A VERY GOOD DOG
By Jane Tanner


Foreword

Rebecca C----, 44, of ---- N. A---- Ave. was arrested Tuesday on charges of sexual assault
involving at least two male minors under sixteen-years-old.
She was arraigned in magistrate court Tuesday afternoon before Judge C---- M----, with
bond set at $1,000. She remains in the ---- County Jail in lieu of posting bond.

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The article above is reprinted almost word for word, exactly as it appeared recently in
the newspaper of an American town of about 42,000 population. The name of this town
does not matter, nor does the county or state in which it is located and so, in order to
spare Rebecca C further embarrassment and possible harassment, they have been
purposely omitted.
What is important are the facts of this case (or rather the charges) as they appeared in
public print. The article is genuine; the incident is true; the woman was arrested and
charged with sexual assault on not one but two young boys under the age of sixteen. It
happened in real life – at a time when Jane Tanner was already well into the writing of
this book, A Very Good Dog, the heroine of which could well be Rebecca C's fictional
counterpart. The judge in the article is personally known by Mrs. Tanner; Rebecca C is
not, although it is with her that her sympathies lie.
"The local laws are fuzzy and ridiculously antiquated concerning so-called sex crimes,"
Mrs. Tanner tells us. "Especially where women are involved. American ladies aren't
supposed to actively chase cock the way men chase pussy, you know. It's the same old
double standard. I strongly suspect that Rebecca C is guilty of nothing more than
giving two horny kids a good romp in the sack. Were she a man, the charges against
her would probably be statutory rape. The poor gal. I feel for her. It goes on all the
time, an older women with a young boy, or boys. Far as I'm concerned, Rebecca C's
crime was in getting caught. Now, even if the charges against her are dropped, she's
publicly disgraced because her full name and address appeared in the newspaper, and
this town's not all that big. It's a goddamned shame. A woman can't even give a couple
of kids a little nookie without risking her reputation in the community and maybe
losing her good name. And all because of the ball-busting Puritan Ethic that we
Americans say we deplore. But we still make our stupid sex laws from the idiotic morals
of it!" Ruth Dunn, the forty-four-year-old widow who stars in this novel, starts out with
all the inhibitions and moral restraints that beset so many of the ladies of her
generation. A virgin bride, she remained a good and faithful wife and mother until, as
the story opens, the love-starved widow finds herself facing temptation in the form of
an eight-year-old boy so plump and appealing that he becomes irresistible to her.
The boy, a mulatto, is temporarily in Ruth's care. Rendering assistance in the bath, she
washes his ears and back, then his uncircumcised penis. Her bottled-up desires rush to
the fore, overwhelm her, and she winds up masturbating the kid to his first orgasm.
Naturally, being the decent woman she is, Ruth is sorely ashamed of herself afterward.
Perhaps it would've all ended there if she hadn't also been left in such a state of arousal
that she had to secretly revert to schoolgirlish self-abuse, during which the huge
German shepherd she is also caring for catches the scent of her juiced-up cunt and,
undeterred by her horrified resistance, literally rapes the poor distressed woman. But
once the big dog starts humping it into her...
To reveal more at this point would be to spoil the incredibly sexy story which Jane
Tanner has so salaciously spun for your erotic enjoyment. Suffice it to say that if this
type of story is your meat, you will get plenty to eat in this book.

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Chapter 1

"Missus Dunn," the eight-year-old boy called from the bathroom. "I'm finished all
except my back. You can come wash it now."
Ruth smiled as she laid aside the dress into which she'd been hand-stitching a hem. It
was rather nice to be temporarily caring for a child again. Her own children, a boy and
a girl, were grown and gone. The last two years had been lonely ones for Ruth. Being
widowed at the age of forty-two – her trucker husband had been killed when he lost
control of his semi trying to avoid a crash with a school bus in Texas – was a shock
that Ruth hadn't completely gotten over yet.
As Ruth rose from the couch, Pard, the huge German shepherd that'd made her even
more reluctant to rent the furnished apartment to the Colsons, got up off the rug,
shook himself and followed her from the room. But she had no regrets now, and Pard
had turned out to be an affectionate dog, as well-behaved as Pamela Colson had
promised he was.
"What's the matter, Pard?" Ruth asked, when the dog drew alongside her and rubbed
his head against her thigh. Walking on, she reached down to pet the sad-eyed animal.
"Do you think your master and mistress have deserted you and little Afton?"
"Woof," barked the dog, as if he understood her and was asking for an explanation.
"Well, you can just relax. They'll be back from Saint Louis in a little over two weeks,
and I'll be taking care of you while they're gone."
The black and tan German shepherd licked her hand. Ruth chuckled and, wiping her
hand on her print housedress, moved on toward the bathroom.
He sat in the tub, smiling up at her as she entered. "You're the bestest landlady we ever
had. I'm glad Mama left me and Pard here with you instead of takin' us to Grandma's
house."
"Why, thank you Affie. What a nice thing to say, though I doubt your grandparents
would appreciate it. Don't you like to visit them?"
"Yeah, I do, but I would'a had to miss school," he said, still looking up at her, swishing
water between his pudgy legs, completely and naturally at ease.
She'd thought he might be embarrassed by his nudity. He wasn't. But Ruth was.
Unexpectedly so. He was a darling little boy with kinky, close-cropped hair and satiny
skin the color of coffee with cream. His mother was white, from England, his father a
Negro sergeant stationed at nearby Cannon Air Force Base.
Ruth knelt beside the tub, took the washcloth and began soaping it. "Most boys would
be glad to miss school."
"Not me. I like it."
"You don't like to wash your ears though, do you?"
He grinned sheepishly. "I was hopin' you wouldn't notice."
"Then you should've at least wet them," she laughed. "That's what my boy used to do.
Not that it did him any good. Mothers are wise to all the tricks, and they can spot a
dirty ear, dry or wet. Now hold still."
Grimacing, the plump mulatto boy did his best to hold still while the even plumper
middle-aged white woman gave his ears a thorough scrubbing. The dog sat close by, his
head cocked, watching.
It was impossible not to notice the child's pretty little peter bobbing in the water
between his squirming legs. Ruth tried not to look, but the immature organ kept
drawing her gaze. Perhaps because he was uncircumcised. Or was it because his small
penis was surprisingly darker than the rest of his light brown body? It reminded her of
a fat Tootsie Roll chewed down to the last inch with the front tapered from sucking,
though it wasn't quite that dark and chocolate-toned.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked when she'd finished rubbing and gouging
at his ears.
"Not too bad," Affie said grudgingly. "You sure did wash 'em hard, though. Harder
than Mama even."
"I guess you'll survive," Ruth said, looking up quickly, blushing when he caught her
staring absently at his appealing young pecker. "Anyway, your ears are nice and clean.
Now lean over so I can soap your back good."
Obediently the eight-year-old leaned forward. Ruth washed his warm back clear down
to the upper slopes of his boyish buttocks. Then she rinsed the soap off his ears and
back.
"Okay, cutie pie, I guess we're done."
He gave her a glance that was half-smile, half-frown. "Nobody but Mama ever calls me
that."
"I know. I've heard her. She's right, too. You are a cutie pie. You don't mind if I call
you that, too, do you?"
He grinned and shook his head. Ruth smiled. Impulsively she kissed his cheek.
"You're such a sweet little boy."
Ruth felt more affectionate than she had in ages. What was there about Affie that made
her want to cuddle him? The motherly instinct that'd lain dormant for so long, she
supposed. He aroused that in her, all right, but something else too. This was not her
child, and being in the bathroom with the nude youngster made her feel oddly and
inexplicably excited. She did not understand it. Why did she feel so warm and loving
toward him all of a sudden?
He stood up.
"Did you wash your doodad?" she heard herself asking. His little boy's genitals,
dripping bath water, stared her right in the face now.
"Huh? My what?"
"Your dingus," she said. "This little fellow." She didn't know what made her do it, but
she reached out and touched his peter with the ball of her extended forefinger. "Did
you wash him?"
"Oh, you mean my goober." He was too young and innocent to know that he ought to
be embarrassed. "Yeah, I did."
"Show me."
"Huh?"
"Skin him back so I can see if you got him good and clean," Ruth said. She didn't know
what was making her carry on this way. By the time her son was Affie's age, she was
still washing his ears and back for him but had long since stopped insisting on a peter
inspection because of their mutual embarrassment. "I raised a son, so I know how boys
neglect themselves. Doesn't your mother check your dingus, same as your ears?"
The kid shook his head. "I don't ever remember Mama doin' that." It wasn't an
argument. He took hold of his tiny organ with his thumb and forefinger and skinned it
back for her.
Behind the glans lay a ring of whitish smegma. The odor of his unclean dickhead
wafted pungently into Ruth's discerning nostrils. The sex scent made her feel somewhat
lightheaded.
"You fibbed to me, didn't you?"
"Huh-uh! I did wash it!"
"Not under the hood, you didn't."
"Am I supposed to? There?"
"Of course. Especially there."
"I didn't know."
"Well, now you do."
"You want me to wash it?"
"I'll do it for you," Ruth said, seizing the excuse to get her hands on his privates.
"Someone has to show you how to wash him, and I guess I'm elected."
Ruth was kidding herself and the boy. Strange things were happening inside her. It
would've been an easy matter to give him verbal instructions and watch to make sure he
carried them out, but she wanted to fondle that darling appendage herself.
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness, young man," Ruth said sternly to conceal her sense of
mounting excitement. "Do you see that goo that's collected on the glans of your, ah,
penis, and behind it, too? Well, it's got to come off. Every speck of it. And you should
wash your doodad every day, even if you don't need a whole bath, so that filthy stuff
won't build up like this again. Here, smell it."
She swiped off with the ball of her index finger some of the peter butter lying in a ring
behind his tufted corona, and she stuck it right under his cutely pugged nose.
"Yuk," he said, making a face.
"Indeed," she said, but when she brought the smegma-smeared finger below her own
nose and sniffed testingly at it, she hadn't the slightest urge to make a face or say
anything disparaging. Just the opposite, in fact, for the cocky aroma of the nasty
substance stung her mature nostrils in a most delightful way. To the widow's dismay,
she discovered that she LIKED the peculiar fragrance.
This came as quite a shock to the forty-four-year-old woman, who'd gone to the altar a
virgin and never experienced a single vulgar moment in all the years of her happy if not
sexually satisfying marriage. An inner trembling possessed her.
My stars! she thought, sneaking another inhalation of the kid's distinctive sex scent.
What's happening to me?!
"Turn around," she said. "Hand me the soap."
As he turned, Ruth gave in to the most sudden and unspeakably perverted urge of her
entire life. Her heart skipped a beat when she quickly, without realizing she was going
to do it, stuck her finger in her mouth and licked off the small amount of pecker
cheese.
MMMMM! she moaned silently, shivering reflexively as the tangy flavor seeped
through the pink pores of her tongue and tingled her taste buds.
Good, grief, what am I doing?! Whatever possessed me to do such a vile thing as that?!
Ruth couldn't answer her own question but, try as she did, there was no denying the
lewd thrill spreading through her. In spite of where it'd come from, or perhaps because
of where it'd come from, the boyish peter butter was in no way offensive to her palate.
On the contrary, for the taste of it excited Ruth even more than had the smell. She
thought she was going to faint, wondered if she might be losing her mind! It was so
nasty, what she'd done, but nice!
Fermentations of unwanted desire bubbled within the sperm-starved loins of the love
hungry widow. This is crazy! Absolutely crazy! railed her spinning brain, and her
inherent decency rushed to the fore.
When Affie turned around with the bar of soap in his hand, Ruth's finger was clean but
not her tongue. Her cheeks were flushed. Even though the boy didn't suspect what
she'd done, Ruth felt dirty and ashamed. She couldn't imagine what had come over her!
"What's the matter, Missus Dunn?" Affie asked worriedly.
"No-nothing."
"But you look different, and your face is red! Are you sick?"
"Just a hot flush," she lied. The menopause, with all its suffering, was several months
behind her.
"Just a what?"
' "Nothing. Just a spell. It isn't anything for a little boy like you to know about, much
less be concerned with. I'm all right now."
"You scared me."
"It was nothing. Forget it."
She took the soap, lathered the washcloth with it, then leaned across the tub and
replaced the bar in the soap dish herself. Her hands were shaking visibly as she skinned
back his diminutive organ and, holding the stem between thumb and forefinger, began
cleansing the glans with only the thickness of the washcloth separating it from her
working fingers.
He giggled.
"Hush."
He giggled again, and began squirming.
"Be still," Ruth scolded. "And hush up that giggling."
"I can't help it, Missus Dunn. It tickles!"
Laughing aloud, he drew back, and her fingers lost the soap-slippery tube of spongy
tissue. In exasperation she looked up, but instead of scolding him she emitted a chuckle
of her own. Now that Ruth had regained her composure, she found the situation,
innocent enough except for that one upsetting moment of unexplainable passion on her
part, rather amusing, too.
"You think it's funny, do you?"
"Kind of."
"So do I, cutie pie," she admitted. "All right, let's get on with it. Try to hold still for me
while I finish washing your dingus, huh? Another minute and we'll be all through."
"I'll try," he promised.
All she had left to do was rinse the soap off his penis. "That's a good boy." She patted
his leg, then ignored him while she reached down into the tub, swishing the washcloth
through the water, squeezing it repeatedly to get all the soap out of it.
Oh, no, she thought, when she looked up. He's getting an erection!
His peter had doubled in size. Covered with soap, it stood out straight as an arrow,
about two inches long now, and it was still growing swiftly, swelling and lifting.
"What's wrong with my goober, Missus Dunn?" The anxious tone of the eight-yearold's 
voice matched the worried expression on his face as he stared down in frightened
bewilderment at his inflating rod.
"You're getting an, ah, an erection," Ruth told him, and she found herself pausing to
admire the uplifting young appendage. She didn't want to see it this way, getting fat
and hard, but she couldn't seem to look away. The forbidden sight caused her
perplexing excitement to return; Ruth didn't want this, either, but there was nothing
she could do about it.
"I'm gettin' what?!" Affie gasped. "What is it... a disease?!"
"Oh, no, honey, it's not a disease. In fact, it's perfectly normal, nothing at all to worry
about. Do you mean to tell me you've never had an erection before?"
"No, Ma'am!"
"Not even sometimes in the morning... when you wake up needing to pee real bad?"
He thought about that for a moment. "Yeah, I guess so. Sort of. But not like this. This
feels different! It never got this big... or hard! I'm scared, Missus Dunn! Is it gonna
bust?!"
"Oh, Affie, no, it isn't going to burst!" She couldn't help laughing, though she knew it
was a very serious matter to the naive lad. "It's going to be fine... just fine."
His little dingus is so cute! she thought secretly. I've got to touch it... hold it for a
minute! What can it hurt?
The object of her womanly fascination had grown to a length of perhaps three inches. It
was a truly handsome organ, fatter than one that short really ought to be, she thought,
noticing how proudly it stood at an upward angle from his protuberant, completely
hairless pubic mound, below which hung the wrinkled skin bag containing his bird's
egg-size testicles.
"Oh my, it is hard, isn't it?" she cooed as she wrapped her fingers around the soapy
shaft. An illicit thrill rippled through her as she gave his fully erected penis a fond
squeeze, asking solicitously, "Does that help? My holding it this way?"
He nodded and let out a plaintive little whimper.
Father in heaven, what am I doing?! the heretofore properly behaving widow woman
moaned inwardly, her hazel eyes staring in disbelief as her hand, which seemed to have
a mind of its own, began moving slowly up and down. Her intention had been to
merely hold his dick, nothing more, and here she was stroking it lasciviously! Oh,
nooh... NOOO!
Abruptly she jerked her hand away.
"Don't stop, Missus Dunn!" His high-pitched voice came to her as if through a fog.
"Do it some more! That felt good!"
Dear Lord! she thought. What have I gotten myself into?!
As Ruth saw it, she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. She hadn't meant
to actually fondle his pulsating peter. But she had. And he'd liked it. He wanted more.
How could she refuse without explaining the sordidness of what she'd done, and how
sinful it would be for her to continue? She couldn't. Not with an intelligent, naturally
inquisitive child like Affie. But if she went on, it would get better and better for him. He
would keep at her until she took him all the way. He didn't know what it would lead
to, because he was too young and sexually ignorant, but she knew! If she went ahead
and masturbated him to orgasm – and she halfway wanted to; God help her but she
did! What would he think of her then? Would he tell his parents? Either way, he
probably would, his mother, at least. She and the boy were very close.
Pam will never forgive me! Ruth fretted. I'll die of shame!
"Please do it some more! My goober's hurtin'!"
The anguished cry rang obscenely in Ruth's ears. Inadvertently she had created lust
where it'd never existed before – in the pristinely innocent body of a little eight-year
old child of God! How would she be able to live with herself after this? By all that was
holy and decent, she should smash her guilty hand against the bathtub, break its bones
so that it would sin no more.
"Yes... all right... Ill do it some more!" she whined, her breast starting to ache
deliciously as a melange of utterly conflicting emotions welled up like a raging tornado
inside her.
Suddenly she had him by the stem and was running her hand up and down it.
"OOOH!" he sighed.
"IS THAT GOOD, AFFIE? DOES IT FEEL GOOD?"
"GOOD!"
She couldn't seem to help herself. Faster and faster she jacked him off, her lewd
excitement mushrooming by the second.
He's just a little boy! she told herself. He'll forget all about this in a day or two! By the
time Pam and Burl get back, he won 't even remember it!
Never in all her life had Ruth done anything so daring and downright vulgar as this
but, Lord, what a charge it gave her. It was as if her mind were addled and some lustful
demon had taken possession of her. She couldn't turn loose of the little boy's soapy
dick, didn't want to. Her hand held it tightly, moving up and down, up and down.
"OOOH... AAAHH!" Affie sighed, his body trembling involuntarily, his big brown eyes
narrowing down till he was peering out through mere slits.
The dog, hearing the boy's mournful outcries, began whining. He appeared puzzled by
what was happening. His subhuman mentality was not sufficient for a clear
understanding. He became nervous, his head tilting this way and that, his concerned
eyes watching and weighing. His tail couldn't decide whether to wag or remain still.
Had the woman been hurting the child, he would've attacked her, but Affie's wordless
utterances told of pleasure not pain.
Ruth's heart thumped against her rib cage. She could scarcely get her breath. I'm
jacking him off! a voice within her squealed, an immoral voice that she'd never heard
before. Jacking him off! Jacking him off!
"OOHHH... MISSUS DUNNNN... OOOUUUU!" Affie cried, shivering with the near
agony of the preorgasmic tightenings taking hold in his loins. "WHY DOES IT...
HURT SO... GOOODDD?!!"
"IT'S SUPPOSED TO!" she hissed, her eyes gleaming wildly. "I'M JACKING YOU
OFF! YOU'RE ABOUT TO CUM! I CAN TELL... BY THE WAY IT'S THROBBING!
DO IT! CUM! IT'S LOVELY! THEY SAY IT IS ANYWAY! CUM, CUM! I WANT
YOU TO!"
Affie tried to ask another question, but his voice failed him. He was teetering on the
brink of his first climax ever. It felt like a hundred fishhooks were embedded in his
lower belly, each with a line running out to the head of his goober, and she kept
tugging on the lines and it hurt sooo good!
"UUNNN, UUNNN!" He could barely breathe now. His guts were knotting up. The
room seemed to be spinning crazily around him.
"CUM, CUM, CUM!" Ruth chanted mindlessly, flogging his ferally erected pecker as if
there were no tomorrow, and in her passion-dazed mind there wasn't. The here and
now, that's all that mattered.
She was literally down on her knees in sin after a lifetime of figuratively standing
morally erect. Abusing a sweet little mulatto boy. Corrupting him. Blatantly stroking
his prick to give him wicked, forbidden pleasure. Enjoying it tremendously herself. Dear
God, she'd never dreamed lust could strike so swiftly and become so completely
overpowering!
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" he singsonged, his head hanging down, mouth agape.
Any second now. She could tell by the erratic twitching of his precious organ. Her hand
detected the familiar pulsations, just as her vagina had detected them in her deceased
husband's penis many times in the past. The heralding of the male climax. It was
glorious. Never failed to excite her. She loved to give pleasure. Used to long for a cum
of her own so she would know at last, just once in her life, the true ecstasy that seemed
to explode within her husband at that final frantic moment.
"UUUNNNN... UNG, UNG!" the panting child grunted instinctively when the damn
of pressure within him burst, setting loose a veritable flood of boiling bliss.
"YOU'RE CUMMING! OH GOD, YOU'RE CUMMING!" Ruth husked, as the stem
of boyish rigidity twitched out of control and began pounding rhythmically within her
sinful hand. "IS IT GOOD, AFFIE?!"
"AAAHHHHH!!!" he sighed.
"TELL ME, CUTIE PIE! TELL ME HOW IT FEELS!"
"OOOOHHHHH!!!" he groaned.
It was a letdown for Ruth. Sex always had been. She could get so hot, enjoy it just so
much, and then...
Wordlessly she rinsed the soap off the boy's shriveling penis, feeling terribly guilty now
that it was over, half resenting the pleasure she'd given him, just as over the years she'd
come to resent her husband's pleasure. Because it was denied her, no matter how
desperately she strived to attain it.
She glanced up at the contented visage of the naked little boy. "What's the matter, cat
got your tongue?"
He was still in the afterglow of orgasmic wonderland. All he could manage was a grin
and a shrug.
Say something, damn it! she felt like screaming because of her shame and frustration.
Ruth stood up, helped him out of the tub and handed him a towel. "Dry yourself off.
Get ready for bed."


Chapter 2

With Affie and Pard asleep, the boy in his bed and the dog on a throw rug beside it,
Ruth resumed work on the dress in the front room of her small apartment on the other
side of the old but well – kept house that she'd grown up in. It was a party dress for a
high school girl. She'd promised the girl's mother it would be ready the following
afternoon, and Ruth always made it a point to complete each project with several hours
to spare. This was more than a matter of pride, for she needed the money she earned as
a dressmaker. It afforded her a few luxuries she otherwise would not have been able to
buy.
A widow with grown children, a housewife who's never worked, gets no pension from
her husband's social security until she reaches retirement age herself. In her
bereavement as a newly widowed woman, that'd come as quite a shock to Ruth.
Especially since his life insurance – which had seemed adequate when he'd taken it out
early in their marriage – had been nearly half consumed by the exorbitant funeral
expenses of laying him to rest perhaps more grandly than his station in life had called
for. In the numbness of her sorrow she'd been taken advantage of by the glib-tongued
funeral director, sold burial frills that she could ill afford.
Thank goodness there'd been life insurance included in the payments on their new
home and car which had paid them both off free and clear. The car that Ruth was still
driving. The home she'd wanted so long and had been so proud of when she finally got
it. Sold now. Along with the furniture she'd collected, polished and cherished. With the
money she'd bought a duplex, the rents from which provided the major part of her
meager income.
Back into the house of her girlhood Ruth had retreated. An only child, she'd inherited
it when her mother passed away. For a solid month she'd scrubbed and painted. She
and her husband had been renting the old house out, and it was a mess. But she
restored it and, with the aid of carpenters, electricians and plumbers, modified it. Now
it contained two furnished apartments, the small one Ruth lived in and the larger one
she rented out. Three doors connected the two apartments, each lockable on either side.
Generally they remained locked. They stood open now, however, and would continue
standing open until the Colsons returned. As a favor to Pam – the young
Englishwoman who'd tearfully begged for the apartment, claiming that no one would
rent to her in this small town because her husband was a Negro – Ruth had agreed to
sleep in her bed and take care of her son while Pam and Burl were away. Ruth hardly
knew Burl, the handsome black sergeant who came and went quietly in his air force
uniform, minding his own business and hoping that others would do the same. But
Pam, with her funny English accent and ingratiating ways, had wormed her way into
Ruth's kind heart. The small white English girl with the big black husband was now
Ruth's friend as well as her tenant.
It was nearly midnight when Ruth finished the party dress to her satisfaction. She
always did her very best. Her reputation as a dressmaker was growing via word of
mouth and she wanted it to continue. She'd never worked outside the home. Sewing
was the only salable skill she possessed.
Ruth took a nice hot shower in the tiny new bathroom she'd had installed in her
apartment and then got dressed for bed. Her mules slapping lightly at her pink heels,
she padded into Pam and Burl's bedroom dressed in her quilted robe, and paused to
look about. She felt uncomfortable at the prospect of sleeping in the young married
couple's bed. Was it because Burl was a Negro? Ruth couldn't honestly say, but she
hoped not. He was a good man, decent, respectable. Did she still harbor some
prejudice? Yes, she couldn't deny it. But for niggers not Negroes. There was a
difference, a big difference. Pam and Burl were as clean and neat as any couple Ruth
had ever known.
Suddenly it dawned on her. Her sense of uneasiness was mostly due to what she'd done
to their son. God, she felt guilty about that. Dirty, too. The shower hadn't helped that
feeling much. Why had she masturbated the boy? What had come over her to make her
do such a disgraceful thing? Ruth gave a hopeless shrug. There was no logical
explanation for her lapse of decency. And no excuse, either. Would Affie tell his mother
what she'd done? If he did, would Pam have her arrested? Ruth couldn't blame the
woman if she did. It'd been wrong, insane. She deserved to be punished. Publicly
disgraced. But it would ruin her. She hoped Affie would keep his mouth shut. Maybe he
would, if she talked to him just right. Or would it be best to keep her own mouth shut?
Perhaps she could buy his silence. A kid his age would do most anything for a dollar. If
she gave him five, or maybe even ten, would that seal his lips and conceal her wickedly
wanton sin?
She turned out the lights and climbed into bed. Strange odors, mild but clearly
discernible, drifted into her nostrils. Pam's perfume. A pleasant masculine scent that
could only be Burl's. The sheets were fresh. Ruth had helped Pam change them before
the couple had left for the Masters and Johnson sex clinic in Saint Louis.
The blanket? Is that where their faint odors are coming from? No, the pillows, she
decided.
She could picture Pam and Burl in their motel room. Nervous. Awkward. Like
strangers. Hoping to save their marriage. Eager to get on with the program and solve
their sex problems. Pam was too slow and Burl too quick. That was their problem, from
Pam's point of view.
"He's got a nice dick, Ruthie," the young wife had said. "Big and strong. It fills me
completely. But he's like a rabbit. He hardly ever lasts over ten seconds tops, once he
gets it in."
A big strong dick, Ruth thought now. Probably black as coal, too.
She'd heard the couple making love more than once. Not intentionally. The way the
noises drifted through and under the door, when she was in her own bed, awake, it was
impossible not to hear them. It was exciting to hear. Every time. Their sexual
intercourse itself, as Pam had said, didn't last long. Burl grunting and groaning. The
bedsprings creaking like crazy. From this Ruth knew that Burl was too rough as well as
too quick for Pamela.
"Suck it, baby!"
Ruth had been half asleep the first time she'd heard Burl say that. It woke her up in a
hurry. Unable to believe that a modest young lady like Pam would do such a perverted
thing, she'd gotten out of bed, tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear against it.
"Mmm... smack, slurp!"
Pam had been sucking it, all right, and apparently enjoying it, too. It'd given Ruth the
shivers. A white woman, with a black man's dirty dick in her mouth! But he was her
husband and Ruth told herself it was none of her business. They were married. In their
own bedroom. But it still seemed vulgar to Ruth, and more than a little exciting, too.
As she lay there alone in the couple's bed, recalling the sex acts she'd heard them
engaging in on the very mattress beneath her, the sexual arousal which had never
completely dissipated from her shameless behavior with Affie in the bathroom began
returning little by little.
She tried to shut off her salacious thoughts but couldn't. Ever since her menopause, sex
had been crowding its way into her mind. Tonight, it was virtually all she could think
about. The boy's prick, small and beautifully formed, Light-milk-chocolate brown. The
father's, big and strong, coal black. Her husband's, God rest his soul, average-sized,
white and slightly curved, screwing into her, giving her pleasure and excitement but
never fulfillment.
It's so unfair! Men get the best of sex! Women have the babies and problems! Half of
them live out their entire lives without ever having a climax! Like me! Goddamn it, like
me! Why can't I cum! It's part of life! Ought to be! One of the best parts! Life... it's
passing me by! I've only existed, never really lived! And where's the satisfaction in it,
the way I live now! No husband or children! Scraping by! Making dresses! Renting
apartments! Cleaning them like a scrubwoman so I can rent them again! There's no end
to it! And no joy!
Sleep wouldn't come. Ruth tossed and turned fitfully, the old springs protesting the
extra twenty-five pounds she'd gained over the years. She was five-foot-three, small
boned and quite plump at a hundred-and-forty pounds. But still an attractive woman
for her age, despite the crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes and the silver-gray 
liberally sprinkled through her shoulder-length brunette hair.
Men had made passes at her, both before and after her husband's death. So far she'd
not dated. As a widow, she felt vulnerable and defenseless. Pushovers. Widows and
divorcees. That's what everybody said, thought, made off-color jokes about. It was
unfair, cruel, a lie. She was no pushover! She could take care of herself! But lately, and
tonight especially...
Dear Lord, am I losing my mind? What's wrong with me? Sex was never all that
important! I could take it or leave it! Why is it becoming important to me now... when
I can't do anything about it?
But there was something she could do. Something she'd briefly experimented with and
then given up because of the guilt it'd caused nearly thirty years ago. She resisted the
urge toward self-abuse. It was an abomination in God's eyes, and besides, it hadn't been
all that great even when she was a young teenaged girl. It'd been pleasant enough, yes,
but she'd always stopped short of orgasm, feeling guilty and demented, fearing that the
swirling sensations within her would carry her away and cause her to lose touch with
reality.
Was that why? Oh, God, was that why she'd never cummed during her married life –
because she'd trained herself not to as a girl?! Maybe. But more importantly, was it too
late now?!
A woman who fears life is passing her by will resort to desperate measures in order to
obtain a little bit of satisfaction, sexual or otherwise, and even a basically decent woman
like Ruth is no exception. Damn the consequences, she had to know. It was time to
explore her capacity for sensuality, as she should've done but didn't out of shame when
she was in her early teens.
Squirming about, she drew her nightgown up around her waist. She put her shaking
hand between her legs and willfully touched herself for the sole purpose of seeking
pleasure. The nylon crotch-band of her step-ins felt warm and damp as she cupped her
clefted mound and began rubbing her hairy hole.
"Mmm, mmm!"
Ruth rubbed harder, faster. It did feel good! Right from the start! And it got better and
better!
The crotch of her underpants became slimy and slick as the material soaked up the
viscous fluids seeping from her long-suffering, sex-starved vagina.
"Oh, God!"
She stripped off her nylon briefs. Desiring penetration, she spread her legs wider apart
and gradually inserted the middle finger of her right hand palm – deep into the silky
softness of her feverish, slippery-wet sheath.
"Aaaah!"
The lonely widow started fucking herself with her finger, imitating the action that her
husband's phallus had once performed. It was lovely. Highly titillating. But her finger
wasn't big enough. She added her index finger and stroked them both voluptuously in
and out of her furry crack, the brownish labia of which were blood-engorged, swollen
and slick with her free-flowing cuntal juices.
"Ooooh!"
It was wonderful. She was burning up, thrashing about in the bed. The tension
building.
There, there! she thought hazily, her brain dulled by the heat of her passion. Oh, nooo!
It's slipping away! Come back! Come back! I want to cum! Need to!
Ruttishly she inserted another finger and fucked herself like a fiend with all three of
them. From under the cover she could hear the lewd squishing sounds as she plunged
her fingers deep and hard into her burning, itching sex slot.
It went on and on. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty.
Oh God, oh God!
She came so close, time and time again, but she couldn't turn loose. Something
wouldn't let her. It was maddening. Enough to drive her insane.
More, more! an immoral voice within her cried. Get something hard inside you!
Something round and long as a cock!
Pam's hairbrush! The one she'd brought from England. Ruth remembered commenting
on what a big round handle it had. They'd laughed.
"Phallic symbolism, I guess," Pam had admitted blushingly.
Had she taken it to Saint Louis with her? Hoping that she hadn't, Ruth kicked back the
cover, swung out of bed and hurried across the room to the mirrored dresser. She
switched on a lamp. The top of the dresser was almost bare. No hairbrush of any size.
She opened a drawer. Burl's shorts and T-shirts. Quickly she shut the drawer and
pulled out another. It contained feminine underthings, nothing more, the few half slips,
bras and pairs of panties that Pam had left behind. There was no sign of the hairbrush
Ruth wanted. Pam must've taken it with her.
But wait! What was that in the back of the drawer? Something pink and round. Peeking
out at the right rear corner from under a folded half slip. Was it? Could it be?
Ruth brushed aside the half slip. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat. It
was!
One of those vulgar things that Ruth had seen advertised by small, lesser known mail
order houses! She'd toyed with the idea of buying one herself after she read an article in
a reputable women's magazine by a well-known marriage counselor, stating they could
be useful in helping nonorgasmic women like herself. But she'd been too embarrassed
to order it. Then the ads for the gadgets had disappeared and it'd been too late.
Evidently Pam had bought one. Or maybe Burl had bought it for her, so she wouldn't
be left hanging after he'd cum off too quick. Either way, there it was, right in Pam's
lingerie drawer. Pink plastic and bullet-shaped. A battery-powered vibrator closely
resembling the size and shape of a man's erected penis!
It was too good to be true. As if God understood her plight and had provided the
fulfilling instrument for her use on this night of all love-hungry nights. The batteries!
She fumbled, figured out how to turn it on.
Buzzzzzz!
Yes, they were all right. The batteries worked. They did, they did! Ruth switched the
vibrator off, then the lamp and, shivering with anticipation, she stole back across the
room.
Under the cover, her nightgown bunched around her waist, she spread her legs and
wedged the rounded tip of the gadget's tapering end between the hair-ringed flanges of
her secretion-oozing sex slot. It was harder than a man, and felt refreshingly cool.
Holding her breath, she inserted the penis substitute gradually and cautiously. One
inch.
Two. Three. Her slippery brown pussy petals opened stretchingly around it, eagerly
swallowing the broadening pink tube of projectile-like plastic device. Four inches. Five.
Six.
"Oouuu!"
An illicit thrill darted through her as the cool tip nudged the hot tissue of her sensitive
cervix. That was deep enough. Her hands trembled between her legs as her fingers
worked in concert toward the salacious task she'd set for them. With left thumb and
forefinger she held the last half inch of the vibrator's barrel itself; with the right she
twisted its screw-cap base to the on position.
Purrrrr!
It could hardly be heard. The sound was muffled by her flesh. But it was running, and
inside her now, deep inside her, jiggling and dancing about, tickling the very mouth of
her womb in the most tantalizing manner.
"OOOOHHH... MMMMMM!"
This was different from having intercourse with her husband. But good. Oh yes, very,
very good! The absence of thrusting was what the middle-aged widow noticed in
particular, but it wasn't as if anything were missing. Indeed not, for the gentle but
rapid-fire vibrations – hundreds of them per second, it felt like-were delightful in and of
themselves.
She took hold of the vibrator's base and drew it out slowly, the buzzing noise it made
increasing bit by bit as the secretion-coated instrument departed from her sound
absorbing body. With only an inch or two remaining inside her, she paused, gritting
her teeth against the delicious vibratory stimulation the ingenious gadget imparted to
the grateful vestibule of her mature, densely haired snatch. The apparatus that provided
the vibrations – an offset weight that spun round and around – was located in the front
part of the gismo. It was only this section of the woman-pleasing tool that was inside
her at the moment. The vibrations were stronger at the tip of it. She could feel them
keenly as the incessantly shaking rounded end jiggled within the fluttering circle of her
nerve-rich labia minora.
"UUNNN, UUNNN!" she grunted, her fleshy rump wriggling expectantly and her red
lips drawing back over her white teeth.
Gripping the base, she salaciously sank six of the vibrator's seven inches back into her
tingling sex tunnel.
"HUUU!" she hooted involuntarily as the jiggling pink plastic tip bumped the sensitive
neck of her pear-shaped uterus.
In and out she worked it, slowly at first, then faster and faster, her hair-fringed labia
majora clinging quiveringly to the penetrating shaft.
The sensations were building, becoming more maddening by the second.
Let it happen! she prayed. Let it HAPPEN!
Her pussy was nice and juicy. Finger-fucking herself for so long had her primed for the
big O that had always eluded her in the past. She wanted it now. God, how she wanted
it! She was getting closer and closer. The swirling sensations were sweeping out from
her loins, enveloping her in a hazy fog of lust.
Don't let it slip away! Oh, please, please! Not this time! I've never been this close
before! Let me HAVE IT! This once! Just this once! I want it so bad! Need it! Please,
please, PLEASE!
It was impossible to lie still. Ruth thrashed about, the bedsprings squeaking beneath her
as she pumped the vibrating dildo – Yes, that's what it is! A dildo! A DILDO! –
furiously in and out other dribbling twat.
On and on. Minutes that seemed like hours. She was so close, closer than ever before,
but...
OH LORD! she moaned inwardly, her tonguetip lapping absently at the beads of sweat
forming on her tremulous upper lip. WHY CAN'T I TURN LOOSE? IT'S TORTURE!
DAMN IT, DAMN IT! I CAN'T... TAKE THIS... MUCH LONGER! SO KEYED UP!
I'M GOING TO EXPLODE... INTO LITTLE TINY BITS! NOW, NOW... OOOH...
OH, NO, IT'S SLIPPING AA WWAA YYYU!
Her sweltering loins felt as if they were literally ablaze, and were so swollen and
congested with the hot blood of desire that they ached throbbingly. Ruth thought she
would go stark raving mad!
And then it happened for the forty-four-year-old woman. By virtue of a fortunate
accident, as it were. The base of the bullet-shaped vibrator had become slippery with
her copious cuntal secretions. Her blanched fingers lost their grip on it during an
outstroke, and her blood-engorged sex muscles expulsed the instrument completely out
of her pulsating puss.
"OH, NOOH!" she whined.
Buzzing droningly, it fell to the mattress between her legs. Quickly she grabbed it up
and, in her haste to reinsert the sex-slick tool, she inadvertently missed the entrance to
her penile sheath and jabbed the jiggling tip of it into the inverted V at the top of her
fluted elliptical opening. The earth did a flip-flop the instant it touched the raw-red
glans of her tender, blood-glutted clitoris.
"OOOUUUU!" she wailed and, shaking like a leaf from the top of her head to the tips
of her dainty toes, she held the business end of the vibrating dildo tightly against her
tiny finger of febrile womanflesh, the very seat of all feminine responsiveness.
In less than a second the direct stimulation of her pleasure button did the trick.
"OHJESUSGOD!" she moaned.
A vortex of swirling bliss sucked her down, down, down, into a red-velvet whirlpool of
physical rapture so great she wouldn't have believed it possible had it not been flooding
over her.
"I'M CUMMING!" she bleated, as if she still couldn't believe the blessed event was
finally happening to her. "I AM, I AM! ACTUALLY CUMMING! OOOHHHH! I'M
CCCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!" There was nothing in Ruth's past experience to
compare it with. Cumming was... was wonderful! Glorious! Divine!
"NNNAAAHHHHHH!!!" She shoved all seven inches of the heaven-sent tool up her
spasming snatch and held it in with her palm pressed firmly over her fluttering hairy
crack.
"OHH, OHH... OOOOHHHHHHHH!!" she moaned huskily, her legs shaking and
her perspiration-dampened torso shuddering ecstatically.
The rounded tip of the shaft rested against the very mouth of her orgasmically
contracting womb, sending thousands of vibrations that felt prickly hot now into that
most feminine of all her female organs. She was going off! At last she was going off
and, my God, she couldn't believe how good it felt! She hadn't dreamed it would be this
fantastic!
"NNN, NNN... OOOOUUUUUUU!!!" It was ten times better than she'd dared hope it
might be. The entire floor of her pelvis was jerking and twitching!
"AAAAGGG AAAHHHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally, her head digging into the
pillow as it rolled rapturously from side to side.
Despite the intensity of her first-ever orgasm, it wasn't enough to satisfy Ruth. She'd
been hungering for it for years and years, had waited far too long to get it, so far as she
was concerned. Now that she'd found the key and unlocked the climactic door, the joy
of sex no longer remained a mystery to her. She wanted more of the same, much, much
more!
And she had it, too, so many glorious cums that she lost count. All she had to do was
lie there for a few pleasant moments with the cock-shaped vibrator purring away inside
her pleasured pussy, and let the bittersweet tension build to a preorgasmic ache, then
touch it to her reerected, hotly throbbing clit and she was off again, hurtling over the
precipice into the seemingly bottomless abyss of another mind-bogging cum.
The sex-starved widow abused herself for well over an hour, having herself a virtual
orgy, reveling in the sinful pleasures of the flesh as she willfully and wantonly explored
her capacity for carnal enjoyment.
Apparently she had no saturation point, so great was the yearning that'd built up in her
over the years. She probably would've gone on pleasuring herself all night if the
batteries hadn't run down to the point where the sporadic bursts of vibrations became
too faint and far between to maintain her incredible pitch of lustfulness.
Only then did she pull it from her juiced-up cunt, which made a lewd sucking noise as
the fat, hair-rimmed brown lips reluctantly gave it up. The vibrator was overheated, and
coated with a film of her sticky woman-goo. Without even bothering to wipe it off,
Ruth brought the wonderful, woman-pleasing instrument up and began kissing it and
licking it gratefully.
She was weak from cumming so much, and she soon fell asleep with a fatuous smile of
utter contentment plastered on her plump, femininely ovoid face.


Chapter 3

Ruth's eyelids fluttered open at the usual time the following morning, six-thirty. She'd
gone to sleep smiling and she woke up the same way. The bullet-shaped vibrator lay on
the pillow where it'd slipped from her hand during the night. Her cheeks flushed at the
sight of it. Furtively she slipped it under the pillow, then rolled onto her back, yawning,
stretching luxuriously.
Despite the sleep she'd missed, Ruth felt good this morning. Alive. At peace with the
world. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so relaxed.
She turned back the cover and sat up, scooting over to the side of the bed, swinging her
legs over the edge. Her feet sought her mules, found them and eased in. She stood up,
stretched again, reaching for the ceiling, then donned her robe and went into the next
room to wake up Affie.
Pard looked up as she entered the room. Wagged his tail. Stood up and stretched the
way dogs do. Yawned. Shook himself.
"Barf," said the German shepherd.
"Well, good morning to you, too, Mister Pard," Ruth chirped.
"Mornin'," Affie mumbled, rolling over to peer up at Ruth sleepily.
"Morning, cutie pie," Ruth greeted him brightly. "Sleep well?"
"Uh-huh," he replied, yawning. " 'Cept I woke up a ccuple'a times. Thought I heard
you groanin'. Was you havin' a nightmare or something?"
Ruth's cheeks flushed. She lowered her eyes in guilty embarrassment. "Why, uh, yes,
now that you mention it, I do seem to recall having a bad dream," she lied. She'd slept
like the proverbial log, couldn't remember dreaming anything at all.
The dog was prancing about, whining, obviously wanting out. Seizing the excuse to
avoid any further questions about her "dreams," Ruth took Pard through the bathroom,
across the old-fashioned screened-in sleeping porch, and let him out into the back yard.
Affie was still in bed when she returned. "What's the matter? Are you a sleepyhead this
morning?" she asked, putting him on the defensive so he wouldn't be asking her any
more embarrassing questions.
He shook his head. "I'm just layin' here thinkin'."
His jet-black hair, too short and kinky to get mussed, was still as neat as when she'd
put him to bed. He looked so cute and cuddly, lying there with only his head sticking
out from under the cover, a smile on his little boy's face and his big innocent brown
eyes shimmering moistly as he gazed up at her.
Impulsively Ruth slipped into bed with him, gathered him in her arms and gave him a
hug and a kiss on the forehead.
"Why'd you do that?"
"'Cause you're a teddy bear. A sweet little teddy bear that needed a hug and a kiss."
He giggled. "A teddy bear. Me?"
"Yes, you. I wish I had one just like you, all my own. What were you thinking about,
teddy bear?"
"Huh?"
"You said you were just lying here thinking. What about?"
"Oh, that. Last night in the bathroom. It sure did feel good. My goober got hard again
just from thinkin' about it. You wanna see?" He started to push down the cover.
She caught his hand, frowning, shaking her head. "No. And I don't want you to think
about it any more either," she said reproachfully.
Quickly she rolled away from his tempting little body and got out of his bed. Affie
looked puzzled, slapped down by the stern tone of her voice. Before he could rebound,
she forced a cheerful smile and poked him playfully in the ribs through the cover.
"Now get up, lazybones. What do you want for breakfast, bacon and eggs?"

* * *

"You shameless hussy," Ruth said to her smugly smiling reflection in the mirror as she
brushed her hair. Affie had left for school a few minutes earlier. As he went out the
door, Ruth had yielded to temptation and given the lovable child's plump boyish
bottom a very unladylike pat. "Wipe that lewd smirk off your face. Are you proud of
your new sinful ways?"
In a way, she was proud of herself, Ruth realized. More proud than ashamed. She felt
daring, like a naughty schoolgirl who'd just discovered sex. She'd had an orgasm last
night, several of them and, after waiting and wanting that for so long, why shouldn't
she feel like Cinderella?
The bright-eyed widow got dressed and went to market. In addition to groceries, she
bought new batteries for Pam's bullet-shaped vibrator. Ruth was all atwitter driving
home, so eager was she to get there, change the vibrator's batteries and continue her
love affair with the wonderful, woman-pleasing gadget.
Pard met her as she got out of the car. He wanted to be fed. She took the German
shepherd in the house with her. Tail wagging, he followed her to the Colsons' kitchen
that was located between their living room and bedroom. The fixtures were new and
shiny, having been installed when Ruth had had the house partially remodeled to make
two apartments of it. The room hadn't always been a kitchen.
She opened a can of dog food, put it in Pard's bowl and set the bowl on the floor. His
water bowl was nearly empty. Not wanting to be disturbed for a while, she gave the
animal fresh water. Then, batteries in hand, her pussy tingling with anticipation, she
entered Pam and Burl's bedroom and began taking off her clothes. The house was
locked. She was totally alone, except for the dog, who could tell no tales and would
probably curl up and go to sleep soon as his belly was full, and Ruth wanted to be
completely and voluptuously naked.
Within ten minutes Ruth had been transported once again to the sensual wonderland
she'd discovered only the night before. The widow lay nude on the bed, her legs wide
apart and her hand clamped over her crotch, holding the full length of the vibrator
inside her insatiable snatch. Due to the strength of the new batteries, the vibrations
were stronger this morning. The phallic-like object purred droningly. It jiggled
continuously inside her dew-moistened vagina, sending a steady stream of titillating
vibrations into her surrounding private parts.
"OH GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD! LOVELY, LOVELY!" Ruth's plump body writhed
about as the sybaritic sensations mounted within her. It was wrong, what she was
doing, and Ruth knew that full well. There was work she should be doing, and here she
was naked as a jaybird on Pam and Burl's unmade bed, holding Pam's pleasure-giving
vibrator full into her pussy while she visualized the young white wife sucking the big
black cock of her handsome Negro husband. How it turned her on to imagine the
vulgar scene! To hell with the work she should be doing. It could wait. She'd been
working all her life as a virtuous housewife and devoted mother. Now she was alone,
her husband dead and her children grown and gone, living their own lives. She was
forty-four-years-old. Her life was slipping away. Two-thirds of it was already gone!
Wasn't she entitled to the luxury of a little secret sexual pleasure, even if it was
somewhat hedonistic and colored with the sin of onanism?
"OH YES... YESSS!" she cried to the empty room, ignoring her nagging conscience as
she began hunching her hand with the vibrator stuffed up her cunt, buzzing and
whirring inside her.
The bedsprings squeaked rhythmically with the copulative movements of her
perspiration-beaded body. Her masturbatory fantasy changed dramatically. No longer
did she visualize Pam fellating Burl. In her new mood of emerging sensuality, the
heretofore prim and proper widow dared to imagine what it would be like to have
intercourse with her handsome Negro tenant. In her fantasy, the pink vibrator was now
a big black cock. Burl was on top of her, ramming it to her hard and fast. Her head
rested on his pillow, the lingering scent of the man himself wafting into her nostrils.
"FUCK ME, BURL!" she exclaimed. It gave her a wicked charge to say such an
outrageous thing. She slammed her sopping pussy up to the Negro's imaginary form.
"FUCK ME GOOD, YOU BIG BLACK STUD YOU!"
Her outcries brought Pard trotting into the room with his head cocked inquisitively.
Finished eating, he'd come to investigate the strange noises emanating from the
bedroom. It was a puzzling sight for the German shepherd – the middle-aged woman
naked on the bed, moaning and sighing and bucking up and down with her hand
between her upraised legs, knees bent, feet pushing down into the mattress. His
subhuman mentality couldn't fathom it.
"Barf!"
Ruth glanced at the dog, told him to go away.
She didn't want to be bothered with letting him out now.
Being let out wasn't what Pard wanted. He didn't go away. He wanted to know what
was going on: Drawn by curiosity, he leaped onto the bed with Ruth.
She ignored the dumb animal. In her fantasy she and Burl were screwing wildly. They
were kissing and she was sucking his tongue, swallowing his saliva. It excited her
tremendously to imagine herself with the black man, his tongue thrusting in and out of
her mouth while his big forbidden phallus plundered her white woman's pussy.
Pard caught the scent of the woman's aroused sex organs. His animal instincts drew
him forward. Sniffing, he followed the trail of the distinctive aroma to its source,
walking slowly, crouchingly, one cautious step at a time up between her fleshy white
thighs. It seemed to be coming from under her hand, the smell that was milder yet
similar to the odor that a bitch in heat gives off. Pard appeared all the more puzzled, as
if he didn't know quite what to make of his discovery. He lowered his head and sniffed
some more.
With her eyes closed and her mind occupied, her hips pumping up and down, Ruth
hadn't noticed the shepherd making his way toward her groin. In fact, she'd forgotten
all about Pard in the heat of her onanistic passion. It wasn't until the back of her 
cuntcupping hand bumped his cold wet nose that she again became aware of his presence.
"YII!" she squealed with alarm, and automatically cringed from the unexpected and
therefore disturbing contact with an alien object of icy wetness. Ruth's copulative
movements ceased abruptly. Her head lifted, eyes snapping open. "IT'S ONLY YOU!"
she hissed. "WHAT A START YOU GAVE ME! GET AWAY, PARD! LEAVE ME
ALONE! I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH YOU NOW!" His dark eyes gazed up at
her. His tail began wagging.
"GO ON, DAMN IT! GET OFF THE BED! I'LL LET YOU OUT IN A LITTLE BIT!"
The lust-inciting vibrator purred and jiggled inside her. She was eager to get back into
her fantasy and take up where she'd been so rudely interrupted, with her and Burl
about to come off together and her screaming for him to shoot his black man's cum
into her white woman's belly. God, how it excited her to imagine that!
"Woof!" Pard barked. He pushed at her hand with his cold snout.
"WHA-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she wailed. "STOP IT! GET AWAY!"
The pointed tip of Pard's bright-red pecker peeked out from its furry sheath in answer
to nature's call. Ruth's cuntal odors evoked this response in him. His instinctual urges
were rising to the fore. It mattered not a whit to the German shepherd that Ruth was
human. She was a female; he was a male. Her sexual scent aroused him. The musky
smell of her juiced-up snatch was making him horny. Pard wanted to fuck her. It was as
simple as that to his canine mentality.
But not to Ruth's human mentality, which included the strict moral code of her
Christian upbringing. To her, the idea of a woman copulating with a dog was so grossly
indecent that it'd only crossed her mind for a fleeting instant one time while she was a
curious adolescent, when, with a revulsive shudder, she'd rejected the very thought of
such a horrendous crime against nature with a finality that'd precluded it ever entering
her head again. So she was genuinely bewildered by Pard's actions now, and more than
a little alarmed by them.
"NO, PARD! QUIT THAT! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!"
It was patently obvious, what he was trying to do. He kept pushing at her hand with
his nose. He was trying to get her to move it out of the way, and Ruth soon realized
this.
But why?! she whined silently, for she was too hot and bothered to think with any
degree of clarity. And then it dawned on her. She'd observed dogs sniffing and licking
at one another's rear ends. Is that what he wants to do to me?! she wondered with
dismay. Oh good grief, I'll bet that's it! He wants me to move my hand so he can smell
my pussy! And he probably wants to lick my privates, too! Oh good grief!
"QUIT IT! LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMN YOU! I'M A WOMAN NOT A DOG!"
"WOOF!" Pard's bark was louder this time, and had a demanding tone to it. Sometimes
a bitch had to be shown who was boss.
"DON'T YOU BARK AT ME THAT WAY' DON'T YOU DARE BARK AT-"
"WOOF, WOOF!"
Ruth slapped him with her free hand. But instead of backing away, as she'd expected
him to do, he growled menacingly and bared his teeth at her. Icy fingers of fear gripped
her throat. Her scalp prickled and her spine tingled. He'd always been so friendly
before, so affectionate! She hadn't expected him to act this way!
Her butt dug cringingly into the mattress. She tried to squirm away from him.
"RUFF, RUFF! GGRRRR!"
It was a warning, a threat!! BE STILL! he was saying.
Terrified, Ruth froze. His ice cube snout rooted its way under her fingers. She let him
push her shaking hand out of his way with his muzzle. What else could she do?
Nothing! If she resisted, he might attack her! Those wicked-looking fangs could rip her
flesh! She clasped her cheeks and clenched shut her eyes, shivering in helpless horror.
Soon as her hand fled from her crotch, her internal muscles began expelling the jiggling
vibrator. First the flat end of the screw-cap base, then inch after inch of the pink,
secretion-coated shaft. It looked like a deformed penis was growing out of her furry
slot. The dog backed up slightly. His head tilted from one side to the other as he
watched this curious phenomenon. At first he seemed startled by the buzzing dildo. He
barked at it. Then he sniffed it. Finally, as if he'd decided it was a toy not a threat, he
began slapping at the protruding object with his paw. When it slipped out completely
and fell to the mattress, still buzzing, below Ruth's cringing buttocks, he swatted it a
good one and sent it veering off across the sheet, where it disappeared beneath a mound
of bunched bedclothes.
The smell of the woman's fear told Pard roles were reversed. Until moments ago, she'd
been his substitute mistress. No longer. He was her master now. A sense of canine
elation swelled his head. Had he been a man, he would've beaten his chest and yelled
like Tarzan, for this was the way nature had intended sex to be – the dominant male
taking his way with the cowering, submissive female. The rest of his long skinny prick
slid boldly from its penile sheath. It glistened wetly, clear fluids dripping from its
pencil-eraser tip.
Confidently the huge German shepherd lowered his head and started lapping at the
juicy split between the quivering legs of his subdued human victim.
Ruth sucked in her breath sharply and shivered with pleasured shock. Despite her
paralyzing fright, the hot wet tongue of the four-legged beast felt good to her, and there
was nothing she could do about it.
Oh, God! she moaned inwardly. It's so obscene... the way he's licking me!
But she was relieved. A licking, no matter how obscene, was better than a biting, which
is what she'd been afraid she was going to get.
Oh, nooh! she whined mentally. It feels good! Why does it have to feel good?! God, it's
so gross! I mustn't like it! I can't let myself like it! I don't dare try to stop him, but I
don't have to like the vulgar thing he's doing to me against my will... do I? No, no... I
don't... I can't... I won't let myself like it!
She set her teeth and squinted her eyes, covering her face with her hands because she
couldn't bear to look down at the unspeakably perverted act of depraved carnality being
forced upon her. Oh, the shame of it!
Ruth couldn't believe this deplorable thing was happening, and to her of all people!
How had she gotten herself into this awful mess? By sinning, you hussy! her conscience
railed the answer. Yes, by sinning, it was true! God help her, it was true! If she hadn't
been shamelessly naked, willfully abusing herself with a vibrating dildo in broad
daylight when she should've been hard at her work, she would not be suffering this
degrading indignity now! This was her punishment, terrible and swift, meted out by the
sure hand of the just, and justifiably outraged, Father in heaven. She'd done wrong and
now God was making her pay for her transgression in this most humiliating of all
possible ways.
But wait, if He were punishing her, why did it feel good! And it did! Oh, Jesus, it did
feel good! No, this wasn't of the Lord, none of it. The unholy pleasures of the flesh
were of the Devil! He'd tempted her, lured her into sin, and now she was falling down,
down, down, into the ensnaring web of unnatural lust spun by the EVIL ONE
HIMSELF!
"OH, GOD FORBID!" Ruth wailed aloud. "NO, NO, NOOO!" The horrified widow
screamed out in anguish. She sat bolt upright and drew back her fist to hit the dog. But
the agent of Satan growled threateningly, baring his razor-sharp fangs, and his darkly
glinting eyes struck her with a lightning bolt of fear. The fine hairs on the nape of her
neck bristled with fright. She trembled under the animal's menacing glare. Her arms
fell limply to her sides. Shivering, she lay back down, realizing that she was damned by
her cowardice as she docilely spread her legs for him and offered up her human pussy
like a sacrifice for more of his lecherous licking.


Chapter 4

The big horny dog must've liked the flavor of her cunt-honey, because he stayed
between her legs for nearly ten minutes, head lowered, tongue flashing, lapping it up as
it dribbled out through the shimmering petals of her puffy brown-toned labia majora.
Convinced that this was of the Devil, Ruth did her dead-level best to resist the tactile
stimulation of Pard's incessantly lapping tongue, but it was a losing battle from the
start. Now that she knew what it meant to be sexually gratified, she was a pushover,
especially since she'd already been worked up to a feverish pitch before the friendly
German-shepherd-turned-brute-by-lust started raping her. And that's what he was
doing, raping her, for a man holding a knife at her throat couldn't have frightened Ruth
any more than had Pard's vicious growl and threateningly bared, glistening sharp teeth.
Never once, however, did she feel those teeth, only the tireless tongue of the masterful
animal. Had Ruth looked down, she would've seen that long, slender red tongue
darting in and out of Pard's mouth. She didn't look, but she couldn't escape the lust
inciting results of it. The hot tongue would slap lightly against the fourchette of her
womanly opening and then glide swiftly up through the dew-leaking trough of her
hairy elliptical orifice, the roughened upper surface of his taste organ making her 
nerveladen labia tingle with unwanted illicit pleasure.
Her mind resisted for all it was worth the unnatural oral stimulation provided in such
an unending supply by her bestial tormentor. But her pussy had no conscience and it
indiscriminately welcomed the tantalizing sensations being imparted to it by the
animal's lewdly lapping tongue. Fiery prickles of sensuality shot through her loins,
rippled up her spine and embedded themselves like flaming arrows in her suffering
brain.
Ruth began whimpering piteously. Her thinking grew more and more sluggish as the
hour-long minutes ticked off. The widow's sexually deprived body gradually accepted
the sordid situation. Good and evil struggled within her. Aided by her sinful flesh, evil
soon triumphed. Perverted passion grabbed her weakened conscience by the throat and
began strangling it to death. As her mental policeman, the guardian of all that was good
and decent in her, heaved its last gasping breath, Ruth's hands fell from her face,
uncovering a growing smile of feral lust that would've made Satan dance with glee.
"Oouuu!" she whined thinly, and her legs opened wider without her willing them to do
so.
This parted the hair-rimmed flanges of her vulva, allowing the dog to lick into the
woman's succulent split.
"AAAAAH!" Ruth sighed.
Nothing had ever felt so nice as the hot wet dog-tongue swabbing the feminine syrup
from the shimmering red sweetmeats of her tender cuntal vestibule.
Her Judas hips began squirming.
"OH GOD... OOOOOOH!" How can something so blatantly wicked feel so heavenly
good?! Ruth wailed in silent incredulity, even as her lust-staggered morality took the
final blow and fell flat on its face like a knocked-out prize fighter who'd been beaten
senseless by a stronger and unmerciful opponent.
Ruth's head spun luridly. She didn't want this, had fought with all her might against
responding to the unholiness of the dreadful happening. But the vulgar pleasure had
built steadily within her. That maddeningly lapping tongue was driving her out of her
mind! She could no longer resist. The swirling sensations of unbidden physical yearning
overwhelmed her at last. She heaved a whimperlike sob of unconditional surrender and
flung her legs wide apart as she could get them, making her quivering cunt open up for
the dog's insatiable tongue, rendering it completely vulnerable to her bestial lover so he
could feast upon the juices from her private parts.
"OH, YES, PARD, YESSS... DEEPER... LICK INTO MY PUSSY!" The long red tongue
probed through the woman's fluted entrance. It slithered like a wriggling snake deep
into the moist tunnel of her sex.
"AAA-GOD!" Ruth cried, making fists against the sheer pleasure of it.
She could feel the dog's slender tongue working inside her as he lapped up the beads of
her feminine desire direct from their productive source – the very walls of her secreting
vagina.
"DEEPER... LICK DEEPER! OOOHHHH! IT'S LOVELY... LOVELYYY!!!"
There was no way back. The Devil had her. His trap had caught her and she couldn't
escape. She didn't even want to. Not now. It was too good. Wicked. Wrong. Perverted.
But so unbelievably...
"GOOODD!" Her hands trembled as they climbed her sides and wantonly cupped the
gravity-flattened orbs of her large age-softened breasts, through the translucent skin of
which could be seen a multitude of bluish veins crisscrossing like lines on a road map.
"OOHHH... MMMMMM!" she moaned, squeezing the voluptuous white mounds as
the dog's penetrating tongue stabbed rapid-fire within the furry slot between her 
widesplayed legs.
The brownish tips of her spongy knockers were drawn with desire, the areolas crinkled
and the nipples themselves hard as firm little berries with holes poked in them. She
took the tumescent cones between her thumbs and forefingers and began rolling them
about, sending electriclike tingles down the trunk nerve connecting her breasts and
loins to meet in the pit of her stomach the similar sensations of sinful arousal being
pumped into her pussy by the thrusting tongue of the dog as he drilled it into her deep
and fast to scoop out the newly made droplets of her copious vaginal secretions.
Ruth's tonguetip circled absently round and around the red oval of her tremulous lips.
She loved this. God forgive her, but she did love it.
I can't help myself! she wailed inwardly, as if that might absolve her of guilt.
But the truth of the matter was, she didn't want to help herself. Not now. Pard's
passion-provoking tongue, good from the start, was getting better and better. She was
more than willing to lie there with her legs submissively parted, letting the animal swab
out her cunt with his tongue while she tweaked the tumid nipples of her erogenous
titties and concentrated on the preorgasmic tensions that were building slowly but
surely toward a climax that promised to be gloriously satisfying.
Pard, however, had other ideas. Unbeknownst to Ruth, the avid lapping of her
sweltering twat was only a preliminary to bigger and better things, so far as her four
legged sex partner was concerned. His subhuman instincts were urging him on. The
taste and smell of a female in rut was affecting him according to nature's master plan
which insured the perpetuation of the individual species in the wild and natural state.
There was nothing natural about this, Pard being an animal and Ruth a human. But
she was definitely a female; and like any horny and uninhibited male gets to thinking
when the hot winds of lust reach hurricane force – it's any port in a storm!
Without warning, the huge German shepherd took one last lick at Ruth's juice-oozing
gash, then he raised his head and, licking his chops, started crawling on top of her.
"OHMYGOD!" she gasped, intuitively realizing what he meant to do to her. "OH,
NOOH... NOOOOO! NOT THAT! DEAR GOD, NOT TTHHAAATTT!!!" Letting
him lick her was one thing; letting him put his filthy dog-dick in her was quite another.
Her stomach turned queasy with revulsion at the mere thought of such a disgusting and
unholy union.
"GET OFF ME! NO, NO... I WON'T LET YOU... I WON'T, I WON'T... OH, GOD
FORBID... NNOOOO!!!" she screamed hysterically and, momentarily forgetting how
terrifying the sight of his sharp teeth could be when he growled and bared them
menacingly, she started beating wildly at his head and shoulders with the heels of her
small, ineffective fists, the heels of her feet digging at the mattress all the while as she
tried in desperation to escape before he pinned her down and it was too late.
Alas, it was already too late. It had been ever since Ruth had allowed the dog's threat of
violence to cow her the first time.
"GGRRR... RUFF-RUFF... GGGRRRR!!!"
"DEAR GOD! DON'T ATTACK ME! ALL RIGHT, DO IT! WHATEVER YOU
WANT! ONLY DON'T BITE ME! PLEASE DON'T BIT MEEE!!!" Ruth shrank back
in wide-eyed terror, her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her fear-filled chest. Her
feverish body was suddenly drenched with a cold clammy sweat. She was scared
shitless. All she could do was lie there cringing and shaking as the big dog crawled atop
her defenseless torso.
His weight, all eighty-five pounds of it, settled down on her. The coarse hair of his
black and tan undersurface made her skin crawl. He clasped her rib cage with his
forelegs and began squirming and shifting about with his hind legs stretched out behind
him, his hind paws reaching to below the knees of her fearfully shivering legs which
were parted unwillingly for him.
"MERCIFUL FATHER IN HEAVEN!" Ruth prayed, when she felt the head of his
heated lance poking awkwardly and repeatedly at her unprotected crotch. "HELP ME!
DELIVER ME FROM THIS HORRIBLE MESS I'VE GOTTEN MYSELF INTO! SAVE
ME FROM THE SHAME AND DISGRACE OF THIS ABOMINATION IN THINE
EYES AND I'LL NEVER SIN AGAIN! I SWEAR IT! NEVER AGAIN... NEVER...
NEV-VVEEERRR!!!" The pointed head found its mark and the German shepherd
hunched, spearing nearly half of his skinny red bone into the praying woman.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" Ruth emitted a croaking, gagging noise.
"BARF, BARF!" Pard barked victoriously when the moist heat of the woman's vagina
enclosed the front part of his naked rod.
Hastily he shifted himself, getting into a better position. He hunched her again, and this
time he buried every bit of his thickening dog-cock into the shocked belly of the
helpless woman beneath him.
Ruth sucked in her breath raggedly. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes squinted
shut as the impaling length of animal rigidity rammed into the tender neck of her
uterus and shoved that organ of pear-shaped femininity a good three inches higher up
into her stunned abdominal cavity. She shuddered like a gigged frog, her legs flopping
and her thrown-back head twisting and turning.
"NOO, NOO... NNNNAAAARRRRGGG-GHHHHHHHH!!!" she yelled hoarsely,
fearing she would faint with the searing pain/pleasure that accompanied the brutal
dislocation of her womb.
It felt to Ruth as if the Devil Himself had skewered her with a red-hot poker. The shrill
sound of her womanly humiliation echoed off the walls as she vented her anguish with
the ear-splitting cry of a wailing banshee. Dear God, how low could a woman sink and
still retain her sanity?! She felt like the scum of the earth with the filthy dick of a dog
crammed up her, its hotly throbbing length tainting and soiling her beyond any
possible redemption.
But it hurt so good! There was no denying that. The base of the degrading animal
phallus was thick as a man's, and the head of it reached into her deeper than her
husband had ever gone.
"OOOH! NNN! OH, NOOH!" she protested, and began crying.
It was an awkward position for the German shepherd, lying atop a woman with his
hind legs stretched out behind him, between her legs. All he could do with his hind legs
was push at the mattress with their stifles (the anatomical equivalent of human knees)
and paws. However, there was nothing to prevent him from using the powerful muscles
of his body. He started arching his back and simultaneously pawing the mattress. His
rear end moved back and forth, testingly the first few times, then more surely. A
rhythm was established and, soon, the huge black and tan dog was fucking into the
piteously weeping woman beneath him, his bobbing butt driving his canine organ of
turgidity swiftly and deeply into the hidden recesses of her recoiling human belly.
"OH, NOOH! NO, NO, NOOO!" Ruth sobbed helplessly, for she abhorred the sordidness 
of the unnatural coupling she was being forced to accept against not only her will, 
but everything that was good and decent.
He's raping me! she screamed silently. I'm being raped by a DOG!
Ruth knew she would never tell anyone about this. Who would believe her? No one;
not a living soul! She herself would've deemed it impossible, scoffed at such a likely tale
if it were told to her. But it wasn't being told to her, it was happening to her!
Incredulous as it was, a big horny dog had intimidated her to the point where she
feared for her life sufficiently to lie ignominiously beneath him and allow him to use
her body as if she were as worthless as some back-alley bitch in heat he'd happened
upon.
Oh, the shame of it... THE SHAME OF IT! she railed mentally.
But her mental faculties weren't functioning as well as they might have been, due to the
cyclone of her mixed emotions because, yes, she was hot and bothered as well as scared
and, God help her, in spite of everything it did feel good to her, that stabbing length of
red-hot, rock-hard, nasty filthy dog-dick!
"OOOOH!" she moaned involuntarily, when the shepherd penetrated her even deeper
with an extra-vigorous thrust that sent the tip of his heated pecker thudding against her
sensitive cervix and his large black bf 11s splatting into the milk-white valley formed by
her trembling asscheeks.
Gritting her teeth against the unholy tide of unwanted lascivious pleasure being
pumped into her reluctantly responding loins, Ruth closed her eyes and turned her
head to the side, for she couldn't bear to look up at the dog. His dark eyes shone evilly,
and she was sure she'd seen the Devil dancing in them, shaking his pitchfork at her!
Oh, Merciful Father, save me from this horrible nightmare! she pleaded.
Pard's prick had a tapering shape. Its head was about the size of a rounded eraser on a
wooden pencil. From there on back, the shaft grew steadily bigger around until, at the
base, its circumference equaled the girth of an average-sized human penis during full
erection. Each time he sank the thickening rod into Ruth, it forced her blood-engorged
sex petals to open around its flared base. At full penetration, the rear of his impaling
bone dilated her hairy opening into a receptive O. During the alternate outstroke, her
elastic labia would spring back almost to their original elliptical shape.
This continual stretching and shrinking of her fluted portal effected a type of tantalizing
stimulation that no woman has ever received from a man. Because of the conical shape
of the canine phallus, being screwed by a dog is entirely different from having
intercourse with a man, as any woman who has tried both well knows, and Ruth was
starting to notice this difference.
"AAAAHH!" The sigh escaped of its own volition.
Her jaws relaxed bit by bit. For a moment her teeth chattered together. Then her mouth
opened wider, her lips trembling. Her eyelids, still closed but no longer squinted,
quivered imperceptibly.
"OOOUUUU... OH, NOOH... NNOOO-OHHH!" she whined thinly.
The large German shepherd was humping her in earnest now. His arching back
shuttled his ferrous rod to and fro with the smooth rapidity of his fluid motions. The
tapering lance speared deep into her, making the hair-fringed entrance of her sex open
and close, open and close.
From a physical standpoint alone, it was highly stimulating. The alternate stretching
and relaxing of her cuntal vestibule made a winking eye of her nearby anus, and it also
tugged deliciously at the nerve-laden bud of her clitoris, which had long since left the
protection of its hood and was standing out boldly in the inverted V at the top of her
oblong orifice.
"OOUUU, OOUUU, OOUUU!" the distressed widow chanted whimperingly.
It was getting too good. Ruth could feel herself weakening. She didn't want to like it,
God knew she didn't, but she was only human and her mortal flesh, sinful as it was,
could take only so much of this insanely wicked pleasure before it went to her head and
overruled her sense of righteous decency.
Slap, slap, slap!
Ruth could hear the lewd sounds as well as feel the thrilling effects of his large hot
testicles slapping repeatedly into the perspiration-dampened crack of her ass.
"HELP ME, LORD!" she begged. "DELIVER ME UP... FROM THIS ABOMINABLE
CRIME AGAINST NATURE! I BESEECH THEE! IF NOT MY BODY, THEN...
AHHH... LIFT UP MY SOUL ABOVE IT... OHHH... AND STRIKE ME DEAD THIS
INSTANT!" Her supplication went unanswered and Ruth, convinced now that she'd
fallen from the grace of God into the hands of the Devil, gave up the struggle. She
could fight it no longer. The perverted pleasure of being taken in bestial intercourse had
reached the point of irresistibility.
Against her will Ruth's well-rounded rump began squirming voluptuously, her Judas
hips beginning to lift and fall. She tilted her pelvis, inadvertently bringing the pea-sized
head of her blood-glutted clitoris into contact with the uneven upper surface of the
heated column of the animal's thrusting organ.
"AAAAAHH!" she sighed, for the direct stimulation of her most vital part sent ripples
of carnal delight washing through her loins and tingling up her spine.
"OOOOH... OOHHHH!" He might be a dog, but the obscene pleasure his subhuman
phallus was pumping into her surpassed anything the lonely widow had ever
experienced up to this point in her life. It was incredibly good, so intense she could
scarcely believe the roiling sensations of bliss welling up in her violated belly.
"OH, JESUS!" she moaned, her eyelids fluttering open. "OH, SWEET JESUSSS!!!"
The slender red canine tongue hung pantingly from his open mouth, its pointed tip
dripping saliva onto her neck. His dark eyes were really glassy-looking now. Ruth could
see her reflection in them as he gazed down at her desire-twisted visage.
"LUCIFER, BAAL AND SATAN!" she husked. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY
LIFE?! TAKE ME, TAKE ME! BAPTIZE ME IN THE FIERY PLEASURES OF THE
SINFUL FLESH! IT'S GLORIOUS... GLOR-EE... OUSSS! FUCK THE LORD! FUCK
HIM, FUCK HIM, FFUUCCKK HHIIMMMMM!!!"
The heretofore prim and proper God-fearing lady was half out of her mind With the
raging lust of this unholy union which she'd so valiantly resisted. She hardly knew what
she was saying and doing. Time stood still. Her morals were shattered, the shards of
them cast to the winds.
"YOU AGENT OF SATAN! YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLACK DOG! FUCK ME,
FUCK ME... RUIN ME WITH THAT LOVELY LONG NASTY DOG-COCK! YES,
YESS... DRILL IT INTO ME EE... HARDER... FASTER... AAAHHHH!!!"
Ruth drew up her legs, bending them at the knees. She planted the soles of her feet
firmly on the mattress and began pushing down, working with the animal to their
mutual enjoyment. This was a first for both of them, for screwing a woman was as new
to Pard as having intercourse with a dog was to Ruth.
The German shepherd whined mournfully. He licked his chops, then lowered his head
and started licking Ruth's face. Back-alley bitches stood still and took it. Not a one of
them had ever wagged their rear ends once he got going on them, as the woman was
doing now. He could feel her slippery sheath bending his aching rod this way and that
inside her, and it heightened his pleasure of the instinctual act of mating. In his
subhuman brain he was thinking that this fat middle-aged woman was the best piece of
tail he'd ever run into.
As for Ruth, conscious thought was behind her. She was now functioning on an
animalistic plane little higher than the dog that was rutting into her. The furry forelegs
clasping her perspiration-sheened torso became lover's arms that were holding her
close. Pard's coarse-coated underside was no more offensive to her at this point than
had been the hairy chest of her beloved husband. She was being thoroughly fucked,
having a hunk of hotly throbbing male turgidity crammed in and out of her cockstarved 
cunt, and how she loved it. Nothing else mattered to her. Not now. Not in the
frame of mind she was in.
"SWEET DICK!" she cried. "SHOVE IT UP ME! OH, BABY, BABY... IT FEELS
GOOD... SO GODDAMNED GOOODDD!!!"
She turned her head so Pard could lick her other cheek. Her arms lifted unsurely. With
shaking hands, she patted his shoulders. When he permitted this, seeming to appreciate
the attention she was giving him, Ruth made a soft gurgling noise of feminine
submission deep in her throat, similar to the sound of a bubbling brook, and slid her
arms around his furry, masterful form.
Willfully she embraced her four-legged lover, hugging his scratchy-haired chest snugly
against her womanly bosom. His bodily movements kept his coarse coat of fur rubbing
abrasively over the front of her supine torso. Her soft white tits jiggled on each side of
his jostling chest as he continued to ride her, their creamy inner slopes turning pink
and sweaty from his bristly fur along with the smooth skin of her rippling belly and
heaving chest.
"OHJESUSGOD... I LOVE IT... THE WAY YOU'RE SCREWING ME... I DO, I
DDOOO!!!"
Ruth turned her head until they were looking into one another's smoldering eyes. Dog
or not, he was giving her the best hosing she'd ever had. She let him lick the front of
her face. Her forehead, eyelids, nose, lips and chin. His breath bathed moist and warm
over her face. Ruth stuck out her tongue, hoping he would lick it off. He did. She
shivered with the perverted thrill this gave her. Wantonly she opened her mouth nice
and wide and drew her tongue slowly back inside it, enticing his to follow.
She was too worked up to be frightened of him now. He'd started off raping her, but
she'd given in to his dominant nature. He was having his lustful way with her, and
Ruth knew intuitively he wouldn't harm her so long as she allowed him to continue
ravishing her in this blissfully bestial manner.
He lapped at the tip of her retreating tongue, following it past her red lips and over her
white teeth. Ruth felt deliciously dirty as she drew her tongue farther and farther back
into her oral cavity, deliberately coaxing the long red tongue of the panting dog in after
it. The canine saliva dripping into her mouth had a surprisingly sweet and pungent
flavor. She took it drop by warm slippery drop, letting it commingle with her own
human saliva. What a charge it gave her when the forbidden mixture of dog and
woman spit began trickling down her throat. She didn't know what had come over her
to make her do such a grossly vulgar thing as this.
When perhaps three inches of his animal taste organ had invaded her mouth, she
closed her soft oral petals around it and sucked on it just as she used to do to her
husband's tongue when they were having marital relations and French kissing at the
same time.
"MMMMM!" she purred, swallowing a big mouthful of his viscous saliva as she licked
longingly at the tongue it'd dribbled from.
My rapist! My lover! My sweet-dicked ravisher! she thought dimly, actually reveling in
the demented joy of the overwhelming tide of her unspeakably perverted, runaway
passion.
Apparently the German shepherd enjoyed having the woman suck his tongue, for he
made no move to extricate it from the vacuum chamber of her hungry hot mouth.
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" Ruth moaned chantingly as she sucked and licked
abandonedly at the juicy length of wriggling, snake-like canine tongue which she held
in oral captivity.
She slid her open-fingered hands caressingly down the furry, incessantly arching back of
the huge dog who was tainting her with the slippery length of his pistoning pecker. The
raw-red organ of rigid maleness glistened wetly as it sawed happily away within the
brownish circle of her fluttering woman-slot. Ruth slipped her hands right under the
base of the shepherd's bushy black, contentedly wagging tail. She clasped his furry
haunches, her fingertips rubbing lewdly at his puckered asshole, and she started jerking
at his bobbing butt to help him drive his ferrous phallus even deeper and harder into
her than he was already doing.
"HHUUU, HHUUU, HHUUUU!" she hooted hoarsely, losing his succulent tongue as
she opened her mouth and threw back her head in mindless abandonment.
Fingers of preorgasmic tension tickled tantalizingly along the inner slopes of her fleshy
thighs and into the hidden recesses of her blood-congested loins. It wouldn't be long
now. She was about to come off. The extra heat and thickness at the base of Pard's
probing prick was affecting her like crazy. She couldn't imagine what was happening to
his organ – it seemed to be swelling up at the back – but she didn't care so long as he
kept powering that lovely thing to her.
"AAAHHH... OOOHHHH... UUUNNNN!" she sighed raspingly, lost in lust, as she
clung to his hind end, tugging at it, slamming her pleasured pussy up to him as if there
were no tomorrow.
Her furiously gyrating rump made the old bedsprings squeak and pop rhythmically.
The cords connecting her upraised thighs to her sweltering groin stood out taut as
bowstrings, jerking and twitching as she employed the muscles in her legs to help her
bounce her blubbery bottom rapidly up and down. The desire-dazed widow was shaking
her ass as she'd never shaken it before. They were fucking madly away toward a
glorious finish, woman and dog, both of them panting, Ruth also sweating, emitting
tiny outcries in a continuous stream as her head lolled blissfully to and fro on the 
manscented pillow belonging to the big black Negro who rented the apartment from her.
"COCK, COCK, COCK!" she shouted. "DOG COCK! NIGGER COCK!" Ruth had
never been this hot in all her forty-four years. She wished Burl were here right now, in
the room with her, watching his dog do it to her. She'd noticed the handsome black
man casting covetous glances her way. If she ever gave him half a chance, she thought
he would make a play for her. Had he been here now, just him and her and the dog,
she would gladly give him that chance, for nothing appealed to her more at the
moment than the thought of having him ram that big black cock of his up into her
sinful belly soon as his dog finished with her, leaving her soiled forever, free to wallow
in all the wicked pleasures of the flesh to her corrupted heart's content.
This lurid thought, however, passed fleetingly through her passion-inflamed brain, for
the back part of Pard's thrusting peter was swelling larger and larger, and the sensations
it provided were literally driving Ruth wild. The swelling was of course due to the
German shepherd's large testicles having released their burdensome load of pent-up
semen, but Ruth was too ignorant of canine sexuality to realize this just yet. All she
knew was that his penis had grown a hot, hard lump. It felt to her as if it had a
doughnut around it, and the doughnut was working its way swiftly and jerkily up the
shaft of his spearing stalk.
"AHH, AHH... AAAHHHHH!!!" she gasped, when the doughnut-like knot of heated
animal sperm began pumping in and out of her hairy entrance, making her swollen
brown cuntlips flap submissively in and out around it, the stretching and relaxing of
her labia pulling maddeningly at her puffed-up man-in-the-boat.
The lump of soon-to-be-released seminal fluids glided higher up the hotly throbbing
length of the canine's driving dong. It was all the way inside her now, pumping the
sump of her vaginal well like a tight-fitting plunger racing up and down the silky sleeve
of her snug inner sheath.
"OHGOD... GAWD... GGAAWWDDD!!!" she screeched, losing the cadence as the
pleasure of his rampaging cock pistoning away in the wetly suctioning cylinder of her
feminine canal short-circuited the electrical impulses racing back and forth between her
lust-steamed brain and her straining muscles.
She fell back weakly, keeping her pelvis tilted to maximize the cock/cunt friction but
otherwise unmoving.
"OOOOH..OOOHHHHHH!!!" Ruth could hardly get her breath. That firm/soft
doughnut was well into her now. It was nearly to the head of his rapidly stabbing
organ. She thought she would faint from the godawful pleasure it was giving her.
"OH, JESUS, JESUS... OHMYGODDD!" The German shepherd began whining as he
hammered it to the whimpering woman harder and faster yet, his strokes becoming
shorter and shorter, choppy, disjointed. His long red tongue hung from his mouth,
spittle drooling from it, spotting Ruth's shoulders and neck and chin as he started
shaking his head and rolling his glassy, unseeing eyes. Then he rammed into her clear
up to his tight, quivering balls and, letting out a howl of animalistic fulfillment, his
buried penile root gave a mighty jerk and spewed a stream of boiling-hot dog-cum into
the very depths of her heaving human belly.
"AAA-GGGGAAAAAHHHH!!" Ruth shrilled, her face contorting with pleasured shock
as the torrential gush of his superheated animal jism splashed luridly over the tender
mouth of her orgasm-primed human womb.
"HE'S CUMMING!" she wailed, totally dismayed because she hadn't thought this far
ahead. His frothy ejaculate spraying into her made her feel tainted to the nth degree.
She deplored having him soil her in this worst of all possible ways, and yet the very fact
that the nasty dick of the huge German shepherd was spurting its filthy hot slime into
her body gave Ruth the wildest and wickedest thrill of all. "YES, YESSS... SHOOT IT...
SHOOT IT INTO MEEEE! SQUIRT IT DEEPER... DEEPER... FLOOD ME WITH
IT... YOUR DIRTY DOG-CUM... DOG-CUM... DDOOGG-CCCUUUMMMMM!!!"
And flood her he did. The virile beast had a massive load stored up. Somehow the
pencil-point tip of his pulsating prick embedded itself in the tiny opening of her 
desiredilated cervix, and his gluey white scum spiraled jettingly up into her pear-shaped
uterus itself, the most tender and feminine of all her female organs.
"OH NO, NOOHHH... RIGHT INTO MY WOMB... I CAN FE-FEEL IT... SURGING
UP INTO... THE VERY DEPTHS OF MMEEEE!!!"
Indeed she could feel it, for the healthy shepherd was a virtual reservoir of canine jizz.
This was the first piece he'd had in months. The stuff had been building up inside him,
bloating his balls, turning rusty. Now his sex muscles were contracting pumplike,
forcing the built-up seminal secretions out of him under terrific pressure, making his
hilt-deep dick pulse rhythmically to release it every bit.
The sticky hot cream blasted forth in long viscous streams directly into the sanctity of
Ruth's human uterus. There was so much of it that it stretched the walls of her ultra
feminine organ, blowing it up like a water-filled balloon until it crowded her other
organs and made a swelling appear on the surface of her sweat-shiny abdomen. It gave
her a delicious sexual ache from the tumid tips of her tingling tits clear down to the
dimpled knees of her upraised, wide-splayed legs. This soul-rending inundation of dog
semen-hot as bubbling white lava – was more than her mortal flesh could endure. She
felt as if her entire torso were exploding as she threw back her head and screamed out
in agony/ecstasy.
"WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" The first tremor of her mind-boggling
climax arched her spine and bowed her body upward.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!" she shrieked, her saggy asscheeks clenching and unclenching as
they hung suspended in midair.
Ruth collapsed back to the bed, sobbing brokenly and shuddering out of control.
"CUMMING... UUNNN, UUNNN... CUUMMMIIINNNGGG... OHGOD, I'M
CCUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
Her womb clamped down in a convulsive seizure, expelling the tip of Pard's tapering
prong. The pear-shaped organ drew up like a fist, spewing back out the bulk of
glutinous sperm that'd filled it to overflowing. In a great foamy mass the dog-cum
washed down the fluttering barrel of her penis-harboring vagina. It gushed out in a
bubbly wave of gluey whiteness over the blood-engorged lips of her hairy hole, and
trickled obscenely down the crack of her quivering behind.
"HHHUUU-AAAHHHH!!" Ruth trilled.
She thrashed about in the sheer rapture of it, her legs flailing spasmodically and her
pink heels beating erratically at the mattress. The toe-curling climaxes she'd obtained
from the vibrator were nothing compared to the ungodly intensity of the all-consuming
cum she was now having. This was the most satisfying moment of her life.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!" Ruth groaned gutturally, her entire torso twitching and
jerking and oozing sweat through every pore.
Her spasming sheath sucked milkingly at the pulsating length of the dog's cum
spurting phallus.
"AAAHHH... UUUNNN... HHAAA-LLLLLAAAHHH!!"
She began blubbering incoherently, sobbing, whimpering. When her spine-wrenching
orgasm reached its excruciating peak, she bowed up again and screamed out her nerve
shattering bliss at the top of her gasping lungs. Then she fell back in a dead faint,
unable to stand up under the unaccustomed gut-searing joy of cumming with every
fiber of her sexually awakened body.


Chapter 5

"What've you been cryin' about, Missus Dunn?" Affie asked concernedly after he got
home from school that day and couldn't help noticing Ruth's red-rimmed, puffy eyes.
"Nothing," she lied. "At least nothing that a little boy like you ought to know about. Go
out and play or something."
All Ruth wanted was to be left alone. She felt wretched. Dirty inside and out. Dear
God, how could she have committed such a horrendous crime against nature?! This was
the question she'd been asking herself most of the day, and crying over.
"No, absolutely not," she told the pleading child that evening. "You can't let Pard in.
He was a bad, bad dog today. I don't want him in my house ever again. Now shut up
about it, Affie!"
But she relented to a point, and allowed the boy to put the throw rug which served as
the German shepherd's bed on the screened-in sleeping porch.
It was about midnight when Affie's timid voice awakened Ruth. He was standing beside
her bed. After what had happened that day, she just couldn't bear to sleep in the
Colsons' apartment, in the bed of her shame. She rolled toward the child, pushed up on
one elbow and switched on the bedside lamp.
"What is it, Affie? What do you want at this time of night, for goodness sakes?" she
asked yawningly, irritated at having been awakened from a sound sleep.
Ruth was not as yet aware that one of her large tits had spilled out of her loose-fitting
nightgown. But the boy was. He stared right at it, especially at the big soft-looking
brown cone at the tip of the dangling white mound of womanflesh.
"Why, you're shaking like a leaf," Ruth said, as she came awake enough to notice.
"What's the matter, cutie pie? Are you sick?"
He shook his head. He'd been frightened by a nightmare, was all. But he was also
fascinated by her out-hanging breast. His wide-eyed gaze was riveted upon it.
When she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Ruth finally noticed her
condition of disarray, and the lad's attention to her exposed womanly part. Blushing,
she hurriedly stuffed the peekaboo breast back inside her nightgown.
"I had a bad dream, Missus Dunn," the kid whined through chattering teeth. "It was
awful! I'm scared in there by myself."
He wanted her to let him bring Pard in off the sleeping porch. Having raised two kids
of her own, knowing how devious they could be, Ruth at first suspected Affie might be
putting on in order to get his way. But he had been asleep, of that she was sure, and he
couldn't seem to stop shaking. Apparently he was telling her the truth. Still, she refused
him permission to let that big horny dog back into her house. It wasn't that she was
afraid of Pard any longer, or thought he was an agent of Satan or anything like that, for
after she'd regained consciousness that afternoon, in a fit of blind anger and remorse
she'd attacked the German shepherd. After beating him with her fists and kicking him
several times for good measure, she'd dragged the whining mutt through the house and
tossed him out on his ear with a final kick in the butt. She didn't want him back in the
house again simply because the very sight of him disgusted her, and made her sorely
ashamed of herself.
Affie wouldn't return to his bed. He started crying.
"Don't be a 'fraidycat!" Ruth chided. Tears spilled from the eight-year-old's big innocent
brown eyes. She felt like biting her tongue. "Oh, all right then," she said soothingly. "If
it's all that bad, you can just hop in with me."
More than once she'd taken a child of her own into bed with herself and her husband
under similar circumstances, so Ruth thought nothing of doing the same for this cute
little mulatto boy she was taking care of during his mother's absence. Only this wasn't a
child of her own, and her husband was dead and gone. There was just her and the
pleasingly plump boy, alone in the house.
The motherly instinct rose within her as she held back the cover for the pajama-clad
youngster. She turned out the lamp, got under the cover with him. Through the
mattress she could feel him shivering.
"Come on," she said. "Snuggle up to me, teddy bear. I'll keep the ghosts and goblins
away from you."
The boy scooted across the bed. She took him in her arms and held him close, giving
him the comforting warmth of her maternal body, just as she'd given it so many years
ago to her own children when they had need of this kind of tender loving care. At first
Ruth experienced the same emotions she had back then, when life was simpler, more
satisfying and secure for her. It was nice to be needed by a child again.
Affie gradually stopped shivering. They lay still in the quiet of the night, in the widow's
darkened bedroom, beneath the covers of her bed, Ruth smiling to herself. In minutes
Affie fell asleep. Ruth kissed his forehead, rubbed her cheek lightly against the kinky,
close-cropped hair that lay close about his head.
"Sleep well, teddy bear," she murmured, a moment before she drifted back off.
Ruth woke up several times during the night, only for a moment, and with a sigh and a
smile she would hug and kiss the darling little boy sleeping so peacefully in her arms.
The first light of dawn was filtering weak and gray through the curtains of the window
beside her bed when something hard boring into her belly brought the middle-aged
widow fully awake. Her eyelids fluttered then snapped wide open. Affie was still sound
asleep, despite his morning erection.
Ruth's first impulse was to pull away from the child, turn over and go back to sleep.
But she didn't. He was such a sweet boy, just an innocent child of eight. His cute little
doodad felt lovely in a naughty sort of way as it grew stiffer and fatter against her body,
indenting the layer of fat covering her abdomen.
Birds chirped in the weeping willow beyond the window. A new day was coming alive.
Ruth yawned. This time of morning was always so peaceful and pleasant. For some
reason, it was even more pleasant this morning. It was too early to get up, but Ruth had
no desire to go back to sleep. She felt contented and relaxed. All she wanted to do for a
while was just laze in bed cuddling her warm teddy bear to her bosom.
What she didn't anticipate was her new capacity for sensuality. Ruth supposed the lad's
piss hard-on would go away momentarily. It didn't. Perhaps it soon would've, but it felt
so nice pressing against her that she couldn't resist the temptation to wriggle about just
a little, and rub it with her belly.
A smile played over her face. She knew she shouldn't be rubbing up against the lad, but
she felt rather naughty, and besides, he was fast asleep, would never know she'd done
anything so unlady-like. Being careful not to bounce the bed enough to wake him, she
kept twisting her torso to and fro, bending his erection slightly down then up as she
caressed the head of it with her rounded stomach through the material of his pajamas
and her nightgown.
At first she was just toying with him, had no intention of going further with her
sensual, secret game. But she found this mild misbehavior strangely exciting. As she
grew more and more aroused, it became increasingly difficult to restrain herself. She
wished she could feel the cute young penis flesh to flesh, brushing naked against her
body instead of through their articles of sleepwear.
Oh, you little cutie pie! she thought, gazing upon his slumbering visage. Don't wake up
just yet.
I shouldn't do this but...
Rolling slightly away from him, she drew up the hem of her nightgown until it was
bunched around her waist. Then she eased her panties down her logs and off her feet,
and stuck them under the pillow. Affie was still sleeping soundly. The widow's heart
beat faster as her trembling fingers sought the fly of his pajamas and, without actually
touching his pecker, tugged the fly off over the head and pushed the material back to
bare the forbidden young organ for her furtive immoral purpose.
She slid closer, stealthily closer, until she could feel the loose folds of softly projecting
foreskin touching warm and light as a feather against the goose-pimpled skin of her
expectant abdomen. Ruth put her arm back around the young boy and snuggled closer
yet. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the bluntly rounded head of his erected penis
indenting her plump belly.
You're playing with fire! her conscience warned.
Ruth knew it. She didn't care. This was delightful. Affie would never know. No one
would. Besides, she wasn't really doing anything wrong, was she? Well, yes, she knew
she was, but nothing that was truly wrong. It wasn't as if she were corrupting the child.
All she was doing was tantalizing herself, as she started wriggling against the young
mulatto boy again, giving herself a secret sinful charge by rubbing her nude belly slowly
and sensuously over the exposed nakedness of the youngster's organ of boyish turgidity.
Gradually but surely the widow was turning herself on. She knew this full well, but was
enjoying it tremendously and figured she could keep herself in check, and she was
being very careful not to awaken the boy. A couple of times she thought he was going
to wake up and, her breath catching in her throat, she would draw her belly out of
contact with his peter and lie deathly still with her eyes closed until it was safe for her
to continue again. Once Affie attempted to roll over, but she had her arm around him
and it was an easy matter to hold him just as he was until he muttered something in his
sleep and relaxed again.
The almost incessant stimulation of her softly brushing abdomen maintained his pisshard 
and took it past a mere morning erection. It grew hotter and harder, and as it did
the fermentations of desire bubbled higher in Ruth's mature woman's loins, causing the
hairy crack between her legs to leak moistening droplets of female passion-dew. Before
long her snatch felt hot and tingly and she was getting quite wet along the top inner
surfaces of her fleshy thighs.
She knew she should stop teasing herself in this insane way. Dawn was fast turning into
broad daylight. Soon the sun would be rising. Affie might wake up any minute now,
and besides, her breathing was becoming labored and her movements more vigorous.
Several times she caught herself moving too hard and fast, and had to force herself to
ease off and slow back down.
But it was so thrilling, the sneaky manner in which she'd taken out his dingus and
bared her stomach and was rubbing herself against him. Ruth didn't want to stop yet.
Of course she would never actually go so far as to seduce the innocent little boy. In the
first place, she wasn't that type of woman and in the second place, she wouldn't dare
even if she was that type of woman because he was the son of her tenant and friend and
she'd promised Pamela to look after him as if he were her own.
You're treading on dangerous ground now! her conscience warned. I know it, she
thought, replying to her conscience as if it were a separate entity. And that's what
makes it so exciting! I'm not really hurting anything. Just a little longer, a few more
rubs up against that sweet young dick, then I'll quit and behave myself. I've got control.
I can quit any time I want to.
It didn't occur to Ruth that her alcoholic uncle used to say the same thing, 'I can quit
any time I want to', and then went on to lose his job and family and finally his life
because the more he drank the more irresistible booze became to him. Even if it had've
occurred to her, she wouldn't have seen any relationship between the way liquor had
grown on her uncle and the way sex was growing on her, because sex doesn't kill or
ruin one's health. But sex can be addictive to certain types of women; the lonely; the
love-starved.
The lonely, love-starved widow could vividly recall how cute and cuddly Affie's penis
had looked and felt night before last, when she'd lost her self-composure and
masturbated him in the bathroom. But that was the other night. This morning she was
feeling a bit risque, yes, but she was very much composed. She was tempted to take him
in hand right now and sneak a good feel before she tucked down her nightie and rolled
away from the teddy bear, never to sleep with him again.
Furtively she slipped her arm between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his
upward-angled stem. Holding his dick made her feel warm and tingly all over, and what
did it hurt? Not her. Certainly not the boy, who was asleep and knew nothing about it.
She closed her eyes, smiling dreamily, and gave the appealing organ a fond squeeze.
Only she was hotter than she thought, and she squeezed the object of her lecheress'
affection harder than she realized she was squeezing it.
Affie's eyes fluttered open. He'd been dreaming, or thought he had. Now he knew
better. She did have hold of his goober! And she was smiling, had her eyes closed. Did
she think he was asleep? Her hand began to move almost imperceptibly. She was
stroking it, the way she had in the bathroom! Oh, boy, he hoped she would keep it up!
He saw her eyes begin to open. Quickly he shut his and lay still as a mouse.
Little did Ruth realize the kid knew what she was up to. He appeared to be slumbering
peacefully on. Had she not been so aroused, she might've noticed that his plump body,
completely relaxed until a moment ago, was now rigid and tense. But this escaped her,
and she also failed to notice the faint flickering of his eyelids, or the way they were
squinted just a tiny bit too tightly together.
Watching his face for signs, just in case he might start waking up, Ruth began stroking
his peter with the utmost gentleness and extreme caution. God,, she felt daring! There
was little danger though, she falsely reasoned, planning to release his darling dick at his
first sign of wakefulness, and quickly turn her back to him. Maybe he wouldn't even
wake up. It amazed her that he hadn't already. But if he did wake up, he might suspect
what she'd been doing. This possibility gave her a moment of nagging doubt as to
whether she ought to push her luck any further.
Oh, what am I worrying about? He's the soundest sleeper I've ever seen, she told
herself, forgetting that he'd overheard her outcries night before last, when she'd been in
the next room from his with the vibrator stuffed up into her. Just a little longer!
Another minute or two! Then I'll quit.
But she didn't. The more she fondled his precious pecker, the hotter she got. He hadn't
moved a muscle. She couldn't get over what a sound sleeper he was! If anyone had been
touching her the way she was touching him up, she would've been awake long ago. His
being such a sleepyhead delighted her, though, because she wasn't ready to turn loose
of his appealing organ.
Just a little bit longer! she thought excitedly. Another minute or two! What'll it matter?
She remembered the heady smell and the pungent taste of his peter butter, and how it'd
thrilled her to the very core of her feminine being when she'd licked it off her finger.
Oral sex was a perversion and as such she'd never engaged in it, except for that one
time early in their marriage when her husband got her extra worked up and talked her
into skinning back his phallus and kissing its denuded dome. That was as far as she'd
ever gone. It'd given her a long-forgotten vulgar thrill, but when her husband had asked
her how she liked it, out of modesty she'd lied and said it was awful, humiliating, and
that he must never ask her to do it again. And, gentleman that he was, he'd honored
her wishes.
This event from long ago, pushed back and repressed for years and years, welled up in
her conscious memory now, fresh as if it'd happened only yesterday. Ruth shivered with
the lewd idea it gave her. Did she dare?
Absently she licked her lips. She wanted to. There was no denying it. Affie was still
asleep. He would never know. If ever there was a kissable dick, it was his sweet young
thing.
Yes, I will... I'll do it! she decided impulsively. I want to! God forgive me but I do!
What can it hurt? I'll just slip under the cover, skin it back and kiss it right on the
head! A quick kiss! A sweet stolen kiss! That's all I want... just one!
After a searching look at his face to make sure he was still asleep, Ruth ducked under
the cover and, jostling the bed as little as possible, scooted down toward the foot. The.
air beneath the bedclothes was heavy but not in the least oppressive to Ruth in her
present frame of mind. The aroma of her aroused snatch, sweet with her perfumed
dusting powder but overtoned with that faint, telltale fishy scent, wafted into her
nostrils and made her feel a bit lightheaded. She'd turned loose of Affie's small tool to
make her move. Now her fumbling hand found it again in the almost pitch-black
darkness. Her heart thumped against her rib cage as she moved her head toward it.
The protruding foreskin touched the tip of her nose. Her brain spun luridly. Gingerly
she peeled back the elastic hood with her thumb and two fingers. She pursed her lips
and, even though it was too dark to see anything under the cover, she closed her eyes.
She could smell it now. He might only be an eight-year-old boy, but his penis was fully
erected and the naked head of it was giving off a musky, manlike fragrance that affected
Ruth more than any perfume could have. Suddenly she felt giddy as a school girl. For a
second, she thought she was going to lose her nerve and back out because this
forbidden act, so charged with emotion for her, was not exactly Ruth's idea of good
clean fun.
Kiss it! a voice within her urged. Just once! One quick kiss! You know you want to!
You may never get another chance!
Her mind reeling, the misbehaving widow pressed her soft red lips to the slitted end of
the boy's glans and kissed it.
Smack!
The sound of her lips parting as they departed the warm bulb of the child's taboo penis
rang lasciviously in Ruth's ears. Something inside her snapped.
Smack, smack, smack!
All at once she was holding the stem tightly, raining passionate wet kisses over every
possible bit of the darling little boy's irresistible dickhead. She hadn't meant to do
anything like this!
Ohdeargod! she moaned inwardly. What am I doing? What am I DOING?
She knew full well what she was doing, it was the why that mystified her. But she
couldn't stop, didn't really want to. Even if he was awake – and how could he not be
with her gripping his sensitive organ so tight – she didn't care! Her hand refused to
release it and her sinful lips wouldn't leave the head of it alone! She was wild for his
immature penis! Crazy about it!
Smack, smack, smack!
Affie gritted his teeth against the wonderful sensations racing through his goober. What
was she DOING under there?! Kissing on it? Yeah! She was! He could sense fingers
around the shaft but those were lips gliding and fluttering all OVER the head of it! Oh
boy, did it feel good! He hoped she never stopped!
I think I'm going out of my head... Oh, I think I'm going out of my head... Over youuu-uuuu. 
The words from a popular song of a few years back ran nonsensically through
Ruth's head. She'd heard them many times before, but they had a new meaning now, a
vulgar, perverted sexual meaning – because it was a peter not a person that'd inspired
her mind to replay them at this particular time. I want you, I need you...
As if it had a mind of its own, Ruth's tongue darted out and began lapping catlike at
the same convex areas her lips had already explored. The skin of his rosy warm glans
felt soft as velvet. It had a heady sexual taste about it. Ruth thought she would faint as
she held the stem of his prick and licked the head like an ice cream cone.
"AAAAH!" the startled boy moaned, making fists of pleasure.
With her heart beating like twin torn-toms in her temples and her breath bursting from
her passion-flared nostrils in the confined space under the cover, Ruth didn't hear the
boy's tiny outcry. She wouldn't have stopped now even if she had. The hot blood of
perverted oral desire coursed through her veins like swollen mountain streams roaring
with the rushing waters of a spring thaw that'd come too early and two swiftly.
I love it, I love it, I love it! she chanted inwardly, her taste buds tingling with delight as
her tongue curled over, under and around the blood-filled knob of tangy boy-meat.
Caution was a thing of the past at this point. A blanket of smoldering lust enveloped
her brain. The wildly aroused widow could hardly breathe, much less think straight.
Dear God in heaven! she screamed silently.
And with that, she opened her mouth, emitted a whimperlike sob of helpless abandon
and orally engulfed the entire head of the child's irresistible peter.
"MMMM!" she sighed through her nose.
It had a salty, tangy taste which her mature woman's palate found highly pleasing. The
titillated taste buds of her suddenly insatiable tongue tingled with the musky flavor of
the little boy's bloated dickhead. She formed her red lips snugly around the top of the
tan shaft, just behind the tufted ridge of his flared corona, and she sucked down on the
forbidden glans as if she were a famished gourmet who'd just discovered the most rare
and succulent delicacy in all the world.
Affie nearly screamed with the pleasure of it as the moist heat of the woman's hungrily
sucking mouth surrounded the most tender part of his anatomy. His soulful brown eyes
grew big as half dollars. He shivered with the pleasure-stricken wonderment of it, his
lips quivering as they drew back over the fronts of his blissfully clenched teeth. His
grateful penis shed a tear of thanks that bubbled out happily through the pouty lips of
the tiny mouth at the very tip of his youthful dong, clear as water but thick as Three-in
One oil and twice as slippery.
"UUU-MMMMM!" Ruth moaned appreciatively through desire-dilated nostrils, as the
droplet of immature boy-juice fell on her laving tongue, quickly penetrating the pink
pores and soaking into her discerning taste buds.
There was only a small amount but it was by far the most delicious stuff she'd ever
tasted. Instinctively she began bobbing her head a little and sucking harder. Whether he
was awake or asleep didn't matter to her now; in fact, she wasn't even thinking about it.
The yummy young cock she had in her mouth was the only thing the passion-inflamed
widow cared about.
She sucked the head of it voraciously, her puffy red lips skimming up and down the
front half of the fat shaft as her head jerked to and fro with the short staccato
movements of an eager but inexperienced fellatrice. This was a first, an unnatural act
that she'd thought a decent woman like herself would never willingly perform, even for
her own husband. But how wrong she'd been. God, how it excited her!
It might be nasty! she thought dimly. Sucking on a peter! But it's nice, too! So nice!
Nasty but, oh, soo nice!
Like a female vampire dying of thirst, Ruth sucked desperately on the taut-skinned head
of the youngster's flavorful pecker. But rather than blood, it was the delectable juices
down deep in the untainted recesses of his pure sweet boyish loins that she was after.
He'd given her a sample, just one tiny drop, but that was enough to make her mouth
water for more.
Slurp, slurp, slurp!
The wet noises made by her avidly suctioning lips reached Ruth's ringing ears and
slammed vulgarly into her lust-staggered brain, whipping her passion the way strong
winds whip the leaping flames of a raging forest fire.
Ohjesusgod! What am I doing? What am I DOING?! she wailed inwardly, nursing on
his meat as if it were the staff of life itself.
Her pussy was on fire. She was all wet and sticky between her legs. Cuntal dribbles
were trickling warm and slick down the front of her fleshy thigh, spotting the sheet on
which she lay. She threw up her other leg, knee bent and tenting the cover. Forcing her
fingers to give up their clutching grip on the base of Affie's pulsating rod, she moved
her hand down between her legs and inserted three fingers palm-deep through the
blood-swollen flanges of her carnivorously craving crack.
"OOOMMMM!" she moaned through her nose, as waggling her fingers around inside
the silky hot depths of her juiced-up snatch, she jutted her head forward and took the
rest of the fat young dick into her greedy mouth.
The rounded forefront of the glans bumped the back of her throat, embedding the
slitted tip into the yielding tissues beyond the satiny membranous lining. She had every
bit of his prick in her mouth now but, wanting more, she emitted a mewling noise of
feline voracity and tried to burrow her face into the warm softness of his fatty boyish
abdomen. Her lips and the tip of her flattened nose worked themselves inside the fly of
his pajamas. The shaft of his penis was sufficiently bendable to give slightly, and an
illicit thrill blasted through the middle-aged woman as she felt the bloated head of the
young boy's peter lurch down into the upper region of her throat.
"UUUMMMM!" she moaned, at precisely the same time the lad threw back his head
and cried, "OOOOHHHHHH!!!" She began fingerfucking herself like a fiend, her
fingers going, Squish, squish, squish, as she pumped them furiously in and out of her
tingling twat. And she sucked the kid ravenously at the same time, her puffy oral petals
drawing out obscenely around his saliva-coated stem as her head arched back and forth
with the smooth, rapid-fire strokes of a hungry cocksucker who knows exactly what
she's doing and dearly loves going down on a fat juicy dick.
Slurp, slurp, slurp!
Squish, squish, squish!
The boy gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, his head twisting and turning on the
pillow, his girlishly pretty face contorted with the mind-numbing agony/ecstasy of his
imminent inner explosion.
The widow chanting, "MMM, MMM, MMM!" beneath the cover, her upraised leg
shaking, her hand pumping between her thighs and her head bobbing at the boy's loins
as she sucked his stony stalk with gusto.
Affie's eyes squinted shut. His mouth flew open. As his head drew back jerkily, he
clapped both hands over his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle the urgent groan of his
climatic fulfillment.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH... UUUNNNNN... UNG, UNG, UUNNGGHHHH!!!"
Beneath the cover, Ruth thought she heard him crying out, but her labored breath was
so loud and she was moaning and carrying on so much herself that she couldn't be
sure. One thing she could be sure of though – he was cumming off! The way his pecker
twitched out of control left no doubt of that.
"UUUUMMMMMMMMM!!!" She drew back until only the pulsating head of it
remained in her vacuum-chamber mouth.
Sucking harshly at the ballooning glans, scrubbing it with her sperm-starved tongue,
she stuck all three of her secretion-slick fingers up her puss and began batting her
blood-glutted clit rapidly back and forth with the side of her waggling thumb.
The child's convulsing sex muscles forced the buildup of his immature secretions up the
tube of his hidden urethra and sent it bubbling out the eye of his throbbing dickhead.
Ruth swiped it up fervidly with her greedy sponge of a tongue fast as it oozedsomewhat 
sluggishly since he had no actual load to back it up-dribblingly out of him.
There wasn't much, but she savored to the fullest the musky flavor of the wholesome
seminal secretions she was stealing from the purity of this innocent little boy's small,
quivering balls.
She was robbing him of his priceless virginity, and with an unspeakable act of oral
perversion, at that! Ruth felt like the homed whore in the book of Revelations, but,
Dear God, it was sweet! The stuff she was sucking out of him! The taboo act itself! She
felt deliciously dirty!
Her clitoris drew back twitchingly out of contact with her stimulating thumb and
disappeared into the folds of shimmering red cuntflesh at the apex of her steaming
hairy hole.
"OOOOMMMMMMMM!!!" she moaned aloud, around her mouthful of scrumptious
boy-meat, and inwardly she screamed, "CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OHH,
OHHHH... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG" Her orgasm-primed womb drew up like a
fist. The swollen lips of her furry slot nibbled snappingly at the last knuckles of her
impaling three fingers.
"UUUUU-OOOOOMMMMM!!!" Ruth groaned, her puffy lips vibrating around the
top of Affie's pounding peter-shaft, as she held the juice-dripping head of it in oral
captivity, still sucking on it and gratefully lapping up her small but precious reward of
ambrosial boy-cream.
The elastic walls of her spasming sheath clutched convulsively at the three bunched
together fingers rammed up it deep as they could go, wagging back and forth and
round and around, swishing through the hot paste of the copious female secretions that
were trapped inside the womanly tunnel.
Ruth sobbed and moaned in the sexual heaven she'd made for herself under the covers,
the mattress rustling and shaking beneath her as her torso was racked by a series of
blissful, flesh-quaking tremors.
When finally she came up for air, Affie had a contented expression on his innocent
young face but it looked for all the world as if he were still fast asleep. Ruth didn't
know what to think. Was it possible? Could he actually have slept through all that?
Dear God, I hope so! she wailed inwardly, for now that the heat of her insane passion
was cooling, chilling her blood with guilt, she felt horribly demented and sorely
ashamed of the despicable things she'd done beneath the cover. To herself. And even
worse, the sordid way she'd sucked off a defenseless little boy who was still only a pure
young lamb in the innocent flock of the Lord.
FORGIVE ME, LORD, HAVE MERCY ON MY WICKED SOUL! she screamed
silently as she snatched her panties from beneath the pillow and leaped out of bed,
running barefoot toward the bathroom with bitter tears of self-recrimination streaming
down her beet-red cheeks.
Ruth couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror. It'd happened again. Lust had
caught her up and carried her away. How could she have let it happen?! She didn't
know, had no excuse. It was deplorable, what she'd done, a God-fearing woman like
her. Ruth wondered seriously if she might actually, really and truly be LOSING HER
MIND!!!


Chapter 6

The next few days tried the very soul of Mrs. Ruth Dunn. Emotionally, it was more
distressful than the agonies of the menopause she'd recently suffered through. She was
determined to get a grip on herself, straighten up and fly right, and sin no more. And
in this she was successful, temporarily at least.
But her moods fluctuated wildly. At times it seemed as if she were in a bottomless pit of
pitch-blackness and surrounded by an aura of permeating evil, and that there was no
hope of her ever seeing the bright sunlight of decency again. When Ruth got to feeling
this way, she would sit down and burst into tears, wishing she could die.
Then an hour later, oftentimes less, she would be on top of the world, feeling as slight
and carefree as a chirping bird flitting from tree limb to tree limb. When she felt this
way, Ruth found herself wondering if her sexual misbehavior had been so terrible, after
all. She would go busily about her work, either housecleaning because she was
inherently neat and tidy or her dressmaking because she enjoyed the work and needed
the extra money it added to her almost-but-not-quite-sufficient income, singing happily,
feeling at peace with the world, exuding a sense of physical well-being.
And so her moods vacillated, from the depths of guilt and depression to the heights of
carefree exuberance, and there was nothing the middle-aged widow could do except roll
with the punches and go on as best she could with the business of living.
On Sunday, Ruth dressed Affie and herself in their best clothes and she took the
handsome mulatto lad to Sunday School and Church with her. She rededicated her life
to Christ and was overjoyed when her young charge voluntarily made a decision to
accept the Lord and Savior into his young life.
"It's a beautiful day," she said, feeling serene of soul and healthy of body as she and the
boy, holding hands, filed out of church along with their co-worshipers into the bright
spring sunshine of a warm and pleasant Southeastern New Mexico day.
"Yes indeed, a beautiful day. Perfect in every way. Thank the Lord for his goodness and
mercy. How would you like to stop at a restaurant and have Sunday dinner out, Affie?
And maybe go for a ride or to the park afterward?"
Instead of going to a restaurant, they got some Kentucky Fried Chicken and ate it at a
picnic table in the park. Their stomachs full, feeling lazy and relaxed, they strolled
aimlessly about for a while. Though the park wasn't as crowded as it might've been on
such a pleasant spring day, a fair number of other people were out and about. Families
picnicking. Children playing. A group of boys having a football game. Girls in twos and
threes milling about, flirting with similar bunches of boys. Couples strolling hand in
hand or lying on blankets, some with transistor radios playing.
One couple on a blanket – a white airman and a young Chicano girl who couldn't have
been over fifteen if she was that old – had no radio and didn't need one for they were
engrossed in one another to the point of being oblivious of their surroundings. The
young man was on top of the girl. She had her arms around him and they were
engaged in a wide-mouthed French kiss that went on and on and on. Both were fully
clothed but the girl's skirt was hiked up so high that her pantied bottom could be seen
squirming as the cheeks of it clenched and relaxed rhythmically. If they weren't actually
screwing right out there in public in broad daylight – and they might've been, with his
fly open and the crotch-band of her panties drawn to one side – then they were
certainly going through the motions, dry-humping each other to beat the band.
Ruth and Affie were within six feet of them before Ruth, who'd been gazing up at the
white vapor trail of a passing jet that was too high in the cobalt-blue sky for the plane
itself to be seen with the naked eye, noticed the indecently entwined, shamelessly
behaving couple.
"What are they doing, Missus Dunn?" the bug-eyed boy asked excitedly.
"They're being nasty and obscene!" Ruth hissed, loud enough so the couple could hear
her.
She took the kid by the arm and hurried him away. "Come on, Affie! Don't look at
them! Carrying on like animals right in the public park! The little hussy! A policeman
will come and take them to jail!"
In spite of her righteous indignation, the sordid scene affected Ruth more than she was
willing to admit even to herself. A prickly sexual heat made itself known in the lower
part of her panty-girdled abdomen. The insides of her fleshy thighs rubbed tinglingly
together as she strode swiftly along in her high-heeled pumps, heading back toward her
car with Affie in tow. Her crotch felt feverish, and the narrow strip of nylon covering it
became sticky wet with the leaking fluids of her inadvertent arousal.
Nor did her sensual discomfort diminish when she got home. It worsened steadily. She
couldn't sit still. Sunday afternoons were generally a quiet time of relaxed meditation
for her. She meditated, all right, but her mood wasn't one of relaxation. The thoughts
flitting through her mind were lewd and unbidden, concerning the dog in the back
yard, the vibrator which rested exactly as she'd discovered it in Pamela's lingerie
drawer, the sweet young penis of the cute little boy with whom she was alone in the
house.
Ruth read the newspaper without much interest in any of the articles. Her behind kept
squirming. In her mind's eye she could see the sordid tableau of the young couple
either having intercourse or simulating it on their blanket in the park. It gave her a
vicarious charge to recall the indecent display even though she'd happened upon the
bold young lovers accidentally and had quickly removed herself and Affie from the
vicinity of their immoral presence. The more she thought about them, the more her
clefted mound pressed itself down against the cushion of her easy chair.
Had the airman's penis actually been inside the young Chicano girl? Had they been
screwing right there in public, with people milling nearby? Ruth didn't know, but it
aroused her like everything to think back on it and imagine that they had really been
doing it right there in front of God and everybody.
A mood of sheer licentiousness began enveloping the middle-aged widow like a warm
seductive fog. She kept glancing at the boy who was slouched on the couch, his face
hidden by the Sunday comics. The bulge in his suit trousers was clearly indicative of a
growing erection. His small pudgy hand kept returning to it, touching it, pushing at it.
He was getting a hard-on, all right, and couldn't seem to leave it alone. As she observed
the kid fondling himself, Ruth began getting ideas that had no place in the mind of a
good Christian lady.
"It's such a lazy day," she said, yawning and stretching as she laid aside the newspaper
and rose from her chair. "I think we could both do with a nap. Come on, Affie."
"I don't want to take a nap."
"I think you need one. No arguments now. Come on."
"But I'm not done reading the funnies."
"Then bring them with you and you can read yourself to sleep."
I just want to cuddle the cutie pie a little, that's all, Ruth told herself as she took the
child into her bedroom.
"You'd better take off your suit pants," she said, unzipping her Sunday frock. "It
wouldn't do to wrinkle our good clothes with only one wearing, the way cleaning costs
are today."
Unquestioningly the youngster took off his pants and handed them to the woman as
she turned away from the closet after hanging up her dress.
"Take your shoes off and hop on the bed."
While he took off his shoes, Ruth emptied his pockets. She put their contents, along
with his belt, on her dresser. Then she went to the closet, draped his trousers on a
hanger and hung them beside the dress she'd just slipped out of.
Clad in socks, Jockey shorts, white shirt and tie, the eight-year-old mulatto boy climbed
into the bed and lay down with the Sunday comics.
"Turn your head, dear. I want to get out of this girdle so 111 be more comfortable. You
mustn't look at me while I'm removing my unmentionables." Ruth turned obliquely
away from the lad. She could feel his gaze on her as she drew up her slip and began
unfastening the topbands of her nylon hose from the garter clips attached to the bottom
of her white, high-wasted stretch-girdle. He was watching her every move, just as she'd
known he would when she piqued his childish curiosity by telling him not to. She
reached up under her white slip, tugged down her girdle's side zipper and, holding in
her belly, started squirming more than was really necessary as she removed the
confining undergarment. Deliberately she gave him a brief glimpse of her nude buttocks
before she let her slip drop back over them.
Leaning over, she stepped out of the girdle one foot at a time.
"What a relief," she sighed, straightening back up with the discarded girdle in hand.
She walked over to the dresser and laid the foundation garment on top of it. In the
mirror she could see Affie peeking at her under the bottom edge of the comics. She
pulled the left strap of her white slip down off her shoulder and worked her arm free.
Then the right. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her brassiere, took it off and
dropped it on top of her girdle. The flare of her hips was the only thing holding her
disarrayed slip up. It was bunched around her waist, leaving the top half of her body
completely nude. The boy could view her bare back directly. Ruth turned slightly so he
could also get a good look at her exposed breasts via the mirror.
This is terribly indecent of me, she thought to herself, smiling sensuously at her
reflection in the mirror, all but ignoring the nagging voice of her conscience. He's just a
little boy. I shouldn't be teasing him this way.
The lascivious landlady cupped her sagging knockers, lifted them several inches and
then let them fall to bounce and jiggle as they would. For the boy's voyeuristic benefit,
she touched a brown nipple and teased it with a circular motion of her fingertips. Out
of the corners of her eyes, she could see him watching her in the mirror, and this
pleased her. Ruth didn't know what was making her act this way, but she was
thoroughly enjoying it. She'd never felt quite like this in all her life – so feminine and
seductive yet playful and lighthearted.
One at a time she worked her arms back into her slip and drew the straps up over her
shoulders again. As she turned away from the mirror, she noted with amusement the
way the funny papers dropped back down to conceal Affie's face. Without a word, she
walked over and sat down on the side of the bed. She pulled off her high-heeled pumps,
set them on the floor beside the pair of boy's shoes, then leisurely rolled her flesh-toned
nylon stockings down her fleshy but shapely legs, removed them and dropped them on
top of her shoes. Completely naked under the sheer material of her body-hugging slip,
Ruth swung her legs up onto the bed and lay down beside the half-clothed boy child.
"Mmm," she sighed. "There's nothing I enjoy more than a nice nap on a lazy Sunday
afternoon."
Affie said nothing. The comics rattled slightly. His hands were shaking a bit.
"Aren't you through with the funnies yet, Affie?"
"I g-guess."
She took them from him, folded them and dropped them over the edge of the bed.
"Take off your tie."
He did. She hung it over the headboard. Then she turned onto her side, facing him,
and reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt. Her red-lacquered fingernails
contrasted vividly with the white material.
"What are you doing?"
"Unbuttoning your shirt. Let's get it off you. You'll be more comfortable without it, I'm
sure."
Affie gave her a questioning look but offered no protest. She unbuttoned his shirt from
the top down. At the last button her hand was dangerously near his loins. It was all
Ruth could do to keep her hand from moving lower and touching that attractive bulge
in his white cotton Jockey shorts. He had a full erection now. It lay up along his belly,
clearly outlined by the strained material concealing it.
"Sit up."
He sat up. She helped him off with his shirt and hung it on the bedpost at her side of
the headboard.
"Now snuggle up and be my teddy bear, and we'll have a nice refreshing nap."
They lay down, woman and boy, and the white widow took the mulatto child into her
maternal arms. It was very cozy and intimate. All the plump youngster had on was his
socks and shorts. The even plumper lady was nude except for her slip.
Only Ruth didn't feel much like a lady. In the back of her mind this idea of a nap had
been nothing more than an excuse right from the start, a rationalization that would get
her into bed with Affie this way, both of them nearly naked. Ruth was beginning to
realize this now. Her true motives were crowding their way into her consciousness. It
was unavoidable. They had their arms around one another. Affie's cheek rested on her
bosom and his stiff penis was pressing against her abdomen, making Ruth want to do a
lot more than merely cuddle the darling little boy.
Oh no, she thought. The Devil's tempting me again, but I'm not going to fall for his
trickery this time. I may want to, but that doesn't mean I have to, and I won't. I'm not
all that weak-willed. I'll just lie here for a while, holding the sweet young thing close. If
we don't fall asleep soon, we'll forget the nap and get back up.
"Are you cold, Missus Dunn?"
"No, dear, why do you ask?"
"You're shiverin'."
She was, but from her inner emotions not the comfortable temperature of the room.
"You feel nice and warm."
"1 am," she said. "Hush. Go to sleep."
He snuggled closer. His face nuzzled her breasts and his erected penis dug at her belly.
Ruth could detect a slight trembling in his hands as one of them moved down from the
small of her back and settled timidly on the upper slope of her highest buttock. Was he
doing it on purpose? Rubbing against her? Trying to work up the courage to feel her
up? Ruth closed her eyes. She feigned sleep.
"Missus Dunn?"

* * *

She didn't answer. Didn't move. It felt like a big warm spider, his hand inching lower,
fingers walking over the curve of her droopy asscheek. Her breath caught in her throat
when he patted her butt then began caressing it through the sheer nylon tricot material
of her slip.
I ought to stop him, she thought. I shouldn't let him touch me that way!
Ruth's heart fluttered and began beating faster when the little boy started pulling up her
slip. Her teeth caught her lower lip as he bared her behind and she felt the gentle
breeze from the open window playing over her twin hillocks. She wanted to scream
when, emboldened by her deceitful silence, Affie started feeling up her nude bottom as
if he owned it.
Oh, no... nooh! she moaned inwardly.
Fermentations of desire were bubbling inside her like an unholy brew in a witch's
cauldron. Ruth knew if she didn't make the handsome little bugger stop that
immediately, he would get her worked up and it might be too late then. But she didn't
want him to stop. Not yet. God, how it thrilled her to have an innocent little boy
vulgarly fondling her naked backside, and nuzzling her breasts with his cute young face,
and rubbing his lovely fat dick obscenely against her belly.
As if they had minds of their own, her sinful hands slid down and molded themselves
around the two halves of his plump boyish bottom. She drew him tighter against her
and rubbed back at his desirable young dong.
"Missus Dunn?!" All motion ceased. The boy drew back his head, gazing up at the
woman through startled, fear-filled eyes. He'd been caught and he knew it.
"You can call me Ruthie," she whispered, a sensuous smile tugging at the corners of her
mouth. She wouldn't open her eyes and look at him just yet. It might break the spell
she was under. "Don't stop, honey. Go on. Feel my butt some more."
"Oh boy! Do you mean it?"
"Mmm." She slipped her hands down inside his shorts and squeezed his buns fondly.
He tried to give her the same treatment, but his hands were too small in relation to the
size of her big soft buttocks. This didn't prevent him from stroking her rump, though,
or patting it, or pulling at the spongy mounds of warm womanflesh.
"There's a lot of it there, huh? Do you like Ruthie's big lard ass?"
"I love it!"
"You sweet thing!" she sighed. "Do you want me to take off my slip? I saw you looking
at my titties. Would you like to play with them now?"
The kid couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd had a schoolboy crush on the older
woman almost from the day he and his folks had moved into her house. He'd become
even more fond of her the night she'd jacked him off and taught him that his goober
was good for a lot more than just peeing through. And the morning she'd got down
under the cover and sucked on his peter, well, he'd been in love with her ever since.
And now she was taking off her slip, getting honest to gosh naked so he could play
with her big pretty titties. It was just too good to be true! He didn't hesitate a second
when she told him to take off his shorts so she could play with his peter while he
played with her titties.
"Oh, Affie, this is so wrong! We shouldn't be doing this, honey," she whined, even as
she took the plump body of the cute child into her arms and lay back down with him,
both of them naked as jaybirds now. She pushed a breast at his face, brushed the desire
stiffened nipple across his lips. "KISS IT! HURRY!"
He kissed her nipple. Ruth held his head, stroking his kinky hair. She fed the nipple
into his mouth.
"SUCK IT, TEDDY BEAR! AAAAH! YES, YES! HARDER!"
She made him take hold of her tit and, as he nursed on the tumid cone of brownish
erectile tissue, his hot little mouth making her shiver with delight, she kissed peckingly
about the top of his head and ran her open-fingered hands caressingly over as much of
his feverish young body as she could reach. His skin, the color of coffee with cream,
was smooth and soft as the finest glove leather dressed with pure neat's-foot oil. She
threw her leg over him. Using her bare foot like a hand, she caressed the backs of his
tan legs with its pink sole.
There was no turning back now. Ruth hadn't deliberately set out to seduce the young
son of her tenants. But that's the way it was working out, and she knew she was going
to follow through to completion if it was the last thing she ever did. The boy was
sweeter than sweet. She felt downright cannibalistic toward him. Of course she would
never harm a single kinky hair on his pretty little head, but she felt for all the world as
if she could eat him alive, devour him whole!
"KISS ME!" She clasped his head and drew it up.
Slurp! came the lascivious report as his suctioning lips lost the glistening cone of her
saliva-wetted nipple and areola.
"I LOVE YOUR TITTIES TOO, MISSUS DUNN!"
"CALL ME RUTHIE!" She licked her red oral petals, moistening them with her tongue,
and then she fastened them firmly to the impassioned lad's lips. With her thumb
hooked over the point of his chin, she pried open his mouth and probed her tongue
deeper and deeper into the moist warmth of its sweet recesses. His tonguetip met hers,
licked back at it unsurely at first then with more and more confidence as she taught
him how to French kiss in the best of all possible ways – by doing not talking about it.
He sucked her invading tongue as greedily as he'd been sucking her nipple before it.
So sweet! So incredibly sweet! She sighed silently as she slithered her tongue around
inside his oral cavity, letting him lick it and suck it to his heart's content as she lapped
longingly at his teeth, his tongue, the silky-smooth inner surfaces of his cheeks, the roof
of his mouth, the hard, ridged palate first then the soft palate behind it and finally his
tonsils way in the back and at the top, the tip of her extended tongue tickling and
teasing the hanging oblong glands then batting them around and even wedging in
between them.
But their wet soul kiss had only just begun. Emulating the young lovers in the park,
Ruth made it last for a long, long time. Slowly but surely she drew her tongue back into
her mouth in a way that enticed Affie's to follow. She coaxed his slippery little eel all
the way into her oral chamber and let him explore her hidden recesses the way she'd
explored his. Then she wrapped her lips around the back of his wagging taste organ
and sucked it hungrily. His little boy's tongue was so pure and sweet that she got
carried away. If she could've, she might've sucked it out by the roots, and if she had 've
she would've surely swallowed it.
Still kissing with mouths wide open and tongues entwined, the woman locked her legs
around the boy's, hugged him tight and rolled onto her back, bringing him on top of
her. Only then did she tear her mouth from the sweetness of his, and even then with
great reluctance.
"SCOOT DOWN A LITTLE, CUTIE PIE!" She tugged at his shoulders, drawing him
lower, getting him into position.
"WHAT FOR, RUTHIE?" He'd been enjoying the kiss, wanted her to suck his tongue
some more.
"YOU'LL SEE! REMEMBER THE COUPLE IN THE PARK? YOU ASKED ME
WHAT THEY WERE DOING! WELL, I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU! THERE! STOP
RIGHT THERE! THAT'S JUST RIGHT! HOLD STILL!"
She worked her trembling hand between their bodies and took hold of his rock-hard
penis.
"OOOH!" he sighed.
Ruth peeled back the foreskin of his fat young dick and swabbed the denuded glans up
and down her dribbling crack, coating it with nature's own sexual lubricant. Her fingers
gripped the stem. With a tug to set him in motion, she guided the three-inch bone
toward her womanly slot and wedged the naked head between the slippery flanges of
her blood-engorged labia majora.
"OOUUU!" the kid whimpered as his denuded dome disappeared for the first time into
the moist heat of a woman's hairy hole.
Seductively Ruth slid her hands over Affie's hips, cupped his plump buns and drew him
into her all the way.
"AAAHH!" she sighed, as his hairless pubic mound compressed her densely thatched
mound of Venus.
"WILL A POLICEMAN... COME TAKE US TO JAIL?" the eight-year-old gasped, his
visage mirroring the pleasured shock that was sweeping over him.
"WHAT!" Ruth couldn't help laughing at the precious child's naive question.
"IN THE PARK... YOU SAID A POLICEMAN WOU-"
"OH, HONEY, NO!" she broke in. "DON'T WORRY, TEDDY BEAR, IT'S
DIFFERENT HERE!"
She explained that no one would even know what they were doing in the privacy of her
bedroom, that no policeman would be bothering them, or anyone else. All the while she
held him in her right up to the hilt, savoring the sensual effects of penetration as his
short but fat young pecker soaked pulsatingly in the snug harbor of her private portal.
"WHAT ARE WE DOIN', RUTHIE?" he asked excitedly. She'd said the couple in the
park were being nasty and obscene. He didn't see anything nasty about this, and he
didn't know what obscene meant, but from the way she'd spoken those words he knew
they were doing something naughty.
"INTERCOURSE! WE'RE HAVING INTERCOURSE!"
"HUH?" It was a new word to him.
"WE'RE SCREWING!" Just saying such a vulgar word out loud gave Ruth a charge,
especially since she was saying it to an innocent young boy.
"WHAT'S THAT MEAN, RUTHIE?"
"ALL RIGHT THEN, FUCKING! THAT'S WHAT WE'RE DOING! WE'RE
FUCKING, AFFIE, ME AND YOU, YOU SWEET THING! DO YOU KNOW WHAT
FUCK MEANS?"
He grinned sheepishly. This was a word he'd heard. It was one of those bad words. He
nodded. So this is what fucking means! he was thinking. Oh, boy!
All the eight-year-old knew about sex was what Ruth had taught him so far. She had to
tell him what to do, and guide his hips with her hands as he started awkwardly lifting
and lowering his plump bottom, dipping his pecker in and out of the fur-fringed slot
between her legs.
"IT FEELS... GOOD!" he panted.
"OH, AFFIE... BABY, BABY... YES, FOR ME TOO!" she crooned.
The boy's complete innocence, combined with his young and tender age, made Ruth
feel wonderfully wicked as she taught him how to hump her. Forbidden fruit is always
sweeter, and could anything have been more forbidden than having sexual intercourse
on a Sunday afternoon with a little boy that was half Negro? He was such a darling
child. Even his awkwardness thrilled her because it reminded Ruth that she was giving
him his very first piece of pussy.
"AAAH... YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY... FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
He was getting the hang of it now, bouncing his butt up and down between her thighs
with smoother and faster strokes that made his three-incher stab into her sex. His
youthful dork wasn't nearly long enough to touch bottom in the mature vagina of the
middle-aged woman, but that wasn't necessary for he was giving her plenty of pleasure,
both physical and psychological. His fat dick plugged her snug gap nicely, stroking all
of her vital parts as it sawed happily away within he slippery circle of her dilated
opening. The most sensitive area of any woman's genitals is located in the first two to
two and a half inches of her vulva, so the lad's short, stubby pecker penetrated her quite
sufficiently.
But if it was good for Ruth, and it was, then it was even better for Affie. This was all
new to him, the most exciting thing that'd ever happened in his young life. The feel of
the woman's warm wet flesh around his jabbing joint made his head spin. The swirling
pleasure of it became too much for him. He began whimpering with the onset of
climactic bliss hardly more than a minute after he'd started banging into her.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!"
"YES, TEDDY BEAR, YESSS!" Ruth squealed, recognizing the signs. She clutched the
plump buns of the breathless child and drew his pulsating peter full into her. "YOU'RE
ABOUT TO CUM, AREN'T YOU? DO IT! DO IT NOW! I WANT YOU TO! CUM,
CUM... INSIDE MEE!"
Squirming beneath him, she tugged at his buttocks to hold him in all the way, and she
worked her inner muscles like a milking machine, making her pussy suck wetly at his
palpitating prong.
"OOOHHHH!" Affie moaned, his eyelids blinking and his mouth hanging open.
"CUM, CUM, CCUUMMM!" Ruth chanted coaxingly.
His asscheeks tensed. Instinctively he hunched his pleasured prick as deep into her as
he could possible drive it, going, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
"OH JESUS!" the widow gasped. "HOW SWEET! I CAN FEEL IT! YOUR LITTLE
DOODAD'S TWITCHING LIKE EVERYTHING! YOU'RE GOING OFF! OH,
AFFIE, YOU'RE CUMMING! IS IT GOOD, BABY? TELL ME!"
"G-GOOODD... UUNNN, UUNNN... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"YES, YES, I KNOW! CUM GOOD! DO YOU LOVE IT? MY PUSSY?"
"LOVE IT... LLOOVVEE ITT... OHHHH... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" It was
too soon for Ruth to join him in orgasmic ecstasy, but his proud young pole was
throbbing inside her like a beating heart and she savored the erotic sensations of it to
the fullest. If anything, she enjoyed the young boy's cum more than he did, for having
him go off inside her gave her a terrific thrill that was separate and apart from the
physical aspects of their taboo fornication.
She smiled up at the ceiling, caressing his heaving back and quivering bottom while his
soaking penis slowly lost its erection and shriveled within the moist sheath of her
womanly harbor.
"That was great, Ruthie, but it didn't last long enough."
"Mmm, it was lovely, wasn't it? Don't worry, cutie pie, we're not through yet. It'll last
longer next time. Kiss me!"
His spent organ dragged through her bush as he scooted up to kiss her. It felt like a
warm wet worm against her lower abdomen as they kissed, with Ruth sucking the kid's
tongue and stroking his bottom.
After she'd given him a respite, she rolled over, reversing their positions. She kissed her
way down his throat and chest and stomach. There was no need to rush. They had the
rest of the afternoon and all evening to make love. The right and wrong of what they
were doing no longer mattered to Ruth. They'd tasted forbidden fruit and found it to be
luscious and sweet.
The widow wanted more, much more, but she was in no hurry. Her mood was
surprisingly playful and relaxed, considering how hot and bothered she was. Ruth
arrived at his navel. It was a deep one because of his plumpness. She stuck her tongue
into his belly button and swirled it around wetly, making him squirm and giggle. Then
she rested her cheek on his tummy, her shoulder-length tresses-soft brown but liberally
sprinkled with gray-fanning out behind her head on his chest, and she teased his
shrunken penis by flipping it back and forth with her index finger.
"I took this nice fellow in my mouth the other morning, while you were asleep."
"I woke up."
Ruth smiled. "I was afraid of that. You didn't let on, though, did you?"
"I was afraid you'd stop."
"That was very sneaky of you, you know."
"I know. You, too, Ruthie."
"Yes, wasn't it? I don't know what came over me."
"You gonna suck on it again? Now?"
"I'm tempted to do just that. Do you want me to?"
"Oh boy, yeah!"
"You sweet thing!" she gushed.
His organ still glistened with its coating of her vaginal secretions. This made it all the
more appealing to her because of her licentious mood. She swung between his legs in a
kneeling position and extended her tongue as she lowered her head toward his young
boy's loins, which were totally devoid of pubic hair. She licked his dick like a mother
cat licks her kitten. It tasted of pussy, her pussy, and the flavor turned her on.
"Mmmm, sweet little dick! Pretty little balls!" she cooed and, lowering her head between
his legs, she began laving the crinkled skin bag containing his small immature testicles.
Her passion soared. She couldn't get enough of him. In addition to his stiffening pecker
and quivering little nutsac, she spit-bathed his entire groin from the top of his bald fatty
mound clear down into the creases where his thighs joined his crotch. And she gloried
in the act of abandoned oral depravity, using her tongue like a sponge to soak up the
musky flavors of his perspiration and body oils.
"OH GOD, HOW I DO LOVE THIS!" she exclaimed. "AND YOU, AFFIE! YOU'RE
THE SWEETEST LITTLE BOY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!"
Ruth was beginning to feel like a predatory tigress, a wild carnivorous she-creature. The
relaxed playfulness was gone from her mood now. She was just plain horny, incredibly
so. There wasn't an inch of the child's precious boyish body that her woman's lips
wouldn't gladly kiss. He was her sex-cake, and she wanted to eat her cake and have it
too.
"ROLL OVER! GET ON YOUR TUMMY SO I CAN KISS YOUR CUTE BOTTOM!"
Quickly he rolled over. She was coming on so strong that he was scared not to. He
needn't have been intimidated, for she adored him and meant him no harm, as he soon
learned.
Smack, smack, smack!
Avidly she loved his rump with her lips, planting passionate wet kisses all over the two
light brown halves of the plump, protuberantly Negroid bottom. Kissing his ass wasn't
enough to slake her thirst for unnatural oral sex. Ruth stuck out her insatiable tongue
and started slavishly licking his warm, soft buns. His buttocks quivered and twitched
with delight as she laved them thoroughly, her washrag of a tongue making his satiny
skin shine wetly with a film of bubbly saliva.
Even this wasn't enough to satisfy Ruth's ravenous hunger. For far too long her
outmoded sense of decency had held her sensuality in check; now it'd been set free and
was running wild. At forty-four, she was just beginning to learn what a truly passionate
woman she could be.
"OHGOD, OHGOD!" she whined, her heart pounding like a jack-hammer with the
excitement of her suddenly unleashed lust.
She insinuated her tongue into the crack of Affie's adorable young butt and began
licking fervently up and down the musky vale.
"OHHH... RUTHIE, WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
For an answer she licked deeper into the sweaty gorge of his quivering buttocks. And
deeper yet.
"GET UP ON YOUR KNEES! HURRY!" she husked.
He did as she told him. She wedged her face between his saliva and perspirationsheened 
buns. The moist, assy smell of his anal region stung her discerning nostrils. It
made her head reel luridly.
SMACK! came the lewd report, as she kissed his asshole itself.
"OHGOODLORD!" she wailed.
Her hands shook visibly as she probed her red-nailed white fingers into the cleft of his
coffee-with-cream-colored buttocks and pried them apart. His puckered brown rectum
winked invitingly at her. It seemed to be begging for another kiss. She gave it one, a
good one, then another and another. Then she pushed her face right into his asscrack
and licked his anus.
"OOOUUUU!" the boy whimpered.
"YOU LIKED THAT, DID YOU?" Ruth asked, her voice quavering with the vibrations
of her runaway passion.
He said yes, he liked it, and she thought, My God yes, and so did I! But it wasn't
enough. Oh no, not nearly enough.
Ruttishly she wedged her face deeper into his anal gorge. She opened her mouth and
pressed her red lips to the crinkled brown skin surrounding his buttonhole bum.
Willfully she teased the tip of her misbehaving tongue into the tiny opening. Affie
shivered, sucked in his breath sharply and held it. Ruth probed her taste organ deeper
into the forbidden orifice. The dark brown flavor assaulted her taste buds. It made her
head swim. Ruth couldn't resist. She wanted to go whole hog. A whimpering sob
escaped her flared nares as she thrust out her tongue like a spear, shooting it right up
into his dark tunnel.
"NNNAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the lad cried out, and he threw back his head.
"OOOUUUMMMMMM!!!" Ruth moaned through her nose.
His asshole felt hot around her pink spear. It had a tart, tangy taste to it. Not a good
taste but not bad either, and it certainly wasn't offensive to her in her present condition
of rampaging lust. For a moment she kept her tongue extended to the fullest, waggling
it around in the heated depths of his heady-tasting shit chute. Then she started sucking
his asshole, and tongue-fucking it, going down on his butthole as if it were a miniature
pussy.
Both woman and boy were on their knees. The upper part of Ruth's torso was inclined
downward. As she rocked slightly to and fro, hanging onto his thighs, the tumescent
tips of her dangling boobs dragged back and forth on the bedspread. Her rump stuck
up in the air. Silvery strings of viscous woman-goo exuded from her hairy snatch,
stretching down between her legs, swaying obscenely before they broke and fell to the
bed between her knees, making wet spots on the coverlet.
Look at me! Look at ME! Ruth felt like yelling. I'm sucking his asshole! I've got my
tongue stuck up this little boy's butt!
There was no shame in her. She was proud of what she was doing. It was low-down
and depraved, such a nasty thing to do, but that's the way she wanted it now. The
dirtier the better, so far as the passion-crazed widow was concerned. Raw sex; animal
sex. That's what she wanted. The tattered remnants of her shattered inhibitions lay
round about her like the ripped-out petals of a plucked rose.
When she tired of performing analingus on the boy – a thrilling act indeed but one
which would bring her no relief no matter how long engaged in – she had him lie on
his back again and she gave his tight young nuts a good licking before she took his
cock in her mouth. He was about to pop, so she blew him all the way and kept right on
gobbling his knob. His peter wilted a little, but he was a strong healthy kid and her
greedily suctioning mouth soon revived it to a state pf ironlike rigidity. Then and only
then did the lustful landlady allow the lad's spit-slick pecker to slip from between her
puffy red lips.
"IT'S LOVELY! JUST BEAUTIFUL!"
Smack, smack, smack! She kissed up one side of his prick and down the other, almost
worshiping it for the pleasure it was giving her.
"I'M SO HOT!" she husked, climbing astride the more than willing youngster.
"NEVER BEEN THIS HOTTT!!!"
On her knees, her dribbling pussy hovering anxiously above his loins, she reached
down and grabbed the object of her affection. She stripped the elastic foreskin all the
way back and guided the purplish bulb of his denuded crown toward the hair-fringed
slot of her secretion-dripping snatch.
"OOOH!" Ruth sighed, as the knob of bloated boy-meat parted the petals of her
descending sex and disappeared inside it, her blood-engorged labia opening then
closing around it like a hungry carnivorous flower.
She let herself down onto his desirable dork with one swift plunge, taking all the lovely
fat dick he had to give her. Her wet cunt-rim splatted against his bald pubis,
compressing the fatty mound until she got the extra inch of stiff meat that was hidden
inside it – part of his penile root, and it was thicker than the shaft it supported.
"AAAAHHHH!"
Ruth's face mirrored her carnal delight. She was sitting on about four inches of bone
hard prick, and it felt divine. In this position-kneeling astride him as he lay on his 
backher silky sheath was at its shortest, the depth of penetration at its greatest. 
The turnedon widow couldn't have asked for a bigger phallus, for the naked head of the 
boy's lengthened rod rested against the very mouth of her lowered womb.
"OH, LORDY!" she whimpered, and began rotating her hips in a tight circle and
bearing down to take every possible fraction of an inch of his impaling lance inside her
pleasantly surprised belly.
The hairy rim of her dilated sex revolved hooplike around the flared base of his hotly
throbbing organ, while inside her, unseen but certainly felt by them both, the boy's
tender bare glans glided thrillingly round and around the protruding sensitive neck of
the woman's pear-shaped uterus, the very core of her femininity itself.
"AHHHH... OOOHHHH!" she moaned, her facial features drawing with the rapture
mounting inside her as she continued to grind her crotch against his groin.
"OH, MISSUS DUNN!" Affie gasped, his eyes bugging with pleasured awe.
"RUTHIE!" she corrected. "CALL ME RUTHIE WHEN WE'RE FUCKING!"
"IT FEELS SO GOOD, RUTHIE!"
"I KNOW, TEDDY BEAR! I KNOW, I KKNNOOWWW!!!" Continuing the circular
motion of her hips, Ruth began slowly lifting and lowering herself. She and her
husband had rarely done it this way, and only during the early part of their marriage
when they were still experimenting. Ruth hadn't cared for the unladylike position back
then because it'd made her feel undignified and sluttish. It still did, only now she didn't
give a hoot about dignity and was actually enjoying her role as a boy-seducing slut. She
meant to fuck the sweet young cock right off the irresistible little guy.
"FUCK, FUCK... I'M FUCKING YOU THIS TIME... AND I LOVE IT! DON'T YOU,
CUTIE PIE?"
He said he sure did, and the expression on his girlishly pretty face told her so even
more clearly than his breathless words.
The hairy slot between her fleshy thighs clung tightly to the sex-wetted girth of Affie's
short fat pecker. Her shimmering brown labia distended out around it salaciously as she
climbed it, then folded inward and disappeared to their furry borders when she slid
back down his proud young pole, making her mature box enclose it to the hilt and an
inch beyond by the flattening together of their spongy mounds, hers clefted and his
homed.
Gradually Ruth speeded up the tempo, not deliberately but just naturally as it got better
and better. The bedsprings started squeaking rhythmically. Her flabby buttocks splatted
lewdly against the tops of the lad's pudgy thighs. With his dong plugging her gap, the
hot paste of her free flowing fluids became trapped in her vagina. Cunt syrup built up
until it could be heard sloshing around inside her.
Squish, squish, squish!
This was the noise her pussy started making as its clinging outer rim skimmed rapidly
up and down the glistening tan length of the kid's throbbing column of youthful
turgidity.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" Ruth soon began chanting.
Her big floppy tits jounced and swayed. Beads of perspiration popped out on her
forehead and upper lip. Trickles of sweat ran ticklingly down her rippling abdomen.
Her twat was alive as never before. It was sucking the boy's prick as she rode him on
toward glory.
The lust-inciting odors of their aroused genitals wafted upward, giving a male/female
sex scent to the very air Ruth was breathing. If Affie's rampant rod had been any bigger
or better, Ruth couldn't have stood it.
"OHJESUSGOD!" she cried, bucking on his horn for all she was worth, riding him
down the homestretch to victory. "SWEET DICK! OOHHH! IT'S LOVELY...
LOVELY... LLOOV VEE-LLLEEEE!!!"
The boy whimpering. The woman gasping. The bedsprings going: Squeak, squeak,
squeak!
Splat, splat, splat! Her saggy asscheeks pounding the tops of the boy's thighs while her
juiced-up snatch went: Squish-slurp, squish-slurp, squish-slurp! as it slid up and down
his tool, sucking at it wetly.
"RUTHIE! OHH, OHHHH!" Affie cried urgently.
"YES, BABY!" she rasped, bouncing, twisting, her hair fanning the fuck-fragrant air as
she slung her head about. "LET IT HAPPEN! CUM! DON'T EVEN TRY TO HOLD
IT BACK! GO OFF! I'M READY... AAAHH... TTOOOO... OOOHHHHH... NOW
NNOOWWW!!!"
The old springs squawked and snapped as she poured on the coals to bring them off
together, bucking on his pleasure-giving horn so hard and fast that her huge jugs
slapped up and down.
"UUNNN, UUNNN, UUNNN!" the eight-year-old chanted moaningly.
"OHGOD ... OHSHIT... OHGODDAMNNN!!!" Ruth husked, as the prickly heat of
her impending climax caused a measles-like sex rash to break out on her chest and
upper abdomen.
"I'M CUMMIN'!" Affie yelped, and he pushed up his groin, instinctively trying to
shove his tight and tender body-hugging balls into her along with his twitching pecker.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHH... RUTH IE... RUTTHHIIEEE!!!"
Ruth worked like ninety to bring herself off. She wanted this cum desperately, thought
she would die if she didn't get hold of the brass ring that would bring it crashing down
on top of her.
For a terrible moment she feared she wouldn't make it. And then it hit, virtually
without warning, like a charge of dynamite going off in her guts.
"WWWHHHA AAHHHHH!!!"
She froze at the top of a stroke. Her sweat-dripping torso trembled, then jerked
spastically.
"AAAAAAAAAA-GGGG AAAAHHHH!!!" Down she came, her head thrown back and
her glassy eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, seeing nothing but a swirling fog of red
not gray. Her spasming twat gobbled the boy's pounding prick, going, SPLAT! as her
hair-ringed cuntlips smacked luridly against his sweaty groin, flattening against him,
sucking like leeches at the flared base of his penis.
"UNG, UNG, UNG!" the boy grunted manlike, his pleasure-numbed dong jerking
spasmodically in the velvety-vise of the woman's steaming-hot sheath.
"CUMMING... OH, GAWD... GGAAWWDDD... CUUUUMMMMIII-INNNGGG!!!"
Ruth cried, and she cupped her tits, capturing the desire-tumid nipples and pinching
down on them. "NNNAAAAGGGG-GHHHHHHHH!!!"
Inside her heaving, sweat-glistening belly, her womb was doing its convulsive dance of
orgastic ecstasy, the hypersensitive mouth of it tap, tap, tapping against the bluntly
rounded tip of the lad's expanding and contracting cockhead.
"OOOOOHHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally.
Her head flopped forward, the point of her quivering chin resting on her breastbone
and her disheveled hair hanging down over her face like a veil. An inner seizure caused
her silky vagina to squeeze down on the kid's pulsating prick, and as it did the buildup
of female fuck juices was forced down and out.
Ppssstt!
Her cuntlips flapped luridly as a wave of frothy woman-cream gushed out around their
prick/pussy connection. The feminine goo sprayed over the boy's hips and tummy. It
coated his twitching testicles and dripped down the crack of his quivering butt. Some of
the copious liquid ran in rivulets down the tremulous insides of the woman's fleshy
thighs.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" Ruth sighed hoarsely, her entire body shuddering with the
mindless bliss of it.
She fell forward, going as limp as if her spine had just melted. Her large titties 
flattened against the boy's upper chest.
"OOOOOUUUUUU... OOOOUUUU!!!" she whimpered mournfully.
Ruth was having a fantastic cum, not just one orgasm but a whole series of them. They
were coming back to back, nonstop, each one better than the last. Affie of course had
only one cum, brief but very intense, and as his moment of carnal joy ebbed away he
put his arms around the multiclimaxing widow. He hugged her and patted the
perspiration-dampened globes of her large, rapturously quaking fanny.
"OH, AFFIE!" she moaned. "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH... YOU LITTLE ANGEL...
MMMMMMMMMM... PRECIOUS ANGEL... OOHHH, OOHHH... HHH AAAAALLLLLLL! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" 
She lay atop the young kid, sobbing brokenly while a seemingly unending series of 
gut-wrenching orgasmic tremors wracked her sweatsoaked torso. Afterward, calling him 
her darling teddy bear and holding him close, Ruth and Affie had their nap.


Chapter 7

Affie slept with Ruth Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights. He became demanding. The
lonely widow could refuse the sexually awakened child nothing. It made her feel guilty,
carrying on with the young boy in such an indecent way, but she loved his amorous
attentions and simply couldn't resist him. The little bugger never seemed to tire of
sucking her nipples and playing with her pussy and, her sense of shame and guilt
notwithstanding, Ruth found it highly enjoyable. She found paradise lying there in bed
with the youngster in her darkened room night after night, letting him feel her up and
finger her snatch while he nursed at her breasts as if he were getting milk as well as
pleasure from the sucking of them, which of course he wasn't. They had sex as often as
Affie wanted it, which because of his good health and childish enthusiasm was quite
often.
Then on Wednesday Affie brought one of his little pals home with him after school, to
play, Ruth thought at first. But they followed her about the house like two bashful
puppies, giggling, whispering back and forth among themselves. She started laughing
too, at them, with them, because their silliness got to her before long.
"What in the world is the matter with you boys?" she asked.
Both kids looked up at her anxiously. The white boy blushed. Their giggling stopped.
Finally Affie said, "Roy wants to see your titties."
"What?!" Ruth gasped, and her cheeks turned even redder than the little white boy's.
To Ruth's dismay, she learned that Affie had told the boy all about her and what they'd
been doing. She thought she would die of embarrassment.
"Aw, come on, Ruthie," Affie pleaded. "Show Roy your titties. I told him you would!"
"Well, you shouldn't have!" Ruth scolded. "Good grief, I've never been so humiliated in
all my life!" Used to getting his way, Affie kept begging Ruth to do what he'd promised
his buddy she would. He was so doggedly determined that Ruth suspected he'd been
bragging about her to the other boy and was afraid of being thought a liar if she refused
to comply with his lewd request.
Ruth was afraid, too. If the boys talked, it could get all over town. Her good reputation
would be ruined. There might even be trouble with the authorities. Would the police
arrest her? Dear God, that would mean a nasty trial. Everyone would know about her
then!
Hating herself even as she did it, Ruth made a deal with them. In return for their
silence – she made them promise they would keep quiet about this, as well as what she
and Affie had done – she agreed to show the other boy her titties.
They were in her kitchen. Ruth took a deep breath and, with trembling fingers, began
unbuttoning her blouse. She hung the blouse over the back of a chair. Then she reached
up behind her, unhooked the catches of her brassiere and took it off. She put the bra
with the blouse and stood there shamefacedly, naked from the waist up.
"Gee, they sure are big!" Roy said.
"Didn't I tell you!" Affie said pridefully as he watched his schoolmate's eyes light up
and enlarge.
To Ruth's surprise, it gave her an illicit thrill to expose herself this way to two young
boys, one of them a complete stranger to her. The blond boy stared in total
enthrallment at her large, brown-tipped white breasts. She could read the excitement in
his attentive blue eyes and, despite her embarrassment, it aroused her against her will.
Affie stepped closer. He reached up and began fondling her nearest knocker.
"Honey, no!" she protested. "Not in front of your little friend!"
The horny lad was undeterred. He was showing off for his pal. His pudgy hand cupped
her tit, patting it from beneath, making it bounce and jiggle. Ruth's breath caught in
her throat. She began inching backward. Affie stayed right with her. He clipped one
arm around her waist and started patting her back with that hand while he felt up her
breast with the other.
"Stop it now! Affie, don't!" Ruth whined, as he backed her up against the refrigerator.
"You want to play with her other titty, Roy? Come on, she'll let you. Won't you,
Ruthie?"
"For goodness sakes, Affie, what's gotten into you?!"
The other kid smiled nervously. He didn't know about this. But Affie insisted it was
okay and the woman didn't say it wasn't. He felt kind of sorry for her, though. She
looked awfully embarrassed.
Roy approached her unsurely. Timidly he reached up and touched her tit.
An electriclike tingle passed through the middle-aged widow. She opened her mouth to
tell the towheaded youngster no, that he could look but mustn't touch, only no words
came forth. She couldn't seem to find her voice.
"Take the nipple between your thumb and finger like this," Affie instructed his friend.
"Kind of pinch it a little and wiggle it around. Yeah, like that. Harder. She likes that.
Don't you, Ruthie?"
"Oouuu!" Ruth whimpered, as both boys began tweaking her nipples, turning the
erogenous cones tumescent with unbidden desire.
She began squirming with sensual discomfort. She did like it. God help her but she did.
It was insane, standing in her own kitchen, stripped to the waist, letting two naughty
eight-year-old boys play with her titties. But she had neither the will nor any real desire
to put a stop to it. They were getting to her. Ruth was amazed at how fast she was
responding to their hot little hands.
"Please don't, Affie," she breathed, when he started sucking her nipple and pulling up
her skirt, running his hand up between her legs. "You mustn't treat me this way. What
will Roy think? You're going too far, damn it! Oooh... no, no... honey, don't... stop it
now!"
Ruth's head spun luridly. She began shivering.
"Suck on her nipple," Affie told his friend. "You want to feel her pussy?"
The boy nodded. He took her other nipple in his hot little mouth and started sucking
it.
"Oh, no... noo-oohh!" Ruth cried, when she felt Roy's hand join Affie's under her skirt.
There wasn't room for both their hands. Her legs were only slightly parted. The two
hands moved higher, compressing the soft insides of her fleshy thighs as they explored
skin that became softer and creamier the closer they came to where her legs joined her
body. Fingertips were soon brushing her clefted mound, the fingers and palms behind
them skidding over the moist female flesh at the very tops of her inner thighs.
"Spread you legs, Ruthie."
"Affie, nooh!" she whispered. But she spread her legs a bit more.
Ruth thought she would faint when both boys started petting her privates. The only
thing between her and the two indecently fondling hands was a narrow band of sheer
nylon. Fermentations of desire bubbled within her loins. She was leaking precoital fluid.
It soaked into the crotch-strip of her underpants, turning the nylon warm and wet.
"She's gettin' slick," Affie said. "Put your hand inside her panties."
Vertigo swept over Ruth. The room seemed to be revolving around her. Ten fingertips
wormed their way under the elastic legbands of her briefs, five digging at the crease
where her left leg joined her torso, five at the right. Her heart hammered against her rib
cage as first one small hand then the other slipped inside her undergarment.
"It's got hair all over it!" Roy whispered.
"Yeah, lots of it," Affie said. "It's supposed to. You like the way it feels? That's her
pussy, man!"
The blond boy nodded. He was shivering, his tiny hand shaking as he grew bolder and
began feeling her warm, wet flesh. Ruth could tell Roy was getting terribly excited. So
was she.
"That's enough now, boys! Affie, stop it! You too, Roy!"
"She don't mean it," the mulatto boy told his white playmate. "She's always tellin' me
to stop, but she'll do anything I tell her to. Stick your finger in her, Roy. It's okay.
Ruthie, spread your legs a little more so Roy can stick his finger in your pussy."
Ruth wanted to scream. She knew she ought to slap their faces and put a stop to this
sordid misuse of her body before things got out of hand, but Affie's words affected her
in the wrong way. Instead of anger, they incited lust. Docilely she spread her legs wider
and thrust out her pelvis, presenting her privates to the lads, making her hairy crack
more readily accessible to their eagerly probing fingers. One finger found its mark and
penetrated her well-lubricated orifice.
"AAAAAH!" Ruth sighed. She didn't know whether the finger belonged to Affie or his
buddy, but it felt lovely waggling around inside her.
"It feels hot inside! And so slick!" It was Roy's voice, crackling with excitement.
A spasmodic twitching near the left corner of Ruth's mouth tugged at her upper lip.
The temperature of the kitchen seemed to be rising by the second. She could hear
Affie's voice. It drifted to her as if through a fog. He was giving lewd instructions to his
pal. Another finger slipped inside her. Another and another.
Each boy had two fingers up Ruth now. They began working them in and out. Two
hungry hot mouths attached themselves leech-like to the crinkled brown cones of her
desire-stiffened nipples.
"Oh, no! Nooh!" she whimpered.
The rascals were sucking her titties and finger-fucking her at the same time. It felt
divine. Despite her sense of shame and humiliation, Ruth melted.
"OOOH... OOOHHHH!" she sighed.
A multitude of illicit thrills rippled through her, tingling down from her breasts and up
from her groin to meet in the pit of her stomach and crackle like static electricity.
"OH, GOOD LORD!" she gasped. "I SH-SHOULDN'T... BE LETTING YOU BOYS...
DO THIS TO ME!"
Absently Ruth licked her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the
refrigerator. Like a reluctant slave girl she stood there in her own kitchen, naked from
the waist up with her hips jutting forward, letting the two horny little boys abuse her in
this willfully wicked way. She felt demented and sinful, but what a charge it gave her!
As if her arms had minds of their own, they deployed her hands out from her sides. She
groped the kids. They both had erections. She began rubbing at their trouser-concealed
hard-ons. Her fingers fumbled with their zippers, tugging down on them. One hand
dove into Affie's open fly, the other into Roy's. Trembling fingers worked through the
flaps of their cotton shorts and fished out their stiff young peckers. She wrapped her
fingers around the two rock-hard organs and started jerking off the little boys while
they nursed at her nipples and stabbed into her secreting gap with their short fingers,
fingers that sometimes worked together but usually didn't. Most of the time two fingers
were on their way in while two more were retreating, which was a constant reminder to
the grown woman that two young boys not one were playing with her cunt at the same
time.
"MMMMM... AAAAH!" she moaned, her head lolling from side to side as, with a peter
in each hand, she ruttishly beat the meat of her youthful seducers.
Her swollen nipples ached deliciously. Both lads were going at them like greedy
suckling pigs. Their plunging fingers were setting her pussy on fire. Flaming arrows of
lust flew up her arched spine and embedded themselves in her addled brain, making it
blaze then explode like the dynamite shed in an Old West cavalry fort under Indian
attack.
"OHGOD!" she groaned, and started hunching their passion-provoking hands. "YES,
YES... YYEESSS!!!"
For a moment the mind-blasting stimulation continued – two hungry hot mouths
avidly nursing her erogenous nipples while four fingers, two belonging to each child,
shuttled in and out of her feverish slot – then suddenly Affie deserted her titties. He
extricated his hand from the confines of her underpants and stepped back, and he made
Roy do the same. Her secretion-soaked crotch band effected a tiny wet-sounding splat
as the elastic in her panties drew it like stretched rubber recoiling back into smothering
contact with her burning bush.
"WHY'D YOU STOP!?" Ruth wailed. She wouldn't turn loose of their appealing
appendages, so the boys pulled her along with them as they inched backward, shuffling
their feet on the waxed linoleum of the shiny kitchen floor. "YOU'VE GOT ME ALL
HOT AND BOTHERED. WE DON'T HAVE TO STOP! I'LL TAKE MY PANTIES
OFF FOR YOU! SO YOU CAN GET AT ME BETTER! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT,
BOYS?"
Roy nodded but Affie shook his head.
"WHY NOT, TEDDY BEAR?" Ruth whined.
"I told Roy I'd have you suck his dick."
"AFFIE!" Ruth gasped.
"I want you to do it, Ruthie." The mulatto lad's dark brown eyes glittered devilishly. "I
want you to do it now."
"OHMERCIFULFATHER!" the widow moaned.
Shame scalded her cheeks. Abruptly she released their rigid rods and sort of staggered
backward a few steps, until her bare, feverish back bumped the cool refrigerator. She
stood there blinking, unable to believe her ears.
"YOU CA-CANT BRING ONE OF YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS IN HERE... A BOY I
DONT KN-KNOW FROM ADAM... AND EXPECT ME TO... Her voice trailed off
and died.
Her mouth agape, her cheeks scarlet, Ruth looked searchingly at the towheaded
youngster. He was shaking like a leaf from nervous excitement, a cute, rather slender
child with a girlishly pretty face and a peaches-and-cream complexion. The curved
length of his erected penis angled up from his open fly. It was uncircumcised, a little
longer than Affie's but not as fat. Just looking at it made her mouth water.
This is crazy! she whined silently. I ought to have better sense!
"Can your friend keep a secret?" she heard herself asking breathlessly, without
consciously willing herself to speak.
"He won't tell nobody, will you, Roy?"
"No, ma'am. Nobody. I swear it."
"Go on, Ruthie," Affie urged. "I want to see you take it in your mouth!"
"All right," she breathed, and took a step toward the blond kid. "I shouldn't! I know I
shouldn't!" She took another step. "If you boys ever tell anybody about this, 111 be in
big trouble!" She stepped up to Roy and took hold of his irresistible prick. Her hazel
eyes smoldered as she gazed pleadingly into the blueness of reflected innocence and
purity which she could read in the towhead's eyes. "You won't tell anyone about this?
Not a soul?"
Roy's mouth opened but he was unable to speak so he shook his head.
"Affie, you've got to promise me, too."
"Nobody. Not ever."
"GOD LOVE YOU BOTH! YOU'RE BOTH SWEET AS CAN BE!"
Ruth gave the blond kid's pecker a fond squeeze. She leaned over and kissed him on
the lips. Then she sank to her knees.
"IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" she sighed, her hand shaking as she peeled back the loose folds of
satiny foreskin and exposed, the rosy red glans to her appreciative gaze.
There were a few white flecks on the denuded bulb of inflamed turgidity. More of the
whitish cheese was smeared here and there behind the tufted coronal ridge, not a ring
of peter butter but the beginnings of one. Roy's organ wasn't as clean as it might've
been, but was certainly in nowhere near as soiled condition as she'd found Affie's the
first time she'd skinned it back. She didn't feel like scolding the lad, however, or even
complaining about the unwashed state of his privates.
"OHJESUS!" she moaned, her feminine nostrils flaring as the unmistakable odor of
aroused boy-prick wafted thrillingly up her nose, the heady aroma causing her salivary
glands to spurt.
"Take it in your mouth, Ruthie!"
"YES, YES, ANYTHING YOU SAY, DARLING! I WANT TO SUCK IT! CAN'T
HELP MYSELF! I'M GLAD YOU BROUGHT YOUR LITTLE FRIEND HOME TO
ME! HE'S GOT A NICE ONE!"
Smack!
She kissed the end of the boy's pecker. Her tongue swiped the droplet of oozing
colorless goo from its slitted tip.
"MMMMM!"
"I told you she liked it, Roy!" Affie chirped, but the other lad was speechless.
Smack, smack, smack!
Ruth bestowed passionate wet kisses all over the blond's enlarged, velvety-skinned
knob.
"LICK IT, RUTHIE!"
"ALL RIGHT, TEDDY BEAR! YES, I WILL! GLADLY!"
Her tongue snaked out. It glided serpentine over, under and around the musk-flavored
glans. The flecks of sex cheese started disappearing. Ruth was scrubbing him clean with
the roughened upper surface of her flashing tongue, making the child cry out: "OHH,
OHH, OHH!"
She held the stony stem between her thumb and two fingers, lifting it, twisting it, as her
head wagged this way and that so her tongue could lave every square millimeter of the
crown's taut-skinned, gracefully contoured surface. Her head moved to one side. She
started at the frenum connecting the bottom of his glans to the shaft, and she licked
upward in a half circle, her insatiable tongue greedily scooping up the smears of peter
butter clinging to the exposed area immediately behind the flared coronal ridge at the
rear of his dickhead.
"MMMMM!" she whined thinly as she drew her tongue back into her mouth and
clucked it against her appreciative woman's palate like a wine connoisseur sampling a
glass of a fine imported vintage.
Her head swung to the other side, reversing its position, and she lapped up the rest of
the child's heady cock cheese.
"TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH!"
At this point, Affie's wish was her command. Obediently the widow formed her oral
petals into a soft receptive O. With her back arched to get her head at the proper level,
she tugged down the appealing organ almost perpendicular to Roy's body and moved
her head forward. The bluntly rounded forefront pierced her labial O and the wider
section behind enlarged it. Her red lips snapped over the flared corona and locked
rubber-like around the top section of white shaft.
A mewling sound and a kittenish purr escaped Ruth's dilated nares. Her tongue rushed
forward to greet the welcome visitor to her oral cavity. She began sucking and licking
the salty-tasting knob. The taste of this boy's pecker was similar yet different from
Affie's, but it was every bit as good. She loved having it in her mouth. And it excited
her to know that her teddy bear was watching her go down on this young boy he'd
brought home to share her sex favors. She didn't even know Roy's last name! Had
never to her knowledge seen him before a few minutes ago!
"MMMMM!"
Her head arced to and fro. As she increased the suction, her cheeks sank inward and
molded themselves to the convexity of the boyish organ. All but an inch of the shaft
became coated with her bubbly spit, the harsh light of day making it glisten brightly as
the obscenely distended circle of her puffy red lips skimmed up and down, up and
down.
"HOT DAMN!" Ruth heard Affie exclaim, and she could tell by the tone of his voice
that he was getting a terrific thrill out of seeing her this way. She glanced his way and,
out of the corner of her eye, noticed that he was pulling his pud. "YOU'RE SUCKIN'
HIM GOOD, RUTHIE! YOU OUGHTTA SEE THE LOOK ON ROY'S FACE!"
Ruth decided that was a good idea. The blond was about to pop and she didn't want
him to yet because she hadn't sucked on his yummy penis nearly long enough to satisfy
her oral craving.
Slurp! came the lascivious report as she drew back her head and her suctioning lips lost
the convex crown. Roy whimpered. She glanced up at his visage and saw that it was a
mask of pre-orgasmic ecstasy. She had him hovering the very brink of a climax,
probably his first ever. Ruth intended to give him his first cum, but not yet.
"LET'S GIVE YOUR LITTLE FRIEND A REST! COME HERE, TEDDY BEAR, AND
LET ME HAVE A SUCK ON YOUR PRECIOUS PETER NOW!"
No coaxing was required. The eight-year-old mulatto lad hurried over and stuck his fat
brown Tootsie Roll in the white woman's eager mouth.
Ruth pivoted toward him, her stockingless knees squeaking on the waxed linoleum. She
flung her arms around the child's trousered legs and started bobbing her head at his
loins, fervently sucking and licking at his delectable young dong. Affie had her number.
He took hold of her head, his pudgy little fingers entangling with her hair, and he
began fucking her face, driving the head of his tool down into the upper region of her
throat, making her take in every bit of his joint with each thrust – and how she loved
it!
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" she moaned chantingly, thrilling anew each and every time
the bloated knob of succulent boy-meat swabbed into the ringed portion of her throat.
But she wouldn't take Affie all the way either. When his orgasm seemed imminent, she
pulled away from him, swung back to Roy and started gobbling his stalk again.
And so it went. She nearly drove the boys and herself out of their minds going from
one to the other, always stopping short before they could go off in her mouth. It was
torture for all three of them, but torture of a most exquisite sort.
You wicked woman! You depraved slut! You dirty cocksucker! Ruth's outraged
conscience railed.
And she yelled right back at it, Yes, yes, that's exactly what I am! A wicked, depraved,
dirty cocksucking slut! And how I'm enjoying it! Jesus, I do feel dirty... so
DELICIOUSLY DIRTY!
From dark meat to light she went, sucking and licking and swallowing with sheer
delight the juicy mouthfuls of her free-flowing, pecker-flavored saliva. If ever there was
a heaven for middle-aged, boy-loving fellatrices like her, Ruth was in it now. The crotch
band of her panties couldn't soak up all the viscid hot paste leaking from the hairy
crack between her legs. The narrow strip of nylon became completely saturated with
her copious cuntal fluids, and the stuff started running warm and sticky-wet down the
insides of her fleshy thighs.
"BOTH OF YOU!" she husked, as soon as the lewd idea of attempting to cop both of
their scrumptious knobs at the same time entered her lust-fogged brain. "STAND
CLOSE TOGETHER! CLOSER! TOUCH YOUR HIPS TOGETHER! THAT'S THE
WAY! NOW TURN TOWARD ONE ANOTHER! A LITTLE MORE! THAT'S IT!
OH, JESUS, IT'S GOING TO WORK! HOLD STILL FOR ME! DON'T MOVE!"
The heads of their sturdy young organs were side by side, one touching the other. Ruth
applied pressure to the sides of their rigid columns at approximately their midpoints,
bending the two shafts as much as she could with causing the little boys too much
discomfort.
"OH GOD, WHAT A GORGEOUS SIGHT!" she gushed.
It was like a sawed-off, doubled-barreled shotgun staring her in the face. The bloated
dickheads were twitching with readiness, gleaming wetly with her saliva, one colored
purplish-brown and the other nearly beet-red it was so inflamed. She held the front
halves of their stems together, moved her head forward and began raining wet kisses of
adoration upon the two-headed creation of her lecheress' desire.
Smack, smack, smack!
The boys looked at one another. They giggled excitedly.
"YOU REALLY LOVE OUR PETERS, DON'T YOU, RUTHIE?"
It was Affie's voice. Ruth answered without looking up, "OH, TEDDY BEAR, YES,
YES, I DO! TWO SWEET YOUNG COCKS AND THEY'RE BOTH MINE! LORD
YES, I LOVE THEM! YOUR DARLING COCKS! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I
COULD EAT THEM RIGHT DOWN TO NUBS!"
Ruttishly she extended her pink tongue and began slavishly laving one glans then the
other, going back and forth. It was impossible to tell which of their joysticks she liked
best. They were both indescribably delicious!
"I'M GOING TO TAKE BOTH OF THESE PROUD YOUNG FELLOWS INTO MY
MOUTH NOW... AND SUCK THEM ALL THE WAY! I WANT YOU ANGELS TO
CUM THIS TIME! I WANT BOTH OF YOU TO CUM IN MY HUNGRY
COCKSUCKING MOUTHHH!!!"
Ruth opened her mouth wide. The two bulbs of boyish turgidity throbbing one beside
the other stretched her puffy red lips but she managed-driven by her perverted desire –
to orally engulf them both.
"OOOMMMMM!" she moaned, and began sucking and licking simultaneously.
At first air hissed in through her lips, but she remedied this by squeezing the front
halves of their shafts tighter together and molding her oral petals more snugly about
the double-stemmed delight. It was a real mouthful. She began bobbing her head
between their angled loins, using the fingers of both hands to keep their fat little dicks
pressed firmly together for better sucking because she wanted to take as much of them
as deeply into her ravenous mouth as was humanly possible.
The corners of her mouth could feel the strain from her stretched lips. She didn't care.
The slight pain only fanned the flames of her demented passion all the higher. Even if
it'd torn the flesh and made the corners of her chock-full mouth bleed – which it didn't
– she wouldn't have stopped now. This was the most thrilling moment of her life,
going down on the luscious peckers of two darling little boys at the same time.
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" she chanted moaningly through her dilated nostrils.
Her head pumped jerkily back and forth. The movements of her fellatial joy were short
and choppy. Inside her stuffed mouth her tongue curled coaxingly over one tangytasting 
glans penis then the other, giving them equal amounts of tender loving care.
Her cheeks drew in and quivered like a nursing baby's. Her red lips fluttered slurpingly
as they alternately flattened against her teeth then drew out salaciously around the two
shafts – one brown the other white – of their spit-slick boyish pricks.
Both lads were panting and shivering, sighing constantly. Ruth knew it wouldn't be
long now. More than anything in the world she wanted them both to go off at the same
time. They almost did, but not quite. Roy was the more excited of the two, and he
arrived first. Ruth could detect the sharp intake of his breath. Then he shuddered. Then
his palpitating peter twitched out of control.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" the blond kid cried.
"UUUMM-MMMMMM!!!" Ruth moaned urgently, and she started lapping like crazy
at Affie's bloated dome, giving him all her tongue's attention and expertise so as to
trigger his climax.
"NNNAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... UNG, UNG, UNGGGG!!!" Affie squealed then
grunted a split second later, and his purplish glans began expanding and contracting
with the same heartbeatlike rhythm as the smaller reddish-hued one of his whimpering
pal's.
"OOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!" Ruth moaned aloud, and she rammed her head
forward, taking as much orgastically pulsating double-dick into her hungry hot mouth
as she could.
The ballooning cockheads each dribbled a few precious drops of pearly seminal fluids
onto her ardently awaiting tongue. Between the two of them they gave her hardly more
than half a teaspoonful, but the aging widow was overjoyed with her creamy reward.
HOW SWEET! OHJESUSGOD, HOW INCREDIBLY SWEET IT IISSSU! she groaned
inwardly, as their youthful juices mixed together and seeped through the pink pores of
her tongue, making her mature woman's taste buds tingle with instant delight.
Gluttonously she gulped down the small amount of spermless jism they'd given her,
and she sucked their blissfully twitching dicks even more voraciously. It was liquid
ambrosia, their sticky-wet stuff, a sexual nectar fit for a goddess! She meant to vacuum
every last drop of the pungently musky love juice up from the pure recesses of their
untainted loins, and she sucked like a female vampire dying of thirst toward that lewd
goal, with the innocent boys moaning and gasping and shuddering and sighing all the
while, their outcries of pleasure singing vulgarly in her ears and spurring her on.
They didn't have much more, but she drained them of what they could give her. To the
lust-lost widow's surprised delight, Affie's peter flagged only slightly and his little
friend's remained hard as a bone. They were too excited to go soft, and Ruth couldn't
have been more pleased about it.
Finally she backed off their lovely young organs and looked up. They were both
grinning down at her; blue eyes sparkling, dark brown ones dancing impishly.
"DID YOU TELL YOUR LITTLE FRIEND THAT HE COULD SCREW ME, TOO,
YOU RASCAL?!"
Affie shook his head.
"THEN TELL HIM, TEDDY BEAR!" she rasped. "BECAUSE IF HE WANTS TO
FUCK ME, I'M MORE THAN WILLING TO LET HIM!"
"You want to fuck her?" Affie asked, grinning. "I wouldn't mind," Roy replied, also
grinning. "You 11 have to show me how."
"I'LL SHOW YOU HOW!" Ruth bleated. "COME ON! BOTH OF YOU! LET'S GO
IN THE BEDROOM! I'LL LET YOU BOYS TAKE TURNS ON ME! OH GOD, I'M
SO HOT! BURNING UP! NEVER BEEN THIS HHOOTTT!!!"


Chapter 8

Ruth took the boys by their hands and, bare tits jouncing, she led them into her
bedroom. She felt incredibly licentious. Roy's blue eyes fairly bulged as she kicked off
her shoes, unfastened the waistband of her skirt and let it fall, then hooked her thumbs
into the elastic waistbands of her half slip and panties and whisked both undergarments
down her fleshy white legs at the same time.
"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before, Roy?" she asked the eight-year-old as
she stepped out of her discarded clothing and left it lying in a heap on the floor.
The blond kid shook his head. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the gray-sprinkled
dark brown triangle at the bottom of Ruth's femininely soft, somewhat rounded belly.
She took the towhead's hand and put it on her bush.
"Gosh!" he gasped, hesitantly running his little fingers through the crisp mat of curly
hair adorning her protuberant mons veneris. "It sure is hairy, Ruthie!" She chuckled,
asked him if he liked her pussy and then laughed softly and sensuously when he
allowed that he sure did like it. She unbuttoned his shirt, helped him off with it then
tugged his T-shirt off over his head, mussing his fair hair. Affie was looking on with
amusement and more than casual interest as she unbuckled his buddy's belt and pulled
down his pants then his shorts. Kneeling before the slender white boy, Ruth skinned
back his still rock-hard penis, kissed the bare head, then bent lower and removed his
shoes and socks before she held his bunched trousers and shorts while he stepped out
of them. When she stood back up, Affie had removed every stitch of his clothing, too.
They were all three gloriously naked, the middle-aged woman and the two young boys.
Ruth couldn't believe how sexy she was feeling. Maybe later she would sink into
depression and guilt, but for the time being it was pure joy.
"Come on, you darling little boy," she told Roy. "I'll teach you how to pleasure a
woman with your prick."
They got on the bed. Ruth spread her legs. She helped Roy climb between them and
got into position on top of her. Affie stood at the foot of the bed, smiling, holding his
rod, looking up between her legs.
Her twat was already good and wet. In fact, it was drooling feminine precoital fluid, the
substance that Mother Nature herself invented to lubricate the joining of a staff and a
hot pussy. Ruth reached down and took the lad in hand. Eagerly she stripped the
foreskin all the way back and wedged the bluntly rounded end of his crimson glans
between the puffy brown labia of her weltering sex.
"PUSH!"
Roy pushed.
"OOOH... IT'S LOVELY!" Ruth cried, as her ravenous snatch gobbled whole the three
and a half inches or so of young boy meat.
"Work it in and out!" Affie told his pal. "Bounce your butt!"
The blond began bouncing his behind. He was even more awkward than Affie had been
the first time, and this made him all the sweeter to Ruth. In his excitement, his dick
slipped out a couple of times.
"IT'S ALL RIGHT, BABY! I'LL FIX IT!" Ruth told him both times, and it gave her an
additional charge to take hold of his pussy-slickened pecker and guide it back into her
hungry hot hole.
Much to the seductive widow's carnal pleasure, Roy soon got the knack of it and was
fucking into her quite nicely.
"OHH, OHH!" she sighed, her facial expression mirroring her delight.
The top of Roy's blond hair reached to just under her chin. She pushed it down and to
the side, cupped her right breast and rubbed its berry-hard nipple at his lips. Words
weren't necessary to get her message across. He took her tumescent nipple and the
crinkled brown areola behind it into his hot young mouth and started sucking avidly as
his lean bottom continued to bob rapidly up and down between her parted thighs. She
drew up her legs, bending them at the knees, and started working with him, employing
the muscles in her legs to help her slam her secreting slot up to receive the full thrust of
his ferrous lance in mid air.
"AAAH! IT'S GOOD! SOO GOOODDD!!!" she trilled, the bedsprings squeaking
rhythmically as her plump rump pounded the mattress.
She wished he had two months and twice as much prick. It was delightful, what he was
doing to her, but the way Ruth was feeling now, her other titty was begging to be
sucked and she feared her carnivorous crack would never get enough cock.
"FUCK ME, BABY! HARDER! FASTER! FUCK ME GOOOODDD!!!" she hissed, and
with that obscene outcry she pulled up her left tit and began sucking it herself,
whipping the desire-distended nipple with her tongue.
This was Roy's first piece of tail and, despite being sucked off only moments earlier, he
didn't last long. His excitement, combined with the brand-new sensations of dipping his
tender stalk into the moist heat of a grown woman's slippery snatch, overwhelmed him
with bliss.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" he began chanting, and he forgot all about her titty. It slipped
from his mouth. His slender rear end fairly flew up and down, driving his hotly pulsing
peter like a piston in the wetly suctioning cylinder of Ruth's febrile, silky vaginal sleeve.
"HIGHER! SCOOT UP! RIDE ME HIGHER!" Ruth rasped, recognizing the signs of
his impending orgasm.
But the lad didn't appear to hear her. His blue eyes were glassy-looking and his mouth
hung open. He was huffing for air.
Ruth gave up trying to communicate with him and took matters in her own hands. She
tilted her pelvis and mashed the raw-red head of her elongated clitoris against the
uneven upper surface of his furiously driving dong.
"AHH... AAAHHHH!" she gasped, as the direct stimulation of the very seat of her
feminine pleasure sent fiery arrows of sexual heat flying through the blood-congested
deeper parts of her steaming loins.
"UUNNN, UUNNN... OHH... OOOHHHHH!!!" the little blond kid cried helplessly,
losing the cadence of his short, choppy thrusts.
"YES, YES... CCUMMM... I'M READY... TTOOOOO!!!" Ruth shrieked.
She grabbed the lad by his tensed, quivering buns and drew his climactically jerking
pecker into her right up to his tight, body-hugging nuts.
Ruth's big fat ass wriggled like a snake in a bed of hot coals as she frantically scrubbed
the nerve-rich head of her blood-glutted clit against the base of his twitching rod in
order to bring herself off with him.
"OHH, OOHHHHH... WWWAAAHHH!!!" she moaned then yelled, as a great rush of
orgastic warmth blasted through her.
"UNG, UNG, UNG!" the young boy grunted.
"CUMMING... CCUUMMIINNGG... I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!" Ruth
shrilled, and she arched upward, bowing her spine.
For a moment she hung there suspended, her sagging asscheeks dancing spastically in
mid-air. Then she groaned gutturally: "AAAA-GGGAAAAHHHH!!!" And she
collapsed back to her bed, sobbing, shuddering, holding the boy full into her as her
pleasured pussy sucked milkingly at his wildly twitching stalk.
"OOOHHHHH... AAAHHHHH! OH, GOD! CUMMING! OOOHHHHH" Ruth had
a terrific cum. The tensions that'd built up inside her exploded into sheer ecstasy. But
as intense as her climax was, when it ebbed away she was just as hot as ever and wild
for more fucking from these adorable young boys.
And they were eager to give it to her. Affie and his little friend took turns screwing her
until Roy had to go home. Their strong young pricks just wouldn't stay down. Each of
the boys would get excited all over again from watching the other hump it to her. Ruth
felt like a bitch in heat. It was glorious, the way they fucked her and fucked her and
fucked her!


Chapter 9

"It was marvelous, Ruthie," Pamela Colson confessed. "I had my doubts about going to
a sex clinic, I don't mind admitting that now, but they helped us. I mean, they really
did..."
It was Monday morning. Pam and Ruth were having coffee. Burl was at the air base
working and Affie was in school. The Colsons had returned Sunday afternoon, and this
was the first chance the two women had had to talk privately.
Pam was all smiles, bubbling with enthusiasm. The young Englishwoman couldn't
praise the sex clinic enough. She told Ruth about the "pinch technique" that was
solving the problem of Burl's premature ejaculation.
"... help us a lot. Of course we learned other things, how to relate to one another in a
sensual way and all that, but this pinch technique they taught us is the real key to our
primary lovemaking difficulties. Actually it's very simple and maybe we could've saved a
lot of money if only we'd bought the Masters Johnson book and tried it on our own,
but that's neither here nor there.
They taught me to fondle Burl's phallus, toss him off is what it amounts to, only not all
the way off. When he gets ready to spunk, I quit whanking him and pinch the head
with my thumb pressing into the frenum area on the underside and two fingers bearing
down above on the coronal part of it. I pinch as hard as I can. Of course it hurts the
poor door and he loses his erection, though not all of it sometimes.
Then I start working him back up and keep repeating the process. And it works like
magic, it really does. He's turning into a gentle lover and he's lasting longer and longer
at intercourse. Our sex life is improving by leaps and bounds. Oh, what smashing good
times we're having in bed! I tell you, it's marvelous, simply marvelous!"
Ruth said little. It made her feel guilty to sit across the kitchen table from Affie's
mother. Would Pam be so gay and lighthearted if she knew how Ruth had been
corrupting her young son during her absence?
Ruth doubted it. But the young woman would never know unless Affie somehow
slipped and spilled the beans, because Ruth certainly wasn't going to tell her. Those two
weeks of carnal insanity were over now, a thing of the past. Ruth had broken it off with
Affie, told him they must never do it again or let on that they ever had.
"No, he was no trouble at all," Ruth said when her friend and tenant asked. "Affie's a
very well-behaved young gentleman."
This seemed to satisfy Pam. She asked no more and, after thanking Ruth profusely for
looking after her child, she excused herself, saying that she had a mountain of soiled
clothing to wash.
That afternoon Pam was back. After a visit, when Burl was at work, the two women
generally left open for the rest of the day whichever of the connecting doors they'd
used. Today it happened to be the door between Pam's living room and Ruth's living
room-sewing room. Pam just walked in. Ruth was working on a dress. When she
glanced up, there was Pam, grinning coyly, the bullet-shaped vibrator in one hand and
its new batteries in the other.
"They're a different brand," Pam said, meaning the batteries. "You've been into my
unmentionables' drawer, haven't you?"
"I, ah, was lo-looking for something," Ruth offered lamely, a bright red beginning at
her neck and rushing upward.
"For goodness sakes, don't be embarrassed, Ruthie. I'll admit I wouldn't have thought it
of you, and I was a bit shocked at this discovery, but I'm over that now and I think it's
lovely that you had yourself a lark with my gadget here. Did you enjoy it immensely?"
Ruth nodded dumbly. Her cheeks burned with shame and humiliation.
"Good," Pam said. "It's an ingenious device, don't you think? Never lets a girl down
long as the batteries are in good order. Can't say that for a man. Well, I'd best get back
to my work now. But listen, anytime you want the loan of old faithful here, just say the
word and you've got it. Any time at all. I don't mind a bit. Honestly." It was perhaps
five minutes after Pam had left the room that Ruth started smiling then grinning then
laughing softly to herself. Pam had changed. She wasn't nearly so shy now. And why
shouldn't two women who were friends be able to understand and sympathize with one
another's problems, whether sexual or whatever? Maybe she would borrow Pam's
vibrator sometime. She might even ask where she'd got it and buy one of her own.
Shortly before noon a couple of days later Ruth was pinning down a pattern, getting
ready to cut the pieces of material for a little girl's birthday dress, when she heard Pam
calling: "Ruth! Ruth, can you drop what you're doing and come in here? Hurry!"
The door connecting their front rooms stood open from a visit earlier that morning.
Ruth dashed through, thinking something might be wrong. But Pam's living room was
empty.
"In here! I'm in the bedroom! Come quick!" Ruth hurried on. There on the bed lay
Pam, her skirt hiked up and a puzzled expression on her face. She was holding Pard by
the collar. The huge German shepherd was astride her leg, humping it.
"Have you ever seen such a thing?" Pam asked. "I can't imagine what's gotten into him
lately. Since we returned from the clinic, he's been sniffing at my arse every chance he
gets. He just now awakened me from a nap. The horny devil was sniffing up between
my legs. And he tried to lick my quim, too! Well, I was just curious enough to lie here
and see what he might do next, and this is it. Have you ever seen such a thing? I'm
having a groove worn in my leg from the way he's tossing himself off against it! He's
never acted this way before. I just don't know what to make of it. Do you suppose he
could be trying to have his way with me? Get his phallus in me, I mean, and have a bit
off me?"
"Well, uh, could be, I guess," Ruth said, shrugging her shoulders, blushing.
"I've read of such," Pam went on. "Women copulating with large dogs. Have you?"
"No," Ruth replied, too quickly.
"Oh." Pam didn't seem to notice that her landlady was becoming very ill at ease. "Well,
I have, read of it, I mean, and a girl can't help wondering what it might be like."
I wish you'd shut up! Ruth felt like screaming. Seeing the dog hunch Pam's leg brought
back memories that were arousing her against her will.
"I'm really wondering now," Pam said. She rolled Pard onto his back and exclaimed,
"Oh, Ruthie, look at his organ! See how red it is! He's got a nice one, hasn't he? And
it's good and hot too, I can tell you!"
Stop it, stop it! Ruth wailed silently, as she watched the younger woman lean over the
animal and begin fondling his tapering canine prick.
"I'm tempted. I really am," Pam said, her voice becoming more excited by the minute.
"I know it's vulgar of me. I just can't help being curious though. Attending that sex
clinic gave me a whole different outlook. Would you think me awful if I tugged down
my briefs and got onto all fours, just to see what Pard would do?"
What could Ruth say? It was Pam's pet and her apartment. Of course Ruth knew what
Pard would do, but she couldn't very well tell Pam that without admitting that she'd
already taken the beast on herself while Pam was away, which was probably the reason
for him acting this way now.
No, Pam, don't! He'll screw you silly the way he did me! Ruth wished she could say,
and warn her friend, but she didn't have the nerve to admit to anything so perverted
herself.
So Ruth stood there, not wanting to watch but unable to tear herself away, while Pam,
interpreting Ruth's silence as consent, stripped off her panties, got on all fours and
flipped up her skirt.
The German shepherd's ears perked up. This was an invitation if he'd ever seen one.
Up he jumped. He walked up behind his mistress and started poking his muzzle into
the cleft of her bare bottom, sniffing it avidly.
"Ooouuu! His nose is like an ice cube, Ruthie! It feels so cold to my warm arse!" Pam
squealed, sounding both surprised and delighted.
Ruth said nothing. Just wait, she was thinking. His nose is the only thing cold about
him! If you think his dick felt hot to your leg and hand, just wait till he gets it in you!
Pard began licking the young Englishwoman's anus and vulva, going through the
canine precoital preliminaries. She seemed to be enjoying it, if the way she wriggled her
attractive rump were any indication.
"He's got a lovely tongue!" Pam sighed. "It feels a bit scratchy dipping into my quim,
and it's nice and hot! You ought to feel it for yourself!"
I have felt it, damn you! Ruth thought luridly, and she could almost feel it again right
now, vicariously. Do you have to tell me about it? Shut up!
Pam's breathing grew labored. She started sighing continuously, wagging her hips. Her
long lustrous light brown hair spilled down in sexy dishevelment and blocked Ruth's
view of her pretty young face.


Chapter 10

"HE'S GETTING TO ME, RUTHIE! TAKING ME INTO RUT! I'LL SCREAM IF HE
DOESN'T GO AHEAD AND MOUNT ME!"
The coral lips of Pam's fluted portal were swollen and slippery now. Her clitoris stood
out boldly in the hair-rimmed V of her upside down elliptical opening. She's got a
beautiful pussy, Ruth thought. A lewd image of Burl's big black cock parting Pam's
pinkish labia flashed unbidden through the widow's mind, and she shivered, for it gave
her a delicious illicit thrill.
There was no need for Pam to worry. The huge shepherd soon reared up and took his
place above and behind her in typical canine fashion. He wrapped his forelegs around
her waist and, after finding the proper orifice, arched his powerful back and skewered
the full length of his thickening rod deep into her belly.
"OOHHHAAAAA!!!" Pam cried, and she began gasping and shaking, having a cum the
instant he socked it into her. (She told Ruth later that she'd gone off so quickly because
she was so incredibly worked up and excited about getting it from a dog.) The animal
began humping into his shivering, whimpering mistress. Ruth stood there beside the
bed, transfixed, taking in the sordid display of bestial lust. It got to her. Soon, she was
panting, herself, and her hairy crack leaked liquid desire like a tiny mountain spring,
sending rivulets of slippery woman-goo down the insides of both her legs.
"CUMMING, CUMMING!" Pam shrieked again, some moments later. Her light
brown tresses fanned the air as she flung her head from side to side and clawed at the
pillow with her red-nailed white fingers. "AND SO IS PARD! OHH, OHHH! LORD
LOVE A DUCK! HE'S SPENDING INSIDE ME AND... AAAHHH... HIS SPUNK IS
SO HOTTT! OOHHH... MMMM... OOHHAAAA!!!"
When Pard withdrew, Pam rolled onto her back and put her hand between her legs.
"Oh, Ruthie," she sighed. "It was super! Especially when he spent. I've never had so
much spunk shot up my quim, and it's much hotter than a man's. You ought to take
him on yourself. If you do, I can assure you that you'll know you've had a good
fucking. Come on, take off your knickers and give it ago!"
By this time Ruth was in a lustful daze. Without a word she hoisted her dress and
peeled off her panties, the crotch-piece of which was literally drenched with her
dribbling love dew. Eagerly she clambered onto the bed and got into position on her
hands and knees, following Pam's salacious example.
"Come on, boy, mount her and do your duty," Pam urged. She tugged at Pard's collar,
trying to help out her panting friend who was anxiously awaiting penetration on all
fours, but to no avail. "Oh, no!" Pam said. "I'm afraid he's lost interest, Ruthie. He's
losing his hard. Maybe if we whank it a little he'll come back around. It's worth a try,
don't you think?"
At this point Ruth was willing to try anything. She wanted to get screwed so bad she
could taste it. There was something about two women being so open and honest with
each other, willfully misbehaving with a dumb animal, that made it seem less wicked
and perverted, almost all right, even if it was terribly indecent.
They knelt one on each side of the German shepherd and took turns pulling and
petting his limbering prick. Only it didn't work. Perhaps it would've if they'd kept it up
longer, but Ruth was ablaze with passion. Her demanding sexual itch made it
impossible for her to be patient. Feeling licentious to the nth degree, she brushed aside
Pam's hand, leaned over the big black and tan dog and started licking his flagging
phallus.
"Oh, Ruthie, yes!" Pam squealed with delight. "I've been dying to do that myself only I
didn't have the nerve to go first. Lick his dick! Lick it good! But save a bit of the juice
for me! I want to taste his spunk, too!"
Pard's pecker had a flavor similar to that of a boy's, but it smelled more heady and
tasted considerably stronger. It was cock in a raw and natural state, and Ruth went hog
wild over it. No longer did she consider the penis of this particular animal below her
dignity and unworthy of her attention, One taste of it and she was hooked. She took it
in her mouth and began sucking it, and she couldn't stop. It was still a dirty dog dick in
her mind's eye, only that made it all the more exciting to go down on.
The canine organ stiffened steadily under the stimulation of her suctioning lips and
lapping tongue. It grew to full erection and still she kept blowing him like some wild,
demented she-creature.
"Lord love a duck!" Ruth heard Pam saying. "It must be absolutely delicious!"
"MMMM!" the passion-crazed widow moaned through her nose.
The bed jiggled. Pam was getting up. Then it jiggled again as she got back on it. There
was a buzzing noise. It sounded strangely familiar but Ruth failed to recognize it until
she felt her dress being lifted and then the rounded end of the bullet-shaped vibrator
being thrillingly inserted into her dripping twat from behind.
"Relax, Ruthie! Let me do you with old faithful! Keep gamming Pard's tool until he
gives you a mouthful of spunk!"
Ruth froze. She hadn't thought that far ahead. Though she loved the pungent taste of
the German shepherd's peter, just the idea of having his sperm spurt into her mouth
brought her part way back to her senses. She slurped off his rod, wailing: "GOOD
GRIEF, PAM, NOOH! I COULDN'T DO THAT! IT'S GOOD AND HARD AGAIN!
LET ME SWING AROUND SO HE CAN MOUNT ME! THAT'S WHAT I NEED! A
GOOD FUCKING LIKE HE GAVE YOU!"
"All right, if you want his spunk up your quim it's fine by me," Pam said, and she
pulled the half-inserted dildo from Ruth's hairy gash.
Quickly Ruth got into position on her hands and knees. They didn't have to coax the
big black and tan dog this time. He was ready. The woman's mouth had revived his
penis to full erection. It was hard as a bone, fiery red in color. The long tapering rod of
hotly pulsing dog-cock shone wetly. Clear droplets of viscid goo dripped stretching
from its fingertip head as he leaped to his paws, reared up and mounted Ruth.
She shivered with anticipation when she felt his forelegs encircling her waist. The
pointed tip of his red-rod pecker jabbed erratically at her vulnerable womanly parts. He
was wild to penetrate her, so eager that he couldn't find the hole. Ruth thought she
would start climbing the walls if he didn't hurry up and sink that woman-pleaser into
her burning, itching slot.
Pam came to their aid. She reached under the dog, took his phallus in her hand and
guided the head into Ruth's needy sex.
"AAAHHHHH!!!" Ruth croaked, as the thickening lance of heated canine maleness was
rammed balls-deep into her belly by one urgent arching of the German shepherd's
powerful back.
He began fucking into her hard and fast. It fairly took Ruth's breath away.
"OHJESUS... OHGOD... IT FE-FEELS... SOO GOOODDD!!" she cried.
"Doesn't it though," Pam agreed. "Oh, my, yes, I know exactly what you mean!"
Ruth dropped down onto her elbows. She started rocking to and fro in time to the
rapid cadence set by Pard's womb-jolting thrusts.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" the widow chanted pantingly.
Fucking with the four-legged creature made it even better. Ruth went wild. She put
everything she had into it. She began sweating, gasping for air. Her plump white rump
pumped like a machine as she lost herself in the heat of the lustful moment and
slammed her sopping snatch back to the driving dong of the huge black and tan dog.
Silvery strings of woman-goo escaped the unholy union of her human cunt and his
animal penis, stretching down between her legs, swaying obscenely before the strings
broke and fell to the bed between her knees, making wet, slippery spots on the coverlet.
"OOOHHHH... I LOVE IT... LLOOVVEE IITTT... HE'S REALLY RAMMING IT
INTO ME, PAM! FUCKING HELL OUT OF ME! AAAHHHH!!!"
"Yes, yes, and I can tell you're enjoying it immensely, too!" the young Englishwoman
said.
His forelegs gripping her waist, the shepherd clung to the woman as he increased the
force and rapidity of his deeply penetrating thrusts. Ruth tried to stay with him and
match him stroke for stroke. She shouldn't have, for he was cramming the meat up her
like ninety, his butt arcing back and forth in a blur of motion. He was hunching into
her much faster than any man alive could ever hope to do, his slender red tongue
hanging out of his mouth, dripping saliva. She couldn't keep up. It was a physical
impossibility for a woman to shake her ass that fast for any length of time. She swung
too far forward, losing both the cadence and his passion-provoking penis at the same
time.
But Pard didn't even miss a stroke. His pussy-slickened prong slipped out of her
dribbling twat, the pencil-eraser-sized head flicking the hairy fourchette of her upended
sex as it departed, and it dragged luridly up the inch of flesh separating her elliptical
orifice from he much smaller one above. The German shepherd's momentum carried
him forward. Into he tiny brown ring of her puckered rectum went the pointed tip of
his secretion-lubricated pecker, and he drove it home.
"NNNAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!" Ruth screamed protestingly, as the tapering lance of
bone-hard turgidity dilated her nether hole and violated her bowels with the speed and
force of a hurled spear.
The dog let out a yelp and poured on the coals. Ruth's shock and discomfort meant
nothing to him. Her anus was much tighter and hotter than her sloppily juiced-up cunt.
He liked it better, and he clung to her heaving waist, sodomizing her with bestial bliss,
his plundering prick striking with lightning-bolt swiftness into the very depths of her
stunned shit chute.
"IT HURTS... DEAR GOD, IT HU-UURRTTSSS!!!" Ruth wailed. She threw back her
head and clawed at the pillow.
"What is it, Ruthie? What's wrong?!" Pam asked in alarm. And then, getting her head
closer to Ruth's cringing posterior, she saw what'd happened. "HE'S GOT IT UP
YOUR BUM! HE'S BUGGERING YOU!"
Ruth moaned mournfully. The initial blast of branding-iron hot pain was dissipating
swiftly, leaving her with a delicious sexual ache in her ravaged rear end. When Pam
grabbed hold of Pard's collar and began trying to pull him off her, Ruth whined:
"NOOH... DON'T... LEAVE HIM... ALONE... OOOHHHHH... IT HURTS GOOD
NOW! OHJESUSGOD... MMMMM... LET HIM... CORNHOLE MMEEE!!!"
"Are you sure? Well, all right, then," Pam said. "I don't mind a finger up my own bum,
and it is your arsehole he's shagging into. Of course I'll leave him alone, Ruthie, if
that's what you want."
"IT IS! OH, YESSS! IT HURTS GOOD! SO GOOODDD!!"
Ruth's erogenous asshole tingled with carnal delight as its rubbery ring was forced wide
open and then nearly allowed to close several times per second by the tapering length of
ferally plunging dog-cock. The huge canine was hitting into her with turd-packing
force, really reaming her tender rectum good as he drove in deep and hard.
Having been taught according to the Christian principles that sodomy was the most
filthy, perverted sex crime in the book, it's understandable that the fortyish widow
found it simply incredible that anything so blatantly wrong and wicked could feel so
unbelievably good. But it did. There was no denying that, and the very sordidness of
taking a dirty dog-dick up her virginal butthole turned Ruth on like wildfire. When
Pam asked if she might like the vibrator in her "quim," Ruth gasped: 'TRY IT! YESSS!
STICK IT UP MEEE!!!"
This was relatively easy to accomplish since Pard's large black testicles were drawn up
tight against his body, starting to quiver with orgasmic readiness as they released their
replenished load of canine sperm to form a doughnut-like lump round the base of his
hotly pulsing penis. Pam merely turned the vibrator on, reached in between the dog's
hind legs from the rear and sank the phallic-shaped gadget into the woman's well
lubricated hairy hole.
"OOOHHHHH!!!" Ruth moaned, her face contorting with rapture as her young friend
shoved the full length of the vibrating dildo up her cunt.
"Oh, how lovely!" Pam exclaimed. "I'll bet that doubles the pleasure, eh?"
"AT LEAST!" Ruth agreed. "OHDEARGOD, IT'S WONDERFUL! WONDERFULLL!!!" Still on her knees, 
Ruth lowered the upper part of her trembling torso and
came to rest on her shoulders, her head turned to the side, cheek lying on the pillow.
She reached back, fumbled her skirt out of the way and, as Pam moved her hand, Ruth
cupped her cunt and held the jiggling vibrator full into it herself. The dog's hot nuts
bumped her fingers repeatedly. She slid them higher and could feel the knot of canine
semen growing on the base of his pistoning prick. A woman screamed:
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!" and it took Ruth a second to realize that woman was her.
The throbbing length of superheated dog-dick plunging into her asshole. The cocklike
vibrator whirring and jiggling and dancing inside her steaming snatch. Together they
were flooding her loins with so much lustful pleasure that her mortal flesh could hardly
bear up under it.
The bulge of soon-to-be-released seminal fluids began gliding up Pard's pistoning
pecker, dilating her tautly stretched anus even more, making her rubbery rectum flap
luridly as it popped in and out of it. Ruth feared she might faint. It was driving her out
of her mind. Her body shook like a leaf in a windstorm. Vaginal juices were running
down her arm and her legs. She was moaning, gasping, could scarcely get her breath.
The swollen bulb of pent-up canine ejaculate moved higher up the inflamed shaft of
Pard's thrusting organ. It was inside her body for good now, pumping rapid fire up and
down in her snug anal canal like a tight-fitting plunger designed for reaming and
vacuuming a pipe at the same time.
"OH GAWD, GAWD, GGAAWWDDD!!!" Ruth bleated. She squinted shut her lustglazed eyes. 
Her fingers dug into her febrile cunthole, pushing at the flat back of the dildo's 
screw-cap base in order to get the vibrating head of it into tighter contact 
with the tender neck of her orgasm-primed uterus.
The black furry haunches of the furiously humping animal pounded against the
upraised white mounds of the woman's perspiration-sheened rump, flattening her
resilient buttocks like mashed balloons only to have them spring right back for more.
"CUM! CCUUMMM!!!" Ruth pleaded piteously. "I CA-CAN'T TAKE IT MUCH
LONGER! GET IT OVER WITH... AAAHHHHH... BEFORE I GO STARK RAVING
MMAADDD!!!"
Pard began yelping and whining. He started fucking into her like a fiend. His
entrapped jism had reached the head of his aching dick. He was working like mad to
release the burdensome load. His buggering prong stabbed into Ruth's asshole with
ever-shortening but harder and faster thrusts. He clung to her waist, his back arching
swiftly, his butt bobbing like the end of the driving shaft on the wheel of a steam
locomotive building up speed on the flatlands to carry the freight train behind up the
steep grade of mountains looming ahead.
"HUU, HUU, HUU!" Ruth hooted helplessly.
The huge dog was cornholing her like ninety. His vicious thrusts buffeted her body
about, making the top of her head bump, bump, bump against the headboard while the
rustling mattress squeaked and popped raspingly with the crescendo of lust gone
berserk.
Suddenly the big dog let out a howl of canine fulfillment and crammed his palpitating
pole up the woman's defenseless asshole to the very hilt. He shuddered. He whined. His
glassy eyes blinked rapidly. A final tremor passed through him and his prick gave a
mighty jerk.
"OOOOGGGG!!!" Ruth groaned.
The German shepherd was emptying the flow from his large black balls into her. His
phallus twitched spastically as it forcefully expelled a torrential stream of gushing semen
sticky as glue and hot as white lava deep into the hidden recesses of Ruth's violated
bowels.
"WWWWAAAHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH!!" Ruth shrieked, for the inundation of
scalding dog-cum triggered her own release mechanism.
She threw back her head. Her womb drew up like a fist. Every ounce of strength she
had left, which wasn't much, drained out of her. The hand that'd been holding the
bullet-shaped vibrator inside her snatch fell limply to the bed between her knees. A split
second later the elastic walls of her silky vagina clamped down, simultaneously
squeezing the tapering dildo and drawing her womb back down where it belonged,
which sent the pussy-slippery gadget that'd helped bring on her paroxysm of bliss
shooting out like a projectile through the fluttering lips of her hairy hole.
"AAAAA-GGGGAAAAHHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally.
The dog had a massive load. He was giving her a hot-cum enema, spewing it right up
her ass. All she could do was kneel there submissively and take it. His glutinous cream
irrigated her bowels. How she loved the sensation of utter fullness this gave her. But
she was in nowise dry herself. A tremendous amount of copious female secretions had
built up inside her and, now that the vibrator was no longer serving as a stopper, it
came gushing out of her convulsing vagina in a floodlike surge. It looked like she was
pissing only the stuff was clear not yellow, thick not watery. It splashed to the bed
between her knees. It washed in waves down the satiny-skinned insides of her fleshy,
trembling thighs, while the hair-fringed gash from which it gushed opened and closed
like a fish on land gulping for air that it couldn't breathe.
"GOODGODINHEA VEN... OHHH, OOHHHH... I'M DYINGGGG!!!!
NNNNAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" Her pussy parts jerked spasmodically. The entire
floor of her pelvis joined in the orgastic dance of fulfilment. This was a cum to end all
cums. Even the roots of her teeth and hair were alive and tingling.
"HHHUUUU-AAAA... HHHUUUU-AAHHHH!!!" Ruth cried out hoarsely.
Her blouse was soaked with sweat. The muscles in her abdomen rippled like water in a
river rushing through the rapids. Her chest heaved as she sucked much needed air into
her oxygen-starved lungs then exhaled it hissingly.
"OOOOHHHHH... AAAHHHHHH... HHAAA-LLLLAAAAHHH!!!" She groaned,
sighed and trilled this out, and then she collapsed into a sobbing, shuddering heap of
ecstatically climaxing female protoplasm.


Chapter 11

After the two women had so splendidly misbehaved with Pam's big horny dog, they
became even closer friends. Sheepishly Ruth confessed to Pam that during her absence
she'd not only used her vibrator but had been more or less raped by Pard and had also
lost her head and seduced Affie.
At first Pam was stunned by the news that her innocent little eight-year-old son had
been introduced to the pleasures of the flesh. Pam's shock was of short duration,
however. She told Ruth that as a girl of fourteen she'd happened upon her younger
brother tossing himself off at the age of seven so she knew that young boys were not
only capable of sex but highly desirous regarding it.
"If you want to continue with Affie it's all right by me," Pam said. "You're a very kind
and loving person, Ruthie. I think my little son is quite lucky to have an older woman
like you take him under her wing. He could do much worse. Keep it on the sly though,
will you? Don't let him know that I know. It might give him ideas toward me and I
don't believe I'm quite that broad-minded. I should hate to have to spank his cute bum
for trying to get a piece off me."
And so, with the mother's permission, the forty-four-year-old widow resumed the
unlikely love affair with the little boy of eight. Affie was a frequent visitor to his
landlady's apartment after school. He would tell his mother he was going off to play,
then would sneak in through Ruth's back door. Once Pam spied on them through the
keyhole, and she later told Ruth it'd made her terribly randy, that if he weren't her little
boy she'd be tempted to have it on with him herself.
A couple of months later Burl got promoted to master sergeant. He brought home
steaks and champagne. Ruth was invited to the Colsons that evening to share in the
little celebration.
They dined at seven. By eight-thirty Affie had been put to bed, tipsy from the two
glasses of bubbly water he'd been allowed to have. The adults went into the living
room. They sipped champagne and chatted. Burl was elated over his promotion. It
meant a raise in pay, and more prestige, too. Pam was very proud of her husband. Ruth
was delighted for the young couple. As the effects of the alcohol began to tell on her,
Ruth couldn't help thinking that Burl was a rather handsome man, Negro or not. His
teeth were white as pearls when his thick, sensuous-looking black lips curled in a smile.
His dark eyes were alive and twinkling.
Pam put on some records and made Burl dance with her. Watching them, Ruth began
to feel out of place. She tried to excuse herself but Pam wouldn't have it.
"It's much too early for you to be bidding us adieu, Ruthie," the young Englishwoman
said. "Burl, dance with her, why don't you. Go on, you two, while I go refill our
glasses."
Ruth had never been much for dancing. Burl wasn't too good at it either. But they
enjoyed themselves, and Ruth found it stimulating to be held by the hand and round
the waist by this good-looking black man. Gradually he drew her nearer, till their torsos
were touching, and when his penis began to grow against her belly it aroused her a
good deal more than she let on.
The three of them were sitting on the couch again and sipping champagne, Burl in the
middle, when out of the blue Pam said, "I noticed that you got an erection while
dancing with Ruthie. I've known for some time that you fancy her, and I believe she
fancies you, too. Why don't you give her a kiss, darling?"

, Master Sergeant Colson told his wife that if she was sure she didn't mind, and if Ruth
was agreeable, he would do just that. When his pleasingly plump landlady offered no
objection, Burl took her champagne glass from her and set it, along with his, on the
coffee table. Then he put his arm around her, drawing her closer as he leaned toward
her.
Ruth shivered with anticipation.. She was feeling a bit risque from the alcohol she'd
consumed, but she wasn't drunk and knew everything that was taking place. She closed
her eyes as the man's black lips pressed warm and soft against hers. The tip of his
tongue insinuated itself unsurely between aeroral petals and teased coaxingly to and fro.
Slowly she opened her mouth to him, licking back at his tongue as he fed it to her bit
by bit. Her heart heat faster.
What a thrill it gave Ruth to have Burl French kissing her with Pam sitting right beside
them, looking on and smiling approval. A whimper escaped her. She slid one arm
around Burl's muscular torso and the other around his neck, and she started sucking
his tongue hungrily as it explored her oral cavern in a passion-provoking manner. Ruth
was nearly breathless when the kiss ended, and her clefted mound had started leaking
droplets of love dew.
"Did you enjoy that, Ruthie?" Pam asked, her eyes gleaming impishly. "I know you did.
Go on, Burl, kiss her again, and you might try touching her up a little this time, too. I
believe she'd like that."
They were playing with fire and Ruth knew it, but she allowed herself to be embraced
again. It was so exciting to be held intimately by the attractive Negro. They swapped
tongues and spit freely this time. When she felt Burl's hand cupping her breast, an
illicit thrill shot through her. Impulsively she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth
and pressed her titty into his hand, letting him suck her taste organ and fondle her
tender orb as he would.
"Go on, darlings," Pam urged. "It's making me randy to see the two of you behaving so
naughtily! Don't dally with her teat! Give her quim a little of that attention, too!"
Burl's hand moved down to Ruth's dimpled knees and wedged between them. This was
going too far. He was getting her worked up. Ruth knew she should put an end to this
lovely insanity, only she didn't really want to. It'd been so long since she'd had this
kind of attention from a man, and never from a strange man, and certainly not from a
big strong Negro man. The forbidden nature of crossing the color line made Burl all the
more appealing to her.
With less resistance than she knew she should be putting up, Ruth gave in to the
pressure of his insistent hand and let her legs be pried apart. His work-callused palm
made faint whistling noises as it stroked slowly but surely up the inside of her nylon
clad thigh. Then he was kneading the creamy soft thigh flesh above the topbands of her
nylon hose. Ruth writhed in sensual discomfort. She clung to him, sighing into his
mouth, sucking greedily at his suggestively thrusting tongue. She thought she would
wet her underpants when his fingertips brushed her clefted mound through the narrow
strip of secretion-dampened nylon.
"OOOOM!" she moaned, as he drew aside the scanty crotchband that was her pussy's
only protection against his lewdly fondling fingers.
Her heart skipped a beat when, wasting no time, he sank his middle finger into her
slippery hot slot and started finger-fucking her. A zipper sounded. A moment later
Ruth's hand was in Pam's, being drawn from Burl's back and guided down toward his
lap.
"Go on, Ruthie!" Pam's excited voice urged. "I've tugged it out for you! He's got a
lovely hard-on! Have a feel of his phallus!"
With only slight reluctance, Ruth allowed her fingers to be placed around the stiff and
throbbing pole, and what a manly organ it was. The aroused widow tried in vain to
make the ends of her thumb and middle finger touch together around the shaft, but its
girth was more than she could encircle. Her trembling white hand moved exploringly to
the top of the coal-black staff, then back down the slightly curved column clear to the
open fly from which it protruded so obscenely. The size of it was unbelievable. She'd
never dreamed a man could be so huge. The cock in her hand belonged to a mule!
"GOD, IT'S SO BIG!" Ruth breathed. "BURL, TURN ME LOOSE! I WANT TO SEE
IT!"
He released her. She leaned over and gazed with incredulity upon the breath-taking
sight of his enormous organ of masculine turgidity. It was nearly ten inches long and
about as big around as Ruth's wrist. Even looking at it, it was hard to believe that such
a prick as this existed.
"Why don't you take down your trousers, darling, so she can get a look at your testes,
too," Pam suggested.
He took his pants and shorts completely off. Ruth had to release the proud pylon for a
moment, and her hand itched to be on it again. Burl stood before her, naked from the
waist down except for his socks. He'd kicked off his loafers. Wild hairs stood out from
the crinkled skin of his scrotum, which hung a third of the way down between his tree
trunk thighs. The balls inside the midnight-black sac were the size of pullet eggs.
Ruth shivered. Her mouth watered. She gulped audibly. Absently she licked her lips.
"He's all man, isn't he?" Pam asked proudly. "Ill bet you've never seen genitals the size
of those, eh, Ruthie?"
The widow couldn't seem to find her voice. She shook her head mutely. As if her hands
had minds of their own, one claimed the upward-angled rod at midpoint while the
other came up between Burl's legs, cupped his large testicles and weighed them.
Ruth couldn't resist the vulgar invitation. Why Pam was egging them on was a mystery
to Ruth, but the young wife had her number, and they all three knew it. Her white
hand shook visibly as she tugged down on the shaft and peeled back the loose folds of
rubbery foreskin, laying bare the gigantic knob of Burl's blue-black glans penis.
"IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" Ruth husked. "TRULY MAGNIFICENT!"
A man of few words, Burl merely cupped the back of Ruth's head and drew it forward.
As the doorknob-sized cockhead loomed nearer, the passion-fogged widow pursed her
lips in readiness.
Smack! she kissed the business end of it.
"OH, GOD!" she whined.
The heady aroma of his denuded dome wafted into her discerning nostrils. This was the
massive cock of a full grown man, and it had a smell about it that made Ruth weak in
the knees.
Smack, smack, smack! Her head tilted this way and that as she rained passionate wet
kisses all over the blue-black glans. Her shaft-gripping hand forced a drop of sticky
wetness out the pouting eye at the very tip. Her eager tongue darted out and swiped it
off. The musky flavor of his precoital fluid made her moan in delectation.
"There's a lot of hot spunk in those heavy nuts," Pam said.
"Suck it out," Burl told Ruth, as he pressed the bluntly rounded knob between her lips.
"OOOUUU!" Ruth whimpered, and she opened her mouth to him.
The head was a mouthful all by itself. It had a salty taste. This didn't seem real.
Nothing had ever excited Ruth more than having the juicy dick of a big black buck in
her white woman's mouth. There was a buzzing sound inside her reeling head. She
began sucking on the head of his prick, slavishly laving the velvety blue-black bulb with
her worshipful pink tongue.
"Don't make her wait, darling," Ruth could hear Pam saying. "You can see how
ravenously thirsty she is for your spunk. Give her a drink of it! A big drink! Soon as
you can!"
Ruth's cheeks hollowed in suction. The room seemed to be revolving luridly around
her. She started bobbing her head jerkily and running her white hand up and down the
black pole. Her puffy red lips were distended obscenely around the shaft to take in as
much of the huge organ as she possibly could.
"OOOH!" Burl groaned a moment later, and Ruth could tell by the quickening pulse of
his throbbing glans that it would soon be spurting.
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" the widow chanted with fellatial bliss, and she sucked all the
more voraciously for her creamy reward, her lips, tongue and hands working together
to coax it up from his large hairy balls.
This would be a brand-new experience. Ruth had never tasted sperm and she was wild
to have some in her mouth now.
"SUCK IT... SUCK ITTT!!!" Burl rasped.
She was sucking for all she was worth already, and she kept it up, simultaneously
stroking the pulsating shaft and caressing his heavy testicles as they lifted themselves up
against his moist, musky-scented groin.
"GET READY!" Pam warned. "HE'S ABOUT TO SPEND!" Ruth was more than ready.
She wanted this desperately.
"NNNAAAHHH!!!" Burl cried.
The head of his prong inflated like a balloon. It gave a vigorous throb and out gushed a
geyserlike stream of hot cum, painting a jagged white line across the pinkness of Ruth's
soft palate and splashing salaciously against the back of her throat. She feared she
might gag when it trickled down into her gullet. But she didn't.
"UNG, UNG, UUNNGGG!!!" Burl grunted in the typical male fashion.
The next two spurts weren't quite so forcefully expelled. They remained in Ruth's
mouth, filling it almost to capacity. The surging ejaculate washed over her tongue,
giving her a blast of rich bitter-almond flavor that was delicious, required no getting
used to. Reflexively Ruth swallowed the first mouthful and sucked demanding for more
of the scrumptious cream.
"MMMMM!!!" She moaned through her passion-flared nostrils, while secretly she was
thinking, ohjesusgod, a nigger! I'm sucking off a nigger! And drinking his semen! And I
love it, love it lloovvee iittt!!!
It was the forbidden nature of this gross act of perverted orality which gave Ruth such a
blatantly wicked charge. Pam hadn't been lying about her husband having a lot of
"spunk." The man was a virtual reservoir of cum. His bloated balls shrank a little as his
spasming prostate gland pumped it up out of them and sent it rushing up the hidden
urethra of his throbbing black dong, to come spiraling out in torrential streams that
floated Ruth's tongue and bulged her quivering white cheeks.
Try as she did, Ruth couldn't swallow fast enough to contain the copious flow. Some of
the gluey jizz spewed out in frothy white waves over her puffy red lips. More of it
trickled from the corners of her mouth. The overflow of his glutinous substance ran
down and hung from her trembling chin, swaying obscenely before the viscid strings of
it broke and fell to her knees, making cum-spots as it soaked into the sheer nylon of
her flesh-toned hose.
Gluttonously she began gulping down his pungent sperm, so as to waste no more of the
acrid, woman-pleasing nectar. She took all he had to give her and even drained his balls
of their last sluggish drops. When she finally allowed his big black cock to slip from
between her semen-smeared red lips, it was limp and spongy, completely spent. As she
watched it swing droopingly down between his legs and hang there like a dead
blacksnake, Ruth licked the final traces of cum off her lips then wiped them and her
chin with her hand.
"Did you enjoy it immensely?" Pam asked brightly. "I know that my darling hubby did.
Tell me how you liked it, Ruthie!"
"I LOVED IT!" Ruth husked.
"I knew you would!" Pam said excitedly. "I just knew it! Come on, let's go into the
bedroom! You do want to have more of Burl's lovely big cock, don't you, Ruthie, in
your quim this time?"
"GOOD LORD YES, BUT..." Ruth gazed doubtfully at Burl's wilted penis.
"Don't let that worry you," Pam chirped. "He's got a good fuck or two left in him yet.
Now come along, the two of you, and let me introduce your organs to one another
because I'm dying to see my hubby and my dear friend knocking off a piece!" They
went into the Colsons' bedroom. Pam cautioned them to be quiet. She went into the
next room to check on Affie. Ruth stood there shivering with anticipation while Pam
was out of the room. Burl had shed his shirt. He was naked except for his socks. Now
he was busy undressing her, and his penis was beginning to lift again. When Pam
returned, Ruth's frock and slip had been discarded and Burl was helping her off with
her bra.
"It's quite all right," Pam said as she shut the door. "He's in the land of nod." She had
Pard with her, her hand on his collar, urging him along. "You needn't look so shocked,
Ruthie. I've told Burl what a great fucker Pard is, and I also took him on a couple of
times for his voyeuristic enjoyment. And oh yes, he knows our other secrets too and
doesn't mind a bit. He said Affie's lucky to have you, that he wished he'd had an older
woman to take an interest in him when he was that age, isn't that right, darling?"
"Yeah," Burl agreed, grinning, as he whisked Ruth's panties down her legs. His lack of
conversation in no way reflected upon his ability to speak. When he had something to
say, he said it but was always brief and to the point. Verbosity was not his forte. One
chatterbox in the family was enough, he figured, and it was with loving amusement that
he allowed his English wife to do his talking for him.


Chapter 12

Naked as jaybirds, the three of them climbed onto the bed. Burl lay back in the center.
It was most flattering to have his wife and landlady, both of them starkly white in
comparison to him, kneeling one on each side of him, the both of them playing with
his balls and licking at his dick to revive it to a state of full erection.
"Go, girls," he chuckled.
And they each tried to outlick the other. In no time that had his prick standing like a
stanchion. Burl drew Ruth down beside him. She spread her legs and he swung
between them.
"Let me! Let me!" Pam pleaded. "I want to guide it in!"
Burl nodded. His wife took him in hand, tugged back the foreskin and aimed his huge
cockhead toward Ruth's relatively small sex.
"JESUS, IT'S SO BIG!" Ruth whimpered when the bluntly rounded crown parted her
pussy petals and began easing into the vestibule of her slippery slot. She was shaking,
wanting it yet fearing the oversized phallus would split her.
He applied firm but gentle pressure, dilating Ruth's hairy hole slowly but surely as he
sank millimeter after millimeter of the woman-stretching glans into her suffering sex.
"OHHH! IT'S TOO BIG!" she wailed, squirming in sensual discomfort. "I D-DON'T...
THINK... I CAN TA-TAKE IT!"
"Cunt'll stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch," Burl said sagely. "Relax, mama. It'll go."
And it did.
"AAAHH!" Ruth whined, when the broad flare of the mushrooming glans dilated her
sufficiently to pop in through the vaginal gates of her tautly stretched inner labia. She
sucked in her breath raggedly as the massive organ probed deeper into her belly.
"DEARGOD!" she cried, shivering from head to toes. "IT'S PUSHING... MY WOMB...
CLEAR UP INTO... NNAARRRGGHHH... MY CHESTTTT!!!"
"Just feels like it," Burl murmured.
"Another inch and you've got it all!" Pam announced lewdly. "Do you love it, Ruthie?!"
"YES, YES... I DO, I DDOOO... OHH, OHHH... WHAT WOMAN WOULDN'T?!"
"Feel good, mama?"
"LLORD YES! GOOD... SOO GOOODDD!!!"
He gave her the rest in one sudden thrust.
"OOOOHHHHHH!!!" He began fucking into Ruth with long leisurely thrusts, being
gentle with her, taking it easy on her. The girth of the huge black pole plowing the
secretion-lubricated furrow between her legs made her hairy orifice pump in and out
around it because of the extremely tight fit. Inside her the thrusting head kept her
womb bobbing up and down in her belly as the length of his lance alternately stretched
the elastic walls of her vagina then allowed them to contract and draw her womb back
down during the outstroke.
"OHMYGOD... OHMYGODDD!!!" Ruth trilled, her head lolling rapturously from side
to side. His oversized rod filled her gloriously full, and the push/pull sensations within
her cuntal rim were tugging deliciously at her tender, blood-enlarged clitoris. It was
ridiculously good. She'd never dreamed that fucking could be so fantastic. She dearly
loved the way she was being ravished by the impaling length of Burl's fat black cock.
"SWEET DICK! THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD! OHH, OOHHH... OH, YOU
DARLING MAN! GOD, HOW I LOVE IT! FUCK ME, FUCK MEEE!!!"
Up to this point Pam had been watching them, and fondling the cock and balls of the
German Shepherd to incite his canine desire. The young Englishwoman was wild for
some screwing herself. Now that she had the dog wanting it, too, she got onto her
hands and knees beside her carnally connected girl friend and husband. The large dog
mounted her straightaway and they were off and running, too, having a session of
blissful bestial intercourse while Ruth and Burl lost themselves in the adulterous joy of
their illicit black-man/white-woman union.
The human participants in this lust-crazed orgy were soon sighing and moaning and
crying out in pleasure, while beneath them the bedsprings popped and creaked
raspingly under the shifting weight of their thrashing bodies. The sounds of their
abandoned copulation carried into the next room and soon awakened Affie.
When the little boy came to investigate, he could hardly believe his eyes. His dad was
screwing Ruthie; his dog was fucking his mother! Boing, up came his young pecker. It
got so hard a cat couldn't've scratched it.
It was his mother who first noticed him standing in the doorway beating his meat. He
thought he was in for it, but no. She told him to take off his pajamas and join them, to
slide in under her and let her suck his "Sweet young peter." And his dad winked at him
and nodded that it was okay! The eight-year-old couldn't get naked fast enough. Like all
boys do at one time or another, he'd been lusting after his own mother now that Ruth
had awakened his sexuality. He hurried around to the other side of the bed, climbed on,
slid under his pretty mother and stuck his achingly erected pecker into the moist heat
of her wonderful, eagerly receiving mouth.
What a night it turned out to be!
More than three months have passed since Ruth, the Colsons and their pet celebrated
Burl's promotion with steaks, champagne and sex. The doors connecting the two
apartments have not been closed once, nor have either of the two women in the house
slept alone for a single night. Occasionally Ruth beds down with Burl, but generally her
bed partner is Pam's adorable little boy because despite the size of the father's penis it is
the sweet young son that Ruth loves the most.


THE END
