Wanted-A Willing Son
by Diane Dart
(SC-101)


FOREWORD 

The process of understanding one's own self is difficult enough, and 
understanding others can be twice as difficult. Jessie Bernard in The Sex 
Game puts it this way: 

"Differences in culture, race, and age impose difficulties to 
shared-experience communication which are easy to see ... It is not quite so 
easy to see that certain actions also have certain meanings because the 
culture assigns them those meanings." 

The young woman who is the heroine of this story, Gloria Stanton, was a 
teacher-but she had a lot to learn herself. Her first vacation in a foreign 
country threw her into contact with, first of all, the young shoeshine boy. 
It was a case of love at first sight, but a mixed sort of love: possessive, 
maternal and strongly sexual all at the same time. 

Then there was the handsome bachelor, the sort of man she dreamed of meeting 
but never expected to. There should have been no choice in her mind as to 
which male to cling to, according to her culture and background. But even 
while she told herself that Dan Thompson was everything she could possibly 
want, her unruly heart chose the uneducated youngster who had nothing in 
common with her at all. Ignoring the culturally assigned probabilities, she 
did everything in her power to bypass the "right" man and to own the "wrong" 
boy. 

Prudish, priggish and inexperienced, Gloria learned even more about herself 
and the possibilities of her sexual nature. Her very repressions led her 
into an improbable sexual contact with her childish lover's dog. Bestiality, 
as it is called, is not all that uncommon; certainly Gloria discovered it in 
a very natural way, driven by her own passions but held back from more 
normal contacts by her repressive upbringing. 

It's easy, perhaps too easy, to attribute Gloria's erotic adventures to the 
freedom that comes with being a foreigner in a strange land. But if that had 
been all, she might have fallen into bed with Dan Thompson on the first 
occasion it was possible, and forgotten the shabby little boy who was 
clearly out of her class. 

Deeper drives were at work, the maternal mixed with the purely sexual until 
the attractive widow hardly knew which way to turn. In addition to the 
problems arising from her love for the child, she found herself unwittingly 
corrupting Dan Thompson's teenage niece. 

Because Dan was a wise man who recognized his own sexual needs as well as 
Gloria's, and was quite ready to let his children admit to theirs, the story 
has a happy if unconventional ending. The two adults and four teenagers 
involved worked out a solution that might not suit every family, but quite 
definitely was to their own liking. Differences of age, sex and culture 
disappeared or became meaningless compared to the thing they shared in 
common-a free and uninhibited sexual life. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER ONE 

Gloria lay back in the big chair, her golden-tanned legs sprawled loosely 
wide. The big dog thrust his head between them, his rough tongue licking the 
salty sweaty insides of her thighs. For a moment she considered pushing him 
away, but she knew he'd be right back at her and sooner or later, she'd give 
in. The dog knew it, too, he had to have sensed what pleasure he was giving 
his new mistress. She squirmed luxuriously in the chair, hot and tired and 
sweaty, but so content she could hardly believe herself. 

Sounds of splashing and off-key singing, some kind of unmusical ranchero 
song, came from the bathroom. She smiled, listening. The little Mexican boy 
couldn't get enough of the tiled shower and bath, the luxury of gallons of 
warm water and even her jasmine-scented soap. Pretty soon she'd go in there 
and help him wash, make sure he scrubbed behind his ears and between his 
toes. It'd end up in a laughing, sensuous love-making session, either in the 
tub or on the cold tiled floor, with water splashing everywhere. How 
wonderful it would be to run her hands over that agile, firmly fleshed body, 
to hold his little cock teasingly while she lathered it and watched it swell 
almost to man's size, to rub the white soap suds into all the areas possible 
of his brown smooth skin, to let her hand linger in the tight crack between 
his ass cheeks! 

And then of course it would be Pepe's turn to do the same to her, and not 
the least of it would be the way his hard hot tongue swirled around her tits 
and kissed its way down her white belly, biting gently at her navel while 
the excitement made her cuntlips pop open and swell long before he ever got 
that far! 

But Gloria was in no hurry. It was all hers, all waiting for nobody but the 
prim widowed fourth-grade teacher who'd done one daring thing in her whole 
life-taken this vacation alone. She tossed her head, halfway missing the 
hairpins that usually controlled her coronet of silver-gold braids, but more 
than satisfied with the feel of the loose curls on her shoulders. If they 
could only see me now! I could never explain ... yet it happened so 
gradually, so naturally, that there never seemed to be a time when I could 
say: No, I won't do that! 

Meantime, Leon was getting more eager, turned on by the moisture and odors 
that seeped from her plump hairy cuntlips. Burrowing his nose in her mop of 
pubic hair, his tongue shot out and touched the forward edges of her labia. 
A thrill of guilty pleasure surged over her. Getting the boy was the big 
thing, the important event that was changing her whole life. But as a bonus, 
the dog Leon couldn't be beat. 

He nosed in even further and his long wet tongue slurped across the length 
of her glistening pink slit. Jeez-us, what that did to her! She felt goose 
bumps springing out all over her relaxed torso, and her tits rose like 
little pink soldiers, standing out stiffly on their rosy mounds. Putting a 
hand under each of her white round breasts, she smiled down at herself. Her 
whole body seemed more sensuous, and looked it too. The exotic sight of a 
dog between her melting thighs still surprised her and still gave her a 
guilty perverse thrill, almost as exciting as the physical pleasure he was 
delivering. She couldn't remember ever in her life, certainly not in her 
brief marriage, when she'd had all these wonderfully exciting feelings. 

Leon lapped gently but steadily, his tongue dragging the small hairs with it 
so they tugged on the fat pink lips and pulled them farther apart. Then his 
tongue was actually inside, on the wet red inner membranes, and stroking the 
clitoral hood with the end of each spine-tingling stroke. She could feel the 
tiny organ harden as the hood slipped back and all her tissues swelled and 
parted, to expose not only the growing clit but the vaginal entrance as 
well. She recognized the feeling of fullness and the way her stomach muscles 
tightened and then relaxed, as all her nerve endings began to urge her on to 
climax. 

Well, why not? There's plenty more where that came from! She giggled as she 
recognized the truth of it: the more cums, the better she felt! 

"OOOHHHH, I'M CUMMMMINGGG," she moaned, and a second later clamped her mouth 
shut. Damn, the motel walls were not that thick! If Dan heard her he would 
certainly wonder, and so would his kids. It was great having the handsome 
widower to take her dancing and out to dinner, but all the same, she'd be 
glad when she got Pepe and Leon all to herself, some place where they could 
make as much noise as they wanted. 

She savored the thought even through her explosive but more or less silent 
orgasm. And this is what came, she thought hazily, of being a good 
Samaritan. Or could it be, could it possibly be that all along she'd had 
lewd thoughts and longings .... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Gloria squirmed in her chair, trying without success to pull the lacey 
jacket together in front, to cover her brief bikini swim suit. But the 
jacket was meant to be as much a tease as a cover-up and certainly was never 
intended as the proper wear in a doctor's waiting room. It wouldn't have 
mattered-after all, this had been an emergency-except for the hot-eyed looks 
of the Mexican who'd followed her in from the car and kept trying to talk to 
her. 

She petted the big dog automatically when he whined and shoved his cold nose 
on her bare leg, licking her salty skin. The poor thing didn't know what was 
happening, didn't know why he'd lost his young master for the moment. For 
that matter, everything happened so fast, Gloria herself was hardly sure of 
the sequence. One minute, she'd been sitting by the pool talking to the 
youngsters in the next motel room. In fact, they'd been teasing her about 
the young shoeshine boy who "had a crush," as they said, on the attractive 
widow. 

"Some vacation," Gloria kidded back, "to come all the way to Guadalajara 
and-look out!" 

The last remark was quite involuntary, as she saw the young boy and his dog 
crossing the highway toward her. At the same moment, a rattly old car pulled 
from a side street, accelerating all the way, its tires screeching and its 
motor roaring. Seemingly the driver never saw the boy, even as his fender 
grazed the young body and sent it spinning through the air, to land with an 
audible thump at the curb. 

Back home in the good old U.S.A., an accident like that would have 
immediately drawn a crowd of onlookers, police and police cars, and an 
ambulance. Here, deep in the heart of Mexico, as Gloria discovered, nobody 
seemed to care. She and the three teenagers ran to help, of course. The 
shoeshine boy-Pepe, if she'd gotten his name right-was dazed and bloody, but 
the worst damage seemed to be a deep cut on his head, and possibly a 
fracture in his right arm. 

The motel owner-manager was not to be found, but then, he never was. None of 
them dared attempt the telephone, not knowing who to call or how to make 
themselves understood in a foreign language. Then one of the teenagers, the 
tiny girl with red hair, remembered seeing a Red Cross station not too far 
away. 

They helped the grubby little boy into the front seat of Gloria's car, and 
his dog, plumed tail waving, crept into the back. She'd found the Red Cross 
station just as the boy began to come to, and a nurse had helped take him 
behind the closed operating room door. Gloria intended to wait at least 
until someone told her how he was. It wasn't her responsibility, of course, 
but she simply couldn't walk off now. 

The lecherous looking Mexican had followed her in from the street. "You in 
trouble, lady? I'm a lawyer, I speak English, I'll help." 

"No, I'm not in trouble," she answered shortly. "I don't need your help." 

But he still hung around, his shifty black eyes taking in every detail of 
her tanned, rounded body, her mop of golden braids, her red polka-dot bikini 
that clung to her swelling breasts and hips under the inadequate white lace 
jacket. 

Gloria hung on to her purse, although there wasn't much in it-just her keys, 
cigarettes, a few hundred pesos. The man didn't look like a sneak thief, but 
then, he didn't look much like a lawyer either. At any rate, he couldn't be 
a very successful one as his blue pinstriped suit was smeared with stains 
and his bare feet were thrust into cracked leather shoes. 

Finally, to her great relief, the door opened and the nurse brought the 
shoeshine boy into the waiting room. He had a great white bandage wound 
round his head, and one arm was in a sling, but otherwise he looked okay. 
The dog greeted him with high whines and snuffles, while he grinned shyly up 
at Gloria. 

She had to admit the "lawyer" was helpful then, as the nurse spoke no 
English. The fee was 200 pesos, only about sixteen dollars, which Gloria 
paid gladly. And the doctor wanted Pepe kept quiet for a few days, plenty of 
good food and rest. His arm was only sprained, not broken. The American's 
heart sank when she heard that, imagining the crowded home he probably came 
from. And surely the family needed his earnings, or he would be in school 
instead of trying to earn a few pesos shining shoes. 

She quizzed the boy, once they were in the car. He spoke some English, he 
said he'd learned it from the tourists. 

"Where is your home? I'll drive you there." 

"Pepe got no home," he said, cheerfully. "No home, no Mama, no Papa. But 
don' worry about us, Senorita. Leon an' I, we sleep outside your door." 

She looked down at him, shocked, and for a moment the rented car swerved in 
the traffic until she regained control. Those eyes! Like big brown moist 
pools, shining in the grubby little face! And the look of adoration he gave 
her went right to her heart. She didn't think anybody in the world had ever 
looked at her that way before. 

This whole vacation was turning out to be impossible, so different from what 
she'd expected that she felt she was losing control of her life, that it was 
swerving as the car had swerved a moment before. In the first place, there'd 
been three of them; three fourth-grade teachers who saved their money, 
talked to travel agents, read highly colored brochures and dreamed about 
dancing under the Mexican stars. They'd planned it for so long! And then at 
practically the last minute, everything fell apart. Ruth's mother had a 
stroke, so she had to cancel. And Marylin became engaged to the football 
coach, the one all the teachers had been eyeing for two years. 

Gloria bravely decided to take the trip by herself. She flew to the 
Guadalajara airport, picked up her rental car and drove to the motel. At 
first she was disappointed; nothing was happening, no glamour, no 
excitement, no-face it, no men! Except of course for the handsome 
gray-haired gentleman in charge of the three teenagers, and he seemed to be 
busy all the time. 

It wasn't that Gloria expected any permanent relationship to develop from 
whatever man she might meet on vacation-though they couldn't hang a girl for 
hoping! No, what she looked for was romance, something different than the 
daily grind of teaching and going to the Saturday night movie. Naturally a 
widowed teacher in a small town wasn't going to have any sexual outlets, and 
the past year had brought her desires to fever pitch. It seemed to her now, 
in her thirty-third year of life, that her sexual drives were stronger than 
they'd ever been. 

All these thoughts skimmed through her mind as she drove toward the motel, 
trying to reach a decision about Pepe. It was ridiculous to think of him 
sleeping on the mat outside her motel door, but she was afraid he might do 
just that. He'd fallen for her hard, the very day she arrived, and ever 
since had spent half the day hanging around the motel. Now, since she'd 
helped him after the accident, his adoration was complete and uncomplicated. 
He put his grubby hand on her bare knee and she knew there was nothing else 
to be said, she'd at least have to take care of him until his head and arm 
healed. 

The motel seemed totally deserted when she pulled in and took a sleepy Pepe 
to her room. The dog followed, of course, and sank contentedly on the 
coolness of the tile floor, as ready for a nap as was his young master. 
Gloria opened a Coke from the cooler she'd bought and fell into the big 
chair. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Her big ideas of romance had 
come down to this, nursing a small boy and his dog! 

Leon cocked his big head when she laughed out loud, and slowly got up and 
padded over to her. He looked to be part collie and part German shepherd, 
with the feathery brown-and-white coat of a collie. He poked his snout at 
her and its chill moistness gave her a shiver. 

"Good dog, Leon," she said, patting his head. 

He was such a big dog that when he stood in front of her, his head rested 
between her open thighs. Without thinking, she let her legs fall open wider 
and Leon took it as an invitation. Pushing his nose in tight against the 
crotch of her bikini bottom, where the dotted red fabric barely contained 
her pubic bulge, he began to lick at the inside of her thighs. She shouldn't 
let him do it, she knew, but it felt so darned good! She twined her fingers 
in the thick hair of his head and said, "Good old fellow! Don't you wish it 
were a hot bitch you were licking?" 

Then she had to laugh at herself again, because if she wasn't a hot bitch at 
this point, she didn't know who was! 

Regretfully she shoved his head away and stood up. She'd better shower while 
Pepe was napping, and maybe stretch out on the bed too. Later, she could get 
the motel manager to give her a room with twins. She stripped off the lace 
jacket and unbuttoned the red bra top, letting it slide off her arms with a 
feeling of relief. Little beads of sweat curled under her high-set breasts. 
Instead of lying down again, Leon stood and watched her, his tail wagging 
gently. 

"What's the matter, boy, you thirsty too? Wait a minute and I'll find 
something to give you a drink in." 

She rolled the tight bikini pants down her thighs, trying to free them from 
her perspiration-damp flesh. Bending down to pull them off one leg and then 
another, she felt the coolness of air on her backside and then, suddenly, 
something else cool and moist that poked in between the round white ass 
cheeks. Gloria jumped a little, knowing it was the dog, but still feeling a 
flash of pure hot sexuality leap through her. She turned and shoved at his 
muzzle and he moved, but only enough to stick his nose in her crotch from in 
front. 

Gloria stood there a moment spraddle-legged, the tile cool beneath her bare 
feet and the cool nose bumping the end of her slit, just above her clitoris. 
Then the dog put out his long red tongue and lapped between her legs, right 
up into her already horny crotch. "Mmmmmm, that feels good," she murmured. 

She knew it was foolish, but she couldn't resist sitting back in the chair, 
totally naked, just to see what Leon would do. He moved in quickly, his 
tongue going faster and harder so it pushed its way through the puffy outer 
labia and slithered against the sensitive nerve-rich entrance to her cunt. 
Gloria slid lower in the chair and then his heavy lapping took in all of her 
slit from puckered anus to the clitoral hood. 

She shot a quick glance at the bed, but the little boy was fast asleep, 
breathing heavily with his rosy mouth open. 

"Aaaalll right, Leon!" She was sure the dog didn't know what he was doing, 
but she couldn't help it, it felt so heavenly! And what harm was it, after 
all? "Come on, boy, don't stop now!" 

She spread her own cuntlips wider with her fingers so the tip of the dog's 
tongue repeatedly slapped against her viscous red inner flesh, as if it 
wanted to bore its way right inside her eagerly palpitating cunt. She licked 
her lips and watched that long snaky tongue, rough on the upperside, 
practically scooping up the moisture that seeped from her inner walls. 

Her vagina began to contract and release, contract and release, as she bore 
down harder on the cock-like tongue. It was almost like fucking! It was sure 
as hell better than masturbation, because she could never give herself the 
indescribable thrills she was experiencing. 

"Oh, Leon," she whimpered, and then total sexuality took over, shaking her 
body as if she were a rag doll. She didn't care at the moment where she was 
or whether it was a dog or a man-all she knew was that her pent-up release 
was near at hand. 

Gloria slid right out of the chair onto a thick wool rug, flat on her back 
so she could open her throbbing cunt more completely to Leon's vigorous 
tonguing. The dog hardly missed a beat but stood over her lewd sprawled 
body, lapping harder as if he sensed her approaching cum. 

Looking up, she saw with a little shock that the dog was as horny as she 
was! He had a hard-on that dangled just inches from her eyes, and she stared 
at it in fascination. The slick red organ extended from its dark sheath, 
looking sore and swollen as it bobbed back and forth with the sway of his 
movements. She reached up and touched it, momentarily distracted, and it 
felt as hot and slick as it looked. 

Just as her slender fingers curled around it, Leon changed his steady 
lapping stroke and seemed. impossible as it was, to concentrate on her hard 
emerging clitoris. He licked it wetly, his tongue sliding off one side of 
the tense little organ. 

"N-NO!" she said sharply, jerking her hips back. She knew that ecstatic as 
it was at the moment, too much attention to that sensitive clit would block 
emotion and even become painful. But the dog went back to poking his hard 
tongue toward her cunthole, only now and then darting back for a quick 
attack on the clitoris. 

"OH, MY GOD," she said loudly, rocking her ass up to meet his stroking 
tongue. "AAAYYYIIGGG! JEEEEZZZUUSSSS!" 

She grabbed an ankle in either hand and rocked back and forth, caught in the 
surge of a powerful orgasm. As her body thrashed on the floor, the big dog 
seemed to sigh and then lay down beside her, his tongue busily licking his 
neglected hard-on. 

Gloria got back in the chair and picked up her half-warm Coke, with an 
apprehensive glance at the boy on the bed. He was still sleeping soundly and 
she realized that no more than five or ten minutes could have passed while 
she was lewdly engaged with his dog. But what a difference those few minutes 
made to her! For the first time in months, it seemed, she and her body 
belonged under the same skin. She still felt sexually aroused but 
comfortably so, no longer tense and on edge. The muscles in the back of her 
neck, that pained her so when she was tired, were relaxed and easy. It may 
be wicked and perverse to have a dog lick your cunt like that, she thought, 
but it was the next best thing to fucking! 

She'd hardly finished the Coke and decided again on a shower when the knock 
came at the door. Hastily pulling on a robe, she figured it would be the 
teenagers who'd helped load the boy into her car. They'd have noticed the 
car was back, and would be wondering what happened. 

The smile on her face died when she opened the door. 

It was the Mexican, the one who claimed to be a lawyer, and who-she 
realized-must have followed her back to the motel. 

"Miss," he said with a persuasive smile, "I came for the boy, for little 
Pepe. I come to take him away, to a good place, so you can enjoy your 
vacation without worry." 

Instinctively she tried to close the door, but his foot was somehow in the 
way. "What-what's it to you?" she asked bluntly. "You don't even know him!" 

"Oh, but yes, I think a while. I think, where do I see this boy before? And 
then I remember, he is shoeshine boy from the mercado, the big market. And 
so I go there and ask. He has grandma, this boy, and I talk to her. Don't 
bother the tourist lady, his grandma say, but bring the little one home to 
me." 

She remembered Pepe saying, "No Mama, no Papa, no home." He never actually 
said he had no grandmother or other relatives, but all the same she didn't 
believe this dirty-eyed lawyer. 

"What are you getting out of it?" 

He bowed and smiled. "You like to tip me, miss, that's okay. Better a little 
tip than being in trouble, isn't it? You on vacation, you no want little boy 
around bothering you." 

She didn't know what to say. It made sense, but at the same time she knew 
she wasn't going to let the boy go. 

"He's asleep," she said. "When he wakes up, I'll ask him. Here, just a 
minute-" she fumbled with her purse, brought out a blue fifty peso note. 
Four dollars? Worth it to get rid of him. "When he wakes up, I'll take him 
wherever he wants to go." 

But the man made no move to take the money. His smile broadened and he said, 
"You like little boys, no? I bring you one better, one who doesn't have cuts 
and broken arm. Don't worry, miss. Whatever you want, Ramon bring you!" 

The meaning of his words was just beginning to seep into her when she saw 
the teenagers and their handsome chaperone climbing the motel steps. They 
saw her at the same time, and obviously the man grasped the situation at 
once. A couple of long strides and he was there, elbowing Ramon aside. 

"Is this man bothering you?" 

She hardly needed to answer. Ramon eeled out of the doorway and down the 
steps, looking back once to give her an oily grin of complicity. "I see you 
soon, Miss!" he called. 

Gloria heaved a sigh of relief and began to explain to the Americans what 
had happened. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Gloria eventually did have her shower, and hurried into a halter-neck dress, 
vivid green against her rosy tan and pale silvery-gold hair. She re-coiled 
her braids smoothly around her head and, with a last look at the sleeping 
Pepe, knocked on the Americans' door. They wanted to hear the whole story, 
they said; she must come and have drinks with them. 

The older man introduced himself as Dan Thompson, from San Francisco; and 
she could see that despite his handsome crop of silvery hair, he was barely 
forty years old. She looked around the room, the one directly next to hers, 
and was relieved to see that it was a sitting room, not a bedroom. Since Dan 
was gone most of the time and the youngsters outdoors, there was little 
chance of her having been overheard. 

"My daughter Amy, my son Mike, and their cousin Sara. Now sit down, Mrs. 
Stanton-it is Mrs. Stanton, isn't it? Here's something that will cool you 
off." 

Gloria accepted the drink and said, "Please call me Gloria. Yes, it was 
Mrs., I'm a widow, but I'm not much on formality." 

Dan beamed at her. "Good, good. Now tell us everything that happened, 
Gloria. I'm sure your little orphan will be all right, and if we leave both 
doors open, he can find you when he wakes up." 

It was a relief to her to unload the story of her day, and the tentative 
conclusions she'd come to. She watched their faces and saw nothing but 
approval when she came to the part of Ramon. 

"Of course you couldn't let him take Pepe," Sara said. She was the tiny girl 
with the vivid red hair, Dan's niece. "Who knows what he might be up to!" 

"I wish he'd given you a card," Dan said thoughtfully. "Then I might have 
been able to find out something about him." 

"A card?" Gloria didn't quite understand. 

"A business card. Mexicans usually do, and if you see him again, ask for 
his. If he's a lawyer, he'll have one." Dan went on to explain that his 
business was buying Mexican handicrafts to be exported to the States, and 
that he sold to some of the largest chains of department stores throughout 
the country. 

They chatted pleasantly over their drinks and the three young people took it 
upon themselves to check on Pepe from time to time. "He may sleep the night 
through," Amy said reassuringly. "After all, he's had quite a shock." 

Somehow, she wasn't quite sure how, it developed that Gloria and Dan were 
going to dinner together. The teenagers not only volunteered to take turns 
eating, so one would always be with Pepe, but to get the manager to move a 
cot into the room. 

"We want to help," Mike said winningly, "after all, we're all gringos 
together." 

Gloria picked up a shawl and her purse, and put a cool hand on her little 
Mexican's forehead. He did seem to be sleeping naturally. She very much 
wanted to go out with the charming American, but at the same time, she hated 
to leave the boy. It didn't really make sense because tonight's date was 
exactly what she'd been aiming for when she planned the vacation. 

Over cocktails, Dan told her that he was divorced. "The children spend the 
summers with me, and they like to go on my buying trips. Sara too-she's an 
only child and has always been very close to my children." 

Gloria felt as if she were in a dream, or-better yet-in one of the glossy 
brochures advertising "beautiful Guadalajara with its wealth of fine 
restaurants." They sat on a terrace overlooking landscaped grounds and a 
pool. The white-coated waiter was deft and attentive. All around them, 
well-dressed people talked and laughed against a background of soft music 
from a string trio. 

Best of all was Dan, her handsome escort. Even though she told herself he 
must know hundreds of women, more beautiful and sophisticated than herself, 
she couldn't deny that he was attracted to her. Over coffee, he said as 
much. 

Even though he made a joke of it, with his warm hazel eyes fixed on hers, 
she couldn't help but believe him. "Those kids have been trying to get me 
married off for years," he complained laughingly, "but they always insist on 
the right of approval. You've really made a-hit with them, Gloria. Notice 
how they practically pushed us out the door together?" 

She wondered if all the Thompsons would be as enchanted with her if they 
could see her, any week day during the school year, make-upless and prim in 
front of a fourth-grade classroom. 

She knew that Dan was disappointed when she insisted on going home early, 
but he yielded. "I suppose you really are tired," he said, "but get a good 
night's sleep, and we'll try again." 

Though all the lights were on, her room was empty when she returned-except 
for the dog Leon, who greeted her with tail-waggings and muted barks. Pepe 
must have wakened and gone out to eat with Dan's kids. Kicking off her 
shoes, Gloria looked around, vaguely discontented. She wasn't sure she liked 
all the help she was getting; almost, she'd rather have Pepe to herself. 

On the other hand, there was Leon. 

The big dog padded around behind her and, shoving his nose up under her 
skirt, sniffed at her anus. She could feel his cold nose through the tight 
constriction of her nylon panties, and once again it roused feelings of 
sexual excitement, feelings that distressed her by their lewd strength. She 
knew that the evening with Dan was what had really turned her on, but 
unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it. Even if he'd made a 
pass, she couldn't have gone along with it-not on the first date. At least 
that was how things were in Leesville, Ohio, if she ever wanted to see him 
again. Meantime, she had Leon. 

There was really no use fighting it. Leon could satisfy her driving sexual 
needs-and the best part was, he'd never talk about it! It might be perverse, 
and indeed she knew it was, but it was also safe. God knows she'd never 
needed fucking worse in her life and Leon's tongue was the next best thing. 

The dog was more than willing. He seemed to sense her mood and whined 
eagerly while she took off dress, bra, and slipped her shoes and panties 
off. When she sat naked in the same big chair and spread her legs, the 
familiar lapping began immediately. And the same warm feeling hit the pit of 
her belly and spread outward, more quickly than before. "Heaven help me," 
she whispered to herself as she slid her butt to the edge of the chair. Even 
that didn't feel exactly right, so she raised her knees and grasped one in 
each hand, leaving her entire private genital area open to the eager, 
exciting tongue. 

She knew she was oozing fluid from her cunt, knew that the dog could smell 
it and taste it. He loved it, obviously, as he scooped from her asshole to 
her clit with warm rough strokes of his talented tongue. For a moment he 
seemed to bore into her anus and she cried out with startled pleasure. 
"OOOOHHH! LEON!" 

He worked his way forward little by little, probing again at the hungry 
place where a cock would go, savoring the juices and their musky scent. 

"Ooohhhh," she cried despairingly, "if you were only a man!" Seized by an 
insane impulse to pretend, she slid again onto the floor, landing on the 
thick wool rug once more. When she closed her eyes she could imagine that 
was a handsome lover-maybe even Dan Thompson?-tantalizing her with his 
withheld cock, dragging it teasingly over her sensitive labia, as she jerked 
and bored upward in response. 

His tongue seemed to become rougher and more greedy, as it swept the length 
of her puffy hairy slit, separating the outer lips and hitting again and 
again on her wet oozing cuntmouth. Her excitement built and she knew the 
feeling of fullness, of swelling and expanding at the same time, as her 
nerve-rich tissues puffed and parted to open the way to her hungry vagina. 

"GODDDDD," she screamed. "OH, DO IT, YOU CRAZY DOG, DO ITTT!" 

She pulled her knees wide apart with her hands and arched upward and still 
couldn't seem to expose herself enough to the thrilling movements of his 
tongue. Her feet churned in the air as she switched her hips from side to 
side, and he seemed to understand. His tongue hit first on one side of her 
clit, and then the other. The hard little nubbin, like a miniature cock, 
pushed its shiny way free of its hood and quaked so that stabs of 
electricity shot through her entire super-sensitive body. 

"OMIGOD I'M CUMMING," she cried out, jerking up and down as if she were 
truly being fucked and fucking back. "JEEZZUS, LEON, DON'T STOP NOW!" 

The spasms of her climax seemed to gather near her anus and pulse outward, 
wave upon wave. Her hands wanted something to hold on to and she reached out 
blindly, grabbing handfuls of his thick fur and pulling his big body closer. 
She sagged against him, unable to stop trembling and rubbed her face in his 
warm comforting side. 

"Wow, Leon," she said finally, "you are one helluva dog." 

Suddenly remembering where she was, and that Pepe and the other kids might 
return at any moment, she began to struggle to her feet, using Leon's 
sturdiness to pull herself up, but the dog had different ideas. He nosed her 
chest and, off balance, she fell backward. Immediately his hot tongue went 
back to its lapping. 

"C'mon now, you nice dog," she said, laughing. "Fun's over, good dog, time 
to quit." 

The dog ignored her command, and she weakly let him back at her juicy 
cuntlips. Just one more minute, she told herself, knowing a second climax 
was hovering near, that it would only take a few more hot probes to send 
waves of ecstasy over her again. Just one more small cum and then I'll get 
up and.... 

Leon was standing facing her and when she opened her eyes, she could see 
under his body the bright red of his cock, so hard and long it was almost 
dragging on the floor. Poor doggie, he'd have to finish himself off again 
with his tongue. Or did animals care? She'd seen dogs lying down licking 
their red cocks, seemingly unconcerned, and she'd seen them get hard-ons 
with no visible stimulation. The thought of all that canine sexuality going 
to waste was positively dizzying, and she closed her eyes against it. The 
poor females, poor bitches, who could only take it when they were ready to 
conceive! 

The small spasms of a climax overcame her. It seemed as if Leon's tongue was 
harder, firmer, aimed more directly at her cuntal mouth, jolting her with 
its attempted entry. Even as her pussy lips quivered open and shut in her 
orgasm, the tongue tip was gaining entrance and making the minor climax into 
a wildly sweeping one. 

But it wasn't until she felt the hot breath on her face and the wet tongue 
sloshed over one tit that she realized the truth. 

:'OH, NOOOO! YOU'RE FUCK ... NO! LEON, YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU'RE FUCKING 
ME!" she screamed all in one breath. 

She faintly realized that the dog's warm heavy body was settling on top of 
her, gently yet inexorably, while his hind quarters moved spasmodically, 
driving the long red cock deep inside her wet ready pussy. She had no 
control at all, not over the dog or even over her own body. Her cunt 
stretched itself to take the length and hard thickness of the dog's cock, 
her lubricating juices flowed more freely than ever. 

Still under the spell of her overwhelming cum, she stared glassy-eyed at the 
big head and lolling tongue on her flattened white breasts. He was, he was 
really fucking her! There was no mistaking the length and hardness of that 
piercing organ! Dazedly she realized that while it might not be as thick as 
a man's, this was more than overcome by its length and rigidity. And while 
her mind might tell itself in horror that it was a dog, an animal, that was 
boring its hard penis in her cunt, her body obviously couldn't care less! 

The pointed cockhead plowed and surged in fast hard thrusts, hitting the 
whole length of her vaginal barrel and pushing against its innermost end. It 
was so much, so very much the sensation she'd been wanting, the fantastic 
fullness and fulfillment that only a cock inside her body could bring, that 
Gloria barely hesitated. She couldn't get out of it anyway, her mind 
rationalized, Leon was too big and heavy. And his strength was such that 
even if she were in better position, in which she could exert leverage 
against him, she might not succeed. As it was, bracing her feet and elbows 
against the floor and pressing upward only brought her into closer lewd 
contact with his fantastic surging cock! What was the old saying? If you 
can't fight 'em, join 'em! 

Once her mind had worked all that out, in less time than it takes to tell 
it, she had to go with it all the way. 

"Oh, you beautiful brute," she crooned, "you've got me now, haven't you? 
You've got me and I love it! If Leesville Elementary could only see me now, 
bare-ass naked and flat on my back, having the time of my life with a dog!" 

Even in the middle of ecstatically pounding back at his hairy cock, she had 
to laugh. Tenure or no tenure, she wouldn't be teaching long if this ever 
got out! Teaching, shit! She'd be run out of town so fast she'd be nothing 
but a blur on the landscape! Remembering her sour-faced principal and the 
other teachers she had to laugh again. "Fuck 'em all!" 

But no. "Fuck Leon, fuck a dog ... FUCK ME, YOU DAMN GORGEOUS BEAST! PLUNGE 
YOUR HARD PECKER IN MY CUNT AND FUCKMEEEE!" 

Leon seemed to like the sound of her hysterical screams. He whined happily 
and licked one of her hard rosy-red tits, and that too sent a stab of 
excitement through her. She tried her best to wind her legs around his hairy 
loins, but he was moving too rapidly and his body was too thick. So her feet 
flopped in the air, while her arms grabbed him around his middle and her 
hands clutched his shaggy fur. 

She felt as if she would never cum again, as if she could keep pounding back 
at good old Leon for the rest of her life and enjoy every minute of it! His 
slick red cock slid in and out as rapidly as his strong hind quarters could 
send it, and with every movement her needy cunt clung to it, the pink 
viscous flesh clinging as if afraid to let go. 

And something more was happening, something that puzzled her even in the 
midst of her lewd passion. In spite of its slick appearance, Leon's cock 
seemed to have a bump on it near the base, a lump that rubbed now against 
her erect clitoris, now over the wet surfaces of her inner labia. And there 
was as well an extra bonus in the tickling of his hairy balls across her 
ass, and the warm plushy feel of his belly with its plumes of thick hair. 

She jerked hard against him, waves of pleasure washing over her at the 
contact against her velvety membranes. While his haunches quivered and 
gathered together in their downward drive, her ass clenched and bounced her 
up against him. The friction was so tremendous that her cunt burned even 
through its soothing thick lubrication. But it was a burning that she loved, 
a totally new sensation that left her gasping and giddy. 

If it had been a man, a person, she realized, at least part of her attention 
would have gone into his thoughts and feelings and satisfactions. But now, 
when she needed sex worse than ever before in her life, she could have it 
pure and unadulterated! 

"Won't ... fall in love ... with you, Leon," she panted, "just LOVE YOUR 
COCK!" 

Once that realization dawned on her, she abandoned herself completely to the 
lewd beastly action, moaning ever louder, whimpering little obscenities, 
words she'd never even spoken aloud before. "Fuck ... my ass ... shit, baby, 
but you're good ... hit m'cunt harder, HARDER, HARRDERRR!" 

The hairpins that kept her tight braids in place flew across the tiled 
floor, and the braids themselves loosened and fell into kinky, curly twists. 
When she switched her head from side to side in the height of her passion, 
the pale blonde strands swept across her face and into her eyes and mouth. 
Her hands gripped the dog's body as if she were drowning and he was a 
lifesaver. Her boobs flopped up and down with the movement of her driving, 
agile back, and the sweat stood out everywhere on her shapely white body. 

Every driving fuck seemed to send her body sliding away from him, and she 
loved the way his forepaws firmly but gently pulled her back. This wasn't 
the normal position for dogs fucking, she knew, and she felt he understood 
the difference. All the same small red lines and scratches began to appear 
on her smooth shoulders and forearms, and so she began thrusting her own 
body back under his to help him, and to protect her skin. 

Her orgasm took a long time building, partly because she wanted it too, she 
wanted this thrilling interlude to last as long as possible. But her body 
began to take charge in an unmistakable way, forcing her to want the climax 
desperately even as she tried to postpone it. Wave upon wave swept through 
her, her stomach muscles knotting and releasing, each time taking her a 
little further along the path. 

"Oh, please," she panted, hardly knowing what she was saying, "please PLEASE 
FUCK ME ... I'M CUMMING CUMMING ... NOW NOW NOWWW!" 

She squeezed her thighs tightly together over his cock, rubbing her clitoris 
in the process, squeezing out the orgasm that would neither come nor let her 
go. Finally, while she hugged his furry body tightly, the tension released 
her and the long floating waves carried her in to shore. Colorful images 
danced through her mind and she sighed deeply, not even knowing she'd been 
holding her breath for the long tightly wound-up moments. 

While all this was happening to Gloria, Leon fucked sturdily on, 
rhythmically and without a change or break. She wanted free now, but how was 
she going to convey that to a dog? Her cunt seemed ultra sensitive and 
demanded release, but she had no idea what to do about it. 

Just as the sensitivity almost became pain and she thought she'd have to 
scream with the pounding intensity of it, inspiration hit her. Leaning up as 
far as she could, she reached and stretched under his pile-driving body. Her 
hands found his furry balls and cupped them, increasing the pressure little 
by little as she discovered what he could endure. She didn't want to hurt 
her darling Leon! 

It worked. The dog began to moan and his eyes squeezed shut as his tongue 
lolled dripping out of his drawn-back mouth. His cock inside her buzzed like 
a vibrator and it went on and on, as he hunched powerfully against her, 
again using his forepaws to hold her body close. 

Her vagina was so fantastically sensitized that she believed she could feel 
every drop of his hot jism shoot into it! Leon panted heavily, drooling over 
her face and tits as he collapsed in the final tremors. 

Much relieved, Gloria began to inch her way out from under him and found, to 
her sharp dismay, that they were still connected! Vaguely she remembered 
hearing of this or seeing it, dogs that had finished fucking but couldn't 
separate. She'd always believed it was the bitch's tight cunt muscles that 
wouldn't let go, a natural effort to drain the last drop of sperm and make 
sure she was impregnated. 

But this, oddly, seemed to have something to do with the two hard swellings 
she'd enjoyed so much, when his slick organ plunged into her. She began to 
panic. With his weight on her, she could hardly breathe! Yet any move toward 
separation seemed to tear painfully at her sore cunt. 

Leon himself wanted to be loose, and tried backing away. She tried to brace 
herself but willy-nilly, she was dragged with him. Not only that, but it 
grew more painful every minute! She decided she'd have to put up with the 
moment of pain, in order to end it. 

Grasping the leg of the bed which was barely in her reach, she tried to pull 
backward. Suddenly, startling her into letting go, a small voice cried out. 

"Wait, wait, miss! You'll hurt yourself!" 

Body frozen and jaw sagging, Gloria looked up. There in the bathroom doorway 
stood Pepe, bare except for a towel wrapped around his loins. Embarrassed 
and humiliated, but wholly captive, she lay there while he ran to his dog 
and knelt beside him. Letting loose a flood of Spanish which meant nothing 
to her. Pepe petted and soothed the animal. 

"He be all right in just a minute, you see!" He smiled at his American 
protector with a bright flash of teeth, as if this was the most ordinary 
happening in the world. 

In any case, he was right. Before many minutes had passed, she could feel 
the hard knot inside her cunt loosening, and then the slick red sheath 
pulled out slowly and painlessly. So exhausted that she hardly cared what 
was happening, Gloria fell back on the rug. Her mind tried to work, tried to 
shame her for what the boy had witnessed, but it was rough going for her 
conscience. She had enjoyed herself so thoroughly, and was so completely, 
sexually exhausted! 

Before she could formulate all these thoughts and decide what to say to the 
little boy, he was kneeling over her and petting her much as he had the dog. 
He sat on the floor and put her head in his lap, brushing away the damp 
strands of hair that wisped across her face. Looking up into those deep 
brown eyes, she felt comforted and relieved. Without understanding one word 
of his torrent of Spanish, she knew he was saying she was beautiful and that 
he loved her. 

"Chula, chula," he crooned. "Mi mamacita, I am glad Leon make you happy. 
Pepe too, he make you happy all the time...." 

Suddenly aware that she was lying stark naked on the floor, her huge breasts 
and damp muff open to his gaze, she thought that little Pepe wasn't even as 
old as her fourth-grade students! At least he wasn't as tall, and she'd 
figured all along that he was about eight years old. 

Gloria stumbled to her feet and tied a robe around herself, feeling better 
immediately. While Pepe picked up the hairpins scattered over the floor, and 
Leon licked his slowly receding hard-on, she tried to think what to say to 
the boy. She picked up her hair brush and began to stroke vigorously. 

"Pepe ... where were you? Were you in the bathroom all that time when I...?" 
the words stuck in her throat. "Pepe, I'm sorry, what I did with your dog 
was wrong. It was very wrong and I'm sorry you saw it." 

He put the hairpins on the dresser and smiled. "I don't think it was wrong, 
mamacita. But I know something better." 

Then he remembered his new enthusiasm, and turned to smile at her-that smile 
that lit up his face and was half his charm. "You know what, miss? In that 
room-" gesturing toward the bathroom-"there are faucets and water that never 
stops! Even the hot water, comprendes, agua caliente, it comes and comes and 
comes!" 

She realized that the little boy had probably never seen a bathroom before, 
and to him it must be like a miracle. So that was where he'd been while she 
and the dog had been fucking so wildly! Soaking in the tub, from the looks 
of his shriveled fingers and toes, and using plenty of her scented soap, by 
the fragrance that wafted through the room! 

"Come and have bath with me, shower too," Pepe wheedled. "You're all hot and 
sweaty now, but I wash you good! You come and, how you say? Relax! Believe 
me, miss, I don' use all the hot water, there is plenty for everyone." 

She was certainly tempted. A long hot soak and his hard little fingers 
moving over her body, lathering up her throat and breasts and-Why Gloria 
Stanton, you pervert you! A dog isn't enough for you, now you 're going to 
corrupt this sweet little boy! And it was his innocence, she decided, that 
made him so sweet and loveable. He had no concept of privacy, living as he 
did, and so he accepted things which an American boy would know were wrong. 

His coaxing voice broke into her thoughts. "Pepe love you too, miss, like 
Leon, only better. See?" He unknotted the towel around his middle and 
dropped it. 

The rampant erection he showed his new guardian spoke more plainly than 
words. Gloria was seized with the impulse to drop to her knees and kiss it, 
hold it in her hands, cover it with the wet melting kisses that were a waste 
as far as Leon was concerned. It was such a beautiful little cock, so 
smooth, and flushed a rosy pink, and obviously glowing with cleanliness. Her 
thumbs would pull back the foreskin while..... 

No, damn it! "Go to bed, Pepe," she said coldly. "I see they brought your 
cot. We'll talk all this over in the morning." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"This is the best bacon I've ever eaten," young Mike said. 

"And papaya," his cousin added. "Of course I've never had it before, but 
this has got to be the greatest!" 

Gloria looked around the breakfast table and tried to imagine what it would 
be like to have a loving, supporting family like this. Of course they'd 
taken her in as one of themselves but it was only an illusion; after the two 
weeks vacation, she would go her way and they'd go theirs. 

And Pepe? 

She looked at the little boy sitting at her elbow, busily scooping beans 
onto a tortilla, adding some fried egg and hot sauce. He was alone too 
(never mind what that nasty Ramon said), so why couldn't they make a family 
together, the two of them? She'd read an article recently about single 
women-and men too-who were adopting children. Not babies of course, but then 
Pepe was hardly a baby. If she could take him home with her ... of course, 
he would be the only Mexican in Leesville. And no matter what single people 
were doing elsewhere, in her home town they certainly weren't adopting young 
children! 

As if he'd read her mind, Dan said: "I've been doing some heavy thinking 
about your problem, Gloria. Would you want to keep Pepe, that is, adopt 
him?" 

Her voice trembled. "But what if that nasty Ramon is right? What if he 
really does have a grandmother?" 

Dan didn't seem to think that was any real problem. "A few hundred pesos 
would take care of her. Especially if she knew the boy would have a good 
home. But let's find out." He turned to the little boy and spoke rapidly in 
Spanish. Pepe answered, and Dan probed some more. He finally turned away, 
satisfied. 

"He's been taking care of the old woman because he felt sorry for her, but 
as far as he knows, he has no living relatives." 

Gloria was doubly glad she hadn't given in to her lewd and lascivious 
desires with Pepe the night before. If anything like that were going on, the 
gossips of Leesville would surely find it out! As it was, she could take him 
home with a clear conscience. 

"By the way, Dad," Amy put in, "whatever Ramon is trying to pull, he hasn't 
given up. He was hanging around here last night with a pal, a real fat 
greasy looking dude." 

Dan frowned. "I wish I knew what he was after, but never mind him. I know a 
lawyer, a good one, and I'll talk to him this afternoon. If you really want 
to go through with this, Gloria, I'll make an appointment for you." 

She looked down at the handsome little boy. She must be out of her mind, to 
think of taking on this responsibility. But he smiled up at her and placidly 
said, "You be my new mama, Miss? Take Pepe to the Estados Unidos where 
there's hot water all the time, verdad?" 

They all laughed at this, because Gloria had told them of his fascination 
with the bathtub and shower. 

"You're so good to me," she said gratefully, "and I don't know why you 
bother. You must have plenty of your own worries and business problems." 

"Of course there's a price to it." Dan put his napkin down and leaned back 
in his chair, patting his stomach appreciatively. "What a breakfast! But you 
see, I expect you to go out with me tonight and tomorrow night ... and the 
kids do too, so they won't have the old man looking over their shoulder all 
the time." 

Amy and Mike agreed laughingly, though Gloria noticed little Sara, the 
redheaded niece, hadn't anything to say. In fact, she looked rather sulky. 
Did the child have a crush on her uncle? Probably, but she'd grow out of it. 

Gloria took Pepe shopping that morning, buying him jeans and shirts and 
underwear and swimming trunks. The boy was thrilled of course, and even if 
the adoption never went through, she was glad to do it. Back in the motel 
room, Pepe insisted on trying everything on once more, even each pair of 
Jockey shorts, although they were all identical. He had no 
self-consciousness about stripping completely in front of her. Gloria wished 
he would be more careful, but she didn't know how to tell him. And meantime, 
the sight of his small yet perfectly formed body was turning her on. 

If there's any sex between us, she told herself, I can never take him back 
to Leesville. It'll show, or in his innocence he'll give it away. But oh, 
God, that sweet little cock, that tiny ass.... 

Pepe had his own ideas. He'd fallen in love with the dainty blonde at first 
sight, and couldn't help but follow her just to get a look at her slim yet 
voluptuous figure, and her silver-yellow crown of braids. Of course it was a 
childish sort of love, as he never expected even to be alone with the object 
of his adoration. In fact his life hadn't taught him to expect much from 
anyone. He'd lived by his wits and his smile for as long as he could 
remember, and dimly had expected life would always be this way. His natural 
intelligence helped him pick up English from the tourists, but he could 
neither read nor write in either language. 

The boy could hardly believe it when the gringa lady took him to the 
hospital, paid the bill and even waited for him, taking him home with her to 
that paradise of sufficient food and quantities of soap and water. In this 
world, you paid for everything you got; so what was it Gloria wanted in 
return? He thought he knew, but he also shrewdly suspected that she wasn't 
herself aware of her needs. Wanting only to repay her and make her as happy 
as he was, he still realized he couldn't come right out and say so. She 
might get mad if he did, and turn him out of this room and right out of her 
life. 

There was another point that Pepe had to consider. Although he was several 
years older than Gloria thought-he wasn't really sure of his own age-he'd 
never actually fucked anyone. The mechanics of it were no mystery to him, 
there was little privacy or secrecy where he'd grown up-but knowing about a 
thing and doing it himself were not the same. 

Pepe decided the best time to try would be after lunch, or comida as he 
called it. Everyone in the world took a siesta after comida, didn't they? So 
when the time came and his luscious new mama stretched out on her bed, he 
would do his best to introduce her and himself into the exciting pleasures 
he felt they both wanted. He didn't know that gringos were not in the siesta 
habit, but luck was playing on his side. 

The strain of shopping in unfamiliar circumstances and with the language 
barrier did indeed tire Gloria. She'd meant to go somewhere nice for lunch, 
but settled on the motel as being easier. Tomorrow, she promised herself, 
she'd go to one of the glamorous places she'd read about. And when Pepe 
yawned openly over his meal, she had to admit she could use a nap herself. 

It was strange and yet somehow natural to have the boy on his cot and the 
big dog sleeping on the rug beside the bed. With the blinds closed, only the 
dimmest light penetrated to the motel room. She showered and douched, 
suddenly conscious that she'd forgotten to the night before. And my God, 
that meant her cunt was still full of canine sperm! In a way the thought 
repelled her but in another, it was curiously exciting. Thank goodness she 
wouldn't be able to conceive by the animal! 

Pepe wanted desperately to peek into the bathroom and see what it was she 
did with that rubber bag and hose and long black nozzle, but he was afraid 
to try and consoled himself with the thought that some time soon, he'd be 
right there in the bathroom with her. 

Shivering in his excitement, he lay in the narrow cot and waited for her to 
settle into her bed. He could see her silhouette coming out of the bathroom, 
and knew she was wearing that pretty filmy garment that had been hanging on 
the back of the bathroom door. She yawned and stretched, and he caught the 
tantalizing movement of the nylon nightie as it lifted with the movement of 
her arms, almost above her blonde bush. For himself, he had a hard-on that 
was bigger than he'd ever experienced before and he fingered it, knowing 
that it was wrong to touch himself but unable to keep his hands away. 

Gloria was as conscious of Pepe as he was of her, although in a different 
way. I'm going to be his mother, she told herself, and mothers are not , 
sexually attracted to their young sons. It may not have been incest in 
reality, but it was too close for comfort. She tried to remember whether 
incest meant only blood relatives, and felt sure it meant relatives by 
marriage as well, which probably included adoption too. In any case, she 
definitely was not going to lean over that cot and kiss him good night-or 
good afternoon, as it were. 

She relaxed under the thin sheet and wondered how soon she dared let Dan 
Thompson kiss her and, well, whatever else it was he might do. Her body felt 
hot and, in spite of the douche, she seemed to smell as well as feel a 
certain moisture in her crotch, a visible and odorous signal of the sex life 
her body craved. If she'd been alone with Leon, she might have let the dog 
lick her snatch into orgasm again, maybe even fuck her although that was 
wrong, it was worse than simply letting him lick her .... 

A small warm hand shoved the sheet another inch down, enough to expose her 
lovely white breasts to the cooler air of the room. Opening her eyes, she 
saw Pepe looking down at her, his glistening brown eyes full of the 
adoration that almost made her wreck the car the day before. She blinked at 
him sleepily, not bothering to pull the sheet back in place. 

"Mama," he said, "mi mamacita, I have something for you." 

She turned her head on the pillow and there, inches from her eyes, was his 
almost man-sized cock, fully erect. It was beautiful to her, startled as she 
was; beautiful because the skin was so soft and fine, because it was young 
and throbbing with desire for her, Gloria. Something inside her had begun to 
melt when she looked into his loving soft brown eyes, and the sight of his 
erect prick completed the damage. Her conscience hadn't entirely given way, 
but it was being eroded little by little. 

"Pepe, no," she said softly, "we mustn't. Don't you see, you're just a 
little boy and I'm a grown woman." 

"That don' look like little boy," he said, his pride stung. 

"No," she had to admit, "it doesn't. You're a man, Pepe, or almost a man. 
But-Pepe, I'm going to be your mother! Don't you want me to adopt you and 
take you back to the United States? Don't you want to have a mama and a 
home?" 

"Sure, I want. I love you, mama Gloria, and I want to love you all way. This 
way too ... Don't you want?" he added coaxingly. 

"Yes, but ...." she said weakly. How to explain the concept of incest to 
this uneducated child? 

"Mamas take care of their little boys," he pleaded. "My-how you say? My 
cojones hurt!" 

"Testicles," the teacher in her said automatically. "Or, I guess you'd say 
your balls. That's what people really say." 

"My balls!" He was delighted with the new word, but not so much as to forget 
his primary object. "My balls hurt for you! Don't you want make Pepe happy, 
and Mamacita happy too? I'm just a kid, but I'm not dumb. I know what to 
do!" 

"I'm sure you do." Gloria seemed to be losing the argument, especially as 
her hand couldn't help but reach out and touch that rod of glowing flesh. It 
was every bit as smooth and soft as it looked, and she could see too, or 
thought she could, that his miniature lightly -haired testicles were full 
and looked swollen. 

Pepe leaned over and kissed her, gently but with the firm purpose of a man. 
His nearness and the heat from his face made her dizzy. The room swam before 
her eyes for a moment. 

She still knew it was wrong, but she kept forgetting why. As long as he was 
so close to her, her resolves kept dissolving and quick excuses presented 
themselves. She knew how difficult it was supposed to be for a boy at this 
age-what age? she asked herself hazily. Anyhow, whatever age the child might 
really be, obviously he was as physically developed as a teenager. 

"Can't you, um, masturbate?" 

When he looked puzzled, she tried to explain. "Look, Pepe, take hold of 
your, your penis like this-" 

"That's penis?" He repeated it to himself, softly. "Penis, penis. All time, 
I think that called cock in English." 

"Yes, well, so it is. Anyhow you take it like this-" As she spoke, her 
slender fingers enclosed the boy's fat dick. "You can stroke it, pull it up 
and down like this. Doesn't that feel better?" In spite of herself, a happy 
smile was spreading across her face, almost matching the little Mexican's 
ecstatic grin. Of course she only meant to demonstrate how he could 
masturbate himself, but her fingers seem to stick to the youthful dick as if 
it were covered with glue. 

"That's so good, Mama, it feels so good!" 

"I shouldn't be doing this, but-listen, Pepe, I'm a teacher. Do you 
understand what that means? I teach in a school, little boys and girls your 
age." 

"Yes, yes, you are maestra." 

"I guess so, if that means teacher. Anyhow, I know that kids, especially 
boys, have these problems when they reach puberty. That's when-never mind 
that, I'm not going into puberty right now. Anyhow, when little boys have 
these feelings, like you have, and they're too young to, er, marry or 
whatever, this is what they do to themselves. Didn't you ever do it before?" 

Her explanation sounded all right, the only problem being that as she 
talked, she was still hanging onto his prick. Her eyes kept slipping off his 
face and down to the rosy glans penis that kept popping in and out as her 
avidly pumping hand pulled back and released the foreskin. 

"No, no!" Pepe sounded scandalized, and he was. "That's sin to do that to 
yourself, Mama. The priest say so, he all the time say boys who touch 
themselves, little girls too, they never go to heaven. Besides they get big 
sores, and then they go crazy. Like the loco in the market, the man 
everybody make fun of because he is crazy man, that's how he got crazy. 
Everybody knows that!" 

"And this isn't a sin?" 

"No, nobody ever told me this is sin. You my Mama, you do whatever you want 
to me! If I'm bad, don't mind my Mama, you whip me. And when I'm good...." 
He smiled ingratiatingly at her. "See, Pepe been good boy because Mama make 
him so happy!" 

This was more than religion, she realized, this was a culture barrier that 
couldn't be erased in a day. Besides, as long as she'd gone this far, she 
couldn't resist following through to the end. And the way Pepe began to pant 
and bob forward against her busily moving hand, the end would not be far 
off. In fact, without disturbing her milking movements, he climbed right on 
the bed beside her. 

Gloria was trying to keep herself under control but as he brushed against 
her, her other hand reached out and pulled him over so that he was 
straddling her chest. She squeezed her thighs together more tightly, trying 
to calm the heat that seemed to flow outward from her agitated, wet pussy. 
It not only itched but tingled in a way that felt like the pangs of extreme 
hunger, only it wasn't her stomach that was hungry. The saliva filled her 
mouth so that she had to keep swallowing it and licking her lips. 

With a groan she surrendered her principles and pulled the small firm body 
down over her face. The scent of him was so heady, it broke down her last 
reserves. The fat prick seemed to pop into her mouth as if it had a mind of 
its own, though she knew she was actually the one doing it. It filled her 
mouth and she sucked inward, taking more of its fullness and hardness. 

"Oh, Mama, Mama," Pepe groaned, looking down at the unbelievable sight of 
her rosy mouth around his rampant cock. His small buttocks clenched and 
drove him forward against her lovely face. He muttered to himself in Spanish 
because these new sensations were driving all his English right out of his 
head. 

Gloria didn't know what possessed her to do this, particularly when she felt 
it was almost worse than having real sexual intercourse. At least her 
husband had always spoken scornfully of "cock suckers" though she'd never 
gotten up the courage to ask him why. The very phrase itself had intrigued 
her, as had the smoothness and exciting shape of her man's penis. But 
naturally, she'd never even dared suggest touching, much less sucking, after 
hearing it spoken of with such distaste. 

But it felt so good and his juices tasted so good, little Pepe's cock was 
irresistible! "MMMMMM," she murmured around her delicious mouthful, as his 
precoital juices coated her lips and tongue. Her soft mouth closed around 
the hot hard knob and her throat sucked it inward, until she could feel the 
base of his belly close up to her face. 

The sucking motion was so thrilling, Pepe thought he was going to pass out. 
Even forgetting the pain in his injured arm, he grasped her blonde head 
mindlessly and rocked back and forth. 

"MAMA, OH, MAMA," he groaned, "CHINGAME, CHINGAME!" It wasn't exactly the 
right thing to say, but he didn't even know how to describe what was 
happening in Spanish. "LOVE ME, LOVE PEPE, OHHHH ... SUCK IT FOR ME MAMA!" 

This is really crazy! And I don't even care! She ran her tongue around the 
hot bulb, letting up the sucking pressure. With her slender fingers, she 
held the smooth wet organ so she could lick it from the base to tip, her 
tongue swirling hotly around and around. "OH, GOD, PEPE, I'VE GOT TO STOP 
THIS! THIS IS TERRIBLE, WICKED!" 

She'd never been so excited in her life before. Her round hips switched back 
and forth, her ass rubbing against the sheet while her legs flailed wildly. 

All the same, the sight of his brown innocent face screwed up into sexual 
ecstasy hit hard on her conscience. I'm the adult, sophisticated next to 
Pepe! Her teacher's sense of responsibility fought with her aching, wanting 
body. 

Afterward Gloria thought she might have been able to pull herself away, even 
though hot sexual pleasure was pouring through her glands and livening every 
inch of her body. But it was just then that something warm and firm and wet 
slipped into the trough between her legs, poking at the fat puffy cuntal 
lips and rubbing her enflamed clitoris. 

"AAARRGGHHH! OHHHHH! YOU FUCKING DOG, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" And she really 
felt for a few moments that she might die of the sheer perverse sensual 
thrill of it. Leon's tongue rasped softly along her sensitive cuntlips, so 
that her body arched and tightened in an effort to push back against them. 

At the same time she took a new hold on Pepe's hard cock, her tongue 
whipping around it in a frenzy of mutual delight. It seemed to swell, to 
grow even longer and harder inside the wet oral cavity. 

Pepe sensed the change in her and responded mindlessly, his fat prick 
jabbing deep into her throat as his young soft balls scraped over her chin. 
He had felt the weight of the dog climbing on the bed and knew what had 
happened behind him. The boy had often wondered if his dog had not been 
trained to service a human mistress. All he really knew was the dog once 
belonged to an American woman who died unexpectedly in a hotel. During the 
confusion after the death, Leon wandered out in the street and he and Pepe 
began their close friendship, as dogs and boys often do. Pepe named him 
Leon, or Lion, because of his beautiful golden-white coat and huge size. 

Nobody came looking for the animal, and the only problems his young master 
experienced, except for finding enough food, was the dog's attraction to 
girls and women. People in the market teased him about it, but they'd never 
made trouble for him. 

His new Mama's new frenzy was too much for Pepe. Her hot lips and tongue, 
plus the smells and sounds and feel of her thrashing body, pushed him over 
the line. 

"MAAAMMAAAA," he yelled as his overloaded balls began to shoot off directly 
into her throat. 

Gloria knew what was happening and dimly felt she should pull away now, but 
to her enormous surprise, the taste of his sperm was delicious! She 
swallowed achingly, helping the spasming prick to jet out every burning 
drop. How could such a little guy have so much creamy pungent jism in his 
balls? The milky stream seemed to go on and on and she took it all, slurping 
noisily as if getting the last drop of an ice cream soda through a straw. 

This was the doubly, or triply forbidden act, so how come she was enjoying 
it so much! She was not only being a cocksucker, and swallowing the results 
of it. She was sucking the cock of a young boy, almost her son. And at the 
same time, she was indulging her bestial instincts by allowing the dog Leon 
to lick her off! 

Her own cum was mild compared to Pepe's, but the slow ripples that swept 
over her were relaxing and made her feel good all over. When the young boy's 
cock was drained at last, she let it slip over her sperm-stained lips 
reluctantly, and couldn't help but smile at the glazed ecstatic look on his 
face. 

Pepe slid his warm weight off her but put his head on her breast, feeling 
the utmost contentment with his new mother. She was so beautiful and so 
sensual! Shyly he cupped one rosy tit in his small hard hand and when she 
didn't object, he began to lick the full roundness with his hot tongue. 

Gloria tingled all over. Rather than pushing the dog away, she opened her 
creamy thighs to give him full access to her still quivering cunt. His rough 
tongue dragged at the plump pink labia in a way that spread them wider and 
wider. 

"Oh, Pepe," she said and sighed, "this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing 
things like that but-I don't know. I can't help myself!" 

The boy sucked a tit into his mouth instead of answering. He put a hand into 
her golden muff, shoving the dog's snout out of the way. He couldn't see 
anything wrong with what was happening, except that he was still determined 
to try fucking. The past few minutes had been the most beautiful in his life 
and he didn't intend that the exciting sexuality should stop. 

For the first time in his life he was actually handling female genitals, 
finding out for himself that the very touch of them could make his breath 
come quicker and his boyish cock begin to stir and swell. Leon whined and 
tried to regain his position, but Pepe was determined. 

"Oh, Mama, Mama! I want to fuck you!" Pepe felt very brave saying it, but 
his young heart was totally entranced by her blonde loveliness and by what 
she'd already done to him. 

"Oh, yes, YESSS!" All of Gloria's scruples melted like snow in summer. 
Getting well and truly fucked was exactly the one thing she needed, she'd 
known it all along. 

Besides, Pepe was so young and adorable that she wanted to show him 
everything she knew about sex. The teacher in her was thrilled with the 
chance to teach, to take charge, to demonstrate. It was obvious that he knew 
something about sex, but not a whole lot, and not from personal experience. 
That was all right with Gloria. She would help him learn, just as she helped 
the children in her fourth-grade class. And she knew you couldn't simply 
tell a child facts, you had to let them find out for themselves what those 
facts meant. And that's what she'd do with Pepe, guide him while he made his 
own discoveries. What could be nicer! 

Pepe stroked her hot slit in an awkward way, his fingers exploring every 
inch of the wetly glistening flesh. She was already excited and when he 
fumbled against her clit-hood, he could sense the reaction in her. 

"That's it, Pepe, stroke there, alongside my clit. Ooooohhhh, that's nice." 
She squirmed happily as the little organ swelled under his gentle touch. 
"Ohhhh, Pepe, I've got to have you!" 

The boy was unsure of himself-not of his manhood and capabilities, but of 
his techniques. He had a fine hard-on already, it was poking into her smooth 
hip. He looked down at his cock and decided he would have to get it in her 
cunt the best way he could. He clambered between her open legs and squatted 
on his heels. His cock was there, she was there, but how to get the two 
together? 

She watched him with loving eyes, and then reached down between her own legs 
to hold his hard-on. "Here we go," she crooned, rubbing it up and down her 
hairy slit. The boy moved forward on his knees, his eyes following every 
move. He saw the red shininess of her inner flesh and felt it against the 
sensitive nerves of his prick. 

Her cunt was gaping, its fat lips puffed outward, and slick with her juices. 
Pepe felt his hard instrument slide in and it was as if her flesh closed on 
him, making just enough room and not too much. Now he pushed her hands away; 
instinct would tell him what to do from here on! 

"OH, PEPE, DO IT! DO IT! FUCK MEEEE!" She Was so excited that her hips 
bobbed in small, uncontrollable movements, and her hands clenched the sheet. 

He stroked back and forth, awkwardly at first but then finding a rhythm that 
suited him. Drawing his dick in and out of her smooth hot pussy was 
completely different, he discovered, from having her suck him off. Just the 
knowledge that his cock was actually inside her body, as if he were a part 
of her, seemed incredible to him. 

Gloria began to move with him, picking up his rhythm and the young boy 
discovered that this deepened his pleasure. All the time he stroked his 
prick in and out of her cunt, he watched her shapely body writhe on the 
rumpled sheets, and watched his own fat dick appear and disappear in fast 
hard pounding. 

She was greedy for pleasure as if to make up for all the lonely dry years, 
and when she felt her orgasm coming on she encouraged it, clenching her 
inner muscles and driving hard against him. Her clit brushed against the 
base of his belly with every stroke, receiving almost more stimulation than 
it could handle. 

"Pepe, Pepe, I'm cumming," she panted. "OH, KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP NOW 
... ARRRGGEEHHH! OOOOOHH!" She thrashed her abandoned body as the pent-up 
tension broke and rippled through her. When it eased a bit, she discovered 
her hands were on his brown hips, keeping the boy in his rhythm while she 
subsided from her cum. 

Awed and fascinated, Pepe watched while the tension built up in his own 
loins. He remembered how the dog had fucked her and his boyish pride told 
him he had to do even better than Leon. He let his body fall forward on her 
and immediately felt the warmth of her legs wrapping around him. He was 
almost as tall as she and it was not great strain to reach her face and her 
mouth, to kiss her as he'd never yet done. Her mouth opened under his like a 
flower and her tongue shot out, to explore his warm oral cavity. Pepe was 
dizzy under the accumulated sensations, and his belly felt as if it would 
melt away entirely. 

"MAMA, MAMA, MAMA," he kept whimpering into her open mouth. As if in a dream 
he felt the sensation of fullness and drawing up in his balls and knew this 
time he'd cum in her pussy, expending his masculine sperm into the 
receptacle nature designed for it. 

Gloria was ready too and surprised at the strength of her repeated orgasm. 
She lost control of her arms and legs and flopped wildly on the bed, not 
even knowing what she was saying or doing. "YES, YES, YESSSS! HERE I CUM, 
BABY, I'M CUMMINNNGGG! FUCK ME, YOU SWEET BABY, FUCK ME!" 

Then as it broke her words no longer made sense and she groaned wildly and 
wordlessly. "UGGGHH ... ARRGHHH ... OHHHHH!" 

The boy's thick hot sticky sperm jetted into her, bathing every tiny fold 
and crevice in her cunt and sending warmth out from the very center of her 
being. 

"PEPE CUMS TOO ... OH, MAMA, PEPE CUMS TOO!" 

The boy's buttocks twitched, his heart pounded and his mouth went dry as a 
desert. It felt as if a big hand had taken him up and first shaken, then 
squeezed him, and kept on squeezing until every bit of juice in his body was 
forced out and into her. The violence of it rattled his teeth together and 
for a few minutes he didn't think he could stand such total ecstasy. But 
gradually his pulse rate dropped, his clenched muscles relaxed and the 
thump-thump of his heart in his thin chest slowed back to normal. He rolled 
off her and fell asleep almost instantly, with the total relaxation of the 
child he was. 

Gloria sighed and let her sweat-slick body fall into a more comfortable 
position. She felt totally unwound, relaxed, filled with a golden glow of 
satisfaction. She waited for her conscience to return and plague her with 
all the things she'd just done wrong, but somehow it didn't happen. Her body 
was too well and thoroughly satisfied. Later, perhaps, after siesta, she'd 
give herself a bad time for what she'd been doing. At the moment it was 
impossible to feel anything but good and fulfilled and happy. 

Raising herself on one elbow, she looked down at the boy sprawled beside 
her. His smooth skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, and a little smile 
played around his lips. Whatever his dreams, they must be pleasant ones. 

"You're mine," Gloria whispered to herself. "And I'll never let you go ... 
never! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Gloria's guess had been right. Dan's niece Sara was jealous and with what 
the girl thought was good reason. She lived for these summer vacations with 
her uncle and cousins, not only because her home life was restricted and 
dull but because she'd always had a crush on her cousin Mike. On top of 
that, this year for the first time she looked on her uncle as an attractive 
man rather than a useful and nice relative. 

The fourteen-year-old spent a lot of time daydreaming about romance, and 
both father and son played large parts in these daydreams. There wasn't any 
room in them for pretty blonde widows. While Gloria thought of herself as 
prim and uninteresting, to the girl she was beautiful, sophisticated and 
sexy. 

Given these circumstances, plus the fact that Sara studied Spanish in high 
school, it was unfortunate that she was the only one home when Ramon came to 
the motel that evening. 

Dan took Gloria to dinner again. Mike and Amy went sightseeing with Pepe and 
naturally expected Sara to join them, but she said she had a headache and 
would eat at the motel. 

Coming back to her room, she saw Ramon knocking on Gloria's door. "Mrs. 
Stanton isn't here," she said in Spanish. "What is it you want with her?" 

Ramon was dressed in sports shirt, slacks and sandals, and looked not only 
cleaner but less sinister than before. He threw his hands out in the 
universal Mexican shrug. "To talk a few minutes, that is all. To see if I 
can show her around the city, and also maybe I can help her with the boy 
Pepe." 

Sara unlocked the sitting room door. "Come in," she said. "None of us 
understand why you have interest in Pepe and in Gloria." 

Ramon laughed and said, "She is a very beautiful woman, your friend Gloria. 
When I first see her I think she is alone, only with strangers. 

Why shouldn't I try to get acquainted?" 

"Oh." Sara sat down, a little deflated. She thought she'd uncover whatever 
plot there was, and Uncle Dan would be pleased with her. "You offered to 
help Pepe just to get to know her." 

"Yes, and to get the boy out of the way," he said. "I am a poor man, you 
see. When I see I have a chance to please a wealthy friend, and to maybe 
make a few pesos, well-" he shrugged again. 

Sara was impressed by his honesty, but confused again. 

"I don't understand," she said. "What friend? How were you going to make 
money?" 

"I will tell you all. I have a friend who is big politician, very important 
man...." 

While they were plotting, Gloria had a few plots of her own going. She 
thought she knew what she wanted: Pepe. But by herself, she hadn't a chance 
of managing to adopt him with her limited time and money. Dan Thompson was 
obviously influential in Mexico and could help her if anyone could. She'd 
made up her mind to do whatever was necessary to give her that help, 
including using her body if that was what Dan wanted. As a manipulator of 
people, she was as inept as young Sara, but she didn't know that, never 
having tried it before. 

"You're a beautiful woman, Gloria," Dan said, raising his cocktail glass to 
her. He'd brought her to a restaurant called Tekare, on the top floor of a 
downtown office building. From their window table, they could see the lights 
of the beautiful city spread out below them. 

"But you've gone out with lots of beautiful women," she teased, "and you're 
going to see lots more." 

"Maybe, maybe not." Dan thought he was beginning to fall in love and it 
surprised as well as pleased him. True, he'd had his share of lovely girls 
and women, but there was something very appealing about Gloria. She didn't 
seem to realize the effect of her voluptuous body, and the combination of 
innocence and sexiness intrigued him. "My kids are great, but I miss having 
a wife, a woman of my own." 

"Be careful what you say, or I might take you up on it!" 

"I'm beginning to hope you will," he answered honestly. 

"But we hardly know each other. Oh, Dan, I don't know how to say it, but my 
marriage wasn't a very happy one. I suppose we'd have gone on with it, we 
never discussed divorce, and if he hadn't had that auto accident, we'd still 
be married. But since I have another chance-that sounds cruel, doesn't it? 
But it's the truth ... Anyhow, what I'm trying to say is that I don't want 
to make the same mistake twice." 

"And what mistake was that?" 

"Discovering that-it's difficult to say it. Although with one more 
margarita, I'll be telling you all my secrets! Anyhow, when Joe and I got 
married, I was a virgin. I didn't know a thing about sex. And as things 
turned out, I didn't like that part of our marriage. He was-don't make me 
say it, Dan." 

"I suspect that your husband wasn't a very good lover." 

She looked down at her glass, and took another sip. "Yes, that's right. He 
was a good man, but he didn't know much more than I did. Or not enough more. 
I never got any thrill out of it, it was just an animal act that left me 
frustrated. I know there has to be more to it than that ...." 

"Gloria, baby, I hope you don't go around saying these things to just any 
man! You're so vulnerable, someone will take advantage of you!" 

"I'm tougher than I look," she answered, wondering if that were true. 
"Anyhow, here comes our dinner. Let's talk about it later." 

The shrimp with garlic sauce were delicious. Hoping she'd interested Dan 
without committing herself, she talked about the food and the view while 
they ate, finally getting around to what was really on her mind. 

"Did you talk with that lawyer today, the one you said might help me with 
Pepe?" 

"Yes, I'm sorry, I forgot all about it. He thinks he can swing an adoption 
for you in the usual Mexican way: mordida. That means, you're buying it-in 
effect, buying the boy. But I told him you couldn't afford much and I think 
he'll hold it down, because he doesn't want to lose my business." Dan 
paused, and added, "I hope that doesn't bother you, morally, I mean. Because 
the adoption will be legal, which is all that is important." 

The words lit up in her head like a neon sign: BUYING THE BOY! But that was 
exactly what she wanted, she realized, to own him! She wasn't proud of 
herself, but there was no getting around it, she wanted him all for herself 
and all to herself. But she mustn't let Dan know it! 

"That's all right, as long as it's legal," she said. "How much would it 
cost, did he say?" 

"I think around a thousand pesos. That's eighty dollars American. Is it too 
much?" 

"No." She thought of her savings, and of the money from Joe's insurance. 
She'd lived meagerly and saved, and now she was glad. 

They stayed on for dancing, and Gloria found that having Dan hold her close 
on the dance floor aroused her dormant sexuality. But he wasn't the one she 
wanted! He'd want to make love to her, and she intended to let him, but only 
as a means to an end. 

Back at the motel they found all the rooms dark; either the youngsters were 
still out, or gone to bed. They didn't check but went to Dan's room for a 
nightcap. 

What she'd said about her husband had aroused Dan's pride in himself as a 
man and a lover, and he intended to prove himself to her. He knew that a 
clever woman might have said it for that reason, but Gloria did not seem 
devious. In any case, he wanted her badly, and he also wanted to please her. 

They sat on the bed and he put his arm around her. "Darling, darling," Dan 
whispered as his hand explored the tender curves of her waist. "I think I'm 
falling in love with you." 

"I don't know...." 

"Put that drink down and let me kiss you." His arms went around her and 
while they kissed, his hands moved up and down her back, and under her arms, 
lingering at the soft swell of her breasts. He was delighted to find that 
her mouth was only half closed, and his tongue slid into it. 

Gloria realized with surprise that she was as turned on as she had been with 
Pepe, that her tits were growing hard and her pussy soft. She closed her 
eyes and let him pull her back onto the bed. As if in a dream, she felt him 
pull the zipper of her dress and slip it off her shoulders. He stopped long 
enough to kiss and caress her shoulder and then unhooked her bra and pulled 
it off. 

The cool night air teased her nipples and sent a little stab of pleasure 
through her. She wanted to remind herself that she was doing this for a 
purpose, but her thoughts gave way to hot eagerness and she thrust her body 
close to his with a gasp. His mouth was warm and firm, his hard and 
insistent tongue drove between her parted lips, and she gave herself up to 
the complete lust of the moment. 

His body tensed convulsively and he pulled her tightly to him, crushing her 
against his chest. She wanted him, oh, how she wanted him! She opened her 
eyes and with trembling fingers helped him unbutton his shirt so her flesh 
could make closer contact with his. They rolled on the bed in an agony of 
delight, unable to let go of each other long enough to take off the rest of 
their clothes. 

"You're beautiful all over," Dan said softly as he pushed her dress down to 
the bulge of her ass. "Beautiful breasts, and beautiful hips." 

His words gave her fresh courage and she let him lift her until she was 
standing beside the bed and he could work the dress down and off her feet. 
Her half slip came next, and in a moment she was there with nothing on but 
her white nylon panties stretching across her smooth belly and the prominent 
bulge of her muff. 

"Jesus, baby," he said wetly, and she knew it was at the sight of her almost 
naked body, and at the quick rise of her nipples, because his hands closed 
on her tits immediately, gently manipulating each rosy bud. 

She gasped and slumped against him because the excitement was almost more 
than she could bear. 

His hands dropped to her waist and slowly rolled the slick nylon down her 
hips and the bulge of her ass. It clung for a second to the warmth and 
wetness between her legs, and he gently freed it, licking his lips as he 
sensed her moistness and caught the odor of her thick lubricating juices. 

She swayed there and then dropped to the bed, her eyes fixed on the tented 
bulge in his shorts. When he pulled them down she gasped, seeing the size of 
his cock. It looked huge as a club, its head dark red and shiny. The blood 
pounded in her ears and she felt dizzy at the thought of that enormous 
erection going inside her delicate cunt. 

She didn't have to worry. Dan had made up his mind to make love to her and 
arouse her so thoroughly that when he fucked her, she would be not only 
ready but avid. His strong hands moved her on the bed and swung her around 
so that her round ass was just on the edge of the bed. He supported her 
calves with his arms, and kept her comfortably poised. Even Dan, experienced 
as he was, gasped out loud when her cuntlips pooched out from the position 
in which he held her. He could see the reddened convolutions of her inner 
lips under the thick muff of hair, like intricately designed pink petals. 

Kneeling between her thighs, he pushed his face up into that moist warm 
valley. Juices gushed thickly out of her as his tongue began to lap, and he 
scooped them into his mouth while still burrowing into her. 

She felt him part her ass cheeks with his fingers and then his tongue swept 
under and licked the whole cleft from sensitive asshole to her clitoris. 

"Oooohhhh," she moaned as electricity stabbed through her. 

He raised his head for a moment. "You like that, honey? Did anyone ever go 
down on you before?" 

"Oh, nooooo!" But somebody soon would, she thought. This was something new 
for Pepe to do, and she would teach him how. 

He went back to her pussy and found the tiny mound of her clitoris, letting 
his mouth close around it while he sucked gently. He could tell by the way 
her hips writhed and by her whimpering cries that he was pleasing her. 

"You don't really like it," he teased her, stopping again. 

"Pul-leassse," she begged. "Do it to me, lover, suck me off!" 

It meant a lot to Dan to know he was the first man who'd ever given her a 
blowjob, and to hear her begging for more capped the climax. Holding her 
petal-like cuntlips wider, he swept the length of her slit with his tongue. 
At the same time his hands crept into the crack of her ass and cupped her 
creamy buttocks, while the thumbs pressed against the rosebud of her anus. 

"Aaaahhh!" She jumped as if a bolt of electricity were shooting through her. 

Smiling in satisfaction, he pressed harder until the tip of one thumb broke 
through the tight ring of constricting muscle. 

"OHHHHH! AARRGGHHH!" Her whole body pressed down against the thumb and she 
switched her hips nervously back and forth on the bed. This was something 
she had never anticipated, but it excited her enormously. 

"Oooh, that's wonderful," she panted. "Please don't stop, I love it!" 

Dan was amazed that she could respond so openly and without pretense. It 
made him love her more than ever. He wriggled his thumb deeper into the 
tight opening and at the same time his ardent tongue beat a wild tattoo on 
her clitoris. 

She felt herself approaching a pitch of carnal delight she'd never believed 
existed. As she gasped and moaned heatedly, her wet cunt bobbed against his 
face. All thoughts of Pepe, of the dog Leon, of her plan to "use" Dan, had 
long ago fled her mind. Nothing else in the world existed at that moment 
except Dan and his wicked hands and tongue. Her vagina tightened against his 
face and her clit quivered as she came blindingly, screaming her ecstasy. 

Dan continued his anal penetration and clit-sucking until it seemed to him 
that she'd derived all the pleasure her first blowjob had to offer. When her 
moaning quieted, he raised his head and let her thighs slide off his back. 
He surged forward atop her. 

"Dan ... Dan ... that was so wonderful," she moaned, turning her head from 
side to side. Her eyes were still closed, her rosy lips moistly parted. 

He caught her lips with his and let her taste the secretions of her own 
pussy. His testicles were drawn up tight and aching to release their hot 
load. He weaved his hips until the tip of his prick became caught in her 
pooched-open vagina. As soon as a shallow penetration was established, he 
eased his hips down and forward and his long cock slid fully into her. 

"Oooooh," she cried, suddenly realizing that her cunt had taken all of his 
dick painlessly, slickly. 

"Are you happy?" 

"Yes! Yes!" 

"Want me to stop?" 

"No, don't you dare!" 

"Want me to fuck you?" 

"Oooohhh, YES! FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK MEEEE!" Already her hips were moving 
anxiously. 

Exultant, the man jammed his hot cock deeper into her clutching cunt, 
briskly stroking it in and out. Its thick head and shaft stretched her 
delicate membranes, providing a delicious sense of fullness and an intense 
friction that quickly brought her intimate nerve ends to a deeper state of 
excitation. 

She clamped her legs over Dan's back and fucked him mindlessly, grabbing his 
bare shoulders and holding him snugly against her vibrating breasts. 
Delicious sensations exploded within her, culminating in a magnificent burst 
that warmed her from head to toe and set her cunt to throbbing madly. 

Her snug organ tightened around him spastically again and again, and Dan 
felt his climax coming on. His face twisted with the marvelous release of 
spending in her as his cock pumped its thick cream deep in her belly. 

"OOOHHHH! I'M CUMMINGGG, HELP ME, I'M CUMMINGGG!" 

"Jeezusss, baby," he muttered wetly, "you're the best fuck I've ever had. Do 
you mind my saying that?" He pulled her sweat-slick body closer. Love welled 
up in his heart as he thought she'd probably never experienced such total 
mind-shattering orgasms before. 

"No, I don't mind," she said. "How could I mind anything, after what we just 
did? Dan, I don't know how to tell you how tremendous it was." 

Hazily Gloria remembered that she wasn't really there for her own pleasure, 
but to convince Dan that he should help her with her adoption. It was 
difficult to think at all, with her body still smoldering as it was. But 
tomorrow he'd take her to see the lawyer, and then everything would be all 
right. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Please, Pepe, listen to me," she said, pleading, sliding her hand over his 
satiny brown shoulder, trying to get him to turn and look at her. 

"I listen enough last night, outside the door." He kept his sulky face 
turned away from her. "I hear you making noises, you and that Dan. I know 
what's going on. You don' really love me." 

"If you'd just sit up and listen!" 

Pepe had seemed asleep when she dragged her satiated body back to the room. 
It hadn't occurred to her that the boy would be jealous. 

"Mike and Sara think you're gonna marry him. Then you won't want Pepe around 
any more." 

"Damn it, you've got it all wrong." The truth was, she had trouble putting 
conviction in her voice. Dan had charmed her and satisfied her body so 
completely, she did hate to give him up. Why couldn't she have both? But she 
knew it was impossible and, looking in those brown Mexican eyes, there 
wasn't really a choice to make. Pepe would be hers, all hers. 

"He's taking me to a lawyer this afternoon, in order to begin adoption. Do 
you understand what that means, honey? I'll be your mother really, legally." 

He looked up finally, and nodded, his face brightening. 

"Well, then, that's why I, uh, let him make love to me. If he didn't help me 
I'd never be able to adopt you. I can't even speak the language, for 
heaven's sake!" 

"How long it take, this adoption?" 

She leaned down and kissed his firm young lips. "Not long, Pepe. And when 
it's over, we won't ever see Dan or the kids again. I've been thinking...." 

The boy's thin arms snaked around her neck. "You only love Pepe, verdad? An' 
we be together forever and forever?" 

She laughed and hugged him to her. "Forever and ever." Her tits under the 
thin nightie swelled at the touch of his warm flesh, and her loins began to 
ache. Nothing really mattered to her except this boy, and she had to face 
that fact. 

"Pepe, maybe we'll live here, in Mexico, for a while." 

"Okay with me, Mama, long as we're together. And got plenty of baths and hot 
water!" 

She laughed. "You and your hot water! Okay, let's go take a bath right now!" 

She wanted to show him how to suck her off, but thought it would be wiser to 
wait a while. He might figure out where she'd learned it and be jealous 
again. Gloria was surprised at her love for the little boy, and how it 
controlled her thoughts and actions, but she couldn't deny the truth of it. 

Even such a simple thing as taking a bath was a thrill, when they did it 
together. He lathered her from neck to toes, not neglecting her tits and her 
hairy mound. The boy was fascinated with every detail of her body and ran 
his fingers along the fat cuntlips, marveling at the way they responded to 
his touch. 

When she lathered him in turn, she ran her fingers down the tight crack of 
his ass, thinking that there was a new erogenous zone to show him. 

And with his slim prick, no doubt he could fuck her in the ass as well! 

But right at that moment, Pepe had other ideas. 

"Lie down here on the nice soft rug," he coaxed, as they got out of the tub. 
"Kiss Pepe's cock, make him all nice and hard." 

The bath mat wasn't all that soft, but Gloria was so aroused, she couldn't 
wait to get dried off and into the bed. Her cunt itched with need and her 
lubricating juices oozed and stained her newly sudsed muff. 

Leaning against the tub, she took his fat young cock in her hands and 
stroked it. She liked to look at it as much as he liked seeing her cunt. She 
vaguely remembered reading somewhere that a boy's testicles didn't descend, 
or grow, until he was in adolescence-normally around fourteen. So perhaps 
Pepe was older than she realized. On the other hand it might be his Latin 
blood which caused him to develop at an earlier age. In any case there they 
were, two delightful roundnesses in their lightly -haired scrotum. She 
squeezed them gently and hoped their owner was no more than nine or ten; 
because the younger he was, the longer he'd be all hers! 

"Suck my prick, Mama! It feels so good!" 

She lay back and he climbed over her on his knees, straddling her creamy 
throat. His cock swelled and hardened in her hands, and she licked it 
lovingly, poking her tongue against the tiny hole and sucking up the few 
drops of precoital moisture that oozed from it. 

"You're such a darling," she mumbled. "Love your cock, honey!" 

The dog Leon had been napping by the bed while they splashed in the tub, but 
his keen nose caught the sexual scents in the air, and he padded into the 
bathroom. Seeing Gloria lying on the floor with her legs sprawled, his 
always-eager cock began to slide out of its sheath. Gloria giggled when the 
dog nosed into the ragged pink flanges of her cunt. 

"Good dog! You're just what I needed, Leon!" She sucked more avidly, taking 
as much of the boy's hardening prick as possible into her warm mouth. 

Not even the normally keen-eared dog heard the motel room door open, so 
absorbed were they in their lascivious pleasures. 

And Sara normally would have knocked on the door, waited for an answer, and 
gone away. 

As it happened, the teenager was lost in thought. When she tried the door 
and the handle turned, she walked in. She had a decision to make and it 
wasn't easy. 

The story Ramon told her the night before sounded plausible at the time, but 
now she was not so sure. She didn't mind playing a trick on Gloria, 
particularly after hearing at breakfast that Uncle Dan might marry the 
blonde widow. That news fed her jealousy to the point that she didn't care 
whether Ramon was lying or not. If something bad happened to Gloria, it 
served her right! 

On the other hand, if her "trick" turned out badly, what would Uncle Dan 
have to say? She wasn't sure she could face his anger if she'd somehow 
injured the woman he loved. 

Still undecided, she stood in the bedroom until suddenly the sounds 
penetrated her consciousness. What in the world is going on? she wondered, 
and tiptoed to the bathroom door. 

Barely into adolescence and sexually inexperienced as she was, it took a 
moment for the girl to believe her eyes or understand what they saw. It 
looked for a minute as if both the boy and his dog were attacking Gloria, 
whose white body sprawled across the floor. But if they were she was loving 
it, to judge by the ecstatic smile on her face.... 

She's sucking Pepe's THING! What a nasty thing to do ... and she's licking 
it too, and rolling it in her hands! He's got a hard-on, jeez, that little 
boy! Oh, no, I don't believe it, people don't do things like that! But she's 
doing it, she's loving it ... and look at the way he's bobbing up and down 
in her mouth as if he were ... I don't know how to say it! 

The forbidden word popped up in her mind: FUCKING! HE'S FUCKING INTO HER 
MOUTH! 

But what was Leon doing, snuffling and whining there between the woman's 
legs? Sara edged back and peeked through the crack in the door where she had 
a better view of Gloria's lower body. Oh, jeezuss, the dog's licking her 
cunny! And she's got her legs spread wide open to let him! 

She couldn't help but notice the dog's ruby-red organ trailing down between 
his legs. The dog had a hard-on too and that was almost too much for the 
girl. She leaned back against the wall and the room swam before her eyes. 
She thought she knew something about sex; after all, people were doing 
things in the movies that made it almost too explicit. She and her girl 
friends had talked about sex, and shared a book that explained it. But this 
was altogether beyond any of her childish ideas. It was obscene and nasty, 
but still .... 

Her breath came pantingly and she was finding it hard to control the rapid 
beating of her heart. Her own cunny felt as wet as Gloria's must be with the 
dog's rough tongue lapping at it. Her legs ached and then she realized she 
was pressing them together, pushing one thigh tightly against the other. 

Disgusting as it all was, she had to take another look. And this time it was 
even worse. Pepe had moved until he was right on top of Gloria's face, his 
little tan ass bobbing busily as he rammed his dick up and down into that 
lewd mouth. The big dog straddled her body, she had her arms flung around 
his hairy back and.... 

It's impossible, but that big dog is fucking her ... fucking her ... fucking 
.... 

The itching and burning sensations between her own legs were almost 
unbearable. Without taking her eyes from the crack in the door, she pulled 
up the hem of her short tennis dress. Her fingers pushed under the band of 
her panties into her steamy slot, ploughing through the few curly hairs, 
finding her aching clit. 

That helped, in fact it felt awfully good. Her pert round ass moved back and 
forward in small circles as she watched, bug-eyed. The longer she stared the 
less obscene it looked to her, and her mind tried to imagine what it would 
be like to be fucked by a dog, or to suck a man's cock, or to do both at 
once. 

Hard as she tried to keep quiet, she couldn't help let a few whimpering 
cries escape. But the people in the orgiastic scene would never have heard a 
bomb go off, what with their own groans and whines and mutterings. Pepe's 
body suddenly convulsed and Sara could actually see the jism spurting from 
his handsome hard cock, stringily white and shot with jet force. 

The creamy column of Gloria's throat moved visibly. My, God, she's 
swallowing that stuff, swallowing it all and licking her lips ... I wonder 
what it tastes like! 

Just stroking her clit suddenly wasn't enough. Sara pulled her panties down 
around her slender thighs and poked a finger up her little sex-hole. Copying 
the movements of Pepe and the dog, she bounced up and down, fucking her own 
fingers like a jumping jack. She could feel the barrier there, the hymen, 
and she all but jammed a fingernail right through it in her excitement. 

Pepe sat on the edge of the tub, still stroking his limp penis, and watched 
Leon's frantic movements. He knew his new Mama would need him soon to keep 
Leon relaxed until the hard knot on his cock subsided enough to slip out of 
her cunt. Otherwise, he could get frantic and rip her to pieces. 

Her mouth freed, Gloria began at once to croon to the dog. "Come on, you 
fucker, slam it to me, that's right, DO IT HARD! You fucking beast you, make 
me cum one more time! Come on, come on, doggies like pussies, don't they? 
FUCK ME HARDER ... OHHHHH! ARRRGGHH!" 

To Sara, it didn't seem as if the words were needed. Leon was thrusting his 
cock in and out with desperate haste. Once he pulled all the way out so the 
entire glistening red organ was visible, and then he frantically poked at 
the hairy slit trying to find entrance. Pepe quickly knelt down and guided 
the cock into its snug receptacle, caressing the wet prick and the hard knot 
at its base as he did so. The dog's haunches shoved powerfully back and 
forth, the plumy tail waving. It seemed to the watching teenager that it 
should be painful for Gloria, but the luscious blonde moved her hips and 
muttered happily, returning stroke for stroke. 

Sara's legs felt wet and when she looked down. 

There was a trace of blood trickling down her thighs. It wasn't her 
menstrual time and she knew instantly what had happened. In her little 
dancing finger-fucking, she'd broken her own hymen. She had no pain, just a 
strange feeling inside her cunny, a momentary soreness. She couldn't help 
wishing it had broken in some other way, by a boy's hand or cock or ... yes 
... even a dog's. 

She looked back into the bathroom and saw with shock that they were through, 
the dog's long slick penis sliding out with Pepe's careful help. For the 
first time she really noticed the big knob on it and understood why dogs 
sometimes got hung up together. 

But Leon wasn't stuck in Gloria's cunt this time, and any minute now the dog 
at least, and probably Gloria too, would be coming out of the bathroom! 

Sara tiptoed cautiously backward to the door, thinking she would say she'd 
just entered, if she got caught. But her hand found the knob and she was 
safely outside before even Leon knew they'd had an eavesdropper. 

It was a thoughtful girl who went back to the room she shared with Amy. So 
much had happened to her emotionally in such a few minutes, she was glad her 
cousin was gone and she was alone to think it through. How did this affect 
her feelings toward Gloria? One thing's for sure, Uncle Dan has no idea what 
he's getting into with that woman! But if I were to tell him now, he would 
think I was being spiteful, he wouldn't believe me! On the other hand, if 
Gloria goes to meet Ramon's friend and falls for him, Uncle Dan'll be free 
again ... he's only forty and I'm old for my age.... 

"Oh, Gloria," she said a few minutes later, "Uncle Dan asked me to give you 
a message. He wants you to meet him at the lawyer's office as soon as you 
can. Here's the address, I wrote it down." She handed over the slip of paper 
and added, "Pepe, why don't you and your dog come to my room for a while? 
Amy's gone shopping again and I'm lonely. I'm sure we can, uh, find 
something to do." 

"Okay," he said. "You want Leon to wait outside? He won't go 'way." 

"Oh, no, no, bring him along. I've always liked dogs." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ramon, who called himself a lawyer, was really nothing more than a hanger-on 
and pimp for his wealthy friend Luis Pendejo. 

Luis, overweight and pockmarked as he was, had found it remarkably easy to 
entrap and rape single women tourists. Very few of them complained, but that 
was due to the clever way he chose his victims. They had to be single, 
because husbands could cause too much trouble. And much as he admired 
luscious young cunt, he stayed away from it. Virgins took things too 
seriously. A woman who'd been married was more apt to realize that she 
really hadn't lost anything, and to accept the realities of the situation. 
Oh, they wept and threatened him with everything from the American consul to 
the local police, but in the end they usually left town in a hurry rather 
than undergo the humiliation of making a complaint. Finding the police 
station, describing the crime in a foreign language-these practical 
difficulties also protected Luis. As long as he was careful not to injure 
his victims, he got away with it. 

The few who did complain did not get very far. For one thing, Luis had both 
money and influence. Then, the police usually shared the common assumption, 
that is common to Latin countries, that a woman who traveled alone deserved 
what she got. 

Gloria seemed to Ramon the perfect rape victim. She was blonde, voluptuous, 
and in every way desirable. She wore a wedding ring, so was no virgin. And 
she seemed to be completely alone. When he had no luck striking up a 
friendship, he continued to hang around the motel hoping for some kind of 
opportunity. He'd already pointed her out to Luis and knew that the fat man 
would pay well for the woman. 

Luck and Sara's jealousy played right into his hands. He could hardly 
remember the story he'd fed her, as her Spanish was so bad and his English 
hardly better. Anyhow, it was more or less the truth; that a wealthy Mexican 
wanted to meet Gloria but didn't know how to go about it. 

"She will like him," he lied. "He is very handsome, very charming." 

After Sara delivered the false. message, Gloria dressed hastily but 
carefully. Thinking she was going to meet the lawyer who would draw up the 
adoption papers, she wanted to look nice but respectable. She found the 
address with no difficulty, the top floor of an office building. She had no 
way of knowing, of course, that Luis owned the building and kept an 
apartment there. 

The man who met her in the foyer was fat and unattractive, but at that point 
she still thought he was Dan's lawyer. When he waved her into the next room, 
she was surprised to find it a lavishly furnished living room. But that was 
nothing to the surprise she had a few moments later when the shifty-eyed 
Ramon entered behind her and locked the door. 

"What are you doing here? Where's Dan?" 

Ramon smiled gloatingly. "I want you to meet my friend Luis. This is his 
apartment." 

Instinctively she knew something was wrong, but how could that be? Hadn't 
Dan himself sent her here? 

"You'd better unlock that door," she said, trying to sound calm. "Dan 
Thompson will be here any minute and then-" 

"No, he won't." Luis spoke for the first time. "This is a little surprise 
for you, see? Little surprise party that my friend Ramon arrange." His eyes 
swept over her from head to foot, taking in every detail of her slender yet 
full figure, and their lascivious message was unmistakable. Gloria began to 
shiver. 

She tried to think what to do but panic set in. Running to the door, she 
rattled the knob and pounded on the heavy wood. "Let me out of here!" 

Luis grabbed her from behind and spun her around. "You can't get out until I 
let you out. Better be nice now and not fight it. If you're good to Luis, 
he'll be good to you." 

"W-what do you mean?" she quavered. 

He grinned evilly. "Can't you guess? We have a little party, you and I, and 
then I'll give you a nice present, and then you can go home." 

"Party?" 

He was beginning to be tired of this stupid gringa and the whole 
conversation. His balls ached and he wanted to get on with it. "I'm gonna 
have me a piece of your white ass, lady. I'm gonna fuck you till you're 
crawling on your knees. Then maybe, if Ramon behaves himself, I'll let him 
tear off a little piece. This is what's gonna happen so you might as well 
face it. Get your cunt in the bedroom and start getting undressed." 

Ramon watched with glistening eyes. He guessed that Gloria was too spirited 
to give in meekly. He liked it better when they fought back, as some did, 
although surprisingly many gringas acted as if they'd been waiting all their 
lives to get raped. 

Angry tears stood in her eyes but she refused to be cowed. Instead she drew 
back her arm and swung hard, her hand landing with a thump across the fat 
man's face. 

"Why you-" His meaty hands grabbed and shook her, so her whole body jiggled 
and swayed. "You little bitch, you're gonna be sorry!" 

She was scared but still game. Watching her chance, she bent her head and 
sank her teeth into his hand. 

"Owwww! I'm gonna kill you!" With his full strength he clipped her across 
the back of her head, before she had time to duck. 

The force of the blow sent her stumbling across the room. She went to her 
knees and swayed there a moment, then collapsed on the floor. Her ears rang 
and her vision blurred, and she was close to passing out for a moment. When 
she came to, she discovered that the big man could move swiftly. He had her 
arms pulled up behind her and was waiting, panting, while Ramon scurried for 
a rope. 

"Hurry up, you idiot," Luis growled. "Bring the sash from my robe, that's 
good enough." Seconds later he had her hands tied firmly behind her, and was 
hauling her to her feet. "Little wildcat! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" 

He sank into a chair and pulled her across his knees, upside down. She 
struggled vainly against his strength, knowing it was useless but unable to 
quit. 

The gross man took her flaring red skirt by the hem and flipped it up, 
taking the white slip along with it. Because of the formality of the 
occasion, as Gloria had supposed, she wore stockings and garter belt as well 
as panties. He ripped the shoes and hose away brutally, leaving the garters 
dangling. She felt his hand on the round contours under the sheer nylon 
panties, and knew the shadowy crack between her round ass cheeks showed 
plainly. 

She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Mingled with her anger and 
humiliation was sheer surprise at the unknown and unexpected. 

He held her easily with one arm across the small of her back, while with a 
resounding slap he brought his other hand down smartly across her buttocks. 
They quivered wildly in the flimsy nylon panties. The sudden pain jolted her 
so she let out a scream of anguish. "OWWWWW! HELP, PLEASE HELP MEEE!" 

Luis laughed and spanked her again, harder. The saliva ran over his jiggling 
jowls as he looked at her exposed and helpless rear. "Nobody's gonna help 
you," he said and grinned: 

"Wait ... till ... I get out ... of here," she sobbed. 

Ramon leaned forward in his chair, enjoying the stinging blows that Luis 
rained on her. What a beautiful ass it was to spank! "Take her panties off, 
Luis," he begged. 

The loathsome Mexican paused and put a heavy finger under the waistband of 
the nylon briefs. With a ripping sound he tore them off her butt and down 
her legs. "Here, Ramon," he said, tossing them, " a little souvenir for 
you." 

The pimp grabbed them eagerly and put them to his face. "Ummmm, smells 
good!" His cock was hard already, and he could hardly wait to see what 
happened next. 

Gloria felt the cooler air on her reddened ass cheeks, and thought she'd 
reached the ultimate in humiliation. Still dizzy from the heavy blow, 
smarting from the spanking, she couldn't restrain her tears any longer. She 
dreaded to think what would happen next. 

The gross rapist set her on her feet and she swayed there, the tears running 
down her cheeks, hands tied firmly, her dress still hiked up in the rear. 

"Ramon, you take her dress off carefully. We gotta send her home looking all 
in one piece. Then bring her in the bathroom." 

Gloria didn't resist when he slid the zipper open, and not even when he 
released her hands briefly to pull off the dress. The fight was gone out of 
her for the moment. The oily Ramon unhooked her bra and removed it too, 
grinning as he cupped one creamy breast and tweaked the rosy nipple. "That 
feel good, huh? You like that?" 

He tweaked again harder, as if he'd pinch the tit right off and she let out 
a little moan of pain. He looked at her reproachfully and said, "Shut up, 
puta. You get Ramon in trouble." 

Evidently he feared the fat man, because he left her tits alone and finished 
re-tying her hands. She stood totally naked except for the garter belt, its 
satin garters dangling with bits of nylon stocking still hanging from them. 
Gloria had never felt so utterly alone and desolate in her life. 

Ramon unhooked the belt and dropped it, and gave her a shove in the small of 
her back. "That way, puta." 

Luis was lying in the center of an enormous bed and the sight of him brought 
back panic to replace her numbness. She tried desperately to think what she 
could do or say that would persuade him to let her go. He looked like an 
evil buddha, spread out with his head cushioned on his arms and his fat 
belly jiggling. From his hairy loins sprang an erect phallus, so long and 
thick that it made her pussy tremble. In spite of her degrading position, 
bare-ass naked and hands tied behind, she had a last faint hope of reaching 
his intelligence. He spoke reasonably good colloquial English, which should 
be a help. 

"Listen, Luis," she pleaded, "if you let me go now I promise, I'll never 
tell anyone. I'll try to forget this ever happened. But if you don't, you're 
going to be in big trouble!" 

Luis chuckled, his belly heaving. "Yeah, you tell policia on me, all right? 
Then I tell how you fuck with dog, maybe fuck with poor little Mexican 
orphan boy. What you think policia say then?" 

She stared at him, her jaw sagging. How could he possibly know? And in fact 
he didn't, it had been a lucky guess that her shocked reaction confirmed. 
Ramon had seen the dog many times in the market, sniffing up women's skirts; 
it was one of the jokes of the place that any woman who couldn't get a man 
could borrow Pepe's dog. He began to laugh as she sagged back, laughed so 
hard the whole bed shook. 

"You see her, Ramon? You were right! She's gonna give me plenty of head, and 
a nice fuck, and anything else I think of. And there'll be plenty left for 
you. And she ain't never gonna tell nobody nothing!" 

Gloria's mind was in a turmoil. How had she ever gotten into such a mess? 
They didn't have any proof, true, but her conscience was so painful that she 
could never stand being questioned. 

Oh, God, what more do I have to go through to get my precious Pepe? ... All 
right, if I have to have sex with these toads, I will. But I'll get even 
some day, some way! 

With another shove from Ramon she found she was on the bed, her creamy tits 
jiggling, her legs sprawled wide. It was amazing how helpless she felt with 
her hands tied behind her, as helpless as a child to defend herself. Her 
body was tense and rigid, she tried not to flinch away but her very flesh 
recoiled from the meaty hand that reached between her thighs. He thrust them 
apart and cupped her whole vaginal area in his hand, his fingertips sliding 
into the crack of her ass. 

"Let's see what she's got here that's so different," he jeered. "You got a 
diamond-studded cunt, maybe? Too good for Luis?" 

She cringed away and her resistance sparked his lust. He shoved his hand 
farther up into her still dry pussy, his fingers raking the hair-fringed 
slit. 

She could see his hard cock emerging from the folds of his belly, and the 
size of the club-like instrument frightened her all over again. The scene 
seemed unreal, but the truth of her situation was rapidly coming clear. 

"Come on, bitch," he growled, his fingers scrabbling in her unlubricated 
cunt. "Luis is a man, not a dog to lick you and make you juicy." 

He swung his massive body onto hers and his thick cudgel pushed against her 
soft belly. He took it in his hands and forced the hot tip a bare inch 
between her dry cuntlips. Before her body could react he jammed his dick 
into her farther, painfully shoving the massive organ into her dry and 
unready womb. 

"ARRRGGHHH! DONNNN'TT!" she screamed. 

Luis lunged heavily in and out and it felt as if he were sandpapering her 
most delicate tissues. The pain was almost unbearable. But he stopped in 
seconds and she stared up at him wide-eyed, not realizing right away that 
the excitement of forcing her made him go off like a bomb. She heard his 
heart pound heavily and then had not only the physical distress of his heavy 
body on hers, but the indignity of lying there while his thick sperm shot 
into her and bathed her pussy with its slick heat. 

She had a moment of hope. Was that all? If she could fuck Ramon as easily, 
then.... 

But she wasn't going to be that lucky. 

When he eased off her limp body, she begged him to remove the sash that tied 
her wrist behind her. "Please, it's killing me." She shifted on the bed in 
an effort to ease her tortured arms. "I won't fight, honest." 

"Sure, why not?" Having shot his wad off once, Luis was in a better frame of 
mind. He believed the blonde's spirit was broken in any case, so he untied 
the knot and let her stretch and rub her arms. "Now let's see you give a 
little head, baby," he said lazily. "Get on down there and make Daddy's dick 
hard again." 

Gloria was revolted all over again. Sucking Pepe's cock had been a pleasure, 
and she couldn't do it too often. And being fucked by this brute hadn't been 
bad, even though she hated to admit it. After all, she'd only to lie still 
and take it. But putting his ugly penis in her mouth-oh, no! It would make 
her throw up. 

When she didn't move, Luis thought he detected defiance again. He rolled 
toward her and his hands came around her big breasts. "Don't you give me any 
shit, baby. Any cheap whore that'll fuck a dog is just barely good enough to 
lick Luis Pendejo's ass-and you're gonna do that too, before we're through. 
Get me?" His strong fingers pulled on her tits as if he were trying to break 
them loose from her body. 

"Please! Pul-lease," she begged, writhing and whimpering. 

"You need a good lesson and I'm just the man to give it to you," the cruel 
Mexican said. "Now hump your ass farther down in the bed." 

She moved where he shoved her and held her breath while he worked his big 
body up on top of her, straddling her at the waist. Her eyes widened in fear 
as his dong flopped against the slim column of her neck. Why didn't I get 
down there and suck him off? If he fucks into my mouth he'll kill me for 
sure! 

"What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully. 

"You'll see!" He laughed derisively at the open terror in her blue eyes, and 
shifted forward so that his ass was almost in her face. 

She could feel the scratchy hair on his testicles scrubbing her lips as he 
lowered his heavy body. The wrinkled sac of his balls pushed against her 
mouth and she opened it, afraid to displease him any more. "Suck it, baby," 
he ordered and she took the odorous ugly bag against her tongue. He ground 
down against her and she was madly tempted to bite on the sensitive 
tissue-but fear kept her compliant. His heavy thighs lay against her 
nostrils and she could hardly breathe, especially as humiliated tears choked 
her throat. 

Gloria sensed the wildness that was coursing through the Mexican's gross 
body, and knew she had better be very, very careful. If his temper was 
aroused, anything could happen. She tried to stifle her tears, and even held 
herself rigid when he inched forward so his pockmarked ass cheeks were 
directly over her face. 

"Lick it! Now!" He pressed downward, spreading his ass wide against her 
face. His heavy testicles lay on her cheeks while his repugnant asshole 
nearly rammed itself on her nose. 

Her tongue went out slowly, toward the foul-smelling anus, although she'd 
almost rather die than do it. But his hands were yanking on her disheveled 
mop of hair, his total weight was poised barely above her and she knew she 
had no choice. She licked the area on either side of the wrinkled brown hole 
and tried to hold back the vomit that rose in her throat. 

He groaned and shifted again, letting her off from that degradation. She 
hadn't caught her breath yet when she found the swollen obscenely-dripping 
head of his penis on her cheeks, her eyelids, every inch of her contorted 
face. He stroked it up and down, and it looked huge to her frightened eyes. 

She cried and writhed, and tried to keep from sniffing his aroma. But 
gradually the acrid scent of sperm caught her nostrils and had its effect. 
Clear moisture oozed out of its tip, and to her surprise it didn't smell 
much differently than Pepe's. 

"You like that, don't you?" he said and grinned. "You're a cunt, just like 
all cunts. You wanna suck it, don't you!" 

She nodded, yes, to placate him but she wasn't sure it was all fakery. Her 
mouth salivated fiercely as she tasted the slick cock-tip. 

"Then say it!" 

"Y-yes...." 

"Say it! And then I'll give you what you want!" 

"I want ... to suck ... your ... cock!" 

He laughed gleefully and jammed his big prick forward, forcing her jaws wide 
open and lodging almost his entire huge rubbery glans in her mouth. 

"Aaaa-gggg-hhhh," Gloria mumbled, her eyes wild as she tried to twist away 
and disgorge the obscenely huge organ, but she couldn't do it. 

The man rose on his haunches and loomed over her, with his prick sticking 
downward in her mouth. He didn't try to give her too much of it, or to 
stroke it yet, but simply to enjoy the sight of her rosy lips ovaled around 
it. Her mouth was stretched so wide she couldn't have bit him if she'd 
wanted to. All she could do was clamp her teeth and lips around this smooth 
shaft and try to keep from gagging. 

Soon, she was sighing with pleasure and squirming her curvaceous body on the 
bed in sexual discomfort. Her taste buds and olfactory nerves were rampant 
with excitement. The taste and smell of virile masculinity filled her mind 
totally and in spite of herself, she was aroused. 

He moved his hips slightly, causing the shaft to twist and move forward and 
back in very short strokes. The friction excited the nerves in her lips and 
her giddiness increased even more. She felt herself growing moist and warm 
between her thighs. 

In her first independent movement, she began to suck his cock. Her lips 
tightened rhythmically around the shaft, and she began to move her tongue 
also. 

Luis closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the rapture, the 
psychological and physical thrill of making this proud white girl give him a 
blowjob. 

Once Gloria was started, she didn't want to stop. A mad compulsion gripped 
her as she continued licking and sucking. Her mouth seemed to expand like a 
cunt, taking in more and more of the length below the glans. The taste and 
aroma of the Mexican's prick, along with the magnificent sensations of 
having her mouth stuffed and her lips stretched around his sliding shaft, 
gave her so much pleasure it drove the fear right out of her mind. 

God help me, I must be losing my mind! she thought as she ran her wet tongue 
round and round the bulbous head. I'm more depraved than he is! But I can't 
help it, I love it! Love to suck! Love to suck his dirty Mexican dong! 

He pulled his dick out for a moment and looked gloating down at her glassy 
eyes and loose lips. "You want Luis to shoot off in your mouth?" he said 
slyly. 

"OOHHH, YESSS! GIVE IT TO ME, YOU DIRTY PINCHY BASTARD! SHOOT IT, SQUIRT 
IT!" Her mouth lolled open as she tried to reach his rampant cock, that he 
held tantalizingly away. "CUM IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW!" 

And cum he did, jamming his cock deep in her throat and squirting the floods 
of white pungent jism over her teeth and tongue and down into her 
desperately working throat. She swallowed every drop of the hot torrent, 
moaning and writhing while her busily working lips sucked for more. Her own 
cum raged through her at the same time. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Ramon was ready to explode. He'd jerked off twice already, while his friend 
and patron wrestled with Gloria on the big bed. He knew he shouldn't push 
his luck. He generally didn't get to stay and watch Luis with the broads, he 
simply delivered them. But this time Luis had promised him a piece of Gloria 
and he didn't think he could wait much longer. 

He eyed the pair on the bed jealously. Gloria lay half asleep, her head 
pillowed on the man's big chest, her body bent at an enticing angle. Her 
creamy thighs were stained with dried semen. She may not have wanted this 
afternoon's sexual romp, but he hadn't heard many protests once she got into 
it. 

Her mass of golden hair had long ago burst from the tight braids, the prim 
coronet, and lay in a tangled mass on her shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered 
as she dozed, and her slow breathing told him she was satiated and content. 

Luis too was slipping deeper into sleep, his chest rising and falling and 
the layers of fat on his stomach trembling. He snored, once and then again. 
Ramon couldn't stand it any longer. 

His pants were already gaping open, and he took them off along with the rest 
of his clothes. Approaching Gloria's side of the bed, he eased his weight on 
it without waking Luis. 

She felt him slide in behind her and blinked drowsily, unable to complain. 
She remembered that the fat man had promised to let Roman "tear off a little 
piece" and supposed herself as helpless to prevent it as she had been to 
resist Luis himself. Besides, there was no more fight left in her. 

Ramon plastered his body against her back, his arms around her and a hand 
cupping each big tit. The feel of her was so thrilling that he trembled 
inside and had to wait until his heart slowed from racing speed. It had been 
a long afternoon for him, and while he enjoyed the role of voyeur, pressure 
had been building inside him through every tantalizing moment of it. Unlike 
Gloria, he was not at all sure the fat man meant to keep his promise, 
particularly after he'd enjoyed the luscious blonde so thoroughly. 

His thick cock lay in the crack of her ass and he twisted his body until it 
pointed upward at her hairy relaxed slit. Hunching forward, he slid it in 
without difficulty. Her pink cuntlips puffed outward, loosely accepting the 
intruder. 

Tired as she was, Gloria did feel a pang when she realized the hard prick 
inside her belonged to the despised Ramon. She remembered meeting him-such a 
short time ago-and thinking what a low specimen he was, with his stained 
suit and cracked leather shoes, and his cringing, fawning manner. She and 
the teenagers made fun of him. And now here he was, plunging his penis deep 
inside her womb! How low had she gotten her own self, not to make the 
slightest protest about it? 

She felt a faint relief when he pulled out, wondering what had changed his 
mind. But the relief turned to alarm, seconds later, because he had that hot 
prickhead poised at her butthole, already painfully pushing against the 
tight ring of muscle. 

"No!" she said sharply. "No, Ramon, not that!" 

Luis snored on, blubbering in his sleep, his breath whistling in and out. 

Ramon's hands gripped her hips tightly. All he'd been doing was gathering 
lubrication from the mingled semen and pussy juice in her womb. He pushed 
harder at the resistant opening, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, 
his cock a red and angry weapon that glistened as it bored inward. 

"Cut it out!" She wriggled forward but was stopped by the bulk of the 
sleeping man. His inexorable rampant cock followed its target, pushing 
harder against her impossibly tiny, virginal anus as his hands bit into her 
hips. "Damn you, Ramon, quit it!" 

"Shut your mouth," he said brutally, holding her steady against his renewed 
assault. 

"God, don't, it hurts already ... OWWW! IT HURTS! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" The 
elastic outer rim let go with a popping noise, and the tip of the big glans 
slid inside. Would Luis help me if I woke him, or would he laugh? I can't 
stand this, he's going to rip me apart! 

The pain was terrible but she felt utterly helpless to do anything about it. 
Every move she made only served to impale her more on the punishing penis. 
It was boring deeper and deeper inside the narrow opening, no matter how she 
cringed away. The huge bloated organ surged relentlessly ahead. 

In reality, as she discovered moments later, her healthy tissues expanded to 
an unbelievable degree to accommodate the hard intruder. If he had not moved 
slowly and carefully, she might well have been ripped and bleeding. But the 
Mexican shoved persistently but slowly and his fat cock was no more cramped 
than by a tight or virginal pussy. 

Gloria remembered as if in a dream that she'd wanted Pepe to cornhole her 
... because his young penis was still small enough to fit. But this, this 
was something else. Not only perverse, but sadistic! She felt as if this 
were to be her punishment for even thinking such thoughts, and maybe it 
served her right. She panted and whimpered while the pale moons of her 
buttocks trembled around the violating prick. 

Ramon hunched forward again and his cock settled deeper inside her. It felt 
so fantastically good to have his neglected cock buried deep in her rectum! 
And he not only meant to get his rocks off in her but to revenge himself for 
all her slights and insults. Earlier it seemed like enough retaliation 
simply to deliver her to the brutal rapist, but the blonde had gotten to him 
more than he thought. Panting heavily, he lay against her warm buttocks and 
waited for the quivering inside him to subside. 

"Oooohhhh," she moaned, her face contorted from the terrible pain. "God, why 
are you doing this to me?" 

The swarthy Mexican smiled. "Go ahead and cry," he invited her. "I like to 
hear it." 

"You sadistic bastard!" But Gloria found the pain was letting up a bit, that 
her nerves were relaxing enough that the buggering almost felt good. Not 
quite, but, well ... almost. She wriggled her ass in an experimental way, 
and to her amazement it hardly hurt at all. 

They lay there clamped as closely together as two human beings could get, 
his belly on her back, his thighs against her plump ass cheeks. It was as if 
they were two parts of one organism, and when he moved she moved too. His 
fat cock twitched inside her violated anus and her inner muscles twitched 
back. 

Ashamed as she was, she couldn't deny the lascivious thrill that shot 
through her in place of the mind-numbing pain. Her backside tingled and 
little ripples spread out from her bowels, queerly disturbing ripples that 
surprised her. She despised herself for it but discovered she was actually 
shoving backward against his cock, taking more and more of its thickness 
down her nether opening. 

The frantic movements on the bed next to him finally woke Luis. His first 
reaction, seeing what Ramon was doing to the pretty white girl, was anger. 
Ramon had a hell of a nerve! 

Then he saw Gloria's contorted face, and the way she shoved back at the 
punishing prick. A smile crept over his face. So she liked it, did she? His 
fleshy weapon began to twitch. Damn, this was turning out better than he'd 
expected. He moved his big body carefully, switching around so his pendulous 
belly rubbed against her tits. His meaty hands pulled her thighs apart and 
he lowered his face into her crotch, sniffing noisily as the rich mixed 
scents poured into his nostrils. 

Gloria opened her eyes and saw his swelling cock lying just below her chin, 
while her nose was once again pressed in the crack of his ass. Almost out of 
her head with lewd excitement, she poked her tongue against his puckered 
asshole. The skin of his buttocks was rough and sweaty, not smooth and soft 
like Pepe's. All the same she had to take a lick at it, out of sheer 
perverse sexuality. 

His face pressed harder on her hairy slit, and his hot rough tongue stroked 
its length. She moaned out loud and let the force of Ramon's cornholing 
shove her back and forth, battering her face against the Mexican asshole. 

Luis chuckled to himself, knowing he'd made his prediction come true-she 
licked his ass all right! But his cock was fully hard and he twitched his 
massive body until it lay along the American's rosy stained lips. 

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, feeling the hot meat poking at her mouth. 

The warm goo ran from her seething pussy and bathed the fat man's face as he 
stabbed his tongue again and again into her gaping pussy hole. It was all so 
fantastically great! She felt as if she was on fire and the only way to put 
it out was to go all the way! Her lips opened and sucked in his huge dick 
and then the flame became a fire storm, almost devouring her with its 
intensity. Luis rammed his burgeoning prick in and out of her eager mouth, 
while Ramon slammed his into her asshole. She could hardly move, hardly 
breathe! 

The two pricks jabbed out their staccato throbs, while she exploded in a 
series of muscular flurries. The hot jism bathed her wet-slick anus and 
poured frothing into her mouth, while she swallowed happily. 

Although Gloria had lost all count of time, and besides had no expectation 
of being rescued, many things were happening in the world outside her 
penthouse bedroom. Dan was searching for her with fire in his eye and murder 
in his heart. 

"I'll take care of you later," he said grimly to his sobbing niece. "And you 
too." He turned to glare at Pepe. "You'd both better be right here when I 
get back. If anything's happened to Gloria-" 

He moved quickly, once he'd shaken the address from Sara. Impatiently 
leaning on the horn, fuming at the always difficult Guadalajara traffic, he 
drove down town like a wild man. The elevator seemed to creep along, and he 
beat his fist futilely against its walls. 

The foyer door was unlocked. Everything was quiet and peaceful but no one 
answered his knock at the inner door. Dan beat harder on the thick wooden 
slab, then drew back and paused to consider. Could Sara have gotten the 
address wrong? Tearful and excited as she was, it was perfectly possible. 
He'd feel like a fool breaking into somebody's office. 

Remembering, he grinned ruefully. He'd returned to the motel looking for 
Gloria, because of the lawyer's appointment. But instead of his girl friend, 
he'd found Sara, Pepe and the dog. 

That little devil! Fourteen years old! Her skinny little body with its hard 
high tits and barely -haired pussy, humping the dog and giving Pepe a 
blowjob at the same time! It was all I could do to keep from throwing that 
greaser kid and his dog over the balcony ... and grabbing myself a piece of 
that sweet young ass! 

As it was, it took fifteen minutes of hysterics before he even thought to 
ask about Gloria. And another fifteen, while Sara stumbled on accusing the 
older woman of every sort of perversion, before she finally admitted the 
trick she played. 

Dan was used to making decisions, but this was a tough one to handle. Should 
he try to kick the door down, or find the janitor and bribe him to open it? 

Three rooms away, Gloria thought the hammering noise was the pounding of 
someone's heart. The fat Luis, his lust aroused anew, insisted on bungholing 
her himself. Relaxed after the last round, Gloria found it easy to let his 
swollen prick shove into her backside. Ramon didn't want to be left out 
either, and claimed her slick wet cunt for his cock. She was sandwiched 
between them but this way was better, as she was free to move, to ride 
wildly on Ramon's cock, to wiggle her ass violently back against the hairy 
belly of the other Mexican, to indulge herself in every lewd frantic 
movement she wanted. The flame inside her burned brighter than ever and she 
mewed like a kitten as her seething pussy exploded in a long drawn-out 
series of orgasms. 

"Ooohhhh! AWWWWW!" she moaned, as both her vagina and her rectum gripped the 
two organs in shock after shock. 

Neither man could resist that compelling vibration, and almost 
simultaneously the two shot their loads into her two clutching orifices. The 
feel of the hot sperm shooting into her set her off again until she thought 
she'd vibrate herself to pieces. The voluptuous white body was wracked with 
ripple after ripple. 

It was Ramon, with his hard-won instinct for danger, who first noticed and 
understood the racket in the outside hall. He raised his head warily, and 
then pulled away, letting his limp prick slide loosely out of its warm nest. 

"Ayyy! There's someone at the door!" 

Still naked, his thighs and belly dripping the mingled sex juices, he 
tiptoed to the foyer door and opened a peephole hidden in the ornate 
carving. What he saw made him turn white with shock. 

Seconds later, he was hissing at his patron and the Americana. "It's 
Thompson, trying to break the door down! What'll we do!" 

Gloria's first thought was love and gratitude because Dan had come to rescue 
her, and she leaped off the bed to run to the door. Almost instantly she 
stopped, poised on one foot. What would Dan say or do? How could she explain 
all this to him? Her double guilt rose and choked in her throat. If Luis and 
Ramon had to defend themselves, they'd surely betray her secrets. Not only 
her relationship with Pepe and the dog, but her acceptance and pleasure in 
their dual ravishment. 

God, I could never face him again! Besides, he won't help me adopt Pepe if 
he finds out! Still another guilt rose in her as she realized she hadn't 
even thought of her darling boy in hours. No, no, Dan must never find out! 

"I've got to get out of here!" 

"Si, si, calm yourself. There's another entrance. 

Ramon will show you while I talk to the gringo." 

Frantically Gloria hurried into her slip and dress and shoes-all the 
clothing she had left intact. The two men dressed as rapidly and hid the 
bits of feminine clothing that were scattered around. 

"Come on, this way," Ramon whispered, taking her hand. As he softly closed 
the kitchen door behind them, she heard Luis's smooth unctuous voice 
greeting Dan. 

"He'll keep him talking a while," Ramon said. "Plenty of time to get down 
the stairs and into a taxi." 

When she paid the taxi off at the motel entrance, thankful that she'd had 
the wits to grab her purse, she looked around apprehensively. No one was in 
sight, and she hurried up to her own room. 

Safely behind the locked door, she relaxed with a sigh. She'd made it! She 
slumped against the wall for a moment to slow her panicked heart, and then 
headed for the bathroom. It suddenly became the most important thing in the 
world, to strip off her soiled, wrinkled clothing-what there was of it-and 
sink into a cleansing tub of soapy hot water, to wash away not only the 
betraying stains but her weary guilt. 

She was already soaking in the deep tub when the room door opened with a 
key. Pepe and Sara walked into the bathroom and looked down at her with 
serious faces. 

"Wow, Gloria," Sara said, "have we ever got a lot to tell you!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

In the tumult of events, Gloria had forgotten to wonder how it was that Sara 
sent her to the wrong address. She lay back in the tub and listened, eyes 
closed, picturing it all. 

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you and Pepe," Sara said, "but once I did, I 
got so hot. I don't know how to tell you. And since I was already so jealous 
of you and Uncle Dan....." 

Gloria nodded. She could understand. 

"It was a terrible thing to do and I hope you'll forgive me. But what 
happened? Did you meet Ramon's friend?" 

The older woman grinned briefly. "Yes, but never mind that. How did Dan find 
out?" 

"I got what I deserved, I guess," Sara said miserably. "Dan walked in on me 
just as I walked in on you." 

Gloria was puzzled. "Walked in on what?" 

"I took Pepe with Leon to my room, remember? After watching you have so much 
fun with them, I just had to try it too...." 

She went on to describe the scene, and it was all too vivid to Gloria.... 

The slim young girl closed the bedroom door and leaned against it, her mop 
of red hair flaming. "Pepe," she said. 

The boy turned and looked at her, sensing something different in her voice. 
"Yes, Sara," he answered politely, but alert as a terrier. 

The girl gulped. "Listen, Pepe, I saw you with Gloria. In the bathroom. You 
know what I mean?" 

"Nooooo!" 

"Yes, you do! But don't worry, I'm not going to tell." She gulped, finding 
it hard to continue but driven by the burning itch in her young pink-petaled 
pussy. "I won't tell but-Pepe! Will you do it to me, too? Will you show me 
how to fuck, and ... and, all those other things? Will you?" 

A slow grin spread over his face. "Sure I will, Sara." 

They stood looking at each other, and afterward neither of them was sure how 
they got over to the bed, but somehow they were sitting on it, arms around 
each other, their faces pressed close in a hot Frenching kiss. Sara seemed 
to know instinctively to keep her mouth open so his slim hard tongue could 
probe its warm cavity. An avalanche of feelings swept over the girl, twice 
as intense as she'd expected in her wildest dreams. She could feel her hot 
pink cunt pop open wide with heat and desire, and knew the triumph of 
feeling like a real woman. I'm going to get fucked for the first time ever! 
Pepe's going to stick his thing in there and, and fuck me, fuck me like a 
grown woman! Ooohhhhh.... 

He put his hand between her thighs and discovered with surprised pleasure 
she wore nothing under her dress, not panties at least. He hadn't been sure 
till that moment that she'd really go through with it, but now he knew. She 
was hot, wet, slick, and he didn't have to force his way past the outer lips 
because her sweet warm cunt opened for him like a flower, dripping its thick 
honey over his searching fingers. It was different than Gloria's, he 
discovered, but alike at the same time. He'd have to figure that out later. 
With a quick movement he flipped her back onto the bed, and spread her 
thighs farther apart. 

Neither of them wanted more kisses, at least not at the moment. Sara was 
already so hot, and ready to learn, to experience. Pepe had a hard-on in 
.seconds, and quickly stepped out of his slacks and shorts. 

It wasn't easy getting his cock into her but in a way, easier than either of 
them had thought. Her masturbation in Gloria's room had brought such a flow 
of female cum that the round head of his cock was greased by it at once. He 
shoved it in and felt it close around his organ like a warm and loving hand, 
and instantly more thick moisture oozed out to ease his way it. He was 
surprised and pleased at the tightness of her virginal pussy, and gasped out 
his pleasure. 

"You're so pretty, so pretty ... muy linda, chulita ... Hold still, I want 
to see all of you." Without disengaging his cock, he unbuttoned the front of 
her minidress and with her avid cooperation, slid it over her head and arms. 
As he'd expected, she wore nothing else under it and her slender body with 
its small hard tits was completely exposed. 

"Mmmmm," he buzzed, looking with love and pleasure at her small half-rounds 
of breasts, taut rib cage, womanly swelling of belly down to the few fine 
hairs curling around her groin. He was still wearing his shirt and he wanted 
desperately to press himself against the compelling warmth of her body. 
Carefully keeping his tumescent organ full bore into her tight pussy, he 
stripped off the shirt. Both of them smiled their pleasure when he put his 
tan, smooth-skinned chest against her white flesh. Her nipples swelled 
against him as he planted small hot kisses on her throat, her breasts, her 
navel, her closed eyelids and smooth forehead. 

His slight body wasn't much bigger than her own, she discovered, but it was 
different! She said to herself, He's inside me, he's part of me, our bodies 
are joined together and it's heavenly. This is what it's all about, this is 
really living! 

Sara panted and moaned, wanting to scream out her ecstasy over the churning 
of her guts, but she couldn't find the words to tell him how much she loved 
having his big cock inside her, how he was filling her itchy, needy vaginal 
tunnel with incredible sensitive thrills. She could feel the jar of the 
swelling cockhead so deep inside, and every inch of the hard column of flesh 
filled her so completely, she thought she'd die from sheer pleasure. 

"Ohhhh, Pepe," was all she could say. 

He hunched his cock forward and back, and what had seemed the ultimate in 
electric excitement faded before the thrill of her first genuine fuck. She 
wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, she'd been lying there passively 
waiting for him, but without conscious thought her hips made a quick series 
of movements. She was not only getting fucked, she was fucking him back! She 
looked into his handsome brown face, and exulted as he smiled his approval. 
She was doing all right; she was being a woman, a true female! A wave of 
triumphant joy swept over her, so intense that her eyes filled with tears. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Do it some more, Pepe, fuck me, please fuck me!" 

He was as excited as she over the thought of taking her maidenhood, and 
there was no question in his mind that this was what he was doing. At first 
he'd wondered; not quite believing that she could be pure and still ask so 
boldly for what she wanted. But the surprise showed as plainly on her face 
as the lewd pleasure. What would Gloria say about this? But there was no 
need for her to know, he reasoned. It was to Sara's benefit to keep quiet as 
much as it was to his. Anyhow, hadn't Gloria done the same thing with Sara's 
uncle? It served her right! And with this righteous thought, he fucked his 
dick into her more strongly, rewarded not only by his own bodily thrills but 
by her little cries and mewlings. 

When he kissed her again she put her tongue in his mouth, and made it as 
hard and demanding as his had been. Saliva flowed from both young mouths and 
rolled over their faces and down their throats. A thin film of sweat sprang 
out on the laboring bodies, as he held her shoulders and pumped his slick 
dick in and out with increasing vigor. Her juices ran from her opening and 
closing pussy with each outward motion, oozing over the base of his belly 
and down the crack of her ass, to tickle her with a pleasant irritation. 

She was lucky, as she found out later. Gloria told her that not many girls 
cum with first intercourse, but Sara did. It wasn't that she tried to, 
because she didn't even know enough to try. But one moment she was 
delightedly moving up and down on his smooth shaft, and the next, seemingly 
with no transition, her body took charge of her actions. She weaved up and 
down, in and out, her cunt's resilient young muscles squeezing at his cock. 
Her strength increased enormously, it was as if something inside herself was 
pushing to get out and nothing could slow or stop its force. 

Pepe surged forward and back, mindlessly lost in this warmth of girl-flesh, 
shouting hoarsely with happiness. His spurts of semen and intensely 
throbbing prick were the whole world, at that moment. His manly tool stayed 
hard enough to keep its place inside her even after his cum, and he felt 
every tiny ripple of hers even with the warm bath that flowed between them. 

They clung together and kissed, and sighed, and rubbed their sweat-wet 
bodies against each other. Sara felt a sweeping pride and joy, so 
overwhelming that tears filled her eyes. Throwing her slender white arms 
around his brown body, hugging him to her, she said, "Oh, Pepe, that was 
wonnnderful!" 

The boy grinned at her. "You like, huh?" 

"Oh, yessss!" Reluctantly she felt his prick slip out of its warm wet nest. 
"Oh, but, Pepe!" She sat up, excited by her thoughts. "Listen, I'm going to 
suck you too, okay? And the dog ... can you make him fuck me, too?" 

"I don' need to make him," Pepe smiled again. "Leon, he just loves to fuck! 
Look at him now!" 

Shyly but with open curiosity, she glanced at the big dog. He stood there, 
tail wagging, and sure enough! He had a hard-on, red and shiny, that almost 
touched the floor. Sara thought her heart would beat right out of her 
girlish chest at the sight. Looking back at the boy, she gurgled with 
pleasure. His dear little cock was growing hard again! She took it in her 
hands and examined it, rolling the foreskin back gently between her fingers, 
amazed at the fat perfection of the organ. 

Pepe had his own curiosity. Somehow he'd never completely examined Gloria's 
twat, somehow they were always too busy doing things with it and to it for a 
close inspection. He remembered how different this young vagina had felt on 
his cock. Pulling her knees apart, he stroked the plump pink outer lips open 
and stared, fascinated, at the red raggedy shiny convolutions hidden inside. 
He found the tiny swelling of her clit and stroked it lovingly, and felt her 
quick movement. 

"You're pretty all over," he said. "Not much hair yet, but you don' need it, 
you're so pretty." 

Sara shivered with pleasure. "Listen, Pepe, if I don't suck it right, if I 
don't give you a good blowjob ... you'll tell me, won't you? So I do it 
right?" 

"Sure I will," he promised. It made him feel good to think he knew more 
about anything at all, when he was just an uneducated Mexican boy, a 
shoeshine boy. He could hardly believe all this was happening to him, and 
feared it was a dream from which he might wake at any moment and find 
himself sleeping under a stall in the market, wrapped in a torn serape. He 
thought of Gloria, his new Mama, and a pang of conscience hit him. She was 
the one who'd saved him from that terrible poverty, and how was he repaying 
her? Deep inside he knew she wouldn't like this, not at all. 

"Sara," he faltered, "maybe we shouldn't ... I don't think Mama would like 
it." 

"Mama? Oh, you mean Gloria. Well, don't worry," she said with confidence. 
"We're not going to tell her about it, that's all. And she'll be gone all 
afternoon ... at the lawyer's." Her conscience didn't even give her a little 
twinge because she'd almost come to believe her lies. Besides, her hot 
little cunt wasn't nearly satisfied. The picture of Gloria and Pepe and Leon 
was engraved on her mind and she knew nothing could stop her until she'd 
experienced exactly the same thing. 

"Come on, Pepe," she coaxed, her hand running up and down his brown arm. "We 
can't quit now...." 

Well, she was white just like Gloria, and what could a poor Mexican boy do 
but obey? Particularly when her restless fingers were starting up a drumbeat 
of desire in his sexy young body. He surrendered, pulling her to him so he 
could imprint the feel of her on his skin and nerve endings. 

The most he could persuade Sara to do was climbing on the big firm bed 
rather than stretching out on the cold bathroom floor. "It's the same 
thing," he teased as he straddled her throat. "It's not where you do it but 
what you do!" 

The girl was convinced, particularly when she found the manly appetizing 
cock dangling just below her chin. "Oooohhh!" she squealed, as it tickled 
her neck, "Ooooh, Pepe, you're beautiful too!" 

The young boy's heart swelled with pride at the sight of her slim white 
fingers tentatively holding his fat organ. He hunched forward and let his 
weight rest on his knees, his hands splayed out on either side of her curly 
red hair. He'd already noticed that the few shiny hairs on her twat showed a 
hint of color too, and he could imagine what her cunt would look like when 
it was fully furred, if it came out as red as the hair on her head. 

"Lick it," he ordered huskily and she did, her pink tongue slathering wetly 
against his tumescent flesh. She folded the softness of his foreskin over 
again, her hands gentle but skillful, so her tongue reached every sensitive 
wrinkle. 

The taste, acrid yet delicious, was something Sara hadn't expected. When she 
realized that part of what she was taking in, this strange richness, came 
from her own body, she shivered happily. A few drops of precoital cum oozed 
from the tiny opening and coated her teeth. 

"Put it in your mouth," Pepe said. 

"Awwwww, I can't!" Nevertheless her mouth flew open and the burgeoning prick 
slipped it. After that it was not a question of orders and obedience as 
Sara's natural sexuality took over. Her ovaled sucking mouth worked busily 
and drew the hard cock in, right to its hairy roots. 

"Ummmmm," she murmured over her mouthful. "MMMMMM!" Her hands reached up 
under him and found his young balls, and cupped them lightly. She wanted to 
suck them too, but without letting go of his enlarging cock! Her mind was a 
maelstrom of conflicting desires, and she compromised by letting the cock 
slip out briefly while she tongued his testicles swiftly. Then there were 
the smooth cheeks of his ass right there in front of her, demanding at least 
a quick lick! She drove her hands into his hips, moving him forward and back 
until she had to give into temptation and clamp her mouth on the tight pink 
ring of his asshole. 

"AAARRGGH!" Pepe leaped under his unexpected attack and then settled back, 
smiling to himself at the wealth of sexuality he'd released from the 
inexperienced girl. He felt the pointed tongue probe briefly at his 
sphincter muscles, and then slide back to the base of his hard cock. 

Totally absorbed in the new sensations, Sara had forgotten all about the dog 
Leon. In fact it took her a moment or two to realize what was happening, 
when her loosely sprawled legs felt something warm nudging them wider. Leon 
in his canine way judged the right time to move in, and the right thing to 
do. His big tongue lapped at the inside of her knees and moved steadily 
upward, showering the tender skin with his freely flowing saliva. It felt 
like a warm bath to the girl, a tickling yet pleasant sensation. When he 
reached inside her thighs, barely below her twitching pussy, her hips moved 
quickly in small driving motions, pushing her crotch down against the 
pleasure-giving mouth. 

Pepe felt her move and grinned, knowing what was happening behind them. He 
clucked his tongue softly to encourage the dog-not that Leon needed any 
urging! 

The fast hot tongue slurped right up between the outer lips of her cunt, 
titillating the nerve-rich inner flesh. Sara squirmed uncontrollably. The 
lascivious pleasure of having her pussy licked by a dog was only equalled by 
anticipating what came next. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, you beast!" she moaned. "You're teasing me now ... 
OOOOHHHHH!" A warm furry weight settled on her lower body and something new, 
not the tongue but something else, probed and poked at her wide open pussy. 
The fat lips fluttered around the dog's hard cock, trying to engulf it just 
as she seemingly tried to swallow Pepe's cock right up to its hairy roots. 
She arched her back and spread her legs wider, as wide as she could, while 
the long-haired beast hunched his big body forward. The slick red cock 
hovered for a moment at the entrance and then slid easily between the tight, 
almost-virginal walls of her vagina. 

"AAIIII! URRRRR!" Her little mouth was so full of Pepe's warm vibrating cock 
that she could only make incoherent grunting sounds. 

Pepe lifted his ass and leaned over her so she could take it all in, and 
have the double pleasure of sucking him off while the dog rammed his cock 
into her pussy. 

"YIIIIIIII!" he screamed, almost out of his head with the frantic lewd 
pleasure of her lips and teeth and tongue. His cock shoved against the back 
of her throat as he bobbed up and down, fucking hard into it. Through his 
half-closed eyes he could see the ecstasy on her innocent face as she 
answered the dog's strokes with her active hips, as well as his own. 

She moaned, he screamed, and the bedsprings were going a mile a minute under 
the triple assault. The headboard rattled against the wall in a fast tattoo. 

It was this peculiar combination of sounds that halted Dan Thompson with 
upraised hand, just as he was about to knock on the door of Gloria's room. 
Without stopping to wonder or reason, he turned on his heel and strode to 
the room his daughter and niece were sharing. Sara in her inexperience had 
neglected to lock the door, and Dan went through it fast, only to be brought 
to an unbelieving halt. He reached behind and closed the door softly, his 
eyes glued to the fantastic scene in front of him. 

He blinked in amazement, at the blur of fast-moving bodies on the motel bed. 
The boy, the dog, Sara-he must be losing his mind! This couldn't actually be 
happening! 

He knew he ought to pull them apart instantly, but something stopped him. He 
was aware of Sara's growing sexuality; in fact, he was aware of a lot more 
than the three teenagers ever suspected. He knew his niece had a crush on 
him and he'd been tempted many times to give in to his own lust, as well as 
satisfy hers. One thing had always stopped him: his belief in her virginity. 
Dan didn't want the responsibility of being the man to break her hymen, the 
first one to fuck the unknowing girl. 

That little devil ... and I thought I knew all about her! Just like I know 
what Mike and Amy are up to! They've been having sex together for years but 
they never knew I suspected ... or Sara ... or am I wrong about that, too? 
Shit! How much else have I been missing? 

His cock sprang up and tented his trousers as he watched the writhing mass 
of sexuality in front of him. His ordinarily logical brain was stunned both 
by the overwhelming desires that flooded it, and by shock at discovering 
himself so wrong, on so many counts. He'd watched his own children develop 
and wrestled with his conscience about their growing involvement with each 
other-which, he knew, was a least partly physical. But if he managed to 
separate them, what then? Would Amy find a less desirable sexual partner? 
Would Mike resent losing his loving sister, and rebel like so many other 
kids? 

In the end, he did nothing. He was sure they were discreet enough that their 
cousin Sara wouldn't be harmed or corrupted. In fact, there'd been an 
unspoken agreement between father and children, to that effect. 

Or, he thought there had been! 

While these thoughts were running through his dazed mind, the three 
participants were coming to a gloriously shattering climax. Pepe gripped 
Sara's mop of hair and moaned, his buttocks twitching while his balls jerked 
out their stored-up load. Sara, her eyes tightly shut, clung to the boy 
while intense spasms rippled over her white body. 

Even through her own cum, she was aware of Leon's behavior and felt a small 
pang of alarm. His hard thrusts slowed and his forepaws no longer beat 
against her hips, but clutched her tightly around the waist. It seemed to 
the girl that he was pushing forward, as if to impale her even farther on 
his cock, tugging and straining. His haunches moved rapidly in a vibrating 
movement, and the animal prick inside her vibrated even more. His panting 
breath scorched her belly, and the saliva dripped down, pooling in her belly 
button. She realized dimly that this was his climax, but it seemed to go on 
forever. Her convulsive contractions had slowed and stopped, long before the 
big dog tried to loose himself. 

Dan, watching, suffered a moment of panic. The dog was caught fast, unable 
to free himself from the tiny and all but virginal pussy! He moved forward, 
uncertain what to do, but fearful that the animal would pull too strongly 
and tear the delicate tissues clasping his still hard prick. 

But Pepe again came to the rescue of Leon's unwitting victim. Swinging 
around, he put one hand on the dog's hunched back, and the other on the 
girl's gently rounded belly. Talking first in Spanish to Leon, then quickly 
in English to Sara, he tried to soothe them both. 

"Lie still, Sara," he warned the girl. "He gets-how you say? He gets hung up 
on-I don' know what you call it. That lump there, see? I get him off you muy 
rapido. 

The small cuntmouth eased by degrees, as Leon relaxed under his master's 
soothing voice. It wasn't until then, when the exhausted animal drew his 
cock slowly out of the girl's belly and fell over beside her, that the two 
youngsters looked up. 

They saw Dan. Pepe's brown skin paled and he let out an explosive burst of 
his native language. Sara closed her eyes and wished she could faint on 
demand. Her mouth opened and closed but she couldn't say a word.... 

Sara described the scene to Gloria in such vivid detail, that the blonde 
widow seemed to live it right along with her. 

"I was so ashamed," the girl concluded miserably, "not so much for what I'd 
done, but I ... Gloria, I don't know if you can ever forgive me. I have to 
tell you because ... oh, shit, you're going to find out anyway. When Uncle 
Dan jumped all over me, I defended myself by accusing you. I told him what 
I'd seen, and I was just trying to copy you." 

Suddenly Gloria realized that her bath water had grown cold, and she climbed 
out and wrapped a towel around herself. 

"Then what happened?" 

"I'd forgotten all about-about the trick I played on you. Sending you to 
Ramon's friend. But it all came back and-damn it, can you ever forgive me? I 
hate myself for it ... Anyhow, I felt so bad, so wicked, and I had to 
confess to Uncle Dan. Of course he tore right out of here, looking for you." 

After her tiring afternoon, Gloria's mind was slow and sluggish. It seemed 
that disaster awaited her wherever she turned. Dan might be angry with his 
niece, but he'd be no less angry with herself, Gloria, for showing-however 
accidentally-the young girl the ways of perverse sexuality. 

Nor would he want to marry a woman like that. 

She looked at Pepe and the worst fear of all clutched her heart. Would Dan 
help her adopt the boy, once he knew what really went on between them? 
Certainly not! 

Worse, he'd probably do anything in his power to take the boy away from her. 
She stared long and lovingly into those huge deep brown eyes, and realized 
all over again that he was the only important thing in the world. Adopted or 
not, she had to have him. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Take me with you, pul-leasse!" Sara begged. The girl was almost hysterical 
at the thought of having to face her uncle alone. 

Gloria looked at her in sympathy, but she was unmoved. "I'm not angry, 
Sara," she said. "That's not the point. But it would be-it would be almost 
like kidnapping. Dan would have every reason to be furious ... and besides, 
it wouldn't work. He'd have the police after us right away." Whereas, she 
added silently to herself, he'll be only too glad to get rid of Pepe and me. 

The teenager tried to pull herself together. "I know you're right, Gloria," 
she admitted, "but I'm scared all the same." 

"Don't worry, I'll leave him a note. He won't blame you." 

It was easier said than done, however. When she sat down at the desk, her 
thoughts wandered wildly. She didn't know how much to admit to, without 
getting Sara in worse trouble. That eliminated all mention of the exhausting 
but somehow thrilling afternoon she'd spent with Luis Pendejo and his pimp 
Ramon. 

In the end, she merely said this: 

Dan: Please forgive me for the trouble I've caused you. Everything Sara told 
you about Pepe and me is quite true, please don't blame her. I'm taking him 
away somewhere, it doesn't matter where. I wish you and the kids the best of 
luck, and hope you'll forgive me some day. Gloria. 

She wasn't really satisfied with the note, but it was the best she could do. 
In a very short time, she had the luggage in the car and headed out of 
Guadalajara. Somewhere in this huge country, she and Pepe would lose 
themselves.... 

Dan Thompson swore heartily when he read the note. "Goddamn idiot females! 
If there's three good roads to go and one wrong one, you can bet a woman'll 
take the wrong one every time!" 

Amy and Mike, who'd just arrived back at the motel, looked at each other and 
shrugged. They'd read the note, they'd seen Sara's guilty and tearful face, 
but that was all; they hadn't a clue as to what was going on. 

"I've never seen you so angry, Dad," Amy ventured. 

"Me too," Mike said. "I'm sure glad it's not me you got a hard-on for." 

Dan turned and glared at him. "You're just as responsible as anyone else. If 
you and Amy hadn't been sneaking off to be alone all the time, you'd have 
seen what's going on. You'd have known Sara was in trouble of some kind, and 
tried to help her." 

The brother and sister exchanged guilty glances. "Wh-what do you mean, Dad?" 
Mike quavered. 

"I mean it's about time we had some truth in this family, as well as some 
consideration for others." He paused, and decided the beginnings of truth 
had better come from him. "You've been getting in your sister's pants for at 
least two years that I know of, Mike. Maybe it's my fault for not watching 
you more closely. Or maybe for not speaking to your mother, since you spend 
most of the year with her. But she's, uh, well, you know your mother...." 

Mike rolled his eyes and whistled. "Gee, Dad, please don't do that! She 
thinks sex is like, well, it's for if you want to have a baby. She'd never 
ever understand." 

"Don't I know it," Dan said ruefully. "Why do you think we got divorced? No, 
I wouldn't do that to you. I've had enough tears and hysterics from her 
without wishing it on you." 

Sara sat in a corner, making herself as small as possible. She could hardly 
believe what she was hearing! Amy and Mike-why, that was incest! But it 
certainly explained a lot of things, principally why she and Amy had seemed 
to drift apart more and more, losing their old close friendship. And why 
Mike never gave her, Sara, a tumble. All the time she'd figured it was 
because they were related-wasn't that a laugh? She stared from one face to 
the next, trying to take it all in. Sex was certainly more confusing than 
she'd ever dreamed. And yet, none of this seemed possible. 

"Is-is that true, Mike? Amy? Have you really been-?" she couldn't get the 
right words out. 

Mike was red-faced, but he didn't mean to let Amy take the blame. "It's my 
fault, Dad, not Amy's. She didn't want to for a long time but I, I sorta 
talked her into it." 

"It's my fault too," Amy said bravely. "I wanted to just as much as you did, 
Mike, so tell the truth like Dad says. But won't you tell us what all this 
is about Sara, and Gloria and Pepe?" 

"I don't know where to begin." Dan rubbed his knuckles over his eyes and 
tried to straighten out his thoughts. "You tell it, Sara, while I think." 
The only thing in his mind was Gloria, and the trouble she might get into. 
He realized that the blonde widow had gotten to him even more than he'd 
thought, that he was in fact deeply in love with her. "No matter what's 
going on, no matter what she's done with that greaser kid," he muttered to 
himself. 

She has no idea how sexy and desirable and voluptuous she is! She's like a 
bomb waiting to go off, or an accident looking for a place to happen. She's 
not dumb, but she's innocent-Pepe or no Pepe-and God help me, she's my 
responsibility as much as Amy and Mike and Sara! I've got to find her, got 
to take care of her! 

Meantime, Sara had her cousin's rapt attention as she told her story. " ... 
so after Pepe fucked me, I gave him a blowjob while the dog fucked me and-" 

"You didn't!" 

"That dog, Leon? I don't believe it!" 

Sara began to feel better. She'd envied her cousins their seeming 
sophistication, but now she'd caught up with them and then some! "Oh, yes, 
it was a lot of fun," she said nonchalantly. 

Dan listened with half his attention, wondering what to do about the kids as 
well as how to find Gloria. He should be shocked, he knew, and find some 
drastic way of ending their incestuous relationship. On the other hand, he 
could remember "playing doctor" with his own sister, and when they were 
older he'd have screwed her silly if she'd let him. It was difficult to be 
moralistic when your own thoughts were far from pure. Sex is a powerful 
thing, he reasoned, and once a kid gets a taste of it, he's never going to 
give it up. Hell, sex was what made the world go 'round, and any amount of 
preaching and scolding couldn't change that. 

He was proud of his kids. They were clear thinking, honest-except in the one 
area-and reliable. They weren't rebels or long hairs or hippies. He didn't 
want them to change their basically decent outlook on life, and if having 
sex together kept them safe-well, so be it! 

He knew there was one other thought in the back of his mind, one he'd have 
to take out and examine as soon as the emergency was over and he had Gloria 
back safe and sound. The truth was, he'd had eyes for both Amy and Sara 
himself, and he couldn't deny it. They were two very attractive young 
ladies, and who had more right than a father to-but that was for later. 
Right now, he'd better shape up and take some action, if he could find the 
right action to take. 

As if following his thoughts, his pretty Amy came over and snuggled into his 
lap. "Dad, you're not mad at us, are you? Please don't be mad." 

His arms went around her automatically. What a little beauty she was getting 
to be, and how sweet she was, and nice she smelled! "No, honey, it's more my 
fault than anyone's. I'm the adult here, I should have done things 
differently somehow. Don't you worry, Amy, we'll talk it all over 
after-after I get Gloria back." 

"Oooh, Dad!" The girl hesitated. "You still want her back after ... I mean, 
no matter what she did with Pepe?" 

"You're damn right I do," he answered grimly. "Now you three bright kids put 
your thinking caps on, and help me decide where to look first." 

"The easiest place to lose yourself," Mike said thoughtfully, "is in a big 
city. Like, right here in Guadalajara. Or maybe in Mexico City." 

Dan laughed. "Exactly right, Mike! And if you girls will forgive me my 
theories about females, that means Gloria is heading for some small town. 
Some place where she and Pepe will be gossiped about. In fact, some American 
type resort, because she doesn't speak Spanish." 

The two girls cried out indignantly at his reasoning, but he and Mike 
studied the map. "Here's where I'll try first," Dan said, pointing. "Only 
thirty, forty miles away, small town, lots of gringos with nothing to do but 
gossip. Chapala or Ajijic, I'll bet you!" 

The teenagers volunteered to go along, but he turned them down. "Just try 
and stay out of trouble for a day or two, all right? You have enough money 
for meals and incidentals. And, Mike, why don't you and Amy try to get 
reacquainted with your cousin? It seems to me you could all learn something 
from each other." 

Once the three were alone, they looked at each other rather nervously. So 
much had happened so quickly, it would take time to get their balance back. 
Mike and Amy were still dazed from discovering their "secret" was no secret 
after all. Sara had suffered so much, both pleasure and unhappiness, that 
she felt emotionally drained. 

"What do you think he meant," Amy asked, "when he said we could all learn 
something from each other?" 

In spite of her fatigue, Sara giggled. "Like, about sex?" 

Mike looked at the two with narrowed eyes. Sara sure was a cute little 
thing, almost as cute as his sister. Her tits were smaller, but that wasn't 
necessarily a bad thing. She was a year younger than Amy, and both her tits 
and her saucy little ass would undoubtedly grow. But what would Amy say? It 
was true, brother and sister had been an exclusive little community, 
shutting everyone else out. He wouldn't hurt his sister for anything in the 
world, but he sure would like to grab a piece off Sara too. 

Amy read his mind, and examined her own. Sure, she could be jealous of her 
cousin. But on the other hand, if they got Pepe back, then she certainly 
intended to try out the young Mexican. 

So, she couldn't expect less of Mike, or more of him, than she expected of 
herself. 

All this passed through her mind in a flash, and she answered, "Yeah, like 
about sex! It's time you tried another pussy besides mine, Mike, and it's, 
you know, nice to keep it in the family!" 

Sara blushed as the handsome boy looked at her more boldly. She'd had a 
crush on him for so long, she couldn't believe he was actually going to make 
love to her. But her little cunt was growing soft and damp, she could feel 
the plump lips popping open as if gasping for air. When Mike put his arms 
around her, her hips ground into him in an unmistakable way. 

"Golly, you're really hot," Amy said. She'd been prepared to be critical, 
but she felt all warm and squirmy inside. A rush of love for the younger 
girl swept over her, and she said impulsively, "Let me help! Let me undress 
Sara, Mike, please!" 

In an excess of shame after her uncle caught her with Pepe and the dog, Sara 
had taken both a bath and shower, scrubbing herself until her skin felt raw. 
She'd also put on her most demure clothing: size A bra, cotton panties, 
embroidered cotton slip, and a long-sleeved, high-necked dress. It took time 
to get her out of all that, particularly as Amy's hands were awkward and 
shaking with excitement. But eventually the fourteen-year-old stood naked in 
the middle of the room, her eyes searching Mike's face anxiously. Would he 
consider her too young and undeveloped? He might even laugh! 

But he didn't laugh, he smiled and whistled appreciatively. "You're going to 
be a real beauty some day, honey. In fact, you're beautiful right now." 

Mike stripped quickly, forgetting even to look at his sister to see if she 
really meant what she said. He couldn't wait to put his dong inside that 
tight young twat! Like many another man before him, he discovered that new 
pussy was a challenge he couldn't resist. No matter how good the familiar 
lovemaking, there was something irresistible about what he hadn't yet tried. 

He thumbed down his shorts and looked with pride at the long hard erection 
that sprang out. He'd give this pretty little cousin a banging she'd never 
forget! Better than that Mexican kid, or his name wasn't Mike Thompson! He 
wanted to stay cool, but it wasn't easy, and he felt himself tremble as he 
shoved her down on the bed. 

Sara's cunt sucked gently as he slammed his cock deep inside. It has only 
been a few hours since she'd made love to Pepe and been fucked by the dog, 
and her insides still seemed stretched and-for her youth-expansive. She 
could hardly believe it was Mike who was shooting it to her like this! Much 
as she'd yearned for his attention in a romantic sort of way, she'd never 
even dreamed of this! Dazed with the rapid series of events, she let herself 
go completely into the mind-denying action, and her little hips moved up and 
down in a rapid series of fucking motions. For the first time she was 
conscious of the way her tumescent clit was receiving a constant and 
delightful abrasion. 

"AAHHHHH! FUCK ME HARDER, MIKE!" she groaned into his contorted face. 

"You sweet baby," he returned in a guttural whisper. 

Watching them, Amy thought she should pinch herself to make sure she wasn't 
dreaming. Her brother was fucking her cousin and that by practically an 
invitation of her father! 

What was the phrase that politicians and people like that were always using? 
Mind-boggling, yes, that was it. This was a mind-boggling experience. She 
watched the rapid beat of her brother's ass, stuck up in the air in a way 
that would be ludicrous if it weren't so exciting. And was this just the 
beginning? Where could they go from here? Would Daddy let them continue this 
way? 

Slipping her fingers under the elastic of her panties and leaning way back 
in the chair, Amy decided that it all depended on Gloria. The woman had some 
mysterious charm for her father, but how could he feel that way when he knew 
she'd been fucking both Pepe and the dog? 

Still, having the former shoeshine boy in the family might be nice ... and 
the dog, too. Her fingers stroking her clitoris harder, she tried to pierce 
the veil of the future. How nice it was that her climax was coinciding with 
that of the two on the bed. 

And what would it really be like, having a dog's cock in her own cunt? 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Pepe lay on his stomach in the middle of the big bed, stark naked, his feet 
waving above his firm ass, his elbows planted in pillows. He was totally 
absorbed in a Mexican comic book that he'd picked up in the hotel lobby. 

Gloria watched him lovingly from across the room, where she was combing her 
hair and getting ready for dinner. His skin was such a gorgeous color, she 
couldn't think of the right word to describe. Like a shiny copper penny, but 
paler than that. His shock of black hair was getting long; perhaps they'd 
find a barber shop in the morning. His body was firm and shapely as a 
miniature Greek god. Of course it was his face, with its engaging grin, a 
flash of white teeth and dimples, and most of all his eyes, that turned her 
on. Those eyes, there was no describing them. Softer than velvet, deeper 
than a mountain pool ... My God, I'm getting poetic! But one look into those 
eyes and my whole body begins to tingle! I've never felt anything like this 
before. I can't keep my hands off him. I want to be touching him every 
minute of every day! 

She could see in the mirror over the bed that his lips moved soundlessly as 
he pointed to each word with a stubby finger. She promised herself that 
she'd learn Spanish, so she could help him read and write in both languages. 
She didn't really approve of the comic book, which looked like a more lurid 
version of Superman, but the teacher in her said it was better to read 
something, almost anything, than nothing at all. 

"Pepe, are you getting hungry?" 

"Mmmmmmm." 

"Get dressed now, dear, and we'll go eat." 

"Si, Mama. One little minute." 

It had been a long, exhausting day and Gloria was tired as well as hungry. 
Still, when she looked at the slim nude body sprawled so carelessly on the 
bed, her feet carried her over to his side. "Are you getting hungry?" she 
asked again, and tickled his satiny tan ribs. 

Pepe, responding instantly, rolling on his side, laughing up into her face, 
pulling her down on top of him. "Are you hungry? Are you hungry?" he mocked 
her while he bit at her full rosy mouth. "Pepe is only hungry for his Mama!" 

"Oh, dear," she said, laughing helplessly with him. "You'll get me all 
mussed up, darling!" 

"And you, you get me all excited! Look! Feel!" He pushed her hand down 
between their bodies and put her fingers around his cock. Sure enough, it 
was swelling under the gentle pressure, already moist at the tip when she 
gently rolled back the foreskin. 

"God, God, you're so wonderful," she said and sighed. "But, sweetheart, I'm 
all cleaned up and I really am hungry, and ...." 

Still teasing, he swung his body sideways so the tumescent prick bounced up 
toward her face. "Eat, Mama, if you're hungry! Your baby has a nice big 
mouthful for you!" 

She couldn't resist taking a little lick, and then another. He smelled and 
tasted so good! No matter how difficult it would be, she could never give 
him up! She closed her eyes briefly and thought of her frantic flight that 
afternoon. It was already so late, she wouldn't get far unless she drove 
after dark-which everybody had warned her against. She might get lost, 
because the roads were poorly marked. She thought of all those things in a 
panic, wondering which way to turn, where to head for. Then she saw the sign 
with an arrow: Chapala. Oh, yes, an American community, several of them in 
fact. People who spoke English! 

Her tentative plans were, in a week or so, to find some small untouched 
Mexican village where she and her "son" could melt into the landscape. But 
she wasn't ready for that yet, she needed an immediate refuge, some place 
she could relax while she began to learn to speak Spanish and explored the 
countryside for just the right village. 

"Come back, come back, Mama! Where you go?" 

She realized her mind had drifted off, even while she lay there with the 
throbbing organ in her slack hands. She slipped its warm smoothness into her 
salivating mouth, sucking lightly while her mind went on working. 

Her plan was recklessness itself, but she didn't care. Back in Ohio, she had 
not only savings in the bank, an equity in a house, but money in her 
teacher's retirement fund. It was not a lot, taken all together, but then, 
living could be cheap in Mexico. She'd eat beans and tortillas every day, if 
she had to, if it meant keeping Pepe with her! She was afraid to take him 
back home, afraid of probing eyes and gossiping tongues; and of the boy's 
own artless innocence as well. No, she'd have to stay in Mexico until-until 
what? She didn't know. Till the boy grew up? Till she recovered from her 
insane passion for him? 

"Suck! Suck!" he urged her, his hips weaving back and forth. 

She sucked, drawing his boyish prick deeper and deeper until it hit the back 
of her throat and her nose was pressed against the base of his belly. His 
cock is mine, to play with, to love, to do whatever I please ... as long as 
it pleases him too. Oh, cum, Pepe, cum. CUM IN MY MOUTH SO I CAN SWALLOW 
EVERY DELICIOUS DROP.'!! It's mine, it's all mine! And I love it! 

The boiling cum shot into her throat as she clutched his smooth hard ass, 
running her fingers down its crack, pressing moistly at his anus so that he 
jerked and leaped against her semen-stained face. 

Gloria climaxed too, unbelievably, without a hand on her or a cock up her 
vibrating cunt. Her body rattled like an aspen tree in a high wind, like a 
shell being rolled over and over by an incoming tide. She'd never known 
there was such happiness, such intense gratification possible, and she 
moaned wordlessly as her gulping throat tried to drain the last drops of 
milky jetting sperm. 

"Oh, Mama Mama Mama." Pepe sank back on the pillows, his boyish face 
peacefully satisfied. "You're some Mama, I never think any woman in the 
world could be like you." 

Moments later he bounced up brightly. "Now all you got to do is wash your 
face and comb your hair, while Pepe gets dressed!" 

She laughed fondly at this, because it was true. That, and mopping up a 
little between her legs, where her creamy juices had spilled down the inside 
of her thighs! 

Yes, it was worth it, it was worth whatever price she had to pay. 

They'd found the Posada Ermita just beyond Chapala, and knew instantly it 
was the place. It was rather isolated, and that appealed to her mood. One 
had to turn in a long drive, almost to the beautiful lake itself, and in 
fact some of the rooms and the dining room overlooked the water. Shabbily 
comfortable and inexpensive, it seemed to be just right as a temporary 
stopping place while she looked around and made further plans. Pepe liked 
it, too, because there were riding horses tethered on the beach. He hadn't 
said anything but his black eyes grew huge, and she could almost read the 
words forming in his mind. 

They had barely reached the table when Dan, following his own line of 
reasoning, drove into the Posada Ermita parking lot. There, sure enough, was 
the now dusty rental car. He laughed to himself, thinking how safe Gloria 
must feel-and how far the reality was from her vision of it. Without doubt 
every tongue in the place was wagging about the so-blonde senora and the 
handsome little kept Mexican boy! The news and lewd speculations would 
travel to Chapala, to Ajijic, and probably to the other villages along the 
lake. It was such a juicy morsel of gossip, he wouldn't be surprised to hear 
about the brazen gringa in Guadalajara! 

Yes, just as he'd thought, the word puta was already written in the dust on 
the car. If Gloria saw it, would she know it meant whore in Spanish? 
And-because she was alone, without a man to protect her-the next thing would 
be a nosy village priest paying her a call and inquiring about the child. 

If she were older and not so voluptuous, if the boy were younger and not so 
brightly handsome, she might get away with it. But not Gloria, and not Pepe! 

He saw her turn white with shock as he entered the dining room and pulled up 
a chair at her table. He could hear and sense the ripples of interest around 
them, and a waiter scurried over immediately. 

"Two margaritas, doubles," he said curtly. "And a Coca for the boy." 

"D-Dan." She had to clear her throat before getting the word out, and even 
then her voice was as fine and limp as a silk thread dangling from a needle. 
"What-what are you doing here? Didn't you get my note?" 

"Yes, I got it but-let me have a drink first, will you? It's been a long 
day." 

They sipped the frosty drinks and, when he spoke, it was seemingly 
irrelevant. "Where's the dog?" 

She was startled, her eyes flying wide. "Sleeping in the room. Pepe got him 
some raw hamburger earlier. But-why?" 

He grinned. "He's gotten so popular with my kids, it'd be a shame to lose 
him now." 

"Ohhh!" The color flowed back in her cheeks. "Are you being sarcastic? I 
don't understand you, Dan!" 

"I'm not sure I understand myself. But let's eat, and then we'll talk." 

After the meal he turned to the subdued Pepe. "I saw you watching the 
horses. Do you want to ride?" 

"Oh, yesss, please." 

Dan handed him some bills. "Try not to break your neck, son." 

Back in the room, he turned to Gloria. "Try to relax, will you? I'm not 
going to hit you, or even yell at you. We've got a lot of talking to do. But 
first of all, let me say-I understand about you and Pepe." He glanced over 
at the sleeping dog. "Understanding about Leon was a bit harder, but I think 
I've managed that too. After seeing him with Sara, I got so turned on it was 
all I could do not to rape her on the spot. In fact, if I hadn't been so 
worried about you, I probably would have. Not that she'd need much raping." 

Gloria gawked at him, unable to believe what he was saying so calmly. "But, 
Dan, You're not like that! You're a decent man with a nice family. I don't 
know what your purpose is, but I know you're lying to me." 

"Would it make any difference if I told you my son and daughter have been 
fucking each other for years? And that I knew about it and didn't do a 
thing?" 

All she could do was repeat weakly, "But you're not like that." 

"Don't kid yourself, baby, everybody's like that. Somewhere inside, at any 
rate, though lots of us never let it come to the surface." He paused a 
moment and laughed. "Okay, maybe not everybody. My ex-wife, for instance, I 
forgot about her. And there's plenty of others like her, I suppose. But, and 
don't you ever forget it, there's plenty like you and me, too. Some of us 
never find it out, and go through life vaguely unsatisfied, not knowing 
what's wrong. I'd guess you were like that, and in a certain sense I was 
too. Oh, I fucked around plenty, but I never even admitted to myself that I 
had the hots for my own daughter, or for Sara. Now-" he hesitated. "Now I'm 
not quite sure what I think, or what I'm going to do. Except for one thing, 
that I'm sure of." 

"What's that?" 

"I'm going to marry you, Gloria, so you might as well get used to the idea. 
Don't get panicky, Pepe's included in the deal. And I guess good old Leon 
has to be too, if we can get him over the border." 

She shook her head in disbelief. 

"Maybe I forgot to say," he continued, "but I love you, darling. Little 
quirks and all. So some people like oysters, so you have a thing for young 
boys." 

That aroused her. "No, no, not any young boy. It's just Pepe, don't you see? 
I like you a lot, Dan, but Pepe's the one I love." 

"I know you think that," he said gently, "and I'm not going to argue with 
you. Just trust me for a while, will you, Gloria? I promise you one thing. 
If you try it for a year-marrying me, adopting Pepe, the whole thing-and at 
the end of the year you aren't happy, I won't fight a divorce. I'll even 
help you get set up on your own with the boy." 

Gloria's confusion was complete. She did admire and respect Dan and the idea 
of a warm, loving family was almost irresistible. Then Dan went on to tell 
her about the nasty word spelled out in the dust on her car, and about the 
certain trouble she and the boy would get into by themselves. She had to 
believe him, because he only confirmed the thoughts she'd had and sternly 
repressed. 

"I'm going to get a room for tonight, honey," he said, "and leave you alone 
with the boy. Don't worry, promise me? It'll all work out somehow, right now 
maybe I don't know how, but I will." 

She tried to tell Pepe about it, when they were curled up in the warm cocoon 
of the big bed. His response confused her even more. 

"Dan'll be a good daddy," he said sleepily. "Can he teach me how to play 
baseball? Will he let me sleep with you like this?" 

She lay awake for a long time, holding the young boy in her arms. How could 
she expect him to understand, when she didn't herself? She knew Dan was 
right, she couldn't handle all the problems involved on her own. But she'd 
never give up Pepe, no matter what anyone said or did. If she had to marry 
Dan Thompson to keep him, then she'd do that too. 

She looked down at the dark head cuddled against her shoulder, and sighed. 
All she'd set out to do was have a vacation, hopefully with some romantic 
interest, a little fling that she could remember during the cold nights in 
Ohio when the sun set in the afternoon, and there was nothing to do except 
go to the movies or watch television. And what had she gotten instead? 
Gloria wasn't sure. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Gloria leaned against the breakfast bar, checking to see that the kids had 
set the table. It was a Sunday morning, and she wore a thin blue robe that 
revealed the outlines of her body. Her mass of blonde hair, no longer 
tightly braided and coroneted, flowed over her shoulders and down her back. 

When something hard poked into the shadowy cleft between her buttocks, she 
smiled. Reaching back without looking, she swatted at it and said, "Now now, 
Leon, you'll have me burning the bacon." 

"Leon! For pete's sake, don't you know the difference between a dog and your 
own ever-loving son!" 

She turned her head and grinned. Mike, looking chagrined, said "Okay, okay! 
This family's too full of jokesters!" 

He was obviously naked under his terrycloth robe and his half-hard cock 
poked its way out of the folds. "Come on, now, Mommie dear," he coaxed. 
"Look at this nice hard-on I woke up with. Don't you know it's bad for 
growing boys to be frustrated?" 

With mock severity, she answered, "Leon or my ever-loving son, the answer's 
the same. Your Dad doesn't mind your grabbing a piece of ass, but if it 
means burning the bacon, we're both in trouble." 

"Okay, okay." He turned away grumbling. "I'll go wake up Amy or Sara. They 
ought to be down here helping you, anyway." 

"The girls are up, they've set the table. What you'd better do is wake your 
father and Pepe, tell them they're missing their anniversary breakfast." 

Dan came into the kitchen a few minutes later, rubbing his hands through his 
uncombed hair. "What kind of devious female trick is this anyway? I know 
when our anniversary is ... next week!" 

She held her face up for his kiss, and said, "My anniversary dates from the 
night you proposed. Remember what you told me? If I wasn't happy and 
satisfied in a year's time...." 

"And?" He slipped his arms inside the robe and ran his hands up and down her 
curvaceous body. 

"What's the verdict?" 

"The verdict is, today you get blueberry muffins and pancakes and sausage, 
eggs-the works. I never dreamed I could be so happy." 

Amy, Sara, Pepe and Mike crowded around, wanting to be in on the happy 
moment. A round robin of wet kisses began, and continued until with a 
shriek, Gloria flew to rescue the bacon. 

"There's nothing like a family," Sara said contentedly. "I can never thank 
you enough, Uncle Dan, for persuading Mom to let me stay with you this 
year." 

"Shit, honey, anybody that fucks like you do just naturally has to be part 
of this family." 

Gloria looked around the breakfast table, and passed Pepe another blueberry 
muffin already dripping with butter. Nobody seemed to mind these little 
extra attentions to the Mexican boy. In fact, the other children had gone 
out of their way to help him adjust to the new way of life, and to make sure 
he knew he was welcome. His foster mother never made any secret of her 
attachment to the boy, although Mike came in for his fair share of loving 
too-both physical and otherwise. 

It was a time to look back and remember, and the whole family indulged in a 
happy session of reminiscence. While they chattered, Gloria looked around at 
the loved faces. How lucky she was, to have gone from that solitary lonely 
life to this fulfilled existence! It hadn't always been easy, whether the 
kids realized it or not. Dan found it necessary to make some hard decisions. 
Sex was the problem, as always; where to draw the line, or whether to draw 
it at all. Fortunately, he'd decided wisely. 

Sex wasn't something you could argue out of existence, he said. It was here 
to stay whether anyone liked it or not. And so, how much better for the kids 
to get their pleasures at home than out with heaven knows who! Of course it 
wouldn't last forever, they'd have their own lives to live. The girls had 
boy friends, Mike was dating the pretty brunette down the block. Pepe hadn't 
yet shown any interest in females outside the home, but she knew it had to 
come and was ready for it-she hoped! But that was the whole point. While 
they could screw each other, they wouldn't get in trouble; the boys, for 
instance, didn't face the danger of getting some young girl pregnant. Sara 
and Amy wouldn't follow the path of so many teenagers, giving in to the 
pleadings of boys they didn't really like, because their bodies natural 
yearnings were being satisfied already. 

It worked the same way for herself and Dan. Why should either of them cheat, 
when they had plenty of variety at home? 

Mike broke into her reveries. Going behind her chair, he leaned down and put 
his hands around her full tits. "Okay, you guys, I've got first dibs on Mom. 
Haven't I, Mom? C'mon, let somebody else do the dishes. My balls are 
positively aching!" 

"Whose anniversary is this, anyhow," Dan complained. 

They answered in a chorus. "Everybody's!" 

Patting his full stomach, Dan announced that he wouldn't argue, his 
middle-aged digestive system needed half an hour at least. He watched as his 
tall, handsome son led his wife out of the room, one boyish hand resting on 
his stepmother's ass. This was a family to be proud of, by God! 

"Half an hour, huh," Amy said, climbing on her father's lap. "You can give 
me a little kiss, anyhow." She rubbed her pert nose against his Eskimo 
fashion, and then planted her mouth on his. Dan loved the rose-petal touch 
of her lips, and the little-girl fragrance of her skin. He probed into the 
warm wet opening with his tongue, running it over hers and all around the 
interior of her mouth. 

"Uuummmm, you taste good enough to eat." 

She snuggled closer in his arms and said, "Yeahhhh, Dad!" 

They walked out of the room with arms around each other. Sara, left alone 
with the dirty dishes, was chagrined that she hadn't gotten to Uncle Dan 
first. But as she stood before the sink full of soapy water, the dog Leon 
pushed her robe up with his nose. His long rough tongue snaked out and wetly 
slathered the rosy cleft between her ass cheeks. 

"Good old Leon," she giggled, and her hands flew as she washed, rinsed, 
stacked. "Ten minutes," she promised the eagerly panting animal. "Then we'll 
have a ball ... or a couple of them!" 

Mike hadn't gotten any further than the living room sofa when he gently 
pushed his stepmother down. His morning erection had come back with full 
force, and he panted almost as heavily as Leon as he spread her rounded 
milky thighs. "First fuck of the day," he said huskily as he put the 
throbbing round cockhead in her dripping slit. "Did I ever tell you, Mom, 
about all the wet dreams I had about you? Before that day . ... " 

"Mmmmmm?" 

"When Dad brought you and Pepe home from Chapala and gave us that long 
lecture ... said we could all screw around together ... and even included 
you. Jeezus, I couldn't believe it. I'd been fucking you in my mind from the 
first day we met you." 

"Quit talking, Mike!" Gloria was suddenly hot and ready to trot. "Give me 
some of that young ass, shove it in there! You can talk later!" 

Mike laughed and flicked his hips forward until his manly hard-on had 
penetrated the full depth of her quivering vaginal bore. He slammed it home 
again and again, hardly noticing when his father and sister walked across 
the room to the love seat. 

Dan watched them critically for a minute. He wanted Gloria to be happy 
today-and every day-and he counted on the boys to help him. He knew his 
wife's capacity for sexuality. Of course, there was always the big dog to do 
his share! He slipped Amy's robe off and looked down at her sweet little 
body. Impulsively, he knelt and pressed his face into her honey-sweet 
crotch. God, but he loved this beautiful child! He bit gently at the 
prominent pubis, already covered with a muff of silky hair. His tongue 
tasted the wholly feminine juices that oozed from her fat pink cuntlips, and 
in seconds he had her squirming and squealing, "Ooooohhh, Daddy!" 

Gloria was serious about the day being her anniversary and she made the most 
of it. Between father and son, she was hosed plenty-and then Dan called in 
the dog. 

When Leon left her panting, exhausted, her still vibrating cunt full of 
mixed animal and human semen, she realized that something important was 
still missing. Her heart contracted with sudden pain as if squeezed by a 
hand. 

"Damn it, where's Pepe?" 

"He said he'd see you tonight, not to get too worn out. Mike had first dibs 
and Pepe couldn't wait ... I guess he got his rocks off with one of the 
girls, maybe both of them, for all I know." 

Gloria frowned. "What was the big hurry? Don't tell me he's got a girl, 
too!" 

She felt hurt and disappointed. The brown-skinned boy still meant something 
special to her. He was peculiarly hers in a way she couldn't explain, but 
was obvious to the whole family. She didn't regret her marriage, she was 
thankful that Dan had been forcefully insistent the year before. She 
realized over and over that her plan to adopt Pepe and disappear in Mexico 
would never have worked; this way, she had her boy and a loving family too. 
But-she wasn't ready yet for his growing away from her. 

"He's in love," Dan teased her. "Didn't you know? He's in love with 
baseball. Don't tell me you forget! He finally got his grades up so he could 
play, and today's his first practice. Shit, that's all we've heard all 
week!" 

"Oh, of course." Her maternal pride overcame her jealousy. 

"Now aren't you glad you married me? Boys do go out for sports, you know, 
and without us you'd be waiting all alone." 

"I'm the luckiest woman in the world," she said, and knew it was true. She'd 
wanted the boy, and she had him, and what she'd had to do to keep him hadn't 
been hard to take at all. 


THE END
