't wearing a ring. HE'S GOT TO BE SINGLE! 

Jim needed this woman. His dong was heavy even in the water. It had been a 
hellova while since he'd had a good fuck. He didn't dare have it too much, 
or be too obvious about it. He didn't get it at home, that was for sure. His 
wife was turned off by sex. He'd been married twenty-five years to the 
bitch, and it had been sheer hell. He and Carol had children and 
grandchildren together, but that was about it. She had been told ever since 
she was born that sex was dirty and she would have to put up with it to keep 
a man ... it was a duty. Well, she had been shirking her duty lately. As a 
matter-of-fact, she hadn't participated in sex very regularly for the past 
twenty years. During those twenty years Jim had stepped out with women from 
here to New York. He was a normal man with normal needs. She was unaware ... 
or pretended to be ... of his basic urges. He wasn't about to get a divorce 
from her and lose all he had worked for so many years. He was a long-haul 
truck driver. He didn't have to break up his home or lose the respect of his 
children and grandchildren. When he needed sex he could get it along the 
road somewhere. Trucking had been slow lately. His company hadn't had as 
many long runs as before. He'd made several short hauls and hadn't been on 
the road as much. He'd been home with Carol more lately. He'd been getting 
more horny and less release of late. 

This chick was ready and ripe. She was also close to home. She was more 
curvy than Carol. 

His children were grown and gone, so he and Carol lived in the adult section 
of the park. They were far enough apart so as not to cause any difficulties, 
yet close enough he could dump his load when he got horny. This would be an 
ideal set-up for him ... if he could swing it. He knew women well enough to 
know they got serious about things when they weren't supposed to. He had 
been in hot water several times because some dumb broad had become emotional 
about him. 

God, I gotta get this chick in bed. Her lips are so close I'd like to kiss 
them ... but, I don't dare. Somebody might see me and tell Carol. So far, 
nothing's happened. She and I've been swimming together and that's all. I 
gotta get her out of this pool and into bed. 

"Hey, honey, you're panting," he remarked jokingly. 

Diana flushed in the dim light. She wasn't aware that she was being so 
obvious about her feelings. She squirmed. 

"You're probably tired from so much swimming," he said, winking at her. 

Diana nodded. He knows better than that. He's just being kind to me. He 
doesn't want me to be upset. He knows I'm not that tired from swimming. He's 
a good-lookin' guy. He's probably had lots of women hot to trot with him. He 
knows what he's doing and he plays it cool. He gets me all stirred up by 
being so close and not touching me. He's the kind of guy that makes a gal 
beg for his cock. He's a big tease. 

"Had enough of the puddle for tonight?" he asked. 

"I guess so." 

"Would you like to have a drink?" he asked, moving close to whisper in her 
ear hotly. 

"That'd be good," Diana said. Anything would be good with you, fella. 

"My place or yours?" Jim asked. Carol was baby-sitting at his daughter's 
with the grand kids and wouldn't be home early, so he was safe in taking 
Diana to his place if she insisted on it ... which he hoped she wouldn't. 

"Whatever?" Diana said agreeably. 

"Tell you what, you go home and change and I'll pick you up and we'll go 
some place for a drink." He gave her a pat on the hip under the water and a 
wink. "We'll find something interesting to do and somewhere interesting to 
do it." 

Oooohhh, his hand felt so good. I'm already thinking of the something 
interesting to do. You, dear man, can figure out where to do it. Diana told 
him her space number so he could pick her up. 

"Hurry, chick, and get ready. I have a feeling you and I can make beautiful 
music ... or something ... together. I'll be over in a few minutes." He 
grinned knowingly at her and his gaze fell to her bulging boobs. 

Diana hopped out of the pool and Jim followed her gingerly. He took in the 
sway of her hips as she walked over to the lounge chair to pick up her robe. 

This chick has great possibilities. If she hasn't got somebody on the 
string, I just might have myself a land of paradise right here. She likes 
me. If she'll just play it cool, I might have a great thing going. That 
round ass of hers begging for my prick ... it was in the pool. I'll give it 
to her all right. She isn't a bad-looking broad. I'll have to take her out 
somewhere at first. Then if the relationship goes as I plan, I'll get it 
worked around to where I don't have to bother with all the preliminaries ... 
just call her for a screw. It all depends on how hard up she is and how much 
she'll go along with if I give her the kind of lovin' she wants and needs. 
Oh, I'm a cad! Yep, I always have been. This's just the kind of thing I 
thrive on. She's dangerous, living so close to home. She's daring ... 
there's always the chance I might get caught. She's delicious ... those tits 
are far-out and her hot little twat needs a licking or a poking. I've always 
liked a bit of a challenge. Even if I get in her britches easily, the test 
comes in how long I can keep this deal going and how soon I'll get caught or 
how mad Carol'll get. If the relationship goes on and on, then I've really 
got it made ... if she's any good in bed. This's really going to be an 
exciting deal. I should've been a dare-devil with the circus of something. I 
need excitement running in my blood. This'll do for now. I also need a good 
fuck right now. 

"Hey, Diana, how do you want to fly? I gotta flashy yellow car and I gotta 
cycle," Jim said vigorously, toweling himself dry. 

"The bike sounds good," Diana said and smiled at the handsome stud. 

"Great! You're my kind of girl. You got a little deviltry in you, too. We're 
gonna make it, you and me. Pick you up in a minute." He turned and trotted 
off briskly into the night. 

Back in the trailer, Diana pondered Jim. He's just the type to have a 
motorcycle. He's the type to have a hell of a lot of fun with. I may have to 
tame him a bit to get him to settle down. I'll go along with him for a 
while. When he gets to the point he can't get along without me....Shit, I'm 
hallucinating ... anyway, hopefully he'll get to that point, and that's when 
I'll tame him. He said he and I'd make it. I hope he means for a long-time 
deal. 

Diana quickly changed into Levi's and a shirt-type blouse. She put on her 
boots and tied a scarf around her nearly dried shag. 

Danny came home just as she was taking the meatloaf out of the oven. 

"Sweety, I have a date tonight. I fixed a meatloaf and some baked potatoes. 
I won't have time to eat. Why don't you get Mike to come over and eat with 
you and spend the evening?" Diana was bustling around, setting the table for 
the two boys. She set the steaming dinner on the table just as she heard a 
motorcycle roar to a stop in front of her mobile home. 

That dumb shit! He knows the rules of the park. He's supposed to push that 
bike out of here. There's no riding of motorcycles in the park. He doesn't 
follow rules very well. Diana glazed Danny's cheek with a kiss and said, 
"Everything's ready for you and Mike. I gotta go before we catch hell from 
the management about that stupid bike out there." She grabbed a blue velvet 
jacket and headed for the door. 

In out and out defiance of the park laws, Jim revved up the cycle and 
backfired it loudly. 

Diana rushed out of the door with a frown on her pretty face. 

There he sat, all grinning, roaring his damned cycle. 

"Don't you know the rules of the park?" Diana said crossly while climbing on 
behind him. 

"What? I can't hear you with all this noise," he said and chuckled. 

Diana gave up. He'd never hear her if she screamed her lungs out. 

"Hang on, Diana. We are taking off." 

He wasn't kidding. He revved up the cycle, popped it a couple of times, and 
spun out! 

Jesus, if I don't get evicted, he sure as hell will. He must really like to 
play his fun and games. No wonder he smiles like a devil, he's so full of 
devilishness it just pops out all over. Diana grabbed him around the waist 
and hung on. She was not an experienced rider. It was plain to her he didn't 
follow the speed limit either. 

They roared out of the park and onto the main street. The wind brought tears 
to Diana's eyes so she buried her head behind his back. 

I hope he doesn't dump this thing. This ride's really a thrill and a half! I 
can't open my eyes long enough to see where we're going. I know we're gonna 
wind up in a ditch somewhere! The hospital'll notify Danny that his wild 
mother crashed with some dude she doesn't even know.... 

Jim felt Diana loosen her hold on his belly. He grinned to himself and 
shifted again, the third time, and started the motorcycle swerving down the 
road. He was absolutely delighted when he heard her shriek in fear and 
protest. 

"Would you please slow down?" Diana shouted above the roar of the cycle. She 
clutched her own wrists around Jim's guts. Her legs tightened up. Her belly 
flipped. 

"I'm only in third gear. We've got three more to go." He turned his head 
slightly to call at her. 

Sonofabitch! I'm gonna get killed on this damned thing! Her tight-muscled 
legs hugged hotly to his thighs. 

"Hang on, Diana, and lean with me! We're going to turn!" Jim was chuckling 
to himself and he leaned into the curve. He gunned the cycle and popped a 
wheelie rounding the comer. 

Goddamn, we skidded! He's crazier than hell on this damned thing! He's got 
to stop up ahead. When he does, I'm getting OFF! Diana was shaking with 
anticipation of falling off that dumb cycle. She lifted her head long enough 
to see he wasn't going to stop at the light after all! It was yellow before 
they reached the intersection. He stomped the bike and they roared on 
through the busy corner. 

Diana mentally checked herself and made sure she hadn't gotten hit. Yep, she 
was still alive. She hung onto Jim for dear life and put her head down 
against his massive shoulder. She had prayed when she was younger. She 
prayed now that this maniac would stop this dumb bike and she'd be alive and 
in one piece when he did. 

What seemed like hours of terror on the bike was in reality only a few mad 
moments. Jim slowed the cycle and barely crawled into a gravel parking lot. 
He stopped and Diana jumped off, trembling. He turned to look at her pale 
face and, of all things, he was laughing! 

Diana stood in front of him with hands on hips and glared at him. 
"Honestly!" was all she could muster. 

"You're not very good as a rider," he said, sneering at her. 

"What the hell do you expect, you dumb shit? You're not very good as a 
driver, either!" She was slowing down on her shaking problem. 

"Like hell I'm not! You damned near made me drop the bike back there on that 
comer." 

"Well, you shouldn't have gone skidding around the corner!" 

"We didn't skid. We popped a wheelie. You have to learn to lean with me if 
you're gonna ride worth a damn." Those beautiful white teeth of his showed 
against his deep tan. Did he always grin? 

"If I'd've leaned with you, we'd've both hit the ground. I was only trying 
to keep us from going over." Diana's chest was heaving. 

"Look, snooks, I've ridden this thing a hellova lot longer than I care to 
admit. I know how far to lean. All you gotta do is lean with me." Then a 
twinkle came to his blue eyes, "if you want to buck me, I'll give you all 
the chance you want ... but not on the bike." He reached for her and gave 
her a playful swat on the rump. 

Diana was about to give him static and was interrupted by him putting his 
arm around her slender waist and saying, "Come on, baby, let's have that 
drink." He led her to the door of a bar called The Place and pushed the 
heavy wooden door open for her. He gave her another pat on the butt as she 
went inside. 

It was a western type bar and men with cowboy clothes and western hats lined 
the bar. The music blared from the juke box. It sounded to Diana as if some 
poor cowhand was in deep misery. 

Jim ushered her to the bar. She crawled up on the tall stool. Jim hung his 
leather jacket on a hook and joined her. He was wearing a western shirt and 
Levi's. He had heavy boots on. He ordered beer for himself and asked her 
what she wanted. 

"Beer, I guess," she said. Diana didn't like beer. It hit her too hard and 
too fast. She wanted to enjoy this night. She didn't want to be in a drunken 
daze early in the evening. This guy she was with could hold his beer, she 
knew. He could do most anything he set his head to doing ... and he'd damned 
sure have a good time doing whatever he set his sights on. No wonder he had 
laugh lines around his sparkling eyes ... he laughed a lot! 

There was a pool table in the bar and that seemed to hold Jim's attention. 

"Do you play pool?" he asked. 

"I've played some, but I'm no good at it," she confessed. 

"All you gotta do is hit the balls. You're no good at playing with balls?" 
He winked at her and patted her thigh. 

"Depends on what kind of balls you're talking about," Diana shot back at 
him. 

"Right on, baby," he said and laughed. 

They drank their beer and Jim ordered more. "Come on, I'll show you how it's 
done," he said, pulling her to the now-vacant pool table. 

"You'll be sorry," Diana said. 

"Honey, I'm never sorry," he said. He put his big arm around her again and 
let her to the pool cues. He seemed to know what weight he wanted, but Diana 
knew very little about cues. He watched her select one and said nothing. 

He racked the balls and told her to break them. 

"No, you do it. I'm no good at that," she said. 

"No good at what?" he said jokingly. He bent over the table and slugged the 
cue ball into the balls and sent them scattering. 

The game was no contest. It was slaughter. Jim apparently played a lot of 
pool in his life, too. 

Jim kept ordering beer and Diana was beginning to feel a little tipsy. 

Wonder how I'll hang on to this giant of a man on that dumb cycle? He's 
absolutely the most fantastic man I've ever met. He's so damned good 
looking! One hellofa guy! Diana leaned on her elbow on the bar and watched 
Jim chug-a-lug his beer. How could I've been so lucky as to find a guy like 
this right under my nose at the trailer park? He makes all other men look 
like nothing ... ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! 

Diana was really hung up on Jim. If there was such a thing as love at first 
sight, she was a witness to it. If Jesus was trodding the face of the earth 
today, Jim'd pass as him! This man's as near perfect as the Savior himself! 
Of course, I don't think Jesus had such a streak of deviltry as Jim does, 
but aside from that ... WOW! 

Jim was observing Diana's condition carefully. He didn't want her so drunk 
she'd fall off the bike. He wanted her just right for fuckin'. He wanted her 
relaxed enough she'd really let herself go with him. He was sick and tired 
of being told by Carol what he could do and what he couldn't do. Carol was a 
prude as far as he was concerned. Now, with Diana, he wanted to do 
everything in the book and then some. She turned him on sexually. 

Diana enjoyed the little love pats Jim gave her. She enjoyed his attention. 
She enjoyed being seen with him. When he leaned over and breathed into her 
ear, "That's it for you tonight, lover," the hotness of him seared right 
through her. She tingled. She was behaving like a young girl with her first 
crush. 

They walked out to the bike and Jim secured his helmet on. 

Diana watched his every move with delight. He's so sure of himself, so 
confident. He's happy all the time. If only he'd fall in love with me. If I 
could spend eternity with him, I'd never have another worry. I'd have his 
strong arms to lean on. He'd be all I'd ever need. I'd love him to pieces. 

While Diana was thinking all her lovely thoughts about marriage and 
togetherness and forever-ness, Jim had other thoughts rattling around his 
magnificent head ... like where to take her to screw the shit out of her and 
if she found out he was married would there be another time? One thing at a 
time, he told himself. 

Jim climbed on the bike and Diana crawled on behind him. She snuggled her 
hot little pussy right up to his firm butt. Her arms went eagerly around his 
middle and held her breasts tight to his big body. Her legs pushed up tight 
to his thighs and she laid her head on his back ... not in fear this time 
... but because she wanted to. She was in a dreamy, sexy mood. 

Jim took off slowly. He rode carefully out to the countryside and the golf 
course. The moon was glowing especially for Jim and her, Diana thought. It 
was a beautiful night. Jim was beautiful. Everything was just right in her 
little world. 

At the course, he led her to the first hole. They sat on the velvet-like 
grass and gazed at the moon. His brawny arm went around her and pulled her 
back on the grass. He hovered over her and then bent to kiss her warmly and 
wetly. He met no resistance. 

Diana was ready. She had wanted this man ever since she saw him in the pool. 
Her pussy slit was wet and itching in anticipation. She threw her arms 
around his neck in wild abandon and held him to her. 

Jim was ready, too. He kissed her open mouth and plunged his tongue into her 
moist cavity. His big hand quickly stripped off her velvet jacket and 
blouse. He didn't have any talent for unsnapping bras. He rolled her over 
and worked at her bra for several minutes. His blundering took something 
away from the whole deal. 

Well, I guess they can't all be Don Juans. Christ, the little boys are more 
handy than this guy. I guess the young ones are more used to undressing 
women. For this guy, women probably strip themselves. She felt her bra give 
way and release her round, full breasts. She rolled over on her back to 
receive the kisses and fondling her jutting tits wanted so badly. 

Jim had other plans. He immediately pulled her Levi's off along with her 
boots. He wasted no time in getting her completely naked. 

Each guy has his own tactics. I should know that by now. Jim's going to go 
to work on me now that I'm naked. Of course, he wants no interruptions like 
clothes to stand in his way. Diana felt chilly, all spread out on the 
dew-damp grass. Her nipples cried out for attention. Before Diana had a 
chance to reach for Jim or hug him or make any attempt to love him he had 
stripped out of his clothes. 

With all the class of a bungling idiot, he jumped between her thighs and 
stuck it to her. His mouth came down hard on hers and he rammed his tongue 
into her mouth. He didn't wait for any response from her. He humped her 
wildly and dug his fingers into her flanks. 

God, he must be hard up! He's wild! I think after he has his first cum, 
he'll settle down to pleasing me a little. Shit, I should hope so! This is 
more of an endurance contest than making love. I won't judge him on his 
first efforts. That's unfair to him. He apparently hasn't had any pussy for 
so long he's too fast on the trigger! So Diana endured his stupid screwing. 
She didn't respond to him at all ... she couldn't! He didn't need any 
response or want it either! He was completely oblivious to her except that 
she had an available hole and he socked his dick to her. 

He made no noise. His breathing was labored, but that was all. 

Suddenly, he stopped! 

He crawled off her, dragging his limp dong out of her cummy cunt. 

Shit, when he's done, HE'S DONE! No waiting for his whang to go down, no 
exhaustion, no nuthin'. Just pull it out ... WHAM! Diana felt nothing but 
complete surprise at the whole balling. What a let down! 

"God, that was good," Jim muttered. 

Diana lay there with his jism trickling out of her hole. She was motionless. 
She hadn't even gotten stirred up. Shit! 

"Did you cum?" he finally got around to asking. 

Diana shook her head. 

For all the attention he paid her, he didn't even look at her to see whether 
she nodded or shook her head. He took her quietness to mean contentment. He 
lay on the grass looking up at the sky. He didn't touch her and he didn't 
talk. 

Diana was shocked at the whole episode! She laid there thinking. That was 
sure fast. He ought to slow up the next time. Why the hell did he make such 
an effort to undo my bra? He never even touched my breasts. I didn't even 
have time to get excited. God, he must be hard up. Surely a man his age must 
know what pleases a woman. He didn't waste any time with the preliminaries. 
I thought he'd be really far-out. So far, he's nothing! Diana was engrossed 
with her thinking. She was thoroughly disappointed. She lay there lamenting 
her situation and WHAM! HE CRAWLED ON HER AGAIN! 

This time he didn't even kiss her ... just banged the shit out of her with a 
couple of thuds and crawled off. 

He jumped up and put his clothes on. "You sure're a great little piece, 
Diana," he said, buckling his belt. "Come on, let's get home." He glanced at 
his watch. Carol might be home by now. He had to get his butt in gear and 
get home before she got suspicious. 

Diana was dressing slowly. 

"We'll have to do this again. I really dig on you," Jim was really in great 
shape now. 

Not if I have anything to say about it, we won't. That was as near to 
nothing as I've ever experienced. He must have a hellofa little whang. I 
wouldn't have even known it was in except for the fact he was there between 
my legs and humping like hell. He didn't make a sound! I didn't even know 
when he came. He didn't grown or moan or clutch at me or anything ... really 
weird! He didn't feel me up. He didn't kiss my breasts. He didn't give me a 
blow-job. He didn't do anything! He must be relying on his good looks to get 
women, 'cuz it sure ain't his love making that's so great. He's just a WHAM, 
BAM, THANK YOU, MA 'AM jerk! He's got all the class of a clod! What a 
hellova let down! I thought he'd be so damned great. He's just interested in 
dropping his load and to hell with the woman involved with him. He's a 
conceited sonofabitch. If he thinks I'd waste my time on him again, he's 
crazy. I wondered why a good-looking guy like him was on the loose ... now I 
know! He's a dumb turd when it comes to screwin'. A child could do a better 
job of balling than he does. Why, my own son'd make a better bed partner 
than this guy ... at least I hope he would. I'd hate to think any son of 
mine would leave a woman so unsatisfied. I hope my son learns the proper 
procedure for making love. A guy like Jim's a real dud. 

Diana was unaware of the fact her thoughts were back on young boys. She was 
merely stating the truth. Those dear boys that had gang-banged her had given 
her more pleasure than Jim had. When she had given her son Danny a blow-job, 
she had been more thrilled than she had been with Jim. It was a fact, YOUNG 
BOYS ARE BETTER than what she'd had tonight! 

On the ride back to the trailer court Jim was his jolly old devilish self 
again. He rode his cycle like a maniac, all the while patting Diana's leg. 

This dumb shit's more romantic on a bike than making love. At least on the 
cycle I get patted. Maybe that's the secret ... we should screw on his 
motorcycle! Diana had to laugh at the thought of screwin' Jim on his bike. 
Well, it could be done! If she sat facing him riding his dong while he sped 
down some lonesome highway. Why bother? She could hardly wait to get home! 

Diana and Jim roared up to Diana's coach. 

WHEEEEEE, THERE STOOD JIM'S WIFE CAROL! 

Diana was innocent of the fact he was married, so she merely wondered who 
was waiting for her and why this woman hadn't gone inside. Danny was home. 
He would have invited her inside to wait for Diana ... or told this woman 
Diana was out for the evening. 

"Hi, Carol baby," Jim said and grinned at his wife. 

The motorcycle was idling. 

"You little slut!" Carol attacked Diana verbally. 

Diana climbed off the bike and looked at the woman. 

"You cheap little bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing with my 
husband?" Carol screamed at Diana. 

Jim just sat there enjoying the cat-calling of his wife. He thought Diana 
would fight back and he'd be KING STUD of the trailer park ... or at least 
he'd have two of the women in the court fighting over him. He hadn't planned 
on Diana's finding out about him in this particular way, but what the hell? 

"You two-bit whore! You divorcees are all alike! You're always after 
somebody else's man 'cuz you're not woman enough to keep your own! You 
whore! You slut! Pig! Bitch!" Carol was screaming. 

Diana said nothing but wondered what her neighbors were thinking of all the 
noise. Carol was screaming. The motorcycle was adding to the commotion. Good 
heavens! 

"THIS IS MY HUSBAND! " Carol shouted. 

"LADY, YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHY!" Diana said, and walked into her mobile home. 

Jim's ego was damaged by Diana's statement. He would recuperate and be off 
on some adventure again soon. 

The noise subsided as the cycle roared off and Carol shuffled home. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Diana sat in her lavender nightie sipping coffee. She didn't have to go to 
work today. She had the whole day to lounge around and putter in her little 
yellow kitchen. She could do as she pleased with this day. To start the day 
she'd have to clean up the mess Danny had left from last night. She noted 
the two plates, two glasses, two everything. Mike must have come over and 
eaten with Danny like she had suggested. The remnants of the meatloaf were 
on the table and there was one cold left-over baked potato. 

Shit, I should've stayed home last night instead of traipsing off with that 
awkward stupid ass. I'd've enjoyed a piece of this meat more than I enjoyed 
the piece of meat I had last night. God, I feel sorry for his wife! Imagine 
being stuck with a bed partner like him for a lifetime! Terrible! 
Disgusting! If she was any kind of a woman at all, she'd've trained the 
bastard as to her likes and dislikes. After all, either of them are 
juveniles. That's what lack of communication in the bedroom'll do for 
people. You'd think he would've learned something over the years about 
making love. 

Danny came stumbling down the hall, wiping sleep from his eyes. "What was 
all the noise around here last night, Mom?" he asked, falling into a kitchen 
chair. 

"Did it wake you up, dear?" she asked. 

"Barely. I just heard a mess of noise and then I must've fallen asleep 
again." The dear child yawned. 

"I had a date with this boob last night and the idiot didn't tell me he was 
married. His dearly-beloved wife was waiting for us when we got home. She 
made quite a scene. You'd've thought I bodily carried him away and raped him 
the way she carried on. He wasn't worth the effort. A real shit-head!" 

Danny munched a piece of toast. 

"I do hope, dear, that when you start going out with girls that you're a 
better specimen of manhood than Jim was last night." 

"Really rotten, huh?" Danny asked. 

"Terrible!" Diana continued to sip her coffee. 

"Mom?" 

"Yes, darling," Diana answered. She never could get over the fact that this 
beautiful child was growing up. She had given birth to a lovely baby, now he 
was a man. He was a terrific-looking lad. When he filled out, he would be 
one hellova lookin' guy. Her motherly pride nearly burst her chest wide 
open. 

"Mom, what if some girl thinks I'm a rotten lover like you think this guy 
is?" Danny was dimly concerned about his blooming sex-life. 

"Dear, no one'll think that of you ... ever!" Diana said emphatically. 

"How do I know that? You didn't tell that Jim guy what you thought of him." 
Danny took a slurp of milk. 

"I know you'll be a great lover. You'll always make your partner feel happy 
and contented. You're my son. You'll be perfect!" 

"I don't know...." he said hesitantly. 

"Well, I do! You're a sweetheart of a boy, and when the time comes you'll 
know exactly what to do." Diana set her cup down with a thud. She was 
uncomfortable talking to her darling son about how great he'd be as a lover. 
Her crotch was wet and itching. Her rigid nipples were pushing against the 
lavender film of her nightie. Her hand trembled as she lit a cigarette. Her 
eyes noted Danny's bulging pajamas. With much more of an erection, his 
beautiful cockhead would come out of his fly-front. His pajamas had only one 
snap on the fly and then the string waistband held them up. She could see a 
small thatch of darkness where his fly was not tightly closed. He's getting 
more hair all the time. He's growing up. Oh, if his prick pokes out the top 
part of his fly, I'll croak! 

"Mom you remember when you relieved ... my ... ah ... pain?" He asked 
jerkily. 

Diana nodded. She remembered. Oh, how she remembered! She had held her son's 
fantastic penis in her hand. She had given him a bitchin' blow-job. She had 
thrilled at being able to touch it. She remembered his soft skin over his 
rigid muscle. She remembered all too well. Now she squirmed. She got up from 
the table and made an effort to be busy at the sink. She would not become 
involved with her dear son ever again! 

Diana could feel that her pussy was wet and hot! That painful, evil lust 
began as a small ache and blasted forth throughout her body as an all 
absorbing, aching, throbbing pain! Her body war seething with lust! Her 
mouth watered with desire. She licked her full lips with her hungry tongue. 
Her cunt was boiling! She was possessed by the devil, she knew. She turned 
from the sink and leaned back on the counter. Her eyes devoured her son. She 
feasted her vision on his fly. His nice young prickhead was peeking out at 
her. 

She felt weak. She was helpless. She couldn't help what she was about to do. 
She had fought her nasty desires as long as she could. She needed to have 
her son's cock in her torrid vagina. 

She held out her hand to her son. 

He stood up and went to her. He took her hand and was led down the hall to 
his mother's bedroom. 

God, forgive me for what I'm about to do. I can't help myself! Please give 
me the strength to send this innocent child away right now ... before it's 
too late! All the while she was pleading for help, her hands were shaking 
and untying her son's pajamas. She let them fall to the floor. 

She was instantly down on the floor before her half-naked son. It was as if 
she was worshiping his grand and beautiful organ. She knelt before her son 
and put her hands gently to his firm balls. 

"Gorgeous! Sooo beautiful! Ohhh, honey...." she moaned. 

She gently massaged her son's far-out balls. His skin was like hot velvet. 
"Soooo soft ... so fantastic," she cooed. 

"Oh, Mother, that feels so goooood," Danny groaned. 

His knees were shaking. He tried to stand there but he knew he would soon 
collapse from sheer delight. He sat down on the edge of his mother's bed. 

She was right after him. She spread his slender thighs to expose his 
sparsely haired pelvis and his heavy, sensuous little boy penis. She sat on 
the floor in front of him. Her hands caressed his balls and moved up to 
stroke the length pf his throbbing prick. 

"Great! Absolutely the most fantastically beautiful organ," she said, 
breathing heavily. 

Her fingers flicked his cockhead. She pulled the soft foreskin back. The 
full, GLOWING, AND GLORIOUS PRICKHEAD OF HER DEAR SON emerged completely. 
She inhaled deeply at the beauty of her son's purplish, blood-filled dong. 
She saw his rigid muscle vibrate and pulsate. Her eyes had a glazed, 
far-away, dazed look. Her mouth opened and she bent to her son's waiting 
organ. 

"Oh, Mama, you're so good to me," Danny moaned. 

"You dear, sweet darling. You're so young ... so innocent ... so pure." 
Diana took his hot organ and kissed the tip of it. She ran her steaming 
tongue over the top of his majestic cock. Her tongue prodded into the tiny 
love-eye and was rewarded by a drop of his young juice. Her hands were 
caressing his tight balls. Her tongue flicked back and forth over his tender 
glans and then she coated his entire whang with saliva ... kissing and 
tonguing up and down his stiff rod. 

"OH, MOTHER ... THAT FEELS SOOO GOOOOD," he sighed. 

"Do you like mother's tongue on your prick, dear?" 

"DO I! YOU MAKE ME FEEL SOOO GOOD ... ALL TINGLY." His young body fell back 
on the bed. He wanted to watch what she was doing to him, but he felt so 
weak he couldn't. He laid there savoring every wonderful feeling his mother 
was giving him. 

"Do you want Mother to nibble on your sweet balls?" 

"OOOOOOhhhhh, yes. Do it to me, Mom " 

"Does your dick like mother's tongue all over it?" 

"Far-out." 

"Does your cockhead like mother's mouth kissing it?" 

"Uuuuummmmmmm," he moaned. 

"Feel mother tonguing your tiny love-eye?" 

"Crazy!" 

"Does mother make you happy?" 

"Ohhh, yeah, I can't take much more of your cocksuckin'."- 

"Honey, I'm going to try and take all of your beautiful penis in my mouth. I 
want you to spurt off in my throat." Diana was spaced out. She was burning 
with wild fire. Her crotch was seething. Her clit was fluttering. Her 
boiling vagina was seeping and bubbling with her juices. Her head was 
reeling. Her hips were gyrating. She held his stately prick with her fingers 
and encircled his bulging knob with her hot lips. Slowly she lowered her 
mouth down ... down ... down taking more of her son's fabulous prick into 
her mouth. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHH, GOD...." Danny gasped. 

DOWN ... DOWN ... SLOWLY ... SUCKING ... DEVOURING ... FLICKING HIS COCKHEAD 
WITH HER FLUTTERING TONGUE. 

"AAAAHHHHHHHH, GREEEEAAAATTT." Danny moaned. 

His hips were pushing into her face. 

Her hands went to her son's small ass. She pulled his pelvis in to her 
pretty mouth. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She smelled all his 
clean young boy smells. He smelled clean and pure and erotic and sweet and 
innocent. 

Diana slid her hands under her son's ass and her fingers traced down his 
hot, sweaty ass crack and found his tiny puckered asshole. She took one of 
her fingers and prodded at his button. 

"OOOOHHHHHH, MAM A A A AAA," he groaned. His hips pushed into her face and 
this throbbing prick pumped deep into her sucking mouth. His body was 
thrashing around on the bed. His head rolled from side to side. His eyes 
were closed. "OOOOHHHHHHHH, MOTHER, DO IT ... DO IT ... SUCK ME DEEPER ... 
BITE ME." 

Diana punched his asshole full of her finger and wiggled it inside him. She 
took his prick deeper ... she felt it throb. 

"MAMA ... MAMA ... I'MMMMMMM GONNNNNAAAAA CUMMMMMM," he cried, jabbing his 
cock into her mouth. 

Diana wiggled her finger more rapidly in his rectum. She drew-his penis to 
her throat. She sweat. She ran wet between her legs. Her vaginal muscles 
spasmed. 

"MOTHER, I'MMMMMMMMMMM CUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG. " he cried out in ecstasy. He 
jammed her mouth with his rampaging cock and torpedoed streams of cum into 
her mouth. His virgin body jerked and pumped shot after shot of pure young 
boy cum into his mother. 

She swallowed and gulped her son's sweet juice and sucked for more. She 
sucked every drop of his delicious cum from his love-eye. The thrill of 
being pumped full of her son's cum triggered off her scorching love tunnel 
and she gushed her own cum. 

"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE," she sputtered, swallowing his last jet of burning cum. 
Her hips whirl pooled and slammed into the side of the bed. She stayed on 
her knees, pressed against the bed. She slid her hot mouth up her son's limp 
dingus and kissed it passionately. 

"You sweet, sweet boy," she purred while smothering his love organ with 
kisses. She pulled her finger out of his asshole and held onto his hips with 
both of her hands. She kissed, tongued and loved his spent whang. 

"Dear, dear, sweet darling. Mother can't get enough of you," she whispered, 
nuzzling into his sparsely haired thatch. "Mother loves you so much! Mother 
loves her baby," Diana was cooing to her young son. 

"Ohhhhh, Mother, that was so good," Danny moaned from his position flat on 
the bed. 

Diana knew that this youth would not allow his dong to remain limp for very 
long. He would be raring to go again soon. Maybe she could speed him up by 
lying beside him. She begrudgingly pulled her face from his crotch and 
climbed up on the bed beside her young son. She whipped off her lavender 
film of a nightgown and snuggled close to her son's warm body. 

At the feel of his naked mother pressed to his body, Danny shrugged off his 
exhaustion, opened his eyes, and sat up on the bed. He pulled off his pajama 
top, he wanted to feel his mother's naked titties against him. He wanted to 
touch her nude boobs. He wanted to taste her bare nipples. He WANTED TO FUCK 
AND EAT HIS MOTHER! He wanted to try it all! Her finger had felt so damn 
good wiggling up his asshole, he wanted to do it to her, or better yet, eat 
out her asshole! He'd heard about all the things to do to a woman at school, 
now he wanted to try it all! He didn't want to blow it though, and since he 
wasn't too sure of himself, he decided to wait until his mother told him 
what to do and how to do it. 

He turned on his side to face his pretty mother. 

She put a warm arm around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. 

Shit, she'd had a mouth full of my cum I don't want to kiss her! If I don't 
kiss her, maybe she'll not teach me anything. I guess if that's what she 
wants, I'd better kiss her. He gagged at the thought of kissing her, but he 
allowed himself to be pulled down to her face. 

She took her talented tongue and traced across her son's young mouth. She 
probed between his lips and separated them. She tongued his teeth. Then she 
pierced her tongue into her son's innocent mouth and surprised the shit out 
of him. 

"UUUUUMMMMMMM," he managed to moan. He had never Frenched before. This was 
really spiffy. Her tongue had a faint tinge of cummy smell and taste, but he 
discovered the flavor added to his pleasure. 

Diana took her son's paw of a hand and placed it on her breast. 

WOW! THIS IS SUPER! He turned on to the feel of his mother's titties. They 
were so warm and soft. 

"Suck my tongue, baby," Diana pleaded between jabs of her anxious tongue. 

Danny tried to concentrate on sucking her tongue, but found it very 
difficult to do. His mind was on her nipples. She had so many spots of 
interest to check out that he tingled from head to toe. 

Diana guided his young hands to her nipples. 

"Far-out, Mom " he said joyfully. He had forgotten her mouth and was now 
watching her place his hands on her love-buds. He thought he would burst 
with pleasure. He had a hard-on that was beating at super speed. He wanted 
to try out his cock in her cunt, just like a man, but how could he tear 
himself away from such lovely titties? He fingered and pinched her pink 
nipples. 

"ZOWIEEE, MOM, YOUR TITTIES ARE GREAT, BUT I'M GONNA PEE ALL OVER MYSELF, 
I'M SO EXCITED!" 

"Poor baby," Diana felt for his pecker and it was rock hard. "We don't want 
you to be uncomfy, do we? We better do something with this hard, hard shaft 
of yours and come back to the boobs later, darling son," she cooed. 

She pulled his slim body over onto her sweaty belly. 

Oh, God, I'm gonna do it to her! Far out! I'm gonna fuck my mother! She's 
gonna show me how! I'm gonna screw! I'm gonna ball! I'm gonna fuck, fuck 
fuck my mother! Danny's guts did a flip. 

Diana spread her legs and Danny slipped between them. She reached for his 
peter and ran it up and down her slimy crack and snubbed it to her hot, 
fluttering hole. "Push it in, Danny," she commanded. 

He was sure he had no cockhead left. It had been sizzled off by her cuntal 
mouth. 

"PUSH IT IN! " she demanded. She wanted to feel his virgin prick plunge into 
her. She wanted his hardness ramming her. She longed for his sweet cum to 
flood her cavern. She was charged with electricity. His every touch set off 
a spark that burst into an electrical jolt through her body. Her arms went 
around his back clutching him to her naked, sweaty breasts. Her legs 
encircled his firm ass and pulled him into her. 

Danny was sweating. His young body had waited for this moment! He was 
actually going to fuck. He was going to experience all the heaven he'd heard 
about! HE WAS GOING TO BALL! 

"Shove it in! SHOVE IT IN HARD! GIVE IT TO ME! RAM IT IN!" Diana was 
clutching at her son's back. "FUCK MOTHER! SHOW ME YOU'RE A MAN ... MORE 
THAN ANY MAN I'VE EVER KNOWN! FUCK ME, DANNY! FUCK MAMA!" 

"Okay, Mama, here's your man child fuckin' the shit out of you," and he 
plunged his beating cock into paradise. "OOOHHHH, GOD ... Your pussy's hot! 
Jesus, this is great! HERE'S YOUR SCREW, MAMA, FEEL MY DICK RAMMING YOUR 
CUNT? How's this ... this ... AND THIS...." He jabbed her dribbling furnace 
again ... and again ... and again. He felt her vaginal muscles pulling his 
dick in as far as it could go, and then some. This's heavy. This's the most! 
Danny's breathing was hot and heavy. He raised up on his hands and slammed 
his cock into his mother's hole. His balls whacked against her sweat-slick 
crack. "I'm fuckin' you, Mama! I'm fuckin' you! Is it good? Can you feel it 
good? I'm fuckin' you!" Danny was wild with his new-found pleasure. 

"Oohh, yes, Danny, you're so goooodddd," his mother answered, pitching her 
crotch to meet his every bang. 

"Mama, I'm gonnnaaa cummmmm, I can't help it!" he screamed, humping her like 
a wild animal. 

"CUM, BABY, CUM IN MAMA'S CUNT! SHOOT IT TO ME! SPRAY IT IN THERE! CUM ALL 
OVER ME! FUCK IT TO ME! SCREW YOUR MAMA!" Diana matched his every cock jab 
with an upward thrust of her pelvis. She was ready! 

Perspiration stood out on Danny's forehead. His body had a thin film of 
sweat all over it. He slammed it into her hard and shot his nuts off.... 

"A A A I I I I E E E E , I'MMMMM CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! " he screamed. His young 
body shook and reeled. His big boy prick jerked wildly in her spasming 
vagina. Gushes of boiling jism jetted into his mother's soupy cunt. 

"Right with you, baby," Diana squealed. Her body rampaged and thrashed as 
she shot off her release to mingle with his cum. 

"AAAAIIIEEEEE," she cried. 

Danny collapsed splat on his mother. "Whew, that was good!" 

Diana smiled. "You're a great stud, my boy." 

Danny raised up and looked at his mother. "Boy?" he asked. 

"Sorry. No, you're a great lover, my MAN." 

"You know what, Mom? I screwed for the first time just now! I really did it! 
I REALLY SCREWED!" Danny gloated his first sex experience to his mother. 

"What did you think of it, Danny?" Diana smiled at her sweet son. 

"You know, Mom, for years I thought there was nuthin' better than peanut 
butter ... now I finally found something I like better," he said and 
laughed. 

"You're now a man, honey," Diana said and glowed at her son. 

"Can we do it again?" Danny asked anxiously. 

"Oh, I think so." 

Danny's eyes roved over his mother's naked body. He took in her lush boobs 
and moved down to look at her wet pussy. "Now that's groovy," he said and 
moaned. His eyes lingered on her thatch of dark curling pussy hair. 

"Go on down and take a look ... closer," Diana urged. 

"Can I?" Danny was thrilled. He scooted down to the bottom of the bed. 

Diana spread her tanned thighs to expose her super fragrant privates to her 
son. He had fucked her, but he hadn't seen what he was fucking. Diana 
tingled anew at the thought of her son creeping up between her sweaty thighs 
and gazing into her fuck-smelly crotch. 

"Do you see mama's hole, dear?" she purred to him. 

"Yeah," he said. 

"Do you see my asshole, sweets?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he said. 

"Do you know what a clit is?" she asked her newly broken-in son. 

"Naw, what're you talking about?" He raised his head and looked at her. 

"A clit, dear, is a woman's love bud. If a man caresses it, fingers it, or 
tongues it, it sets a woman off into ecstasy. The clit's the magic key to 
getting it on ... or not." 

"You ain't got one. All you got is a hole and an asshole, and a sloppy wet 
crack." Danny was looking into her heady private property. 

"Sweets, you aren't looking in the right place. Also, you aren't looking for 
another hole. Do you see the tiny protrusion just above my vagina? That's a 
clit. Touch it!" she demanded. 

Danny took one finger and zeroed in on her fluttering clit. "Is that it?" 

"OOOOHHHH, yes, that's it, baby," she said, gasping. 

Danny was thrilled that he knew what turns a woman on. His fingers pinched 
and tweaked and flipped her pulsating love-bud. He enjoyed his mother's 
response to his manipulating. 

"OOOoohhhhh, fantastic," Diana cooed and wiggled her hips to his touch. 
"Danny, move your fingers from the clit and poke into my cunt. Then go from 
my cunny back up to my clit." Diana was doling out instructions to her son. 

Danny was anxious to please. He followed her instructions to a T. He thought 
it was spiffy to look into his mother's smelling, juicing hole and plunge 
his fingers deep inside her. "Really far out!" Then he decided now was as 
good a time as any to wiggle his finger in her asshole like she had done to 
him. His boyish hands trailed down her slimy crack and found her puckered 
bung hole. He prodded gently and then forced his finger in her rectum. "God, 
that's tight, Mom," he said. He wiggled his finger. 

Diana was getting hot. She wanted him to eat her box. "Danny, put your 
tongue to my clit," she commanded. 

Danny closed in on her crack. Her fishy pussy smelled a little repulsive, he 
thought. He was determined to be a good lover, not like that dip-shit she 
had been out with the night before. He took a good look at her odorous 
cuntal mouth and took his tongue carefully and tipped her clit and ran his 
tongue fast down her crack. That's not so bad. Really tastes kinda sexy. I 
better give her another swipe with my tongue ... not so fast this time 
though. 

Diana was in heaven! Her young son's tongue was caressing her crease. His 
hot breath was shooting up her craving tunnel. He was doing fine ... just 
fine. 

Danny decided he liked oral sex. He could see what it was doing for his 
mother and he knew how fantastic it felt when she did it to him. This was 
super. He continued to flick her tender clit with his young tongue. He took 
it upon himself to nibble and suck this delectable love-bud. This was a 
far-out experience. 

Diana thought it was great, too. Her hips moved slowly side to side and then 
up and down. Flashes of heat shot through her body. She grabbed his full 
head of hair and pushed him down to her tube, "EAT IT! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN 
ME! SUCK MY CUNT! EAT MY HOLE! EAT! EAT! EAT!" she screamed at her son. She 
wanted this kid in the worst way. Her tunnel was slippery with juices. His 
hot saliva coated her slit. 

Danny plunged his innocent tongue into his mother's burning fuck tunnel. He 
whipped it in and out, lapping up all her cunny juices. He concentrated on 
running his tongue around and around the rim of her cuntal mouth. He was 
having a super time. Her juices tasted so good. 

He even got used to her overpowering womanly smell. She was groovy and he 
had another hard-on. 

Diana was soaring in her own little world. She was flying high on the wings 
of lust and weird cravings. Her eyes were glazed. Her crotch was pressed 
into Danny's fresh young face. Her nipples jiggled with her every thrust of 
her hips. She was wet and succulent between her legs. Her blood ran hot with 
desire. Anything this sweet young son of hers wanted to do with her anxious 
body was great with her. 

Danny was going to do something as his heavy dong was crying for release. He 
lacked endurance at this point, but he made up for it by having his prick 
get hard very soon after each cum. He was young and ready and eager. 

Diana smiled at her son in a dazed way, and said, "Are you ready again, 
honey?" 

"Yeah," he moaned between slurps of her vagina. 

Diana flipped over on her belly, taking her weeping slit from his mouth. 

Danny was right with his mother and approached her back door with his 
throbbing prick. He knew this hole was a tight one. He wondered if his big 
rigid tool would fit in it. He hesitated. Maybe his mother didn't mean for 
him to give her an ass-fuck. Maybe he was supposed to eat it. She knew his 
dick was hard. She must want an ass-fuck. That would take a little doing. He 
was burning up. He wanted to get on with something. She must know what she 
was doing. 

"Danny, put your dick to my asshole," Diana commanded. 

"Okay. If you want an ass-fuck, I'll give it to you! " 

"Easy at first, Son. Mama's hole'll be tighter'n hell. After you get that 
big beautiful whang inside it, everything'll be all right. Don't ram my 
asshole though." 

Danny snubbed his big cockhead to her anus and gently shoved it in ... in 
... in.... 

Her asshole was tight. 

He couldn't wait! 

He jabbed his hard dick violently into her tender rectum 

"Dannnnyyyyy! " Diana squealed and flinched. 

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I couldn't help it. Your ass feels soooo gooood and 
tight AND HOOOTTTT!!" He humped her ass faster and faster. His big prick 
more than filled her tight anus. He could feel the silky walls of her tunnel 
as he whammed it into her sizzling bowels again and again. 

Diana's sphincter muscle relaxed once her son's massive cock had penetrated 
her anus and she relaxed to enjoy his jabs. He feels so bitchin'. All that 
red-hot fuck meat ramming my ass is far-out. God, he's good! She was rocked 
and jolted with his every thrust. Her head was turned to the side and her 
hands clutched at the sheets. She heard him grunt and moan his pleasure at 
being held tightly in her anus. 

"Are you all right?" he asked, gasping for breath and never breaking his 
prick-punching rhythm. 

"Fine, baby. JUST GIVE IT TO ME HARD!" Diana answered. 

"I'll give it to you, Mama," he said, humping the hell out of her ass. He 
picked up speed and jack-hammered his pulsating cock deeper into her hole. 

"OOOHHHHH, YOU FEEL GOOD," Diana moaned between thumps. 

"MAMA, I'M GONNA CUUUMMMMM," Danny groaned. 

"Have at, Son," Diana said. 

"MAMA, YOUR ASSHOLE FEELS SOOOO SPIFFY," he said. 

"BABY, YOUR HOT, RAMMING COCK'S THE GREATEST! " 

"MOOOTHERRRR, I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!" 

Diana felt his hot spurting jism fill her already too-full cavern. She 
reached down between her legs and separated her labial lips and flicked her 
bulging, fluttering clit. "OOOHHHHH, MAN, SQUIRT IT TO ME! YOUR JUICY CUM IS 
SO HOT ... BURNING MY ASS ... BOILING ... I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG...." and her 
vaginal muscles spasmed her release! 

Danny collapsed on her back, clutching her shoulders tightly. He kissed her 
neck and nibbled on her earlobe. "God, Mother, you're one jim-dandy fuck! 
That was really super!" He was pooped. 

Diana was completely happy and contented. She liked the feeling of her son's 
hot body covering hers. She liked her men on top of her. With a man hovering 
over her, it made her feel like a helpless woman and the man as super 
masculine. She liked being weighted down by her sweet son. His body was 
sweaty hot. He breathed heavily into her ears. 

Diana felt drowsy. She wanted to rest for a minute and then take her dear 
son on again. There were many other positions she wanted to teach him. He 
still hadn't really given her nipples all the attention they needed. They 
hadn't tried the classic sixty-nine position yet, either. 

This dear boy who had been a virgin up until this morning was now very well 
broken in. He knew more at the tender age of fourteen about women than a lot 
of men ever found out. Yes, it was a good idea to show dear Danny how it was 
done. 

Danny squirmed. "It's down, Mom, I'm gonna get off for a minute." 

He pulled his shit-streaked cock out of her clutching asshole and the sounds 
of breaking the suction echoed throughout the room His once proud, tall 
prick was really shot and dripping of shit and cum. He fell on the bed 
beside his mother. 

Her rectum was oozing the young boy's sweet cum. It dripped out of her 
asshole and trickled down her sweaty crack to bathe her trembling clit. It 
felt so damned good. 

Typical of a man, Danny was hungry. All his screwin' around had created 
hunger pangs in his gut. He hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen to 
satisfy his appetite. 

Diana was glowing. She lay drowsily on the bed, going over every bit of the 
love her son had given her. 

SUDDEN SHOCK AND STARK REALITY HIT HER ASIDE THE HEAD! 

WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE? I'VE TAUGHT MY ONCE VIRGIN SON TO FUCK! I LET HIM 
EXPERIMENT WITH MY BODY! I LET HIM SCREW ME! LET HIM, SHIT! I MADE HIM FUCK 
ME! I MADE HIM GIVE ME A BLOW-JOB'. I TOLD HIM EXACTLY HOW TO DO IT AND MADE 
HIM DO IT TO ME! GOOD GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE! I LET MY WILD, EVIL, LUSTFUL 
DESIRES RULE MY BODY! 

Diana buried her dark head in her arms and cried racking sobs ... sobs of 
shame. HOW TERRIBLE I AM! HOW ROTTEN I AM! I'M A DIRTY COCKSUCKIN' MOTHER. 
I'VE TAKEN MY OWN SON'S VIRGIN HOOD FROM HIM! I'M A DIRTY, CRAZY, OLD LADY! 
TERRIBLE! MISERABLE! ROTTEN! FILTHY! 

Her belly knotted up and she knew she was going to vomit. She ran to the 
bathroom and puked. 

Her legs were dripping with her cum and that of her young son. Like a mad 
woman trying to wash away all the dirty, vile, all-consuming lust that 
contaminated her body, she jumped into the shower and tried to wash away her 
evil. 

The stench of cum and sex was washed away down the drain with the soapy 
water. Diana could clean the outside of her body, but what about the inside? 
What about all her depraved thoughts about her son? The wrong she had done 
would stay with her forever! The evil things she had made her son do to her 
would haunt her the rest of her life! She was rotten and dirty and vile on 
the inside! What could she do about that? How could she get rid of her 
abnormal lust? She cried tears of shame and anguish and frustration. 

Why had she given in to her evil desires? If she got horny, she could have 
called Tony at work. He'd have given her a fine balling. What about her 
black lover, Bill? She was sure if she'd have given him a call, he'd have 
trotted over to fuck the hell out of her cunt. 

No, she hadn't done either of these things that would have been acceptable. 
She had taken her horny hole to use on her own sweet son. She had made him 
screw her! She was so warped in her thinking and now she was taking it all 
out on her lovely son. She hadn't had to do it ... she couldn't help herself 
though. All she had felt was an all-consuming lust for her young son's cock 
and balls. 

Now, what the hell'm I going to do with myself? I've at last given in to my 
evil desires. I could've screwed anyone else ... or the dog ... but I 
didn't! I FUCKED MY SON! What'll become of me? I'm a crazy lady. Of all the 
men I could screw and have screwed, why'm I so hung up and nuts about young 
boys' bodies? Even when that group of young guys had gang-banged her, she 
had gotten so turned on she had flipped out of her gourd. She'd gone bananas 
over a deal she should have resented or reported. Now this dumb deal all 
went to prove she was indeed crazy. She did not react properly to young men. 
She'd gone beyond her line of control ... she had no control. At least on 
the gang-banging deal the boys had attacked her initially. With Danny she 
had started the whole thing and followed through with explicit directions 
and orders to DO IT! 

DIANA FACED THE FACT SHE HAD ONE FUCKED-UP MIND! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Diana was busy making her preparations. She had called her sister to come 
and stay with Danny while she was away. He was too young to be left alone 
for any length of time. Diana wasn't sure how long they would keep her in 
the institution. She knew she had to have help and the only place she could 
get it was to commit herself for observation. 

She had called Tony at work and told him she would be gone for a while. He 
had been very sweet and said he would save her job for her. He wished her 
luck even though he didn't know where she was going. 

She had told Danny she was going away on an extended vacation. He had 
readily agreed that she should go. He loved his mother very much and it 
seemed to him she had been extremely nervous lately and should get away. 
Besides, Diana's sister was a good-lookin' woman and perhaps he could try 
out his newly acquired talent of screwing and get at his aunt's pussy. A 
really neat idea.... 

Diana drank her coffee down in a couple of gulps. She tapped nervously on 
her little yellow table. This was a nerve-wracking thing to do. It was her 
only hope of salvation. She needed to know why she was so crazy for young 
boys' bodies. Now, if she found out, maybe she could get over it and live a 
normal life. Maybe she'd be free of her torments. As much as she hated to 
admit she needed psychiatric help, she knew she had to do this thing. She 
would come out of the institution a normal person. 

She got up and walked to the door to look for her sister. She paced the 
floor. The sooner she got on her way, the better she would feel. She hated 
to leave Danny. She hated to leave her lovely mobile home. She didn't want 
to go ... but she had to. 

Rose drove up. She came into the trailer and hugged her sister warmly. 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Rose asked. 

"Yes, Rose. I've been working too hard and I need a change. I'm fouled up 
and have been ever since I got my divorce. I'm just going in for 
observation. I just want to have time to talk to an analyst and perhaps come 
home a happier person ... a more adjusted person. I do not want Danny to 
know where I am. You must never tell him!" Diana was flustered and nervously 
grabbed her handbag and small suitcase. "I'll call you every day and check 
on things here at home. 'Bye." And Diana shot out the door. 

She got into her car and speeded out of the park, never looking back. She 
couldn't bear the idea of leaving her dear son. Tears stung her eyes. She 
had picked the time to leave so Danny wouldn't be there when she left or 
she'd have really cracked up. 

Diana parked her car in the rear of the small institution and walked to the 
office. She explained who she was and that she had come in for observation. 
She explained that Dr. Brown would be in charge of her case as he was the 
one that had suggested she come in. 

She had to fill out a great number of papers and then go to the 
institution's doctor for a check-up. She went through the procedure of being 
admitted and listing all her private articles. Then a nurse aide led her to 
a room and told her to get out of her clothes and into a gown and robe. Once 
she had done this, she sat and waited. 

This is really great! Here I sit like a bump on a log. I came in here for 
treatment and all I'm doing is sitting and waiting ... for what? I could be 
home cleaning house and working for all this place is doing for me. Shit! I 
really get some ideas that're bummers. 

She looked around the bare room. It had two hospital beds in it. It had two 
chests for clothes. It had two small closets. The floor was highly polished 
tile The windows were sealed shut and had bars on the outside. 

My, this is lovely, Diana thought sarcastically. She glanced at the wrist 
band that had been put on her upon entry. I'm nothing but a dumb number 
around here. I'll bet Dr. Brown doesn't even know I'm here yet. He knew I 
wanted to get started on therapy as soon as possible. I don't want to stay 
in here forever! 

An aide wheeled a patient in to the room. She was about the same age as 
Diana. The woman was tied into the chair with a band around her waist, 
carefully concealed by a lap robe. Her arms were tied at the wrists to the 
wheelchair. The woman was mumbling to herself. When she saw Diana in HER 
ROOM, she had fits! She shouted all sorts of obscenities at Diana. She told 
her to get out of her room! The lady owned the whole hotel, she said, and 
surely another room could be found for Diana. The lady screamed at Diana 
again to get out! 

The aide smiled at Diana. "She'll get over this wildness in a minute. She 
forgets real fast." The aide set the-patient up at a small table. 

"Lunch is on its way. Mrs. Kale here has to be fed so she's to eat in here. 
We'll feed her after we get all the trays out. If you'd like to, you could 
go down to the main dining room for your lunch." The aide smiled and patted 
Mrs. Kale on the shoulder as she led Diana down the hall to the dining room 

"Do you have any idea when Dr. Brown'll be in?" Diana asked anxiously. 

"No, I don't," the aide answered, and smiled sweetly. She motioned to Diana 
to take a place in the dining room. 

It was a small institution, so people sat at various card tables or TV 
trays. The patients could sit wherever they wanted to. The aides knew their 
patients well and who was on what kind of a diet. They brought trays to the 
various people and whisked down the hall to take care of the feeders. Diana 
ate her lunch with little zest. The food was good and well balanced, but 
Diana wanted to talk to her doctor. She glanced around at the other 
patients. Some were old and some were young. Some were tied with soft 
restraints to their wheelchairs and some were walking around or ambulatory. 
Some of the patients could feed themselves and others had to be fed like 
poor Mrs. Kale, Diana's roommate. Some of the patients had catheters, some 
had diapers, and some could trot to the pot themselves. There was a lot of 
conversation among the patients ... mostly griping about the food. The food 
was good, except Diana wasn't exactly hungry. 

A nurse aide flitted into the dining room to check the patients progress. 
She was a thin young woman and very pretty. No wonder the aides're thin. 
They sure have their hands full. They run all day long. They have one 
helluva job taking care of all these poor people. That's one job I could do 
without! Diana noticed the aides always smiled at the patients and gave them 
a pat on the shoulder or held a hand here and there for a few seconds. 
That's a bunch of bull-crap about nurses being bitches! These girls are 
sweet as can be. They work their butts off trying to please these people. 
Hell, if I'm here for any length of time, maybe I can help serve meals ... 
after all, that's what I'm used to at work. Maybe it'd help these gals a 
little. I'll have to talk to Dr. Brown about it. 

Diana retreated to her room after lunch and went to bed for a nap ... to the 
time of Mrs. Kale's ranting and raving about being intruded upon. 

She was awakened by the aide calling her name and shaking her shoulder 
gently. She sat up, startled. At first she didn't know where she was. Then 
it all came back to her. 

"Dr. Brown would like to see you, dear," said the aide. 

Diana hurtled out of bed and followed the aide to the doctor's consultation 
room. 

When she walked in, Dr. Brown smiled warmly at her and asked if she was 
comfortable and if everything was all right. 

Diana nodded and sat down in the heavy leather chair across the desk from 
the good doctor. 

"Now, Diana, you said you had a sex problem you needed help with. You said 
you had to get away from home to settle this matter. Now will you tell me 
what's so serious in your mind that you committed yourself to this place for 
help?" The doctor crossed his arms, leaned back in his swivel chair and 
looked at her ... waiting. 

"I'm divorced...." Diana fumbled for words. She didn't know this doctor too 
well, but he had been highly recommended to her. 

"A lot of people are divorced." 

"But ... I uh ... have this problem " she stammered. 

The doctor said nothing. 

Diana noticed he was a fairly young doctor. He was probably very modern with 
his ideas. Surely it wouldn't shock him to hear of her lust for young boys. 
He probably wouldn't even think it was a problem. He'd think so if he had to 
live in the same trailer with Danny. That was sheer torture. 

"For a long time I abstained from having sex ... after the divorce, I mean," 
Diana continued painfully. 

The doctor nodded while he rocked slowly forward and backward in his swivel 
chair. He clasped his hands in his lap ... just over a heaping bulge. 

"Um, anyway, I seem to have developed some rather weird tendencies in the 
sex line. I never had them before I got divorced...." 

"And abstained from sex," the doctor interrupted. 

"Yeah." 

"Do you know it's not normal to abstain completely from sexual relations? 
People have a sex drive, you know, and it will be released some way, some 
time. What's your way? I presume that's why you're here." The doctor was 
eyeing Diana in a not-too-professional way. He noticed she had full boobs 
and solid hips. Her legs were pretty good too, he could see by the way her 
robe fell open at the knee. She was a lot of woman. It would take a lot of 
man to satisfy her, the doctor knew. 

"That's why I'm here," Diana said. "Oh, I like regular sex all right. It's 
just that I'm a little weird in who I have sex with." 

"Do you prefer women? Is that your problem?" Dr. Brown was trying to be 
helpful. He could see Diana was extremely uneasy. She squirmed a lot. 

"No, women aren't my bag." Diana looked into her lap. 

"What is your bag?" he asked. 

"Young men," she said so softly the doctor could barely hear her. 

"Young men, you say?" the doctor wanted to know if he had heard correctly. 

Diana nodded. 

The doctor chuckled. "I fail to see your problem, my dear. I think it quite 
normal for a woman to have sex with a young man. I'm a young man myself and 
I think if you and I should ever have sex, it would be a most gratifying 
experience." 

"You don't understand. I said YOUNG MEN," Diana corrected. 

"Do you mean MEN instead of MAN or do you mean YOUNG, YOUNG MEN?" he asked. 

"YOUNG, YOUNG MEN, sir," Diana blushed. 

"How young?" The doctor leaned forward on his elbows. 

"Mere teenagers," Diana said softly. 

"I think that would be very flattering to your ego. Do you find it difficult 
to find bed-partners among the teenage boys?" Maybe this woman's something 
really terrific. If she gets it on with young boys, they must think she's 
far-out. I'll admit she isn't bad. Maybe these youngsters've found a great 
woman here. 

"Well, no I don't have much trouble. I have a young son at home." 

"I see. He brings his buddies home and they get turned on by his mother." 

"No. I get it on with my own son," she said, and burst into tears. 

The doctor sat quietly until Diana had regained her composure. 

Diana slowly sniffed to control. She had said it! She had told the doctor 
what her problem was. It was all out in the open. SHE HAD TOLD HIM ABOUT HER 
INCEST. SHE HAD TOLD HIM SHE GOT IT ON WITH HER OWN SON! 

The doctor handed her a tissue. 

"You say you and your son make love?" he asked. 

Diana nodded. 

"Have you done it with any other young boys to spur you on?" 

Diana tearfully related the tale of her gang-banging. She felt more at ease 
with the doctor now. She told him how she'd gone bananas and LOVED EVERY 
MINUTE OF BEING GANG-BANGED! She was careful not to tell him the names of 
the boys. She said she didn't know who they were. 

"Fascinating," the doctor remarked. 

Diana continued to tell him how she'd bled and was out of her head with lust 
when she should have been furious ... or at least upset. 

"Had you and your son been lovers before your gang-banging?" 

"Well, sort of. Oh, he was a virgin until a couple of days ago. I'd felt of 
his organ once when he was hurt. Then because he was looking at me so funny, 
one time, and because I had all these lewd thoughts, I thought I'd better 
get him and me over such nonsense. I gave him a blow-job in the hopes that'd 
cure us both. It didn't. I tried going with men for my satisfaction." 

"Did you have orgasms with the men?" 

"Oh, yes! My boss's a fantastic lover. Then there's this black man that got 
it on with me. He was terrific! I only had trouble with one guy, and his 
wife caught us. He was in too much of a hurry for me to get excited." 

"Maybe he was in too much of a hurry because he was trying to avoid being 
caught. Perhaps under more favorable conditions, this man would be a very 
satisfactory lover." 

Diana hoped the doctor was right. Jim was such a perfect man. Maybe if she 
hadn't put him down so badly, he'd have called back and they could have had 
a more lasting relationship. 

"Anyway, these men are not my problem. Doctor." 

"No, but they may be part of the cure. You can have perfectly happy and 
satisfying sex with men, can't you?" 

Diana nodded. 

"Then perhaps this business of getting it on with your own son is merely 
because he's around when you need him Could this be it?" The doctor was 
genuinely interested in this pretty lady's problem. 

"I don't think so. You see. I can get it on with all these other guys by 
dialing a phone and asking them to come over, but I don't. I'd rather have 
my son. I'm just a terrible person!" Diana started to cry again. 

"None of this entered your life when you were married? You didn't crave your 
son's penis when your husband was around?" 

Diana shook her head. She wiped her runny nose. Danny was a child when Steve 
had been around. "No, I just recently noticed my son was growing up," she 
sniffed. 

"Do you work?" the doctor asked. 

"Yes, I'm a waitress." 

"Do you meet any men in your work?" 

"Yes, all kinds of men." 

"And you have other problems?" 

"Yes, I have a stack of them. The money never goes far enough, I must 
maintain a house and manage my son, and no matter what comes up, I have to 
handle it myself ... with no husband around it's a problem when something 
has to be fixed or the car doesn't run and no sex available. I have lots of 
things to think about." Diana sniffed and wiped her nose on the wilted 
tissue. "I have no one to talk to about my everyday problems, no one to lean 
on." 

The doctor gave her another tissue. 

"What about these men you meet? Have you ever thought of getting married 
again? Maybe some nice fellow'll help you with your problems." 

"I can't marry. About the time I got married he'd come home and find me in 
bed with my son. I couldn't bear to hurt someone like that. I have to solve 
my problem first ... then perhaps think of marrying. It's not all that 
simple to find a man that wants to step into a ready made family and assume 
responsibilities. Most of them're on the prowl and want to see how many 
women they can rack up before they burn out." 

"I think, my dear, most of your problem is that you want a husband around 
and a father figure. Someone that's strong and will take care of you and 
your son. I think you've been under a lot of stress and strain. I think 
you're too tired after a day of working and maintaining a house to go 
looking for sex, and therefore, since your young son is handy at home, you 
get carried away with him. Could this be right?" The young doctor came 
around his desk and sat on the edge of it, looking at Diana. 

"Possibly you are right." Diana couldn't help seeing that his pants had a 
fantastic bulge in them. After all, his crotch was at eye level and 
definitely protruding. 

The doctor was aware that she was eyeing his privates. He adjusted his 
position so that his tenting pants stuck out more and looked more appealing 
to her feasting eyes. "Then you can have orgasms with adult men?" 

"Oh, yes. I have no problem." She tried to pull her gaze away from his 
beautiful, cock-bursting pants. 

"I think I'd better give you a pelvic examination to check and see if you 
healed correctly after that rough gang-banging. When I establish in my mind 
that nothing is organically wrong with your pelvic area, we can talk more 
about your mental and emotional problems." He was more than anxious to check 
out her vagina and see how she was built. She must be pretty neat or the 
young guys wouldn't bother her. He wasn't so old himself. He kinda liked 
her, too. He hadn't known her for very long, but he liked what he saw. He 
was a busy doctor and didn't have a lot of time to chase after pieces of 
tail. He was also all alone. Maybe he could establish a relationship here at 
the hospital and continue it long after her dismissal. Never hurt a thing to 
have friends and lovers available. 

"Diana, would you please take your clothes off and climb up on the examining 
table over there? There's a sheet you can cover up with." The cool doctor 
could feel his not-so-cool prick pounding. Would he never get over the 
thrill of examining a pretty young woman's cunt? 

Diana got up nervously and walked over to the examining table. 

The doctor sat at his desk watching her. 

Diana turned her back to the doctor and slowly slipped her robe off and let 
it fall to the floor. Her good figure was silhouetted through the film of 
her nightie. 

The doctor put his hands to his crotch and tried to hide his urgent pounding 
... pounding ... pounding against the fly of his pants. He saw that she had 
solid flanks and a slim waist. Her legs were shapely. The whiteness of her 
butt and a line across her back from her bathing suit bra made it appear as 
though she had white undies on. The rest of her was well tanned. 

Diana slipped the frail nightie up ... up ... revealing first her bare white 
ass, then her tanned back, then her smooth shoulders, then her shag hair. 
She dropped the nightie to the floor on top of her robe. She stood naked 
with her back to the doctor. 

Not bad! She looks good from here. I'll bet those full boobs and dark snatch 
look really great, too. I wouldn't mind banging her rear a good one. I'd 
like to plow the old cock to her asshole right now. His thick prick was 
pushing against his belt as if to say, "Let me out of here and at that fat 
little ass." 

Diana walked to the end of the examining table and put her ass on the end of 
it. 

Right then the good doctor had a beautiful profile of her body. He saw her 
jutting titties, her flat belly and her snatch of dark pubic hair. Far-out! 

Diana slid back on the table and unfolded the sheet and tossed it across her 
nude body. All her movements made her breasts jiggle enticingly. 

When she was properly covered, the strictly professional man made his way to 
her feet while adjusting his vibrating whang to a most conspicuous position. 

Diana noticed his most uncomfortable condition and longed to relieve him ... 
but that wouldn't be right! He was a doctor. Well, doctors get horny too. 
No, I'll maintain my cool. I don't want to get into any more trouble than 
I'm already in. If I react wrong while he's examining me, he'll lock .me up 
and throw away the key! 

The doctor washed his hands at the tiny sink in the corner and returned to 
her. His hands were shaking a little. He had seen enough of her body to 
thoroughly excite him. He loved giving pelvic exams, but always afterward 
had to go to the men's room and jack off. Now he slowly lifted the sheet up 
over her knees as though unveiling a masterpiece. He sucked in his breath 
and shivered. She was built! He'd really have to jack off this time if he 
was lucky enough not to cum in his pants before he got done with the exam. 

Diana was holding her breath and hoping to hell she didn't have an orgasm 
while this young doctor was poking around. 

The doctor took his highly trained hands and separated her pink folds of 
labial lips. Heavy! He was eager to penetrate her bottom with his beating 
whang. Instead he took his fingers and prodded at her delicate cuntal mouth. 
Very soft and truly delectable. He stuck his two fingers deep inside her 
vagina and felt around, wiggling them slightly. His thumb accidentally on 
purpose rested on her clit. 

Shit! That's all I needed! Goddamn, I've never met anyone with such far-out 
finger work. I'm getting finger banged by my doctor and if he keeps this 
crap up, I'm gonna cum all over his hand. He feels so warm and so good. Of 
course he'd know exactly what to do to get me all steamed up. He knows how 
women are built. He knows what turns them on. Then he knows damn good and 
well, with his finger in my clit, that I'm gonna react! That sonofabitch! 

Then automatically and uncontrollably her hips moved against his fingers. 
She felt so good. His hand felt so good. His hands were well trained and 
exotic. His movements were slow and deliberate. She was thoroughly enjoying 
what he was doing to her. 

His thumb gently caressed and flicked her fluttering clit. His fingers 
softly pushed in and retracted from her clutching vagina. The other hand 
reached for her asshole and fingers penetrated into her tight hole. He 
worked both holes together to give her full benefit of being plunged full 
and then suddenly empty ... crying for more. 

Diana lost control. She moved her crotch to him, reaching for his soft hands 
that gave so much pleasure. Her hips picked up speed and gyrated in big 
whirl-pooling circles. Her tunnel was well lubricated with the oils of her 
growing passion. 

Dr. Brown was aware of the fact he wasn't wearing gloves for this 
examination. He could be busted clear out of his job for such an act, but he 
could see Diana was enjoying herself too much to report such a thing to 
anybody. He continued his work on her holes. He was bursting with the urge 
to sock it to her. Let her have her first cum and then perhaps he'd stick it 
in. His pole was aching. In his opinion as a man and a doctor, this female 
was reacting beautifully to his actions. What the hell was her problem? He 
punched more rapidly now. His thumb flitted across, up and down, and 
zig-zagged across her clit more furiously. His fingers filled her holes 
rapidly and left her feeling drained ... and plunged again ... again ... 
again. He was working up quite a sweat himself. He watched his fingers 
disappear inside her cunt and asshole and then appear again. He was covered 
with her sweet juices. He could smell her powerful womanly odors. They 
filled his nostrils and brain. He longed to drop his pants. No, he couldn't 
break his rhythm now. She was too near her climax. He worked his hands 
rapidly. 

Diana's tussled head rolled from side to side. Her tubes were on fire with 
desire. Her blood ran hot! She tingled. Her clit throbbed. She pitched her 
hips into his hands. Faster and faster she thrust up to him. 

''Doctor, I'mmmm gonnnnaaaa cuuummmmm...." she whined. 

The doctor was grunting and moaning as he put his full weight behind the 
thrusts of his hands. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. "Cum, 
baby, cum all over my hands. Cum, Diana. Shoot it out here to me!" 

Diana gyrated madly, her titties jiggling wildly. She groaned. "AAAHHHHIIII, 
I'MMM CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG...." She held her hips high against the young 
doctor's hands as he pushed his cock deep into her and held her fast. 

He could feel her vaginal muscles clutch and release, clutch and release his 
wet and soggy fingers. Her juices drenched his fingers and oozed onto his 
hands. His own painful penis was screaming for release ... the same pleasure 
she had just had! 

"OOOOMMMPPPHHH," she sighed as her hips fell back down on the examination 
table with a thud. She was instantly ashamed of herself for enjoying herself 
so much with the doctor. She told him so. 

"Your problem young lady, is that you have a hang up about letting yourself 
go and admitting you enjoy sex with anybody and everybody. You are just 
plain stupid! If you like it, why the hell do you give yourself a mental 
beating every time you get with it? If you dig it, you dig it! What the 
hell's so bad about that?" The doctor lost all his cool. 

"I'm a doctor. I could lose my license for what I just did to you. You know 
that? I don't give a damn 'cause I had a ball! I dig sex anyway, anyhow, any 
place. You've got one fine fuckin' hole. I dig it! You react far-out! I dig 
that too! You're one helluva groovy chick! It may sound very unethical to 
you, but do you know what I want now? Well, I'll tell you! I want you to 
give me a blow-job! Then I want to screw the fuckin' shit out of you! 
Understand me when I say, you've got a delicious hole there and I want to 
eat it, to screw it, to fuck it, to suck it! Lady, there isn't a thing wrong 
with you that you and I couldn't fix if we worked at it together!" The 
doctor was panting. He quickly undid his pants and stepped out of them. He 
stripped out of his shirt and moved his body up and over Diana's in a 
sixty-nine position and began greedily sucking out her streaming fuck hole. 

Diana grasped his heavy rod and gulped it in and sucked with abandonment on 
his bulging, rigid flesh. She needed his cum She tongued the tip of his 
cockhead and stuck her eager tongue into his tiny love-eye, searching for 
cum ... sticky cum ... hot cum ... She lathered his lovely penis with saliva 
and tongued up and down the long length of his prong. She nibbled at his 
balls. She kissed his prickhead and sucked it in deeply. 

"Great, lady," he managed between scarfing up her cum and lapping and 
licking her pussy juices. He tongued her slit from clit to asshole and 
allowed his face to become coated with her warm liquids. He lapped and 
sucked her clit. He dug it all right. HE LOVED TO EAT HER CUNT. HE LOVED HER 
SMELL! HE LOVED HER TASTE! 

"I'mmmm gonnnnaaaa cummmm...." He snorted into her boiling vagina, sending 
his hot breath shooting up her tube. 

Diana didn't answer him. She was too busy gobbling up the best piece of meat 
she'd ever tasted. 

His cum jetted into her mouth, jolt after jolt. 

"AAAAIIIIEEEE," he said, muffled by her labial lips over his nose and mouth. 
His body jerked and humped her mouth violently. "Jeeeesus," he moaned and 
his body crumpled onto her sweat-slick belly. 

"Tongue me just a little more! Tongue fuck me! Push it up in me! Give it to 
me! Lick me! Suck me! Fuck me! Tongue it ... Tongue it! That's it, baby, 
ooooouuuuuhhhhhh, I'm Cummmmiiinnnggg again!" Diana squealed her delight. 
She gushed and flooded him again. Her cuntal mouth flowed with her delicious 
cum and he ate it up! 

Both being well spent temporarily, the doctor climbed off his pretty 
patient. He sat naked at his desk and lit a cigarette. Diana came over to 
the heavy leather chair and sat nude before the doctor. She crossed her legs 
gracefully. The doctor thought she sat provocatively. With her legs crossed, 
only a small thatch of pubic hair curled to his view. It made the unseeable 
more desirable. Her nipples were rigid and sat like tiny rose buds high on 
mounds of soft, smooth flesh. She was some woman! 

Diana thought he was some man! He was not heavily built nor was he a frail 
build. He was somewhere in the middle. Being a professional man and not a 
brick layer, he was not bulging with muscles. His skin was white and smooth 
and untanned or weather-beaten. His hair was blondish and his eyes were a 
soft brown. He had a very sympathetic face and his hands were out of this 
world! They were soft and tender. His hands were extremely sensitive and 
skilled in their procedures. His chest was well proportioned but not 
extremely muscular. It was covered with a great deal of curling blond hair. 
His good-sized chest narrowed to a slim waist and just below that ... 
HEAVEN! He had a majestic prick! His balls were beautiful! The curling blond 
hair that surrounded his privates was like a gold frame for some great work 
of art! His legs were long and slender. He was a fine specimen of manhood. 
His technique was one of gentleness. He was much like Diana in his sex 
desires. He got turned on by the NOT TO BE HAD people in his life. After 
all, how many doctors take to tongue-fucking their patients? Just about as 
many as mothers that get it on with their sons. They both had wandering and 
illegal lusts. This was a case of the blind leading the blind. 

"Well, Doctor, did I heal all right?" Diana asked, and smiled. 

"Diana, as far as I can tell, you're in fine shape ... in more ways than 
one." He winked at her. 

"Now, for my problem...." she urged. 

"I don't think you have a very serious problem, my dear, but you cause me 
definite problems," and he looked at his poor, limp, spent dick. 

Diana smiled at the lovely prick that she had just sucked off and smiled. He 
had a great whang! 

"I think, my dear, with a few more treatments like the one we had today, 
maybe we'll both be in better condition. How do you feel? Did you have good 
cums?" He was hopeful about this. It would also insure his ability as a man 
if she was well satisfied. 

"I feel great, Doctor. Your treatment was just what I needed." Diana made 
him feel like a He-Man. 

The next day Diana reported to therapy at the same time. The doctor was 
waiting for her naked in his big chair behind his massive desk. 

Diana came in and, without a word, dropped her robe at her feet. She wore no 
gown under it this day. She stood eagerly before her counselor. 

He walked to her and took her warm body in his arms and kissed her long and 
wetly. He felt her arms go around his eager body and her hands clutch at his 
ass. He felt himself pulled up against her flat belly and snatch. This's the 
ideal patient. She's really far-out. This's one gal I'd like to go home to 
every night and fuck until dawn. She's pretty and warm and definitely 
responsive! She's okay in my book. 

His hands wandered freely over her titties and nipples. His every gesture 
brought very fine results from Diana. He had always thought he was a good 
lover, but this woman made him feel like the God of Love. No matter what he 
did to her, she loved it! His hands slipped to her round ass and pulled her 
closer to him. He maneuvered his well-hung cock between her legs and pushed 
it around, searching for home. He jabbed at her crotch and felt her slippery 
crack absorb his rigid muscle. 

"Hey, patient, how's about getting down on all fours and I'll dog it to 
you?" He smiled tenderly at her. 

Diana was anxious to please, and besides she loved a good ass-fuck. She got 
down on all fours and pointed her round ass up to the doctor's greedy eyes. 
Her titties swung loose. She was ready for this young man to take her. She 
sparkled with anticipation. 

The doctor got down between her knees and took his wonderful hands and 
separated her ass crack. He looked at her puckered little asshole and his 
mouth watered. Before he rammed it to her, he had to taste that ass. He 
lowered his head and put his face between her buns. He kissed her flanks and 
slowly worked his way closer and closer to her anus. Her skin was like 
velvet to his. full lips. He tongued her ass crack and darted to her button. 
He kissed her anus and covered it with his spit. He buried his face in her 
ass. 

Diana shook and shivered. This man was slow and deliberate in his every 
action. He gave his every action time to sink in to her body and mind. Her 
body responded to his every touch. His touch was like a jolt of electricity. 
She quivered when he ran his tongue into her asshole. He wiggled the tip of 
his tongue inside her and sent bolts of electrical charges hurtling through 
her body. She felt weak. She perspired. 

He withdrew his tongue and snubbed his purplish knob to her opening. He 
pushed it into her spit-wet rectum past her sphincter muscle and waited for 
her clenching ass to relax. Then he began a slow pace of ass-fucking. 
Gradually he built up speed as her reactions demanded. 

"Fuck it to me, FUCK IT TO ME!" she demanded. 

He pumped her faster. 

"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME FASTER!" 

His hips pounded his heavy prick into her. His hands went around her hips to 
find her front crack. He slipped his talented fingers into her slippery slit 
and his forefinger tweaked wildly at her clit. 

"Oooohhhh, I like it! I like it! Do it some more!" she pleaded. 

His fingers slid down to her weeping cuntal mouth. He forced his fingers 
into and up her fluttering tunnel. 

"GREEEAAATTT GOOODD! THAT'S FANNNNTASTIC! I LOVE ASS-FUCKIN' AND I LOVE 
FINGER-BANGING! I LOVE YOUR TOUCH! SCREW IT IN MY ASS, TIGHT! SCREW IT IN 
HARD AND FAST! ASS-FUCK!" she was reaching her peak. Her juices were 
flooding his fingers. Her asshole was jammed full of hard cock. Her torrid 
tube was full of fingers. Her body was full of heat ... HEAT! 

He banged his dick into her hot ass. His hairy balls hit her crack with a 
smack. 

His delicate and sensitive fingers worked her cunt and at the same time 
caressed his blood-filled shaft ramming her from the rear. "I'MMM GONNA 
CUMMMM, DIANA," he grunted. He continued to hump her madly. 

Her breasts were swinging freely in the air as he jarred her body with every 
thrust of his cock. She was ready. He did a fine job of priming her pelvic 
area for a fuck. "CUM, BABY! SQUIRT ME FULL! RIDE THE WAVES OF YOUR OWN CUM. 
LET ME HAVE IT! FUCK! FUCK!" 

"OHHHH, I'MMMM CUMMMIIINNNGGG," and his dick did a wild dance in her rectal 
tunnel. It jerked and shot and gushed and filled her with torrid semen. 

''AAAHHHHH, THAT'S GOOOODDD ... ,'CUZ I'M RIGHT WITH YOUUUUU." Diana 
squirmed her orgasm and backed her butt as far into his pelvic region as she 
could. She wanted every bit of his jism and she wanted to drench his fingers 
to overflowing with her own cum. 

It was a good cum for both of them, they decided, sitting on the floor naked 
together. The doctor was licking her cum from his fingers, savoring every 
delicious drop of woman-juice. 

The next day Diana was early for her therapy. Her crotch tingled with 
anticipation of what the doctor would try out next. She was dripping down 
her thighs when she entered his private office. As usual he was waiting for 
her with his hard cock peeking up over the top of his desk. 

"You know, Dr. Brown, you have a marvelous-looking cockhead peeking at me," 
Diana said. 

Dr. Brown smiled at her. He had grown very fond of this woman during their 
times together. She made him feel really secure as a man. "Don't you think 
it's about time you called me Paul ... at least in private?" 

Diana nodded. 

"My darling," he said as he came around the desk with cock held high and 
balls swinging. "I've been anxiously awaiting for this time to roll around. 
I look forward to your appointment so much. You do more for me than I do for 
you." 

They melted into each others arms and their bodies were seared together by 
their mutual urgency. The doctor held her close and they sank to their knees 
and laid back on the plush carpeting. 

"Oh, honey," she moaned as he kissed her rigid nipples. 

He kissed and tongued down her belly and nuzzled into her curling pubic 
hair. He nipped playfully at her nest. His hot breath sizzled down her fuck 
crack. 

"Wow! That's far out!" she moaned. 

His throbbing cock was beating its urgency against her leg. 

She was ready for him. She had been ready a long time ago. Her arms reached 
for him He came to her and she felt his peter probe into her torrid hole. 
She felt his pole stab deep within her to her very guts. Immediately her 
hips swung into action. Her vaginal muscles sucked him up. Her arms held him 
close to her titties. 

He slammed into her with all the fury of an untamed horse. He grunted home. 
He humped her madly. 

"Sock it to me!" she squealed, "I'll sock it to you, Chick!" and he whammed 
her hole with all his force. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! I want you! I need you! Slam it in there! Stick it to me! 
Fuck me! Fuck it to me!" Diana whirled her hips and met his every thrust. 

The excitement of being in her boiling furnace thrilled him! His heart 
pounded! His cock was rampaging and bulging as it penetrated time after 
time. 

They reached their orgasm at the same time. 

"A A A A I I I I E E E EE I'MMMM CUMMMMIIINNNGGG," he roared. 

"EEEEIIIIAAAA," she moaned. 

When they had both sufficiently recovered, Dr. Brown announced from his 
position on the floor, "Diana, I'm going to send you home ... CURED." 

"Do you think I really am cured?" she asked happily. 

"Babe, you respond fantastically to men. You haven't got a problem. Of 
course, I'll have to stop by your place daily and continue to give you 
therapy," he said and winked. 

"Oh, Paul," she shrieked, and grabbed him and hugged him happily. 

That afternoon Diana went home. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Diana's treatments continued daily at home. She and Dr. Paul Brown tried sex 
in every conceivable position. She was so busy cumming and cleaning up after 
her cum that she didn't think about Danny ... well not in that capacity 
anyway. She was happy and contented. Paul was fifteen years her junior but 
he wasn't a teenager. He was old enough to mess around with. 

Diana looked forward to his daily visits. He stayed longer and longer each 
time. Gradually it worked into dinner and cuddled-up television watching. At 
last Diana had found a man she could depend on. This man was available for 
sex every day. He was a dinner companion every night. He was a television 
companion during the evenings and on into the night. They had after dinner 
drinks together and talked of all the little things that happened during the 
day. She had someone to share her life with. She was happy. The only thing 
wrong with the whole situation was he would never stay all night. She had 
never been able to wake up in the morning in his arms, but it was close 
enough to having a husband that she decided to keep it the way it was and 
not push for anything more. She was falling in love with Paul and she was 
sure he was in love with her. Time would tell. If things worked the way she 
hoped, they would be living together soon. 

Paul was in love with Diana, too. He enjoyed her wild reactions to his love 
making. He thought she was pretty and he liked her company. He had thought 
about marrying her, but not too seriously. 

Time passed and their relationship blossomed still more. It was October. As 
a matter-of-fact it was Halloween. This afternoon Paul came over and fell 
into a chair in Diana's living room. 

"Tough day, baby?" Diana asked, handing him a drink. 

Paul nodded and reached for her hand. 

She sank to the floor at his feet. I love this man. I'm so sorry he worked 
so hard. A doctor has to put in long hours and be on call for his patients 
at all times. He's so sweet. He comes over here every day to give me my 
treatment. He knows I love his screwing. He's a dear man. 

"Honey, if you're so tired, why don't you grab a nap in my bed? I'll fix us 
something tasty for dinner. We can have some drinks while Danny and his 
buddies are out for the evening and catch up on my treatment later tonight. 
I hate to have my baby so tired." Diana patted him on the thigh. 

"You're an angel, do you know that?" he said, and smiled at her. He tipped 
his glass up to finish his drink and rose to go into the bedroom he had 
grown to know so well. "If I didn't have all my hang-ups, I might even ask 
you to marry me someday." He chuckled. 

"What hang-ups do you have? You're so near to perfect you couldn't possibly 
have anything wrong with you. Why don't you ask me to marry you and see what 
happens?" She put her arms around Paul's neck and kissed him gently on the 
mouth. 

"Oh, Diana, I don't want to bother you with my problems." He squirmed 
uneasily. "Besides, starting tomorrow I can't spend so much time with you. I 
love you very much, but being a doctor makes certain demands on me. I have a 
special patient that's going to be released from the same institution you 
were in. She's going to require some house calls and special attention from 
me. You know how it is." He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. 

Diana sank to the chair. "What kind of 'special help' is she going to 
require?" She gulped and her heart pounded as she waited for him to answer. 
She hoped she was his only special patient. 

Paul paced her small living room He was upset. He clenched his fists and 
released them. "I guess I might as well tell you about my special problem." 
He hesitated. He sat on the couch facing Diana. "You know I love you. That's 
a fact! I think you're the dearest person on the face of this earth. I can't 
help it, though, if I get carried away and emotionally involved with some of 
my patients. This other patient is going to need my special attention for a 
while. After her, there'll be other patients. I always get involved with 
these women. With you it's different. I love you, but ... "he couldn't go 
on. 

"You mean my treatments are going to stop?" Diana asked. 

"No, NO! You're not only my patient, you're my lover. It's just that more of 
my time'll be occupied with consultations and special care problems. It's 
going to cut down on our time together." 

"Paul, I never thought I'd suggest such a thing to you, but I'm going to. I 
love you so very much. I didn't think I could ever love a man again, but 
you've changed my whole outlook on life. I need you! When you aren't with 
me, I think about you every minute. I cherish the moments we have together 
like precious jewels. If you're going to have other out patients, have you 
ever thought of spending some nights here with me? I know I sound terribly 
blunt about a shack job, but we could be together all night ... maybe if you 
liked the arrangement, all night ... every night." Diana was shocked at her 
own words. 

"You know I've never stayed all night with you." 

"I know." She felt embarrassed now about asking him to stay. 

"Diana, I don't want any ties." He said this very bluntly. 

"Oh ... but you said you might ask me to marry you sometime," she protested. 

"I said I might ask you to marry me IF I DIDN'T HAVE SO MANY HANG UPS," he 
corrected. 

"That's one of your hang-ups? Ties?" she asked disappointedly. 

"That's one of them," he said flatly. 

"What's another?" she asked. She was irritated and disappointed. She thought 
she had her a permanent man here. 

"Not important," he said, dodging her question. 

"I think it is. I told you all my weird problems. Why can't you share what's 
bothering you? Maybe I could help." Diana would help him if she possibly 
could. She did not want to lose her man. 

"When you told me your problems, you were a committed patient. I haven't got 
to that point yet." 

"Are you trying to put me down? You're doing one fine job of making me feel 
bad." 

"No, honey, I wouldn't put you down. I know you committed yourself so I 
could help you. There's nothing wrong with needing help. At one time or 
another, everybody needs help. I just said I haven't reached that point ... 
yet!" He went to her and put his loving arms around her soft body. 

Diana cried. She didn't want to lose this man she loved so much. 

"It's just that I could never be true to you, Diana. I love you and all 
that, but it's not in me to be loyal to anyone for very long. Do you 
understand what I mean?" He hugged her close to him. 

Diana shook her head. 

Paul was quiet for a minute. Then he forced himself to go on. "Diana, I have 
another hang-up. I can not give a woman a pelvic exam without getting a 
hard-on. When I get a hard-on, I know I have to possess her whole body! I 
have to give her a fuck or two. I can't help myself! I know a doctor's 
supposed to be interested in medical facts. Well, I am, but I'm also 
interested in how soon I can stick it to her." He couldn't look at Diana. He 
held her so close she couldn't see the shame on his face. 

Diana said nothing. Her whole body felt drained with disillusionment. She 
thought she had a loyal lover. 

"Now do you see why I could never ask you to marry me? Could you live with 
me knowing I had to screw every woman patient I had?" He felt terrible at 
having told her. He felt his body quiver. His hands shook. He was truly 
upset. 

"Then I was just another conquest to satisfy your hungry lust." Diana was 
fuming. She pulled away from Paul. 

"At first you were, but then I fell in love with you. You're special now. I 
love you very much. I haven't screwed another patient since I took you on. 
This new patient now has me turned on. I've gotta get in her pants! I can't 
help it, Diana. Maybe you won't want me to ever come back after what I've 
told you." He held his breath, waiting for her answer. 

Diana thought for a minute. 

"Paul, you cured me of all my lewd lusts for young boys. Did it ever occur 
to you that I may be able to cure you of your desires to screw your lady 
patients? Perhaps if we fucked more than we're doing now, and you got 
completely limp before giving a pelvic, you couldn't get it up if you wanted 
to." A gleam of hope shined from her soft brown eyes. 

"It might work ... let's think about it for a while. I love you so much, 
Diana, that I'd try anything. I'd like to be free of this abnormal craving 
more than anything else in my life. If I keep going like I am, I'm not only 
going to lose the woman I love, but I'm going to lose my license to practice 
medicine, too. My life'd be over!" 

"We can't let that happen, Paul. You mean too much to me to see you go down 
the drain. Well work this thing out together." She went into his arms and 
melted there. She accepted his kiss and sucked his tongue for more. 

"Honey, can we talk later? I honest to God, am so damned pooped I can't see 
straight." His eyes were heavy with fatigue. 

"Yes, angel. Remember, Paul, I love you very much." She kissed him 
affectionately and let him go down the hall to her bed. 

She went to the kitchen and started to prepare stuffed pork chops. She was 
thankful for the shorter days now. With no more daylight saving time, it was 
dark by a little after five. The only thing wrong with that was Danny was 
out after dark on his bike, delivering papers. That always worried her. 
Tonight after his paper route, he and Mike were going to eat dinner and go 
with a group of boy friends to trick-or-treat or to the school carnival or 
to the boys club for a party. All in all he would be very busy, which would 
allow her to talk to Paul further about his problem. 

Diana had never thought of a doctor having problems. Somehow she had always 
thought of them as being people to go to when she had a problem. She had 
always thought of Paul as being a very strong person ... someone she could 
lean on ... someone she could tell her problems to ... someone super-human. 
Now she found that he had problems just like everyone else. She didn't think 
she could live with a man that screwed all the women he came in contact 
with. She had overcome her abnormal lusts, maybe he could too. She couldn't 
think of her dearly beloved Paul screwing the shit out of some other woman. 
The very thought nauseated her. She was too much in love with him to share 
him with other women. They would talk about the whole situation when he woke 
up. There had to be an answer to this. She had been so happy with him until 
tonight. 

Diana had everything in the oven when the front door opened. 

"Hey, Mom, I'm home," Danny announced. 

Diana walked into the living room ... and it was swamped with young boys! 
DANNY WAS THERE! MIKE WAS THERE! MOST OF THE BOYS THAT HAD GANG-BANGED HER 
WERE THERE! 

Diana was shocked! She clutched her pink robe about her body. She had 
dressed in her robe expecting her usual treatment from Paul. She hadn't 
changed when he went in to take a nap because she knew he'd bang hell out of 
her as soon as he had rested up. Here she stood in her robe without a stitch 
on underneath it and ... HER LIVING ROOM WAS FULL OF YOUNG BOYS! YOUNG 
COCKS! YOUNG PRICKS! HARD YOUNG FUCK MUSCLES! 

Shit! Here I go again! If I'm cured, why's my heart pounding so? Why's my 
crack wet like it was struck with a bolt of lightning? I couldn't have 
juiced up any faster if I'd tried! Sonofabitch! 

"Mom, the guys and I're going out for a hot dog at the school carnival. Then 
we'll mess around for a while ... so you don't have to fix anything for me 
to eat." Danny stood facing his mother. 

"You can fix something for me to eat if you want to," one of the rapers said 
sarcastically. 

Diana was flabbergasted! She said nothing. She was awed! 

"What do ya s'pose she's got that's good to eat?" some smart ass put in. 

"I know what she's got that's goooood to eat," another snickered. 

Diana forgot all her treatments. She forgot all about Paul. She forgot her 
rehabilitation program. All she knew was HER LIVING ROOM WAS FULL OF EAGER 
PETERS! ANXIOUS POKERS! HOT SHAFTS! RIGID WHANGS! SHE HAD A ROOM FULL OF 
LITTLE BOY COCK! 

IT WAS ALL BACK ... THE LUST ... THE WICKEDNESS ... THE LEWD DESIRES! 

Diana's body shook! She quivered! Shots of heat filled her fevered body! Her 
mouth watered! She licked her lips in wild anticipation! Her cunt was 
boiling! Her vaginal muscles tightened! Her clit fluttered! SHE WAS SO HOT 
SHE WAS GOING TO BLOW HER EVER-LOVIN' MIND! 

"Look at her! She's hot to trot and we haven't even touched her," one guy 
remarked. 

THIS'S HEAVEN! GLORIOUS! This's what I've been missing! Oh, baby, am I gonna 
fuck tonight! I'M GONNA FUCK AND SCREW AND FUCK AND SCREW ... WOW, THIS IS 
FANTASTIC! 

"Let's give her a balling like before. She loved it!" one guy said. 

"Mom?" Danny looked at his mother questioningly. 

She had a glazed look of film across her eyes. She was spaced! "It's all 
right, Danny, I'll give you first choice. You're my son and have special 
privileges." Diana was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing. 

The boys stood watching as Diana slowly unzipped her robe. She slipped it 
back off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked before 
the group of young boys. Their eyes nearly bugged out! Their pants bulged! 
They filled their eyes with her nudity. Her jutting tits invited eager 
mouths. Her olive nipples perched high and majestically urged sucking. Her 
dark curling pussy beckoned to all the hard young boy pricks. 

There was a mad flourish of unzipping pants and stripping off of shirts. 
Shoes and socks flew in all directions. 

"How absolutely lovely," Diana marveled as she strolled among the naked boys 
admiring all the hard young cocks. "I've never seen such an abundance of 
well-hung dongs. You're all beautiful! I do hope you all understand that 
Danny gets first choice of what he wants, a fuckin' or a suckin' or an 
ass-screw. He is my dear son. I love him very much. You're all such sweet 
young fellows that you'll have to decide amongst yourselves who comes first 
and what you want. I couldn't decide which great whang I'd want first! You 
all look so damned good!" She flicked the tip of one cock as she walked, 
swinging her round ass, through the crowd of hot youngsters. 

She stood directly in front of Danny, her sweet son, with her hands on her 
hips. "What way do you want it, honey? Mama aims to please." 

"I want to fuck you, Mama," Danny said in a dazed condition. He knew his 
mother liked sex, but this was a super-fantastic idea. She was great to take 
on all his buddies the same night. He wondered how she'd do it. 

"IF MY BABY WANTS A FUCK, THEN HE SHALL HAVE A REALLY FAR-OUT, SUPER 
DELICIOUS FUCK! " Diana announced. 

She laid down on the floor in the middle of the boys. She spread her thighs 
wide apart. Her vagina peeked out of her slippery crack and winked at each 
and every boy there. Her belly was flat which accented the round mounds of 
flesh capped by love buds. She held her arms up to her son in a pleading 
manner. 

He crawled between her tanned thighs and snubbed his blood-filled cock-knob 
to her cuntal mouth. 

"No priming needed, Son, just ram it in hard and quick," she said. 

He punched his rigid boy flesh into her sizzling woman tunnel. He jabbed it 
back and forth at a rapid pace. He jack-hammered her spasming tube. She 
matched his every beat with a lunge of her hips. His chest was high off hers 
to avoid hiding his magnificent prick as it plunged in and out, in and out 
of her furnace. All the guys could see his every thrust. 

Diana's head rolled and tossed wildly on the floor. Her arms were out at her 
side in a completely submissive gesture. Her boobs jiggled with every jolt 
he pounded home. "OOOHHH, MAMA'S GETTING A FUCK! MAMA'S GETTING A HELLOVA 
FUCK FROM HER SON! MAMA'S GETTING JABBED! MAMA'S GETTING BANGED BY A 
BEAUTIFUL COCK! OH. MY DEAR SON ... FUCK ME GOOD ... FUCK ME HARD ... FUCK 
ME LONNNNGGGGG ... I'MMM GONNNNAAA CUMMMMM, DANNYYYY, FUCK MAMA. I'MMMM 
CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" Diana squealed her delight. 

Danny's rampaging cock speared into her tube one more time and ... 
"AAAIIIIEEEE! RIGHT WITH YOU, MAMA, I'MMMM CUMMMIINNG." His body jerked and 
spasmed. His hot sticky cum shot home with a powerful stream. 

His sweaty body was pulled off his mother and cock in cunt parted with a 
loud sound of juicy suction-breaking. 

"It's party time, jacks, climb aboard!" 

Diana's body was lifted to a sitting position. Cum squirted out of her hole 
in the process. She was lowered asshole to slippery prick and pushed down 
hard! 

"Sonofabitch, take your time, guys, there's room and time for all of you! 
You don't have to tear me to pieces, you dumb shits!" That last little antic 
had hurt! 

She felt a large peter fill her vagina and begin to pump it to her rapidly. 
Balls swatted her squarely in the crack. The cock in her back hole jabbed 
away happily. Her mouth was pushed full of hard young boy cock. She started 
to suck it when she felt another lad thrust his over heated whang alongside 
the first dong in her mouth. Jeesus, she was so full of youthful pricks she 
thought her joy would cause her to explode! 

She did her best to give both whangs a fantastic blow-job. Her tongue 
whisked from tip to tip and back again! The boys helped by jabbing short 
little stabs with their throbbing pricks. Just as both of them were dumping 
their loads simultaneously into her mouth and she was gulping madly, two 
lads started sucking her rigid nipples. She was thrilled. AD those fresh, 
lusty prongs after her body. Wow! Fantastic! She was in heaven! 

"She's sluffing off! She could be givin' a couple of us hand jobs!" 

Two guys took her hands and placed them around their stiff rods. 

She fingered the stiff shafts for a minute and then began to pump them 
frantically. She milked them of all their fuck cream in a matter of minutes. 

The guys working her bottom shot off one after the other and cries of 
pleasure filled the trailer. 

"AAAIIIIEEEEE " 

"I'MMMMM CUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" 

SLOSH ... SLOOOSSSHHH ... SQUIIISSSHHHH ... IN AND OUT ... SSSLLLLOOOSSSHHH 
... IN AND OUT.... 

CUM RUNNING ... CUM OOZING ... cum SHOOTING ... Her mouth was filled with 
two more hard cocks ... pumping ... prodding ... gushing off ... 
squirting.... 

NIPPING AT NIPPLES ... SUCKING TITTIES.... 

HER HANDS PUMPED BEATING BOY PRICKS.... 

"DIANA! WHAT THE HELL'RE YOU DOING! " Paul appeared from the bedroom. 

"I'm having a ball! What the hell does it look like?" she screamed from 
behind two pricks that had just jerked from her mouth in surprise. 

"SONOFABITCH! WHAT ABOUT US?" He bellowed. 

"You have your hang-ups ... well, so do I! Come join the party!" 

"I will like hell! No little cocksucker's gonna grab onto my pecker!" he 
screamed. 

"No, oh dear no! You'd rather have your patients suck your cock!" 

"Listen, my little pig, at least I take on one at a time! " he sneered. 

"Try more than one ... it's more fun!" She could care less what he thought 
of her at this moment. SHE WAS HAVING A BALL! 

"Diana, get up off that floor this instant!" Paul demanded. 

"Now I can't do that! I HAVE A PRICK IN MY ASSHOLE, A COCK IN MY CUNT! I 
HAVE HOT LITTLE MOUTHS ON MY TITS, I HAVE TWO HANDFULS OF WHANG! NOW IF 
YOU'D SHUT UP, I'D HAVE PRECIOUS DONGS IN MY MOUTH! Do come and join us or 
watch for professional reasons ... or get lost. 

I LOVE THESE YOUNG LADS! I GOTTA GET FUCKED BY THEM OFTEN! I LOVE ... LOVE 
... YOUNG ... FRESH ... MEAT! I THRIVE ON IT! I MAY BE EVIL ... DEPRAVED ... 
WICKED, BUT I DON'T CARE!" 

Paul watched as two boys crammed her mouth full of stiff cock meat. He went 
and sat by her head, watching the boys spurt off their cum in her mouth. He 
watched her slurp and suck and lick and lap at their gushing pricks. 

"Diana, I love you! Don't let these boys ruin what we have. I can give you 
everything they can! Please, baby!" He was pleading with her. 

Two boys were working her holes violently. Her nipples were pulled into 
their mouths. Her hands jacked off a couple more lads. 

"I love you, too, Paul, but I can't get along without youth and young boy 
cocks every now and then. I REALLY GET TURNED ON BY THESE KIDS! I GOTTA HAVE 
THEM, PAUL! HEY, YOU GUYS, POKE A COUPLE OF WHANGS IN MY MOUTH!" She was 
begging for the whole treatment. 

"Shit, if I can't beat this, I may as well join you. I want you too much to 
let you go!" Paul said, watching two youths jab her mouth full of hot rods. 

Paul stripped off his clothes. "Come on, you youngsters, here's a cock to 
suck and an asshole to jab. Have at! I get a turn at Diana next! I'M GONNA 
BE HER HUSBAND AS OF TOMORROW! I GET HER HOLE AT LEAST ONCE TONIGHT!" 

Immediately two lads went to work on Dr. Brown. One little skinny boy 
latched onto his hard cock and gave him a bitchin' blow-job while another 
stuck it to his asshole. 

Diana was so happy! TOMORROW WAS HER WEDDING DAY! TONIGHT SHE WAS BEING 
SUCKED, FUCKED, RAMMED, JAMMED, WHAMMED AND BANGED BY HER YOUNG LOVERS. HER 
FUTURE HUSBAND, THE GOOD DOCTOR, WAS JOINING IN THE FUN! TOMORROW WAS TO BE 
HER WEDDING DAY! TOMORROW SHE WOULD BE MARRIED! TOMORROW ... TOMORROW ... 
TOMORROW.... 

She sucked away happily on the two cocks in her mouth! 


THE END
