Caught With The Kids
by Marilyn Johns


FOREWORD 

The psychological effects of rape are always devastating, especially if the 
rape occurs at an early age in sexual development, i.e., before the 
experience can be fully understood by the victim. The pain, suffering, and 
confusion resulting from the brutality of a sex-crazed rapist can easily 
alter the developing psyche of a child, changing forever the course of her 
adult life. The effects on the psyche of brutal rape at an early stage of 
sexual development are often manifested in later life in the form of 
unconventional sexual behavior. 

Unconventional sexual behavior is always rewarded in modern society with 
misunderstanding. Unconventional sexual behavior, therefore, often brings 
with it great pain and suffering. This suffering is particularly tragic when 
it is the result of subconscious drives that blot out the more conventional 
urges that motivate the mass of society. And yet for some, for the troubled 
few, unconventional sexual behavior is the only possible outlet for their 
sexual passions. The story you are about to read is the story of one such 
person whose life is guided by unconventional sexual desires. 

Miss Melanie Terrell, an outwardly pristine ninth grade English teacher, 
hides within her a terrible secret, a secret desire for young boys as sexual 
partners. It is revealed that Miss Terrell, at age thirteen, was the victim 
of a brutal rape, an experience which left her afraid to engage in sexual 
activities with men her own age. At thirty-five years of age, Miss Terrell 
considers herself much too old to allow herself to be swept away by the 
flood of her passions. But the rushing waters rise over her head when the 
boy next door, sixteen-year-old Randy Dennis, attempts to seduce her. 

Resisting his advances but excited powerfully by him, she turns her 
attentions toward Randy's younger brother, Lonnie. She seduces the boy and 
engages in abandoned sexual activities with him. They are discovered in the 
act by Danny and David, the precocious Dennis twins, who at age thirteen 
already have designs on Miss Terrell. She engages in sexual activities with 
them too in a night of depraved sexual gymnastics. 

Later, unable to keep their secret, Lonnie, David and Danny inform their 
older brother of Miss Terrell's secrets. He approaches her again, more 
secure now and refusing to be repulsed. She lets him do with her as he 
wishes, unable any longer to resist her powerful sexual urges. Later a 
get-together with the Dennis boys is planned at their summer cottage in the 
country while their parents are away on business. 

Melanie enjoys her abandoned sexual free-for-all with the four boys, 
engaging in all manner of sexual activities with them. They are discovered 
at poolside by their parents, who have arrived unexpectedly, having planned 
all along to use the short vacation as a means of getting away from the 
family and having a weekend of sex at the cottage. The intense attachment of 
Ellen Dennis for Melanie does not permit her to be angry at her discovery. 
Instead she and her husband Bob join the activities, reveling in an 
afternoon of incestuous sex. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Melanie Terrell stared at the bulge of Randy Dennis' hard-on, her hot cunt 
quivering with excitement, her face flushed, her breathing hard to control. 
The sexy sixteen-year-old boy had raised that erection just for her and she 
knew it. She couldn't help staring at the thick thing that extended at least 
eight inches down the leg of the kid's tight Levi's. His hard cock seemed to 
get thicker and longer the longer Melanie stared at it. He opened his legs 
wider to let her have a better look, opening the area of his crotch to her 
excited gaze. She flinched when she saw his strong young legs opening and a 
grin spreading over his boyishly handsome face. She squirmed in her seat, 
hoping that nobody would look up and see her reaction to Randy's teasing. It 
was no way for a thirty-five-year-old schoolteacher to behave in front of 
her ninth grade English class, she knew. But what could she do? The boy had 
her in a sexual trance and there was no escaping his power. 

Randy Dennis was one of the most sexually active kids in Martsville High and 
one of the most attractive even at his tender age. Melanie had pieced 
together a fairly accurate portrait" of the boy and his sexual drives from 
snippets of gossip she had heard around school. He was her next door 
neighbor, too, which gave her further insight into his character and which 
made his assault on her even more embarrassing for her. 

Randy had been trying to turn her on for a long time, for several months in 
fact. Melanie was no fool as far as sexual intentions were concerned. She 
knew perfectly well that young Randy had the hots for her, although she 
honestly didn't know why. How could a boy so young have hot feelings for a 
woman old enough to be his mother? Melanie knew that she had been beautiful 
once, more beautiful than anyone else she had known. She knew that men had 
chased her all her life, even though she had wanted nothing to do with them. 
She knew that they had chased after her until every man in Martsville had 
been informed in no uncertain terms that Miss Melanie Terrell was not and 
would not be available for sex, love, feminine companionship, or any 
combination of the afore mentioned. And her coldness had been effective. 

But was she still the sexy Melanie who had once attracted and excited half 
the men in town? She wondered, wondered seriously. She knew that her concern 
was silly since she had never consciously used her cock-stiffening beauty to 
advantage. But she wondered nevertheless. And she wondered whether perhaps 
she had forced herself to accept too low an opinion of her own feminine 
attractiveness, an attractiveness that she was seriously afraid had withered 
through the years. Perhaps if her hot-cocked young admirer in the front-row 
really found her as exciting as he apparently did she might still be the 
beauty she had once been. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might have some self 
re-evaluation to do. And perhaps it was long overdue. 

Melanie had resisted all attempts to seduce her, had resisted all attempts 
to put her into the position of having to accept a man's advances even when 
those advances had been quiet and considerate. She could not, and would not, 
have feelings for men. And she had good reason for her apparent coldness, at 
least her tortured subconscious told her that she had good reason. Melanie 
had suffered once at the hands of a male animal and was not about to suffer 
again. She had been cruelly ravished by a man who had taken her virginity 
and destroyed her self-respect at a tender age. That man had vented upon her 
his driving desire for raw brutal sex, a cruel carnality that her pain had 
made her believe was shared by all males. 

But even though Melanie had denied her admirers access to her body there was 
no denying her own burning desires. Melanie Terrell was and had always been 
sexually responsive and sensually alive, in spite of herself. Her pussy 
burned with the same passions that ignited the cunts of other women and her 
desire for sex was just as strong and all pervading. But she was terribly 
afraid of sex with men and her fear was stronger than her sexual urges. 

She still remembered the terrible experience that had closed her mind to the 
idea of fucking even though she desired hot sex more than anything else in 
her life. She remembered it as if it had happened only the night before. It 
came to her in nightmares and it came to her during her waking hours 
whenever her mind wandered, far from the protection of her day to day 
duties. She remembered that night even now as she closed her eyes in an 
effort to avoid looking into Randy's glittering eyes. 

Melanie was thirteen at the time, as pretty and fresh a girl as anyone knew. 
She was open and friendly, not having experienced anything in life but 
happiness. Her family was wealthy and her parents loving although quite 
strict. She had nothing to fear from life and it was her total trust in 
people that led her into the terror-filled night of her rape. 

She was walking along all alone that night, carrying home a package for her 
mother from the corner drugstore. Nothing dangerous ever happened in Boland 
and her mother was not afraid to send her out at night on errands. But 
tonight would be different. Melanie thought she head a sound behind her when 
she stepped out of the ring of light cast by the last streetlamp on the 
block before hers. She turned around expecting to see one of her neighbors. 
Instead she found herself face to face with the meanest-looking man she had 
ever seen. He was as big as a house and his face was shrouded in shadows. 
She stopped, not out of fear exactly but out of curiosity, and the man 
walked toward her. He appeared menacing when he got closer to her and she 
began to feel the first surges of fear. The rough looking man smiled down at 
her with a dirty twinkle in his eye. He wasn't any older than her daddy, she 
guessed, although he didn't look anything like him. The man wasn't exactly 
ugly but he sure looked mean. 

"What's your name, little girl?" the rough voice asked. 

"Melanie." she replied, having been taught to be polite at all times. 

"Melanie, would you like to see something you've never seen before?" the big 
man asked. 

"Well ... Well...." Melanie stumbled. 

"Sure you would." the man said. "You'll like what I've got to show you. 
Besides, I'll give you all the money I've got in my pocket if you'll come 
with me." 

"All the money in your pocket? Really?" Melanie asked, realizing how many 
ice cream cones she could buy. 

"Every penny." he said, reaching into his pocket and jangling his change. 

Melanie's grandfather had always given her all the money in his pocket when 
he had come to visit. In fact he had always reached into his pocket and 
jangled his change just the way this stranger did. Perhaps there was nothing 
to be afraid of after all. And besides, she was getting curious about the 
mysterious thing he had to show her. 

"Come with me down this alley." the big man said, jangling his change again. 

He took Melanie's hand and led her down the alley until they were in the 
dark. He led her between two huge brick incinerators behind two old brick 
houses backed her up against the wall of one of the incinerators. He stood 
in front of her, his legs spread wide. He reached out and put his hand 
against her soft warm cheek. His hand felt hot and rough against her face. 
He let his fingers brush over her pretty little lips. She tried to move her 
head but he held her with his other hand. She didn't know now whether or not 
she liked this big stranger. 

"You sure do have pretty lips, little girl. What was your name again, dear?" 
he asked. 

"Melanie ... I want to go home." she said, her eyes brimming with tears. 

"Oh, don't be afraid, Melanie dear. I'm not as mean as I look." the man 
said. "Here, take this." he added, reaching into his pocket and taking out a 
handful of change. 

He put the change in her hand but she dropped it at her feet. All she wanted 
now was to be home with her mommy and daddy. But the man seemed to want to 
keep her there. She was beginning to shake with fear. The big man pushed her 
up against the brick wall and held her there with his rough hand on her 
delicate shoulder. Then he told her not to move a muscle. His voice was 
meaner now, meaner and more dangerous, deep and dark. She didn't dare 
disobey him now. 

The big stranger laughed and reached down in front of his body. He grinned 
at the little girl and started to unzip his fly. Melanie stared in rapt 
attention. She had never seen anyone do that before. When her daddy did 
something like that he always went into another room and she had no 
brothers. She was curious to see what would happen next. Was he going to 
pee? In front of her? It was impossible. She couldn't believe it. What would 
her mommy think when she told her all about this nasty man? 

But the nasty man was going to do more than pee, she soon discovered. He 
unzipped his pants and reached inside for a second. Melanie's eyes grew big 
when she saw what he had to show her. He whipped out a big, thick 
banana-shaped thing. He held it in his hand and shook it at her. He peeled 
back the skin on the thick end of it and a thick reddish-purple 
mushroom-shaped thing appeared. She was amazed. Was that what her daddy's 
pee-pee looked like? She was still afraid of the man but at least now she 
was interested again. 

"This is my cock, Melanie." the man said. "Do you like it? Would you like to 
feel it, honey?" 

Melanie didn't want to feel it. But the man reached out and took her hand in 
his. He brought her hand over the big thing and let it drop. She felt the 
incredible heat of the man's huge penis surging up through her hand. She 
also began to feel the thing moving as if it had a life of its own. The 
thing started to get hard, thickening and growing by the minute. She could 
see the man's pisser even in the dark shadows that surrounded them. The man 
made her close her little hand around the thick shaft of his cock. She felt 
it jerking and swelling, felt the thick thing pounding with blood. The man 
made her move her hand up and down over his dick, which soon stuck straight 
out in front of him. 

After she had let him move her hand for a minute or two he took her other 
hand and made her search around inside his fly. She didn't know what he 
expected her to find there. Eventually she felt a big hot thing down between 
his legs, hanging loosely beneath the shaft of his big pee-pee. She thought 
the mass of hot flesh was one object at first. When she closed her hand 
around it she found that it was really two egg-shaped things inside a hairy, 
wrinkled sack or something. The things inside the sack seemed to move all by 
themselves as if they, like the man's hard pee-pee, had a life of their own. 

"Those are my balls, Melanie. Squeeze them. Not too tight! There that's 
right. Do you like my balls?" the man asked, reaching out to feel her cheek 
again. 

Melanie didn't answer the man. Instead she puckered up her little lips and 
began to cry. There seemed to be something wrong with all this. She wanted 
nothing to do with the powerful man or his hard pee-pee. Why did he want her 
to touch him there anyway? What was the purpose of it? He didn't need her to 
help him pee. And besides, he wasn't peeing anyway. He was just standing 
there in front of her grunting and feeling her cheeks. She wanted to go 
home. 

"I want to go home!" she cried, stamping her foot. "I want to go home to my 
mommy! Let me go!" 

"You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you!" the man glowered at 
her. "Get your hand back on my cock, girl!" 

The man put his fingers around Melanie's throat and squeezed. She tried to 
scream but he squeezed even harder, his hard fingers choking the life out of 
her. He told her to shut her mouth. She obeyed but still could not fight 
back the tears that poured from her eyes. He held his hand at her throat 
while she put her hand back on his arching cock and made the same motions he 
had showed her how to make. He seemed quieter while she was doing that to 
him, as if that could save her from greater harm at his hands. But he wasn't 
satisfied with that for very long. 

"Bend down and put your mouth on it!" he ordered in his roughest voice. 

"No ... No ... I don't want to...." Melanie cried. 

"Do it or I'll kill you, girl!" he roared. "If you want to see your mommy 
and daddy again, you'll do what you're told. Now suck my cock! Suck it, you 
little bitch! Suck the fucking thing!" 

He grabbed her by the back of the neck and bent her down over the shaft of 
his rod. When her face was only an inch or two away from it, she opened her 
tear-filled eyes and stared at the big purple head of his pee-pee. She had 
never seen anything like it. It had an eyelike opening in the end of it. It 
was tight and glistening in the moonlight and it looked as hot as it felt. 
She noticed as she stared at it that a drop of crystal-clear fluid had 
started to ooze from the tip of the head of it. The drop ran down into a 
crevice that seemed to form two halves of the thing. 

She felt the hand at the back of her neck forcing her face even closer to 
the man's cock. Soon her lips were brushing against the head of his hard 
cock. She tried to resist but the man squeezed the back of her neck until 
she felt pain. He pushed her toward him, at the same time thrusting out his 
hips and forcing the head of his cock between her pretty little lips. She 
felt the flesh of his turgid dick-head pressing up against her teeth. It 
felt powerful and as big as a purple plum. 

"Kiss it! Kiss my cock!" the man grumbled. "Kiss my cock like a nice little 
girl!" 

She couldn't resist the pressure on the back of her neck. She pursed her 
lips and planted a dry kiss on the head of the stranger's angry cock. She 
hated doing such a thing but there was nothing she could do. She kissed it 
again and again. She felt him forcing her face down along the rock-hard 
curve of his jerking cock, felt him forcing her to kiss his cock-shaft from 
the head to the root and back again. Why did he like that so much, she 
wondered. 

"Now lick it! Lick my fucking prick! Lick my prick with your 
thirteen-year-old tongue, little girl! Lick it good! I'm hot for it, baby!" 
the man ordered. 

Melanie had to obey. She opened her pretty mouth and stuck out her tongue. 
She hesitated at first and then started flicking her tongue aimlessly over 
the head of the child-molester's cock. She tasted the salty fluid that oozed 
from the little slit in the end of the man's cock. It was hot and salty and 
very slippery on her tongue. She didn't mind the taste of it all that much 
but she hated the way he made her suck the stuff up. He was so mean and 
heartless, so rough and dangerous that she could have died of fear. And yet 
there was no escape, no escape at all. She had to do what he forced her to 
do to him, even though she really didn't know why he wanted her to do these 
things to him. 

"Suck the. shaft of the fucking thing!" she heard the man say. 

She did as she was told, pursing her lips and sucking at the skin on the 
shaft of his cock. She sucked all the way down to the rough curly hair 
beneath his fly. She sucked until his pelvis began to move in and out, as if 
he were forcing his pee-pee into something. She felt his cock-shaft rubbing 
against her soft cheeks as he sawed it in and out against her face. He was 
getting terribly excited, she knew. But why? 

"Suck it! Suck my dick, you little cunt! Put it in your mouth! Do it!" the 
stranger roared. 

She had to obey again. She opened her little mouth wide and tried to take 
the bobbing head of his cock into her little face. But it was much too big, 
she thought. She tried again but could not get it into her mouth. The big 
thing was almost the size of a little girl's fist, much too big to fit in 
her face. 

"Get it in there!" the man growled. "I can't!" Melanie cried. "It's too 
big!" 

"All right, cunt! I'll just have to put it somewhere else then." 

Melanie screamed once when she felt his hands squeezing her arm and forcing 
her to her knees. She didn't have a chance to scream again. She heard her 
dress tearing. She felt a piece of cloth tight against her mouth, and in a 
minute she had been gagged, the piece of her dress knotted tight against the 
back of her head, the material stifling her screams. She felt her dress 
being ripped to shreds, felt her soft skin burning where the material of her 
dress was torn from her body. What was left of her garment was pulled over 
her head and thrown into the incinerator. She was wearing only her 
undergarments now. She shivered with fear. She felt her underwear being 
forced down around her feet. In a minute she was naked. 

She felt the man's hand on her leg, moving up and up until his fingers were 
brushing against the secret place at the juncture of her young legs. She 
tried to break free of his grasp again when she felt his fingers between her 
legs. It was such a strange feeling! Even her mother didn't put her fingers 
there. And she had been getting such peculiar feelings there lately, 
feelings that she had never had before. The man stopped her before she had a 
chance to run away. She felt the sharp sting of his hard fingers against her 
cheeks. 

She was up against the brick wall now, her soft delicate flesh pressing up 
against the roughness of the wall, her delicate young body naked and exposed 
to the man's exploration. She felt tiny and alone. She felt the man's hands 
roving over her legs, over her belly, over her tiny breasts, over her 
shoulders. She felt his hot hands playing with the thing between her young 
legs, felt his fingers opening and closing the outer lips of her sensitive 
maidenhood. She tried to wriggle free, tried too, to close her legs to him, 
tried to clamp her legs together. He only seemed to enjoy her resistance, 
spurred on by it, incensed by it. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you, little bitch. You ever been screwed? I guess 
not, you little cunt. But you're going to get it now, baby! I'm about to 
give you a taste of cock that you'll never forget. I'm going to take your 
cherry!" the rapist moaned. 

Helpless Melanie suddenly felt the burly man's hairy body crushing up 
against her. He had dropped his pants to the ground and had opened his 
shirt. He pressed up against with no regard at all for her comfort. She was 
terrified and lost. She felt the rod of his iron-hard cock rubbing up 
against her belly, wetting it all over with his slippery pre-cum. She felt 
him press his cock down between her quivering young legs. She felt the head 
of the huge monster being forced against the pouting lips of her precious 
and untouched pussy. She had only touched herself there when she went to the 
toilet, and then only when necessary. But now this strange man was touching 
her there with his own big thing. She was ashamed beyond belief. 

She screamed when she felt the thick fist-sized head of the man's monster 
push its way into her tight young cunny. She wished the whole neighborhood 
could hear her scream of pain and fear, but she was tightly gagged and 
nobody heard her at all. She trembled with pain when she felt her tiny hymen 
breaking when he banged his dick into her tender passage. The searing fire 
surged through her from head to toe. It was quick, this pain, but it was 
terrible. When the pain disappeared she was conscious of the sensation of 
fullness between her legs, as if there was something huge inside her very 
body. She looked down and saw the mean rapist had actually inserted his huge 
cock all the way up her little belly. 

The man was not content to just leave it inside her, either. He began moving 
back and forth, sawing his hard cock back and forth inside the little girl's 
vagina. Melanie felt something like blood trickling out of her tightly 
stretched cunny. She wondered why he was doing that to her, wondered why he 
was rocking back and forth on his heels. He made her move with each thrust 
he made. It was not long before another sensation began to make itself known 
to Melanie for the first time, a sensation of the most intense pleasure 
imaginable. 

Melanie felt what seemed to be tingling electrical shocks, shocks that were 
not shocks at all, shocks that were indescribable. She had never felt such 
surging tingles before. They seemed to radiate from a point in her young 
pussy and spread up her belly like fires. And the longer the man worked his 
red-hot cock inside her, the more intense those sensations became. They made 
her legs tremble and her hips gyrate. It was almost too much for her to 
resist. She hated and feared the horrible man who had impaled her with his 
hot cock but at the same time she needed him to keep the sensations rising 
in her cunt. She realized eventually that it was the friction of his arching 
cock on that little turgid bud of flesh in her cunt that made her feel so 
excited between her legs. It was quite a discovery. 

But the mean man didn't seem to care whether he was making her feel great 
pleasure or not. All he seemed to care about was his own pleasure, which was 
increasing by the minute. His thrusts became harder and shorter, faster and 
faster. Melanie was actually lifted up off the ground by his jerking 
cock-shaft. The pain was beginning to return, too, beginning to tear at her 
insides. His cock was just too big for her to take for very long pounding 
away inside her young body. She felt the intense and peculiar pleasure in 
her pussy, but it was overshadowed by the pain in her cunt and the fear of 
this nasty man. 

Suddenly, when the man's thrusts were coming hard and fast, he froze stiff 
and grunted. His arching cock stuck up straight inside her belly and pressed 
hard against the soft walls of her young vagina. He lifted her young body up 
off the ground and held her shoulders in a strong and painful grip. He 
crushed his lips against Melanie's and sucked at her. What was happening to 
him, she wondered. Then a very strange thing happened inside her, two very 
strange things in fact. 

First of all she felt a sudden flash of indescribable pleasure surging from 
her violated young vagina all the way up her belly and burning into her 
brain. It was a flash of pleasure that she would never forget. Even in the 
midst of her terrible pain and degradation it was a beautiful feeling. It 
melted her insides, made her feel warm all over, made her tense young frame 
relax. She heard herself whimpering as the flash coursed through her. She 
wondered if the mean man felt her body relax, wondered what had caused her 
sudden surge of hot pleasure. And then the second strange thing happened. 

She suddenly felt what seemed to be gallons of some hot stuff shooting up 
inside her belly. At first she thought the dirty man was peeing up inside 
her cunny. But the feeling was more like a series of quick blasts of 
something inside her. The blasts kept coming and coming and while they came 
the man was still and tense. His eyes were shut tightly and his body was 
hard against her. She felt his hairy muscles pressing against her, felt his 
hairy groin pressing up against her hairless cunt. He seemed to like 
whatever it was that was happening to him. She wondered if he was feeling 
the same thing she felt a second ago. And when the shooting inside her had 
stopped she felt the man relax just as she had earlier. It was a strange 
experience for a little girl, one that she could never forget. 

The man wasn't through with her yet, however. She felt his huge cock getting 
softer inside her belly, felt it slipping out through the tight orifice 
between her thirteen-year-old legs. And when he had slipped out of her she 
couldn't help staring down in front of her at his pee-pee. The big thing 
hung down in front of him, limp and hot-looking. He spread his hairy 
muscular legs as if to show her his soft organ. She noticed that it was 
dripping thick milk-white stuff that made long strands as it fell to the 
ground from the tip of his purple-headed cock. The stuff was oozing out of 
her pussy too, oozing out in thick rivulets and dripping down her naked, 
smooth legs. She wondered what the stuff was, but was too terrified and hurt 
to do anything to satisfy her curiosity. 

The man detected her interest and reached down between her legs, smoothing 
his big, callused hand over her hairless naked cunt. He wiped up the stuff 
that dripped out of her recently violated pussy and put it to her lips. She 
resisted at first but he slapped her across the face and made her do what he 
wanted. She was still gagged and so could not open her mouth very wide. He 
made her kiss his fingers. She tasted the nutty-salty tasting thick fluid 
from his fingers. He covered her lips with thick sticky stuff. He rubbed it 
all over her young face, making it mingle with the tears that still ran from 
her frightened eyes. 

"That's my fucking cum, little cunt!" the man growled. "That's my goddamn 
sperm. Comes out of my goddamn nuts, baby! Like it? Like .the fucking taste 
of my sperm, little girl? You better like it, bitch! You're gonna have a lot 
more men shoot that stuff up your cunt and into your little mouth before you 
grow up! They're gonna fuck you just like I am, cunt! So you'd better not 
forget this night, little girl! I'm not gonna let you forget it!" he roared, 
slapping her terrified face again and again. 

Melanie saw between slaps that the man's pee-pee was rising again. The 
harder he hit her the higher his thing rose up. It filled out and began to 
jerk and throb down between his hairy legs. Melanie was not only hurt and 
afraid, but she was giving up hope, too. There was nothing she could do to 
escape him, no one she could call to for help. She was lost. She was on the 
brink of unconsciousness. Her face hurt terribly from the slaps he was 
showering her with. Her entire body ached and throbbed with pain. 

She suddenly became conscious of a new pain, a pain in her butt. She 
realized that she had been turned around, her face pressed up against the 
brick wall, her sensitive skin scratching against the rough brick. The man 
had put his big cock against the crack of her little ass. He had pushed his 
cock-head up tightly against the puckered ring of her anus, had made his 
fist-sized cock-head go inside her tiny asshole. The pain he caused her was 
terrible, too terrible to bear. She felt a searing fire burn through her 
from behind. Combined with the general pain his vicious rape had caused her 
it was too much to take. She saw a blinding flash of light when he thrust 
his rock-hard organ into her, and she passed at, slumping to the ground, 
held up only by the cock in her little ass. 

Melanie almost screamed inside as she remembered the night of her horrid 
rape. It was too awful to think about even twenty-two years later. It had 
ruined her life more or less. She remembered coming to consciousness in a 
hospital bed the next day with her parents and the doctor hovering over her, 
looking concerned and even frightened. They had another look on their faces, 
too, a look that Melanie only later realized was a look of shame, deep and 
irradicable shame. 

She hadn't been seriously hurt by the rapist, although she had spent several 
days in the hospital recuperating. She might even have recovered from the 
shock and inner pain that the cruel rape had caused her had her parents not 
been so deeply affected by her ravishment. Unfortunately they had been more 
ashamed and crushed by the entire experience than Melanie herself had. They 
were so crushed in fact by the publicity that had to spread through the 
small town of Boland that they decided that they had to leave town never to 
return. They pulled up roots in the small town and moved to Martsville, 
several states away. 

The sudden loss of all of her hometown friends was enough to hurt any little 
girl at such a tender age. But she suffered in many other ways too from the 
after effects of the brutal rape. Her parents were to blame in many ways for 
her suffering. They felt it necessary to drill her constantly in the ways of 
resisting the temptation to be loose with her morals. After a while she came 
to realize that now that she had lost her virginity she was destined to be a 
loose slut if she ever once succumbed to the temptation that she knew would 
be with her always. She had to resist all the men who would try to get into 
her well-filled pants. And try they did. 

Her loss of virginity did nothing to her crotch-grabbing beauty. She grew 
more beautiful day by day until she was the sexiest honeypot in town. And 
all the boys knew how mind-boggling her beauty was, even though she tried to 
hide it by dressing down. They were always after her body, these boys who 
had only one thing on their minds. 

They were after her pretty ass in high school and when she went off to 
college. But she had managed to resist them, had managed to preserve her 
self-respect, the self-respect that had become for her a sort of artificial 
virginity. 

But Melanie's pussy, although it was beyond the reach of men, was as hot and 
fresh as any other young cunt. She burned with the same passion for sex as 
any other young woman. She was afraid to be hurt again by a man and would 
not allow any man near her. But she dreamed of sex nevertheless and had come 
to vent her pent-up sexual tensions by masturbating with an electric dildo. 
But her dildo, even though she had learned to depend on it, was a poor 
excuse for a flesh and blood cock, she knew. And there was more to her 
sexual frustration than her fear of men. 

Melanie Terrell had developed through the years not only a fear of men but 
an undeniable desire for young boys. She was afraid of men her own age or 
slightly younger and absolutely terrified of men even slightly older than 
she was. She was afraid that big men might treat her roughly and make her 
remember the pain of her violent rape as a mere child. She knew that her 
fears were silly and unnecessary. She was an intelligent and self-analyzing 
woman who could usually come to an understanding of her inner drives. But 
her fear simply would not vanish even under the cold light of introspection. 

She loved young boys, loved them and desired them. She realized that her 
desire was abnormal and had to be submerged, not because it was particularly 
bad in a moral sense but because the local people simply would not tolerate 
a teacher in their midst who seduced their young boys. She realized too that 
she loved boys because they were essentially innocent, at least more 
innocent than men her age who had tasted sex and had uncontrollable urges 
that might hurt her. But boys were more tender, she thought, even though 
some of them seemed to share the sexual urges that other men apparently felt 
for her. It was those boys she tried to avoid and had managed to avoid all 
her teaching career. 

There were times when her desire for young boys filled her with such 
horniness that she could hardly resist it. There were times when teaching 
high school was almost too much for her to take. There were so many handsome 
young boys in her classes, so many kids who were in their sexual primes or 
on the brink of their young manhood. And when these boys tried to interest 
her in them as they invariably did she felt herself almost succumbing to 
temptation. Sometimes she felt like raping her classroom boys. She dreamed 
about them, more and more frequently the older she became. She imagined 
their bodies, imagined their young sexual organs, imagined taking their 
cocks in her mouth, imagined holding their bodies, imagined examining them 
in great and loving detail. And her imagination fed the hot fires of her 
burning lust. 

At the moment her greatest temptation was sitting in the front row in the 
form of Randy Dennis. She had closed her eyes while she relived her terrible 
nightmare of rape and degradation. 

And now that her thoughts were on more recent sexual problems she had to 
keep her eyes closed even more tightly. The thought of Randy's excitingly 
developed young body was burning into her like a hot poker. She wanted him 
more than anything else in the world. And she feared him more than anything 
else in the world. He was too aggressive and too much on her mind. He had 
about him a dangerous aura. It was as if he knew as well as she did that 
they would be inevitably drawn together in some mysterious and taboo way. It 
was an unsettling thought at best and one that n ade her dizzy. She dared 
not look at him, dared not let her eyes fall to the hard thickness of his 
displayed sex. She had to shut herself off from the rest of the world until 
he was safely out of the room. She waited for the buzzer to sound the end of 
the last class period of the day, waited for the buzzer to bring an end to 
her embarrassment and misery. She was always waiting for something, she 
thought. It would only be a matter of time. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When the buzzer finally shattered her reverie she announced that class was 
dismissed without opening her eyes and without raising her head from the 
book in which she had buried her pretty face. She heard the students 
shuffling out of the room, losing no time since it was the last class of the 
day and since they all had better things to do than sit around in school. 
She waited until she was sure that everyone was out of the room before she 
opened her eyes and raised her head. When she opened her eyes she was 
shocked and amazed to see her young tormenter standing in front of her desk, 
his books in his arm and a dirty grin on his handsome smooth young face. She 
knew perfectly well that her shock was visible in her facial expression. Her 
face mirrored her emotions perfectly, a problem for a woman in her delicate 
position, a problem for a woman with something to hide. 

"Uh ... Miss Terrell, I need some help." Randy said, looking down at her 
desk top and then quickly looking back up at her clear blue eyes. 

She flinched when he looked her in the eye. She knew that he needed no help 
with his work. He was the brightest boy in her class and knew the material 
like the back of his hand. She knew what kind of help he was after, and it 
made her tremble inside. Her pussy was burning with desire for the boy. She 
wondered if her desire was visible on her face, wondered if the fire in her 
cunt showed in her clear eyes. 

"What kind of help do you need, Randy?" she asked in a dry voice. "Don't you 
understand the assignment for tomorrow?" 

"For tomorrow? Oh, you mean for Monday. Tomorrow's Saturday, Miss Terrell." 
the boy said. 

"Well ... Yes ... That's right, tomorrow is Saturday. But what's your 
question, Randy?" she asked, somewhat flustered. 

Melanie was always forgetting what day it was. Every day was the same for 
her, anyway, one big bore after another. 

"Oh ... I don't know ... Oh, yeah. Let me see...." Randy said, drawing out 
his words as if to think of something. 

"Do you have a question or don't you, Randy. If not, please leave." she 
snapped. 

Melanie knew that her crossness was not going to get her out of this 
situation. She knew that Randy had been studying her for a long time and she 
knew that he saw through her facades and could predict her every action. It 
made her awfully nervous. 

"Oh, yeah. I remember now, Miss Terrell. It's in Hamlet. Y'know that line 
where Hamlet says: 'Get thee to a nunnery.' Isn't that what he says, Miss 
Terrell?" Randy smiled. 

Melanie was silent. She knew what was coming. 

"Sure, that's it. Here. Right here, Miss Terrell. See." Randy said very 
slowly, teasingly. 

He sat on the edge of her desk, crossing his legs and turning toward her. 
The proximity of his body to her was exciting her beyond belief. He looked 
down at her with an expression that melted her pussy. She closed her eyes 
for a second, trying in vain to escape the situation. When she looked up at 
him he grinned at her in a way that terrified her. 

"Here it is, Miss Terrell." he continued, putting his Shakespeare on the 
desk and pointing to a line in it. " 'Get thee to a nunnery.' See? Now what 
I want to know is what is a nunnery, anyway? I know it's not a place where 
nuns live. That doesn't make any sense at all. So what is a nunnery?" he 
asked, grinning at her with a glitter in his clear young eyes. 

"Well, a nunnery is...." Melanie stuttered. 

"Yes, Miss Terrell? I really would like to know." he continued, watching her 
carefully for her reaction. 

"Don't you already know what a nunnery is?" she asked, knowing perfectly 
well that he was trying to embarrass her. 

"Well, I might know." he drawled. "Somebody told me a nunnery was kind of a 
... Well, you don't mind if I say the word do you?" 

Melanie gritted her teeth and prepared for the worst. 

"Somebody told me that a nunnery was the same as a whorehouse. Is that true, 
Miss Terrell?" he asked, moving closer to her, his grin spreading over his 
face. 

"I suppose it is, Randy." she whispered, her voice failing her. 

"Well, that's really something, Miss Terrell. How 'bout that. You mean those 
guys way back then used to go to whorehouses, too! Goddamn!" Randy laughed, 
slapping his hand on the desk top for emphasis. 

"Please!" Melanie snapped. 

"What's the matter, Miss Terrell? It's just history, isn't it? I mean those 
guys must've had hard-ons, too. They must've had to fuck somebody!" he said, 
uncrossing his legs and letting his feet rest on the floor. 

Melanie couldn't believe what was happening to her. The boy was wantonly 
displaying his hard organ for her now. She couldn't keep her eyes off it, 
couldn't keep her gaze from falling between his spread legs and resting on 
his bulging crotch. The boy was remarkably well-developed for his sixteen 
years. His legs were long and heavily muscled, his shoulders broad and his 
stomach tight and lean. She was amazed at the control he had over himself. 
He was sitting there with his hard erection jerking down his pants leg. His 
breathing was slow and controlled, his voice calm and his eyes carefully 
observing her reactions, which were anything but controlled. 

She knew perfectly well that the boy was aware of the powerful effect he was 
having on her. He was so close to her, so virile and so excited. It was more 
than she could resist. She felt her cunt heating up, felt her pussy 
moistening, felt her clitoris tingling. She crossed her legs, trying to 
adjust herself to her nervousness and sexual excitement. But there was no 
hiding her passion. She tried to tear her horny eyes away from the boy's 
crotch, tried to turn her attention away from the cock she had desired for 
so long, ever since the boy had moved into her neighborhood two years 
before. 

"Yeah, Miss Terrell. I guess those guys way back then got horny too a lot. 
Of course they had a 'nunnery' to go to for their fucking. Around Martsville 
there's no whorehouse, understand? And us guys get horny, too." Randy said, 
his words searing into her mind, making her legs quiver and her cunt tingle. 

Melanie felt herself losing the battle. 

"Like me, for instance. See, I've got this fuckin' hard-on right now, and 
there's nothing I can do to get it down except jack off. Know what I mean?" 
he asked, looking into her eyes. "Yeah, Miss Terrell, I think you know what 
I mean. You know who raised this hard-on?" 

Melanie shook her head absentmindedly. She didn't want to respond to him, 
didn't want him to know that she was even listening to his dirty language or 
the obscene suggestions he seemed to be making. But she could not help 
herself. She shook her head and waited for his next remark. 

She felt her cunt wetting the crotch of her panties. 

"You raised this big old hard-on, Miss Terrell! You did it all by yourself. 
Sure! Of course you probably didn't do it on purpose. But, shit, Miss 
Terrell, you make a lot of the guys around here as hard as hell. It's a 
shame, too. I mean, it's a shame that you just make 'em hard and leave 'em 
to jack off like that." Randy said, teasing her with every word. 

"I didn't ... I didn't mean to...." she heard herself say. 

"Oh shit, I know you didn't mean to. But hell, Miss Terrell, you did it 
anyway! You make me as hard as a rock. I like your body, lady. Sure! You've 
got a great body, built real nice. Nice tits, nice ass, great legs." he 
said, reaching out and putting his hot young hand on her knee. "Too bad you 
have to wear such long dresses and such high-necked dresses. It's a shame to 
hide what you've got!" 

Apparently noting that Melanie was no longer in any condition to resist him, 
the boy reached out with his other hand and dropped it on her breast. She 
felt his warm hand through the frilly material of her blouse. Her nipples 
stiffened and stood out beneath her garment just as she had always known 
they would if he ever touched her there. She felt her tits rubbing against 
the material of her blouse, exciting her breasts even further. 

She looked down at the boy's rigid cock-bulge and saw that his pants were 
wet at the end of his cock where his dick had been oozing the pre-cum fluid 
she remembered so well. She wanted to reach out and touch him there, wanted 
to feel the thick jerking pole of flesh that stuck down his pants leg, 
wanted to knead the heavy young nuts that were bunched between his strong 
legs. She was ashamed of her reaction to him. 

"You really like that, don't you, Miss Terrell. I knew you would. Girls 
always like it when a guy feels their tits. And you've got quite a pair. You 
ever had a guy feel your tits?" he asked, squeezing her breast through her 
blouse. 

"N ... No ... No!" she forced herself to say, her voice dry and almost 
inaudible. 

"You kiddin'?" Randy asked, a note of true incredulity in his voice. "You 
mean you never had a guy touch you there? Like it?" 

Melanie wanted to open her blouse and expose her more than ample breasts to 
the boy. She wanted him to knead her tits and fondle them until she couldn't 
stand it. She wanted him to run his hands up and down over her huge globes, 
smoothing his fingers against the silken skin of her warm bosoms. She wanted 
him to bend over and kiss her there, wanted him to plant wet kisses over her 
breasts, wanted him to take her nipples in his mouth and suck her tits like 
a baby. She wanted all of this and more. But she was frozen with fear, 
hypnotized by his eyes, which burned with passion. 

"Why don't you feel my dick, Miss Terrell? Why don't you just put your hand 
out and take a quick feel? Nothin' wrong with that, is there? Go ahead! You 
want it, and I want it. Nobody's gonna know! Go ahead and touch my hard-on. 
You're drivin' me nuts!" Randy whispered. 

Melanie felt herself reaching out almost unconsciously in the direction of 
the boy's crotch. She had no control over her hand. She tried to draw it 
back but was unable to. She reached closer and closer until she could almost 
swear she felt the heat rising from his blood-filled young cock. She felt 
his hand roaming over her breasts, felt his fingers slowly unbuttoning her 
blouse. She clamped her legs together as if to stifle the fire that blazed 
between them. His body was closer to her now, filling her with his virile 
presence. 

"There. Just drop your hand on it." Randy whispered. 

Melanie almost felt the swelling of his cock when she drew her hand back and 
gasped. Randy swung himself around and faced her full front. He put both 
feet on the seat of her chair, his legs spread, his crotch directly in front 
of her, his legs holding her a prisoner in her own classroom. His lusty 
hands were still on her massive breasts, his legs rubbing against her 
thighs. Something made her reach out again to feel his rod. Her fingers 
descended, inch by inch toward their taboo target. And then a knock at the 
door shattered the silence. 

"Miss Terrell?" a voice called from outside in the hall. 

Even Randy was upset by the intrusion, and rightly so. If anyone ever caught 
him doing such things to a teacher he would probably be expelled, even if 
the teacher in question really wanted him to seduce her. He swung around and 
jumped down from Miss Terrell's desk. Melanie sat up straight and 
straightened her dress. She buttoned the three or four buttons that Randy 
had managed to undo, her hands shaking. Randy adjusted his pants, trying to 
hide his dripping erection by changing his stance. It was impossible to hide 
the huge thing. He picked up his notebook and held it in front of his body. 

"Ready to lock up now!" Mr. Barnes the janitor called, opening the door a 
crack. "You done in here?" 

"Yes, Mr. Barnes ... I'm done...." Melanie coughed. 

She knew that Mr. Barnes hadn't seen anything of Randy's attempts to seduce 
her, but she felt as though they had been caught in the act. Randy seemed to 
share that feeling, his face flushing, his hands gripping his notebook 
tightly. He gave Melanie a quick glance and strode out of the room, walking 
stiff-legged due to the thick organ that stuck down his leg. He brushed past 
the janitor and turned back to face Melanie at the last minute. 

"I'll be seeing you again, Miss Terrell. I have some other ... questions." 
Randy grinned at the embarrassed Melanie. 

Melanie sat there at her desk for a moment or two dumbfounded and unable to 
really believe what had just happened, or almost happened to her. In all her 
years of teaching young high school students, not one of them had been so 
brazen in their attempts to seduce her. Certainly many had had crushes on 
her in the usual harmless sense. And there had been many horny boys in her 
classes who had found her sexually attractive. Some of these boys had a 
habit of stiffening up in class and exposing their hard-ons to her. But none 
of them, at least in recent years, had made any actual effort to approach 
her. Perhaps, she thought, the changing times had something to do with 
Randy's boldness. Perhaps he had learned to go out and take whatever he 
wanted from life without worrying too much about the consequences. Perhaps 
he was the free spirit she had read about secretly in the underground 
newspapers and the like that she had occasionally confiscated from her 
pupils. 

Realizing suddenly where she was, she shot up out of her seat and gathered 
her books and class papers about her and rushed out the door, almost 
knocking Mr. Barnes off his feet in the process. The old man stared down the 
hall after her. 

"That's one delicious piece!" he muttered to himself. 

Melanie went for a long walk in the park that afternoon instead of running 
straight home and going to work grading papers as she usually did. She had a 
lot of thinking to do. She was thirty-five years old now, a delicate age for 
any woman, especially for one who was starved for sex and love as she was. 
And she had to admit that she was indeed hungry for sex and love. She wanted 
nothing more than to be free of her inner fears and frustrations concerning 
sex. She wanted nothing more than to be free like almost everyone she knew, 
free to enjoy life and her body. Perhaps it was time now to cast off her 
fears and the pain that seemed to cover her like a shroud. Perhaps her life 
hadn't really ended the night of her brutal rape. Perhaps she could start 
living even now. The thought intoxicated her. She walked for hours through 
the town and even ventured out of town, walking down a country lane and 
sensing for the first time the reality of nature and the natural world. 

She suddenly realized that she too was part of that natural world. She 
suddenly realized that she too had natural urges, natural fears and natural 
desires. Perhaps those fears and desires had been transmuted by her 
unnatural experience with the cruel man in the alley that night so long ago. 
Perhaps she could somehow, even now, get back in touch with the realities 
that had made her life perfectly enjoyable until her thirteenth year when 
her realities were shattered. Perhaps it wasn't such a dismal world after 
all. And perhaps Randy had opened that formerly forgotten world to her 
again. By the time night fell, she was brimming with joy. 

It was quite late when she finally found herself home again. She had been 
lost for hours in her deep self-analysis. When she got home, the world 
seemed a much brighter place. She rested a moment or two after her long 
stroll and then went up to her room. She sat at her vanity and admired her 
face in the mirror. It was a lovely face, slightly pale with delicate rosy 
lips, all its contours molded firmly, easily flowing together. Her 
complexion was smooth and clear with a translucent quality that she was 
happy with. Her hair was blonde and beautiful, falling in deep full cascade 
of gold when she let her hair down, which was something she had only done in 
the privacy of her own bedroom. 

She smiled at her reflection and threw her hair back behind her. No more 
stupid buns! She was not an old lady yet and she was not going to act the 
part any longer. 

Melanie slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, letting it fall back 
over her shoulders and drop to the floor. She unsnapped her bra and threw it 
carelessly onto the bed. Her big bosoms stood out firm and proud before her. 
She admired her tits in the mirror. They were beauties, she knew, far better 
than most women's tits. She had always been proud of her voluptuous feminine 
charms, but proud in her own introverted way. As she assessed herself she 
slowly realized that she had no reason to be introverted at all. She was 
beautiful in all her parts. 

She stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror on her closet door. 
It had been a long time since she had admired her body before the mirror, 
too long. She had almost forgotten how beautiful she was. She unzipped her 
skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and threw the 
garment on the bed with her bra. She stood in her slippers now and her 
pantyhose. No wonder all the males had chased after so relentlessly, she 
thought. And her luscious beauty was still perfectly intact. Her breasts 
were still firm and out-thrust, almost obscenely out-thrust. Her thighs were 
still lush and luxuriously rounded, her long slender legs smooth beneath her 
honey-tinted pantyhose. 

She turned in profile and crooked one leg playfully, pirouetting while she 
assessed her feminine charms. She admired the full curve of her finely 
moulded asscheeks. She reached down and grasped the halves of her luscious 
butt, feeling her hot flesh tremble slightly beneath her tight pantyhose. 
Then she slowly rolled the waistband of her pantyhose down over her lower 
belly, exposing her delicate pinkish flesh that seemed to glow with health 
and freshness. She rolled the flimsy garment down until the curly nest of 
her very light brown pubic hair emerged. 

Melanie was almost but not quite blonde between her lovely legs. The golden 
hair that cascaded beautifully over her shoulders was naturally blonde. The 
light love hair on her pussy highlighted her soft delicate skin and 
accentuated the dip of her belly and thighs between her legs. She rolled the 
nylon of her hose down over her buttocks and down past her knees. She 
stepped out of the garment and threw it on the bed with the rest of her 
clothes. She stood before the mirror and began gently massaging her breasts. 
She stroked her gorgeous globes until her light brown nipples began to 
stiffen and stand out pertly. She felt strange little tingles deep down 
inside her breasts, tingles that seemed to travel all the way to her heart. 
She remembered that she had gotten the same feeling deep down inside her 
when young Randy had laid his impertinent hands on her breasts only hours 
before. 

She realized that she would have to seek release from the passion that 
gripped her and held her body in a powerful embrace. Randy had caused her 
hot cunt to moisten and run with the fluids of passion. She hadn't wanted 
his advances at first, had been afraid of him until the last moment of their 
encounter. And yet her body had responded undeniably to him. She still 
burned between her long and lovely legs, burned with the fires of desire. 
Her clitoris tingled and seemed to ache. Her pussy-lips trembled and seemed 
to flutter. Her vaginal channel even seemed to move slightly as she thought 
about her experience in the classroom. She wanted the boy even now. She 
wanted him to be with her in her bedroom. She wanted his hot masculine body 
up against her, forcing her, persuading her, taking her. It would not be 
like it had been with the rapist in the alley, she knew now. It would be 
pure bliss. 

Melanie had massaged her buxom treasures for a while and had let her hands 
slide down over her naked belly and down to the juncture of her full thighs. 
The tinglings in her cunt had grown more and more intense the closer her 
massaging fingers had gotten to her furry nest. She felt her pussy-lips 
moistening again, felt her clit growing hotter and hotter, felt her cunt 
begging for some attention. She knew that she would have to give her sex the 
attention it cried for. She dipped her hand between her legs. Still standing 
in front of the mirror she watched herself play with her wet cunt. She 
rubbed the soft palm of her hand up against the juicy flesh of her cunt. She 
felt the fluids of her hot desires wetting her hand with musky moisture. 

She squeezed her legs together, imagining that it was a boy's hand' that had 
found her secret treasure, imagining that it was Randy Dennis' hand that 
tickled her cunt-lips. She began to manipulate the lips of her sweet sex, 
opening them and tickling the tiny bud of her clit. Each time she touched 
herself there she felt a shock shoot up inside her. It was a beautiful 
sensation and one she wanted to prolong. She slowly inserted her finger into 
her cunt, pretending that her finger was a cock, not the cock of the rapist 
who had hurt her so terribly but the cock of the young boy who had shown 
such interest in her only hours earlier. She hadn't seen Randy's cock, she 
realized, but she had seen enough of it through his tight Levi's to desire 
it inside her. 

She inserted another finger and then another and another until most of her 
hand was inside her. She began moving her hand in and out, pretending it was 
a huge cock pounding with blood. Her fingers rubbed against her clitoris and 
sent waves of fire through her cunt. Her breasts heaved, her legs trembled, 
her eyes blazed with excitement. If only someone were with her! If only 
Randy was shoving his dick inside her! She had to have something inside her 
cunt besides her own hand. She had to have a cock. She knew that having a 
real flesh and blood cock inside her at the moment was out of the question. 
But she did have the next best thing. She did have a dildo for just such a 
purpose, a dildo that she had come to depend on in the past. 

She kept the dildo in her dresser drawer on the other side of the room. With 
her cunt still dripping the secretions of her passion she strode stark naked 
over to her dresser. She froze in terror halfway across the room when she 
realized that her window was wide open and her curtain was drawn. She could 
have fainted with fright. She stood rooted to the spot for a second or two. 
She dashed to the window and pulled down the shade, holding her hands 
between her legs and trying to hide her exposed sexual anatomy. But she 
hesitated for a moment. What she saw in that moment almost made her faint 
again. 

It was Randy, standing in his bedroom window and apparently staring at her. 
She had never realized that his bedroom was directly across from hers. She 
had always closed her curtains as soon as she went up for bed, and she had 
gone to bed early most of her life. Since Randy had always gone to bed after 
she had she had never even seen his light on in his room. But tonight she 
had broken her routine. Tonight she was not herself. She had left her window 
open completely by accident and had exposed herself to the boy's hungry gaze 
while she had played with herself before the mirror. She knew perfectly well 
that the boy could see her entire room, including her vanity where she had 
started undressing and the mirror where she had stood admiring her luscious 
body. He had seen all, and from what she knew about Randy he had taken note 
of it. 

But there was something else about her discovery over her young neighbor's 
observations that unsettled her even more than her embarrassment. In the 
moment before she had pulled down the shade and fallen to her knees in 
disbelief she had noticed that the boy was naked. He was actually standing 
naked in front of his open window, or was he? Had she imagined it in her 
lust? Or was he really standing there naked with his hard cock jutting out 
in front of him? She had to know. 

She quickly ran to the light switch and flicked off the light. The room was 
plunged into darkness. She sat on the floor before the window and tried to 
collect herself. Her cunt was excited and her mind was reeling. What she was 
about to do was dirty and depraved. But she was beyond herself with passion 
now. She would do anything now to satisfy her inner urges. She crawled over 
to her dresser and removed the big plastic dick. She flicked on the switch 
and heard the familiar humming that made the head of the thing vibrate. She 
went over to the window again and fell to her knees. She pushed the humming 
dildo between her legs and forced it against the tingling bud of her excited 
clitoris. She ever-so-carefully pulled back a corner of the shade and peeked 
out into the darkness. Could he see her? Would he realize what she was doing 
to herself? What would be the consequences of this strange night? The 
questions danced in her brain while the dildo danced in her cunt. 

He was still there in the window, standing erect and not apparently giving a 
damn whether she saw him there or not. He was slowly beating himself off, 
pulling the skin up and down over his cock-shaft and pulling on his 
pendulous nuts from time to time. Melanie stared enraptured and the handsome 
young boy who stood naked and excited only a few yards away. She had never 
seen a boy naked before, let alone erect and jacking himself off. His cock 
was as beautiful as she had imagined it. His body was as well-developed as 
she had imagined it. But her excitement was far greater than she had 
imagined it could be. Now that she had seen a boy she wanted a boy of her 
own. Now that she had stared for a moment or two at a virile 
sixteen-year-old male at the height of his sexual excitement she wanted him 
with a passion that could not be quenched. 

The electric cock was humming away between Melanie's trembling legs, 
eliciting little cries of delight. She was afraid, and her fear even 
increased her excitement. She wondered what he was thinking about her. She 
wondered if he was imagining having her in his bedroom as she was imagining 
having him in hers. And she wondered why he desired her so wildly, wondered 
why a boy who had his pick of all the girls in school would want her, a 
woman old enough to be his mother. She began to realize that whys didn't 
matter anymore. The situation was real and undeniable. Both she and her 
would-be lover would simply have to resolve the difficulties somehow. It was 
only a matter of time. 

It was only a matter of time before the sexy woman climaxed in a fit of wild 
excitement. Fires raced through her vagina and tingled her spine. Her entire 
body was tense now and ready to flash with the heat of her orgasm. She felt 
as if she were on tiptoes, her every fiber stretched and ready to snap. She 
felt like a firecracker ready to go off, felt as if her cunt was filled with 
dynamite instead of a humming dildo. And she knew that Randy was feeling the 
same tension between his own strong young legs. 

She watched as he arched his back and thrust out his hips. His long hard 
cock seemed to grow when he forced the thing out in front of him. His thick 
young root rose up from his curly black groin like a flagpole. His fist 
raced over his organ with the speed of a jackhammer. She imagined him 
grunting and groaning with passion. She imagined the images he was seeing of 
her while he climbed higher and higher toward the pinnacle of passion. She 
wished she could reach out and grab him, wished she could open her hand and 
close it around his dripping dick, wished she could swallow his tool and 
suck him off. 

She saw his body stiffen and his muscles flex. Something was wracking his 
young body, something was building inside him, threatening to tear him up. 
She knew that his cock was going to erupt soon. She stared wide-eyed, 
opening the shade even further, not caring now whether he saw her or not. 
The heavy load of the boy's hot sperm shot from his cock-head violently, 
flying through the air and splattering all over his rug. He rocked back and 
forth as his nuts exploded between his tense legs. The thick stuff ran in 
heavy drops from the end of his softening cock. Even from a distance Melanie 
could see that he was deep in relaxation now that he had shot his load while 
thinking about her. 

She pressed the cock-shaped dildo deep inside her, feeling the shaft of it 
rubbing against her little clit as she forced it in and out of herself. She 
imagined that it was Randy's thick young organ inside her, imagined that he 
was about to shoot a hot load of sperm into her belly. And it was his image 
as much as the humming dildo that made her cunt flash with an ecstatic 
orgasm. She felt the fluids of her cunt gushing, felt her cunt contract 
against the plastic cock, felt her body shaking. She cried out loud when she 
came. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and replaced it with her own 
hand, rubbing her cunt-lips at the last minute, falling back on the floor in 
the ecstasy of her climax. 

She knew that her orgasm would be much better with a boy than by herself. 
She realized how much better it was even with Randy in his own bedroom. How 
much better would he make her feel if he were actually pounding away inside 
her? The thought filled her with desire. She lay back panting lightly. She 
was no longer the timid schoolteacher who had denied her desires all her 
life. She was no longer the old Melanie Terrell. A new life had opened up 
before her, brought into being by Randy and his fearless attempts at 
seduction. She had no idea what the morning would bring but she felt ready 
for it. She slipped into bed and slept like she had never slept before. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Miss Terrell?" the voice on the phone asked. "Yes, this is she." Melanie 
replied. "It's just me, Ellen Dennis." the soft voice continued. 

"Oh ... Oh ... Yes...." Melanie said, her voice catching. 

Melanie had awakened the morning after her session with her dildo untroubled 
by feelings of guilt about what she had done the night before. At the same 
time she was worried about how she would react when she saw Randy at school 
Monday and about how he would react to her. But now that his mother was on 
the phone she felt pangs of conscience deep inside her. She had actually 
made herself cum while watching Ellen's oldest son jack off! She was afraid 
her voice might give her away, afraid the tone of her voice might give some 
clue that things were no longer simply cordial between her and the Dennises. 

"Good morning, Ellen." Melanie said, trying to sound cheerful. 

Ellen was one of her few close friends. They belonged to the same bridge 
club and had the same acquaintances for the most part. She had always liked 
Ellen for her warm and outgoing personality that was so unlike her own. 
There had been times when she had needed Ellen to make her dull existence 
bearable. Ellen was exciting. She lived an interesting life, having been a 
model before she married and raised her family of four boys. She was always 
rushing off somewhere to model even now. Her finely sculptured figure had 
remained unaffected by the years and she was still quite a beauty. Her 
flightiness and verve had filled a void in Melanie's life since she had 
moved next door two years ago. 

"Melanie, darling, I have a favor to ask of you." Ellen said, purring. 

"Anything at all, Ellen." Melanie laughed,' tickled by the seductive tone of 
Ellen's voice. 

"Anything? Are you sure, Melanie?" Ellen whispered, obviously on the verge 
of asking something particularly difficult. 

"Ellen, it can't be as bad as all that!" Melanie laughed. Ellen always 
cheered her up, no matter what was bothering her. 

"Well, dear, my darling husband just decided this morning to take me on a 
weekend trip to Palm Beach. Imagine that! Robert always was one for 
surprises! We're leaving in an hour or two. Alone of course." Ellen went on, 
pausing. 

"How romantic!" Melanie smiled. 

"Yes, very romantic. But the problem is that we haven't had time to find 
anyone to stay with the boys. Could you possibly...." Ellen purred. 

Melanie felt a surge of disquieting excitement that was almost fear. How 
could she possibly stay with Ellen's boys? How could she even look any of 
them in the eye? How could she be near Randy now? She had to think of a way 
out. 

"Stay with ... Stay with the boys?" Melanie stuttered. "But can't Randy take 
care of things?" 

"Of course he could, dear." Ellen continued. "But he suddenly got it in his 
head that he wanted to visit his uncle in Andersonville as soon as he heard 
that we were leaving for the weekend. He's off already. He won't be back 
until Monday. We really are in a bind, dear. I know the boys are capable of 
taking care of themselves, heaven knows they're old enough. But I really 
would like someone to look in on them once in a while. You know how boys 
are, especially my boys!" she said. 

"Yes ... Surely, Ellen ... Yes, I'll check things while you're gone...." 
Melanie muttered. 

"You are a dear!" Ellen said. "And if they give you any trouble at all just 
let me know." she added, hanging up. 

Melanie was deeply troubled now. She had dropped in on Ellen's three sons 
before while Ellen and Robert were away, but her pussy hadn't been so hot 
then. After her experience, or near experience with Randy at school and her 
masturbation session last night that had almost been a sex act with the boy 
she wondered if she could take her motherly duties. Melanie's boys were old 
enough to take care of themselves easily enough. Lonnie, at fourteen, was 
the oldest of the three who were at home. Danny and David were both 
thirteen, twins, and full of mischief. She had always liked young Lonnie. He 
was nothing like Randy in attitude. He was quiet and reserved. The twins 
were in everyone's hair. Lonnie was a good looking boy, she realized. But 
she had never thought of him in terms of masculinity. She wondered why she 
was having such thoughts now. Now that she thought of it he really was a 
fine specimen of young boyhood. 

Ellen dropped by before she and her husband left for the airport and asked 
if Melanie would drop by around dinner time and later at the boys' bedtime. 
She agreed, if hesitantly. Ellen kissed her lightly on the cheek and left 
her to her own devices. She wondered what her own devices would be. 

Melanie was seized by a sudden urge to look beautiful. She didn't know what 
made her want to dress up that particular night. Perhaps it was her new 
awareness of her physical beauty that prompted her to put on her one and 
only dress that could be described as sexy. Ellen had given it to her as a 
birthday present recently. Melanie had wondered at the time if Ellen was 
trying to tell her that she should change her ways a bit and show off her 
charms. Ellen had subtle but effective ways of telling her such things. And 
perhaps she was right. Perhaps she had been right all along when she had 
passed hints to the effect that she was wasting her beauty by not using it 
to advantage. But she had always discounted such hints. In her new state of 
mind she realized how right Ellen had been. 

Melanie looked like a sex goddess by the time she was through with her 
appearance that night. She wore the lime green free-flowing dress Ellen had 
given her and her high heels that absolutely forced her to walk with the 
wiggle that she had neglected for so long. She wore no bra that night. She 
knew that her huge breasts were almost visible beneath her thin dress, the 
nipples peaking the material, the swelling of her tits resting heavily 
against her flimsy garment. The thin green of her dress followed her 
curvaceous ass, caressing it with each step she took in front of her mirror. 
Her legs were honey-tinted and alluring beyond belief, long and slender, her 
calves gently moulded, her glistening black shoes in sexy contrast to her 
soft skin. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders like a 
waterfall, soft and sleek. She felt sexy and wicked. And she loved every 
minute of it. 

For a minute or two she wondered what was making her go to all the trouble 
of dressing for nothing at all. She would only be at the Dennises' for a few 
minutes. And there would be nobody there but Danny, David, and Lonnie. 
Danny, David, and Lonnie! Her cunt suddenly registered the emotion that 
welled up inside her when she thought of the three boys. It was the three 
boys that she was dressing for! The revelation shocked her, embarrassed her. 
How could she even consider parading in front of such impressionable young 
boys in her present state of dress? Her tits were nearly naked, barely 
covered and tempting. And she was so hot between her luscious legs! How 
could she behave in a respectable manner in her present state of undeniable 
sexual excitement? She was no longer responsible for her actions. And yet 
there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable encounter. 

As dusk approached she walked over to the Dennises'. A warm late spring 
breeze played in her hair as she moved effortlessly. She had never felt so 
free. Lonnie met her at the patio. She was earlier than he had expected. He 
was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was obviously 
embarrassed about his lack of proper attire. Such dress was nothing new 
around the Dennis household. In fact the boys never wore more clothes than 
they had to, and neither did their mother and father. But a towel was not 
the proper dress for meeting Miss Terrell, definitely not. But this couldn't 
really be Miss Terrell! This had to be a model or an actress! The young boy 
simply stood frozen in place, his mouth open and staring in disbelief. 

Melanie smiled seductively when she saw the boy standing in the patio door 
nearly naked. She smiled even more seductively when she saw the amazed look 
on his face. Her eyes roamed over his bare torso, thrilling at the lean look 
of his young body. She let her gaze pass from his towel down his long slim 
legs. He was dry, she noticed, and did not appear to have taken his shower 
yet. From the look on his face he wasn't particularly interested in showers 
at the moment. 

The boy stared at the sexy woman who had appeared in the door without 
warning. It was like seeing a perfect stranger standing there, like seeing a 
vision in a wet dream, like seeing a perfectly photographed pin-up picture 
come to life before his very eyes. And yet it was Miss Terrell! It really 
was! But what tits! What deliciously moulded tits! His eyes were glued to 
her barely concealed bosoms. They were the size of melons. They seemed soft 
and delectable beneath her light dress. He couldn't help wanting to reach 
out and touch them. But it was impossible. He had never done that to a girl. 
In fact he had never even had the nerve to touch a girl. And this was not a 
girl, anyway. This was a grown woman whom he knew was old enough to be his 
mother, although he couldn't tell that by looking at her now. In fact his 
mother too was so beautiful that no one could guess her age. It wasn't 
really Miss Terrell's age that made her seem so unreachable to him. 

Her body was so mature-looking, so full and undulating, so heavy and 
warm-looking that he was overpowered by her mere presence. He had wanted to 
feel up some of the girls at school but he had always been afraid to push 
his luck. But they hadn't excited him nearly as much as Miss Terrell did 
now. There was something about her that made him weak. There was something 
about her eyes that made him blush. She was looking him over. She was 
actually staring at his nearly naked young body! What could she be thinking? 
Was she having thoughts remotely similar to his, thoughts of sex? Her 
peculiar stare made him nervous and more than a little bit afraid. 

Lonnie wanted to say something to her but was unable to speak coherently. He 
opened his mouth but nothing came out, nothing but an unintelligible mumble. 
When her eyes caught his and held him in a kind of brief trance he knew that 
he was in for an unusual experience. He tore his eyes away from hers and 
moved aside to let her in. He felt something between his legs. He felt his 
sensitive young nuts stirring gently inside their smooth skin sac. She was 
warming him up, intentionally he thought. But it couldn't be true. It just 
couldn't! 

"Well, Lonnie, aren't you going to invite me in?" Melanie cooed. 

Lonnie coughed nervously and she strolled in, carrying with her the scent of 
warm perfumed air. She could sense the boy's uneasiness. She wasn't uneasy 
at all now. As far as she was concerned she was in perfect control of 
herself. She knew now what she wanted and she knew that something inside her 
was making her seek out the thing she wanted with such hot intensity. She 
wanted Lonnie. She wanted the fourteen-year-old inexperience'' boy with a 
passion that made her cunt wet. She wanted him for his smoothness, for his 
warmth, not only the warmth of his body but also for the warmth of his 
gentle personality. She knew that he was afraid. And his fear excited her 
even more. He would not be rough with her as Randy had been. He would not 
hurt her as the dirty rapist had. She was in control of their encounter. 

"Do you know why I'm here, Lonnie?" she purred. 

"Yeah ... I mean, I guess I do...." he said, his voice dry and barely 
audible. 

"Don't be so sure, Lonnie dear." she said. "Your mother asked me to stop by 
and ... check things out." she said, emphasizing the last phrase. 

"Check things...." Lonnie mumbled. 

"Were you planning to take a shower, Lonnie?" she asked, her eyes peeling 
the towel from his body. 

"Yeah ... I mean I was ... I guess." the frightened and confused boy said. 

"You've gotten to be quite a big young man, haven't you." she whispered, 
staring at his young body. 

"Uh ... I ... I guess...." the boy replied, his heart beating in his throat. 

"It's rather obvious that you are becoming a man, Lonnie." Melanie said. 

"Is it?" Lonnie said, amazed that he had had the strength to say anything. 

"Very obvious, darling. You have a very nice body for a boy your age. You 
should be as masculine as Randy some day, maybe more so." Melanie said. 

Lonnie considered it a great compliment. He had always admired his older 
brother and even worshipped him as a great hero. He wondered what Randy 
would say when he told him what Miss Terrell had said to him. He wondered if 
he would have even more to tell him before the night was over. He still 
couldn't believe what was happening to him, couldn't believe that this 
beautiful woman with the great tits was talking that way to him. His 
disbelief grew even greater when she walked closer to him and reached out to 
put her warm hand on his shoulder. He thought his legs would give out when 
she touched him. The feel of her hand on his bare flesh sent shivers through 
his body. He felt her fingers gently squeezing his shoulder and knew that 
her touch was more than a mere friendly pat. He was scared shitless. 

Melanie couldn't resist touching the boy. He looked so soft and warm and 
gentle that she had to feel his young body. She was being driven by the 
sensations in her sex, driven too by an intense need for human contact that 
was even more powerful than her sexual urges. She had been alone for so 
long. She had denied herself the natural need of a woman to mother a child, 
to hold a young and innocent child in her arms, to feel his body close to 
hers. She felt his shoulder flinch when she touched him. She knew that he 
wasn't all that innocent. He knew perfectly well what she wanted, although 
he probably didn't understand why she wanted it. Her sudden sexual onslaught 
was too much for a boy his age to comprehend. She felt as if she knew 
everything about sex, even though she had only actually experienced it once 
in her life. She felt as if she had to teach this young innocent the joys of 
fucking. And she knew that he would be eager to learn once he overcame his 
natural fear of his first sexual encounter. 

Melanie touched his soft cheek, letting her hand rest there. She drew him 
over to the sofa and sat him down. She sat beside him and drew up her filmy 
green dress until her legs were exposed well above the knee. She noticed 
that the boy tried not to look at first, preferring to look down between his 
own knees, embarrassed and afraid. But she would not let him avoid her 
charms. She moved closer to him on the sofa until her legs were rubbing 
against his. He moved away until the arm of the sofa blocked his escape. 

Lonnie wondered how far this sexy woman was going to go. He felt her warm 
leg pressing up against his and the warmth seemed to course through his 
body, heating him up deep inside. She was saturating him with her hot 
sensuality. She was intoxicating him with her warm, feminine fragrance, the 
scent of perfume and hot sex. He had never been so close to a woman. He had 
never imagined that such an experience could be so powerfully affecting, but 
then he had never imagined a sexual encounter with Miss Terrell. Even though 
she was frightening him his young sexual organs were responding to her 
efforts at arousal. He felt his dick stirring, felt the young organ filling 
out and getting hard. He didn't know what to do. He had a big cock, he knew, 
and would never be able to hide the thing if it got hard on him. 

Melanie's mind was on the same thing as Lonnie's at the moment-his cock. 
Melanie had never seen a fourteen-year-old boy's cock. In fact she had only 
seen one cock in her entire life, the bloated organ of the dirty rapist who 
had tortured her. She knew that Lonnie's cock wouldn't be as frightening as 
the rapist's wicked instrument. All her life she had assumed that all men 
were .cruel and dangerous. But now that she saw this innocent boy's reaction 
to her she realized that it was not so. Lonnie at least was quiet and 
gentle, so quiet and gentle that she was reducing him to a helpless slave to 
her overpowering femininity. It gave her a sense of strength and sexual 
superiority that intoxicated her. 

"Don't be afraid, Lonnie." she said, reaching for his hand. 

She took the boy's trembling hand and put it on her knee. Lonnie swallowed 
hard and closed his eyes. She let his hand rest there. His hand felt as 
heavy as lead. He couldn't move his hand at all. It was a long while before 
he could even feel the softness of her knee and the thin nylon that covered 
her delicately honey-toned leg. But when he did begin to feel her skin 
beneath his trembling fingers it was well worth a moment or two of numbness. 
His cock responded by jerking to attention beneath his bath towel. It would 
have embarrassed him to death a few minutes earlier. He was beyond 
embarrassment now, although he was still very much afraid. 

Melanie took Lonnie's hand again and guided it slowly up her leg and under 
the tucked-up hem of her dress until his fingers disappeared beneath the 
flimsy garment. After he had grown used to the shock and the feel of her 
nearly naked feminine flesh she took her hand away and let him explore her 
at his own speed, which was painfully slow since he was still so unsure of 
himself. She looked into his sensitive blue eyes and smiled. She knew now 
that he understood what was expected of him. She noticed quickly that his 
young prick was not at all afraid to express its excitement. It had risen to 
the occasion and was tenting Lonnie's bath towel, pushing the cloth out 
several inches. She knew that his dick had to be big and thick to make such 
a projection, even in his youth. She stared at his cock-bulge and let him 
get a good feel of her upper leg. 

She wasn't content to stare at his stiffening cock while it was hidden by 
his towel. She slid her hand down behind his back and down his spine until 
it dipped beneath his towel. She felt him sit up straight when she touched 
his lower back. It was as if she had touched him with ice-cold hands, his 
reaction was so sudden. Her hand went all the way down the small of his back 
and felt the crevice between his asscheeks. He arched his back and stiffened 
in every muscle. She knew that she was really getting to him. 

"You like this, don't you, Lonnie?" Melanie whispered in his ear. 

"Oh ... Ughgh ... Miss Terrell...." Lonnie moaned. 

"I think you should call me Melanie now, don't you?" she cooed. "Does your 
mother ever touch you like I do, Lonnie?" she continued, feeling his strong 
young buttocks responding to her touch. 

"N ... Not ... Not like that! Not like...." Lonnie groaned. 

"I certainly don't see why she doesn't touch you like that, Lonnie. How 
could she resist. You're such a handsome young man. Has any girl ever 
touched you like that?" she smiled, putting her other hand on his naked leg. 

"No ... Never ... Oh God! Shit! Miss Terrell ... I mean, Melanie...." Lonnie 
heard himself say. "This is too much! What're you gonna do? I mean ... Jesus 
Christ! What're you doin'?" 

He almost stood up when he felt the horny woman's hand fall to his lap and 
clamp around his erect cock. He pulled his hand away from her leg and tried 
to push her hand off his hard-on. He hadn't the strength to resist her 
anymore. He had had the strength to run in junior high track meets and 
participate in all kinds of athletics with his classmates but he hadn't the 
strength to push this woman's hand off his cock. It was a strange thing, 
this sexual encounter. He wondered if sex would always be so confusing and 
frightening, and so exciting too. He had to let her do what she wished with 
him, even if he did think it was wrong. 

Melanie didn't care whether her actions were wrong or not. She had never 
done anything like this before and she felt loose and wild She felt the 
kid's throbbing cock beneath the terry cloth towel, felt the head radiating 
through the towel, felt his tool stiffen more and more the harder she 
squeezed it. She gathered the towel around the shaft of his cock and began 
moving it up and down, masturbating the boy's cock inside a cover of rough 
cotton. He was on the edge of the sofa in no time, seeming to get stiffer 
all the time. His breathing became erratic, his slender young chest heaving 
with each stroke of Melanie's frantically stroking hand. 

He was afraid that he was going to shoot his sperm into the towel at any 
minute the way he had shot the stuff hundreds of times before into a 
handkerchief. But this feeling was entirely different. He had always been 
able to control the moment of his ejaculation when he was working himself 
off. But now that his sexy neighbor was handling his dick he had no control 
over himself at all. He wondered what it would feel like to have Melanie's 
hand on his naked dick instead of on the towel. He shuddered when he thought 
of it. 

Melanie wondered, too, what his cock would feel like. She managed to loosen 
the towel he had wrapped around him. She spread the towel open in back and 
made the boy stand up a little while she pulled the troublesome thing out 
from under his ass. She pulled the towel away with one sudden motion and 
tossed it Over the back of the sofa. The boy was suddenly denuded. He sat 
there naked as the day he was born, his young heart beating wildly, waiting 
for the next move in this tantalizing game the lovely woman was playing with 
him. 

Melanie's heart was racing wildly, too. Up until now she had been in total 
control of her movements if not of her emotions. Her self-analysis and her 
determination to follow through with her undeniable desire for a young male 
sex partner had intoxicated her. But the brief moment of emotional 
intoxication was wearing off. Now that she saw the young neighbor boy stark 
naked, his young cock pounding up between his hairless legs, sitting there 
afraid and tense beyond belief, she began to realize what she was doing and 
what terrible consequences it might have for her and the boy. But it was too 
late to stop now. It was a fire raging out of control. Both Melanie and the 
fourteen-year-old boy she was raping were lost in that fire and were being 
consumed by it. 

She gazed at the thick and fairly long staff of hard male flesh that stuck 
up strong and proud between the boy's legs. She thought his dick looked 
cute, not at all frightening. The reddish purple head of the thing 
glistened, the shiny skin stretched tight. His cock wouldn't stand still 
long enough for her to examine it as closely as she wanted to, so she 
reached down and grasped it with the tips of her well-manicured fingers. She 
held the thing straight up and down and started ever-so-slowly moving the 
tight skin on it up and down. The boy seemed to like that, so she did it 
faster and faster until his eyes almost popped out of his head. 

"Oh, my God, Miss ... Melanie! Oh shit! I'm gonna shoot it! If you keep 
doin' that I'm gonna shoot! C'mon ... Don't ... I'll cum...." Lonnie almost 
cried. 

"Don't worry about that, Lonnie." Melanie said reassuringly. "It's all 
right, darling. I want you to cum! I want you to shoot your boy's sperm into 
the air, darling! Go ahead! Cum all over my face! Please!" Melanie said, 
feeling her cunt hot and dripping between her legs. 

Suddenly remembering what had happened to the rapist's huge hard dick when 
he shot off in her cunt Melanie pulled her fingers from the boy's organ. She 
wanted to prolong his agonizing pleasure a little longer. And she wanted to 
use him to create some pleasure for herself. The kid almost passed out when 
Melanie drew her hand away. She knew he wanted to shoot his cream at her. 
How could he help it? 

"There's plenty of time for that." she said, reaching down between his 
slender legs and feeling his balls for the first time. "Oh my! What have we 
here?" she gasped, enjoying the little jerks his body made whenever she 
touched him. 

She sat on the edge of the sofa too now and played with the boy's 
sperm-filled young nuts. She rolled them around inside his smooth-skinned 
scrotum and marveled at the heaviness and softness of the organs. So this 
was the source of all the thick cream that she knew he had inside him! She 
began to squeeze his testicles, gently at first and then with 
ever-increasing pressure. While she squeezed the boy's nuts she dug her 
finger up under the thick root of his phallus. He moved his hips up and 
down, apparently unable to control himself. He was fucking the air. Melanie 
felt sorry for the horny boy and began beating him off again, stopping once 
again when she thought he might be ready to squirt his seed at her. 

"There, there, young man. Not yet, Lonnie. I have something to show you. I 
think you might like it." Melanie breathed. 

The horny woman looked deep into the horny boy's eyes and gave one final 
pull on his dripping dick. She stood up and positioned herself before him. 
He seemed glued to the edge of the sofa, unable to move a muscle, staring in 
rapt attention at the beautiful woman. Melanie raised her long flowing 
dress, which had always been much too daring before tonight, and let the 
wide-eyed boy have a long loving look at her legs. He stared ii seeming 
disbelief as she raised her dress even higher, holding up the thin material 
until the boy could see her legs thickening beautifully until they formed 
her lush thighs. 

He had never seen anything so beautiful and overpowering. He had felt her 
legs earlier when she had forced him to put his hand under her dress. But to 
actually see her standing there before him, wantonly exposing herself to him 
was almost too much to take. He wondered if he would cum just j out of pure 
excitement like he did in his wild wet I dreams. That would really be 
embarrassing, he thought. Soon his thoughts were on nothing but! the body of 
the beauty who stood before him. 

The honey-tinted nylons that hugged her flesh gave Melanie's legs a brownish 
yellow hue that made the boy think she had a golden tan. She raised her 
dress until he could actually see the crotch of her pantyhose. He almost 
pissed. She pulled her garment up until she was peeking out over the hem of 
it, her belly and crotch obscenely exposed. The panel of her pantyhose 
darkened the swelling of her mons. Lonnie could see the dark hair in a 
tightly compacted little cloud between her mature, long legs. He sucked in 
his breath and held it, as if that would stop his heart from racing so 
wildly. She couldn't be doing this! He had to be dreaming! 

But Melanie was far from finished with her lusty display. She pulled her 
low-necked dress off and tossed it carelessly on the sofa beside the boy, 
letting part of it fall over his lap, covering his dick. 

He felt the thin material resting on his cock-head, absorbing the pre-cum 
that oozed from his eager young tool. Melanie stood there with her huge 
breasts lusty and out-thrust. The light-brown peaks of her smallish nipples 
were already stiff and surrounded by hot gooseflesh. She looked as excited 
as she felt, and she knew it. She wanted to expose herself completely to the 
nervous son of her best friend. She wanted to do things to him that she had 
always dreamed of doing to a boy. She slowly, tantalizingly began peeling 
down her pantyhose, moving her lovely legs temptingly, giving the appearance 
of fluid motion, hot movement motivated by pure lust. 

She heard the boy gasp when she pushed her pantyhose down over her furry 
cunt. She continued to denude herself until her nylons were down around her 
ankles. She smiled at her boy and motioned for him to help her. 

"Would you like to take my shoes off for me like a good boy?" she whispered, 
raising her leg as far as she could and trying to look distraught. "A girl 
needs help with these things." 

Lonnie fell to his knees as if pushed from the sofa. He reached out with 
shaking hands and took hold of her shiny leather shoes. He brushed the nylon 
away from her shoes and pulled one of them off. Then she reached down and 
removed the nylon, gently brushing his hand aside. He removed her other shoe 
and she removed the last remaining garment that separated her from total 
crotch-grabbing nakedness. She put one of her feet on the boy's wide 
shoulder and stroked his warm silken flesh. He looked up at her from his 
kneeling position, his eyes full of wonder. His gaze wandered from her 
approving eyes to the furry nest of her steaming cunt. 

From his position the woman's pussy looked unattainable. Would she let him 
look at it? Would she suddenly grow angry and leave him there to beat his 
meat until he shot his rocks? Or did she really intend to let him examine 
her? Would she let him touch her? There? His mouth was wide open in 
amazement. His nuts ached and his cock throbbed with pleasure-pain. 

Melanie bent down and caught the boy's arms, raising him to his feet. She 
moved toward him, gently but insistently pushing him backwards until he fell 
on the sofa. He sat there staring at her luscious charms, at her jiggling 
tits, at her bushy light-brown cunt. She walked even closer to him until her 
twat was up close to him, an inch or two away from his face. She put her 
hands on his shoulders and kneaded his young muscles. She knew that she was 
about to give both of them the treat of their lives. 

Lonnie could feel the heat radiating from the woman's excited sex. He could 
smell the heady scent of her musky cunt. It was a mysterious and 
intoxicating fragrance that wafted past his nostrils. He inhaled her musky 
fragrance, his nostrils flaring. He could see moisture on her cunt-hair, 
moisture that looked like dew. She moved closer still until his nose was 
buried in the curly soft love hair between Melanie's legs. The sensation was 
beautiful for both of them. Lonnie almost backed away when she stood so 
close to him, fearing to respond to her the way he instinctively wanted to. 
But when he felt her warm swelling cunt so hot against his face he knew that 
he would plunge headlong into whatever sexual whirlpool she was stirring up 
for him. He was lost. 

Melanie reached down and put her hands behind the kid's head, pushing his 
face against her fragrant pussy. She forced his face into the nest of her 
cunt and held him there until she was sure he would suffocate. But he didn't 
seem to mind suffocating at all. She was surprised and pleased when the boy 
made his first actual move in response to her onslaught. He lovingly wrapped 
his arms around her waist and held her tight in an embrace that thrilled 
her. She felt like the boy's mother, like the boy's lover. She knew that 
what they were doing was bad and depraved. And she didn't give a damn. 

"Lean back in the sofa, Lonnie." she managed to say. 

He obeyed instantly, letting his arms drop to his sides. Melanie raised one 
lovely leg and rested it on the back of the sofa. She moved very close to 
the boy until her gaping twat was up against his face. Her sex was so close 
to him now that he could hardly bring it into focus. He hadn't seen her cunt 
open and rosy red before, hadn't seen even a picture of a cunt so lewdly 
displayed. He wanted to examine the treasure but she was insistent. She 
wanted something, although the inexperienced boy didn't know quite what she 
wanted. 

"I like to have my cunt licked." Melanie hissed. "I want you to stick out 
your tongue and lick my dripping hot twat, Lonnie, my dear. Would you like 
to do that, you horny young stud? Would you like to taste my cunt? I know 
you like the way it looks and smells. You'll love the taste, Lonnie! Go 
Ahead! Don't be afraid! I want your tongue on my fucking cunt! Suck me! Lick 
me! Eat my pussy! I've wanted it for so long!" the horny woman hissed, 
excited even further by the sound of her own dirty language. 

Lonnie was excited by her language, too. It made him slightly dizzy to hear 
Miss Terrell talking like that. What would Randy and the guys say? Maybe 
they wouldn't even believe him. He knew that none of them had ever been 
offered a juicy hot cunt by a woman as beautiful as Miss Terrell. He 
wouldn't blame them for not believing him. He didn't quite believe it 
himself. But there she was, as real as life, her gaping cunt hovering over 
his face, dripping with hot, musky fluids. He did as he was told and stuck 
out his tongue, hesitating only a moment before touching it to the crimson 
flesh of her cunt. She shivered when his tongue touched her silken 
cunt-flesh. 

Melanie almost died when she felt the innocent, or formerly innocent, young 
boy sticking his tongue up inside her. He wasn't particularly gentle in 
thrusting his tongue up there, but then he was nervous and inexperienced. 
Inexperienced! When she thought about how inexperienced she was herself she 
almost laughed out loud. She was giving sex lessons to a young novice while 
she herself had only had one fuck in her life. And yet she seemed to know 
what to do to arouse him, as if it all came to her by instinct, as if all 
her lust was gushing out of her at once after her years of sexual 
frustration. She would really enjoy this, she thought. 

She felt the boy's lips and nose butting up against her twat and knew that 
he had thrust his tongue in as far as he could. He was moving it inside her 
now, licking at the slippery walls of her vaginal opening, not really 
knowing what he was doing but doing it with the dedication of a novice eager 
to please. She was glad she had decided on young Lonnie as a pupil and young 
lover. He was so easy to get along with. 

"Lick my clit now, darling boy." she whispered. "That little projection 
between my cunt-lips. See it? That's where you should concentrate your 
licking. You're a great little cuntlapper, Lonnie! You make me feel so hot 
and horny! Lick my fucking cunt! Oh, suck it until I cum! Lick my clit!" she 
cried, shaking her lovely head in the frenzy of her passion. 

He found the little projection of rosy-red flesh that she was talking about 
and began lapping at it with a passion. He heard her almost scream when he 
first found the little bud. It felt not only hot but also hard, as if it 
were swollen with excitement like his own dick, which increased in size and 
hardness all the time. He realized that this had to be the center of all her 
sex-heat, just as his cock-head seemed to be the center of his own 
sensations. He licked at her roughly at first, turned on wildly by the scent 
and ball-busting sight of her seething cunt. He instinctively wanted to suck 
at her clit, wanted to put the little thing in his mouth and suck at it like 
a nipple. He closed his lips around it and pulled gently, sucking it against 
his teeth. The woman almost screamed when he did it and he knew that he had 
learned something. 

Melanie felt bursts of sexual electricity flashing inside her while the kid 
pinched and sucked her clitoris between his young lips. He went at it like a 
wild cuntlapper with years of experience, lapping and sucking as if his life 
depended on it. The handsome young kid was buried between the 
schoolteacher's perfect legs, his face flat against her wet twat, while she 
straddled his shoulders and quaked with excitement. She no longer gave any 
thought to teaching the boy anything. She was beyond thought. She was about 
to have the wildest orgasm of her life. She tensed in every fiber of her 
body, her vaginal channel expanding and contracting in rhythm, as if working 
against an invisible cock inside her. She suddenly screamed as her flashing 
burning orgasm rushed through her. 

Lonnie thought he had hurt her at first. He pulled his tongue away from her 
beautiful cunt and held his breath. She cried for him to keep sucking her. 
He obeyed eagerly, sucking at her clit. But she was moving so erratically 
now that he couldn't concentrate his sucking on her clit. He had to lick 
wildly, almost blindly, while she gyrated her lovely full hips and crushed 
her dripping gash against the lips he had used so lovingly on her. Suddenly 
her cunt gushed sticky musky moisture. He didn't know what to make of her 
sudden excitement and crying, but he knew it was an important moment for 
her. 

"Oh Lonnie! I'm cumming! You're making me cum! You're making me cum with 
your tongue and your lips! Lonnie dear! Suck me harder! Lick up my juices! 
Oh, eat my cunt!" she cried. "Eat meeeee!" 

Lonnie's face was wet now with the hot sticky stuff that gushed from her 
twat. He licked his lips and liked the taste of her juices. He buried his 
tongue in her gash again and corkscrewed it around inside her. He was doing 
pretty well under the circumstances, he thought. He was damn proud of 
himself. He would show the guys that he knew how to fuck a hell of a lot 
better than they did. He would even show Randy a thing or two, or at least 
tell him a thing or two. If he wasn't dreaming, that is. 

After Melanie's tense body had softened and relaxed a bit, she fell back on 
the sofa and closed her eyes in peace for a moment. What an experience! She 
wanted more of it, wanted more of this sexually responsive young boy, wanted 
more of her best friend's son. She suddenly realized that the twins were not 
accounted for. 

"Lonnie, where are Danny and David?" she asked. 

"They're at a scout meeting, Miss ... Melanie." Lonnie said, his face wet 
with Melanie's copious secretions. 

"Good, good. I wouldn't want them to barge in and spoil our fun. Would you?" 
she asked. 

"No...." Lonnie said, staring down between his legs at his aching pecker. 

"Oh, you poor boy!" Melanie said. "I haven't forgotten you. Don't worry, 
Lonnie, my love. I'll take care of that erection for you.'" 

"Oh, my gosh, Miss ... I mean, Melanie." Lonnie said. "I didn't mean you had 
to do anything...." 

"Oh, don't worry, Lonnie. I love your dick. Isn't that what they call your 
penis? Isn't that what all the boys call it? A dick?" Melanie said. 

"Yeah. It's a dick. But you don't have to ... I mean you don't have to if 
you don't want to...." 

"But I do want to, Lonnie, my darling! I want nothing more than to suck it 
off for you." she said, sitting up and bending over his arching dick. 

"Suck it off?! Do you mean it, Melanie? Do you really mean it?" Lonnie 
asked, his voice high, his young eyes staring. 

"Of course I mean it. Let me suck your cock for you. Let me suck it until 
you shoot your hot cum into my mouth! Let me show you how a woman satisfies 
a man. You are a man, you know. After tonight you'll be a real man, Lonnie. 
Remember that. I'm going to make a man of you. You like it, don't you? Do 
you like what I've been letting you do?" she asked, smiling lovingly at the 
boy. 

"Hell yes! You're drivin' me nuts, Melanie! I've never...." Lonnie said. 

"I know, dear. I know. But you like it and you're going to get as much of it 
as you can take." she purred. "I only hope I haven't done any damage." 

"Hell no, no damage!" Lonnie said, his nuts threatening to burst with cum. 

"Does your penis ache?" she asked. "It looks so sore, so hard, so painful!" 
she said. 

"It aches, but it sure doesn't hurt." Lonnie said, his voice serious. 

"I'll just bet it aches terribly. Why don't I do something about that ache? 
You know, if I suck the cum out of your balls they won't ache anymore, 
Lonnie. Would you like me to suck the cum out of your balls, dear? Would 
that make you feel better?" she cooed. 

Lonnie couldn't say a word. He just sat there, bolt upright on the edge of 
the sofa, his young dick as hard as a rock, jerking up from his lap, 
dripping pre-cum. He gasped when Melanie bent over his lap and caught his 
cock with her fingers. He stiffened when her lips wrapped around the head of 
it. He thought his nuts would explode in another second. It was simply too 
exciting having this sexy woman's wet lips sucking on his erect rod. He 
couldn't hold off much longer, couldn't keep his hot cum in his nuts much 
longer. He had to shoot the stuff into the woman's mouth. He wondered if she 
would let him shoot his wad. He wondered if she would mind having the stuff 
in her mouth. 

"Melanie, I'm gonna shoot it! I can't help it! Watch out! It's cumming!" 
Lonnie shouted, unable unable to control himself any longer. 

"Yesssss! Cum! Cum in my mouth! Fill my face with your hot cream! I love it! 
Please! Shoot it!" Melanie hissed, plunging her head back on the boy's cock. 

Lonnie let his wad loose from his nuts and shot the hot stuff into her face. 
His sperm shot from his cock like bullets from a gun, blasting down her 
throat and filling her with molten cum. He thrust out his hips, forcing his 
cock deep into her throat. He heard her groan and sputter as the volume of 
his ejaculation filled her throat, threatening to strangle her. She seemed 
to enjoy having her face pumped full of the stuff, Lonnie noticed. She 
sucked hard on his dick even while the cum was shooting into her. Her throat 
contracted against his rod, seeming to suck out the last drops of his load. 

Melanie was thoroughly enjoying the experience. She hadn't done anything 
like it before. She wondered what Lonnie would think if he knew that this 
was the first time she had ever had a boy cum in her face. She thought she 
was doing well at her game of seduction, having made him believe that she 
was experienced at fucking and sucking young boys like himself. She wasn't 
prepared for the huge volume of sperm that the boy pumped into her. She 
thought she would choke on the thick, nutty-tasting stuff. It poured down 
her throat in torrents. She tried valiantly to swallow it all. Try though 
she might she was unable to take it all into her throat. The boy's hot cum 
dribbled out from her stretched lips, dripping down the shaft of his 
still-hard cock and running into his wiry pubic hair. 

Melanie was reluctant to remove her mouth from his fourteen-year-old dick. 
She wanted to keep it in her mouth forever, the taste and feel of it was so 
powerful. But she eventually let the slowly softening thing free from her 
sucking lips, but not before coaxing the last drops of the boy's cum from 
his sperm-pipe. She pulled off and looked at her young lover's face. He 
seemed to be daydreaming, his eyes blissfully shut, his face soft and 
inviting, his body naked and relaxed. She kissed him full on the lips, his 
own sperm spreading over his lips, mingling with the taste of Melanie's 
cunt. 

The hot-assed woman kissed his chin and throat, letting her wet lips travel 
slowly down the boy's chest and all the way to his navel. She licked his 
belly-button and pressed her sweet lips against his lower belly. She tangled 
her tongue in the kid's lightly-haired groin. She grabbed his sperm-covered 
balls and kneaded them while she kissed his groin. She rubbed his still 
half-hard cock, too, rubbed it i until it stiffened up again in a matter of 
moments after he had shot his wad. 

She put her hands on the boy's legs and got on her knees before him, licking 
up the cum that had squirted onto his legs. She licked his dick a bit and 
rubbed her pussy, which was growing hot again already. She knew that their 
night together was far from over. 

"Now, Lonnie, why don't you run upstairs and take that shower you were going 
to take." she said, standing up and reaching for her dress. "I'll have a lot 
more to show you later. When will Danny and David be home?" she added. 

"About nine, I guess." Lonnie said in a weak voice. 

"It's almost seven now. That only gives us two hours, Lonnie my love. We'll 
have to be quick about it. Why don't I take a shower with you, honey? I 
could use refreshing. And I can help you wash yourself. Would you like that, 
Lonnie? Would you like me to wash you like your mommy used to? How long has 
it been since somebody washed you?" Melanie asked, getting into her dress. 

"I ... I don't know ... Will you really? Is it all right?" the boy asked. 

"Tonight anything is all right, Lonnie." she smiled, reaching down to feel 
his nuts. 

"I see what you mean." the boy replied, his arms limp at his sides. 

"Now run along." she said, turning him around and slapping him playfully on 
the butt. "The twins will be home before long. We don't want them to catch 
us at it. We haven't got all night." she said, following the naked 
fourteen-year-old who almost ran upstairs. 

The twins. A little tingle ran through her cunt when she thought of Danny 
and David. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The two hot clandestine lovers, the inexperienced young boy and the woman 
old enough to be his mother, padded upstairs to the bathroom. Melanie let 
Lonnie lead the way. She watched attentively as he mounted the stairs, his 
firm young asscheeks rising and falling with athletic vigor, his swinging, 
hairless balls jiggling between his long legs. She couldn't help reaching 
out and feeling his buttocks, dipping her hot hand down between his legs 
from behind, stroking his cum-filled testicles. He moved faster when she 
felt his balls. He looked behind him and grinned wickedly for the first 
time. Melanie noticed that he was becoming less and less innocent all the 
time. She suspected that he had his brother Randy's innate horniness and 
would probably become a real devil when he got some more experience in 
fucking. She had to give it to him. 

Lonnie was spellbound by the woman who followed him catlike with her hand 
fluttering all over his back and buttocks. She would do anything at all, no 
matter how depraved and dirty. She was a guy's dream. He knew that he would 
do anything in the world that she could possibly ask. He stared at her huge 
perfectly formed breasts. They were more beautiful than any of the naked 
pin-ups he had hidden upstairs in his top dresser drawer. And they were 
real. No longer would he have to sit around at night jacking off while he 
looked at those pictures. They were just paper but she was real. Boy, was 
she real! No longer would he have to lick and kiss the pictures and pretend 
that he was doing it to a real woman. He had a real woman. He wanted to kiss 
her tits, wanted to suck the nipples and see what they felt and tasted like 
in his mouth. Would she let him? He almost tripped and fell on the steps, 
his attention was fixed so firmly on Melanie's beautiful full breasts. 

"Why don't you help me off with my dress, dear?" Melanie suggested when they 
stood outside the bathroom door. 

"Sure will!" Lonnie said with youthful eagerness. 

When Melanie was naked again she lifted her luscious globes in her hands and 
held them out to the boy, offering her tits to him lewdly. The gooseflesh 
aureoles were golden brown, darkening where they gathered to form her 
nipple-peaks. The kid stared at her tits, wishing he could suck them right 
away. But he was still afraid to make any moves of his own. His cock ached 
for her again. He almost drooled when he thought about sucking her breasts. 
She was so hot, so lovely, so fragrant and overpowering. 

"Christ! You got beautiful tits, Melanie! Shit!" the kid mumbled, not 
knowing what to do next. 

"I'm glad you like them, Lonnie. I don't let many boys see them, you know. 
But you're so cute that I just can't resist letting you see me. Would you 
like to touch them? Would you like to put your hands on my tits? They are 
rather nice, aren't they? Go ahead. Feel my breasts. Girls like that." she 
smiled, thrusting her mammaries out toward the horny young man. 

"Oh, shit! Shit! Do you really mean it? Do you really mean I can touch your 
tits?" Lonnie asked, his hands shaking. 

"Lonnie, dear, you may as well. You're a man now, aren't you? You can feel 
my tits any time. You've already sucked my cunt for me so you may as well 
play with my tits, too. We can do anything tonight, dear. Don't be afraid. I 
know how frightening and confusing it all is the first time. But don't 
worry. There will be many other times. You're learning fast." Melanie said, 
feeling the kid's trembling fingers falling on her naked breasts. 

Lonnie felt the lush smoothness and warmth of her globes. He nervously 
stroked her breasts. For a few seconds she held the trembling flesh with her 
hands cupped beneath her tits. When she let her hands fall to the boy's 
lower torso and began fondling his slippery cock, he almost passed out. He 
squeezed her tits, a bit too roughly, perhaps. But she forgave him in his 
youthful eagerness and nervousness. He seemed to be holding on to her tits 
as if he were being swept away by a raging torrent and her tits were the 
only thing to hold on to. It made her feel warm deep inside to think that 
she was that important to him. It gave Melanie a deep sense of fulfillment 
that she had never experienced before. She wondered why she had waited so 
long to plunge headlong into the torrent of hot sex with a young boy. 

Lonnie's hands were everywhere now, flying over her tits and shoulders as if 
he wanted to feel her everywhere at once. He pushed her quaking tits 
together and squeezed them, watching spellbound as the huge hillocks of 
flesh seemed to melt and flow together. He had to kiss the woman there, had 
to feel the silken flesh against his face and lips. He fell toward her and 
buried his young face between the woman's feminine treasures. He snuggled 
there between them, inhaling the sexy perfume that she bad carefully applied 
to the crevice between her tits. 

"Suck my titties, Lonnie. Oh, please! Do suck my tits!" she moaned. 

The boy popped one of her erect nipples into his mouth and began sucking for 
dear life. He felt the hard nipples scraping against his teeth. He began to 
nibble on them gently, instinctively knowing what the hot-assed woman wanted 
of him. He alternated between the two breasts, working on her with a passion 
while she fondled his long hard cock and tugged at his aching nuts. He let 
her nipples pop out of his mouth audibly when he left one tit for the other. 

"Feel my cunt! Put your hand down there and feel my cunt!" Melanie said. 

Lonnie was quick to respond to her suggestion. He found her furry nest and 
began manipulating the lips of her hot sex with his fingers. He pinched her 
turgid little clit and diddled the lips of her cunt until he could feel her 
body responding to him. It was a great feeling to know that the woman really 
felt turned on by what he was doing for her. It made him feel grown up and 
in control of himself. It made him feel like a man instead of a 
fourteen-year-old boy. Maybe it was as she had said. Maybe he really was a 
man now that she had introduced him to sex. But he knew that he had a lot to 
learn. 

Melanie loved having her tits sucked and her cunt diddled at the same time. 
She had never in her life had a man's soft lips on her breasts. It made her 
tingle deep down inside her. Little shocks filled her belly when the boy 
rubbed her cunt. She knew that his hand was wet with her sticky juices. And 
while he played with her, she played with him, making him hard and ready to 
shoot a second time. She felt his rod thickening and arching up suddenly, 
and she knew he was going to cum again. She wanted to save his load for 
later, wanted to keep him high and hot. 

"Why don't we take that shower now." she said. "Sex is fun in the shower." 

"I'll bet it is!" Lonnie said, obviously excited by the idea. "I jack off in 
the shower all the time!" 

Melanie was as surprised as he himself was by his sudden masculine 
admission. It was obvious that the boy was losing some of his fear and 
reluctance to participate fully in her games. She thought the new turn in 
their relationship would make things easier. He was still going to need a 
lot of teaching but at least he wouldn't fall apart on her now as he had 
seemed about to do before in the heat of his excitement and the frenzy of 
his nervousness. They stepped into the shower together and turned on the 
spray, adjusting it until it made a sharp spray that stung when it hit their 
delicate bodies. 

"So you jack off in the shower!" Melanie said, stepping with him into the 
warm spray. "I think I'd like to see that. Do you mind doing it for me?" 

"Sure! Sure! I'll do anything for you. Anybody would!" the boy said, 
reaching down and grabbing his own rod. 

Melanie was taken by his remark. It was true after all. Anybody would do 
anything for her. She was so beautiful that she could have her pick of any 
of the men in town, or any of the boys for that matter. Perhaps her search 
for young male companionship and fucking wouldn't have to end with Lonnie 
Dennis. But at the moment Lonnie was enough for her to handle. She would 
play it by ear, doing with him all the things she had dreamed of doing with 
a boy and more. 

She watched while the boy stood under the shower spray pulling on himself. 
He looked her straight in the eye completely unabashed while he jacked off. 
Torrents of water ran down his body and trickled off the end of his cock. 
She reached for a bar of soap and a sponge and began lathering him up while 
he played with himself. She covered his shoulders and chest with lather, 
feeling the softness and incredible warmth of his smooth young body. She 
lathered his chest and thrilled to the promising young muscles of his torso. 
She pinched his tiny nipples and made them hard. By the time she had 
lathered him up all the way to his hairy groin she was hot beyond belief. 

She made his pubic hair look like a cream pie. She heaped a pile of suds on 
the head of his cock. He stopped jacking off and let her wash his slippery 
rod. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. She took a few 
pulls on his tool while she lathered him. She let her hand dip down between 
his legs and rub against his scrotum. She squeezed the cheeks of his 
slippery wet ass, too, making him groan with pleasure. And when she had 
covered him with white foam, she handed him the sponge and let him do the 
honors. 

He didn't quite know where to start. He rubbed the soapy sponge all over the 
woman's massive tits, filling the deep crevice between them with suds. He 
couldn't resist reaching out and stroking them, feeling the naked yielding 
flesh respond to his manipulation. Her tits seemed to have a life of their 
own. No wonder all the guys liked women with big tits. No wonder Randy was 
always talking about girls with big breasts and how it felt to play with 
them. He didn't really believe that any of the other guys had really touched 
a girl's naked tits. But Randy had and now he himself had. He was damn proud 
of himself. 

The suds ran in a slowly flowing river between Melanie's breasts and down 
onto her belly. Lonnie began soaping her silken flesh, feeling the gentle 
curve of her belly and the beginnings of the patch of soft hair between her 
legs. She had more curves than a mountain road, he thought. In fact her body 
seemed to be one infinitely flowing set of swellings and soft curves. She 
was amazingly sexy, he thought. He wondered if all the girls he would fuck 
in his life would be as sexy and exciting to feel and look at as this one. 

When he reached her love hair he lathered up her cunt and began rubbing the 
sponge against her raggedy cunt-lips. She seemed to like that a lot so he 
continued what he had started, making sloshing wet sounds with his sponge, 
the same sponge that his mother had been using, he imagined, to wash her own 
cunt. He began to think of Melanie in comparison to his mother. He had 
always thought that his mother was sexy as hell, although he hadn't dwelled 
on the subject a whole lot. Melanie's body was fuller looking, more lushly 
curved and heavier. His mother's body, or what he had seen of it, was more 
finely detailed, almost having a sculptured quality, delicate. He began to 
feel slightly ashamed about thinking of his mother's body that way. But now 
that he had taken his first plunge into sex, there was no controlling his 
horny thoughts. 

Melanie fell to her knees before the boy, seized by the sudden urge to suck 
his erect dick. She engulfed the head of his soapy dick, mindless of the 
suds that covered his cock and balls. She sucked the whole organ into her 
throat. He began thrusting his hips out toward her immediately. He moved 
faster and faster. Melanie tried to match his forward thrusts by bobbing her 
head up and down over his cock. She felt the hard head of his dick banging 
against the back of her wet throat. She reached down between her own legs 
and poked her finger in her sopping wet cunt, finger-fucking herself rapidly 
while she sucked him. 

"I want your dick in my cunt now!" Melanie said, pulling her head off his 
rod and standing up, her hand still on her cunt. 

"Do you mean it?" Lonnie asked. 

"I mean it! I want you dick in my pussy. I love it, Lonnie! I want you to 
screw me hard! I want you to cum in my belly! I want you to pound your hot 
cock into my twat!" she hissed. 

"I don't think I know how!" he said, realizing that he hadn't ever done such 
a thing before, although he had dreamed of it often enough. 

"You have the right general idea, don't you?" Melanie asked, rubbing her 
soapy thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. 

"I guess. I mean ... yeah! I guess I can do it. But I don't want to hurt you 
or anything! Randy said it hurts a girl sometimes when he fucks her hard." 
the boy said. 

"He shouldn't tell you things like that. It might keep you from enjoying 
yourself. It might hurt a little at first, but I don't mind, Lonnie. I love 
to be fucked hard by a handsome young man like you. Why don't you just put 
it in my cunt right here in the shower?" Melanie suggested, gathering a 
handful of suds and rubbing them into her gaping cunt-hole. 

"Here, in the shower? Jesus Christ! You mean it?! Wow!" Lonnie gasped, 
pushing himself up against the woman's lush, mature body. 

"Don't be so jackrabbity, Lonnie, darling. There's plenty of time. Fucking 
should be stretched out so that you can enjoy it longer. You take your time 
when you jack off, don't you?" she asked. 

"I take my time when I'm not in a hurry. Yeah." he answered, feeling her 
soapy cunt with his eager fingers. 

"Well, Lonnie, fucking a woman is the same thing, really. The longer you 
take, the more you enjoy it, and the more she enjoys it. Now just put your 
cock down between my legs. That's it. Let the head of it rub against my 
cunt-lips. That's beautiful. Now let me help you stick it in there. Oh! Oh, 
Lonnie! Now you've got it, Lonnie! Now move your hips a little. Not so hard. 
There! Back and forth. In and out! Up and down! Oh, that feels good! Do y ! 
like it, too?" Melanie asked, feeling the thrilling friction of his dick 
against her clit. 

"Shit! Oh shit! Fuck! This is just great! Hell! I don't believe it! This is 
somethin' else, Miss Terrell ... I mean, Melanie! It sure beats jacking off! 
Beats it by a mile!" Lonnie said, his young hips pumping into her. 

"Would you like to cum in my pussy? I want your sperm in my cunt! Fuck me 
faster now! That's it! Forget what I said about being slow with your 
fucking! Just pump my cunt until you shoot your load in my twat! Fuck me! 
Hard! Fast! Fuck me! Fill me up!" Melanie cried. 

Melanie was up against the shower wall now. Young Lonnie, lost in the hot 
frenzy of his first fuck, was thrusting up against the hot woman, pounding 
up into her blazing sex. He felt his young nuts banging up against his dick 
and the crotch of the beautiful woman's cunt. He knew that he wouldn't be 
able to hold off his orgasm much longer. He felt his seed rising deep within 
his nuts and blasting into her sopping wet gash. He felt as if he were 
collapsing after his ball-explosion. The peace he felt was beyond 
description. He panted and felt the woman's tits heaving against his chest. 

Melanie flashed off at the same time Lonnie came into her. She felt the 
beautiful tension rising from her cunt and coursing within her, felt it 
increasing in pace with his ever-increasing thrusting speed until he stopped 
suddenly at the moment of her orgasm. As her sexual inferno raged through 
her body she felt his hot but strangely soothing balm spraying inside her 
channel, filling her belly with an endless torrent of cum. She felt his dick 
arch up strong inside her when he shot off, felt his body collapsing against 
her. She collapsed, too, when her cunt flashed. They fell together against 
the shower wall, breathing deeply and trying to get control of themselves. 

"Miss Terrell! Oh shit! I did it! I fucked you! Damn! I did it!" Lonnie 
panted. 

"I'll say you did, dear!" Melanie gasped. 

In the wild frenzy of their shower fuck, they had managed accidentally to 
turn the shower on again. The harsh spray stung their shoulders and backs, 
washing off the thick mountains of suds that had covered them. When they had 
rested a moment or two, they got out of the shower and dried each other off. 
They took turns rubbing the big fluffy towel over each other's body, being 
careful not to neglect their sexual parts. Lonnie was all smiles when 
Melanie lifted her melons in her hands and offered them to him to dry. He 
toweled the quivering globes dry, taking time to pinch and tweak her 
nipples. He even popped them into his mouth and sucked each in turn as if it 
were the most commonplace activity for him. Melanie was pleased with the 
speed with which he learned the arts of sexual arousal. 

She let him rub the towel over her long, luscious legs, drying the gently 
jiggling flesh of her inner thighs. He moved the towel closer and closer to 
her dripping-wet hairy twat. He touched the towel to her gash with greater 
delicacy than she would have expected from a boy so young and inexperienced, 
patting her sensitive sex until it was dry, then rubbing gently the light 
brown hair of her pussy until it bushed out once again. He then dried her 
ass and drew the towel up and down over the gently curved halves of her 
butt, being careful not to neglect the crack of her full, womanly ass. 

"You're learning well, Lonnie, dear. Such delicacy. A minute ago you were a 
bundle of nerves and now you're doing things more slowly. Do you like drying 
me with that towel, darling? Do you like feeling my skin and exploring my 
curves? We should do this sort of thing more often. Here, let me dry you 
now." Melanie breathed. 

She vigorously rubbed his tousled head and rubbed him all over into a 
tingling blush of health. She rubbed his groin area roughly, which was 
apparently just fine with him. She rubbed his cock and balls at the same 
time pushing his genitalia all over the place. She dried the head of his 
soft prick more carefully. When she had finished his cock and balls, she 
dried his ass and legs. It wasn't long before the boy had gotten another 
erection. Melanie was amazed. She had somehow suspected that young boys were 
capable of tremendous feats of sexual prowess but his persistently stiff 
cock was more than she had expected. Her own cunt was hearing up, too. 

"Goodness, Lonnie. You never get enough do you? How many times is it that 
you've cum already tonight?" she asked, knowing perfectly well since each of 
his orgasms had been matched by her with a flashing rush of pleasure that 
she would never forget. 

"That's only the second time, Miss Terrell ... I mean, Melanie." the boy 
said. 

"How many more times do you think you can keep cumming?" she asked, holding 
his erect cock in her delicate hand. 

"I jack off five or six times some days." the boy said proudly. 

"Heavens! That sounds just wonderful! But you won't have to jack off 
anymore, Lonnie, my dear. You can share that pleasure with me, Lonnie. I 
love it when you shoot your cum into me! It's so rich and thick! So 
delicious! Just thinking about it makes me hungry for more. My pussy seems 
to be on fire! Maybe if you would just squirt some of your nice thick cum 
into my cunt again it would put out the fire." Melanie said, rubbing the 
kid's squeaky-clean cock-head with her thumb. 

"That's just fine with me. I like this fucking!" the boy said, all 
eagerness. 

"Then why don't we go into your bedroom ... No! Let's go into your mother 
and father's bedroom. I'll bet Bob and Ellen have a big bed. Would you mind? 
Would you like to fuck me on your mother's bed? Doesn't that just make your 
balls ache, Lonnie? Dirty things make sex more fun! Do you understand that? 
Nasty things an the best thing to do. Do you follow me?" Melanie whispered. 

"I ... I guess so ... I mean I guess I know how you mean...." Lonnie 
muttered. "But do you really want do it there?" 

"Why not? We can do anything we want to do as long as nobody finds out." she 
said. "You won't ever tell anybody about any of this, will you?" 

"Christ no! Mom and Dad'd kill me! No way!" he almost shouted. 

"I thought you'd understand. You're such a smart boy! But since nobody is 
ever going to find out about all the things we're doing, it doesn't matter 
what we do. Of course I don't want you to do anything you don't think you'd 
enjoy, dear." Melanie said, smiling wickedly at the sex-crazed young kid. 

Melanie let her young charge lead the way down the hall to his parents' 
bedroom where their wild pleasure would unfold in its ultimate depravity. 
Her cunt twitched and tingled inside at the mere thought of fucking Ellen's 
son in Ellen's own bed, the bed where she and Bob fucked and reveled in 
privacy. She had pretended coolness about her idea of fucking there when in 
reality her horny imagination was creating innumerable taboo delights for 
her to try there with her boy. These ideas excited her beyond belief, making 
butterflies dance in her stomach and making her cunt blaze with passion. 
There was no limit to the fun she could have with this willing boy. 

They walked into the spacious and well-appointed bedroom together, arm in 
arm, stark naked and tingling with hot sexuality. The boy's stiff dick 
jerked in a tempting rhythm as he walked cockily with his 
thirty-five-year-old love instructress. Melanie's yielding bosoms shook and 
moved gently as she walked with a sexy wiggle. She felt all curves and 
softness, as if her very body had mellowed during her mad romp with the boy. 
She was ready now for slow and pleasure-filled sex, having had already two 
quick and lust-inspired orgasms with the kid. Now they would learn together 
the more subtle ways of fucking and sucking. Melanie had all sorts of plans 
for him, plans that made her tense inside and yet easy with the feminine 
quietness and softness that she knew would drive the boy wild. 

They stood together by the side of the big bed where his mother and father 
slept and made love. The sheets were of the finest silk. Melanie let her 
lush body sink into the softness of the bed, lost in its luxuriousness. She 
felt the cool silk caressing her skin, slipping and sliding beneath her when 
she moved. She lay on her back, her legs parted slightly, her arms at her 
sides, her tit-pillows gently rounded, collapsing with their soft weight. 
The only light that fell on her magnificently proportioned body was the 
gentle yellowish light of a small lamp on Ellen's nightstand. The golden 
glow glanced over her flowing curves, beautifully highlighting her naturally 
fresh skin and the richness of her contours. Her love hair seemed to burn 
with a golden fire as the light became caught there. 

Lonnie thought Melanie was the most beautiful woman in the world. She looked 
full and rich and mellow. He detected her natural fragrance mingling with 
his mother's perfume that lingered in the room. He thought of his mother 
sleeping there on that very bed. And then he thought of her not sleeping at 
all but lying there naked and fresh, her legs slightly parted, her rich full 
body seeming to wait for something, resting. He blushed when he thought of 
his mother in Melanie's place. It was a nasty thought. But Melanie had told 
him that the nasty things were the most fun. And he had to admit that he did 
get a strangely satisfying tingle deep in his aching nuts when he thought of 
his mother lying there in her sweet nakedness. His feeling was one of sexual 
desire mingled with fear. That strange feeling remained with him throughout 
their romp on his mother's bed, exciting him in a new and powerful way. 

"Are you thinking about Ellen? Are you thinking about your mother? I am, 
Lonnie, my lover. Isn't she beautiful? Doesn't she have the most beautiful 
body? How graceful and elegant she is! She almost seems to dance everywhere 
she goes. I find her quite enticing, quite alluring. Don't you, Lonnie?" 
Melanie breathed, seductively filling the air with an atmosphere of mystery. 

"Yes ... Jesus Christ, Miss Terrell, she's my mother!" Lonnie said, feeling 
ashamed. 

"I know she is, Lonnie. That's just the point. She's also my best friend. 
And I'm a woman. And a woman isn't supposed to feel anything for another 
woman except a bit of sisterly affection perhaps. But I do feel something 
for Ellen, for your mother, Lonnie. Do you understand?" she cooed, looking 
into the boy's wild and glittering eyes. 

"I ... I ... I dunno!" he stuttered, obviously terribly confused by the 
powerfully stimulating images she was planting in his mind. 

"Just imagine, Lonnie, your mother lies in this bed every night. And she 
sleeps with Bob, your father. They make love here in this very bed, Lonnie. 
Imagine your mother lying here where I am. Imagine her lying here ready to 
take your daddy's big dick up her cunt. Perhaps she sucks his dick for him, 
too, just like I did for you. Just imagine it, Lonnie! She's lying here with 
her legs spread just waiting for your dad! And she has such long slender 
legs, too. I'll bet she reaches down and opens the lips of her cunt just 
like this! I'll bet she spreads her cunt open and tempts your daddy with her 
exciting blatant display. Do you think I'm as pretty as your mother, Lonnie? 
Do you like the way I'm opening my pussy for you?" Melanie hissed, getting 
more and more excited by the minute. 

"Oh shit, Miss Terrell! I can't take it anymore! You're makin' my fuckin' 
cock hurt! Cut it out!" Lonnie said, looking down at his feet, seeming 
almost bashful now. 

"Is it me? Or is it your mommy's bedroom that makes you so hot for me? Or is 
it both of us?" she asked, her eyes blazing with hot passion. 

"Both!" he admitted, surprised that he had gotten it out. 

"I have an idea, Lonnie. I have a nasty idea that we might both enjoy." she 
said, rising effortlessly from the bed and gliding about the room, brushing 
him playfully aside. 

Melanie walked sensuously over to Ellen's clothes closet and looked through 
her wardrobe until she found the sexiest negligee she had ever seen. She 
held it in front of her naked body, pressing the transparent material 
against her breasts. She turned toward her boyfriend and held the garment to 
her body. He stared in disbelief. He had never seen his mother in that 
thing! Melanie made it look almost invisible against her curvy body. He 
stared wide-eyed while she slipped into the red lacy thing. It covered her 
only enough to make him want to see her naked again. And it was his mother's 
negligee! It was the very garment that she probably wore to bed when she 
wanted to excite his dad! It was almost too much for the boy to take. He 
thought his nuts might explode at any minute. 

"Do you like me in your mother's negligee, Lonnie?" she asked, gliding 
catlike toward him. 

He could only nod his head nervously in agreement. He realized that his 
fists were balled at his sides. Something was making him terribly tense and 
terribly hot in the balls. He knew deep down inside that it was the 
atmosphere of the room and the clothes that Melanie wore that kept him so 
excited. She was deliberately exploiting his previously unexpressed passions 
for his own mother to excite him, to make him a helpless slave to her sexual 
designs. There was no stopping her, even though he knew pretty well what she 
was doing to him. She was simply too mysterious and the atmosphere was too 
thoroughly charged with sexual electricity for him to resist her advances, 
even though he was afraid. 

"Would you like to feel Ellen's negligee? Would you like to run your fingers 
over the lace? Here, feel my tits through your mother's negligee, Lonnie. Go 
ahead. Enjoy yourself! I'll like that, too." she whispered, standing at 
arm's length in front of him. 

He reached out and let his fingers trail over her huge out-thrust knockers, 
feeling the turgid little peaks of her tasty nipples beneath the slightly 
scratchy material of her garment. His trembling hands could not resist 
taking huge handfuls of her quaking yielding flesh and kneading it until her 
tits seemed to grow hot in his hands. She whispered obscene suggestions 
about his mother until he could take no more of it. He fell into her 
breasts, burying his face there, breathing hot and hard against her. 

Melanie felt his body pressing up against her, felt his cock hard and hot 
tenting the material of Ellen's negligee, wetting it with his pre-cum. She 
knew that the scratchy material of the garment was exciting his dick with 
its friction, spurring him on the greater heights of excitement. Now was the 
time, she knew, to fall into the big bed with him. She walked him over to 
the sex-bed and toppled with him into the billowy softness of it. She felt 
the silk sheets sliding beneath them. She felt the boy's trembling but eager 
hands running all over; her body. Her negligee was tucked up and crumpled. 
Between the two of them they somehow managed to divest her of the flimsy 
garment. She tried to toss it away but Lonnie held it tightly in his hand, 
pressing it between his tense young legs. 

"Oh, damn! Mom's bed! Mom's negligee! Shit! Fuck! You're so damn beautiful! 
What're you doin' to me?" he groaned, writhing against the naked body of the 
horny schoolteacher. 

"Do you like it? Do you really like it?" she hissed through clenched teeth. 
"Then fuck me! Put your dick in my cunt again. Fuck me in the twat, little 
boy lover! Screw me with your hard stick! I want it!" 

She rolled over on her back and raised her legs, bending them at the knees. 
She pushed him off her until he was on his knees before her. She held her 
hands flat against his hard young chest, slowing him down, keeping him in a 
hot frenzy. She knew that he wanted to get his rocks off on her any way he 
could. She felt the same excitement. She wanted to cum again, too. But she 
knew that he would probably shoot off before she could feel the supreme 
pleasure of his sex-stalk rubbing against her clit. She was afraid he might 
shoot the stuff prematurely and spill his seed all over her belly. 

"I know how excited you are, Lonnie. But let us try to go easy this time, 
dear. Slow down a bit. Here, come to Melanie and let me suck your dick for a 
while." she said, beckoning the horny kid. 

"I'll come in your mouth again, Miss Terrell. I don't think I can hold it in 
anymore." he protested, scooting closer to her. 

"Let me worry about that, Lonnie, honey." she smiled. 

Lonnie straddled her and scooted over her tits until his arching penis was 
pushing against her wet lips. The woman wrapped her sweet lips around the 
wet head of the boy's sex and gently sucked at it. She nibbled the flange 
around the head of the boy's organ, making him shiver each time her teeth 
scraped against his cock. She reached under his dick and pulled at his nuts 
while she worked on him, kneading and rolling the balls around together. She 
thrilled to the softness of the boy's scrotal sac and the warm life inside 
it. It made her melt inside when she thought that she was actually holding a 
boy's nuts in her hands. Only a few hours before she was totally without the 
comfort of deeply satisfying sex. And now she had plunged into it and had a 
boy for her very own to do with as she pleased. 

Lonnie was enjoying her loving gentle work on his cock. He hadn't known that 
sex could feel that good. He had shot off thousands of times when he played 
with himself and he had cum twice already into Miss Terrell. But that had 
always been fast and furious. The way she worked on him now was more 
relaxing, more deeply satisfying. He knew that when he finally came it would 
be wild beyond belief. He felt the huge pillows of hot flesh against his 
asscheeks, moving gently as the lovely woman breathed beneath him. He 
couldn't help reaching behind him and pinching her nipples. She seemed to 
like that. 

Melanie slurped at the kid's juicy cock for a while and then pulled off, 
licking up and down the root of his dick for a while. She reached out and 
gave him a few gentle pulls, which made him stiffen and sit up straight. She 
could tell from the tension in the boy's young legs that he was ready to cum 
again. She kept her tongue away from his penis, forcing herself to leave him 
alone until his tension subsided. 

"Are you ready to fuck me again now?" she asked. 

"Shit yes! Let me do it! Right now! I gotta!" he gasped. 

"Not so fast. Do it gently. I really want to enjoy this." she smiled. 

She raised her pink-luscious legs over her head and told the boy to scoot 
down between them. He obeyed gladly, sitting there on his haunches between 
her legs, waiting for her instructions. She thought he looked the picture of 
eagerness sitting there patiently like that. She told him to reach down and 
take his stiffly arching prick in his hand. She told him to push the thing 
down until it rubbed in the fur of her cunt. Then she told him to push his 
organ down even farther until it rubbed against her slippery cunt-lips. She 
gasped when she felt his hot, blood-filled cock pressing up against her 
cunt. She reached down and pulled open the pouting raggedy lips of her 
feminine treasure. 

She told Lonnie to ease it into her, being gentle and slow. He pushed his 
pelvis toward her, watching her face for any signs of disapproval. He saw 
none. She encouraged him in his work, telling him in warm whispers how good 
he was making her feel. She felt his rod pushing into her wet gaping cunt, 
felt his cock-shaft rubbing against her hot little clit. He took his time 
easing himself into her until his sparse pubic hair was tangled with hers, 
their sexes butting up against each other in hot union. 

When the boy had impaled the horny schoolteacher all the way up to his 
balls, she told him to begin what he had wanted to do long ago. She told him 
to begin moving in and out of her sucking hole, and he obeyed. He pumped her 
too fast at first but slowed his fucking pace when he saw that she wasn't 
quite satisfied. He was learning fast, she thought. She told the boy to 
gyrate his pelvis a bit, scraping his cock-head against the soft inner walls 
of her vaginal canal. His dick felt like a pulsating, thrusting corkscrew 
fucking away inside her. She began to move with him. 

Lonnie felt the woman heating up, felt her womanly flesh moving beneath him. 
It made him feel powerful to know that he was making her writhe so hotly. He 
pulled his long young tool out of her almost all the way, forcing it all the 
way back in on each forward stroke. He heard the wet sucking sounds that 
emanated from the juncture of his cock and her wet pussy as he pumped into 
her. The sounds and scents of hot fucking filled the air in Mrs. Dennis' 
bedroom. Melanie was filled with thoughts of Ellen and Bob while the boy 
screwed her. 

Melanie imagined her best friend and her husband locked in a sexual embrace 
in the very bed in which Lonnie screwed her. She imagined the two parents 
sitting by the bed watching her fuck their fourteen-year-old son. She felt 
the most peculiar mixture of shame and sexual excitement. She knew that what 
she and Lonnie were doing was bad and taboo. Her sense of guilt made her 
fuck even more enjoyable. She knew that Lonnie felt the same way about it. 
And she knew that he too had to be filled with thoughts of his mother and 
father fucking on that same bed. It was more thrilling than any sex act she 
had ever imagined while she fucked herself with her humming dildo. It was 
more thrilling than any sex act Lonnie imagined while he pulled himself off 
in the privacy of his room. 

For the first time in Melanie's life she was totally free of the memory of 
her sadistic rape. For the first time in her life she was helplessly adrift 
in the sea of passion with no point of reference on shore. She was free of 
the doubts and fears that had plagued her for so long. Her only thoughts 
revolved about the pleasure she was feeling. She no longer cared about 
tomorrow or yesterday. She no longer gave any thought to the consequences of 
her actions on this night of hot sex and depravity. Her body and mind 
seethed with lust. 

She wrapped her long soft legs around the boy's trim waist and held him to 
her tightly. She felt him increase not only the strength but the speed of 
his chuffing thrusts into her. Her cunt tingled and burned. She felt 
white-hot and dripping with the fluids of her sexuality. She began to match 
his pummeling movements, arching her back up off the bed and meeting his 
forward motions with her own. The pace of their chuffing was slowly 
increasing as they both rose to the heights of sexual ecstasy. Soon the bed 
was bouncing, the pillows tossing and the silk sheets slipping and sliding 
beneath them. 

Lonnie felt his hot cum-filled testicles slapping up against Melanie's hot 
and wet cunt. Melanie felt the boy's hard-on stiff and unyielding inside her 
rosy channel, thrusting in and out of her with abandoned lust. She felt her 
hot silken tits shaking and moving wildly as she writhed. Lonnie was almost 
on top of her now, holding himself up over her. He could feel her breasts 
pressing up against his hairless chest, could feel her erect titties 
brushing against his tender skin. He was beginning to sweat, beginning to 
pant. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were darting about the room, 
unable to fix on anything. As far as he could tell there was nothing in the 
world now except this hot-assed cunt he was screwing. He could hear her soft 
mewling mingling with his own moans and gasps of pleasure. 

Melanie's body suddenly exploded inside. Her cunt moistened and flashed with 
the mind-fucking intensity of her orgasm, seeming to melt her insides. And 
she felt the boy blowing his wad into her at the same time she flashed. She 
screamed out loud when she felt his seed squirting up inside her. She 
reached out and grabbed him, pulling him to her. He moaned loud and long 
when he came. He fell against her, lost himself in the luscious fullness of 
her. His breathing was fast and short. She felt his breath against her 
cheek. The air was full of their low sounds of love. A stillness surrounded 
them, shutting out the rest of the world. 

It was no wonder that they didn't see or hear the twins standing there in 
the doorway. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Danny and David had been standing in the bedroom door for a long time, not 
daring to move a muscle or make a sound. They were staring bug-eyed at the 
wild goings on in their parents' bed with Lonnie and Miss Terrell. They 
couldn't really believe what they saw. It looked like their brother had his 
dick stuck in their neighbor's "thing". But that couldn't really be! And so 
they both stood there staring, wondering if they were dreaming and waiting 
to be noticed. 

Danny and David weren't quite sure what sex was all about yet. They had 
overheard Randy talking to Lonnie about it on several occasions, but, 
because they were a whole year younger than Lonnie, they had been excluded 
from these sessions. The only things they knew about the subject were the 
things they had heard from the guys at school. If what they saw on the bed 
in the dim light of the night lamp was sex. The things they had heard were 
fairly accurate in their description of the business. 

The boys knew that the guy was supposed to shove his dick into the girl's 
cunt and pound away like crazy until his balls squirted that thick sticky 
stuff all the way up inside her. They had jacked off a lot already but had 
never even seen a real cunt. Lonnie and Randy had some pictures of cunts and 
even one or two pictures of people fucking, but they kept these rare photos 
a secret, only bringing them up when they wanted to remind the twins that 
they were just punks. They were amazed that Lonnie and Miss Terrell were 
really doing that. She was about as old as their mother! 

A strange thing began to happen to the two thirteen-year-old boys, or at 
least they thought it was strange at the time. The longer they looked at the 
scene on the bed the more they wished that they were doing it, too. In fact 
their little pricks began to respond to the scene, stiffening and standing 
at attention in their pants. They looked at each other and then down in 
front of each other's body to see if the effect was the same on both of 
them. After five minutes of staring at the sexy woman next door and their 
horny brother, the two boys were horny enough themselves. They felt like 
jacking off or something, but that was out of the question at the moment. 
David reached down and rubbed his dick through his scout uniform pants. Then 
he quickly patted his brother's dick, making him giggle. 

Melanie screamed as if she were being murdered. When she had heard what 
sounded like a dirty giggle coming from the direction of the door, she 
rolled on her side and opened her eyes, staring for a second at the boys and 
then shrieking in terror. It was as if the whole of her lewd conduct with 
the innocent young Lonnie had been exposed for the entire town to see. She 
was suddenly consumed with shame and regret. She blushed noticeably, her 
heart beating. What had she done now? The boys would surely tell somebody 
about what they had seen. She had somehow trusted Lonnie to keep quiet about 
it all. But these young children! What if they told their parents? How could 
they not tell their parents? She was beside herself. 

Melanie jumped out of bed and ran to the door, her naked knockers shaking 
and bouncing as she ran, her arms flailing. She grabbed the negligee that 
was rumpled up on the bed and held it in front of her. She pushed the 
wide-eyed, grinning boys out the door and slammed it in their faces. She 
shouted at them to stay right where they were. She looked back at the bed at 
Lonnie, terror in her eyes. She was beginning to cry. 

Lonnie didn't really see what all the commotion was about. After all, he 
thought, Miss Terrell was the one who started the whole thing. So what if 
his kid brothers wanted to watch. He wasn't particularly ashamed of what 
they had been doing, at least not any more. He decided that she was right 
about doing whatever made him feel good, whether other people might think it 
was bad or not. He just stayed on the bed, on his knees now, his cock 
dripping with cum, just waiting for Melanie to get back in bed with him and 
do it again. 

Melanie stood with her back against the door, as if trying to keep somebody 
out. She looked on Lonnie as if he were a stranger. He seemed to be waiting 
for more, as if his appetite had only been whetted. She reached down between 
her legs and felt her cunt, felt her pussy wet with her own lubricating 
juices and the thick cream of Lonnie's cum. She looked at her hand with 
horror, as if she had just committed a murder with it. 

"Come on, Miss Terrell, let's do it again!" Lonnie suggested. "I'm all 
ready!" 

And to Melanie's amazement she saw that the boy was indeed ready again, his 
dick tense and stiff in front of him, cum still dripping from it from his 
last ejaculation. She didn't know what to do. Part of her told her to jump 
back in bed with this amazingly virile young boy while another voice inside 
her told her to run from the house and never return. Not knowing which voice 
to heed she simply stood there frozen into inaction. She couldn't move until 
she saw Lonnie scramble out of the bed and walk toward her, a hot glow in 
his eyes. 

"No! No more! Not now!" she said, spitting out the words harshly. 

When Melanie saw the hurt look on the boy's face she softened somewhat. It 
wasn't his fault after all, she thought. She made her bed and she was the 
one to lie in it. She wished she could lie in it alone, at least while she 
thought out her problems. 

"Lonnie ... Lonnie ... Put this on and go to your room." she said, taking 
his father's robe from the back of a chair and handing it to the boy. 

"But I don't wanna! I wanna fuck you again, Melanie. Come on, Melanie!" the 
boy whined. 

"Not now!" she said flatly. "And I think you'd better call me Miss Terrell." 
she added. 

"Aw, shucks! It's all hard again! If I go to my room, I'll just have to beat 
off again! Can't you just jack it off for me!?" the boy insisted. 

"No! Absolutely not! Now go to your room! Go to your room, or I'll tell your 
mother!" she said, realizing how impossible her situation was now. 

"Shit! Can we do it again tomorrow? Or later tonight?" the kid asked, 
obviously downtrodden at the sudden loss of the good thing he had discovered 
in Miss Terrell. 

"We'll talk about that later." Melanie said, almost to herself. "Now go to 
your room." 

Lonnie stormed out the door and down the hall to his bedroom. Melanie saw 
that the two boys who had interrupted their lovemaking and brought her a 
sudden recurrence of her habitual shame were still standing in the hallway, 
listening to the conversation inside the tightly shut up bedroom. She closed 
the door behind Lonnie and ran to Ellen's closet to find something to cover 
her nakedness. Then she stood before the door, taking a deep breath and 
trying to control herself for the ordeal to come. She knew there was no way 
to lie to the boys about what they had seen with their own eager eyes. She 
had caught a glimpse of their erections making hard bumps in their scout 
uniforms and she knew that the sight they had seen had made an impression on 
them. She could only order them to keep quiet and hope that they would obey 
her. It was her only hope. 

When she had gathered her wits about her, she threw open the bedroom door 
and confronted the boys. They stared at her as if she were still naked the 
way they had discovered her on the bed. She realized that the dress she had 
thrown on in her distracted rush to make herself decent really hid little of 
her delicious femininity. She silently cursed Ellen for her taste for sexy 
low-cut dresses. She knew that she had to be firm with the boys. She knew 
that she could not let them see in her any embarrassment or shame over what 
she and Lonnie had done. At the same time she knew that she had to put a 
quick stop to the whole affair. And she had to do away with any ideas the 
twins might have to join her in the activities. 

"I suppose there's no point in denying that you saw something in there, 
boys." Melanie said, her voice unnaturally firm and unwavering. "However, 
it's finished now and you are to forget it. Do you understand?" she asked, 
unable to look the boys in the eye. 

There was a long and nervous silence, during which Melanie was unable to 
keep her obviously frightened eyes from wandering over the bodies of the 
young boys who stood before her, not believing her at all. They sensed that 
there was something not at all honest in her artificially harsh manner. 
Melanie herself felt that her facade, so hastily constructed, was crumbling 
as she stood there. She couldn't help noticing how cute the twins were with 
their expressions of wonder and confusion. And she detected the shadow of a 
nasty little grin on each boy's face as they stared at the woman's full, 
luscious body. She was afraid to think what was going on in their innocent 
young minds. She could see clearly enough what was going on between their 
innocent young legs. 

She winced when her eyes traveled down to their crotches and beheld the 
bumps that could only have been made by hard penises swollen with 
excitement. She swallowed when she saw their erect cocks, and in a second 
she knew that the night was far from over for her. All her determination to 
end her depraved acts with Lonnie and put young boys from her horny mind 
vanished in an instant when she realized that Danny and David were hard and 
horny for her. She looked at the expressions of confusion and barely 
concealed lust on the children's faces and was immediately told that they 
wanted her to teach her some of the tricks that she had taught their older 
brother. If only Bob and Ellen hadn't raised such sexually responsive kids! 
She had to face the undeniable fact that she was much too sexy to put sex 
from her mind now and that she had started something that she couldn't 
possibly stop now, although she had to try. She would try one last effort to 
put a stop to her sexual activities with the Dennis boys by being firm with 
them. And if her attempt failed, she had no choice, she knew, but to plunge 
again into the seething sea of her depraved lust. 

"David! Danny! Go to your room! You are to forget what you saw and go to 
your room!" she almost shouted, her heart fluttering, her eyes unable to 
focus on anything but the stiff bulges of the boys' cocks. 

"We don't want to, Miss Terrell! It's not our bedtime yet!" Danny said, his 
bright blue eyes flashing with indignation. 

"And besides, Miss Terrell...." David began. 

"Besides nothing! If I say it's your bedtime, it is your bedtime! I am here 
to sit with you, and you will do as I say. Now go to your room!" she said, 
her voice rising in pitch as well as in intensity, betraying her intense 
fear. 

"Aw, shucks!" Danny said, stomping his foot. 

Melanie was beginning to think that her firmness might be having some 
effect. 

"We haven't had anything to eat yet!" David said, managing to finish what 
Melanie had interrupted. 

"Oh." she said. "All right then. I will go downstairs and fix you something. 
You will stay in your room until then. No, better yet, you will go and wash 
up. Come down to the kitchen in twenty minutes and eat your supper. Then you 
will go to bed immediately. And I don't want you talking to Lonnie while I'm 
away. Do you understand?" she said. 

"Are you going away?" David asked, a bit disappointed. 

"Yes. I'll drop in tomorrow and have a long talk with you. There are some 
things I want you and your brother to understand." she said. 

"Mommy always comes up and says goodnight to us before we go to bed, Miss 
Terrell." Danny added, looking down at his feet shyly. 

"You're much too old for that!" she said. 

"We won't be able to sleep if you don't, Miss Terrell!" David said, his eyes 
all sincerity. 

"Don't be ridiculous!" Melanie said. "You boys are thirteen years old!" 

"Honest, Miss Terrell. Mommy always tucks us in." Danny said. 

"Oh, all right. I'll come up later. But only for a second. Now you get along 
and do as I say." 

The boys shuffled off silently and Melanie went downstairs to fix the boys 
something to eat. As she was descending the long stairs she thought she 
heard dirty laughter coming from the general direction of the bathroom. She 
knew that the boys had been fooling her about having to tuck them in. But 
she had fallen for their trick, and there was no way to back out now. 
Something inside her made her want to keep her rendezvous with the two horny 
little boys. Something kept telling her to go up to see the boys no matter 
how afraid she was, no matter how they had tricked her, no matter what the 
boys might have in mind for her. They were making her cunt hot, making her 
tingle all over just as Lonnie had, just as Randy had. 

Melanie discharged her sitter duties and dressed in her own clothes quickly, 
starting to head upstairs to put Ellen's dress where she had found it but 
deciding that it would not be a good idea to ever set foot in Ellen's 
bedroom again. She left the dress on the sofa and ran home, her mind ablaze 
with memories of the fucking sucking she had done with Ellen's 
fourteen-year-old son. The images of the two thirteen-year-old boys standing 
in the hallway with hard-ons bulging beneath their scout uniforms seemed to 
chase her as she ran across the yards to her own house. She found her own 
house vacant and strangely unsatisfying when she finally reached it. 

Sitting alone in her large living room she felt abandoned and hurt. She had 
only minutes before been locked in a mad embrace with Lonnie, sucking his 
cock and being fucked beautifully in his innocent eager way. But now she was 
alone again and it terrified her. When she had been with Lonnie she had had 
no thoughts of loneliness, had had no real thoughts at all, only the surging 
sensations of sex and the warming feeling of love. With Lonnie she had felt 
both sexual love and the love of a woman for a boy, for a boy young enough 
to be her own son. The two feelings had merged, had become one feeling so 
powerful that it still resided deep within her somewhere. She was filled 
with an intense longing to have Lonnie again, and to enfold the twins in her 
arms. 

She puzzled over her situation for hours, unable to keep her mind off her 
sexual and moral dilemma. The longer she thought about it, the less it 
became a question of morality. She wasn't hurting the boys at all, she knew. 
In fact, she thought, she was doing them some real good. She was introducing 
them to sex at an age when they could learn to enjoy it to the full and 
participate without guilt feeling. Her major problem was the heat burning 
between her legs. She needed relief again, needed one last fling with the 
young sex-students next door before she could be truly satisfied. She fought 
the idea all the way over to the Dennis' but by the time she reached the 
door she was too hot to fight at all. 

It was very late. She noticed that all the lights in the house were off. She 
sneaked in through the patio door and padded upstairs, leaving her shoes on 
the bottom step. She stood at the end of the hall and tried to collect 
herself. She tingled with sexuality. She felt that her femininity was at the 
height of its charm and sexual appeal. She felt as if she could do anything 
if only her courage would let her. She knew that Lonnie's room was nearer to 
the top of the stairs than the room the twins shared. She tiptoed past it 
and stopped outside the twins' room. She could hardly breathe. The air was 
hot and stifling, and her body was tense with hot sexuality. 

She opened the door soundlessly and just as soundlessly stepped inside, 
knowing inside that it was too late to turn back now. She had taken the 
first step and she was on her own with her exciting plans. She stood there 
long enough to accustom herself to the blackness and then silently stepped 
over to the bunk beds that Danny and David shared. She sat quietly on a 
chair near the bed and peered at the boy sleeping on the lower berth. He was 
lying on his back, a crisp white sheet pulled up to his neck. When her eyes 
could finally make out detail, she realized that it was David she was eyeing 
so hungrily. 

There was a full moon that night. The cool moonlight filtered in through the 
leafy maple trees outside the upstairs window and glanced over the bed, 
illuminating the scene with somewhat harsh white light. She knew that the 
boy was fast asleep, his breathing was slow and regular. She watched his 
chest rise and fall for a while, wishing she could see what he looked like 
under the sheet that covered him. She reached out and made a move to feel 
his face. She caught herself and pulled her hand back. But she couldn't 
resist her impulses. She stretched out her hand once more and let her 
fingers brush against the smooth skin of the boy's cheek. She thrilled to 
the warmth of him and wanted more. She let her fingers trail down over his 
lips, feeling his facial contours gently, being careful not to awaken him. 

She let her hand run down his throat and managed to force herself to stop, 
at least momentarily, where the sheet began. She touched the material that 
covered his sleeping young body and felt the warmth of his flesh radiating 
up through the sheet. She had to see him naked. She began slowly to pull the 
sheet down" over his sleeping form, baring first his chest and then the 
tightly muscled area of his stomach. She stopped denuding him when the sheet 
reached a few scattered hairs just above his groin. She put her hand on his 
smooth chest and felt his young heart beating slowly. She felt her own heart 
beating, too, only its pace was much faster than the boy's. 

She let her hand glide over him until she could feel the small but 
unmistakable ripples of his well-developed stomach. She hadn't expected him 
to be so far along in his physical development. But the Dennis boys were all 
physical fitness buffs and she approved of the results of their activities. 
She looked at David's handsome, boyishly innocent face. She reached out and 
felt his slender but promising arms, felt the tiny soft hairs that grew here 
and there on his suntanned skin. She touched his tousled blond hair, 
brushing it back over his forehead. She wished that she had raised a boy 
like David. 

Her hands continued to explore the kid's body, dipping now under the sheet 
and feeling the sparse, newly grown hair of his flat groin. She dared not 
remove the sheet all the way, afraid that the sight of his naked cock would 
excite her too much. She contented herself with feeling around blindly 
beneath the sheet until she found what she was after. When she found it she 
gasped so loudly that she was afraid she might have awakened the boy. The 
feel of his soft young penis in her delicate warm hand was enough to stir 
her deep down in her belly. She played with the boy's small but promising 
organ very gently. 

She slipped her hand down under the boy's soft cock and felt his hot, heavy 
testicles. She caressed the boy's scrotum with her sensitive fingers, 
feeling his egg-shaped nuts moving inside his sac. She was dizzy and excited 
not only sexually but also emotionally. She was actually holding this boy's 
young virility in her hand, actually playing with the boy's balls, the balls 
that made the hot sperm she wanted to suck out of his body! Her mind reeled 
with images of the thirteen year old's dick. She had to find out how it 
looked. She had to add his cock to her collection. 

Looking at his face to see if he was stirring she pulled the sheet down all 
the way and let it hang down over the foot of the bunk-bed. The boy moved a 
little when the sheet finally slipped down over the bed. She was still, 
perfectly still for a moment. Then she turned her attention to the boy's 
pubic area. The kid's prick was everything she had expected it to be. It was 
smaller than Lonnie's but just as beautiful as far as she was concerned in 
her heated state. She stared at the rather thick length of flesh that lay 
silent and warm-looking against his upper leg. He was circumcised and the 
head of his cock peeked up at her with its single eye. She had to touch it, 
had to play with it, even at the risk of waking him. 

She moaned deep down in her throat when she reached out and felt the soft 
length of her boy's cock. She lifted it and moved it around, looking at it 
in the dim white moonlight, examining it with loving attention to every 
detail, every curve of it. She felt that she could have stared at David's 
dick all night. But she had to do more to the boy than merely feel him. She 
wanted to taste him, too, wanted to touch her gentle lips to his skin. She 
bent over his chest and kissed him there, very gently. She felt him stir 
when her lips touched him. She still held his cock in her hand. She began to 
feel the warm thing stirring, filling with blood and thickening, growing 
warmer in her hand. 

Melanie knew that the boy would wake soon if she continued exploring his 
sleeping body but she could not resist. She let her kisses trail down past 
his navel all the way to the curly growth of his pubic hair. She felt the 
warmth of his cock against her cheek now, felt the blood-heat radiating from 
his organ. She let his dick rub against her cheek and her soft chin until 
she could resist temptation no longer. She touched her lips to the kid's 
lengthening dick, which, although it was not overly large, she considered to 
be a tasty mouthful. Her warm wet lips encircled the bared head of his cock, 
wetting it with saliva. She took the whole thing into her mouth and slowly 
worked her tongue over the head of it. In no time at all David's prick was 
stiff and ready inside her sweet, sucking mouth. 

She looked up at the boy and saw that he was moving, writhing slowly, 
halfway between sleep and consciousness. She knew that he was coming to. She 
took her mouth off his dick and put her pretty lips against his, holding his 
rod in her hand and slowly working it up and down. When he opened his eyes 
he saw the lovely woman's face smiling at him affectionately. 

David seemed startled at first. But when he realized what was happening to 
him his shock subsided and his surprised expression was replaced by a boyish 
grin. Melanie was amazed at the ease with which he had accepted her 
manipulations. He seemed less afraid than Lonnie had been. She breathed 
against his cheeks softly and whispered that there was nothing to be afraid 
of. She told him that she had decided to treat him to the same experience to 
which she had treated Lonnie. The boy desired no explanation. He merely put 
his hands behind his head and relaxed while the sexy schoolteacher played 
with his prick and balls. 

"Do you like this, David?" Melanie whispered. "Do you like having my hand on 
your cock?" she asked. 

"It feels real good, Miss Terrell." the boy replied, spreading his smooth 
young legs to let her have a better look at him. 

"Do you know that I had your cockie in my mouth while you were asleep?" she 
asked, her eyes blazing. 

"Gee, no, Miss Terrell!" he answered. "Is that why it's so hard?" 

"Yes, David, that's why it's so hot and hard. Would you like me to put it in 
my mouth again for you and suck on it till it squirts me full of that white 
sticky stuff?" she asked. 

"Oh shit, Miss Terrell. That'd be great! That'd be real great!" the boy 
said, getting more and more excited by the beautiful woman. 

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" she asked, bending over his 
lower belly and biting at his groin. 

"Gosh no, Miss Terrell! Who'd I do it with?" he asked, jumping when he felt 
the woman's face so close to his cock. 

"Haven't any of the little girls ever felt your dickie for you?" Melanie 
asked. 

"Well, Susie Watson did once. But she wouldn't do it again. I asked her, but 
she was kinda scared, I guess." the boy admitted, grinning. 

"I'm not scared at all, David. I like little boys. I mean I like young men 
like you. she said, kissing his now rigid staff. 

"Gosh, Miss Terrell. I kinda like you, too. You're so beautiful and all!" 
the boy replied, arching his back and raising his ass up off the bed to make 
his cock stick out farther. 

Melanie was sucking on the boy's cock with a passion, her hands running up 
under his ass and feeling his buttocks and the smooth balls that hung 
beneath them. She was making little tongues of fire run up and down the 
shaft of his rod, making surging shocks of sexual electricity shoot back and 
forth inside his nuts. His buttocks flexed and clenched against her hand 
when she put it in between the cheeks of his butt. Soon the boy was writhing 
uncontrollably. He hadn't expected the experience to be so mind-bending. 

Kneeling on the floor by the side of the bunk-bed Melanie looked the picture 
of hot lust. She looked even better when she took time out from her 
explorations to pull her dress off. She hadn't bothered to put anything on 
under it, leaving her stark naked in all her feminine splendor. The kid 
stared at her as she denuded herself. What a pair of tits! David had seen 
her naked in the dim light of his mother's bedroom but he hadn't expected to 
see her only a foot or two away from him. She had tits the size of melons, 
big and bulging, silken-looking, jiggling when she moved, seeming to be 
alive with warm pleasure. He had to touch her tits. 

She saw him reaching out as if to grab her and knew what he wanted. She 
crawled closer to him and, still on her knees, presented her glorious bosoms 
for his inspection. She cradled them obscenely in her hands, lifting them, 
offering her mammaries to the innocent thirteen-year-old with the look of 
depravity in her blazing eyes. Her nipples were stiff and goose-fleshed, 
tingling inside, dying to be tweaked and sucked by the boy. Melanie's cunt 
was positively dripping between her hot legs, saturating her cunt-hair with 
dew. She knew that she was at least as excited as the boy was. 

"Aren't my breasts nice?" she whispered tauntingly. "Wouldn't you like to 
touch them? Wouldn't you like to feel them? They're so soft and smooth. I 
like to have boys like you feel my titties." she said, moving closer and 
closer to the boy. 

"Oh, Christ! Goddamn!" the boy said, reaching out and letting his hands fall 
on Melanie's soft yielding knockers. 

"Have you ever felt a woman's breasts?" she asked, reaching down and taking 
the boy's rod in her hand again. 

"No! Damn no! Fuck!" he said. "Oh shit, that's too much!" 

"How do my breasts compare to your mother's?" she whispered. 

"Better! Better! Bigger!" he said, squeezing the' melons of flesh as if his 
hands were out of control. 

"Then you must see her tits a lot." Melanie continued. 

"Whenever I can." the boy said, blushing a bit, "What a terrible thing!" 
Melanie said with mock seriousness. "Do you mean that you actually like to 
see your mother's tits?" 

"Well ... I guess ... I mean hell, sometimes I can't help it...." the boy 
said, self-consciously. 

"Meaning?" Melanie asked. 

"Well ... She's always walking around the house naked. A guy can't keep his 
eyes shut all the time." he admitted. 

"True. From now on you can look at my tits instead. And you can feel mine, 
too." she said. "Wouldn't you rather feel my tits instead of just looking at 
your mother's?" 

"Oh yeah! Yeah!" the boy grunted. 

Melanie was intrigued by the admission that David's mother paraded about in 
the nude. She wondered what made her do such a thing. And with such horny 
youngsters around the house, too! Perhaps Ellen did it all on purpose! 
Perhaps there was more to Ellen Dennis than Melanie had realized. 

"Come in my hand, David! Shoot your sperm into my hand! I want to rub it all 
over my tits! Do it! Do it now! Can you shoot it now, David?" she groaned, 
alive with lust, pounding at the boy's rock-hard erection while he fondled 
her tits. 

"Oh hell yes! Shit yes! I'm comin'! I can feel it!" David gasped as he felt 
his nuts seeming to burst. 

"Yessss! Shoot it! Oh please! I love it! cum!" she cried, burying her head 
in the boy's groin. 

When David ejaculated his heavy load of sperm Melanie directed the blasts so 
that each landed hard against her tits. When the boy was finished shooting 
she rubbed his copious emission into her quaking breasts, covering them with 
a slippery glaze of sperm. She then positioned herself over the boy, 
crawling in bed with him and straddling his chest. There was hardly room for 
her to sit up but she managed. She pushed her luscious tits into the boy's 
wildly excited face and let him suck her stiff little nipples. Her cunt was 
dripping hot lovejuices all over his hard young chest. 

"Would you like to suck my cunt?" she smiled down at him. "Would you like to 
lick my sweet pussy?" 

"Can I? Oh, yessss! Let me do it!" the boy sputtered, his mouth still full 
of hot tit. 

Melanie straddled the kid and pushed her wet cunt up against his face. She 
was almost choking the boy. He had to fight for his breath, but he proceeded 
to lap at her offered cunt anyway, liking it more and more all the time. His 
tongue found its way between her pussy-lips and entered her flexing quaking 
channel. Soon the boy's chin was wet with her sex-juices. 

"Hey! What's goin' on down there?" a voice said from the upper bunk. 

"Miss Terrell's letting me suck her cunt! Just like she did Lonnie! Shit! 
It's delicious! No wonder all the older guys are always talking about 
fucking!" David shouted, full of uncontrolled excitement. 

"You kiddin'?" Danny asked, hanging over the bed and looking wide-eyed at 
the goings on downstairs. 

"No shit!" David said to his brother. "I'll bet she'll even let you in on it 
if you ask her!" 

"He won't even have to ask!" Melanie said, motioning for the boy to come 
down and join them. 

Danny climbed down the ladder and stood by the bed, naked as the day he was 
born, his dick already rigid and dripping with pre-cum. Melanie looked over 
his slender young body that looked so much like David's. He had David's blue 
eyes and blond hair and the sexy grin that flashed over his devilish face 
from time to time. She felt her clit burning when she thought of having sex 
with the two boys at once. She would do it! She would have them both on the 
same bed. She would drive them both wild with sexual excitement until they 
both came again and again in her mouth and up her cunt. She could hardly 
wait to begin her depraved sexual instruction. 

She moved off of David's chest and let Danny crawl into the already cramped 
lower bunk with his brother. She told the boys to lie side by side. Since 
there was so little room, Danny had to sling his leg over his brother's and 
put his arm under his head. Melanie kneeled between their legs and bent to 
her task of sucking both boys in turn. She tasted the salty sperm that David 
had already shot into her hand as it dribbled out of him. She tasted the 
slippery oozings of Danny's young sex-stalk. It didn't take long at all for 
Danny to shoot a load of sexcream into Miss Terrell's hot wet mouth. And it 
didn't take long at all for David to grow hard again under the woman's 
influence. Melanie loved every minute of it. Her mind was ablaze with all 
sorts of positions for wild sex with the two kids. 

After Danny had shot his load into her mouth, she swallowed it all and 
immediately proceeded to teach David how to fuck her in the cunt. She lay on 
her back first, letting Danny watch and play with himself while his brother 
put his little cock in her pussy and pummeled her until she cried in 
pleasure-pain. Then it was Danny's turn to fill her cunt. He enjoyed the 
experience thoroughly giving up another load of cum. Then Melanie got on her 
knees and bent down, resting her pretty face on David's pillow, her 
beautifully shaped ass exposed lewdly for the boys. They both examined her 
hairy cunt, which peeked out between the lower halves of her ass like a 
furry animal. They took turns licking her fragrant pussy in her upturned 
position. Then Melanie told them to stand up and shove their cocks into her 
from behind. They obeyed and took turns stabbing her cunt with their 
unsheathed lances, filling the air with hot wet slurping sounds and warm 
cries of pleasure. 

The three sex-happy fuckers frolicked for the longest time in David's bed. 
The boys fucked Melanie in the ass, too, something she had never done with a 
boy before, something that only the man who had raped her brutally had had 
the indecency to do to her. But she enjoyed that, too, much to her 
amazement. She came again and again all night, rising again and again to the 
heights of sexual ecstasy and taking her two boys with her. By the time the 
three were finished they had barely enough energy to stumble to the shower 
and refresh themselves. 

Melanie had the presence of mind to take the pile of cum-stained sheets home 
with her to throw into her washing machine, thus disposing of any possible 
evidence of her taboo activities. But the real problem was with the boys 
themselves. She didn't want the twins telling Lonnie what she had done with 
them in David's cramped bunk. Neither did she want Lonnie discussing with 
the twins his sexual gymnastics with her. And most importantly of all she 
did not want Randy to find out about any of it. She knew now that the boys 
would definitely not say anything to their parents since it would mean their 
heads, too. But Randy was another matter. She was still terribly afraid of 
him with his aggressiveness and taunting. She was no match for the boy and 
she dreaded the thought of ever having to submit to him in a sexual 
encounter. She made the boys promise never to say anything to him about 
their encounters. But she still worried. She slept fitfully that night. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Two weeks had passed since Melanie had introduced the Dennis boys to the 
taboo delights of fucking an older woman. After their one night of hot sex 
Melanie had persuaded herself to put an abrupt stop to their activities 
before they got out of hand, not that they hadn't already. It had been 
difficult for her. When she had gone over to their house on Sunday morning 
to fix a quick breakfast for the boys, the atmosphere had been so tense that 
she could hardly stand it. Everyone sat around the table as if it would be 
their last meal. Danny and David refused to look at each other or at Lonnie, 
who likewise kept his eyes glued to his pancakes. Each boy had to been 
ordered not to say a word to anyone about Miss Terrell's sex instruction 
class. None of the boys dared look at Melanie even for a second. 

She left the house after breakfast and vowed never to return. She couldn't 
put everyone through such a nerve-wracking experience again. She instructed 
the boys in a rather severe manner to fix themselves something to eat for 
dinner and manage "like young men" to take care of themselves until their 
parents arrived. When Bob and Ellen did return Monday morning they made an 
effort to see Melanie and thank her for keeping the boys out of trouble 
while they were away. But Melanie had managed to avoid them, not having the 
courage to face either of them after what she had done to their boys. They 
had been amazed and hurt by her refusal to speak to them and her sudden icy 
manner. Two weeks of silence had passed, and she knew that Bob and Ellen had 
to be getting terribly curious about what had happened to make Melanie so 
strangely aloof. She hoped that they would not question the boys too 
closely. Worried though she was about Bob and Ellen, Randy was her major 
concern. If trouble was to come, it would most likely come through Randy. 
There was still another week until the end of school, and she had had to 
face her tormentor each day in her English class as usual. He hadn't made 
any major attempts to excite her, at least not in the obscene way he had the 
afternoon when they had been interrupted by the janitor. But she was deeply 
afraid of him, afraid of what he might find out about his brothers and what 
he would do to her when he found out. There would be no stopping him if he 
ever discovered her interest in young boys, she knew. She couldn't even look 
at the boy, refusing to call on him in class even when he volunteered. She 
left the room immediately when the buzzer sounded, disobeying school 
regulations but wanting to protect her cunt rather than her job. So far 
things had gone smoothly enough. She was sure that he hadn't found out about 
her and the wild things she did with David, Danny, and Lonnie. She wondered 
how long her peace would last. 

There was no peace at all between her legs. Melanie's easily excited pussy 
was giving her a terrible time. Having tasted the pleasures of the flesh 
with young Lonnie and the twins, Melanie had quickly developed a ravenous 
appetite for more of the same. She was hot between the legs most of the time 
now. She tried to go back to the slight comfort of her electric dildo but 
found it-impossible to satisfy her desires with a piece of plastic. 
Masturbation, no matter how expertly she did it, was simply not a 
satisfactory substitute for hot sweating wild fucking with the boys she had 
ravished. There was something sterile about the act of masturbation, 
something that made her lonely rather than filling her with the love and 
lust that she had found with Lonnie and the twins. She had felt fulfilled in 
a deep and moving way with the boys. But now she was only lonely and 
depressed. 

Melanie knew that she could not go on the way she was. Her super-heated cunt 
simply would not allow her to remain unfulfilled for long. She knew that she 
could easily find a man her own age to fill her wet cunt with hot cock. The 
men had always been after her in the past and would begin their chase again 
at the drop of a hint. She had only to let them know that she was 
interested. But she was not interested, not in men her own age at least, and 
nothing she could tell herself could make her desire sex with males over 
eighteen. She wanted only young boys and preferably young boys with no 
experience in sex. Such boys were next door waiting for her, she knew. And 
that knowledge made her body hot with passion and frustrated her terribly. 

Melanie was sitting at her kitchen window, trying to enjoy her morning 
coffee. She was wearing her dressing gown, open at the neck and her fluffy 
slippers. The glancing rays of the morning sun warmed her neck and made her 
face tingle. She tingled even more when she looked out across her lawn and 
saw Randy Dennis tossing a basketball through a hoop nailed to the Dennis' 
garage. She had been vaguely aware of the rhythmic thump of the ball against 
the garage door for several minutes but had been too absorbed with her own 
thoughts to seek out the source of the sound. When she saw Randy standing 
there holding the ball, preparing to make a free-throw, the sun highlighting 
his features, she almost melted inside. 

Randy was wearing only his school gym shorts and tennis shoes. She stared 
appreciatively at his athletic young body brimming with vigor and health. He 
jumped and moved with catlike grace and with none of the adolescent 
clumsiness that plagued most boys his age. She watched the sixteen-year-old 
boy's muscles flex and loosen as he played his solo game. Her cunt muscles 
began to flex and loosen, too, in spite of her attempts to control herself. 
She was getting terribly excited watching the partially clad boy in his 
athletic exercise. She pulled the curtain closed and peeked out at the boy, 
hoping he wouldn't see her. She reached down under her dressing gown and 
found the moist entrance to her feminine treasure. 

Melanie hated herself for her quickness to play with her pussy while she 
watched the handsome young man play basketball only a few yards away. She 
hated herself not because she thought there was anything wrong with her 
attempts at se I f-m ani p u I a t i o n but because such self-manipulation 
was such a waste of time. She wanted and needed more than her own carefully 
manicured fingers inside her sopping wet sex. But those fingers had found 
their way inside her in spite of herself and there was no removing them now. 
She gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris as she sat there peeking out her 
kitchen window. Her legs were crossed lightly, her cunt nestling warm and 
vibrant between them. She felt her fingers getting wet and sticky with her 
feminine secretions. She had never been so hot in her life. She thought that 
her experiments with Lonnie and the twins had made her more responsive to 
sexual stimulation than satiating her. 

She stared at the boy's genitalia, which she could see bouncing around 
beneath his overly tight gym shorts. She had seen his sexual equipment once, 
and she was dying to see it again. But still she was afraid of him, afraid 
of the way he might hurt her just as the wicked rapist had years before. But 
from her window vantage point at a safe distance from him, the boy was 
everything she had always wanted. He had a big long cock to fill her cunt 
and strong arms to hold her tight in a hard love embrace. She closed her 
eyes and imagined the boy holding her, his rock-hard erection buried in her 
pussy, his lips clamped tightly over hers, his muscles tense and his body 
hot against her. 

She imagined the surges of hot lust that would race up and down her spine, 
imagined the dizziness she would feel when he held her. She imagined the 
slurping wet sounds his cock and her impaled cunt would make as he pounded 
into her. She imagined the lusty look in his wild eyes and the sexy 
shit-eating grin that would spread over his boyish face while he fucked her. 
She imagined how stiff and excited tingling nipples would get as they 
brushed up against his hairless chest. She imagined the tension in her legs, 
imagined her legs flailing wildly as she felt the boy's hot hard-on jabbing 
in and out of her secret place. She felt herself rising higher and higher 
toward the brink of a flashing collapse of her body in a wild orgasm. She 
began to moan and whimper as she worked away frantically between her lightly 
crossed lovely legs. 

"Oh, Randy, darling Randy, fuck me! Screw me hard! Jab my cunt! Come in me! 
Oh fuck me! Fuck me! I love it so much! I love your cock! I want to give you 
my cunt forever! Fuck me! Feel my tits! Suck them! Bite them! take me! I let 
your brothers fuck me and it's your turn! Dick me! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried 
softly but with real feeling as she manipulated the swollen wet lips of her 
delicious cunt. 

Wrapped up in her self-manipulations Melanie was unaware of the fact that 
the rhythmic thumping of the basketball had ceased. She had let the curtain 
fall shut and was working away at her cunt with her eyes tightly closed. 

"Oh, Randy! Randy darling! Lover! I want you! I want you! I need you !" she 
continued to moan. 

"Here I am, Miss Terrell!" she heard a deep voice say. 

Melanie screamed when she wheeled about and saw Randy standing by the 
kitchen table. He had sneaked in while she was playing with her cunt. He had 
closed the door behind him as if he were planning to stay a while. He seemed 
not at all embarrassed at having interrupted Melanie's finger exercises. She 
realized immediately that the grinning boy had been watching for some time 
and knew exactly what she had been up to. She stared wild-eyed at him, her 
eyes darting about as if to find some avenue of escape. But she was in her 
own house. She could hardly break through the barrier he made before the 
door with his nearly naked body. She had no place to which to run. She 
thought of running upstairs and locking herself in her bedroom. But when she 
made a motion to rise from the kitchen chair Randy moved toward her 
menacingly. She eased herself back down and stopped his approach. He was 
obviously going to take his time with her. She was trapped and there was no 
doubting the hot ideas that raced through the horny boy's mind. He had seen 
the luscious woman playing with her cunt, had even heard the little slurping 
sounds her fingers made between her juicy cunt-lips, had heard her begging 
for him in her wild imaginings. She knew that there was no stopping him from 
taking what he wanted. 

She held her dressing gown close to her naked body, uncrossing her legs and 
clamping them together, sitting upright in the chair, gripping the edge of 
the kitchen table until her knuckles turned white. Randy stared at her, his 
eyes tearing the clothes off her body and raping her as she sat there frozen 
with fear. She felt his glittering eyes burning into her mind. She knew that 
he had fucked far more than his share of girls and had no moral qualms about 
fucking anywhere and any time he liked. She realized too that he had caught 
sight of her watching him and had guessed that the time was right to push 
his desires to their logical conclusion. What she didn't know was that 
Lonnie and the twins had told him all about her wild night of hot sex that 
morning. 

"What's the matter, Miss Terrell? You wanted me. I heard you begging me to 
fuck you. Now I'm here all ready to do it and you act like you don't want 
it. What is this shit, baby? Let's cut this fuckin' pretending!" Randy 
grinned at the helpless woman. 

"I ... I didn't mean ... I ... Oh! ... This is terrible ... Oh God, no! ... 
I...." she sobbed, dropping her face to the kitchen table. 

"Don't know what the hell you're bawlin' about, Melanie baby. You asked for 
it, baby. And you're gonna get it, like it or not." the boy said, obviously 
unmoved by Melanie's show of emotion. 

"No! No!" she cried. "I don't want you! No!" 

"Funny. You didn't say no when Lonnie gave you a taste of his dick. And you 
sure didn't say no when David or Danny stuck it to you. How were they, 
anyway? Pretty good?" he said, his voice controlled and taunting. 

Melanie looked up with a new kind of terror in her eyes. She was beside 
herself with fear and agony. So they had told their big brother all about 
her! No wonder he was so horny for her, she thought. All her secrets were 
out! Had he been told the whole story? All the private details of their 
depraved night of lust? Her head swam with such embarrassing thoughts. She 
was about to close her eyes to try to escape the reality of the situation 
when Randy did something that kept her eyes wide-open in spite of herself. 

"Lonnie's got a pretty good sized dick for a fourteen-year-old kid, I guess. 
But mine's a lot bigger, Melanie. That's why Lonnie calls me big brother, I 
guess." Randy laughed, spreading his legs and putting his hands on his hips. 
"How's this look to you, baby? After seeing such small cocks on my brothers 
that is." 

Randy pushed his gym shorts down until the hair on his groin showed above 
the white elastic waistband. He reached inside his shorts and lugged out his 
cock, which now was as hard as steel. He pulled the shaft out and let it 
stick up past his belly-button, putting his hands back on his hips and 
standing there letting the woman have a look at him. 

Melanie couldn't help staring at his massive sexual anatomy. She let her 
hands drop to her sides as if there was no strength left in her arms. When 
her arms fell to her sides her dressing gown fell open, exposing her 
trembling body in all its sexual radiance. Her huge, perfectly moulded 
knockers stood out from her voluptuous body temptingly. She moved her legs 
just a bit and the gown opened farther, exposing the nest of love-hair 
between her legs. The gown fell open until her legs, too, were totally 
naked. She was powerless to cover herself even though she knew that the 
horny boy was staring hungrily at her trembling body. 

"You look even better this morning than you did the other night when you 
played with yourself in front of your mirror. You sure were hot that night! 
I had to jack off just watchin' you." he said. 

"You ... You what...?" she gasped. 

"Sure, baby! Didn't you know I was watchin' you? Hell yes. And I know you 
were watchin' me jack off! Come on, Melanie baby! Don't give me any of that 
shit! Why the hell do you think I stood in front of the window and beat off? 
I know you want it, cunt! I know you're hot for my cock! You sure were hot 
for my brothers' cocks! How 'bout takin' a closer look, Melanie?" he said, 
walking stiff-legged toward her, his jerking cock bobbing up and down under 
his shorts. 

Randy stood so close to her that she could almost feel the heat from his 
organ. She gazed at the big oozing thing as if hypnotized by it. She could 
not move a muscle, even when she felt his hand touching her naked breasts. 
She sucked in her breath when his hand fell on her warm breast. She felt his 
fingers closing on her naked knockers, squeezing and kneading her yielding 
flesh, making lusty sensations race through her body in spite of her efforts 
to control her emotions. She knew that her responses to his insistent 
onslaught were making themselves visible to the boy. She could tell that he 
felt her melting, giving herself up to him. 

"See, Melanie. That's not so bad. Damn, you've got great tits! You don't 
mind if I feel you up a little do you? I mean, after all, baby, I heard you 
begging me to suck 'em a minute or two ago! Lonnie tells me you like havin' 
your boobs sucked. Y'know how I found out about you and my brothers? I 
caught Lonnie beatin' off this morning when I went up to the toilet to take 
a shower. I mean he wasn't just beatin' off, nothin' new about that. But he 
had Mom's dress, rubbin' it against his dick. He was pretty damn embarrassed 
when I walked in on him, but I got him to tell me what was goin' on. He told 
me you wore that dress the night you fucked him and the twins. Shit, I was 
amazed, Melanie! Couldn't believe it! Especially after the way you turned me 
down that afternoon in school! Just doesn't seem fair to me, Melanie." Randy 
grinned at her, playing with her tits and forcing his pelvis up against her 
breasts, almost absentmindedly. 

Melanie felt the boy's hard dick-head rubbing up against her hot tits, 
wetting them with its slippery pre-cum oozings. She felt the head of his big 
purple-headed tomcat slipping and sliding against her stiffening 
nipple-peaks. He gyrated his hips against her bosoms obscenely, mindless of 
the fear he knew she felt. She could only stare down at her breasts and the 
cock that rubbed against them. In spite of herself she was getting hornier 
and hotter all the time. She was growing hungry for his big thick post, the 
biggest thing she had ever seen between a boy's legs. She needed and wanted 
his rod, needed and wanted him to take her, needed to feel the strength of 
his virile body holding and using her. 

"Now you're getting the idea, lady. Not so bad, huh?" he said, pressing his 
body closer and closer against her. "How 'bout letting me suck your pussy 
for a while, just to make you hot. How 'bout that?" 

"No ... No...." she muttered. 

She was verbally resisting him even while she felt her legs open 
involuntarily. The boy moved back away from her and got on his knees. He 
reached for her thighs and pulled her toward him, making her sit on the edge 
of the seat. He brushed her dressing gown away from her legs and began to 
feel her cunt, putting his hand palm upward under her hairy mound. He put 
his fingers down under her cunt and began moving them up and down, tickling 
her gash from beneath her sex. Keeping his hand in place, his fingers moving 
against her pouting cunt, he put his face against her fragrant pussy and 
rested there for a while, feeling the intense heat radiating through her 
love-hair. She couldn't help moving her legs when he put his handsome face 
against her private place. She spread them wide and luxuriated in the warm 
feeling of the young boy's soft cheeks against her nearly blonde twat. Her 
pussy was steaming by now, wet and musky and delicious. 

Randy found it delicious enough to make a fine feast. He rubbed his face 
against her gash for a while and then proceeded to lap at her treasure, 
slurping noisily between her spread legs. He licked her tender gash from top 
to bottom, and from bottom to top, taking care to diddle the tiny bud of her 
tender clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She jerked a little each time 
his tongue-tip touched the turgid center of her passion. Randy felt her 
pussy moistening more and more by the second. Her hot cunt-juices were 
pouring out of her wildly excited sex, wetting his tongue. 

"Ummmmmmm! That's damn nice, Melanie! You taste better than Shirley 
Campbell! And she has a damn tasty pussy!" the boy grinned at her, looking 
up with a dirty glimmer in his eyes. 

Melanie blushed when she saw him look up from his work. Having him down 
between her legs was embarrassing enough. But having him talking to her was 
unbearable. She looked away and closed her eyes." 

"Damn nice!" he said, noting her embarrassment. 

He went back to his hot licking and sucked her until she began to quiver and 
shake all over. Her legs closed around his neck, holding him against her 
cunt. 

"Gotta breathe! Gotta breathe!" he coughed in jest. 

Melanie thought she would die when he pulled his face away from her seething 
cunt. He moved closer to her and began sucking her tits, nibbling on her 
nipples, holding them between his teeth and pulling them until they snapped 
back. Melanie threw her pretty head back, shaking her thick cascading golden 
hair behind her, moving her head back and forth, swaying to the slow rhythm 
of sex. She cried out loud when she felt his rock-hard post pushing up 
against her cunt. She cried again when she felt it suddenly thrust inside 
her, spreading open her cunt-lips and charging into her hot pink channel. 

Randy gripped the woman's soft pink shoulders and held her tightly while he 
pounded into her twat. He felt the friction of his cock-shaft rubbing 
against the vinyl chair seat as the thing pounded in and out of her cunt. He 
could hear his cock slurping in and out of her, could hear her little cries 
of passion, could hear the kitchen chair creaking slightly as she moved in 
it. She was positively writhing with excitement. Randy felt his swollen 
testicles bouncing around inside his gym shorts. His dick stuck out over the 
elastic waistband but his balls were concealed. His shorts were getting wet 
with the flowing fluids of the woman's femininity. He pulled out of her with 
an audible sucking sound and told her to take his shorts off for him. 

Melanie agreed to push the boy's shorts down. She was madly caught up in the 
hot fuck now, no longer afraid of being hurt. She wanted to be hurt if he 
wanted to hurt her. She was his now, and she would gladly do anything he 
asked of her. She wanted to see the boy's thickly swollen balls, wanted to 
play with the organs, wanted to suck on them and beat him off while she did 
so. She pushed his shorts down quickly and let him step out of them. He 
stood there in front of her with his body bared and his balls hanging low 
between his strong legs. She reached out and took his nuts in her hands, 
weighing them lovingly as if she had never seen anything like them before. 

"Oh, you're beautiful! So beautiful!" she cried as she held the kid's hot 
balls. 

"True. True." he smiled, then breaking into a laugh. 

"Let me suck your balls and cock!" she moaned, bending down toward his 
midsection where his cock-head throbbed against his belly. 

"Sounds good! Think you can get that big fucker in your pretty little mouth? 
Cindy Watson says she has trouble with it whenever she sucks me off." Randy 
said proudly, spreading his long legs. 

"I'll get it in my mouth somehow, Randy!" Melanie said, holding the shaft of 
the jerking thing in her hand. "I love you so much! I love your cock! Just 
looking at it makes my cunt tingle!" 

"I thought you might change your mind when you got a closer look at it." the 
boy said. "Nothing to be afraid of, baby. I like your pussy real good. We'll 
get along real good." 

Taking a deep breath Melanie plunged her head down over the dripping shaft 
of the sixteen-year-old boy's rigid dick. She felt the head of the thing 
touching her tonsils and oozing pre-cum down her throat. She reached under 
his cock and grabbed his tightly swollen cum-filled nuts, pulling on them 
while she sucked him. He began to move with her, thrusting his rod in and 
out of her mouth, very slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed and 
urgency. Soon the head of his tightly swollen cock was banging against the 
back of Melanie's sucking throat like a hard battering ram of flesh. She was 
not afraid, although the throbbing thing made her nearly choke each time it 
hit against her tonsils. She sucked for dear life. 

Randy was enjoying the woman's eager sucking. He held her head tight against 
him and swayed back and forth to the rhythm of his pelvic movements. He knew 
that he was about to fill her pretty face with cum. He thought he ought to 
warn her of the impending ejaculation so that she could prepare to swallow 
the gallons of hot cum that he knew he would shoot into her. 

"Hey, Melanie baby. Y'know what's gonna happen in a minute or two? I'm gonna 
cum in your mouth! You don't mind do you?" he asked. 

Melanie shook her head wildly, hurting his cock a bit in the process. 

"I kinda thought you'd like that. But don't break my dick off!" he said. 

The boy began pounding into the horny schoolteacher's face with even greater 
force and speed. The mad rhythm of his pummeling made Melanie's entire body 
shake. Her tits quaked. Her hair shook behind her. Her fleshy buttocks 
jiggled slightly. Her steaming hot cunt trembled with passion. She gurgled 
deep down in her throat when she felt the kid's sperm blasting inside her. 
She tried to swallow his heavy load in vain, unable to keep pace with the 
never-ending spasms of his ejaculating balls. She felt his sperm dribbling 
out over her lips and running down her chin. She had never thought such a 
volume of cum was possible from a young boy's nuts. She knew now that Randy 
had a lot to teach her. 

After she had sucked his cock dry he pulled it out of her face and stood in 
front of her again, shaking his dripping penis at her. She bent to the task 
of licking up the sperm that had dribbled onto his fuzzy balls and fallen on 
his legs. She took time to suck each of his now quiet testicles into her 
mouth and roll them around with her tongue. She felt his slippery dick up 
against her cheek soft and inviting. She couldn't resist putting it back 
into her mouth again and sucking on it until it grew stiff again. It had 
only been a few seconds since Randy had shot a huge load into her face and 
already he was hard! She was amazed at the boy's virility and power. Perhaps 
she had found a match for her blazing passions. 

"How 'bout that! Made me hard again! Baby, you're too much! Too fuckin' 
much! How 'bout letting me fuck your rosy cunt for a while?" he asked, 
knowing perfectly well how eager she was now to have him fuck her. 

Melanie would have done anything in the world for Randy at that point. She 
stood up when he reached out to take her hand. He led her into the living 
room and sat her down on her own sofa. She was amazed at her lack of will, 
at her complete helplessness under the influence of Randy Dennis. She knew 
that he had a power over her that she could not break, the power of hot 
lust. It was that power that made her obey when he told her to lie down and 
spread her legs wide. It was that power that made her help guide his big 
thick meat stick into position between her widespread luscious legs. It was 
that power that made her twat drip with hot lubricating fluids. It was that 
power that made her mewl with passion when the horny boy began bucking his 
cock into her. It was that power that made her scream when she flashed off 
in a crazy orgasm that shook her every muscle. 

Melanie felt as if she had suddenly toppled from a great height. She grew 
dizzy. She felt the world slipping away, as if reality were passing by as 
she fell from the top of a mountain. Her cunt flashed and burned as her 
lusty fires swept through her. She felt hot molten lead squirting inside her 
cunt, felt the boy's powerful load of hot sperm shoot against the inner 
walls of her soft canal. She felt his nuts slapping hard against her cunt as 
he went wild in her. She felt his cock stiffen suddenly inside her just as 
he shot off. She closed her smiling eyes and relaxed for a minute or two 
after they both came quickly but enjoyably. The boy didn't interrupt her 
relaxation. Instead he fell against her tit-pillows and rested too, 
breathing deeply and kissing her lips softly. 

After they had rested for a while Randy sat up and asked the woman to suck 
him off for a while. She was eager to obey. Then he licked out her luscious 
cunt, sucking out his own sperm and the fragrant juices of her vibrant sex. 
She felt lewd and lascivious as she sat there on her sofa with her legs 
spread out in front of her having her recently-fucked twat sucked out by a 
sixteen-year-old boy. It was an experience that she wanted to repeat again 
and again. She secretly wished she could treat the other boys in her classes 
to such a sex-feast. 

"How was I? Better than my kid brothers?" Randy asked, looking up at the 
sexy schoolteacher with a lusty grin. 

"Much better, much better!" she said, no longer embarrassed. 

"What ever made you go after those guys, anyway?" he asked, licking his lips 
and sitting down beside her. 

"I don't know ... I guess ... I was afraid of you. I wanted a boy who 
wouldn't hurt me. And things just happened....What did they tell you?" she 
asked, deciding not to tell Randy about her rape years before. 

"They just told me all the shit you did with them, that's all. They said you 
acted awfully embarrassed about it afterwards. I didn't believe it at first. 
But after I checked Lonnie's story out with Danny and David I had to believe 
them. Shit, Melanie, there's no reason to be so damn embarrassed. Nothin' to 
be ashamed of. They got a big bang out of it. Didn't hurt 'em any." Randy 
said, his fingers carelessly moving in the bush of Melanie's love-hair. 

"You won't tell your parents, will you?" she asked, looking at the boy 
seriously. 

"Shit no." he said. "Why the hell would I do a thing like that? You worry 
too much." he said reassuringly. "Say, Melanie, how about lettin' me stick 
it up your ass?" 

"What?!" she said, shocked. 

"Stick my cock up your ass!" he said. "I'm hard again. But I guess you can 
see that." he said, looking down between his legs at his hard-on. 

"You'll do no such thing!" she said, half seriously. 

"Aw c'mon, Melanie. You'll like it. All the girls like it. Just takes some 
gettin' used to that's all." the boy said, wrapping his fist around his cock 
and beating it up and down. 

"Won't it hurt me? You have an awfully thick one, you know!" Melanie said, 
protesting only half-heartedly. 

"I know my dick's pretty big. But I promise not to hurt you too much. Sure, 
it'll hurt a little at first. But there's nothin' to worry about. 
Butt-fucking is a groove." he said, putting his hand behind his sexy woman 
friend and slipping his fingers down under the cheeks of her butt. 

"Well ... I suppose we could try it. You promise you won't hurt me?" she 
asked, responding to the fingers that played in the crack of her pretty ass. 

"Won't hurt you a bit. Let's get on the floor over there on that nice soft 
rug," he said, helping the hot woman to her feet and leading her to the rug 
in front of the fireplace. 

Melanie followed the boy's instructions and got on her knees. She bent down 
until her face was against the rug and felt Randy's fingers spreading open 
the up turned cheeks of her rosy ass. She felt his fingers playing up and 
down the crack of her ass, tickling her until she had to giggle. She felt 
his fingers dip down from time to time into the gaping gash of her hot, pink 
cunt, tickling her there and making her more and more willing to be fucked 
in the ass. She felt the boy pressing his finger inside her, slipping in 
slowly, joint by joint until his finger was buried in her ass all the way to 
the knuckle. She felt him moving his stiff finger around inside her anal 
cavern, felt him moving it in and out slowly, bringing it all the way to the 
final joint and thrusting it back in all the way. 

She was just beginning to enjoy the way he was finger-fucking her when she 
felt a sudden pang of fear. He pulled his finger all the way out of her 
asshole and replaced it with the bulging head of his rigid cock. She had 
sudden misgivings when she felt the heavy organ resting slippery and hot 
against the ring of her anal hole. How could she possibly take such a huge 
thing into her? She had tried to fuck herself in the ass with her plastick 
dick and even that had hurt her. How would this huge thing feel inside her? 
She wanted to back out now, wanted to take his cock into her cunt or her 
mouth, anywhere but in her tight asshole. She began to resist him. 

"What's the matter, Melanie? Gettin' cold feet?" the boy said. 

"I'm afraid...." she whimpered. 

"You weren't scared when David and Danny 

"But they were so much smaller ... So much smaller ... Aragggh!" she cried 
as Randy plunged his thick meat-pole into her butt. 

"Now take it easy, baby. Take it easy! Sure it hurts! It'll get better! Just 
don't fight it! Okay?" he said, his rod buried up to his groin in her ass. 

Randy stood perfectly still while Melanie got used to the pain his huge cock 
was causing her. She thought he would do permanent damage to her, the 
searing pain was so intense. She didn't want to move at all, didn't want to 
do anything to make the pain return once it began slowly to diminish. But 
Randy had other ideas. As soon as he thought she was getting used to him he 
began to move his penis around inside her tight ass. She cried softly when 
she felt the hot stick pushing insistently against the tightly-stretched 
walls of her butt-hole. 

"Now I'm gonna fuck you a little. So if it hurts too much, you just tell me 
and I'll slow down. I don't want to hurt you, Melanie. Really!" he said. 

Melanie moaned her approval. Strangely enough the pain in her ass was 
beginning to subside and was being slowly replaced by a peculiar feeling of 
intense pleasure. Her pleasure increased considerably when he began shoving 
his thick battering ram in and out of her ass, stopping only occasionally 
when the pain grew too intense. By the time he was ready to shoot off inside 
her, her hot pussy was dripping hot love-juices again. She responded to his 
hot fucking by moving her body with him, meeting his hard butt-fucking 
thrusts. 

Melanie felt the kid shooting a hot stream of cum inside her ass. She heard 
him shout at the top of his voice when his efforts were rewarded. She felt 
good having brought him such intense sexual pleasure. She felt fulfilled 
when she realized that Randy appreciated all that she was doing for him. 

"Oh damn! Jeeeeze! I'm cummin'! I'm fuckin' cummin'! Your ass is gonna be 
filled up now, baby! Feel it?! Feel that stuff shootin'?! Beeeeautiful! 
Fuck! Fuck! You're great! Best ever!" he growled as he came. 

When Randy's rod slipped soft and relaxed out of the woman's sucking asshole 
he bent to the pleasant task of sucking her cunt again. This time he worked 
on her pussy until she came wildly, her cunt gushing sticky musky moisture 
all over his young eager face. He licked at her until she seemed to 
collapse, lying back on the floor and closing her eyes. He lay beside his 
lady friend and caressed her gently while they rested after their sexual 
exertion. 

Later, while they took a long and luxurious bath together in Melanie's tub, 
they discussed their future together and made plans for more fucking and 
sucking. Melanie and her boy took turns sponging each other in the fragrant 
water of Melanie's bubble-bath. Randy had resisted the idea of taking a 
bubble bath at first as being too sissy. But once he tried it he began to 
enjoy the feeling of the tiny bubbles playing over his skin. He especially 
liked the way Melanie used the sponge on his genitalia, caressing his cock 
and balls. They sat facing each other, their soapy legs intertwined. Every 
now and then Randy would reach out and stroke her silken knockers or tangle 
his fingers in the curly hair of her pussy. 

"I don't know what brought us together, Melanie, but I sure am glad it 
happened." Randy said softly. 

"I guess I always wanted you to fuck me, Randy. You were always so strong 
and virile." she replied. 

"And I always wanted to fuck you ever since we moved in next door. Sure, I 
fuck lots of girls my own age. Hell, Dad always taught me to take my fun 
wherever I can find it. But shit, Melanie, none of those girls are as good 
as you. You're so ... so ... mellow. Yeah that's it. You're mellow like that 
old wine Mom brings out of the cellar sometimes. Mellow. So soft and smooth. 
You're the greatest." Randy said, his eyes roving over Melanie's lush 
curves. 

"That's lovely, Randy. It makes me feel so good inside to know that somebody 
really loves me. I've been lonely for so long." she admitted, her eyes 
lowered. 

"Is that why you went after my brothers?" he asked tenderly. "Did somebody 
hurt you once?" he asked. "If they did just let me get my hands on them." he 
added, making a fist. 

"That was a long time ago. I think I'll be able to forget it now. Now that I 
know that somebody really cares about me." she said, touched at the boy's 
unexpected tenderness and concern. "Then you really don't blame me for doing 
those terrible things to your brothers?" 

"They didn't think those things were so damn terrible!" he replied. "In 
fact, they really loved every minute. And I can't blame 'em." 

"I must admit that I enjoyed it, too. I enjoyed it a great deal. Just 
thinking about it makes me giddy. Those young boys! Knowing that they were 
your brothers! Ohhhh!" she said. 

"It's just too bad that they can't do it again." he said. "Know what I 
mean?" 

"I might. You don't suppose...." she said, getting the hint. 

"Sure, Melanie. Why not? If you like it and they like it why not do it? 
Nobody's gonna find out." Randy continued, his eyes glowing with desire. 

"Do you mean it? Really? It sounds tempting." she replied. 

"Maybe we could all get together for some real hot fucking. Mom and Dad are 
goin' away again in a couple of weeks for a day or two. School'll be out 
then. Maybe we could have a real ball. How 'bout it?" Randy said, all 
eagerness. 

"Lovely. Lovely." she said. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

During the days following Melanie's experience with Randy she managed to see 
Bob and Ellen again. She assured them that she was not mad at them for any 
reason and convinced them that she hadn't been feeling well, resulting in 
her rather odd behavior. She was terribly ill at ease there at first, afraid 
that something she might say would give them a hint of the clandestine 
activities involving her with their four horny sons. But when she realized 
that Randy had told her the truth when he said that they would never find 
out about their encounters she began to regain her former ease and 
friendliness with the Dennises. She wasn't particularly at ease with the 
boys however. 

Her nervousness in the presence of the Dennis boys was intense, not that she 
was afraid that anything concrete would be said about their plans. She was 
afraid that Bob and Ellen might gather from their attitudes toward each 
other that something was not quite right between Melanie and their boys. 
Randy had told the boys that she had agreed to a session with them while 
their parents were away in a few days. She could tell that the boys were as 
excited at the prospect as she was. It was that nervous excitement that she 
was afraid might give them away. by the time school had ended for the summer 
Melanie and the boys were nervous wrecks. She had refrained from letting 
Randy fuck her, even though he had begged her for the opportunity. She had 
told him that it would be safer to wait until Bob and Ellen were out of the 
house. She had contented herself with watching the boy masturbating in front 
of his open window at night. The other boys had joined him, too, giving the 
hot-assed woman quite a show. She had reciprocated by parading about in the 
nude in her bedroom, being careful to let them catch her in her most 
seductive poses. She had no feelings of regret as she showed off her fine 
body. She was no longer the shy Miss Melanie Terrell that the town of 
Martsville had known for so long. And, although she still used her electric 
cock, it was only a temporary substitute for the Dennis boys' cocks and 
caused her none of the shame that she had felt before. 

It had been decided that she and the boys would drive to their cottage in 
the country and have a swim in their pool before they got into the serious 
fucking that they all wanted desperately. On the day of their planned 
sex-party the schoolteacher's car was filled with boys who had only one 
thing on their minds. Randy sat next to his prize in the front seat on the 
way to their country place and pawed Melanie all the way there. She had no 
complaints. By the time they arrived there her panties were damp with the 
dew from her excited pussy. 

Randy and the boys had promised not to jack off for three days before their 
little get-together at Melanie's request. She thought that it would make 
things more interesting if all the participants in the little orgy were hot 
and ready for fun. She had made Randy promise not to fuck any of his girl 
friends in the meantime. In fact he had confessed to her that the other 
girls didn't interest him after he had discovered Melanie's charms. Whether 
it was true or not, it made Melanie feel warm inside. 

Her cunt was feeling more than warm inside when they pulled into the winding 
lane that led through the woods that concealed the cottage from the rest of 
the world. Melanie had only been there two or three times in the past but 
she had always been impressed by the isolation of the place. Now that she 
had more on her mind than peace and quiet the isolation of the place seemed 
even better than before. With nobody around for miles, they were not likely 
to be discovered in their abandoned sexual activities. Secrecy was a must as 
everyone realized. Martsville was a small town and it would not be good to 
let the talkative townspeople in on their little arrangement. With Bob and 
Ellen safely packed away and jetting off to Salt Lake City on business 
everyone felt free to express whatever pent-up emotions they felt. 

The boys were quick to make Melanie comfortable in their country place. They 
led her into the spacious living room and sat her down, bringing her a cold 
drink. Melanie felt rather peculiar sitting in the very room where she had 
been entertained by Bob and Ellen. But her strange feeling disappeared under 
the warming influence of the liquor the boys brought her. The sipped a 
little of the liquor, too, something they would never have done had their 
parents been around. The boys sat around the lovely lady, sipping their 
drinks and feeling quite grown up. Their cocks were becoming quite grown up, 
too. 

Randy wanted to shove his cock in Melanie's cunny in the worst way and had 
ever since their one wild night of fucking and sucking. He knew that his 
younger brothers wanted more of the same too. He also knew that he was 
destined to act as ringmaster of this sexual circus. With his duty in mind 
he waited until everyone was feeling good and suggested to the lovely 
Melanie that she take a swim with the boys in the big pool outside. She 
agreed that the idea sounded refreshing. She hadn't done much swimming but 
she knew how and thought that it would be a good time to brush up on her 
technique. The boys were interested in much more than her technique at 
swimming. 

"I'd just love to go swimming with you handsome boys." Melanie said. "But I 
seem to have forgotten to bring even the skimpiest bikini." 

"That's all right, Melanie." Randy chuckled. "Something tells me all us boys 
forgot to bring our trunks. Maybe we can do the thing anyway, huh?" 

"Well ... I do have my birthday suit with me, I boys. But you might not like 
it. It's so old, you know. Thirty-five years old. Are you sure you'd I like 
to see it?" she smiled, enjoying the effect her teasing was having on the 
boys. 

"I'd sure as hell like to see it!" Randy said. "How 'bout you guys?" he 
added, casting a sidelong glance at his brothers who were almost drooling. 

"Oh, yeah!" the horny boys said almost in unison. 

Melanie stood up and laughed good-naturedly when her admirers gathered about 
and helped her off with her dress. She was feeling particularly voluptuous 
that afternoon, and her body reflected her voluptuousness perfectly. She 
felt and looked especially smooth and luscious. She felt that she was at the 
height of her femininity and seductive power. She kicked off her shoes when 
her dress had been lovingly removed and stood there wearing nothing but her 
red silk panties and a sexy smile. Her knockers caught the eye of young 
Danny. He stepped up to her as brave as you please and began feeling her 
tits, making her nipples stand out from her goosefleshed aureoles, tingling 
and tempting. 

The other boys gathered around her and began stroking her naked body, all 
except Randy. He stood aside, watching his younger brothers having a good 
feel. He felt that he should let the younger kids have their fun first, 
enjoying his position as big brother. 

"Hey, you guys, better slow down or we'll never get to swim!" Randy said 
after watching the boys feel Melanie up for a while. 

"That's right, Randy." Melanie agreed. "If I get any more excited I won't 
even be able to stand up." 

The horny group made its way out through the patio to the shimmering pool. 
All the boys dropped their clothes along the way, tripping over their pants 
and cutting up noisily. Melanie felt like a female Pied Piper leading her 
young boys into whatever pleasures took her fancy. The boys pranced about on 
the patio as naked as jays, their stiff dicks jutting up against their 
bellies and jerking as they walked. The sun shone on their bodies, accenting 
Melanie's luscious curves. The rays of the sun touched her erect nipples, 
caressed the down of her moistening pussy when she stepped out of her red 
panties. She had never been naked in the sunlight before. She was amazed at 
the joy and freedom she felt when the warm summer breeze passed over her 
naked form. She felt naked and exposed to the world, and to the crowd of 
young boys who surrounded her, admiring her delectable body and the 
seductive way in which she carried herself. 

Melanie lifted the globes of her full firm breasts and struck a pin-up pose 
at the edge of the pool, the water shimmering invitingly behind her. The 
boys stood back and stared at the obscene things she was doing to excite 
them. She was beyond any inhibitions now. She wanted to let her hair down 
and go all out with her expression of the lust that she had kept inside her 
for years. She saw from the involuntary jerking of the boys' cocks that they 
were enjoying her show. She found that she still had a great degree of 
physical prowess, even at thirty-five, found that she could still do some of 
the things she had done early in life when she had practiced gymnastics at 
school. The gymnastics she was interested in now were definitely not the 
type practiced in school. 

Melanie bent backwards until her hair was j touching the tile of the patio, 
supporting herself with her hands behind her. Her legs were spread wide in 
front of her, her rosy wet gash open wide and lewdly exposed to the boys. 
She loved the incredibly hot feeling that she got when she exposed herself 
so obscenely. She could feel the eyes of the horny boys burning into her 
cunt, making her pussy hotter and hotter all the time. She began to move her 
legs a bit, opening and closing them in a seductive rhythm. Then she reached 
down between her stretched and open legs and spread open the lips of her hot 
sex even farther, supporting herself with one hand. The boys felt that they 
might shoot their rocks off just watching her, she was so crotch-grabbing in 
her if obscene display. 

"Jeeze!" David said. "You're too much!" 

"Man! You sure are!" Danny added, out of breath from just watching her. 
"Toooooo much!" 

"I've never seen anything like that! No way!" Lonnie panted, reaching down 
and grabbing j himself. 

"I think Melanie needs a real man, not a bunch of punks!" Randy grinned, 
trying to control himself and maintain his cool. 

"Fuck you!" the, boys chorused, giving their big brother the finger. 

Even Randy, who had been playing it cool so far, was beginning to lose 
control of himself. He had never seen such a wanton display of steamy cunt 
before. He had fucked many loose girls in his sixteen years, but never a 
woman who could tantalize him as powerfully as Melanie Terrell. She 
displayed her rosy cunt with a lewd manner that went far beyond the mere act 
itself. She seemed to be putting her very soul into her obscene behavior. 

Randy wanted to shove his big hard cock into her open slit and fuck her 
until she screamed. And he would have had she not suddenly laughed a wicked 
laugh and stood up. David was on his way toward her, having been seized by 
the urge to kiss her between the legs. Seeing him she motioned for the boy 
to follow her, smiling a comely smile and descending the ladder that led 
down into the pool. The cool water soon covered her luscious legs and the 
hot spot between them. The water, however refreshing, did not extinguish the 
flames that burned between her legs. If anything, the water excited her 
further. She hadn't done any swimming in years, always afraid to expose her 
charms to the local male population. Now she remembered how much fun it had 
been. But she had never done any swimming in the nude and she found it even 
more exciting than she had expected. 

Ellen had told Melanie several times that she and Bob often swam in the raw. 
Melanie had always hastened to change the subject when her friend had 
brought up such personal details. But how right she had been! Swimming in 
the nude was as wonderful as Ellen had said. It suddenly occurred to her 
that Ellen had told her a great many personal details of her relationship 
with Bob, details that had always seemed terribly private to Melanie. Ellen 
had told her how many times she and Bob had fucked and even what positions 
they preferred, not to mention numerous other personal details of their 
sexual relationship. And as always Melanie had pretended not to be 
interested. But she realized now, in a flash, that she had always been 
secretly interested in those private revelations. She began to wonder why 
Ellen had always insisted in telling her such things. It had occurred to her 
before that perhaps Ellen had felt sorry for her in her self-imposed 
chastity and had told her about her sex experiences merely to make her feel 
a part of the real world in some small way, asking advice from time to time. 
But now that she thought of it it often seemed that Ellen had been trying to 
excite her in a mysterious way. Perhaps her girl friend had been trying to 
tell her something, something that only vaguely lurked in Melanie's mind at 
the periphery of her understanding. 

Not knowing what to make of her sudden near-realization about Ellen's 
ulterior motives, Melanie closed her eyes and fell back into the refreshing 
water of the shimmering pool. She splashed about for a while and soon found 
that the boys were in the water with her. The naked horny kids swam 
alongside her and occasionally dived under for an underwater view of her 
finely built hull. She thought that it would be fun to try to out-swim them, 
but she soon realized that they were all stronger swimmers than she was. 
When they caught her, she knew that she was in for the group fucking of her 
life. 

The voluptuous schoolteacher felt hands all over her body as the excited 
boys splashed all around her. She dived beneath the surface, playfully 
trying to escape them. Randy followed her down and positioned his face 
between her naked legs, licking at her sopping wet gash and blowing bubbles 
against her cunt. When she surfaced she took a breath of air and found young 
David's stiff rod. He almost drowned when he felt the woman's mouth close 
hot and eager over the slippery knob of his whang. She sucked him underwater 
as well as she had in his bed the night of their four-way bang. She soon 
found that she had started something with her underwater sucking. Soon Danny 
and Lonnie were begging to be sucked the way she had sucked David's dick. 
She accommodated them, taking turns blowing them under water. Randy 
contented himself with lapping at Melanie's submerged gash until she started 
to show signs of pure excitement. 

Soon the four horny boys and the sexy neighbor lady were rolling in the 
water aimlessly, sucking and licking each other in a wild frenzy. Everywhere 
Melanie turned there was a stiff submerged cock just begging to be popped 
into her mouth. After several trips to the surface to get air she had 
brought all the Dennis boys to the brink of a mass ejaculation. She wanted 
them all to come at once if she could manage it. Manage it she did. She 
conveyed the message that she wanted each of the younger boys to hold off 
their ejaculations until she gave the command, which, considering their mass 
excitement, was difficult for them. She gave each boy a quick final suck and 
motioned for them to all jack off at once. They did as they were told and 
before long the water was filled with white ribbons of cum. 

Melanie swam around in the boys' coagulated cum until she was covered with 
it. She rubbed it all over her when she surfaced after their orgasms. They 
joined her in massaging their mingling cum into her glowing skin. Randy had 
been eating her out but hadn't excited her to the flash point yet. She 
wanted to be fucked, wanted to have her cunt stretched by Randy's enormous 
dick, wanted to feel the supreme joy of having her womanhood filled and 
rubbed into a flashing frenzy. And she thought it would be especially nice 
to be fucked in the water. 

She breathlessly conveyed her wished to Randy, who was quick to take her up 
on her offer of hot cunt. They swam to the end of the pool that was raked 
for wading. Melanie stood in the water up to her belly, her fuzzy womanhood 
submerged but clearly visible in the crystal water. Danny, David, and Lonnie 
stood around watching while their brother showed them a few things. 
Actually, Randy hadn't done anything like this before but he thought he had 
to put up a show of confidence. He made all the first moves, stepping into 
position before the luscious woman and pushing his arching cock down until 
it rested against the submerged lips of her seething pussy. 

In no time at all the boy had inserted his poker into the woman's fiery box. 
She moaned and cooed with pleasure as he worked his rod in and out of her 
pussy. He bucked his ass with ever-increasing force and speed until his body 
made huge waves in the water. Melanie felt her body responding with total 
freedom to the persistent rocking of the horny boy's frame. She felt her 
cunt-lips being stretched and rubbed, felt her clit, the source of all her 
passion, being stroked and excited by the rigid shaft of the kid's dick. 

As if Randy weren't doing enough for her, Lonnie got on his haunches behind 
her and began i licking at the wet crack of her ass. He had to hold his 
breath when the rising water splashed over him from Randy's fast-chuffing 
movements into the woman. Melanie felt her ass coming alive as noticeably as 
her cunt. She wanted something in her ass, too. She wanted a boy to shove 
his rigid meat-stick up her ass. 

"Lonnie! I want you!" she cried. "Fuck me in the ass! Can you do that? Can 
you fuck my ass? I want it! Please!" she shouted. , "Good goddamn! Yeah, 
I'll fuck your ass! Jesus!" Lonnie said, not believing his ears. "You really 
mean it?" 

"Oh yes! I mean it! Yesssss!" she said, beside herself. "I want to feel your 
cock and your big brother's cock inside me at the same time. Rubbing 
together! Rubbing! Pounding! Stretching! Do it! Do it to me!" 

Lonnie needed no further invitation. He grabbed his rock-hard unyielding 
erection and pushed it down with his thumb until it touched the lower crack 
of her ass. He grabbed the fleshy cheeks of the hot-assed woman's butt and 
pulled them apart, exposing her rosy anal opening. He couldn't see the ring 
of her asshole from his standing position but he knew it had to be there 
someplace. He began jabbing his dick against the woman's ass blindly. When 
he realized that he couldn't possibly get his dick into her that way he 
reached down and finally found her asshole with his finger. He pushed his 
digit into her and wriggled it around inside her for a while. She seemed to 
like that. Then he pushed his dick down until it was alongside his finger, 
which was still buried in the lovely lady's hole. 

With some difficulty in his relative inexperience and the comparatively 
uneasy standing position Melanie was in, he managed to replace his finger 
with the shaft of his dick, much to her joy. She worked the muscles of her 
ass against the kid's intruding penis as if trying to keep it out of her. 
The effect on his rod was unbearable. The sensations that her tight asshole 
aroused in his dick seemed to shoot through him like lightning. He began to 
buck his ass into the woman, forcing his prick in and out of her with a 
passion. Melanie tried to move with both boys at once. The water was 
churning and splashing around them. The twins' small pricks were up again 
and ready for more stimulation. 

Unable to keep out of the action as mere bystanders the twins got on either 
side of her and rubbed their dripping cocks up against the silken skin of 
her legs. David and Danny reached out and grabbed handfuls of tit, squeezing 
her resilient flesh. Melanie had never imagined that anything could feel so 
beautiful. She was standing in cool clear water up to her belly with a cock 
in her cunt and another in her ass while two horny thirteen-year-old 
children rubbed their stiff ones against her legs. She was in sheer ecstasy. 
She could feel the two hard-ons inside her rubbing against each other, 
separated only by a thin membrane. She knew that both could feel each 
other's cocks rubbing together and she imagined that the sensation was 
driving the boys mad. 

Melanie was suddenly shocked by the sudden stiffening and swelling of 
Randy's and David's cocks inside her cunt and ass. She stood still just as 
they did. She looked at Randy's face and saw a look of pleasure-pain come 
over his handsome face. She turned around and looked at his brother, seeing 
the same look come over him. She suddenly felt an explosion inside her, a 
double explosion of boiling sperm as the brothers both blew up into her. She 
was suddenly filled with what felt like gallons of the stuff. The wild 
fucking had stopped in a sudden hush. 

"You came inside me, boys! You shot your rocks into me! Did you like it? Did 
you enjoy coming with your brother?" she whispered. 

Melanie became conscious of a thick stream of cum running down each of her 
legs. She realized soon enough that Danny and David had gotten off on her 
legs too. She patted them on the tops of their tousled heads and felt them 
still working their softening cocks and young balls against her slippery 
flesh. She was afraid that she would collapse at any minute with the sheer 
excitement of the situation. 

Later, after splashing about in the pool again to remove the cum from their 
bodies, the horny five relaxed on the patio, still stark naked in the 
warming sun. Melanie rec-lined in a lounge chair, surrounded by her eager 
young worshippers. The boys were on their knees around the chair, applying 
slippery suntan oil to the gorgeous schoolteacher's curvaceous body. She 
felt their hands gliding over her soft tits and the slight swell of her 
belly, felt their hands darting over her legs, dipping between her legs and 
rubbing the slippery oil against the lips of her twat. The boys were totally 
uninhibited now, and so was Melanie. She wanted them to explore her every 
secret place, wanted David to rub his oil-slickened hand against the juicy 
meat of her snatch, wanted Danny to stroke her yielding bosoms until her 
nipples stiffened, wanted Lonnie to massage her feet, tickling her toes from 
time to time with his tongue, wanted Randy to stand slightly stooped at her 
side with his soft but promising cock hanging against her lips. 

"It's hard to believe I've been missing this all these years." she said, 
almost to herself. 

"You've got it now, Melanie baby!" Randy said, taking his soft prick in his 
fingers and pressing it up against the woman's soft lips. 

"Ummmmmm!" she moaned, taking his cock into her mouth. 

"You can suck that all day if you want to, Melanie." Randy said, arching his 
back to make more of his meat slip into her face. 

"Can I stick it in your cunt?" thirteen-year-old Danny asked, brushing his 
blond hair out of his blue eyes. 

"Ummmmmmmm!" Melanie moaned, her face stuffed full of cock. 

"Will you suck me, too?" David asked, standing up and putting his own organ, 
which was soft like Randy's, at least temporarily, against her lips. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" she replied, trying to take his smallish cock into her 
mouth alongside of Randy's much bigger one. 

She managed to get both organs inside her, which was difficult even in their 
flaccid states. When she had taken them both into her, however, the cocks 
suddenly started to swell to enormous proportions. Her cheeks were soon 
stretched tight with male sex-stalks. She wondered how she could keep both 
dicks inside her without choking. The boys seemed to be terribly excited by 
all of this and began to show their excitement by moving their pelvises back 
and forth, forcing their hard dicks deep into her sucking throat. She almost 
felt like putting a stop to the whole thing. But she was enjoying it in a 
strange way, even though it was getting difficult for her. She was also 
enjoying the fucking she was getting between her slippery legs. 

Danny had mounted the lounge chair with her and had put his hard pintle in 
her oil-slickened cunt. He was bucking away between the woman's legs with a 
passion, enjoying every hot stroke into her oiled snatch. His little balls 
were slapping up between her legs, getting oily from hitting her gash. He 
slipped and slid over her legs as he straddled her. Melanie's pussy was 
melting with the hot lust the boy inspired between her legs. 

Wanting to get into the act, too, Lonnie straddled her too, burying his hard 
prick in the deep crevice between her lush tits. He felt his brother's hot 
breath against his back. Soon Danny grabbed his shoulders and held him while 
he chuffed into the woman's box. Lonnie rocked back and forth against her 
tit-pillows, the friction of her hot tits against his dick making him wild. 

The sounds and scents of sex filled the air, hovering in the hot air like a 
fragrant cloud over the naked bodies of the horny fuckers. Melanie was 
making almost inaudible little gurgles deep down in her throat. All the boys 
were grunting their youthful passion and breathing heavily. The lounge chair 
was beginning to creak with the weight of the woman and the two horny boys 
who had mounted her. 

It was quite a sight for Bob and Ellen Dennis, who had been standing 
dumbstruck at the patio door for several minutes, their suitcases in their 
hands, their mouths wide open. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

None of the participants in the mass fuck saw or heard Bob and Ellen until 
they walked closer, dropping their luggage and gazing in total disbelief. 
Melanie was the first to notice that they had visitors on the patio. She had 
just swallowed Randy's load of cum and was trying to swallow David's. When 
she saw the boys' parents standing beside them she jumped up violently, 
pulling her face off the boys' pricks and throwing both Lonnie and Danny off 
of her. When the boys realized what was up they immediately lost their 
hard-ons in fear and stood petrified. Randy was fighting the urge to run. He 
knew how mad his dad could get when he caught him at something nasty. And 
this sure was nasty. 

Melanie was fighting a faint feeling that surged through her. She wanted to 
simply die right then and there. What could they possibly think of her? What 
could she do? She too wanted to run, to run away and never come back. But 
she didn't have the strength to run. She could only stand there trembling, 
her body shining in the sun, totally naked, the traces of Randy's cum still 
dribbling from her lips. 

"You dirty bastards!" Bob shouted at the top of his voice. "I'll break your 
little necks for this!" 

Bob rushed toward the boys, his tall and muscular frame all tension and 
anger. He grabbed Randy first, throwing him up against the wall and drawing 
back to punch him in the face. Randy cringed, his young muscles tense and 
rigid. 

"NO! Don't hurt him!" Melanie screamed. "It's my fault! I started it all! I 
wanted it! It's not what you think! He wasn't hurting me!" she cried. 

"Melanie! What do you mean!? I don't understand! What is this? What are you 
talking about?! What are you doing with my boys?!" Ellen screamed, her eyes 
shut in rage. 

"You started it!?" Bob growled. "What do you mean you started it? Didn't I 
just see all my sons fucking you?! How could you have started that?" 

Danny, David, Lonnie, and Randy had by now grouped together as if for mutual 
defense. They stood near Melanie, actually finding the nerve to touch her 
trembling body comfortingly. They seemed to sense now that no bloodshed at 
least was going to occur. Bob was still fuming but he was also greatly 
confused and his confusion made him unable to act dangerously. Ellen was 
afraid and angry, although she didn't really know who or what to be angry 
at. Melanie was beside herself again, unable to explain what was happening, 
not really knowing herself what was happening. There was considerable 
weeping from Ellen and Melanie and a lot of cussing and shouting between Bob 
and the boys before the scene finally changed from one of angry confusion to 
one of silent disbelief. 

Melanie closed her eyes and stood there with her head bowed low, wishing 
that she and everyone present would simply dissolve. She had lost 
consciousness of her nakedness, as had the boys, in the greater 
embarrassment of their discovery. Now that the silence reigned she was 
beginning to feel naked again, naked and ashamed. The boys too were 
beginning to fidget. In fact everyone was beginning to fidget. Ellen and 
Melanie had cried until there were no more tears left. Bob had gritted his 
teeth and balled his fists until even that gave him no solace. 

"All right, all right." Bob said in a deep and carefully controlled voice. 
"This thing has to be straightened out, whatever this thing is." 

"That's right." Ellen said weakly. 

"Yes." Melanie forced herself to mutter. 

"Here, Melanie, put this on." Bob said, taking off his shirt and handing it 
to Melanie, who had been cradling her tits in her arms, trying to hide them. 

She reached for the shirt quickly, turning away and putting it on. She 
turned toward the boys when she put the shirt on. She had nothing to be 
ashamed about with them, having shared her voluptuous body with them freely. 
Even in the terribly embarrassing present circumstances she was not ashamed 
of what she had done with the boys, only ashamed that she had been caught at 
it. She knew that she would have to make some sort of explanation 
eventually. The thought of losing her closest friends, Bob and Ellen, was 
the prospect that hurt her most of all. How could she bear to live without 
Ellen? She had never felt that she needed her so badly. 

Although Melanie didn't know it at the time, Ellen was having much the same 
feelings about her. Strangely enough the thought that troubled Ellen most 
was the idea of losing Melanie as a friend. Certainly she had been shocked 
and amazed at finding all her sons locked in a fucking embrace with her best 
friend. But she had always known that her boys were sexually active, 
sexually active to a dangerous degree. But then she and Bob had always 
encouraged their sons to pursue sexual pleasures. This of course was going 
too far. But the more she thought about it the more she realized that she 
and Bob were as much to blame as Melanie. And the more she thought about 
Melanie, the more she wanted to keep her close no matter what had happened. 

Bob was having his share of troubled thoughts, too. He too had been set back 
on his heels by the sight that confronted him when he and Ellen had entered 
the patio, expecting to relax for an afternoon of swimming and sex in the 
sun. After his first confrontation with the situation, after the anger and 
disgust had subsided, Bob began to feel a strange pride in his boys. They 
had actually managed to turn Melanie on to sex, something that no one in 
town had ever been able to accomplish. 

Now that he thought of it he had to admit that he had always felt something 
for Melanie himself. And seeing her naked and beautiful in the warm sunlight 
being fucked royally by his own flesh-and-blood did something to his balls. 
He glanced at Ellen after a while and understood something from her 
expression, something that surprised him. He understood that she wanted to 
forgive both Melanie and the boys for their indiscretions. But there was 
something else in her expression besides mere forgiveness. 

"Oh, Melanie! Melanie! I forgive you! Bob and I forgive you, dear!" Ellen 
said, rushing to her friend's side. 

"Do you? Really!? Really?!" Melanie said, as if she had been saved from a 
fate worse than death. 

"Of course, Melanie! Christ, Melanie, we don't want to lose you as a friend! 
You're important to us!" Bob said, joining his wife in comforting the woman. 

The boys were surprised about all the sudden forgiveness. They felt more 
secure now, as if their necks had been saved by some mysterious attitude 
that they hadn't noticed before in their parents. 

Melanie had sat down again on the lounge chair and was sitting with her legs 
pressed tightly together, trying to hide her naked pussy. Bob's shirt wasn't 
quite big enough to hold her massive tits and so she held the shirt closed 
around them as carefully as she could. She was crying again now, not out of 
fear or embarrassment but out of joy. She realized now that Bob and Ellen 
felt about her much the way she felt about them. They sat on either side of 
her, holding her and comforting her as if she were a child. She enjoyed the 
feeling. 

Ellen was crying too and Bob was having a hard time controlling the two 
emotional women. He was having a hard time in another department, too. His 
sexual instincts were being slowly aroused by the situation. Being so close 
to the lovely Melanie was taking its toll on his sexual will-power. Before 
long his cock started to respond to the radiant warmth and incredible beauty 
of the curvaceous woman. Even the close proximity of his wife was not enough 
to counteract Melanie's ball-stirring lusciousness. 

Ellen was fighting feelings for Melanie that she had never had before, at 
least not consciously. As she held Melanie in her arms she was flooded with 
feeling. And the feelings she felt rushing within her were far deeper than 
simple sisterly love. She actually found herself being excited sexually by 
the presence of Melanie. Or was it the presence of her naked sons? She 
really didn't know. All she knew was that she was feeling a deep warmth 
between her legs that was unmistakably sexual in nature. It troubled her at 
first. The hotter her pussy got, however, the less troubled her thoughts 
became. Before long she was having no thoughts at all, only surges of sexual 
warmth. 

Melanie felt that something amazing was happening between herself and her 
two neighbors. She felt closer to Bob and Ellen than ever before. In fact, 
she felt closer to them than she had ever felt to anyone, even the boys she 
had just fucked. There was a peculiar sense of family as the three sexually 
responsive adults huddled together. Not knowing what to make of the whole 
business, the boys stood back and watched their parents and Melanie hugging 
and fondling each other. 

"I ... I ... I think you boys had better go and ... get dressed." Ellen 
forced herself to say. 

Yeah ... Get lost for a while." Bob said, as if he had better things on his 
mind. 

The boys did as they were told, looking back over their shoulders as they 
stumbled into the house. They didn't say much while they dressed, trying to 
match their discarded clothes to the right boy. They all knew that something 
awfully peculiar was going on between their parents, something that they 
didn't dare discuss. They sat around in the house staring at each other in 
amazement for a long time. When they eventually had summoned the courage 
they went back out to the patio and saw a sight that made them horny beyond 
belief. 

In the period of their absence the situation on the patio had become one of 
hot sex. The hugging and comforting of a few minutes before had turned into 
hot fondling. There was no doubt about it. Bob and Ellen and Melanie were 
engaged in lusty sexual activity. The boys stood back and watched for a 
while, their cocks growing beneath their clothes. Before long they decided 
to strip again. They stood there unnoticed, jacking off and ogling their 
mother and Melanie. 

Melanie's shirt had been lost in the sex-fray. Her tits jiggled and swayed 
as she and Ellen, locked in a love embrace, swayed to and fro. Bob watched 
the taboo activities between his wife and Melanie with considerable 
attention. He had unzipped his pants and was working the skin up and down 
over his uncircumcised poker, obviously getting very hot just watching the 
fun. The boys had never seen their dad do that before. They were very 
attentive. 

Ellen and Melanie were cooing warmly. Ellen had taken off her blouse and her 
skirt was tucked up until her panties showed clearly. She was almost sitting 
on Melanie, her naked leg rubbing against Melanie's sensually. Ellen had a 
clear almost pale complexion, smooth and creamy skin suffused with the glow 
of vibrant health. Melanie almost died when she felt the woman's creamy skin 
rubbing against the flesh of her inner leg. Her knee was almost touching her 
wet cunt. And in a little while she actually made contact with Melanie's 
pussy, rubbing her knee up against Melanie's crotch. Melanie cried out when 
she felt Ellen's warm knee butting up against her hot box. It was more than 
she could stand. 

Melanie reached out almost blindly, as if trying to grab something to keep 
her head above water. Bob had just the thing for her to hold tight in her 
passion. He took her hand and guided it to his rock-hard post. He gasped 
when he felt her warm hand close around his dripping cock. Wasting no time, 
the horny woman began stroking up and down on the thing, driving Bob nuts. 
He arched his back and raised his ass up off the lounge chair, forcing his 
cock into the woman's fist. She responded to his urgency by increasing the 
pace of her masturbation. 

Ellen was working her knee against Melanie's pussy with greater speed now, 
feeling the slippery juices of her moist cunt covering her knee, making her 
knee slip and slide up and down in her rosy gash. Melanie was moaning 
softly, writhing against Ellen's knee. She wanted to see Ellen's pussy, 
wanted to get closer to her than women dared to get. Unable to control 
themselves any longer, the two women rolled off the chair and fell on the 
tile floor of the" patio, rolling together in a wild embrace. Bob got on the 
floor with them, managing with some difficulty to remove his wife's panties. 
He held them against his face and beat himself off rhythmically while he 
watched his wife and her best friend go at it. 

Melanie fell between Ellen's long lovely legs and buried her face in her hot 
snatch. She had never imagined that a woman's pussy could be so inviting. 
She seemed to lose herself in Ellen's cunt. She sniffed the heady fragrance 
of her, felt her soft love-hair against her lips and cheeks, felt her 
free-flowing moisture saturating her face. 

"Oh, Melanie! I love you! Oh, please lick my pussy! Please! Pleeeeeease! 
Suck my cunt!" Ellen cried, her eyes closed in rapture. 

Melanie responded to her friend's request by sticking out her tongue and 
running it up and down the length of Ellen's rosy slit. She tasted her musky 
oozings and slurped at them until the air was filled with little sucking 
sounds. Melanie teased Ellen's tightly swollen little clitoris, tickling the 
little bud with the tip of her tongue, then lapping at it roughly, making 
Ellen scream in hot pleasure. Melanie craved some of the attention she was 
giving her friend's pussy. Ellen was quick to respond when Melanie made her 
wishes known. Melanie lay on her back, her legs held high and spread open 
lewdly. 

Ellen found Melanie's radiant sex and started sucking at her cunt, eating a 
sex feast that she had wanted to taste for years. She nibbled at Melanie's 
pubic hair, nibbled at her delicate little clitoris very gently, nibbled at 
the raggedy lips of her sweet sex. She reached between Melanie's legs and 
spread open her cunt-lips, inserting her finger and twisting it around 
inside her tight cunt. Then she replaced her finger with her tongue, snaking 
it around inside her as if she had been doing such things all her life. The 
two women seemed to respond to each other easily and without the least 
hesitation, knowing instinctively what to do. 

Wanting to get into the act, Bob positioned his dick behind his wife and 
rammed into her quaking cunt from behind. She gasped when she felt his rod 
pushing into her. Her face still buried in Melanie's twat, Ellen rocked back 
and forth with the pressure of her husband's persistent pistoning. Her 
pretty upturned butt felt the gentle stroking of Bob's hands as he fucked 
her. He reached down with one hand and rubbed it against the juncture of his 
cock and her cunt. 

"Oh, please let Bob fuck me, too!" Melanie said. "I want his big thick dick 
up my cunt! Please, Bob! Ball me!" Melanie cried. 

"Yesssss! Fuck her, Bob! Put it in her! I want you to screw Melanie just 
like you screw me!" Ellen hissed. 

"Oh yeah, lemme at her!" Bob roared, pulling out of Ellen and walking over 
to Melanie, his cock preceding him by a good nine inches. 

Elllen reluctantly removed her lips from Melanie's cunt and let Bob put his 
cock between Melanie's legs. Bob reached for a cushion from the lounge chair 
and put it under her ass. She lay back and enjoyed the sensation of a cock 
rubbing against the inner walls of her dripping cunt. His cock was so much 
bigger than Randy's cock. But she didn't feel menaced by it. She suddenly 
realized that she was no longer afraid of men. Bob was all muscle, big and 
powerful. And yet she did not feel intimidated by him. Perhaps she was cured 
now of her intense fear of men, of her intense fear of sex with men her own 
age. She almost cried when she realized that her horrible years of 
self-imposed isolation were now over. She closed her pretty eyes and let the 
man raise her to the brink of sexual release. 

"Oh, Bob! Bob!" she cried. "Harder! Harder! Screw me, screw me!" 

"Damn, you've got a tight cunt. Beeeeautiful! Can't get enough of it, baby! 
You're great!" Bob grunted, beating between Melanie's legs. 

Ellen positioned herself behind Bob and began licking his pendulous 
testicles. She sucked the swollen eggs into her mouth one at a time as she 
had done countless times before. She reached down and under his hairy ass 
and held the shaft of his cock as it pounded in and out of Melanie's pussy. 

"I want a cock in my mouth, too! I want to suck a cock!" Melanie gasped, not 
really knowing what she was saying. 

"Hey, Dad!" a voice called from the side of the house. 

"What the fuck?!" Bob shouted, looking up and seeing all his sons standing 
in a row, beating themselves off and breathing heavily. "Get the fuck outa 
here!" 

"No, Bob." Ellen said. "Let them join us." 

"Are you nuts?" Bob said, not believing his wife's words. 

"Maybe I am. Maybe we all are, Bob." she said. "But I'm beginning to think 
that family sex may not be all that immoral. After all, Bob, look what we've 
been doing with Melanie. I just sucked her pussy and loved every minute of 
it. So why shouldn't we let the boys join us. What could be more 'immoral' 
than what we've been doing? And yet it doesn't bother us, does it? Of course 
other people might object. But who cares about other people?" she continued. 

"Do you think it's all right, Melanie?" Bob asked, still slowly ramming his 
cock into her cunt. 

"Of course I think it's all right!" Melanie replied breathlessly. "You have 
wonderfully horny sons. Why not let them enjoy themselves?" 

"Okay, guys, come and get it!" Bob said, giving up. "But no cutting up!" 

Randy, David, Lonnie, and Danny strutted over to the older folks and joined 
the activities, proudly sporting their dripping erections. Randy put his 
cock in Melanie's mouth and gave her the hard pacifier she craved. Lonnie, 
not daring to do what he wanted to do, stood around for a while beating 
himself off. Eventually his mother made the move he was afraid to make. She 
motioned for him to come to her. He responded, somewhat nervously, walking 
toward her and stopping at arm's length from her, his pre-cum-slickened rod 
jerking out in front of him. Ellen stared hot-eyed at his young erection, 
making tingles race up and down the shaft of it with her mere close 
presence. 

"Come on, Lonnie! Don't be afraid! I'm not!" Ellen said, reaching out and 
taking the boy's erection in her hand. 

"What is this shit?" Bob asked, looking back behind him at his wife's 
incestuous activities. 

"It's too late to back out now." Ellen said, slowly working her boy's cock 
up and down. 

"Yeah!" Bob said. "But it feels kinda funny." 

"Never be afraid to learn, Dad!" Randy said. 

"Aw, shut up!" Bob said, playfully cuffing Randy. 

Ellen took Lonnie's cock in her mouth and began sucking hard on the thing, 
comparing it to her husband's cock. She looked around her at all the cocks 
that jutted out from her sons' bodies. She wanted to work on all of them. 
She motioned for the boys to gather around her. While she sucked Lonnie's 
dick, she beat David and Danny off until both boys shot sperm all over her. 
When Lonnie came in her mouth, she gurgled and sputtered, not expecting such 
a huge volume of the stuff. 

Melanie looked up and saw Ellen dripping with hot cum. She felt Randy's meat 
exploding into her face and almost choked on the thick seed that ran down 
her throat in torrents. Bob had raised her to the brink of an orgasm and a 
few rough thrusts of his muscular body brought her over the edge. She felt 
his seed pumping into her belly, filling her with wet warmth. She whimpered 
softly as she came in hot surges of sexual delight. She closed her eyes and 
let her body float on the sea of calm that flooded her. 

Melanie had finally found peace of mind and body. It had been a rather 
unconventional search for peace, and a brief one after years of torment. But 
now she had found it. She felt part of this horny family of free-thinking 
individuals, felt as if she belonged for the first time in her life. And she 
knew that the Dennises felt the same way about her. She knew that there 
would be many more days of abandoned sex. She looked forward to them. 


THE END
